#thankfully the flirting can be written out of the story pretty easily

[theselfshippingrose]

I love dc vs vampires so much (not really the story but the art style they use for John is amazing) but can they stop making john fucking flirting with Dinah.

[lumelii]

PANDA ~|~ NANAMI x FEM!READER

Summary: Nanami and Yuuji stop into the local bakery. Nanami finds something he wants that’s off the menu.

Content warning: fluff, little bit of pining, child-parent relations, singledad!Nanami

Note: thanks again to Moni for beta-reading 🥰

word count: 1.6k

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“Daddy! Look!”

It was a bakery they had passed multiple times on the way home, living just next door to it. It was small, tucked into one half of the ground floor of the low building it occupied, sharing a wall with a pharmacy. It served reasonably priced pastries and sandwiches, as well as some of the best coffee in Tokyo. Nanami usually took Yuuji there once or twice a month and let him pick what he wanted for breakfast.

The window display was almost always the same, Nanami would have missed the slight change as he tried to juggle the various bags they had accumulated from their early Saturday morning errands if his young son hadn’t pointed it out. He looked over to see the small bag of fruit he had asked Yuuji to carry on the sidewalk, a lone apple rolling away while his son stood on his tiptoes, his nose practically pressed to the glass. 

Instead of the standard fare on the very top shelf, there was a row of buns in the shapes of various animals, with different fillings for each shape written neatly on cards next to each. Nanami had to admire the work, they were incredibly detailed. 

“It’s a panda!” Yuuji looked back at Nanami and pointed at the aforementioned bun in the middle. “Can we get one?”

Nanami caught himself before denying Yuuji outright. He had been especially good today when they were running their errands, not complaining once as his father dragged him through town and entertaining himself in the various shops without getting into trouble. And they could go to the park later so Yuuji could run off his energy. A little sugar wouldn’t kill him.

“Sure. Go pick up your bag, though.” He pointed to the forgotten paper bag.

Yuuji quickly ran to pick up the bag (as well as the apple, adding it back to the bag before Nanami could tell him no), and grabbed his father’s hand to all but pull him into the bakery. It wasn’t as crowded as Nanami would have thought for a Saturday morning, something for which he was grateful. When there was a crowd, Yuuji liked to use people as obstacles and run around and through them as fast as he could. Only the obstacles moved, and he usually ended up on his butt more times than he would have liked.

They were able to go straight to an empty table to drop off their shopping before moving to the counter, and after a few seconds, one of the workers packaging cookies turned around, and Nanami’s breath caught in his throat.

It wasn’t like the bakery didn’t have pretty women working there-there were several, ones who would shamelessly flirt and try to butter up Yuuji as a means to get closer to his father, but Nanami didn’t indulge or even notice them. He was polite, got what he needed, then left. He never played into whatever fantasies the cashier of the month decided to dream up. 

However, this time, it was hard to remind himself of that conviction when easily the prettiest worker he had ever seen there walked up to the register and smiled at him. Was she new? She had to be new, he’d never seen her before. He would have remembered seeing someone like you. 

“Hi, welcome in.” You greeted and leaned against the counter. “What can I get for you?”

“Panda!” Yuuji yelled, his nose peeking over the top of the counter as he looked at you. 

“Yuuji.” Nanami scolded and picked him up so he could actually see you. “Ask politely, son.”

Yuuji smiled at him then turned to smile at you. “Can I please have a panda bun please?”

You smiled and nodded. ��Of course, sir.” You replied, making him giggle. Your smile widened and you finally looked at Nanami. “And for you?”

“I’ll just have a black coffee.” Nanami didn’t think he could focus on eating without choking if you were going to be walking around the bakery.

“Me too!”

“He’ll have a hot chocolate.”

“I want what you’re having.” Yuuji pouted. Nanami sighed and turned back to the counter.

“Make mine a hot chocolate too.”

You took his money and handed him a number for the table. “Give me just a second, I’ll bring everything to your table. Make yourself at home.”

Nanami nodded and lead Yuuji away from the big display case by the register back to their table, helping him out of his heavy winter coat when he was seated safely. He tried his best to listen to his son as he talked about a dog they had seen earlier today during their shopping trip, but he was finding it very hard to focus.

His eyes kept wandering back behind the counter, watching as you made their drinks and talked with the other workers, laughing along with them at a joke someone had said. He’d never felt this kind of attraction toward another person. It was irrational. He didn’t know you. Yet he still felt that draw.

There had been other women before Yuuji had come into his life, even a few dalliances on nights when Gojou would take him out and Toji would stay home to watch the kids, just to satisfy that primal need. There was even a girlfriend at one point. But Yuuji had declared he didn’t like her after several months, and that was enough for Nanami to end the relationship. There was no point in pursuing a woman who couldn’t to get along with his son.

So why was it now, after finding contentment in being alone for so long, that all he wanted to do was go up and ask you, a complete stranger, on a date?

“You boys are lucky.” Nanami looked up and saw you were now standing next to their table, placing their to-go cups in front of them as well as Yuuji’s panda bun. “This was the second to last one.”

“Do you normally sell out quickly on the animals?” He heard himself asking, like the back of his neck wasn’t on fire right now.

“We only just started making them this week, but for the most part, yes.” You straightened from setting the food down and hugged the tray to your chest. “The red bean panda usually sells first. I suppose people are more used to the flavor.”

“What’s your name?” Yuuji asked suddenly, taking a big bite out of the head of his panda.

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled at the young boy. “What’s yours?”

Thankfully, Yuuji took the time to actually swallow his food before speaking, which was uncharacteristic of him. “My name is Yuuji.” His son said proudly. “I’m five.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Yuuji.” Your eyes turned to Nanami expectantly. “And your name?”

“His name is Dad.” Yuuji told her before Nanami could reply. She laughed, and he thought he hadn’t heard anything quite so wonderful today.

“And is that your first or last name?”

“Our last name is Nanami.” Yuuji answered again, cutting off his father as he opened his mouth to speak. “We live in the building next door.”

“Really? So I do. I just moved in. We’re neighbors.”

“Can I come visit you?” Yuuji asked excitedly.

“Yuuji, let’s not take up any more of the lady’s time.” Nanami interjected, noticing another customer had walked in, but also slightly embarrassed at his son’s oversharing.

