#pls add more pictures if you have them its delightful

[fryandleelasbigfling]

early futurama is fun because all these scenes of pre-character-development fry and leela being delightfully stupid are ten times as funny when you think about how Super Married they're gonna be someday

[fairyhaos]

🎐 asked:

hi hi i was the wind chime anon lol🎐

(also help this is my 3rd attempt at sending this ask im gonna cry pls ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ there is an option to add a read more block but i think i know now that it doesn't even work and tumblr just refuses to send my ask instead of doing its job </3 im now sending this without adding the read more thingy and i hope it works !! anyway)

exactly ! ! the colours don't always make sense,,, when i told my friends that i see shua as silver they were all pretty surprised and said that it made no sense lmao </3 most of them associated either beige or a pastel shade with him but when they read the piece they said silver suited him rly well ! ! so yea i just wish that wine red could explain other aspects of cheol's personality but that's fine i think it still turned out pretty okay ! :) anway, here's hannie's:

🌸jeonghan embodies a captivating hue of pastel pink, reminiscent of blooming cherry blossoms swaying with grace. with each gentle touch, he reveals a tender and nurturing energy, akin to the caress of velvety rose petals. his essence evokes a comforting warmth, reminiscent of basking in the golden embrace of a sunset. it resonates with the soothing melodies of a music box, wrapping hearts in comforting lullabies, inviting tranquillity. his presence is akin to stepping into a sanctuary adorned with ethereal pink flowers, their petals exuding a gentle fragrance that calms the senses and invites tranquillity.

jeonghan's pastel pink essence weaves a tapestry of kindness and compassion. like a gentle rain shower, it brings peace and serves as a haven of solace for weary hearts. it embodies the tenderness of a mother's touch and envelops others in a warm embrace, whispering words of encouragement and uplifting spirits. pastel pink also echoes his joyful giggle, radiating lightheartedness. his soul dances with the whimsy of swirling cotton candy clouds, embodying a playful nature that evokes the mischievous spirit of a sprite, twinkling mischief in his eyes.

within the realm of pastel pink, jeonghan's cleverness shines like a glimmering gem. it's an intelligence that dances with wit, unveiling unexpected perspectives and surprises. his being is a vibrant carousel of laughter and delight. jeonghan's playful nature and cleverness add a lively dimension, like vibrant brushstrokes on a canvas, infusing life with a dazzling hue. it is the sparkle in his gaze, the infectious laughter that bubbles from his lips, and the clever quips that dance with whimsy, creating a captivating aura where tenderness and cleverness coexist in perfect harmony.🌸

i like this one sm better !! idk i just like the imagery better and omg i love the fact that there's a connection to light and colours in both of our pieces ? ! i think we both highlight his gentle and nurturing nature and view him as someone who possesses beauty, strength, and tenderness. i love that <3 lmk what you think ? :3

ah at least they tried to think if the colours made sense! if i tell my friends the colours i think they are, they go 'oh cool' and carry on with their day help

and now jeonghan's oh my gosh this is so sweet and pretty.

the softness of rose petals??? that is so jeonghan oml. and the whimsical nature of his essence, and also the comfort and delicacy and brightness that's captured in everything that's pastel pink? that's brilliant. 'where tenderness and cleverness coexist in perfect harmony' is just jeonghan exactly. that's so sweet.

how was it, finding jeonghan's colour for you? because for me... oh my god it was so hard. i swear i was on pinterest for a solid half hour just staring at pictures of his face because he kept on changing.

with idols, sometimes they're really easy to figure out bc they have this really powerful presence, that allows me to see their colour easily, but most of the time because they keep changing appearance and hair colour and style, it's so difficult to unpeel all those layers and get to them.

jeonghan was so hard for me, and i think it's bc this little brat is everything at once and he didn't want me to find that out haha

i picked diamond in the end, because there's no other way for me to describe it because he really is everything, just like you described: the tenderness and the intelligence and playfulness and softness. he's multifaceted, he's multicoloured, but he's also clear and transparent and the smooth feeling of diamond so i went with that.

i think it's really cool how we picked different colours and yet still came to the same conclusion with the description! it just shows how jeonghan fits everything, haha

[tobesensation-9]

hi~ i really love your writings 🥰👌🏼 anw, i want to request a scenario(?) when sf9 and s/o have to babysit their s/o's 3y.o niece for 24h? d-do you get what i mean.. 🥺 shsjdjsh i love you pls stay healthy and stay safe!!!!! 🥺🧡🙏🏼

This is so adorable 😍. I have nieces and one of them is three so this is soo cute to write! Thanks a lot and you too, stay strong 💪.

SF9: Babysitting Together

Youngbin

When you mentioned the news to him he was really excited. “Really? I’ll finally meet her!”

“Hi yn/n!” She’d run to you with her cute little legs while your sibling drops her off. You’d pick her up and turn to Youngbin so they can officially meet. Of course like a lot of little kids she’s nervous.

“Hi! My name is Youngbin. You’re so cute.”

She’d act timid not saying anything or waving at first because she was too busy hiding her face in your chest.

But as the day went on she and Youngbin became the closest friends. You started to get envious seeing that she was having more fun with him than she was with you.

“(The title she calls you) look at what Bin and I made?”

She’d come to you with a cookie in hand. You knew he wanted to make cookies with her. A brave task to take with a three-year-old, but he survived and had a ton of fun.

The cookie had the cuteness of what a toddlers art would looks like, only on a cookie. You took a piece and ate it in delight.

“Mmmm. It’s so good!” At your compliment she’d run over to Youngbin and hug him telling him how much you loved the cookie. He’d look up at you smiling and you smile back.

Inseong

This intellectual lol. Would definitely want to teach your niece a few things.

You’d be making them lunch in the kitchen when you see Inseong and your niece laying on the floor looking at a book.

It showed pictures of the different planets of the solar system. You loved how it wasn’t the ideal dolls and other ideal girl toys. So you loved it even more that she was really into it.

“What is this one called? It’s so biiiiiggg.”

“That’s Jupiter. Did you know it’s the largest planet in the solar system?”

“WHATTT?”

He’d end up taking her to the store and coming back after getting supplies to make their own solar system model. 

They’d talk about all sorts of things until her bedtime approached. She’d would definitely be reluctant unless he read more books to her as she fell asleep.

Jaeyoon

He’s always doing crafty things on vlive, so I see him making bracelets with her. When you told him he’d make the effort to buy all sorts of charms at the arts and crafts store. Wanting to give her a huge variety to choose from.

“So you’d add them like this.” The three of you are sitting at the table adding the charms to your bracelets.

“I don’t know what to add?” You could tell that he took the variety so seriously it kinda overwhelmed her.

“Well.... what about this one?” He’d pick a crown charm. “A crown?”

“Yeah, because your beautiful princess.”

“Yay a princess!” She’d end up making a bracelet with nothing but crowns, shoes and dresses, on it reminding you guys every 10 minutes that she was a beautiful princess.

You’d definitely have to buy her a crown before the day was over.

