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jillianallen14 · 3 years ago

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Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit: Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside: Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know: AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations: First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol.

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves: The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans: The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one.

The Ren shat’var Trilogy: A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction: Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman: Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas: While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After: Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny.

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home): In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities: Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock.

A Habitual Affection: Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one.

Atlas: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.

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simluvbot · 4 years ago

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Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him?

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ??

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are?

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up??

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ):

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )): )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always: ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ):

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ):

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !!

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

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canonicallyanxious · 4 years ago

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Druck | Fatou/Kieu My | 1.3k words

Inspired by the following prompts:

“Kieu My finds out that Fatou is not as "chill" or "laid back" as she thought. Fatou opens up and it takes her by surprise.” from Anonymous

“Fatou being kissed on the forehead “ and “zombie girl by adrianne lanker” from @dwarnian

Thanks for prompting me, guys! idk why but listening to this song made me think about being on the metro late at night when no one else is around so that’s what i rolled with. Honestly i’m not 100% sure when this takes place so you know what y’all can decide for yourselves lol. Please enjoy!

She’s sitting across from Fatou on the train, legs stretched carelessly out into the aisle and face turned toward the window. Her chin is propped up on her elbow, hand covering her mouth, but Fatou can still see the way her tired smile touches her eyes. It’s the kind of smile she puts on whenever she thinks no one is looking. A private sort of smile.

More private now than at other times; it’s nearly midnight and there’s no one else in the car with them, nothing but the flickering of the fluorescent lights above their heads and the constant rumbling of the tracks below their feet to keep them company. Fatou leans her head back against the wall and closes her eyes. She’s tired too, as it turns out. God, she’s so tired.

“Hey.” Kieu My’s voice floats over to her from somewhere far away. “Don’t fall asleep on me now.”

Fatou cracks her eyes open and answers her with a lazy grin. “Come keep me awake, then.”

She’s mostly joking so she’s a bit startled when Kieu My actually stands up and makes her way across the aisle. It’s impressive how she doesn’t lose her balance in her big platform boots. Fatou doesn’t know if she can trust her legs right now or even at the best of times. She watches as Kieu My sits down heavily next to her, their sides pressing warmly against each other, and wraps her arms around Fatou’s waist with her head coming to rest on her shoulder. It’s a comforting embrace, as Kieu My’s always are. She likes the way their bodies fit together, Kieu My’s weight solid and real against her. Makes her feel grounded when she needs it the most, rooted to the earth. Being held by someone is as good a reminder as any that she belongs to this world - to right here.

And if it’s someone like Kieu My - all the better.

“Is this helping?” Kieu My says, words vibrating pleasantly against Fatou’s arm.

Fatou leans her cheek against the top of Kieu My’s head. “Cuddling makes me sleepier, actually,” she murmurs.

“Oh no.” Kieu My’s arms tighten around her. “That’s terrible news.”

Fatou laughs as she rests her arm lightly around Kieu My’s shoulder. “Uh huh.”

Kieu My sighs, the feeling of her breath delicate against Fatou’s neck. “Can’t imagine falling asleep on the train, anyway,” she says. “You’d have to be so chill to do something like that.”

Something tightens in the pit of Fatou’s stomach at that, inexplicably. It does feel cold in a way.

“I’m chill, huh,” she says.

She can feel Kieu My shrugging, her arm bumping up against hers a bit. “Aren’t you?”

Her voice is light and teasing so Fatou can tell she means it as a joke or maybe even a compliment. The way it sits in her chest doesn’t feel like it, though. It feels like a heavy stone. Like someone stuck a label on her heart that she didn’t ask for.

“Can I tell you something?” she makes herself say before she can talk herself out of it.

Kieu My hums tunelessly. “What is it?”

Fatou swallows.

“I pretty much never feel that way,” she says quietly.

There’s silence, for a long moment. Fatou worries briefly that she’s offended Kieu My somehow. Then she feels a hand brush against her elbow, and she recognizes it as reassurance. It occurs to her, a little belatedly, that Kieu My is waiting for her to keep going.

“I don’t know.” Fatou taps her fingers lightly against Kieu My’s arm. “People tell me that all the time. Oh, Fatou, you’re so laidback, I wish I could be like you, nothing ever seems to bother you. But it doesn’t feel true. Lots of things bother me.”

“What bothers you?”

It takes Fatou a little while to answer.

Honestly she can’t remember the last time someone asked her something like that.

“Like…” She purses her lips, searching for the words. “Like how I can’t keep things straight in my head. It’s like my brain is a kind of cheese that’s full of holes or something. Forgetting stuff is supposed to be an old person thing so I wonder sometimes if my brain is breaking down before it’s supposed to. If I’m an old person stuck in a young person’s body in the worst way.”

It sounded stupid in her head and it sounds stupider out loud. It doesn’t even make any sense. She wants to smack her head a bit, dislodge the right words - the correct words - from wherever they’re hiding in the back of her mind. But now that she’s started talking, her mouth doesn’t seem to know how to stop.

“And sometimes I feel like a child. Because people our age are supposed to know things, right? We’re supposed to know what we want to do with our lives and how to do things and how to be functioning members of society. But there’s just so much to know and I can’t hold any of it in my brain so sometimes it feels like I don’t know anything about anything. Like I never will. It makes me feel - ”

Dumb? Stupid? Useless? All of the above?

“It makes me feel like a waste of space.”

She cuts herself off, then, a little alarmed to discover the words she hadn’t quite known lived inside her before now. Too much, she thinks, eyes burning. It’s too much and no one needs to hear something like this. Least of all someone like Kieu My.

“I’m sorry,” Kieu My says.

She feels herself blink. “What? Why?”

“I had no idea you had all these things in your head,” Kieu My says. “But I should have known. You carry so much.”

Fatou’s throat is burning now, too. “It’s okay. I never told you.”

“I’m glad you did,” Kieu My says, in a soft way. Fatou can tell she means it.

Kieu My straightens, and Fatou’s arm falls down to her side. Before she can say anything else Kieu My’s hands are on her face and they’re turning her head and now she’s staring right into Kieu My’s eyes, inches away from her own, and the look on her face is completely and utterly serious.

“I need you to repeat something after me,” Kieu My says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Fatou says, too confused to say anything else.

“You,” Kieu My says, “are not a waste of space.”

And just like that, her whole throat goes dry.

“I’m not a waste of space,” Fatou says. She can hear the way her voice wobbles, just slightly.

Kieu My’s fingertips press into Fatou’s jaw. It’s a strangely nice feeling, like her whole face is being cradled. Like she’s being held afloat through the sheer force of Kieu My’s touch.

“Say it like you mean it,” Kieu My says.

“I’m not a waste of space.” She feels a smile take hold of her mouth before she can quite stop it. It’s kind of an amazing feeling.

Kieu My’s eyes are impossibly bright. “Louder!”

“I’m not a waste of space!” Fatou shouts, voice echoing through the empty train car. It surprises her, how loud her voice can get when there’s no one to hear her. It delights her to hear it. It doesn’t even matter that there’s no one around to witness this. She doesn’t need them to. She is here, and Kieu My is here too. It’s enough.

The thought is so overwhelmingly wonderful she starts to laugh, and then to cry a little. Which would probably make her feel foolish, at a different time. But right now her heart is so full it has no space inside it to feel anything else.

Kieu My tilts Fatou’s face down and presses her lips to her forehead, so gentle it makes something tight in Fatou’s chest melt away, as if it was never there in the first place.

“And don’t you forget it,” Kieu My whispers against her skin, and Fatou closes her eyes.

If Kieu My’s the one telling her something like this, maybe this time it’ll be easier to remember.

#druck #kieutou #kieu my vu #fatou jallow #sarah does writing #kieutou prompt fill

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djarrex · 3 years ago

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Hi everyone, just wanted to address what happened last night along with some other things from before that all tie in together.

There’s multiple parts to the following post - please make sure you read all of it if you’re gonna take the time to even start.

It was midnight and y'all were still jumping in on anon and telling me how I'm awful for not commenting, owning up, or taking responsibility - I should have been in bed. I have a life and job outside this app; and with the several of you in my inbox and it being too late at night to address each, I’m gonna do it now. I can’t not say something about all of this. I just can’t keep quiet and ignore the problem - it’s not fair to you all. Deleting one post already has you guys even more riled up and all I wanted to do was offer something better than a “half-hearted apology” (it was very late at night when I wrote that very short apology, and wanted a redo tbh).

I really didn't want to make a long post like this. I reached out to a select few on here because I care about them (there's more of you, but like I said, it was at the time after midnight and I was fucking exhausted). but I was being demanded for accountability. So here I am.

Allow me to be real with you all, if that's ok. If it's not, well, idk. First I wanna address all you anons, who, instead of speaking to me one on one about all this, want to criticize me and shame me and my writing when truthfully it feels like you haven't even read more than a handful of my work. I didn’t realize that I write the clones all the same way? That I always make them super aggressive and uncaring and dom? “you write every single clone as so dominant instead as unique individual men with their own personalities” Interesting. See, that right there tells me you haven't read nearly enough of my stuff for me to believe that's true. That's one accusation I absolutely will not back you on because I know it’s inaccurate - saying how I group the clones into some overly-aggressive, and uncaring category - that I always write all of them as mean in bed because they're men of color. And hey, if I do write rough smut - which yeah, it's out there and I write it, as do a lot of you - there are warnings at the beginning, aftercare, dialogue, reader sharing their feelings, and most importantly... consent between the two. That’s what warnings are for, so that you know what you’re going to be reading. That’s why I, as we all do, appreciate warnings listed at the tops of fics; honestly, write them sub or dom or switch or however you want but don’t come at me like that. I’m sorry if I'm coming across as rude because I'm usually not, I’m one of the nicest people you’ll meet, but I will not stand idly by while you chastise my writing (writing that is pretty much the same type of stuff a lot of you write & rb with the same characters) that you haven’t read enough of to back such claims.

Next: Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart,

I get it. Really, I do. I fully understand the problem of whitewashing in SW along with almost everywhere else, and I do not agree with it. It's a huge problem, and it needs to be rectified. Now just because I don't speak publicly about it and opt out of publicly shaming TBB, doesn't mean that I agree with what’s going on. Not everyone is comfortable with sharing their opinions on a subject, no matter what that subject is or which side they're on. You live and you learn when it comes to that.

It has never been my intention to fetishize POC in my writing, which btw, the same people who are saying that it is my intention are the ones claiming I portray all of the clones as the same, aggressive men, lacking their individuality. It’s a claim that is simply not true, and I know I have followers on here to back me up on that. I know what I've written; how about you check it out and tell me that you don't see the words "soft" or "fluff" or "cuddling" or “gentle” or “tender” within my work linked in my ML. Clone character being a good partner and father? Tender love making? Holding each others faces in their hands? “We/you survived” sex? Taking care of their partner? Saying “I love you” to one another? Confirming the safe word and going slow at first? Oh my - riveting and harsh stuff - totally unacceptable.