“You’re fine, don’t worry. We already had our big morning rush.” You leaned in closer so the young boy wouldn’t hear what you were saying. “I put a shot of espresso in your cup. It should help if you need the caffeine.”

Nanami merely stared back when you pulled back and smiled again. He didn’t know how to respond to this kindness from a total stranger. You didn’t even know him, yet you spoke and cared as if you had been acquainted for a lifetime.

“Y/N!” A voice from the kitchen yelled before Nanami could open his mouth to thank you properly. “We’re almost out of spritz cookies!”

“Coming!” You yelled back and bowed slightly to Nanami. “It was nice to meet you, Dad-san.”

You were gone before he could reply. “It’s Kento.” He murmured to himself. However, Yuuji heard him and fixed him with a frown.

“Your name is Dad.” Yuuji said resolutely.

“I had a name before you came along.”

“And now it’s Dad.”

They sat quietly finishing their drinks, Yuuji swinging his legs happily as he finished his bun and watched the people coming and going in the bakery with wide, curious eyes. Nanami tried hard not to stare at you behind the counter as you worked, but his eyes kept drifting your direction of their own volition. He’d never felt this kind of pull before. He had to be imagining it. He was being irrational.

His line of vision as he watched the door to the kitchen, waiting for you to come out again after disappearing several minutes ago, was blocked when another server came up and set a brown bag with the bakery’s logo on the table. Nanami immediately picked it up and tried to hand it back.

“We didn’t order this.” He told the teenage boy.

“They’re on the house,” was all the boy said before going back behind the counter.

Nanami looked behind the counter and saw you had appeared again, now watching them. When he caught your eye, you smiled widely and gave him a small thumbs up. Looking inside the bag, there was a pair of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, along with the last panda bun. When he turned the bag to put it in with one of the larger shopping bags from their trip, the black ink of a marker caught his eye. Pulling the bag back out, he noticed the same neat handwriting from the display case.

‘Thanks for coming in, neighbor ^_^’

He was truly fucked.

tags: @oikawaandkuroostan (let me know if you want to get added to my tag list-either for this story or any of my writing!)

[mcwriting]

Lost in Rome

hello, friends! Ever since "La Vita Dolce," I've wanted to write something else involving Italy and at least one Italian phrase, and so this lil story was born! Hope you all enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1488

Warnings: mentions of drinking, vv slight language

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You had been walking around Rome for what felt like an eternity.

(It had only been like 30 minutes)

You knew the bar was right near Piazza Navona, but you'd only been to that part of the city one other time, having been staying south on the other side of the river in Trastevere.

You felt embarrassed knowing you were dragging your friends around the city without much of a guide, but you were too stubborn to admit that you were actually lost.

"Maybe we should've gone to Bar San Calisto again. It was cheap and close but noooo. I just had to look up a 'best bars in Rome' list" you thought as you continued to trudge on.

Not only were you lost, but you also didn't have the ability to look up where you were going, since you'd decided to go cheap and not buy an international plan or a vpn, choosing to only using wifi so you'd "stay in the moment."

That moment seemed stupid now that every marble wall and cobblestone street started to meld together in your brain as it continued to darken.

A trip to Rome was something you'd been wanting to do for years, so when your university offered up the chance to go study abroad for 4 weeks, you immediately began scrounging up the funds to go, even scoring a scholarship based on the fact that you'd taken Italian classes in school.

You'd only been there a week but thankfully had bonded with your roommate before even going, having struck up a conversation at the informational meeting the semester before. Since then, you had also bonded with those in the room next door, them sticking to you as their translator.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, stopping.

"Okay, look, guys. I'm really sorry but I literally have no idea where we are," you admitted, feeling guilty. Everyone else smiled.

"That's okay! This place is beautiful! I'm sure we'll find it eventually," your roommate, Olivia, said.

"Yeah. Didn't you say it was at Piazza Navona?" Aaron, one of your neighbors, asked. You nodded. "Well as long as we can find that, then we're basically there!"

After some wandering, your group found itself in the square in front of the Pantheon, which was a step in the right direction, but you were determined to actually find the right place.

There was a hotel right there, so you quickly stepped in to ask the desk worker to point you towards the Piazza, who explained that it was only a couple streets East of where you were.

Relieved, you and your friends quickly walked that way, breathing out a collective sigh when you walked into the giant open square, looking around at the familiar structures from the second day of class when you'd toured the area.

"Sooo... where's this bar?" Aaron's roommate Joseph asked.

You all circled the square from the inside and out a couple times, not seeing any signs with the name "Bar del Fico Roma" anywhere.

Dread started to wash over you as you realized the website must not have meant the bar was actually on the square, but was somewhere nearby. You felt stupid for not screenshotting the website page or, you know, actually looking it up first.

"Fine, that's it! I'm marching up to the next person I see and asking where this darn place is. We've made it this far!" you said, exasperated.

The first thing that caught your eye was a group of people who looked close to your age, talking in a small group. They were pretty well dressed, typical of a young Italian, so you immediately started over towards them, expecting them to be the most helpful in giving directions.

"Wait, y/n!" Olivia protested, but you ignored her, walking between a shorter boy and taller girl.

You couldn't help but sigh out the words as you started speaking, placing a light hand on the boy's arm.

“Scusa, potresti dirme dov’è la-" "Excuse me, could you tell me where the-"

"Sorry! I don't speak Italian!" the boy answered in a British accent, turning to face you with hands in surrender.

You both seemed taken aback when your eyes met.

Tom Holland?

"Um, oh what was the word for sorry in Italian again?" the actor in front of you asked, looking to one of his many Spider-man costars around you. Before one could answer, you blurted out one for him.

"It's 'mi dispiace' or 'perdonami,' depending on how you want to say it," you started, realizing how stupid you probably sounded to be teaching a world famous actor Italian words after accidentally infiltrating his conversation.

However, Tom was more shocked by your American accent. Your eyes still widened as you realized what was actually going on.

"Oh my gosh, what am I saying, um. I- I'm so sorry. We're just trying to find this bar and got lost and-"

"Which bar?" he asked in return. You furrowed your brows and looked at him funny, wondering why he would care. He seemed to take notice. "It's just that, we're also headed to a bar and can't seem to find it, either."

You chuckled at the situation, baffled.

"Well, um, it's called 'Bar del Fico Roma.'"