Dawon

After seeing how he interacted with the kids on ‘WDDD’ Dawon has an even bigger soft spot in my heart. Similar to the concept of his variety show, he'd try to complete every task that your niece requests, even the one’s he may not like 😂 ...

“What color do you like? I like purple on you.” 

“Ahhh....okay that's fine. That shade is pretty so I’ll let you.” 

“It is! I knew you'd like it!” 

You’d walk in on your niece giving Sanghyuk a make over. His hair was tied and two disheveled ponytails, with cutely and messy done makeup and now she was polishing his nails. He seemed to do a good job of making sure she didn’t make a mess of anything. But instead, his face was her creative canvas. 

“Oh you look so pretty!” You teased him, sitting in his stool, glaring at you and smiling back at your niece through the pain. 

Also see him giving her piggyback rides running all of over the play with with her squealing and laughing delight.

Zuho

Like Inseong, I see him sharing his knowledge and interest with your niece and she suck all of it up like a sponge. I’ve learned that young kids are so receptive and willing to learn new things all the time, its too cute. I also had to take the idea from SF9 Sangsa (the new episode was priceless 😂). 

So he’d be making music on one of her piano toys and she'd be so astounded.  

“Wait can you do that again?” 

“What this?” 

He’d play a short and cute segment of the chorus of ‘Summer Breeze’ and she’d love it and bounce around dancing like how cute toddlers are. He’d be jumping around and dancing with her too. He’d even be trying to teach her at one point, with her hitting all the wrong keys and laughing together. 

From all the excitement she’d have him playing the same melody from the song until she had gotten tired of it. 

Rowoon

I see Seokwoo really just trying to engage with your niece. Like he’d bring up different topics or she’d bring up different things and they'd be talking and playing for hours. 

You’d laugh at how inquisitive your niece would get. Seeing their interactions would tickle you to your core. 

“Mr. Seokwoo?” 

“Call me Uncle Seokwoo”. This would make you snicker 

He’d be sitting next to her, leaning to her giving her all his attention. 

“Uncle Seokwoo, are you a giant?” 

He’d chuckle, “Am I a giant?” 

“Yeah. You’re so big. I was scared when I first saw you. Because you look like a giant.” 

“Well, I guess you can call me that. You don’t have to be scared. I’m the nicest giant you'd meet.” He’d poke her nose and flash her a smile. She’d giggle and they'd giggle together. 

It was so cute and funny how quick she warmed up to him and how his charms can work on anyone. 

Taeyang

Taeyang just seems so gentle and tender. I think any kid would love him. Of course I think he would try to cook with her or teach her some dance moves. They’d be in a separate room, and you'd hear him playing tons of SF9 songs teaching her some of the dances. Of course modifying them to make the easier for her.

“Like this?’ She’d ask. 

“Yeah, just like that. You really got the hang of it!” 

In the living room where you were you’d see your niece running out of the room with Taeyang walking behind

“Can we you show you the dances Taeyang taught me?” 

“Sure go ahead.” 

With a speaker in hand, Taeyang would start playing ‘Life is so Beautiful’ which you’d assume was her favourite song to dance too since you heard this one the most. 

She’d look back a Taeyang the entire time laughing with the biggest smile on her face. 

Hwiyoung

For some reason I see him having playful banter with your niece. Younger kids can't help but be honest. I think that would poke at his sensitive side and it would turn into playful banter. 

“Youngkyun, where are your sleeves?” 

She’d be touching his arm. He was wearing one of his iconic no-sleeve, chuffed shirts 

“It doesn't have any.” 

“Why? It’s cold outside. You’re gonna get sick.” 

“I wore a jacket yn/n”. 

“Thats not warm enough. Find your sleeves”. 

“I told you it’s not supposed to have them.” 

You’d see them talking and see him getting flustered by the bluntness of a three-year-old. 

He’d look at you, flushed, but trying to laugh it off 😅😂.

Chani

I see him and your niece having a competition to see who’s the cutest for your attention. Like an aegyo contest. 

She’d come up to you just being a natural cutie pie telling all the things she’s doing and you praising her for it. And right after to play with her he’d tap you and do some of his famous aegyo and turning to her for a reaction. 

Not realising herself she’d try acting cuter for the rest of the day. 

“Look (your title)! My dress looks super cute with all the glitter!” 

“Look y/n, aren’t my cute eyes and cheeks cuter’, you’d just scoff at him and you’d see your niece just starring at him tapping you to tell you something that she thinks was better.

Even with this little competition they’d get along perfectly. That’s just the nature of Chani he seems to get along well with anyone.  

Extra points 

- I also think that some of them wouldn’t have any trouble putting her to sleep like Jaeyoon, Inseong, Rowoon and Taeyang. But I think the rest of them would need your help with that. 

- Even for those who would have trouble, she’d most likely take a nap next to or leaning on them instead of you before the day was over

- (Definitely see Rowoon, Zuho, Taeyang, and Youngbin just picking her up and laying her on his chest if they were sitting in the coach next to you). 

- Your niece would also want ideal food that kids would like, like pizza and chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs. And all of then would agree with her, especially Zuho. 

- I see you trying to disagree and suggest something else but they end up chanting for dinosaur nuggets together 

- And not forgetting their juice or milk boxes that you’d serve both of them. 

[jiminscaramel]

champion | wonho [mx]

[GENRE] smut, fluff

[COUNT] 3k+

[PAIRING] fem. reader x Wonho

[WARNINGS] PWP, slight breath play, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, vanilla

[AU] soccer au

[A/N] so this as a combo of two requests (as shown below) and I thought I’d incorporate the two seeing as they were pretty flexible ideas. Also I’m pretty sure you can’t be in a relationship with your client when you’re an agent but pls humour me for the sake of this oneshot. I am a Brit so I have written the word football instead of soccer so I hope that doesn’t cause any confusion. Anyways, enjoy!

The humidity hits you just as hard as the camera flashes the second your leg peeks out from the car door. You graciously pull the rest of your frame out, discreetly fixing the hem of your satin slip before fixing your hair. You can already feel a dewy layer of sweat covering your skin and running down your back. You take Wonho’s arm nonchalantly, flashing him an impish smile before following the flagstone path into the restaurant.

You turn and smile confidently for the cameras shoved in front of your face, even pausing for a second to strike a sultry pose, ensuring the paparazzi had clear and sufficient pictures for tomorrow’s papers. Wonho rolls his eyes lightheartedly, patiently waiting beside you. He’s proud of you and unlike many other football players, he doesn’t see you as a trophy wife or a shallow headed girlfriend to parade around on his arm like an accessory. You’d known each other long before he’d reached this level of fame, way before he’d signed his very first contract and although he hadn’t yet popped the big question, you know he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.

You slip your hand under his arm again as he leads you through the immaculate glass doors that follow through to a marble foyer. The din of the photographers quietens down as the doors silently close behind you and in its place is the soft sound of the live quartet in the centre of the room. A hostess greets the two of you, skipping formalities and leading you straight to your table, immediately recognising Wonho. She hands you a pair of menus and flutters away to get your drinks.

“This is nice,” you bite back a smile and peek over the card, your smokey eyes wide in awe and glistening in delight.