Now: My admittedly problematic writings of Rex + Zygerria,

I went into writing that rp fic totally unaware and unknowing of the true implications. For that, I sincerely apologize. When I posted the NSFW alphabet, that’s when I was called out on that rp fic - not when I first posted it. Which the timeline doesn’t matter, I know that, but it concerns me a little bit that no one spoke up about it sooner - letting me dig myself deeper into a hole that I didn’t realize I was inside of in the first place. I've apologized once, and I know that doesn't negate what happened; I acknowledged my mistake back then, but I suppose that wasn’t good enough. I had asked you, anon, to message me to give me guidance, to teach me on what to do about the fic - you stayed hidden. Well, respectfully, what the fuck? I know we're all adults but don't lecture me and avoid me when I’d literally reached out for guidance on how to properly rectify the issue. I fixed my wording in some of my fics (the things I’ve caught upon rereading them) because I recognized and more importantly learned about and from my mistakes along with the unintentional negative implications of how I wrote those characters. Some of y'all wanna tell me that I "haven't learned"? Who are you, my personal blog police? My professor? My life coach? Are you even my friend? If I'm wrong and haven't learned, then fucking educate me. I worked hard on that rp fic, just like I do with a majority of what I write, but it doesn’t matter because I will delete it knowing that it’s harmful to others and I apologize for inadvertently romanticizing slavery with what I wrote - it was unintentional, and I’m truly sorry to those who have been hurt by it. I know it’s wrong, and there’s no proper excuse for it. Can’t go back in time, but consider it gone now.

Since that first wakeup call, I’ve been working hard to ensure I avoid using certain words and ideas when describing the clones in my fics. If there’s still something you see that isn’t correct or is inappropriate, please tell me! Don’t hold it in but then jump on the “attack M” bandwagon. Private message me, or come peacefully off or on anon, there will be no hard feelings. I don’t mind being corrected when I make a mistake - that’s just part of life, we all make mistakes and we live and learn from them. Making mistakes doesn’t = scumbag human. When you hold your breath and choose not to take the time to guide me, and if I appear to still be making the same mistakes, well, idk. I’m telling you right now that I do not mind if you message me with the good intention of pushing me in the right direction. When you come at me with hostility on anon, well, no thank you. To the anons that came without rage: thank you! I read what you wrote, and I have a better understanding as to how my writing had hurt the lovely followers of mine, and tried to address as much as possible in this post. See, angry mob anons? It costs zero credits to be kind and offer up your thoughts and advice with a good heart. I’m not going to hate you or block you if you try to correct me. I don’t block unless you’re a snoopin’ minor. Just don’t hold a knife to my throat.

Now: Why did I delete the tags and then my response to that anon ask?

Simply put: I felt awful. Deleting it doesn’t immediately mean I’m hiding from it and ignoring the issue. I wanted to come up with a better apology, explanation, whatever you wanna call it, because my followers deserve that. The ones who enjoy my work, the ones who interact, the ones who I call my friends, the ones who know that I’m a good person. Didn’t want to leave the tags/post floating around all night, giving more people time to sharpen their pitchforks and join the mob while I attempted to sleep. Trust me, I know saying that I had no ill intentions when tagging that post doesn’t make it better nor does it make it go away. I’m just trying to show you my point of view, that I knew immediately how I should not have tagged it that way, so that’s why I deleted them. I corrected my mistake. But y’all are too fucking quick I swear.

One more thing:

I know some of you who had called me out with the passive-aggressive inbox messages are still following me, and for what? You don’t like what I post, which is why one would follow another in the first place, so why bother sticking around? Do you feel like you need to police my blog? You want to be there the literal minute I make a mistake? I’m gonna turn off anon for a bit, so if you wanna discuss, message me. Just know that if you’re going to come at me with knives out, I probably won’t reply to you.

To conclude:

I’m sorry. Truly sorry for the entire Rex + Zygerria outfit + slaver ordeal with both the fic from a while ago and then the tags from last night. We can’t go back in time; the only option is to correct past mistakes that are able to be corrected, and then move on with new knowledge that’ll aid in me working even harder to ensure my writing isn’t inappropriate or offensive, and doesn’t hurt my followers nor the characters I write for. I’m still going to write self-indulgent filth and fluff, post-order 66 Rex, and other misc shit. I enjoy writing fanfic, as I know a lot of you enjoy reading what I write and love to talk to me about it. I hope that this didn’t come off as me being a bitch, because I’m really not. I enjoy interacting with the handful of people on here that I’d call my friends, and I love reading your reactions and tags to my fics when you’re excited and/or horny (LOL). It’s just after lunch time where I’m at, so I hope you have a great rest of the day/night/morning whatever for wherever you are.

#long post #m personal

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justjeonday · 5 years ago

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Always you | jeon jeongguk

You usually hate walking to the convenience store, but with Jeongguk it’s anything but boring.

— pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader

— genre: established relationship, fluff - so much fluff, boyfriend!jeongguk

— word count: 2,690

— warnings: none

— notes: so, this is my first time ever posting something I’ve written on here - and I’m really nervous. Idk if I’ve done all of this right lol, I tried. I spent a few days working on this piece, and it’s nothing huge or anything - just a simple idea that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy, feedback is very welcome. Thank you :’)

— disclaimer(?): I spell ”Jungkook” as Jeongguk throughout this whole thing, cause that’s just how I naturally tend to spell it out. I hope this won’t bother anyone, if it does I’m sorry lol. I also apologize for any typos, it feels like I might’ve missed some although I looked through it multiple times.

Your boyfriend’s hot breath against your neck leaves goosebumps rising on your skin, but you manage to ignore it - waiting for the woman behind the desk to pack your bag. However, just a few seconds later you feel him leaving light kisses over the most sensitive area just below your ear. You turn slightly to nudge him away with your shoulder.

”Will you stop it?” You whisper as you look at him.

Jeongguk just looks back at you with amusement visible on his face. He sure loves teasing you in public. You snicker at him, shaking your head as you turn back to grab the bag of snacks the cashier is holding out for you. You thank her and make your way out of the small store, Jeongguk following closely behind.

”I’ll take that for you,” He insists, taking the bag from your hand before you can protest.

The cold air hits you just as hard as when you left your apartment twenty minutes ago, causing you to shiver as you step outside.

Snow had been falling ever since this morning, a white blanket now covering the ground beneath you. It looks beautiful, sparkling as the city lights reaches the surface of it. It’s rare snow actually stays on the ground here in Seoul, only occurring once or twice a year. You love it like this. Even though the temperature feels unbearable at times, with the weather getting colder it prompts for a lot of cuddling.

And in your opinion, there can never be enough cuddling.

In fact, before this very spontaneous adventure to the store you and Jeongguk had been cuddling while enjoying some random K-drama you found. After watching the two main characters share a bag of snacks, the two of you started craving just that.

”Should we go?” Jeongguk had asked, shifting his head in your lap to look up at you.

You removed your hand from his hair, reaching out to check the time on your phone.

11:39.

You looked down at him. ”Should we?”

After much contemplating whether you should go or not, you guys put your jackets on - getting ready to go to a nearby convenience store despite the fact that it was close to midnight by the time you guys left.

You’re now on your way back home, walking side by side with interlaced fingers. Seoul at night is probably one of your favorite things. You love how all the lights and neon signs beautifully illuminate the world around you, how they gracefully dance across Jeongguk’s honey-colored skin.

”Wait.”

You stop at your boyfriend’s sudden demand, turning to him in confusion.

You see him searching for something in the pockets of his jacket. ”What’s wrong?” You say.

A few seconds later, you see his fingers wrapped around his vintage camera. In spite of the smile sneaking its way onto your lips, you roll your eyes at him. ”Really?”

”What?” He says, smiling.

”When did you even manage to bring that thing?”

”This thing happens to be my favorite camera, do you know what I use it for?” He begins, fiddling with it as he speaks.

You raise your eyebrows questioningly, gesturing for him to continue.

”I use it to capture things I find beautiful-” He says, eyes locking with yours. ”- Being with someone as beautiful as you, I’ll always have it with me.”

He looks at you with a smirk on his lips, knowing you’ll be blushing at his words. You do, feeling blood rushing to your cheeks as your heart swells in awe. You truly feel as if you don’t deserve someone as good as him, but oh how happy you are that the two of you found each other. With him you feel like the luckiest person walking this earth.

”Now smile for me please,” He brings the camera up in front of his face, ready to take a photo.

You do as told, letting him take all the pictures he desires before intertwining your fingers with his again and continuing your walk home. You never really like being in photos, but since you started dating Jeongguk you’ve gotten used to him randomly wanting to take photos of you. Even if that’s in the morning when you’re making breakfast, your hair still a mess — you let him take a photo, knowing he’ll keep it to himself unless you give him consent to do otherwise.

It makes you feel special, like you’re one of a kind.

”Ah, cold,” Your boyfriend says, sucking in air through gritted teeth and holding your hand tighter.

You look at him, a giggle escaping your lips. ”I told you to wear your gloves.”

”I couldn’t find them,” He says with a frown forming on his face. ”How come your hands never get cold?” He pouts.

It’s kind of strange actually, how rare it is your hands get cold.

”I don’t know,” You laugh.

”It’s so unfair, I bet you have superpowers or something.”

”Like what?”

”Heat manipulation.”

”How epic, feel free to use me as your personal hot pack!” You joke.

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back — his eyes becoming crescent moons. You automatically smile at the sound, happy you made him laugh.

”I can carry the bag if you want,” You offer, holding your hand out.

”No need,” He chuckles, only pulling you closer into his side.

You think nothing of it until you feel his fingers creep up the inside of your jacket and under the fabric of your, or should you say, his hoodie. As he lays his hand flat against the warm skin of your lower back, you squirm and jump away from him in response.

”What’s the matter?” He says, a made-up look of innocence on his face.

You just frown at him for a moment, but with it being impossible to act annoyed at his adorable ways — you let out a laugh before proceeding to walk. ”You can’t do that.”

”Why can’t I?”

”Your hands feel like ice,” You say. ”I’m not kidding.”

”I thought you said I could use you as my personal hot pack,” He says, acting disappointed as he looks down at his feet.

You push him playfully. ”You are so annoying, Jeon Jeongguk.”

He chuckles and walks past you with his arms stretched out. ”But you love me anyway,” He sings.

But you love him anyway, of course you do.

Deciding to get revenge, you lean down to pick some snow up from the ground. You form it into a ball, then you aim and throw it at his back. He stops in his tracks, turning around with a mischievous grin on his lips.

”Oh love, I hope you realise what you’ve just started.”

It’s a stupid idea really because you know very well that he’ll win, he always does. He has this annoying tendency of being above average at anything he does, even when it’s his first time doing it. Although, being the sweet boyfriend he is — he lets you win sometimes.

Before you know it you’re both running around outside your apartment complex throwing snowballs at each other, the bag of snacks left in the snow at the side of the street. You earn a few looks from people walking past, most of them just in wonder of what’s going on. It’s probably not so often you come across to adults running around in the middle of the street having a snowball fight, let alone in the middle of the night.

While you’re leaning down to make yet another snowball, you feel Jeongguk behind you. He grabs the collar of the hoodie you’re wearing, pushing it aside and letting the snow in his hand fall down the inside of it — the cold coming in contact with your skin. You squeal and start chasing after him with snow in your hands, and a few seconds later you manage to copy his actions.

He hisses as the snow falls down inside of his shirt, capturing you in his embrace before you can run away again. ”Caught you,” He says, smiling.

The both of you are breathing heavily, your breaths visible in the cold air surrounding you. As your chest is pressed against his you feel your heartbeats becoming one. You put your arms around his neck and look up at him, his bunny smile making butterflies swarm in your stomach.

Even though you’ve been with him for what seems like forever, not really remembering what life was like without him — everything with him still feels like the first time. You still feel your heart skip a beat every time he enters the room, butterflies going crazy in your stomach at the sight of his smile and the sound of his laugh. You still get lost in the galaxies that are his eyes, and every time you look into them you swear you see stars shining in them. Like people look at stars scattered in the dark above, you look into his eyes - and that’s your way of stargazing. At every little thing you can feel yourself falling in love with him over and over, and there never seems to be an end to it.