Tom's eyes widened.

"Hey, that's where we're headed!" Jacob Batalon cut in, making you look at him and the rest of the actors in surprise. You could see your own friends shock from your peripheral.

"No way! Really?" Joseph said for you. The group nodded.

"I just got it pulled up on maps," Zendaya said, holding up her phone. Realization suddenly hit that she of all people was the one who you had been standing next to this whole time.

You and your friends all gasped incredulously, amazed at your luck after spending all that time lost.

"If you want, we can show you the way," Tom offered.

"What? No, no we couldn't impose like that," you began, knowing your friends were probably internally screaming at you.

"Oh come on," Tom responded. "We're all going to the same place anyways, not like we won't see you there. It's barely a five minute's walk."

"Seriously, y/n. Do you really want to go around asking more locals for help when we've got it right here?" Olivia asked, raising a good point.

"Alright, fine," you started, rolling your eyes. You turned back to Tom. "You know what they say, 'when in Rome.' Seriously, thank you. All of you. You're definitely saving our asses."

He chuckled as Zendaya began leading the way. Though the sun had set, lights throughout the roads and emanating from various shops lit the way.

Without meaning to, you fell into step with Tom, easily matching his gait as you crossed through the bustling piazza.

"So what brings you to Italy?" He asked. "You don't quite sound like a local."

"We're studying abroad through our university. Unfortunately for me, these goons keep following me 'cause I speak the language," you joked, causing Olivia to slap the back of her hand to your shoulder.

"Ah, I see. I was definitely confused when you went from Italian to American in an instant. Y/n, was it?"

"Yes! Yeah, that's me. And you're obviously Tom Holland."

"You better remember that later, he tends to forget his own name after a few drinks," Zendaya called back to you, causing the group to laugh.

"Hey! That was one time!" Tom defended himself. "Not my fault I was going through a breakup!"

He turned back to you.

"Don't listen to them. I'm quite fun to drink with. You should see for yourself."

"Is that some sort of offer..?" you questioned playfully, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"If everyone's alright with it, I figured you all would join us at the lounge. I'm more than happy to pay for a round or two," he winked.

The group was approaching the bar, and any anxiety you'd had about finding it finally quelled when you could see people outside laughing and drinking as they enjoyed the summer night.

"Hmm... I don't know..." you sing-songed, looking up at the sky.

"Dude are you crazy?" Aaron exclaimed, causing the others to argue in agreement with him.

"Okay, okay. Of course we would be happy to join you for a drink. Thank you."

Both groups cheered in approval.

"The only thing I ask in return is a little lesson in Italian and, if all goes well, a pretty lady's number at the end of the night," he said smoothly, giving you a look.

The others looked between you with wide eyes, surprised at his open flirting. You couldn't help but smile and blush before replying.

"I think that's something I can manage. Now come on, your first lesson will be in ordering drinks," you said, grabbing his hand to lead him in what was about to be the best night of his life.

And yours.

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A/N: Okay fun fact I thought up this concept immediately after publishing La Vita Dolce and just... never wrote it? The entire work was actually written around the one Italian phrase I used haha.

Anyways... Hope you all enjoyed as per usual and feel free to hmu anytime about anything :)

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[capcarolsdanver]

Why Her? (Part 1)

Summary: This fic is based off a request from an anon after some speculations that have been made on my blog.

Brie enlists the help of the reader to get a date with a girl that reader knows from class, only for unexpected feelings to be caught. Drama/angst/fluff to come! Pairing: Brie x Reader A/N: Oops accidentally took another way too long break from posting. I was still writing during this time, trying to structure some kind of schedule, but every time I reread my writing I always end up wanting to rewrite most of what I have, which is exactly what happened with this one. This is part 1 of 4, more of an intro than anything. Part 2 coming very soon!

As always, feedback is always appreciated so please let me know what you think, or even any suggestions you have for future parts! It is all written but I’m open to making some adjustments if people have any good ideas to bring to the story!

Please do not repost my writing anywhere without my permission.

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

You take another generous sip from the coffee cup in your hands, practically cradling it as if it’s your most prized possession. Although, that’s what you would be inclined to referred to it as in this moment. You relied on coffee during most of your days at the best of times, but even more so while you’re nursing a hangover like the one you currently have.

You groan quietly to yourself when you realise you’ve reached the last drop of your precious caffeinated drink, placing the cup on the table in front of you and dropping your head into your arms in probably the most dramatic fashion you can muster.

You vaguely acknowledge the sound of footsteps getting louder as they approach you but you quickly dismiss them as yet another student walking passed your table in the campus library and choose to ignore in favour continuing to feel sorry for yourself. You take note to never sit at one of the tables closest to the entrance again. Foot traffic has quickly become your least favourite thing.

It suddenly occurs to you that you can no longer hear the footsteps. How long had you been zoned out for? Surely whoever the footsteps belong to couldn’t have already passed you without any other sound.

“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?”

The voice beside you isn’t over the top loud or anything, but it still doesn’t stop you from jumping in your seat, your head springing up. You instantly wince, warily bringing your fingers to your temples in a useless attempt to ease your pounding headache.

The girl standing by your table, Sarah, scrunches her features in apology.

“Sorry,” she sheepishly apologises. “I did see you at the party last night. Didn’t think you were much of a drinker, though.”

“I’m usually not, especially when I have class the next morning,” you grumble. “Last night was a mistake that will never happen again.”

Sarah laughs quietly, clearly trying to be mindful of your current state. “I figured I’d find you here this morning. I just have one question about class and then I promise I’ll leave you in peace and quiet again.”

“Shoot,” you say in as pleasant a tone as you can manage, deciding to spare her from your complaints about how not at all quiet the library of all places has proven to be so far that morning.

Sarah smiles a grateful smile and sits opposite you before asking a question about some paper you had received in your shared class the previous day. You can barely comprehend what she’s asking you but you answer as best as you can, which seems to be enough because Sarah is again smiling brightly and standing from her seat.

“Thanks, Y/N. I owe you one.”

“How about telling me how the hell you avoid getting a hangover. I saw you last night too. I swear you drank more than everybody else combined.”

Sarah chuckles and turns to leave. “Call it talent,” she says, waving over her shoulder as she retreats.

You wave back and watch her leave.