“Only the best for my girl,” he winks and you duck down behind your menu, flustered. Although you’d been together for years, Wonho still takes every opportunity he can find to shamelessly flirt with you. Equipped with witty one-liners and drop-dead cheesy pickup lines, he never misses a moment to use them on you, always earning flushed cheeks and averted eyes as his reward. It’s terribly corny, but you love it.

The service is quick, it gives you no time to even think about the hunger pangs in your stomach and the food is exquisite – unique, fresh and bold flavours exploding on your tongue with every forkful.

“So…” you begin slow, unsure if you’re right to start this particular conversation. “What are we celebrating?”

He smiles through a mouthful and leans back, wiping his mouth and loosening a button on his shirt, revealing more flesh. “Nothing, baby, I just wanted to take you out to dinner while we’re here.”

Your eyebrows furrow together as you try to understand what he means by ‘nothing’. “Are you sure? There’s nothing else we’re celebrating?”

He sighs and fidgets in his seat, reaching for his wine glass. “I didn’t sign the contract,” he suddenly admits. “Yet.”

You sigh in exasperation, your cutlery clattering in your plate. “Wonho–”

“I know, baby, but I still have time to make a decision. I don’t want to rush into anything. This is a huge signing we’re talking about, our lives will change again in… well, the best way. I hope. What if things don’t work out, you know? What if you end up hating Spain?” He leans forward, the concern completely evident on his face, eyes wide with worry and eyebrows upturned.

“The contract is perfect, Wonho. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to get out there and dominate another league.”

“It’s a team sport,” he deadpans. “It’s not like I’m up against another team on my own, is it?”

You roll your eyes. “What I mean is, me hating Spain is the least of our concerns. I just want what’s best for you and that you have immense potential which I don’t think is being shown. I just don’t think the club is giving you enough credit or time on the pitch, not to mention all of the other other issues we’ve spoken about. Signing a new contract with them for another five years isn’t worth it. It’s suicide, Wonho.”

He leans back again, one arm thrown over the back of the chair, his tongue running across the inside of his cheek, eyes as black as the night. He studies you with a familiar intensity you recognise as concentration and watch as it morphs into reasoning. He knows you’re right, you’d spent the better half of your time together as his agent, negotiating deals for major clubs and doing all the behind the scenes work to ensure he always had the best. And while it’s no longer your job, having long handed the reins to somebody else, it doesn’t stop you from giving your professional input.

Though you try your hardest to stay impartial and unbiased, preferring to think about these things logically instead of emotionally, the lines this time feel a little blurred. You start to question your motives and the proximity of personal and professional opinion. Are you really thinking about it the way a critical friend would or is it your own desire presiding?

“I know you’re right,” he echoes your thoughts, his eyes still dark and stormy. “I know you are, but I don’t… I don’t want to leave London. I’m happy there.”

“Wonho,” you begin softly, sighing sadly as you finally understand his hesitancy.

“I know it sounds stupid but really. We’ve been everywhere, constantly moving here and there and I haven’t felt more at home anywhere else. To leave and start again…” He stares into the glass, swirling the ruby red liquid around absent-mindedly. “I just don’t know.”

You reach forward and reach for his arm, gently squeezing in the hopes of being reassuring. “You know I’ll support you whatever you choose to decide. I just want you to have the best. I want you to be happy. I’m sorry for pushing you, we don’t need to rush into anything, ok? I can speak to your agent and see if there’s anything else we can do?”

He shrugs dismissively and offers you a small smile, albeit a sad one. “I think we should forget about it for now. I don’t want to ruin our last night here.”

You smile, a little unsure, but not wanting to linger any longer on the subject. “Sure.”

He flags down a waiter in Spanish and pays the bill, standing up to help you out. The photographers still crowd the valet though there’re significantly less, allowing you more room to breathe. You feel bad having brought the subject up, guilty that the night seems to have gone a little awry, but you can think of a few things to make amends.

“When did it get so hot?” You huff, stomping around the villa barefoot opening every door and window in sight in the hopes of catching an elusive breeze to relieve you from the suffocating humidity.

Even in your underwear and crepe kimono you feel smothered, as if the air is pushing down against gravity, squashing you in between. You turn and find Wonho staring thoughtfully into the night, pacing on the patio. He nurses a whiskey in one hand while carding his other through his hair, visibly distressed.

“Wonho, it’s not gonna do you any good worrying about it now,” you try to reassure his nerves, sidling up beside him. He avoids your gaze, eyes dropping low to his feet. “Hey,” you cup his cheek, forcing his gaze back up to meet yours. “Whatever choice you make, I’ll be standing right beside you. There no right or wrong, it’s just what you decide.”

He leans into your touch, his own hand resting atop yours, gently squeezing. He sighs and closes his eyes, knowing you’re right but worrying nevertheless. He wants to make you happy regardless of his decision, no longer thinking about deals for himself but how they’ll also benefit you. It’s not how it’s supposed to go, but that’s always been Wonho – selfless and all-inclusive.

“I just want to make you happy,” he whispers, afraid of disturbing the still night.

“I have you. For the rest of my life. I couldn’t be happy enough,” you lean in and gently seal your sentence with a kiss, a soft peck to his lips that wracks your body with a frisson of excitement.

He chases your lips as you pull away, further words unnecessary and made redundant by your body language, and pull the glass from his hand. You saunter back into the villa and place it down of the table, heading straight to the bedroom, skin burning with his searing gaze.

And it doesn’t take him long at all, to find you sprawled enticingly on the cotton sheets, kimono shed and left on a little heap on the floor. Your eyes smoulder, silently beckoning him forward. His weight dips the mattress, knees caging you in on either side, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he drinks you all in.

His palms sink into the sheets on either sides of your head and for a moment, your eyes lock. You see Wonho for who he is and all the traits that add up to make him. His vulnerability, his modesty, his confidence and his tenderness. His strengths and his weaknesses, greatest dreams and worst fears. And you find that despite knowing everything about him, despite knowing the best and the worst of him, you still love him. It only makes you want him more and love him more fiercely.

His forehead knocks against yours and his eyes flutter closed as he hums with content, listening to your body, your soul. Your eyes close too, your chest heaving with suspense. The air is electric, unadulterated lust and want coursing through the air, channeled through his impeccable self restraint.

He gently kisses your forehead, trailing his lips down your face before nestling into your neck. His breath fans across your skin, igniting it even further and your thighs clench at the contact. “I love you,” he whispers into your skin, inscribing the words with his breath.

You gasp at the feeling, a short rush of air escaping your lungs as you reply, “I love you too.”

But he notices the way your body tenses and reacts to his proximity, a small smirk pulling the corners of his plump lips. “Oh?” He breathes intentionally into your neck, close but not quite touching, sending you into a state of fervour.

Your heart stutters and a small whimper sounds at the back of your throat, the teasing unbearable and afraid of what he’ll do with the new discovery. You clench your thighs even tighter in a desperate attempt to get yourself under control but it’s fruitless.

Wonho’s lips ghost down to your collarbones, nipping gently on the taught skin, before travelling further south to your pebbled nipples beneath your bra. He hums desperately against your skin, the vibrations coursing through every inch of your body. You tense up again but Wonho has none of it and knocks your legs apart with his hand, his fingers finding your damp clothed heat.