”What’s on your mind?” He asks, noticing you’ve wandered off somewhere in your mind.

”You,” You say, looking at him with a small smile on your lips. You run your thumb along his cheekbone softy. ”Always you.”

His nose and cheeks had been painted a shade of pink because of the cold, making him look even more adorable — if even possible. You put your hands on each side of his face, cupping his cheeks before leaning up to press your lips against his. He instantly kisses you back, exhaling through his nose as if he’d been waiting for it to happen. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Warmth spreads throughout your body, the cold air around you suddenly becoming less cold. You then pull away, having to catch your breath.

You run your fingers through his hair, your forehead pressed against his. ”We should probably get inside before we catch a cold.”

He just hums in response as he lets his eyes flutter open. He licks his lips, the taste of your raspberry lip balm still lingering on them.

After making sure to remember the bag of snacks you initially had come outside for, the two of you head inside. You shiver as the warm air inside engulfs you. You’re quick to get out of your outerwear and run into your bedroom, wanting to get rid of your hoodie — in which is now soaked at your lower back. You undress deciding to steal one of Jeongguk’s shirts. You put it on, and with the hem falling just above your knees you figure you’re in no need of pants.

As you’re about to leave you bump into Jeongguk’s bare chest, the shirt he had been wearing earlier now in his hand. He stands in front of you with exposed abs and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

Now the sight of this — you can confirm — is more mouth-watering than any snack in that bag.

You tear your gaze from his body as you hear his voice, eyes meeting his.

”Hey you, I was about to ask if you happen to know where me long sleeve is,” He says. ”But it appears someone stole it,” He nudges a finger against your side.

You grin. ”You don’t need it,” You argue as you walk past him, heading towards the sofa.

”And why’s that?”

”You look better without clothes.”

”Oh, if that’s the case you don’t need it either then,” He steps in front of you, stopping you from reaching your longed for destination.

”I can’t just walk around in my underwear,” You laugh.

”Sure you can,” He says, a smirk on his lips.

You hit his chest. ”Shut up.”

He picks you up by grabbing the back of your thighs, making you squeal and put your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the sofa and let’s you fall onto your back on top of it, then he lays down next to you.

You gasp.

Jeongguk looks at you with worry in his eyes. ”What?”

”The lights need to be turned off,” You say, gesturing to the light above you. ”Technically, you laid down last so that means you have to go turn them off.”

He groans, but gets up to turn them off nonetheless — making you smile in satisfaction. On his way back he brings the bag of snacks, placing it on the coffee table. He lays down next to you again and reaches over for the remote to press play. Shadows start dancing around the room as the K-drama starts playing. Jeongguk sighs as he cuddles into your side, laying his head on your chest and pulling the covers over the both of you.

You lay like that for a while, legs tangeled, sharing snacks and making stupid jokes about the things you see happening on the TV — laughing at stuff that wouldn’t have been funny if it weren’t for the lack of sleep. After a few episodes you can tell the late hours are getting to your boyfriend as you notice him getting quieter, his breaths slowly becoming deeper.

You too feel your eyelids getting heavier so you grab the remote to turn the TV off, then gently placing it on the coffee table. You get yourself comfortable, but you soon realise you’ve left your phone in the bedroom — making you sigh in frustration. Despite the very comfy state you’re in, you decide it’s best to go and get it in case your boss gets the idea to call you in the morning.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, carefully pushing Jeongguk so his head falls softly onto the pillow next to you before you lift his arm off of your waist. Trying your best not to stir him out of his sleep, you sit up slowly but realise you’ve failed as he groans and brings his arm around your waist — pulling you back down next to him.

”Jeongguk, I have to go get my phone,” You whisper, trying to remove his arm yet again.

”Nooo,” He whines, putting his leg over your hips under the covers.

You can’t leave, even if you try.

”I have to,” You say.

”Please don’t,” He pouts.

”I’ll be quick I promise.”

And with that he let’s you go against his will, keeping the pout on his lips. You try to keep your promise, being as quick as you can despite your eyes not really being adjusted to the darkness yet.

You luckily get to the bedroom without stumbling over something, fumbling to grab your phone that you had thrown on the bed earlier. After finally finding it under a pillow, you make your way back to the sofa.

Jeongguk immediately puts his arm around you as you lay back down next to him, laying his head on your shoulder.

”Missed you,” He says with sleep laced in his voice, making you chuckle.

”I was only gone for a few minutes, Gguk.”

Half asleep, he shifts so he’s lying on his side and pulling you against him so your chest is pressed against his. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck before leaving a few light kisses just under your jaw. You put your arms around him and bring a hand up to run your fingers through his hair. Your other hand draws circles on his back, your fingertips delicately skimming over his soft skin. You feel his body relax against you, a sigh escaping past his lips — his breath hot against your skin.

You could stay like this forever, close to him like this while just enjoying the presence of each other. You kiss his shoulder before laying your head against his, feeling the melatonin take over you once again.

”I love you,” Jeongguk mumbles into your neck.

You smile. ”I love you too.”

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beautifully-tuan · 5 years ago

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A.C.A.B.

here you go anon :) hope you like it

cop!Mark Tuan x badgirl!Reader smut Warnings: explicit sexual content, a bit political lol idk, crime, cursing

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a/n : to the anon who requested this scenario, i hope that this is what you wanted. it turned out way darked than i had imagined, and a bit complicated too but yeah. i hope you'll enjoy and don't hesiate to check out my other works and to request if you'd want me to write something for you. ♡

You were a very private person, and you loved that about you. You took pride in the mysterious, edgy and unapproachable vibe you gave off, only a few people knowing the most sordid details, the dirtiest secrets of your life.

But there was Mark Tuan the cute police officer who wouldn't have to know so much about you if he wasn't so hardworking, always getting in your way, always there to catch you when you fall, in the most ironic way possible, almost as if he was chasing after you. Unlike most people, he knew the things you did during the nighttime, and had even arrested you for them. Of course, you were always set free when the morning came, your deeds never grave enough for you to endure more than a lonely night at the police station. But those nights weren't exactly lonely. Nine times out of ten, Mark Tuan the cute police officer was in charge of you. As a good cop, he was obligated to ask you some questions, try to get something out of your quiet, stubborn self. With you answering his questions with silly remarks or other questions, he'd never succeeded.

- "Why did you tag someone's house with spraypaint?"

- "You're really cute, you know that?"

- "How can you be wandering outside at such late hours?"

- "Tss, that ain't no question to ask a young lady."

- "Do you really enjoy getting in trouble?"

- "Do you really enjoy endorsing and perpetrating brutality as a job?"

You weren't exactly what you could call a "cop-friendly" person, and to you, Mark was in the enemy camp. But he really was cute, and teasing him amused you so much that you found yourself enjoying his company - if you could call it like that. Seeing his ears redden in exasperation, and his teeth digging into the flesh of his bottom lip when you got on his thin nerves was oddly satisfying. You would lie if you said you'd never imagined his teeth sinking into your own bottom lip as he'd do things to you on the interrogation table. And sometimes, on nights when your teasing went really far, you could swear the sexual tension between you was palpable in the air. But fantasies were all they were, and reality had always settled a fair enough distance between you, a distance that neither of you dared to decrease. As far as you were concerned, Mark Tuan just made your nights at the police station less lonely, and he made you laugh. You found it amazing, almost poetic, how you would always bump into each other, constantly getting in each other's way, as if it was meant to be. You had hoped to contemplate that thought again next time you'd spend a night in his company at the police station... You had no idea your paths would cross again sooner, at the most unexpected place that was his very house.

After a successful protest you'd participated in, you'd gone to have drinks with some friends to celebrate. They told you that, despite the protest being a success and the government's detrimental project abandoned, a lot of protesters were injured due to police brutality. Normally, you wouldn't have overreacted, that kind of thing being normal, almost conventional. But tonight, you were tipsy, adrenalized, and pissed, so you'd decided to pay the police department a little visit.

You weren't looking for Mark specifically. In fact, you weren't looking for anyone specifically. How could you know which house he lived in when you were literally in a police dorm-town? Your friends called it the "police district". You'd never felt bold enough to sneak in there, but again, you were tipsy and adrenalized. Nothing seemed impossible to you. It was around midnight, and it wasn't difficult to sneak into the first house in which the lights were out. You were quite experienced in this field. As you had expected, they didn't bother with security installations, too arrogant and full of themselves to think anyone would stand a chance against them. You didn't care. You didn't come here to fight anyway. You just wanted to annoy them a little, like you always did.

You hopped inside the house from the window, which, fortunately but unsurprisingly, wasn't locked. You let your bag fall to the ground of what seemed to be the kitchen, and snooped around, looking for anything to break or to mess with. You tried to make as little noise as possible, but your ears were buzzing from the adrenaline. You were probably louder than you thought, or Mark's hearing was very developed... You barely registered his footseps approaching. When he burst into the room, hair discheveled from sleep and dressed in nothing but sweatpants, you were thunderstruck. You jaw nearly dropped at the sight of him, the only thought floating in your mind being "meant to be".

He looked just as flabbergasted, and you laughed. Your laugh then turned into a smirk.

- "Well well... hello, sleeping beauty."

Mark cleared his throat, visibly trying to hide how much your presence affected him.

- "What- what the hell are you doing here?"

- "Umm... I was hanging around, and I thought why not pay you a little visit?" you said, still smirking.

You were lying, and he knew it. There was no way in hell you could've figured out where he lived. If he was honest, he was also starting to believe this situation was a prank pulled on him by fate. He would've turned you in if it wasn't for that thought, as crazy as it was.

- "This doesn't occur every other day, does it?" you teased, feeling bolder than ever after seeing his hesitation. "Why don't we take advantage of this great opportunity and have some fun, what do you think, officer?"

Free from any more hesitations, his response was immediate. Who would've thought that, one night, you'd find yourself trapped between Mark Tuan the cute police officer's body and the wall of his kitchen, as his lips crashed onto yours... You'd imagined what kissing him would feel like more than once, but it was nothing compared to reality. His lips were soft, but the kiss was ruthless, letting out months and months of sexual tension, a persistent need waiting to finally be satisfied.

Impatiently, Mark lifted your shirt and threw it across the room. You held onto his shoulders and locked your legs around his waist, while he left numerous marks down your neck. You moaned and tugged at his hair, eliciting a growl from the back of his throat and causing him to press his growing bulge harder against you. In the blink of an eye, your bra fell to the floor and he immediately started toying with your bare breasts. His lips and fingers worked on your nipples, and you struggled not to moan to loudly, not wanting the entire police district to hear how worked up you were getting.

Soon enough, Mark was carrying you towards his room and pushed you down on the bed, lips never leaving yours. When he finally separated your bodies to catch his breath - and help you catch yours - he ridded you of your jeans. His eyes darkened at the sight of the wet patch that your arousal had formed on the thin fabric of your panties.

- "Fuck" he breathed out. "Soaking wet just for me."

He spread your legs further and pushed your panties to the side before plunging a finger into you. You moaned loudly at the pleasurable intrusion, your head thrown back into the mattress and eyes falling shut. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of your core, enjoying the view of you squirming underneath him. The sounds you made were driving him wild and, wanting to hear more, he added another finger and sped up his movements.

- "Oh my God!"