You wouldn’t necessarily call the two of you “friends”, but you and Sarah share an English class together and you seem to find yourself at the same get togethers and parties frequently, and had always gotten along well enough. You were sure if you actually took the time to hang out together you would probably be easy friends.

You take a heavy breath and release it when you realise you’re alone again, and just barely start feeling sorry for yourself again before a figure is slumping into the chair next to you with absolutely no consideration to your clearly less than ideal state.

You jump even more than when Sarah had startled you and your hand flies to your heart.

“Oh my god!” you exclaim. Your body was so not prepared for these kinds of interactions today.

“Sorry,” the girl says, kindly enough but with much less sincerity than Sarah. You don’t recognise her and you look at her with wide eyes, trying to figure out who she is.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, actually,” she says, apparently missing the bite in your tone, or just choosing to ignore it. “That girl you were just talking to. You’re friends with her, right?”

You instinctively look in the direction of the main entrance, where Sarah had disappeared through just moments go.

“Uh, kinda?” You reply, unsure. “I guess. I mean, we have a class together but-“ you interrupt yourself, remembering that you have no idea who this stranger is or what she wants. “I’m sorry, what exactly do you want from me?”

“I was wondering if you could help me get a date with her.” She says it so matter-of-factly that she doesn’t seem to recognise how entirely strange her words are. All you can do is blink at her in response.

“Excuse me?”

You have never actually considered that Sarah could be interested in women. Sure, she was an attractive girl and she was always nothing but friendly to you, but for whatever reason you just weren’t interested in her in that way. And  now that you think about it, you’ve never actually seen her with anyone else, not even at any of the parties you’d attended.

The girl in front of you, however, obviously had considered it, and had somehow come to the conclusion that Sarah was interested in dating women.

“Do you even know her?” You ask.

“Not at all. Why do you think I’m asking for your help?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” You have to admit that you’re still confused by her request. She seemed confident enough coming here to talk to you. So why would she need any help talking to Sarah?

“Oh, I’m like, notoriously bad at talking to women I’m interested in,” she easily explains. “I can’t flirt for the life of me and I’m way too awkward to try to convince a girl that she definitely wants to leave a party with me.”

You’re left without a response once more, blinking at the girl as she offers you a half smile and watches you. After a long moment, she seems to remember something, sitting up straighter to regard you again.

“Oh! I’m Brie by the way!” She holds out her hand towards you and you drop your eyes to stare at it for a moment, your hungover brain working at half speed before you realise she’s offering to shake your hand.

Your hand grips hers weakly and she shakes it with her own. Her handshake is firm yet gentle, though you don’t really know what to look for in a good handshake. Brie seems to hold back a laugh at the awkwardness of the situation.

“And you are…?” She regards you with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh! I’m Y/N.” You shake your head as if you were clearing the fog inside of it. “Sorry. It’s been a bit of a rough morning.” You force a chuckle. She squints her eyes at you for a moment before a look of recognition flashes across her face.

“Ah, I thought I recognised you. You were at that party last night, right?”

You look at her in surprise. Usually, no one ever seems to recognise or remember you from any of the parties you attend. You’d always been a loner to some level. Not totally socially inept but enough so that you generally flew under the radar quite easily.

You nod. “I’m sorry but I don’t remember seeing you there.”

“Yeah, by the time I showed up you seemed pretty plastered,” she chuckles and your cheeks immediately flush. You hadn’t meant to drink so much the previous night, but what started out as a couple of drinks had very quickly multiplied the more you had allowed yourself to wallow in your own self pity. You uncharacteristically had let the fact that you were at yet another party alone get to you.

Brie seems to notice your discomfort because she thankfully has the decency to move the conversation on fairly quickly.

“So, you think you can help me?”

You’d completely forgotten the reason why she had even started talking to you in the first place, but your brain eventually catches up and your eyebrows lift when you remember her request.

“Oh. Um…”

“Okay, listen,” Brie interrupts, watching you with amusement in her eyes. “I’ve gotta go. But if you decide you might want to help me, here’s my number.”

She grabs the notebook that you forgot you even had open in front of you and slides it across the table towards herself. She quickly scribbles her phone number in the corner of the open page and slides the notebook back towards you.

Brie stands up, considering you for a moment before she reaches into her bag that’s slung over her shoulder. You’re still several steps behind, looking down at the set of numbers she had written in your notebook, when she drops two aspirins in front of you. You startle, looking up at her and finding her smirking down at you.

“Take these, they’ll make you feel better. And maybe they'll convince you to help me, too,” she says, barely giving you a second to respond before she, too, is leaving you alone at the table.

You sit in stunned silence for a few moments until your eyes drift towards the large clock on the wall opposite you and you catch sight of the time. If you don’t leave now, you’ll definitely be late for your first class of the day. You half consider your options, wondering how much you’d really miss if you just skipped one class in favour of going back to your dorm to nap.

Eventually you let out a deep sigh and stand up, knowing you’ll just end up beating yourself up later if you let yourself miss a class because of your poor choices from the previous night. You quickly throw your belonging into your book bag, only pausing to look at the two aspirins Brie had left for you. You pick them up and quickly swallow them down with a gulp of water from your water bottle before you’re rushing out of the library doors and towards your class.

[solitaire-dreams]

Cycles and Scales: An analysis of Hananene’s Progression Pt 1

Because tumblr seemed to hate over 10 pictures in one text post. Wth?!

Cycles and Scales Part 2 <--

Hello, fellow shippers! I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for the support on my other meta discussing the true chance of a Hananene kiss.

The attention on that post has encouraged me to complete this analysis (since I mentioned I planned to write a larger post, and I don’t want to fall flat on a written statement dozens have seen. Anxiety~)

Regardless, I still really enjoyed writing my analysis to give my two cents on the progression of Hanako and Nene’s relationship, and feel free to add your interpretations after reading.

This post will cover the first two topics (which will be explained below), since...

The rest of the text will be under the cut since it includes SPOILERS for...let’s say the latest manga chapter to be safe.

Thus, let us pull back the curtain and begin.

For the sake of organization, I will describe how this post is going to be divided. There are four main topics to be discussed. First, is the general cycle I have witnessed in terms of Hananene moments. Second, will be a...progression bar?? Timeline?? Basically topic 2 will discuss how Hanako’s feelings towards Nene have progressed in phases from “only friends” to “sh*t I’m in love”. Topic 3 is the inverse discussing the progression of Yashiro’s feelings. Finally, I plan to conclude with some brief thoughts on the next steps in their relationship.