“Baby,” he coos into your chest, rubbing circles into your damp panties. “You’re so wet already, I haven’t even started.” He reaches around your arched back and snaps off the clasps of your bra, allowing you to shed it to give him better access. But instead of latching on and devouring you as you’d expect he barely touches you. His lips ghost across the swell of your breasts, purposefully avoiding the area you so need him most.

The damp spot in your underwear soon turns into a wet spot, your arousal sleeping through the lace and moistening his fingers. You whine even louder, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but he only laughs under his breath, torturing you further.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” He asks, inching closer to your nipple. “You like it when I tease you like this, hm?”

You shake your head no, countless desires clouding your thoughts.

“No?” He suddenly latches on to your breast, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple earning a cry in response. Gently holding it between his teeth he pulls away and watches it bounce back before blowing across the wet.

Your groans of pleasure are music to his ears, his own signs of arousal becoming all too clear. He does the same to the other nipple, relishing in your torture, before pulling away entirely and flipping you over on all fours. He takes his time when pulling your underwear down, your arousal  smearing your inner thighs.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he admires unabashedly, his erection growing harder with each passing second. “So beautiful and so wet for me.”

“Wonho please,” you beg but you’re not sure what for. Your clit throbs in the exposed air, begging also for some sort of relief – any sort of relief. “Please–” but your pleading is harshly cut off.

Wonho licks a stripe along the length of your pussy, his tongue flat and warm against your folds. It offers little relief, as his pace is torturously slow, but the feeling is heavenly. His hands grip your ass tight, keeping you in place as he devours you whole, your hips rolling into his tongue. Profanities run like a river past your lips, tumbling incoherently into the humid night. A thin sheen of sweat coats your skin as your hands fist the sheets, knuckles aching with the sheer strength.

He teases your clit with the tip of his tongue, your little bundle of nerves sending euphoria coursing through your veins. He finally pulls away, mouth slick with your arousal, smirking at your dishevelled state. “You taste so sweet, baby,” his breath ghosting along your folds rips another surge of desire through you. “So sweet.”

You mewl into the sheets as he pushes your head down into the pillows, freeing his member from the confines of his shorts, but he isn’t moving fast enough. You back your hips onto him but he holds you firmly in place, his hands digging into your waist. You look back and marvel at his splendour, his broad shoulders and chest and rippling muscles in his arms; such a stark contrast between size has your insides fluttering.

Wonho rubs the tip of his cock along your folds, your slick coating his member, before easily slipping inside of you. You collectively gasp as he bottoms out, a guttural groan sounding from the depths of his chest. He stills for a second, gaining composure and adjusting, his breathing laboured as he reaches the near end of his self-control.

“Baby, you’re so tight,” he marvels at the way you feel, the way your walls flutter around him so deliciously. “God, you drive me crazy.”

He moves his hips slow, rolling them steadily and teasing you, leaving you begging for more. His vice grip prevents you from getting what you want and although you love it and hate it in equal parts, you start to grow dangerously impatient. “Wonho–”

“Shh, baby, I know what you want,” his pace grows quicker, though it does nothing to quench your thirst. It’s an agonisingly slow build up, the heat pooling in your stomach hotter than lava, but you relish every inch of him. Every movement, every touch and every breath you hold dear and savour for the moment, saving them for your darkest hours.

Soon, the room fills with the sound of slick skin against skin, the both of your sweating profusely from the efforts. His thrusts are relentless, his purchase tighter than ever and your cries are voluble, incessant yet incoherent; hungry for more yet insatiable.

Your walls flutter around his cock as his head hits your g-spot, his hand pushing your head further into the sheets to get a deeper angle. You feel your slick on the duvet, certain that you’ve completely ruined the bedding, but the idea turns you on further.

“Get those fingers working, kitten,” he demands, pulling one of your arms back. You obediently fumble to get your hand on your clit, working figures of eight into your bud in time to his thrusts. “Good girl. That’s my good girl,” his words get lost in his grunts as he works himself towards release.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the familiar feeling in your gut blooms and threatens to spill over. “Wonho, I’m so close. Fuck, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum–” your words string together unintelligibly, filling the room with lewd confessions.

“You’ve taken me so fucking well, baby. Are you ready to cum for me?” He asks between gritted teeth. “You ready to cum all over my cock?”

You nod fervently, an inconsolable sobbing mess, your fingers working overtime to keep up with him. “Yes, Wonho please!”

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels you come undone, your juices squirting everywhere and running down your hand. Your walls spasm around him as the knot in your stomach unravels, your cries subsiding into mewls of overstimulated pleasure.

His grunts and moans become more primal, sloppier and quicker, signalling his near end. “Baby, I’m so close, so close,” he whispers, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck. His chest is cold against your back, puddles of sweat making you shiver against him. His self-restraint has long snapped, his hips pounding and pistoning with no other intention but to find his release. And he finally does.

Your name falls from his lips like a heavenly prayer, as if you’re his saving grace, as he loses himself completely within you. His warm seed spills inside and coats your walls, dripping out along with your own cum. You both lay in a heaving, sweaty heap, Wonho still buried deep inside you, wincing as he feels you still flutter around him. His breath against your neck sends shivers down your spine and despite the awful humidity, your hairs stand on end.

He finally rolls over and pulls out, a small, hoarse cry escaping your throat.

“Fuck,” he pants, shying away into his side of the bed, timidness taking over.

“Yeah... fuck,” you both burst into giggles, laughing away as if he Wonho hadn’t been fucking your brains out five minutes ago.

“This might have swayed me in my decision making,” he admits, throwing an arm over his face.

“Yeah?”

“Mm,” he confirms.

You push up off the bed and sway your hips as you make your way to the bathroom, cum dripping down your thighs and glistening in the dim light. You smirk as Wonho peeks from behind his arm, his cock twitching in response. “Let’s see if I can sway you further.”

[araniaexumae]

Jily Band + social media AU

Hi! This is a work that takes place in the same universe as Stare but it can be read as a standalone piece. As always, special thanks to Mia @blitheringmcgonagall who is the best jily cheerleader ever <3

also tagging @thebo and @ravenclaw-ft because they liked the snippet (thanks!)

10 Up-and-Coming British Rock Bands

Hogsmeade Magazine

Number 6 : The Marauders

After self-releasing their first EP, Up to no good, in January this year, the Marauders have charmed audiences with their genre-bending sound and boy-band looks. By listening to the first songs, you would classify them as a classic rock band, and a good one at that. But if you pay closer attention, you’ll be able to discern some hip-hop or pop influences depending on the song. They originally made themselves known on the internet through youtube, in a delightful mix of music videos and ridiculous prank vlogs.

Peter Pettigrew @scabbers

@siriuslypretty @prongspotter @notromulus check it out guys we r famous now

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Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@scabbers @prongspotter @notromulus fucking FINALLY

James F. Potter @prongspotter

@siriuslypretty @scabbers @notromulus um what do they mean by ridiculous prank vlogs?