You were a moaning and whimpering mess, his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you. They felt delicious, but you needed more of him. Trying your hardest to speak through the intense pleasure he was giving you, you uttered:

- "Mark, please" he stopped and looked up at you with lust-filled eyes. "I need you."

He removed his fingers and pulled down his pants and boxers, his angry cock slapping against his stomach. He hovered above you and aligned his member to your entrance. But, suddenly, as he was about to give you what you were craving, he reached for something on his nightstand. Through the dim lights filtering from outside, you barely caught sight of something metallic before you felt something cold wrap around your wrist. Your smirk reappeared as you realized what he was doing. He looked at you intensely, asking you for permission to continue with his eyes, and you nodded, more than thrilled and - somehow - even more turned on. He returned your smile and finished cuffing your hands to the headboard.

Before you could say anything, Mark knocked the breath out of your lungs when he slid inside you in one sharp thrust. You moaned in unison, relishing the intense satisfaction you were feeling. He gave you enough time to adjust to his impressive size, while trying to gather some self-control at how good your tight walls felt around him. He pulled out almost entirely before crashing his hips into yours again, making you cry out his name. He repeated his motions several times, slowly, making you agonize. You pulled on your restraints, wanting to touch him, hold on to him, tryig to lift your hips for more. Seeing how desperate you were, Mark picked up his pace, fucking into you hard and fast, making the bed squeak. Mark Tuan the cute police officer was long gone, replaced by the animalistic man sweating and grunting on top of you, occasionally biting your bottom lip just like you'd always wanted him to.

Your climax was fast-approaching, and Mark could sense it from the way you clenched around his cock. He gripped your hip tighter, possessively, while his other arm went down so he could lower himself and press his body flush against yours. You lifted your legs and locked them higher around his waist as a response, making him hit you from a new angle that had you seeing stars.

- "Right there" he whispered sinfully into your ear when you moaned particularly loud for him.

The sound of his deep, raspy voice was all you needed to fall over the edge, screaming and chanting his name like a mantra, like a "thank you". He continued his thrusts, riding out your high while chasing his own. He wouldn't last long with your walls clenching uncontrollably around him, viciously gripping his member. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his high-piched moans, because he was dangerously close. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out, a string of curses leaving his lips as he came all over your abdomen.

The sight alone was enough to turn you on again, and you almost suggested a round two, but you were exhausted, and you were sure he was too. He released you from the handcuffs and handed you a wet towel to clean up. Afterwards, he collapsed next to you and, just a few seconds later, you were both fast asleep.

The next morning when Mark woke up, there was no one beside him. He looked around, wondering if your clothes were still there, but they were gone. He blinked, slightly overtaken. Did he dream what'd happened last night? No, he didn't. He could still smell you in his bedsheets. Then where did you go? Probably home, or somewhere else, who knows. You could be anywhere. Mark didn't really mind, because he could feel it in his guts that you'd meet again someday, probably during one of your reckless nights, and you'd end up with him at the police station again.

He didn't know it yet, but you left another, visible trace of your passage at his house. If he had been careful, if he had paid a little more attention, maybe he would've noticed. He should've known better. He should've remembered that you had come here to do something in the first place. He should've realized that you actually loved getting in trouble, because you caused even more trouble that way. When he would leave his house for work this morning and discover what you had done, he would scoff and shake his head in disbelief, but he would admit that he was impressed. All over his façade wall, crossing his window and front door, you had sprayed in big red letters:

"A.C.A.B - ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS"

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butmakeitgayblog · 4 years ago

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Hi! :D I'm reading COA for the first time and let me tell you: it's A M A Z I N G. I really like how you can describe and write these characters, they feel so real (even if there are angels, so... Not so human :D), so again, congratulations! But! I have a question, and I know you probably never received a question like that but every time I read a story I like to imagine all the little particulars such as the plant of the house... So how would you describe Clarke's house? 😁

Thank you 🥺 that's so sweet, I kind of look at CoA with all these regrets because it was the first thing I ever wrote and had no idea what I was doing, so to realize people actually like it makes me more than a little emo lol

And well, there is a pretty big description of her apartment in the fic, idk if you've gotten to that part yet. If not, it's there. If you're wanting more details, I'd overall say it's pretty home-y but modern. Clarke bought it with a bit of her inheritance and only ever expected it to be a starter home.

LONG POST IF YOU YOU DON'T WANNA READ, IGNORE AND SCROLL PAST PLEASE

Clarke likes a mix of light and rich colors, more subdued and warm than all the brilliant primary colors and stark whites she sees at work every day. Her living room is painted a soft tan/off white color that contrasts with the dark wood of the floor and furniture and mouldings. She doesn't keep plants around until Lexa shows up, she tried but just kept accidentally killing them 😬. Once Lexa's there tho they get a few leafy hanging ones that frame the window by her reading chair. Later Lexa has Raven install a window planter but in the story it's not there yet.

A large and wide archway separates the kitchen from the living room, three short steps up from each other. The kitchen floor is dark tiling which they're both grateful for though Lexa's journey to figure out cooking 👀. In the center of the room is a decent sized island with black and white tiling that matches the other countertops, above it is a hanging rack that holds an irresponsible amount of copper bottom pots and pans. The stove and fridge (covered in a revolving collection of childish drawings) are stainless steel while the cabinets are dark, almost black looking wood stained with glass paneling so you can see the dishes and cooking supplies inside. Over the sink on the far side of the room across from the archway is a large picture window that Lexa likes to decorate with glass stickies for every holiday.

In the living room off to the left when facing the kitchen is the hallway that leads toward the bedroom, it's a straight shot from the front door to the bedroom so upon entrance you can see all the way across. Halfway down the hallway is the laundry room/Penny's room on the left that's basically sandwiched between the living room and their bedroom, it's just your normal wash room except also filled with crap for a spoiled fat cat.

The bedroom is a light sky blue with white trim and white doors. When you walk in, on your immediate left is the dresser, medium height and darkish wood that matches the bed frame and the floor. It's covered in pictures and little knickknacks that Lexa adds on to as time goes by. Beside it is a window with light inner drapes and dark outer drapes because Clarke prefers to let the sunlight in most mornings, but still wants to be able to block it out after long shifts. On the next wall across from the door is their makeup table, littered with palettes and perfumes and cologne that they're constantly accusing the other of taking up too much space. The table is topped with a big vanity mirror mounted over it that Lexa sticks little pictures in despite Clarke complaining that they're not lovesick teenagers. Between it and a second window is a row of pictures of them and their friends taken over the years. Beside the left hand side of the bed on the third wall is the closet, another cause of many dirty looks between them over hard fought real estate. Then the dark wooden night tables on either side of the large bed, usually fitted with a fluffy white comforter and pillows.

On the right side of the bed and directly to the right of the bedroom door is the bathroom, gray faux marble tiling with black accents on the walls and and flooring. On the left is a long rectangular mirror above a white faux marble sink with steel fixtures. Then normal toilet and shower with a deep almost midnight blue shower curtain.

I hope that's what you were looking for! If not ummm, well idk. I'll delete this then 😅. I can draw a floor plan if that helps because idk how well this actually read or if it makes sense outside of my head. Anyway, thanks for reading!

#long post #CoA #anon

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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What is your least favourite thing about your full name? I don’t know if it’s right to say I have a least favorite thing about it. At this point in my life I’ve gotten over complaining about anything about my name and I’ve ended up liking it, actually.

How good is your grammar? My fluency in both English and Filipino is pretty much perfect. Kinda called for when it comes to communications graduates, haha. But yeah I grew up speaking Filipino and then learned English through media, school, and my English-speaking friends, so my exposure has always been balanced.

Do you like the age you are? Idk I feel like age loses its significance when you’re like 20. < Yeah, same. The last age I got excited about was 20, but turning 22 this year felt a little boring and not just because I had to celebrate at home. I’m imagining it would be the same for 23, 24, 26, 27, etc and that I’ll only look forward to milestone years now, like those that end in 5 or 0.

Music. It’s amazing. Do you agree? It’s great, but I’m not as attached to music as most people are. It’s hard for me to get into new acts and I mostly stick to the artists and albums I’ve listened for years. Music can also sometimes be too emotional for me, so most of the time I prefer flocking to content that will entertain me when I’m sad, like sitcoms or YouTube videos.

What’s your favourite kind of poptart? I’ve mentioned this before but only like, five flavors ever get shipped to the Philippines. My favorite is chocolate fudge, but I’m sure I would have other favorites if we were able to have their whole flavor roster.

Do you like sunglasses? I don’t really care for them. They look nice and there are certainly a lot of cute and classy sunglasses designs out there, but ultimately I don’t like how it impairs my vision. No matter how bright it is where I am, I tend to not feel comfortable when everything I see has a black or brown tint to them.

Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? I don’t know if it can give insights, but I believe that your general emotions and life experiences can have a hand in what dreams you end up having. In my case, whenever something is currently heavily troubling me I always, always end up dreaming about them.

Have any cheesy kids songs memorized? Depends on what you mean by cheesy kid’s songs. I don’t actually know what that refers to.

Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? A Tupperware with peanut brittle, another Tupperware with a half-eaten brookie, two notebooks, my copy of Midnight Sun, my phone charger, a nearly-empty glass of water, and my night light.

Why is your worst enemy your worst? I don’t have an enemy...haven’t had one since, like, grade school.

What does your dad do? He’s an executive sous chef at a luxury liner. But his company and the nature of his work is obviously one of the most affected by Covid, so he hasn’t been in his workplace since February and it’s impossible to tell when he’ll be needed again.

How late do you usually stay up? During weekdays, I’m in bed by 9 or 10 PM. Work is exhausting most days. But on the weekends, I’m able to stay up til midnight or even a few hours beyond that.

The political spectrum. Where do you fall? The more radical side of the left.

Do those commercials from the ASPCA make you cry? They’re a US-based org so no I haven’t, but their ads probably do have the ability to make me cry.

When was the last time you visited a nail salon? I remember going inside a nail salon with Gabie in like 2017? 2018? because she had been trying to get me interested in pampering sessions for myself haha. I never saw the appeal though and if I remember correctly that was the only time I ever found myself inside of a nail salon.

What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? My breakfast yesterday. I just used the bread to wrap a hotdog.

If you had to eat one type (Chinese, etc.) of food which would it be? I would have absolutely no problem eating Indian food for the rest of my life. Their spices, the curries, breads, chutney, samosas, paneer? *chef’s kiss*

Enough about food. Have you used Wikipedia for a school report? I used Wikipedia all the time but use the sources on the bottom of the page. It was so easy to go around the whole “don’t use Wikipedia for research” when the sources cited in Wikipedia articles are always subject to strict review by the site’s moderators to ensure their credibility lol.

What is your favourite glass to drink from? I love my mom’s Starbucks mug. I use it all the time when she isn’t home.

When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? We’ve never migrated, even though my mom had always wanted us to. If we pushed through with it, we most likely would have landed in either the US or Canada.

What does your room look like when you sleep? Completely dark. I also like keeping my windows open and my blinds partially open, because the cold air at night feels nice.

What tabs are open on your computer? The window I’m currently on is pretty loaded actually. There are six Tumblr tabs, 12 Bzoink tabs, two tabs on Google search, and one Wikipedia tab.

Are your fingers long, or short? They’re rather long.

Reality TV: Love it, or hate it? OMG hahah I like most of them, but I can’t stand dating shows. As a demi, I just could never relate to the idea of casual dating and dating shows have always been super boring to me. I can binge most of the other reality TV shows though, especially cooking ones and KUWTK.