Unfortunately, as mentioned before, the secret guidelines of tumblr text posts deemed the original analysis too long. Thus, this post only discusses topics 1 & 2.

So, without further ado, let’s begin.

1: The Hananene Whirlpool (TM of Solitaire)

Alright, so full discretion, I’m probably not the first person to notice this pattern, but I am the first person I know to properly summarize it.

So what is the Hananene Whirlpool?

And what’s a whirlpool doing here??

I chose this term over cycle because cycles can remain in roughly the same place when going back to a point. However, Hananene’s relationship doesn’t work like that. Each cycle pulls them deeper and deeper into their feelings, much like a whirlpool that sucks any objects trapped in it closer to the centre.

Here’s an artist rendition of the phenomena:

And now the artist’s statement:

As the visual attempts to depict, there are six stages in this whirlpool of ever increasing feelings.

1) Yashiro acquires a (pretty valid tbh) concern about the events or revelations of a trip into a boundary.

2) This is the one step that varies, but it accomplishes the same end purpose. Either Yashiro will approach Hanako about her new concern or Hanako will check in on Yashiro since she’s been avoiding him (’cause of the aforementioned concern). Both methods get Hanako and Yashiro in the same place to chat.

3) Once together, Yashiro brings up that new concern that has been weighing on or bothering her...She’s emotionally troubled, okay. This is important! Because...

4) Hanako makes himself more vulnerable in order to boost Yashiro’s mood.

5) This causes a romantic atmosphere since Hanako has temporarily taken off the mask he hides behind, allowing deeper feelings to bleed through and Yashiro to witness this.

6) So, Hanako has to murder the mood in cold blood. Love letter letdowns, Christmas tree hair in summer, and being shoved off a fricking cloud. Anything to try and restore the distance between them.

It somewhat works...But it’s an undeniable fact that the two are getting closer. And I can prove it with the next topics!

2: Hanako’s Feelings ~ A Timeline

For these timelines, there are three major stages that classify their feelings towards the other.

“Only Friends”

“Highschool Crush”

“Oh scales I’m in love”

While one might expect Hanako’s feelings to be the most difficult to determine and thus more interesting, it is quite the opposite.

If you notice, we rarely ever get any sort of internal monologue from our ghost boy. I can’t think of one canon scenario where this happened (I could be mistaken). Therefore, the feelings Hanako holds towards Yashiro are represented by actions over words. And the body cannot lie as easily as the mind, making his true feelings easier to figure out.

Disclaimer: I will not be counting the past Amanes in this timeline. There has been no canon evidence that he consciously remembers Yashiro’s time travel shenanigans, and so the impact of those events on his feelings remain unclear.

With that out of the way, let me bring up a surprising take:

Hanako only started having a crush on Yashiro towards the end of chapter 1.

It’s tempting to believe that Hanako already liked Yashiro before or not long after their first meeting due to this line:

However, I would like to bring up two points. First, this line doesn’t gain a super romantic context until he connects it to himself in particular. 

Secondly, I don’t know about you, but I had friends who would say things like “Anybody would do for you, huh?” to tease them or give them a reality check. It’s not an inherently shippy phrase until Hanako makes it such.

Though, this implies that his feelings have changed throughout the chapter. When exactly? I’d argue it’s...right...here...

A running trend that occurs before Hanako allows himself to get closer to Yashiro tends to be her being upset...often because of our No 7.

Guilt.

It’s a core part of Hanako’s character. Whatever happened that led to Tsukasa’s death clearly weighs on him, despite evidence of being abused and mistreated--a situation that could cause many to snap.

He is terrified and regretful for how he has and can hurt others, and this is a key reason why he wears his more lighthearted mask. So, when he sees a girl that he clearly respects by this point and knows has less than a year to live be genuinely heartbroken about what he did...it was bound to trigger his overwhelming guilt. Then, the response of attempting amends for his actions leads him to try and stop and/or check in on her. Only to see she didn’t give her Senpai the scale. Since she learned the error of her ways. Another amendable attribute that attracts enough attention for assistant assignment.

Plus, a highschool crush.

It’s honestly more simple to tell that he’s started to crush on her after this point from his increasingly flirty behaviour.

Pinning her against a wall, “You have me,”, that “magic spell”...

An important thing to note is that his actions are...overly flirty...in a way that makes you question their sincerity. Capitalizing on his previously established trait of being a jokester, he’s able to play off these actions as teasing. Nothing serious. Probably because he already understands a longterm relationship between the two would be nearly unobtainable. At least, he’s able squeeze out the most romantic moments he can without worrying about a real relationship.

Yashiro has made it extremely clear she’s not his type,

So he’ll just reject him right?

This is where we cross over into L-O-V-E territory dear readers.

You can probably guess what scene I’ll cite as the change, but the seeds of the shift are planted all the way back in chapter 5.

The Misaki Stairs is the first point of the story in which Yashiro is truly in danger, subject to the extreme power and control Mysteries hold over their domain. At that moment, Hanako was powerless and there was a decent chance he couldn’t reach Yashiro in time. He did--thankfully--but the whole experience noticeably rattled him. To the point where he does this: 

Decidedly more suggestive than his previous actions and containing a protection spell both contribute to the idea that Yashiro’s close calls at the Misaki Stairs were what spurred him to do this.

Blah, blah, blah. I think we all remember what happens after this, Hanako digging his own grave after going a step too far.

He doesn’t realize this mistake right after the kiss though, with his comment about the confession tree keeping up his trend of flirty behaviour.

It is only at the following moment in Chapter 8 does the realization strike him and the true transformation begins. 

Yashiro is upset because of him (dejavu) Because she was expecting, was wanting, an actual confession.

Hanako is noticeably caught off guard for most of this scene, gaping in shock and stammering out a seemingly half-baked excuse for the kiss on the cheek.

Yashiro wanted a confession. Yashiro might return any romantic feelings he has (something previously thought impossible). Yashiro is crying. And it’s all his fault.

So, what does he do?

For the first time in the series, Hanako takes off his mask, allowing himself to be vulnerable and fully honest with her. He opens himself up, and the chance Yashiro could like him back props that the door slightly open. Though his ever increasing feelings for her become enough to push the door even wider open.