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London’s newest boy band is cuter than 1D

Rita Skeeter for Puddifoot Weekly

Call my title clickbait-y all you want, my readers know I only write the truth. And the truth is that London’s newest rock band the Marauders are sweet on the eyes. You might have heard Stare , which is their most popular number, on the radio. And if you’ve ever seen a picture of lead vocalist James Potter, you will wish he was singing it to you the next time you hear it! The young singer is the son of philanthropists Fleamont and Euphemia Potter and if his music career doesn’t work out, his inheritance already makes him into a very eligible bachelor. My sources tell me he’s still single, so the game is on! May the best lady win.

But no worries, there are enough men to go around! The three other members are just as attractive. You might recognize Sirius Black from his short career in modeling. He posed for several pieces for Walburga Black’s line when he was a child, but we all know about his dramatic falling out with his family since. ( Black heir disowned? ) It’s a shame he won’t model anymore, because I don’t get tired of looking at him. And his mysterious troubled past only adds to the charm!

The other members, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, while more discreet, are just as handsome. There’s less drama surrounding their names… for now! I’ll be on the lookout!

Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@prongspotter @notromulus @scabbers lol who would ever think James is attractive?

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Remus Lupin @notromulus

@siriuslypretty @scabbers @prongspotter you’re just jealous cause you weren’t called eligible

Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@notromulus @prongspotter @scabbers idc I have bad boy charm

Peter Pettigrew @scabbers

@siriuslypretty @notromulus @prongspotter lmao I’m just imagining all the ladies fighting for james

Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@prongspotter @notromulus @scabbers lol like that would ever happen

James F. Potter @prongspotter

@siriuslypretty @notromulus @scabbers I want a solo career

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The Potter heir not so eligible anymore?

Rita Skeeter for Puddifoot Weekly

Pictures of James Potter and a mysterious redhead holding hands at a bus stop had all of internet screaming last night. Twitter user @bathildabagsht posted a picture yesterday afternoon and the band’s fanbase went crazy for it. For all the picture’s blurriness, any fan of the Marauders would recognize James Potter’s signature messy black hair. Oh how I wish I could run my hands through these locks! The woman’s identity is still unknown but you know me, keeping a secret is basically asking me to uncover it!

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Euphemia Potter @euphemiapotter

Immensely proud of our son @siriuslypretty for his speech at the #pottergala last night! We love you!

The Marauders speak up about homophobia

The Quibbler

Last week, the Potter foundation held its annual fundraising gala, and this year’s goal was to support LGBTQ+ shelters. The presence of the Marauders was no surprise for anyone, since James Potter is the band’s lead vocalist and guitar player. The band arrived on the stage unannounced and performed a few songs, to the crowd’s delight. The biggest surprise, however, came after their set. Piano player Sirius Black remained on stage to hold a speech about his own experience with homophobia. Rumours surrounding his sexuality had first surfaced several years ago when his family publicly disowned him, but neither party had commented on it. In a moving speech, Sirius finally put an end to the gossip and came out as gay. He opened up about his difficult childhood and thanked the Potters for taking him in. But rather than detailing everything he said, I would rather you see it for yourself. ( Sirius Black’s speech at the 2019 Potter gala ) His way with words could bring anyone to tears and it’s no wonder that he writes most of the Marauders ’ song lyrics. Congratulations, Sirius!

Severus Snape @halfbloodprince

never been a fan of the potter foundation or the marauders but @siriusly ‘s speech last night was disgusting. no wonder the blacks threw him out

Peter Pettigrew @scabbers

@halfbloodprince U R disgusting

Remus Lupin @notromulus

@halfbloodprince wow thanks for voicing your opinion on the subject, it really matters to us

James Potter @prongspotter

@halfbloodprince his speech was better than your entire existence

Severus Snape @halfbloodprince

@notromulus @prongspotter voicing my opinion is my right

Lily Evans @flowerevans

@halfbloodprince you can use your right to stfu sev

James F. Potter @prongspotter

@flowerevans how are you so perfect?

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James Potter’s girlfriend no longer a mystery

Rita Skeeter for Puddifoot Weekly

Remember when the internet went crazy for a picture of our beloved James with a mysterious woman on a bus? Well she’s no longer a mystery! IfJames Potter’s recent tweet left you with any doubt about his relationship with Lily Evans aka @flowerevans, yesterday’s pics will clear it up. The two were seen at upcoming photographer Dorcas Meadowes’ gallery opening and looked pretty cosy. The two left the event hand in hand and kissed just outside the venue. What a lucky girl!

But who is this Lily Evans? There’s not much about her on the internet but digging through her twitter will tell you that she’s part Irish and a chemist, so I guess our James has a thing for intellectuals. They’ve been seen on the bus several times after the first pics so they probably took the same route. Wait, what if she took that bus on purpose until she met him? Could she be a stalker? Guess I’ll just have to find out!

James F. Potter @prongspotter

@flowerevans omg quit stalking me

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Lily Evans @flowerevans

@prongspotter you’re an idiot

James F. Potter @prongspotter

@flowerevans maybe but i’m your idiot <3 <3

Peter Pettigrew @scabbers

@prongspotter @flowerevans pls stop

Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@prongspotter @flowerevans so does that mean I’m now the most eligible potter heir?

Remus Lupin @notromulus

@siriusblack you sure about that?

Sirius Black @siriuslypretty

@notromulus ask me again tonight ;)

[thatbangtanbloom]

House of Cards || kth v. jjk [5]

House of Cards

The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

Categories: Fluff, Angst

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Word Count: 3,178

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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      Crimson. Carmine. Scarlet. Red. Each of these blurs Taehyung’s vision as he stares at the picture of Jungkook and you that hangs up on his wall. The authenticity of the smiles sends a ripple through Taehyung as he stands up from his black sofa and charges over to the picture. His breath quickens as his eyes lay on Jungkook’s static ones and he rips the large photograph from the wall, allowing the photograph’s glass to disseminate into small shards and the photograph falls to the ground in a heap. As though possessed, Taehung flips the turned over painting over with a smirk on his lips. A look so sinister adorns his eyes and he finds himself choking in delight at how beautiful the painting looks without glass. How close he was, Taehyung thinks to himself before picking up one of the shards of glass and dragging its blade over the face of his most prized enemy; Jeon Jungkook with a grin on his face.

 You shouldn’t have done that, Jungkook.

    For the first time in years, Kim Taehyung is satisfied. Seeing the peeling layers of Jungkook (though in two-dimensional form) filled Taehyung with a gratification that he had not felt since he was last able to be by your side. He can only picture the pleasure that can be derived from the younger boy when he sees that you’ve been his all along and not the other way around. A chuckle ensues through Taehyung and the euphoria from the torn painting leaves Taehyung unscathed mentally as his hand bleeds profusely from the shard that has been tightly enclosed in his fingers.

    “Y/N-ah,” Taehyung laughs sadistically to himself. A metallic smell hitting his nostrils as he drops the glass shard he held so deeply. The sight of blood only makes Taehyung’s heart beat faster and he is scrambling to find your part of the picture – the perfect part. The part that is untouched, unblemished – un-Jungkooked. His careless actions lead to your still face being stained with his own blood. “I can not wait until we’re together.” He chuckles once more – but this time he sits on the floor instead of the stool that is just a mere centimeter away from him. “But don’t worry,” He strokes your hair with a tenderness only characteristic of that of a lover. “It will be just us again. I promise." 