What time is it in the country you get the most of your heritage from? Welp, that’s a creative way to put it. 6:47 PM.

Do you use a top sheet? My current bedsheet doesn’t come with one but I do have other bedsheets with top sheets that I routinely change to.

How often do you engage in illegal behaviour? It comes up every now and then but it’s nothing more than illegally downloading books and movies lol.

Who is your favourite comedian? I’m not big on comedians but I came across Sindhu Vee’s stand-up comedy on Facebook a month ago and she’s sooooooo fucking hilarious. Jokes about extreme Asian parenting will never get old for me. I definitely wish more of her acts were available online.

Do people say you have an accent? Sometimes I’ll get compliments for being able to speak in English well, but idk about accents.

Could you tell me what the capital of Bosnia is without looking it up? Nope. I wouldn’t even be able to point at its general region on a map. Soz.

AOL: Do you use it? No.

Do you find Family Guy’s cutaway scenes funny, or annoying? I generally find cutaway scenes funny. I’m sure I would find Family Guy’s funny as well, considering I’ve enjoyed their humor styles in the past.

What colours are on your current shirt? Brown.

How many children do you want/have? Two.

Would you rather live in this decade, the 1960’s, or the 1910’s? 1910s. The very limited women’s rights and social issues of the time would be sucky to witness, but I’m still interested to see how different life was back then whether in terms of technology, how different my city used to look, or whatever.

Pepsi vs. Coke? Neither.

Do you think you look good with a hat on? Sure, I like hats :)

#survey #surveys

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makeste · 6 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 064: Everyone Should Just Listen to Momo Always

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Kacchan conspired to shoot All Might in the face. All Might presented his BakuDeku shipping manifesto to the faithful readers before taking off after the two. Momo and Todoroki faced off with Aizawa. Aizawa strung Shouto up like a damn infant mobile while Momo tried to flee according to plan, but wrestled with self-doubt. Aizawa ran Todoroki through a quick TED talk entitled How to Learn Feminism in Fifteen Seconds (Hint: Just Respect Women and Let Them Have a Voice), which was incredibly effective. In the end, Momo went back to save Todoroki and he boosted her confidence, at which point she immediately balled out and saved his ass with a bunch of flash grenades, because she is a badass.

Today on BnHA: Momo and Todoroki flee from Aizawa and use Todoroki’s ice wall to give themselves some breathing room. Momo creates a replica of Aizawa’s scarf with some ~special touches~ and explains her plan. The two of them lure Aizawa in and launch the momoscarf at him. Todoroki then heats it up, and it wraps around Aizawa because something something Momo is smart and used science. Having successfully captured Aizawa, Momo and Todoriki are the first to officially pass the exam. Elsewhere, the other teams appear to be in dire straits, particularly Team BakuDeku who are currently being manhandled by the Symbol of Peace.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 134 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

so Todoroki’s asking Momo about her plan and she’s had it in mind from the start omg

meanwhile Aizawa has landed on a nearby rooftop

?? he’s talking about the aftereffects of his injuries. like the ones from USJ?

okay I had to read this like three times, but it seems like the simple English version is that ever since his injury, he can’t use his quirk for as long and he has to rest for longer in between? I think that’s what he’s saying? no idea why it was translated into robot speak

(ETA: here’s the Viz translation for contrast:

(by and large, I like the cut of FA’s jib, but every so often something like this happens lol)

also :( he should have gotten a damn medal, I’ve said it and I’ll keep saying it. like, just a little acknowledgement that he nearly paid the ultimate price to save these kids and he did it without a second’s hesitation. that’s all I ask

(ETA: not only has he still not gotten any recognition, he had a whole damn inquisition after him following the forest incident, even though that was twice that he’d saved the kids’ lives by that point. like, I get how it was starting to seem like a very sketchy pattern by then, but dammit I need this man to get his props. he’s basically the exact type of ideal hero Stain kept harping on about. he’s not in it for the fame or the reward; he’s 100% devoted to the job and to his students’ well-being, regardless of any detriment to himself.

anyway, sorry not sorry for getting sidetracked into this brief little rant about how Aizawa is my guiding star and the true hero of this whole damn series.)

anyway he’s thinking that if they actually notice this and take advantage, he’d be proud of them if anything lol

here comes the spidey scarf again!

Todoroki’s trying to use his fire on it, but it seems like Aizawa’s erasing it again

Momo’s telling Todo to come on and that they need to go hide

hot damn she actually did notice that Aizawa’s quirk has gotten weaker

so anyway she wants to get out of Aizawa’s line of sight to buy them some time. ooooh. she’s gonna make something isn’t she

so okay let’s think on this for a sec. Aizawa’s quirk depends on him being able to see someone. so one obvious way to avoid it is by getting out of his line of sight, as they are now. another would be to blind him or obstruct his view somehow. but I wonder if a third option could be to create something that would effectively conceal them from Aizawa’s view completely while still being able to move. like, idk. some sort of stealth mode. does his quirk still work if he’s looking at you but can’t tell that he’s looking at you? lol I honestly have no clue, I’m just spitballing here

heh, Todoroki and Momo’s roles have completely reversed now

love it

so with Todoroki constantly trying to create his ice, they just have to wait until Aizawa inevitably blinks at some point, and then...

:D Momo is such a smart girl and Todoroki is such an overpowered beast

Sensei Dad is proud

and Todoroki froze part of Aizawa’s scarf, too! he had to slice it to get free

by the way, during the previous arc I was getting annoyed by how Stain was so incredibly strong and agile even without using a quirk. and yet along comes Aizawa and he’s doing the exact same shit, bouncing around all over the place and perching on power lines and the like. so that’s just my Aizawa Bias showing right there, because when it’s him doing it I fucking love it apparently

anyhoo, now that they’re out of Aizawa’s sight, Momo is getting to work!

oh my god. that looks like Aizawa’s scarf

also Todoroki what are you doing

oh good he’s immediately turning back around. good boy. you check those hormones

and she is creating Aizawa’s scarf. or as near a replica as she can manage! why though

she says this is her own version of the scarf and she’s incorporated a special material into it

I’ll admit -- I got no clue where this is headed

(ETA: yeah I could have sat there a hundred years and never even come close to figuring out her plan lmao)

anyway she’s explaining her plan!

and now she’s explained it!

and look what she does afterwards!

see buddy. not that hard to just ask

so Aizawa’s just sitting tight because he knows he’s between them and the exit

oh my god

REAL SUBTLE YOU TWO

OH MY GOD BUT IT REALLY DOES BLOCK HIS QUIRK THOUGH

lol he’s jumping down toward them and telling them he’s gonna take off points for that

OH SHIT

IS THAT A FUCKING CATAPULT

OH DANG!

is she trying to capture him or just trying to confuse him since it blends in with his actual scarf?

now Momo’s telling Todoroki to shoot heat along the ground!

Aizawa has no clue what the fuck they’re doing! that makes two of us

but I think it’s working?? maybe? I have no idea really???

OH DANG

AND THEY GOT THE CUFFS ON. LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE’S GOING TO THE FOREST LODGE. IT’S THESE TWO. THEY’RE GOING TO THE LODGE

so now in the aftermath, Momo is pointing out that Aizawa had an opportunity to escape their trap. but he says he was anticipating an ice attack from Todoroki so that’s why he didn’t evade like he could have

now Todoroki’s thanking Momo and she’s blushing daww

oh my god and he’s worrying if there’s something wrong with her lmao

and Aizawa is either satisfied, or taking a nap. probably both

heh

yep

OH DANG THEY WERE THE FIRST TO CLEAR THE EXAM

SUCK IT, EVERYONE ELSE!! TOP OF THE FUCKING CLASS

lol Midnight put Sero to sleep. I hope he and Mineta fail the fucking exam. sorry Sero, you were the sacrifice the gods demanded

(ETA: what kind of a world do we live in where Sero fails but Mineta still passes, goddammit. where is the justice)

oh my god

what with Jirou’s sensitive hearing, this seems like a particularly bad matchup for her

she’s asking Kouda to use his Disney princess quirk to sic some birds on Mic, but he says Mic’s loudness will just scare the birds away

damn they’re really at a disadvantage

meanwhile All Might has completely fucked up my sons off-screen, apparently

wellllllll shit

BONUS:

RECOVERY GIRL!

HOW OLD IS SHE DAMMIT

she basically has the same level of authority as the principal. she ought to have more if anything

apparently she makes the rounds at hospitals all across Japan. she’s such a badass

she likes candy

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki shouto #aizawa shouta #this exam miniarc is so much fun on the reread #and it's not like I didn't enjoy it the first time around either #just so many great little moments #and it's cool to see how far all of the kids have come

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pyotatochip · 6 years ago

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comfort | bang chan x reader

i’m sorry @ all my ikon followers but i had to get this out of my system lol

just a lil drabble!! lemme know if you guys like stray kids!!

comfort | Chris Bang x Reader wordcount: 800 inspired by: hold on, we’re going home - drake (kinda? idk i was listening to it lol) summary: fluff - Long time friend Chris Bang drops by late at night.

The couch wasn’t comfortable enough that you would be able to fall asleep, but just as comfortable as it needed to be for you to not want to move. This seemed to be a very common problem for you. You would find yourself sat on this sofa for hours whilst scrolling through your twitter feed or tumblr dash and suddenly find that it was five in the morning and that you had three hours before your first class at university. Today looked as though it was going to be one of those days - at least, before you heard a knock.

You groaned and set your laptop down, forcing yourself to your feet and trudging to the door.

“Hiya,” said a chilly looking yet smiley friend of yours.

“Christopher, it is past midnight. Why are you at my front door?”

He smiled and shoved his hands deeper into his jacket. “I was out and about and noticed I was in the neighborhood.”

“Why were you out and about past midnight on a Thursday?”

Chris simply shrugged, leaving the grin on his face. You sighed and accepted the fact that you wouldn’t get any answers from him, then stepped aside so he could enter the warmth of your apartment. You peeked around before closing the door. “Is it snowing again?”

“Yeah, it just started,” he replied, slipping off his shoes and shedding his jacket. “It’s only October, you’d think the weather would sort itself out.”

You rubbed your arms and followed him back into your lounge. “Damn climate change,” you said sarcastically as you flopped back onto your couch and resumed your internet consumption.

“How long were you sitting like that before I got here?”

You looked up at Chris and back to your computer. “I dunno, a bit.”

He seated himself in the armchair opposite you and pushed his dyed hair out of his face. “In other words, all afternoon?”

“Maybe.”

Chris laughed. You smiled. It got silent for a while.

It was comfortable.

Yet, something was bothering you. You shove your computer aside and mount your elbows on your knees, chin resting in a palm. “Why were you out after midnight?”

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I dunno. I needed some air.”

“Well, it’s below freezing, so you sure picked a grand evening to go on a midnight stroll.” You get up and turn on the gas fire. “Why, though?”

He smiled slightly. “Couldn’t sleep, I guess. I needed to think.”

You looked at him expectantly. “About?”

His eyes shifted away from you. “Things.”

You rolled your eyes and slid off the couch, crawling your way across the floor to sit in front of his chair. It was a tactic to make people pay attention to you, and you had learned it at a very young age. You had been a particularly needy baby. “Christopher, how long have we known each other?”

“I dunno, a bit.”

You laughed. “That’s right, all afternoon. You can tell me anything, and you know that.”

He gave you a sideways glance. “Not everything.”

You smack his knee. “Yes, everything.”

“I think I might like you?”

The smile dropped off your face.