We can confirm his behaviour changed after this event since this pretty much marks the decline of the constant flirting from Hanako’s side. It still holds on for a bit into the 4 PM Bookstacks, but it’s rough once per chapter frequency beforehand has certainly diminished. Plus, after this point marks the casual contact that’s trademark to the ship.

Adding that the Hananene Whirlpool does not start until after the 4 PM Bookstacks--the first boundary visited after the Confession Tree chapter--and it requires Hanako to open up and not maintain a joking front, I think we have our winner.

This concludes the end of the first half of this post. Please wait patiently for pt 2 (it’sprobablyoutatthispointbutstill)

[the-angst-chronicles-fanworks]

DRACO’S WISH [PT 4/14]

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WORD COUNT: 2817

PAIRING: Drarry

TAGS:

hidden identity

Down and Out Draco Malfoy

Pretty Draco Malfoy

Talented Draco Malfoy

Auror Harry Potter

Smitten Harry Potter

Harry Potter Being an Asshole (just for a while)

Angst

Fluff

Angst with a Happy Ending

Falling In Love

Torture

Skipping Meals/Hunger

Cold Weather

Libraries

Hot Chocolate

SUMMARY: Draco does a good deed and is granted a wish - 12 days of anonymity in a world that hates him CHAPTER SUMMARY:    Potter shows up and insists on buying Draco a drink

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STORY:

December 11th , 2007

Draco wakes to an absolutely frigid morning and cold sun in his eyes, but for once it doesn’t dampen his mood. He’s positively chipper as he hurries through his morning shower and pulls on his stiff, cold clothes. He manages to get his stove working and, though he’s skipping breakfast today, he boils plain water in lieu of tea. He just barely waits until it’s cool enough before sipping it from a chipped mug, enjoying the warmth it brings.

He briefly flirts with the idea of trying a warming charm for the apartment, but it’s not a serious consideration. Why potentially waste an extinguisher when he now has a perfectly warm library available to him instead?

There’s no reason to dawdle around his apartment so he doesn’t – he slips into the empty hallway and then down the stairs and out to the street. It’s a cold but quick trek up Knockturn and then onto Diagon where the harsh weather prevents him from spending too much time admiring the splendor.

The street is less busy today, likely as a result of both the temperature and the early hour, but it’s still lively. Draco thankfully has no run-ins with Potter today on his way to the library.

The warm, familiar smell of books and ink greets him as he pushes into the building. The librarian, sitting behind the counter today, looks up and nods to him in greeting.

“Good morning,” Draco returns with a polite smile. He makes a beeline, this time, straight to the back where he’d found the volumes on wandless magic yesterday. He’d just reached the section of the book dedicated to harmonizing energy, magic, and intent, when he’d had to leave yesterday, and he’s eager to return to it.

He spends several hours there, reading theory and running through the practice exercises in the book. They’re not spells, not really, just exercises to learn to handle his magic better, and they’ve nothing to do with heat besides, so he’s not particularly worried about starting fires. They are, after all, designed for beginners, and therefore start small. A pleasant result of this, he finds, is that he’s not exhausted or hungry after practicing. Well… okay, he is hungry because he’s always hungry, but he’s not more so than usual.

People come and go from the library, but nobody pays him any mind and nor does he pay them any. Despite the steady traffic, the library is quiet, and Draco is well able to ignore them all and descend into his study.

So his day goes, until just after the library clock strikes 2 o’clock. That’s when Potter and Granger show up. Draco doesn’t see them, but he hears their voices, easily recognizable from being so often on the wireless – Granger is chattering about wizarding law and magical creates, and Potter is humouring her with one-word answers. Draco’s head shoots up, pure panic searing through his veins.

He glances wildly around but doesn’t catch sight of them – they’re somewhere else in the library – and he’s already half out of his seat and considering how best to make a break for it before his mind catches up with him. He pauses, taking a calming breath. Right, he’s being a fool again. They won’t recognize him. To them, he’s just a stranger in a library.

Draco forces himself to calm down, tentatively perching back on the edge of his armchair. He flicks open his book again, his muscles still tense as he looks unseeingly at the pages. But minutes go by and nothing happens, and Draco feels himself relaxing again.

His fingers loosen their grip on the book, and he allows himself to sink further into the armchair and actually start reading again. It’s interesting stuff, the theory behind wandless magic and the changes that must be adjusted for when not using a conduit. He lips move along silently as he reads a passage about the delicacy of shaping and directing magic by will alone.

There’s an exercise here too, walking him through the steps to produce harmless sparkles and then working through controlling the amount, shape, and intensity of them. It’s not a direct, straightforward endeavor, of course, where one simply follows a series of instructions and achieves a result. This is more nuanced, the instructions more abstract, requiring interpretation and creativity to apply them.

But Draco has had a lot of practice working with his magic, and many of these concepts come easily to him now. He feels he’s progressing though the book faster than he would ordinarily, had he not spent so much time reaching into himself and trying to guide his own magic.

The text expects that it will take several days of practice to even pull one’s magic up far enough to get sparkles, but it’s infinitely easier than heating charms and Draco has them dancing around before him in a matter of minutes. Changing their properties is more of a challenge, one that Draco dives into with enthusiasm. He spends the better part of an hour learning how to make sparkles bend to his whim.

He’s having fun making little sparkle fireworks when he looks up and sees Harry Potter standing there and staring at him. He lets out a surprised squawk, the sparkles fizzling out unceremoniously.

Potter flushes and scratches at the back of his head. “Sorry about that,” he says. “You’re the bloke from yesterday right? The one I ran into?”

Draco’s mouth opens and closes uselessly, not sure what to say. Potter remembers him, from bumping into him in the street. Potter is talking to him. Normally. What the fuck?

The silence hangs, awkward, for a beat before Potter fills it. “I really am sorry you know,” he says, and it’s no less awkward now that he’s speaking. Draco casts about for something to say.

“I…it’s fine,” he settles on faintly. He’d said as much yesterday hadn’t he? He distinctly remembers babbling nonsense of that sort at Potter.

Potter shakes his head, scuffing his strange muggle shoes against the warm carpet as he peers at Draco again. “You ran off so quickly yesterday,” he says, surprisingly unsure. “I didn’t get a chance to offer, but I’d like to buy you a drink. To make it up to you.”