      Ever since last night, your thoughts can not move away from the fright that you witnessed in Hansung’s eyes. The mysterious blood stains, the darkening circle around his left eye, how he held his ribs so tightly; something was definitely wrong. You thought you would be overstepping your boundaries if you asked him but you knew that you definitely had to apologize for Jungkook’s accusations of Hansung being your stalker.

     All night, you mulled over the possibility. Hansung? A stalker? The boy could barely talk to you without injuring himself - how would he be stealthy enough to follow you for all of this years? The prospect didn’t make sense. He has a girlfriend, you reason with yourself. She’s your roommate for heavens’ sake. Would he honestly cut that close just to get to you?

  You shake your head to yourself in disbelief. No one would act that careless either. With the way Jungkook had proposed it to you, your stalker has been following you for years, which was true. What didn’t add up would be why he would choose to show himself now of all times. If he had gone for so long looming over you from a distance, what made now any different?

  Your thoughts are cut off when you hear ‘class dismissed’ by your Multivariable Calculus teacher and you scramble to collect your books and place them in your white, purple, and blue backpack knowing how impatient Jungkook could be - especially on Wednesday since he had soccer practice and that the line at his favorite cafe would be out the door if he hadn’t arrived that precisely when he always did. In the midst of collecting your workbooks, you check your phone to see a couple of texts from Jungkook.

 [11:03 am] junggull: yah, y/n i can’t pick u up from class. practice got moved up. :(

[11:28 am] junggull: aish can u answer so i know if u r dead or not

 [11:42 am] junggull: can u get those candies i like that u always buy and bring them for me after practice? :3 

 [11:42 am] junggull: oH don’t forget to avoid that hansung kid 

 [11:43 am] junggull: i meAN IT 

 [11:47 am]  junggull: don’t make me worry pls 

You softly laugh to yourself at his childish texts before thumbing back your response.

 [12:16 pm] #1sidebae : not dead

 [12:16 pm] #1sidebae : and ok dad 

    With the slightest hint of a grin on your face, it fades as you put your phone in your purse with a sigh. You knew how long his soccer practices usually last so that gave you about two to three hours of alone time. Despite the surrounding students, you never felt more alone when realization hit you: you honestly do not know anybody besides Jungkook and the few friends he has introduced you too. The only friend that you would have known would have a boy a couple years older than you by the name of Park Jimin but he mysteriously lost his scholarship just a few days before your arrival at Seoul National University. Unbeknownst to you, his forced absence was the direct result of your presence.

     If you’re being honest, Jimin was more than just a friend to you in high school. It could even be said that he would be your high school sweetheart if it hadn’t been for Jungkook’s skillful meddling. You could still remember the happiness that came from Jimin when you first told him of your acceptance to his college and all the cute dates he promised you only to be halt contact with you entirely a few days after your moving in to your dorm. One of your last days with him blur into your vision as you take a seat on the bench in the quad. 

   The scent of fresh grass invades your senses as you watch the boy with black hair dribble the ball back and forwards between his feet. The sweat from his hair glistened passes down his brow and to his shirt. You never understood Jungkook and his valiance to do anything so perfectly.

   Turning your eyes away from your best friend, your cheeks flushed at the sight in front of you. There stood Park Jimin, a pretty blonde with endearing eyes standing over you. His white t-shirt clung to his chest and he stood so close that you could make out the irises of his eyes. "How’s the weather down there, Y/N-ah?”

     "Even better now that you’re here.“ You smile meekly at him, remembering how Jungkook had urged you to play nice with the boy. Jungkook thought you had been afraid of the boy since you always managed to fearlessly move away from him, but it was the complete opposite. Ever since Jungkook and Jimin had become friends, you found yourself sitting a bit straighter and wearing clothes that had been pushed so heavily back in your closet a-.

      Your thoughts came to a crashing halt; Jimin’s head now sat in your lap and he toyed with the friendship bracelet Jungkook and you both shared with a smile. Unbeknownst to you, Jimin thought you were aspectabund. He found your crush on him to be dulcet. Often times, he thought that girls only liked him for his looks (and it’s not to say that you didn’t, either) but he knew you adored his personality. After all, he found himself often hearing a lecture from Jungkook of how much you liked him before you even knew what he looked like.

       "Shouldn’t you return back to practicing with Jungkook? He has his entire future riding on this game.” You advise. Your eyes soften when they met his and he chuckled at your actions.

        Jimin turned away from the onyx haired boy with a laugh. “You really care about him a lot, do you?” His fingers settled against his stomach. His dark brown eyes stared back into yours.

   "Of course, I do. He’s my best friend.“ You swallowed hard once the realization of Park Jimin, your crush for a year, was sitting so comfortably with you. Quite frankly, it shook you to your core. Your cheeks flush hard at how intently Jimin stared at you. Was he always this focused on someone when he spoke with someone?

    Jimin sighs before parting his lips to speak, "That’s sweet. I hope you can learn to care for me like that, too.” He beams at your flustered state. You sheepishly push his shoulder in efforts to avoid a response and he laughs that laugh that you found yourself admiring for so long. Jimin shifts out of your lap and tilts his head at you. “What is it?

       "You’re so blunt,” you murmur. You force yourself to meet his eyes and you swear that you have seen the epitome of heaven. God, why did he have to be so perfect? 

     You’ve come to adore the way Jimin leans over when he laughs, his eyes scrunching up to perfect crescent moons as he does so. “You think I’m blunt?” He giggles this time, nearly squeaking and you laugh too.

   "I mean, yeah! Who just says stuff like that?“ You pause for the dramatic effect of lowering your voice to match his Busan satoori with a grin, ”'I hope you can learn to care for me like that, too.’ God, Jimin, why?“   

    Jimin rolled his eyes at your unfeasible imitation of him before something caught his eye. A boy, he was certain was around the same age as him, grimaced at him. The boy’s iniquity surfaced in his eyes as he stared back at Jimin. The leer in his smile was evident as he shook his head back at Jimin.

     'Isn’t that Kim Taehyung?’ Jimin thought to himself. The boy’s manner was never this demeaning. What made now different from before?

       Jimin gently took your arm and your backpack, his faultless orbs never broke with spiteful ones. Though the distance was somewhat substantial, Jimin still was able to acknowledge the shift in Taehyung.

 "Is something wrong Jimin?” You asked Jimin, utterly unaware of what just took place. His demeanor had stiffened in the milliseconds that had passed. 

    Then, all at once, something clicked.

     "I think we should go.“ Jimin whispered against your ear as he kept his eyes on Taehyung. Taehyung clenched and unclenched his fists against his backpack, a futile attempt to calm himself. How could she do this to me? He swallowed hard with a gulp. 'Move,’ Taehyung prompted himself to move an inch, hell, he would even give for a centimeter but he was merely left standing there as he watched Jimin escort you back to Jungkook

.  The rest of the way home, Taehyung found himself looking back over his shoulder; to see you running towards him with wide arms and hastily explaining that it was all Jimin’s fault (because of course, it was Jimin’s fault. He should have respected your personal space). But you didn’t, and something in the deepest part of him knew that you never would.