“See? Not everything.” He stood up and maneuvered around your frozen body and headed towards the door. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

You snapped out of your trance and scrambled to your feet. “Chris!”

He had already taken his coat out of the closet when he spun around to face you. “Look, I honestly don’t know if I like you in that way, but recently some weird things have been going on in my life and I noticed that when we went to the café last week you were dressed particularly cute and the way you got really excited about your macchiato was really nice to watch and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and your smile and your clothes and your stupid jokes and the way you call me ‘Christopher’ when you think you’re being serious since, so either you’ve given me some kind of disease that plagues people with your image or I’ve developed some sort of feelings for you.”

You must have looked like you had witnessed a murder. Your mind was racing, searching for something to say in response, but all that got out was beginnings of words and confused noises. Even your thoughts seemed jumbled. Chris? C-crush? On you?

Chris looked down and went a little red. “I’m sorry I brought it up. I’ll just go.”

Your mouth finally managed to spit out a word. “No!”

He looked at you, then at his hand, surprised. You didn’t even realize that you had subconsciously reached out and captured his fingers in yours. The touch was panicked, yet comforting.

“Don’t go.”

He adjusted his stance, now looming over you, still holding your hand. “Can I try something?” he asked suddenly.

You stared up at him. “God, I hope we’re thinking about the same thing.”

His laugh was short lived, interrupted by his lips on yours. It was quick. Sweet. He pulled away and blinked.

“Interesting.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t you dare call me interesting again, Christopher,” you said nastily, before kissing that smug grin that had planted itself on his face.

And suddenly, it was comfortable.

#fuck sorry #chris bang #bang chan #stray kids #rip me i'm so whipped for skz now #bang chan scenario #stray kids scenario #fluff #chris

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nastyboyluke · 6 years ago

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late night video chats - lrh

anon asked: Here’s an imagine idea.. a girl and Luke are on FaceTime and they pull an all nighter doing crazy , fun and cute stuff and confess that they have feelings for each other (they’re still not in a relationship)

tHIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA MA HART <3333 HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVE XX ps there is so much ed sheeran going on in this imagine because i was listening to + writing it. it was very emo and fluffy night rip

it was a normal saturday evening, you were laying on your bed, listening to music while going on twitter to chat up on tea going on in the world. as you were looking at a thread of vines, a notification popped up at the top of your phone.

as your eyes scanned, it was a message from your best friend luke. the two of you have been friends since your first day of uni, in whole new land you’ve never been—australia.

cheese toastie 💛: y/n!!!

you smiled, tapping on the notification, opening fully to imessage

‘yesss :-)’

cheese toastie 💛: im so bored and i dont feel like sleeping tonight idk why but you wanna face time all night?

a giggle left your lips as you read the message at his silly excuse to talk to you. although you were friends with luke, your feelings couldnt help but further into stronger feelings for the blue eyed aussie.

‘sure let me get my laptop and ill call you when im ready lol’

cheese toastie 💛: ill be waiting <3

little things like luke simple sending a heart would make your heart flutter with happiness. but deep down you knew luke didn’t see that way. he did it in a friendly way. in fact, he even told you he had a major crush on girl but he’s not sure whether or not he should tell her how he felt because he didn’t want to possibly ruin the friendship they have now.

it hurt that you knew luke had eyes on someone else, but you were happy for him none the less.

once you got your laptop ready to go hooked up to a charger, you opened up facetime, clicking on lukes contact. it only took a second for him to answer. next thing you knew you were looking at his little button nose and blue eyes.

“hello?” his mouth was obviously very close to the mic because it boomed through your laptops speakers.

you laughed loudly at how silly he was. “hey weirdo.” you continued to giggle. luke pulled the camera back, so you could see him fully. he rested his phone on whatever it was, checking that it wouldnt fall.

you were 99.9% sure luke was looking at himself in the corner as he was checking his hair before clearing his throat and waving at you.

“are you done checking yourself out lucas?” you asked, grabbing a pillow to hug in your arms.

“dont act you were watching, y/n” he rolled his eyes. luke had pulled a tub of ice cream into frame with a big spoon. “welcome to my muckbang! wait, muckabang or mookbong? im so confused with how you pronounce it.”

“i think its pronounced mookbang. im pretty sure.” you shrugged, watching him spoon some ice cream into his mouth.

“weird. anyways, hows your day?” luke smiled, tilting to the side like a puppy.

“im okay. can i copy your notes by the way for music theory?” you asked, cuddling your pillow. luke looked so cute, he had messy hair with small bags under his eyes with his unshaven face and a pink floyd shirt that feels he practically lives in.

“oops, kinda forgot to do that too. it’s okay we can get starbucks and do it together then.” he shrugged, shoving more ice cream into his mouth. oh did you forget, that his lipring? yeah thats super hot.

for a while, you and luke talked about school, and what was coming—mainly exams which none of you weren’t looking for—until you were just watching him to continue to eat ice cream.

“y/n?”

“yes?”

luke was about to get serious, you sensed it. because he sat his ice cream aside and was sitting up now in his seat. “you know that girl i told you about?”

“yeah, but why wont you just tell me her name rather then just calling her ‘the girl?’” you pouted, folding your arms across your chest.

“because… you know her and like—i dont know—i just dont want to!” luke was now pouting making you giggle.

“oh my god—its zoe isnt it?! or ashley?!” you gasped.

“no! its none of them! ANYWAYS,” he sighed, luke began to fiddle around with his lip ring. aw, he was getting so nervous talking about her. “i think im gonna finally tell her. like really, really soon.”

a smile went across your lips, although you were sad on the inside, you still gotta cheer your best friend on. “really?! wait oh my god you should do it now! i wanna see this go own live.”

“maybe later. i dunno.” he shrugged, his cheeks were pink. luke grabbed his ice cream again. “its time for a dance party nowwwwww.” he got up from his seat, coming back with his laptop. he began to play shape of you by ed sheeran, dancing in your seat.

the both of you were singing along to the years, bopping along to the song. although your music tastes were very different, one thing you and luke will always agree was on ed sheeran. in fact, the two of you even went to see him concert a few months back and you had the time of the life.

luke at this point was up on his couch, swaying his hips and screaming the lyrics. you laughed so hard that your ribs began to hurt. the sugar in the ice cream was definetly kicking into his system.

this continued for another two hours, making it already midnight. after laughing so much at how stupid luke had been, your stomach pratically hurt. finally the boy settled down, grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around him.

“i wish we could cuddle right now, its fuckin cold in my apartment.” he groaned, lowering his music so you could hear him.

“ha its the perfect temperature in my place.” you stuck your tongue out at the camera. the blue eyed boy simply just rolled his eyes and continued to groan.

“luke can you sing me my favorite song?” you asked, giving him a big smile. “pleaseeeee?”

“why should i?” luke asked, already grabbing his guitar and a pick off his coffee table, checking if it was in tune.

“because youre my fwend.” you said in your baby voice making him giggle a little bit.

“okay only because you’re my best fwend.”

lukes calloused fingers began to pluck at the strings to create the tune of lego house by ed sheerans. lukes strong yet soft voice belted out the beautiful words of ed, making your heart swell. you watched the boy quickly get deep into the song and his feelings, keeping his eyes shut majority of time. however, when luke did open his eyes, he looked at you.

just as luke got deep into the song, you did too. so much at tears streamed down your cheeks.

“and its a dark cold decemeber, but ive got you keep me warm

if youre broken, ill mend you

and keep you sheltered from the storm thats raging now.”

he sang the last part, opening his beautiful crystal eyes, looking at you wide eyed.

“are you crying? im sorry! i didnt mean to!” he began to panic, luke hated to see you cry.

“you’re just that good of a singer luke,” you laughed, wiping your tears. “you make me cry.”

he gave you a little smile, putting his guitar aside. luke picked up his phone, walking somewhere, then was now laying down in his bed. you sniffled, wiping your eyes as you watched his sleepy face.

“can i tell you a secret?” the boy asked softly. you nodded for him to proceed with what he wanted to say. “the girl that i’ve been telling you about, well, it’s you. you’re the girl.” once luke said those words, a small giggle left his lips. he searched your face through the screen to see how you felt, but he wasn’t sure.

you however, sat there in shock. “you—you like me?” you stuttered looking, going wide eyed now.

“yes, y/n, i like you—like a lot.” luke was smiling big, running his finger through his hair.

“oh my god.” you laughed out loud to the ceiling. “you’re not joking right?”

luke laughed now. “no im not! why would i joke about that with you!”

you smiled back at him, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. “i like you too luke. i thought never in a million years that you would have feelings for me back.”

“well i do.” he stuck his tongue out at you. “i wish i could—kiss you.” once those words left his lips, luke’s cheek went pink.

“then come over and make it a reality.”

next thing you knew, you were running to the door once luke texted you that he was here. when you swung the door open, you looked at him. the blue eyed boy took a step forward, grabbing your face as your arms went around his waist.

“i’ve been dreaming about this moment forever.” you whispered. luke let out a gentle laugh before connecting your lips with his.

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos writing #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings blurb #luke 5sos #collegestudent!luke #bestfriend!luke #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford

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cherryblossomchangbin · 6 years ago

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Get to know me tag

Rules: answer these 84 statements about yourself then tag people

Tagged by: @yeaimfishboi

Last

Drink: Urm water?? Boring I know

Phonecall: probably my nan yesterday?

Text message: Leah (if kkt counts?)

Song you listened to: Drive by Shinee

Time you cried: Urm a couple weeks ago idk?

Ever

Dated someone twice: nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: yup

Been cheated on: yup

Lost someone special: I don’t think so

Been depressed: lol yeah. Nearly 10 years I think

Gotten drunk and thrown up: once. Only once. And it was only because I mixed way to many drinks

Favourite colour: (idk why it’s here seems Randi and it was written three times???) black, turquoise

In the last year have you:

Made new friends: obviously

Fallen out of love: nope

Laughed until you cried: yes

Found out someone was talking about you: not that I remember

Met someone who changed you: hmmm yes

Found out who your real friends are: yeah

Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: lol no

General

How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: At least 75% Idk?

Do you have any pets: I have a cat called Squishy

Do you want to change your name: I already have

What did you do for your last birthday: probably nothing? I can’t remember

What time did you wake up today: like 7am?

What were your doing at midnight last night: scrolling through my chat with Lizzy

What is something you can’t wait for: meeting Raegan

Last time you saw your mother: Sunday

What are you listening to right now: SHOT by Ravi

Have you ever talked to a tom: in school yeah?

Something that’s getting on your nerves: RUDE FUCKING CUSTOMERS AT WORK! MANNERS COST NOTHING PEOPLE

Most visited website: tumblr?

Hair colour: natural is dark brown and I hate it. It’s currently pastel blue with a bit of pink, purple and blonde mixed in <it was pastel purple but faded>

Long or short hair: it’s currently short

Do you have a crush on someone: yes

What do you like about yourself: my eyeesss and sass

Want any piercings: no more than what I have now

Blood type: no idea

Nicknames: leilei, Ash, Leigh, panda, <maybe others that I can’t remember>

Relationship status: single

Zodiac: Aquarius

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

Favourite tv shows: rick&morty, Big Bang theory, riverdale, <maybe more?>

Tattoos: currently 3 getting fourth in August

1st: feather on my right collarbone

2nd: music note into life line thingy on my right wrist

3rd: cherry blossom tree/branch on left ribs

4th: bonsai tree with deconstructed yin yang mirrored across the top to the same effect as moon phases

Right or left handed: left ~but right handed with scissors

Ever had surgery: no?