Draco frowns, opening his mouth to tell Potter, again, that it’s fine, but Potter heads him off. “I know you said it’s okay,” he says quickly, “but it would make me feel better.” When Draco still doesn’t answer, he tilts his head, gives him a beseeching look that makes him look a little like a baby Crup, and says “Please?”

“Umm…” Draco replies intelligently, clutching his book hard and holding ut in front of him like a barrier. He shouldn’t accept, he really shouldn’t. He’s already decided it best that he stay far away from Potter, no matter how cutely he’s behaving at the moment. If Potter remembers who he is, it will ruin everything.

But Potter is offering him a free drink that isn’t water, and maybe Draco can get him to throw in a bit of food that won’t deplete his meagre stash…

Draco’s stomach turns restlessly, reminding him of how perpetually hungry he is. He knows that he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist.

“Throw in a bagel and I’ll consider it,” he decides, and Potter’s eyes light up.

“Brilliant!” He says eagerly, bouncing slightly on his heels like an overexcited kid. He gestures at Draco’s book. “Let’s get that checked out and we can go,” he says.

He wants to go right now? Draco looks at him in shock, but he seems perfectly serious, still looking over at Draco’s book.

“Oh, erm, never mind that. I’ll just…” Draco trails off awkwardly, nodding toward the shelves. Potter waits as he gets up and re-shelves the book.

Potter takes his arm as soon as he’s finished putting the book away, half-leading and half-dragging him toward the front of the library. They take a small detour to the section on wizarding law, where Granger is browsing the shelves with single-minded determination, so that Potter can call his goodbyes. He barely waits for her reply before he’s leading Draco away again.

They walk down Diagon Alley for a way, passing half-a-dozen little cafes that Potter shows no interest in, and then turn off onto another little street. It’s also a commercial street, but it’s smaller than Diagon, quainter and quieter. It’s still resplendent with Christmas lights, but it has a different air; the quieter atmosphere lends a sense of magic to the air that catches Draco’s breath and causes him to gaze about in awe. It’s such a mundane thing to be excited about, something his younger self would not have even noticed, but now that his life consists of the drab, bland, dankness of Knockturn Alley, he doesn’t take such beauty for granted.

Potter draws them to a stop then, and he turns to see him watching Draco with a smile. Draco quirks an eyebrow, but Potter merely shakes his head, before turning and gesturing to a tiny shop.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but they have the best drinks here. I swear it.” Potter says. He pulls open the door and holds it for Draco, who feels oddly flustered at the gesture. He ducks his head and murmurs his thanks before he steps inside, moving out of Potter’s way and looking around.

It’s tiny and cramped, with mismatched furniture, scrubbed wooden floors, and pale-yellow walls. It’s not fashionable at all, but it’s bright and warm and Draco likes it. A young witch is behind the counter, chatting with a wizened old man, and other than that the store is empty.

Potter steps up beside him and turns a warm smile on him. “What would you like to drink?” He asks, gesturing to the menu written in chalk behind the front counter. Draco looks over to it, but there are so many options – the board is covered completely with cutesy writing declaring the names of various drinks – that he can’t decide. Tea is a treat for Draco these days.

Potter is still looking at him expectantly, and he burns in embarrassment at failing such a simple task as deciding his drink. “Surprise me,” he hedges. Potter nods, starting to turn away, and Draco adds hastily, “but make it sweet!” He feels his cheeks flush again as Potter chuckles.

“Alright, something sweet,” he says, his green eyes impossibly soft. Draco has never seen those eyes look at him with anything but hatred, and having it now sends electric sparks through his body. Draco shudders, forcing the thought away.

Belatedly, he realises Potter’s saying something to him. “Sorry?” He asks. His face is going to be permanently red at this point.

Potter raises his eyebrows, but he’s smiling. “I said, why don’t you get us seats and I’ll get the drinks.”

Draco raises an eyebrow of his own and looks pointedly around the empty café. “That may be a hardship, what with this crowd, but I’ll try my very best,” he cheeks. Potter outright laughs at that.

“Alright, Mr. Sass, just go sit down,” he says. Draco smirks but turns to comply, while Potter approaches the counter. He hears, from behind him, the girl at the counter saying “Harry! Back so soon?”, and Potter answering with something too quiet for Draco to hear.

He chooses the little round table nearest to the front window and sits, looking out at the twinkling street. Once upon a time, he would have looked down on a place like this. Now, he barely feels that he belongs, with his holey gloves and tattered, baggy clothes. He privately thanks Potter’s apparently overly active sense of remorse that’s led to him being here.

Potter soon comes back, levitating a mug of something steaming, that’s topped generously with whipped cream, and a freshly toasted bagel in front of him. It’s soon followed by a platter of pastries that slides into place between them. Draco blinks at these and then looks questioningly up at him. “What are these then?” he asks. Potter flushes.

“They’re – ah – something sweet,” he explains haltingly, scratching at the back of his head. Merlin, no wonder his hair was a mess. Still, it’s an exceedingly decent thing of Potter to do, and certainly not anything he’s used to.

“Thank you,” he replies, quiet but honest. Potter beams at him, and Draco smiles back as he sips at his drink, which he is delighted to find is hot chocolate.

“So…” says Potter, sliding into the seat across from him, “I never did get your name.”

Draco freezes – can he give Potter his own name? Will that break this anonymity he’s been granted? He’s not sure, and he doesn’t want to chance it.

“Emory,” he says, thinking of the dashing love interest in the romance novel sitting on his bed. “Emory Hughes.”

“Emory Hughes,” Potter repeats, smiling. “I’m Harry Potter.”

“I know,” says Draco without thinking, then clamps his mouth shut, eyes widening. Luckily, Potter doesn’t seem suspicious.

“I had wondered,” he says instead, laughing, and Draco is struck again by how handsome Potter is. He swallows nervously and, to distract himself, takes a pastry and pops it into his mouth. It’s good – incredible really – flaky, buttery, and filled with sweet cream. Draco can’t help his moan, closing his eyes in pleasure. Merlin, and he’d just wanted a bagel!

Potter has stopped laughing somewhat abruptly, and Draco opens his eyes to see him picking up his mug and taking a huge gulp. He then immediately flails, sputtering “Hot! Hot!” and dripping hot chocolate from his mouth and probably from his nose also.