   "Aish!” Taehyung screamed as he threw his backpack to the ground. He slumped down the wooden door of his house, falling against the floor. “Why, why, why,” The one syllable fell out of his mouth like vomit. He couldn’t take this anymore. He could handle Jungkook, after all, he had no romantic interest in you, but Jimin?

    The very idea of the soft-spoken boy prompted Taehyung to stand up from the floor and turn to punch his fist into the wall. The pain was excruciating as if he had burned himself with a frying pan, but it did not compare to the pain he wanted Jimin to feel. The audacity that boy had!

    “Just one day,” Taehyung whimpered once the metallic smell of blood filled the air. He seethes through the pain. Your brows furrow in confusion at how strangely Jimin acted all of a sudden. 

     Shaking your head at the thoughts, you looked up from your lap to the scenery in front of you. Girls laughing crowded your ears followed by that of boys talking about an English essay that was due soon passed by you. You chew on your bottom lip as your eyes fall on a boy with blonde hair that mirrors that of Hansung but without the absence of glasses. Regardless, you call out 'Hansung’  anyway.

    At the sound of your voice, Taehyung turns around and gulps ardently at your presence. A small smile tugs on his lips as he watches you wave him down. He stands still, taking in deep breaths to control himself as you approach him with your books. “Hansung!” You say as you jog over to him. Your excitement proves to be too much as you trip over a crack in the sidewalk, sending you towards the ground at an alarmingly fast ground – only to be caught by Hansung.

  Electricity moves through your body like a current as you find yourself in Taehyung’s arms. Your cheeks flush an uncomfortable shade of pink. Your knees feel like they are about to give in beneath you if it were not for Taehyung’s grip on you. Your throat goes dry like the Subsaharan desert and Taehyung is certain this is how he must have looked when he first saw you. The idea pulls on his heartstrings violently to the point he has to swallow to stop how fast his heart is beating.

  The close proximity has Taehyung blushing much harder than you. The pink tint in his cheeks does not deter his eyes away from yours, surprisingly. Out of habit, his eyes dart down to your lips and he subconsciously bites his lip down at the sight of them. His heart beats in triple time as he looks up back at your own eyes. “H-hi.” The shy boy stammers to you while tightening the grip on your waist.

    “Hi,” You sheepishly blurt before looking away from him to stand upright. “Thanks for, you know, not letting me fall." 

    Your awkwardness softens Taehyung’s heart more than you normally do and he swears that he would fawn over you right now if he had the opportunity to do so. "It’s no problem.” He toys with the sleeves of his sweater nervously and finally realizes that he’s still holding your hands. “I’ll just let these go now… ha.”

      A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. You readjust your backpack and take one measly step away from him. “I-I wanted to apologize about Jungkook. What he said yesterday - it was just him being protective of me. He didn’t mean any harm by it.”

  The mention of Jungkook has Taehyung’s eyes darkening to a shade of brown you have characteristically never seen before on him and it has you squinting your eyes to check if you are seeing correctly. “I understand. Boys his age are often very irrational with what they say and think.” His choice of words makes you blink before dismissing it.  He must be a little offended that Jungkook did that, you assure yourself while nodding in agreement. Taehyung almost gasps at your agreement. Could you see the irrationality of Jungkook’s actions?

   "Would you like to get something to eat? I really want to make it up to you so that there won’t be any hard feelings between us.“

   Taehyung sighs in awe. Only you could be this perfect. It was a given. A soft smile tugs on Taehyung’s lips as he nods. "I could never have hard feelings towards you.” Fire tears through his chest at the words.

  Eerily enough, the smoothness of Hansung’s words comforts you in a way that nearly everything (Jungkook excluded, of course) fell short of. It almost feels as though you know Hansung longer and deeper than just the boy who is the boyfriend of your roommate. Something in the way that Hansung looks at you makes you feel like there’s something more to him - or more importantly, more to you than what is seen and that thought of alone has you telling yourself that you are determined to find out just exactly who Kim Hansung is.

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[twocoursemeal-blog]

TCM Eats: OliToki

OliToki (Allston)

OliToki is a place you’re lucky to get a table at - not just because it’s delicious, but also because there are literally only 3 tables. Try for a spot anyway, and thank us later!

OliToki opened earlier in 2016, and was highly recommended to us by a friend; we went without really knowing much about the place, save for the fact that is is Korean-Mexican fusion. The restaurant is organized quick-service style: you pick a base dish, pick a protein, choose any additional add-ons, and then the servers bring out your food once everything’s done. Don’t worry about choosing the wrong thing - this is mix-and-match fusion at its finest.

We ate:

Stuffed Burrito-Rean with Bulgogi Beef

Totchos with Spicy Pork

OliToki Wings

Matt’s Thoughts

We chose OliToki as a spur-of-the-moment dinner spot after a fantastically bad customer service experience at The Daily Catch that caused us to walk out after only 3 minutes of being in the business. Cold, hungry, and unhappy about the interaction, we racked our brains for a new place for dinner that was nearby, and settled on OliToki, figuring that we might have a better chance of landing a spot at their tiny 3-table storefront due to the weather and time of night. It was a fantastic choice.

After a long period of flip-flopping on what to get, we finally decided (with the help of an employee). Our food arrived and our jaws dropped. This was going to be a great meal. First off were the Totchos with Spicy Pork - a paper basket filled with tater tots covered with shredded cheese, kimchi, onions, and cilantro, crisscrossed with two beautiful sauces and loaded with the kind of thinly-sliced cooked pork you know you’re going to have a great time eating. Hot, greasy, spicy, with that oh so good fermented kimchi tang. These were just too good to stop eating.

Before we unwrapped our Burrito-Rean, Angela’s quick thinking spurred her to get a knife so we could cut it in half, revealing the beautiful layered fillings of rice, beef, cabbage, cheese, corn, and onion. Taking bites of this was goddamn delightful. With the way that the fillings were added, you could orient the burrito, take a bite, and get only the kimchi bacon fried rice and bulgogi - pure Korean flavor. At the same orientation, you could take a bite and only get the lettuce, cheese, corn, and onion, transporting you back to your favorite college burrito spot. A 90 degree turn will do you in, though. One bite through all the strata and you can just tune the rest of the world out while you chew. This, my friends, is an excellently crafted burrito.

Finally, the wings. I’ll get this out of the way first - I’m not generally a wings fan, but OliToki has changed me. Those wings are every bit as good as they look, and if you need anything more than that picture to tell you how well they hit that crispy-crunchy-chewy-moist-tender-spicy-savory balance, I won’t be able to give it to you in writing.