Piercings: two on each ear and nose

Sport: I used to be on the rounders team in school, and I use to dance

Vacation: I’ve never really been on vacation? But I’m planning to go see Raegan. Also wanna go see kait. And Lizzy.

Trainers: the ones I’m currently wearing are vans. I also have converse.

Most general

Eating: last thing I ate is an Oreo Mcflurry. But my fave thing to eat is pasta or pizza

Drink: lemonade

I’m about to watch: nothing right now? Later probably random kpop videos on YouTube

Waiting for: Lizzy to answer <spend about 80% of my life waiting for that hoe to reply>

Want: to be recognised for all my hard work and everything I’ve put in to getting ahead

Getting married: maybe one day

Career: no idea. Would love something to do with writing OR acting OR being able to learn/teach/translate different language OR something related to being a stylist or make up artist?

Which is better

Hugs or kisses: hugs

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: taller

Older or younger: preferably older. But no more than two years younger

Nice arms or stomach: arms? Idk

Hook up or relationship: relationship

Troublemaker or hesitant: both? Like it depends on the situation

Have you ever

Kissed a stranger: yes

Drank hard liquor: maybe? Depends what classes as hard liquor?

Lost glasses: no! I leave them behind but I’ve never lost them

Turned someone down: yeah

Sex on the first date: no

Had your heart broken: yes

Been arrested: not officially

Cried when someone died: no-one close to me has died

Fallen for a friend: yes

Do you believe in

Miracles: Idk

Love at first sight: yes

Santa Claus: no but he is based on a real person

Kiss on a first date: it depends

Angels: I don’t know

Other

Best friends name: Raegan, kait, Lizzy

Eye color: hazel. But more green or brown depending on the light

Favourite movie: Disney, Harry Potter, anything marvel, lord of the rings

Favouite actor/actress: Will Smith, Emma Watson <probably others?>

Tagging: @kpopmainlizzy @kimg-doyoung @fef65b-felix @darkaegyo @gayandallthatjazz

#an ashleigh post #about me

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bubble-tea-bunny · 7 years ago

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addiction

[roman godfrey x reader]

author’s note: started watching hemlock grove and wanted to write something for roman but holy hell it was so difficult. idk why i was having so much trouble. i almost gave up on this idea but was adamant about making it work so i hope y’all like this and my struggle ends up being worth it lol

word count: 1,772

When Roman’s staring at you through a haze of cigarette smoke, it’s easy to believe for a moment that you’re only a ghost, a fleeting figure formed from curling wisps of nicotine vapors. The white dress you wear makes him think you truly are something other than human, and maybe that’s why he’d always been so drawn to you. The first time he’d ever seen you he was overwhelmed with the urge to know you, to have you for himself. It was magnetic, almost, a sort of tug in the pit of his stomach, and at first he couldn’t quite place what it meant but then suddenly he’d been yearning to get closer, to feel the heat of your skin against his. And maybe that’s typical for someone like him—set his sights on a pretty girl, draw them in with dark eyes and darker intentions, mark them as his conquest for the day or the week or whatever-the-fuck have you. But for reasons he can’t quite place his interest in you had gone beyond the surface. You’d gotten beneath his skin, flooded his veins like some sort of fucking drug he can’t put down. He was looking for a fix of a stimulant he hadn’t ever felt yet and whenever he caught your eyes from across a room he wondered if you knew what you were doing to him.

You’d even followed him into sleep, all that he sees when he’s dreaming, and he wakes up in the middle of the night, staring at the ceiling and coming to the conclusion that you’re an obsession of the worst kind. His fingers twitch, curling tightly into the blankets because he can’t curl them in your hair, can’t tug at it from the roots to expose your neck so he has the space to run his lips along the smooth column. He closes his eyes and grits his teeth and he swears he can almost smell you, smell your blood, and he’s hungering for a taste, imagining what it’d feel like to take a knife and slice you open, just a tiny bit, until there’s a rush of liquid crimson he can lick up, tongue flat against your skin, and he’s tasting copper and salt and your chest is heaving and you’re biting your lip trying to keep down moans but failing miserably. But he wants you to be loud, wants each and every one of your labored breaths to fog up the windows of the Jaguar.

He’s stalking his prey but you’re not making it easy, not so eager to give in to his advances. He supposes that’s the beauty of a challenge. But as the days pass his cravings grow and he’s suffering withdrawals from a drug that hadn’t actually entered his system at all. He’s growing irritable because he’s Roman Godfrey and he always gets what he wants, when he wants it, except for when he doesn’t. When he’s leaning against the passenger-side of his car, waiting for Peter, you walk past him, and he catches a whiff of your strawberry shampoo. You glance at him with an amiable smile but in such close proximity he can see the mischief dancing in your gaze, and his jaw clenches because he knows now he is not stalking prey, but a fellow predator. You’re vying for the spot at the top of the chain and the darkness in your eyes matches his.

Calling you something more than human hadn’t been just a poetic notion. Well, it had been at first, but then Peter reveals his suspicions about you and Roman’s annoyed about why he hadn’t brought it up sooner, and Peter holds his hands up in defense as he explains he just didn’t want to jump to conclusions. Roman decides he’ll bring this up in the midst of his next conversation with you, because Peter’s senses about these things are never wrong. He’s not very subtle about addressing your full-moon activities, but he doesn’t actually drop the buzz word. Yet you understand perfectly what he’s talking about and he knows he has you. You’re nonplussed about the fact he knows your secret, but it’s likely because you sensed Peter was the same as you, and the two of them are friends. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before it got brought up. Roman can’t fight the smirk because he knows he’s on the winning end. This gave him the edge.

He asks if he can watch, no other context given, but you get what he means, and it’s your turn to smirk.

“Quite the voyeur, aren’t you?” you tease.

Roman shrugs. “Is that a yes?”

It is a yes. The full moon this month is on a Friday and he’s at your house. You live on the outskirts of town too, so there’s no worry of anyone else hearing or seeing you. As the two of you wait in your backyard for the moon to take its place in the center of the sky, he lights a cigarette and you’re walking in circles around him, bare feet sifting over the grass, occasionally glancing his way, as if waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on your target.

“Do you watch Peter transform?” you inquire.

Roman breathes out smoke and you note how much he looks like a dragon when he does that. The vapors float above his head before being carried away by the wind. “I did once.”

“What makes you think my transformation would be any different?”

It takes the Godfrey boy a moment to think about this, then he sighs and shrugs. “I don’t.”

The blunt statement makes you smile a little. You don’t need to keep your gaze on the sky to know the moon is exactly in the middle because heat pools in your belly, and you’re absolutely burning and your knees buckle. Roman’s eyes are glued to you when you fall to the ground, leaned forward and hands braced in front of you. Your eyes are squeezed shut but you’re doing your best to bite back noises, and even from this distance he can see your stomach tensing from pain. But then you whimper and squeeze your thighs together and his eyes widen because you’re not in pain. Far from it.

Your fingers curl into the dirt and the grass and you’re panting, arousal only growing with every second. With furrowed brows and little gasps leaving your mouth, you look at Roman, and he swallows hard at the haziness in your stare. A small growl leaves your lips, wolf starting to manifest, and you moan once more, loudly, and while it could be taken as a noise of pain at first, he knows very well it’s not that sort of moan. The transformation which follows is slow and mirrors Peter’s exactly, and Roman is enraptured completely as he watches as your wolf makes itself known, all sharp canines and glowing eyes and insatiable bloodlust. You stand there observing each other in silence for a few moments, before you run away, getting lost in the woods, off to find an unlucky animal to feed on.

Roman remains where he is, acutely aware that he is very, very hard. He’d been honest when he said he wasn’t expecting your transformation to be different from Peter’s, but even if he did, Christ, he wouldn’t have expected it to be like that. You’d gotten off without being touched. Transforming made you horny as fuck and now he’s annoyed because his erection is straining against his pants but it’s not like you’d be home anytime soon to help take care of it. So he jacks himself off in your bathroom, holding back groans and shutting his eyes as he thinks about the downright depraved noises you’d made, thinks about the way you’d squirmed. When he’s laying on your bed later and it’s half an hour past midnight, he laughs a little to himself as he thinks about your voyeurism comment from the other day.

You’re fast asleep next to him in the bed come morning, clad in a tank top and panties. He’d been stretched out on his back and you’re on your side, facing away from him, [hair color] hair splayed out on your pillow. At seeing you there, Roman quickly blinks away the remainder of sleep from his eyes and props himself up on his elbow to look at you better. You’re so close to him now, and he can feel the heat emitting from you in waves. His fingers twitch and he lifts a hand to set it gently on your arm, stroking up and down gently. You stir a little bit but don’t wake, so he lowers his lips to the curve of your neck, kissing you softly, his hair falling forward and brushing along the skin.

This finally wakes you up, and you sigh lightly at the sensation. Roman lifts his head so you can lay on your back and look at him properly. You grace him with a sleepy smile, eyes squinting from the light pouring into the room.

“Liked what you saw?” you ask quietly. Even when not fully awake, your voice is tinged with playfulness.

Roman smirks and goes back to trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone, and you bite your lip. “You left me with an awfully painful hard on, you know,” he murmurs.

You chuckle. “I’m sure you managed.”

“Be that as it may, I think you owe me for leaving me all high and dry.” He nips at the junction between your neck and shoulder. The laugh you’d let out at his comment is cut off as you gasp at the bite, which actually did hurt, but you’re a big girl and you can take it. You’re a werewolf. You’ve suffered nastier.

Suddenly you shove him back onto the bed so you can straddle him, legs on either side of him as you grind your crotch against his. You brace your hands on his chest as his own go straight to your hips, squeezing and guiding you back and forth over his dick.

“I did have brunch plans with a friend…” you trail off, smiling slyly. It’s not true, but you can’t help but tease.

The growl that leaves Roman’s lips is wolfish in its own right. “You’re not leaving this goddamn bed at all today.”

And you don’t. Roman’s getting his fill of a drug he’s long since been aching for, of a drug he’d been addicted to before he even got a taste, and he plans to take his sweet fucking time.

#roman godfrey x reader #roman godfrey imagine #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard imagine #hemlock grove imagine #roman godfrey #bill skarsgard #hemlock grove #queue #bubble-tea-bunny

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chaoticneutralwriter · 7 years ago

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Playing with Fire | m.yg

So you summon a witch, not prepared to get burned.

firewitch!suga/yoongi short/drabble?/oneshot?

genre: some comedic aspects and idk loll

word count: 2.7k

A/N: In spirit of Halloween lol??? 🎃 I just thought he looked the part from this picture 😆

This was a horrible idea. Awful, horrendous, stupid, idiotic and every word in the dictionary that expresses ’no one should do this unless you’re that dumb’.

Or maybe a little crazy. You certainly are questioning your sanity at this point as you make your way down this back alley, alone, and not to mention at night. You’re very close to bashing your head against the brick walls, comically thinking that you would be doing any potential killer a favour as well as yourself (if you’re going to get killed because of your own stupidity, you’ll smash your own brains against the wall on your own volition, so no Jason, you’re not interested in getting dismembered and stuffed into a garbage bag, thank you very much).

But then that begs the question; why are you not turning back? You still had a chance; to turn tail and run the hell out of this shady ass, potential murder scene, and horror movie of a cliché alleyway like a smart person. So why haven’t you? Well… you know what they say, desperate times calls for desperate measures. And safe to say, you were really desperate…and maybe two percent curious because who started this rumour about a witch haunting this specific alleyway? A ghost of a murder victim would’ve been more plausible but a witch. The idea makes you scoff and admittedly makes you feel better about yourself because clearly, there’s someone out there who’s more idiotic than you are until you think, but who’s the one about one hair away from ending up on the 8 o’clock news chasing said witch rumours?

Whatever, you’re halfway down the alley now and just about two steps away from the supposed ‘hotspot’. So you hurry your pace although still keeping the sound of your steps to a bare minimum. The faster you do this the faster you can be out of here and if this doesn’t work, no one will know you were ever here.

You spot the markings on the brick wall, looking very much worn and faded and to most people, could’ve been brushed off as just random graffiti done by some delinquent. Thanks to some deep, digging in the cult side of the web however, you’re knowledgeable enough to not think such things.

Okay…. You think, glancing down at your watch: midnight. Time to do this thing.

From the inside of your bag, you brandish the necessary items that would supposedly summon the witch. First was a single black rose, one, which, from the instructions you found, you needed to burn. So with the rose in one hand, you brandish a lighter in the other. Flicking it once, a flame ignites and as you held the blossoms of the rose in the small flame, it has no trouble catching fire soon after. As the rose burns, you carefully set it on the concrete and let it work its course. Once the flower is completely reduced to ashes, you sweep the remains up as best you can to form a decent pile. You wet your fingertips a bit from the water bottle you brought and taking a bit of the ashes; turn it into a somewhat pasty consistency to complete the faded markings on the wall.

As you complete the drawing, you see that it actually forms a pentagram (of course) with smaller symbols at the five corners. You take the chance to gulp; you’re halfway through finishing the process. All that’s left was to prick your finger, swipe the blood across each fingertips and press it over the pentagram…. Oh yeah and say a bunch of mumbo jumbo. So as you smear the blood on your pricked finger to coat the rest of the other ones, you pull out your phone to where you bookmarked the magic words.

You draw in a breath and let it out before slowly, you pressed your bloodied fingers so that they were touching the markings on the wall.

“Fire in thy blood, I summon thee. From my ashes, I offer myself in exchange for your flame. Fire in thy blood, I summon thee!”

You freeze, waiting for something to happen after you said that final note. It was so quiet that you would be able to hear a pin drop and all around you, the street lamps continue to cast ominous shadows.

A beat.

And then the lights start to flicker, making you gasp as you shoot your gaze up to them. For a moment, your hand remains glued to the wall as you pray vehemently for the only source of light to remain strong because like hell you’re gonna stay here in total complete darkness.

Unfortunately, your prayers weren’t answered.

The lights dim till they die out completely, plunging you into darkness and your heart just about leaps to your throat. You don’t dare to breathe as all your senses go into hyper drive, trying to discern whether or not you should stay or get the hell out of there in a split second notice. You listen but hear nothing, not even the sound of the streets at night and you’re not sure whether that’s comforting or worrying.

What were only mere minutes felt like an eternity to you before the lights spring back to life, illuminating your surroundings and it took you a second to adjust to the sudden brightness. Your head whips around you, body pressed against the brick wall as if willing it to swallow you if it meant protecting you from whatever oncoming danger you weren’t aware of. But from what you gather, nothing had changed. Time seems to have resumed, you faintly hear the passing of cars, and you were still very much alone.

You breathe out and whisper to yourself, “Thank God… “ Before you straighten yourself up, shaking the nerves out of your system. “Well,” you continue, more to yourself as you inspect your dirtied hands begrudgingly, “that was a total waste of ti— “

A loud crash causes you to let out an equally loud yelp, making you jump and nearly crash against the wall from the force of it. Your eyes dart to find the source in panic, mind going into fight or flight mode once again until they settle onto the dumpster where something black emerges from behind.

“Oh my God!” You wheeze out, hand clutching your chest at your pounding heart. “Seriously cat! What the hell!”

The black feline only stares at you blankly with its topaz eyes, clearly not bothered by the fact that it gave you an almost-heart attack. You’ve just about had it with the events of tonight, you’re ready to just go home, fall onto your bed and forget about how stupid this had all be—

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t yell at Smokey, he’s sensitive.”

“GYEH!” Another undignified yelp and you vaguely hear a muttered, “Aish you’re loud…” but that’s the second almost-heart attack of the night and you’re sure if you get another one, that’ll make it a complete heart attack that you would actually die from. Immediately you spot a mop of red just a few steps in front of you; so glaringly red that you could swear you would’ve noticed even if you were close to pissing yourself scared at the moment. You trace the red down to a face and double take because…. wow what a face. Skin as smooth and pale as porcelain, completely void of any blemish with a pair of sharp, dark eyes that… were currently staring at you.

Oh…. You’re staring…

Or more like straight out gaping at this man that appeared from out of nowhere. He’s watching you with a really bored, unamused look, face resting against one hand propped up on a knee from his current seat on a curb by a set of stairs. He’s dressed to impress and rightfully so because you can’t help but notice that the design on his button-up matches the colour of his hair (which is really impressive).

“Are you just gonna stare all night or can I go?” His deep timber breaks you from your thoughts and you’re left floundering for words.

“Uhh….” Your eyes glance around, unsure of what to make of this turn of events. “…Who are you exactly?”

He raises an eyebrow at you in disbelief. “Seriously?”

When your shifty gaze was his answer, he sighs and mutters more things under his breath before shooting you a piercing look. “You’re the one who summoned me, so would you hurry and spit out your wish? My pasta is getting cold.”

It takes a while for what he says to sink in and by the time it does, you’re absolutely flabbergasted. “So… You’re saying… You’re the witch?” You enunciate the words slowly as if you’re not even convinced of what you’re saying (spoilers: you’re not). The red head in front you sees it too because he rolls his eyes before getting up.

“You know what, never mind. I’m going home.”

“No wait!” You spring into action as he begins to walk off. Logically speaking, you should’ve let him but you’ve already come this far and if he really is the ‘witch’ rumours has it then you still need your problem fixed. He stops and shoots a look over his shoulder that clearly says you’ve got about ten seconds before he loses interest again.

“Sorry, I’m just…caught off guard.” You say, “I wasn’t expecting…. well actually I didn’t know what I was expecting when I did this but when people say ‘witch’, it’s usually— “

“Some old hag who cackles over a cauldron, wearing all black and a pointy hat and rides around on a broom. I get it.” He cuts you off like he’s heard this a million times (probably has). “So are you gonna state your business or can I go home?”

You steel yourself before mustering up the courage to say, “If you’re who you claim to be,” The man in front of you rolls his eyes again. “Then I wish to know my future.”

Silence; all he does is stare at you with a look you can’t read and as you’re starting to feel self-conscious under his gaze, his monotone cuts through the stifling air. “That’s it?”

You blink, “…. Yes?”

“And what would you offer me in return?”

Oh crap…. Didn’t think that one through…

You gulp; you’re so gonna regret this. “Whatever you see fit.”

That causes him to raise an eyebrow, this time out of intrigue. “So anything?”

“…Anything.” You confirm, squaring your shoulders and hardening your stare to show that you meant it. You see a glint in his eyes as he turns to you fully, eyeing you like a cat who’s just spotted its next plaything. And then he’s striding towards you in languid steps, slowly making you feel more and more like the cornered prey he’s about to pounce on. But you hold your ground; you need to show him that you’re not afraid, willing to commit and that you’re serious. Still, it doesn’t stop the breath from hitching in your throat once he’s stopped just mere inches from you, so close you can actually feel his body heat and you had to tilt your head up to meet his unwavering gaze.

You stiffen as you see him raise a hand to brush the hair along the side of your face. Your eyes wants to watch what his hand is doing but they were automatically pulled back to meet his, as if some invisible force willed them to. And you’re easily sucked in; eyes like the darkest of nights that hold so many secrets to the world and so frigid, like you’re drowning in icy waters that are only pulling you deeper, deeper, until—

“Ow!”

The stinging pain effectively snaps you out of your trance and it takes you a minute to realize that the man with bright red hair had yanked out a few strands of your hair. He steps away from you, strands in hand and a rather pleased look on his face.

“What was that for?” You hiss, rubbing the side of your head but all he does is hold up a finger to shush you in response. You watch him bring the strands of hair to eye level and right in front of you, they catch fire. You can only gawk as you watch the flame burn, engulfing the man’s whole palm and yet there was no signs of burning flesh or pain. He watches as it flickers with immense concentration until he ultimately smothers the fire by closing his palm.

“Three questions.” He abruptly says.

“What?”

He holds up three fingers. “You have three questions to ask about your future. That’s it.”

“Hey that’s not—“

“Three questions or none; up to you.”

You huff. “Fine…. Will I find my dream job?”

His eyes wander upwards before he says, “Yes.”

“Okay…” You breathe, “Will I be happy?”

His eyes trail back down to you, face void of any emotions, as he says, “No.”

The answer causes you to recoil a bit but you were determined to remain steadfast as you ask the final question, “…. Will it get better?”

It comes out in a soft murmur that even you’re not sure if he’s heard it. He’s staring again with eyes threatening to drown you once more and you felt like he’s seeing past you, right into your soul. You hate it; with just a single look he’s able to make you feel so bare in front of him. You suppose that’s what being a witch is about…along with igniting random fires without being burnt apparently (so you guess that’s out of the question if you ever wanted to get rid of him).

“It depends on how you look at it.” He finally says.

“…. That’s not very helpful.” You reply, bemused.

“I didn’t say it was gonna be.” He retorts plainly. “Now a deal is a deal. I did my part so you’ll do yours.”

That causes you to straighten up, bristling a bit in preparation of what he’s planning on making you do or give up. Would it be years off your life? Your soul? Can witches even do that? Or maybe he wants a part of your body like an eye?! Or a whole arm?! Oh my God, you really didn’t think this through— !

“Hello?”

You jerk at the sound of his voice, shoulders involuntarily hunching up in a defensive stance. A glance at the witch in front of you lets you know that he doesn’t look about ready to cause bodily harm to you. Actually, he was looking at you like you just did something really stupid.

“W-What?” You stutter.

“I said, you’re going to follow me and do exactly as I say.”

“That's— “ You immediately begin to protest because this just screams stranger danger, momentarily forgetting who you’re dealing with exactly.

“A deal is a deal, Y/N. And I don’t think you would want to know what’ll happen if you cross a witch.” The tone in his voice shifts dangerously in warning, it’s low and he speaks with a calmness that belies what he’s truly capable of, that there are far worse things that will happen to you than following him and doing what he says.

For once you’re not curious enough to find out.

You swallow hard and just numbly nod. At your affirmation to comply, the man’s demeanor eases back into the lethargic air he had when you first met him. He turns away to walk off but not before gesturing with a quick nod of his head for you to follow after him. You don’t have to be told twice. You trail a few steps behind him and amusingly, you spot the black cat from earlier trotting alongside (Smokey was it?)

“Yoongi.”

“Huh?”

Your head snaps from the cat to the man in front of you who only keeps walking at a leisurely pace, hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark washed jeans.

“My name; it’s Min Yoongi.”

“Oh…” You stop yourself from replying with your name in kind, seeing as how he already seems to know it. The silence that follows envelops you but shockingly; you don’t feel as afraid as you should be. Maybe it’s Yoongi’s undeniably easy-going attitude or perhaps just another form of his witchcraft coming into play to make you feel that way, who knows.

Whatever it was, you welcome it.

Because undoubtedly, this will be the last time you’ll ever get to feel at ease again.

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