Angela’s Thoughts

Our OliToki visit was a happy accident, of sorts.  We’d had our intended dinner plans fall apart (for irritating, but ultimately unimportant reasons), and ended up wandering around Allston on a cold Friday night.  After entering OliToki, we spent about 15 minutes in the small storefront warming up, discussing our experience at the other restaurant, and deciding what we wanted to order.  Our server at OliToki was really patient with us during this time, and gave us some suggestions about what to eat. We ultimately decided on the Stuffed Burrito-Rean with beef bulgogi (as suggested by our server), the Totchos with spicy pork, and the wings with the house OliToki sauce.

The Burrito-Rean was huge and wrapped in foil, as a burrito should be.  The bulgogi was seasoned well, and was a great suggestion from our server.  The kimchi rice was pretty tasty, and the sour, fermented flavor of the kimchi was subtle, and came across well without overwhelming the rest of the burrito.  The cabbage and other veggies were a great counterpoint to balance the stronger, Korean flavors from the bulgogi and kimchi rice.  It was a tasty combination; both the Mexican and Korean flavors were prominent, and counterbalanced each other quite well.

The Totchos were amazing in their simplicity -- greasy tater tots blanketed in shredded cheese, kimchi, onions, pork, and their house aioli and spicy mayo sauces.  The different ingredients tossed and layered together meant that there was something different and wonderful in almost every bite.  Potato + kimchi is such a brilliant combination; the tater tots covered crunchy, salty, soft, and bland (compared to everything else), while the kimchi was crispy, spicy, acidic, and vibrant.  I’m not the biggest fan of mayo-based sauces, but these were inoffensive (which is a high compliment from me, I guess).  The spicy pork wasn’t spicy at all, but it was tasty and well-cooked, and I’m glad we added it to the totchos.  As I was eating, I kept thinking about how amazing these totchos would be as drunk eats (OliToki closes on the earlier end for Allston, which is an absolute travesty).

We also had the wings, and they did not disappoint!  The presentation was surprisingly beautiful; the wings were shiny and glazed with sauce, and nicely adorned with sliced scallions and sesame seeds.  The skin got a little soggy after soaking up the sauce, but it wasn’t that bad.  I was expecting a crispier Korean wing-style skin (this is Korean fusion food, after all), but these didn’t seem to be double-fried.  The OliToki sauce was AMAZING, though!  It was sweet and flavorful, with savory notes of chili and soy.  Maybe it could have done with a little more spice to balance out the sweet, but that’s probably just me… I do love spicy food.  Either way, I’d absolutely go back for their wings, and I’m looking forward to trying some of the other sauce flavors they have.

Best thing I ate: totchos. OMG, those totchos.  I would eat them again and again.

All said, OliToki absolutely exceeded my expectations.  Make no mistake, this meal wasn’t trying to be high art -- it was a grease-fest.  A delicious, delicious grease-fest.  All the flavor combinations were excellent, and seemed to be well thought-out (though I was definitely glad to have some unsweetened green tea to cleanse my palate and wash it all down). For the price, it was even better; for $15 per person, Matt and I stuffed ourselves, and there was a good amount of food left (over-ordering strikes again).  I’d gladly return to try new things, and eat what we had again.  My only regret is that they close at 11PM on Fridays and Saturdays.

Overall:

Phenomenal flavors, cheap (~$8 per main item), delicious, and even vegetarian friendly. The OliToki staff were kind, patient, and obviously knew their menu well. OliToki markets itself as “Legit Korean Fusion” and we couldn’t agree more. We can’t wait to eat through the rest of their menu, and we absolutely recommend that you visit soon (and invite us along, pls).

We give OliToki 5 loaded tater tots out of 5!

[fairyhaos]

helu yes im back (⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹) i remember seeing your post about cheol and it changed my brain chemistry if im being honest (⁠˵⁠°⁠~⁠°⁠˵⁠) it was sooo beautiful i think that post was what brought me to your blog ! ! i think by then you'd only written for cheol wonu hao and gyu and your writing is just,,, wahh i love ur style sm i could only dream of writing that beautifully =_= jeonghan being white diamond was so just so him and it was so perfect ! !

and shuaaaa omg pls post it !! you don't rly have to wait for someone to request it and if i knew you were waiting for someone to request it i would've done it sooner omg (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。pls post it !! now im v v intrigued bcs of what you just said about ur colour being similar to silver but in a different way :o anyway here's my cheol piece (?)

🍒 seungcheol exudes an irresistible charm, captivating all who encounter him, much like the allure of a deep, velvety wine red, reminiscent of swirling red wine in a crystal goblet. a glimmer of ancient wisdom shines within his eyes, intertwined with a mischievous spark, creating a magnetic presence that leaves a lasting impression. every gesture he makes carries the warmth and passion of a fine merlot, enveloping others in a comforting and familiar embrace. his playful nature only adds an enchanting layer to his captivating charm, reminiscent of the indulgent, velvety luxury of plush pillows in a rich crimson hue.

when seungcheol graces the stage, his voice weaves a spellbinding enchantment, leaving all in awe with its velvety richness and soul-stirring power. seungcheol's guidance as a leader is akin to the complexities of a treasured vintage, nurturing the creative expressions of his members and leading them towards moments of joy and artistic growth. the luscious tones of seungcheol's wine-red essence paint a vivid picture of resilience and unwavering commitment, a constant reminder of his unwavering dedication.

seungcheol's wine-red essence not only inspires strength and dedication but also emanates boundless playful energy, offering solace, trust, and a delightful sense of euphoria to those fortunate enough to experience his presence, much like the comforting embrace of a warm fireplace on a winter's eve. like the intoxicating allure of fine wine, he leaves those around him pleasantly tipsy, their inhibitions melting away and their spirits uplifted. seungcheol stands as a timeless testament to the enduring allure of wine red, a living embodiment of its captivating richness, vibrant hues, and multifaceted character that lingers on the palate of memory.🍒

oh my god helpppp this is so long im so sorry i wish i could add "read more" to anon asks lmao (TT) anyway i sent cheols first bcs this is my least favourite one </3 im so nervous now shkshej but lemme know what you think ? tbh i'd be v happy if you just read this far but yea >:3

-🎐 anon

shua's and jeonghan's are together very similar to what colours you have for both of them,,, idk how to explain it but you might (??) be able to see it when it's posted haha ^^

also... wow.

i love this so much. this is so so similar to how i see seungcheol too??? the velvet luxury and enduring allure and the everlastingness of his presence? that's so perfect and exactly the same for me too

i think the intoxicating, powerful and uplifting nature of the wine-red is also very cheol too! ive never thought about the wineness of his nature before but now that you've pointed it out... i understand that so well and i love it

it's very interesting! your colour is richness and luxury and luscious (luscious is the BEST word to describe the velvet texture of cheol that i was thinking of also so thank you haha) and gives kingly, royalty, wisdom which is vv similar to me but also a little to the left? it gives comfort and reassurance and solace like a monarch, like an emperor.

which is SO TRUE. for me seungcheol has been more of blood-crusted swords and the screech of metal and rubies embedded in war-earned medals. he's more warrior, more medieval, more bruised faces and skinned knuckles

but he's also history, riches, victory, legacy, and i think that's what you an i have both been able to see. he's so... he's so dark red, really, dark like burgundy and maroon and wine and rubies and he's so incredible.