The sight of Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, dribbling hot chocolate is too much, and Draco can’t hold in his delighted laughter. Potter manages to get a hold of himself, dabbing at his mouth with his serviette and blushing furiously as he glares at Draco, but that only makes Draco laugh harder. Potter glares for a moment longer, and then he is laughing too. “I’m not usually this clumsy, honest!” Potter defends once they’ve both calmed down.

Draco shakes his head, tearing his bagel apart and smirking at Potter. “I don’t know,” he replies, “first you bowled me over in the Alley yesterday, and now this.” He sighs dramatically. “I think you will just have to accept the obvious – you are an utter klutz”

Harry pouts. “I hope you’ll accept all of my flaws then,” he says, and Draco grins.

“If your flaws continue buying me hot chocolate and pastries, I might just be persuaded,” he returns easily. He sips at said hot chocolate to make his point and smirks at Potter.

“Such a hardship,” Potter says. “How will my flaws and I manage?”

Draco throws a crumb of toasted bagel at him. “How dare you,” he sniffs. “I’m a delight, I’ll have you know.”  

Potter gives him a once over, smirks, and says, “I see that.” Draco sputters, red-cheeked. Is Potter flirting with him? No, that can’t be possible, he’s reading too much into it. That’s just to be expected when nobody’s talked to him like a human in years, he supposes – a single modicum of human decency is shown to him, and he thinks he’s being flirted with.

Draco inwardly rolls his eyes at him self and pops a bite of bagel into his mouth. “Well, good to know those glasses are good for something then,” he says at length, far too late. Potter doesn’t call him out on it, though his green eyes are amused as he sips his hot chocolate.

Potter proves surprisingly easy to talk to, a notion that once would have sent Draco into a conniption. He’s always thought the man fit, but now as he sits chatting with him, he finds that his company is honestly pleasant as well. The afternoon passes faster than he realises, and by the time they get up to leave, the sun is hanging low and painting the sky bright with colour.

Potter walks with him back to the library, where he needs to meet up with Granger, and Draco is almost regretful as they arrive.

“Thank you, Potter,” he says, stopping just inside the library door.

“Call me Harry,” Potter insists. Draco frowns – that’s decidedly too weird. It’s not as though they’re going to see each other again anyway.

“Goodbye Potter,” he insists instead. Potter opens his mouth to argue, but at that moment Granger emerges from the stacks and catches sight of them. She makes a beeline toward Potter, and Draco nods a greeting at her and steps out of the way. He catches sight of Potter’s pout in the corner of his eye and grins to himself, feeling lighter than he has in years as he makes his way back to the wandless magic section.

[simsadventures]

Alone Time

Summary: You and Thor take a rare vacation, and you can’t get enough of each other.

Warnings: fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THE PART BETWEEN WARNINGS- these will be put in front of the smut, so those who don’t want to read it, won’t have to), light swearing (I really tried you guys!)

Pairing: Thor x enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 1844 A/N: This story was written for my beautiful @p8tn0lish​, who requested it for my 500 Followers Celebration (you can still request yours, if you’re interested). The song being Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Hope you guys will enjoy this fluffy Thor smut. Love you 3000 xx

Masterlist

It was extremely rare for you and Thor to have some time together, let alone to go on vacation. That is why you were ecstatic to learn that Thor book a lovely weekend in California for just the two of you after one of the missions. He usually had to go back Asgard, be he told you not to worry about it, that he wanted to do this with you, so, who were you to question it?

The romance between you and Thor fired up during a mission in Columbia, where you had to play the bait, and when Thor saw you in your tiny little bikini, and after weeks of shameless flirting, he knew that he needed to make you his ASAP. Before the stupid guys on the team, who apparently only saw you as a friend realised what kind of woman you were, and you were truly one of a kind.

It has been almost two years ever since that night, but Thor could swear he loved you more every day. Knowing you were his, that you would become his Queen soon, filled him with pride that such woman agreed to stand beside him, in battle and in life. So it really was the least he could do, taking you on this little get-away weekend. He knew it wasn’t much, but at the same time was well aware that you didn’t need fancy hotels with spas and all that shit, that you could do in a cottage hidden in forests, as long as the two of you were together.

Thor snapped out of his mind the second he saw you coming out of the bathroom. You looked beautiful as always, but he had to frown a little.

“You do know that it’s the end of November love and that the weather is no longer as hot as it normally is.” He told you with a raised eyebrow, checking your outfit. You opted for high waisted denim shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt. He loved when you showed little skin, the Alpha-like side in him marvelled in the thought that all the men around you knew that you belonged to him. But not when it’s like 59F (that’s around 15°C). He himself was wearing long jeans and an old but comfortable sweater.

“Oh, please! Give me a break and let me enjoy these last snippets of summer before we go back to New York where it’s probably snowing right now. C’mon, let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, and no matter his protests, you dragged him out of the room and outside the hotel.

Thor looked up and saw that the sky wasn’t as sunny as when you two woke up and that some kind of storm was coming your way. But you didn’t seem to care.

You decided that because you lived in New York, and you even though you travelled around the world, you didn’t really have the chance to enjoy the beach. You knew Thor wasn’t the biggest fan, especially of public beaches, but after a kiss or two, and very nasty promises, he agreed to take a stroll down the beach.

You were holding hands and walking silently, just enjoying each other’s presence. When you finally arrived at the beach, your whole posture changed, and from that fierce sophisticated lady suddenly you become a giddy little girl. You left Thor’s hand, put your shoes off, and started run-in around the beach, laughing like a maniac, loving the feeling of the sand between your toes. You were even bold enough to try the water, and even though it was a little cold for your taste, you loved how the waves seemed to have wash all your stress away.

Thor was watching you from afar, now sitting on the sand, not really loving how it good to his shoes, but he couldn’t care less about his own comfort, as long you were happy. You smiled at him brightly, the waves washing your feet, and he just shook his head in disbelief that this was his life. That no matter what, you two would stick together.

As more waves came crashing down on your ankles, you realised that you must have been standing for quite some time, your feet now cold as ice. You smiled at the sea, loving its peacefulness, and turned around to run towards your love.

He stood up, and you didn’t slow down until you were comfortably snuggled in his firm chest. Thor brought you even closer, adoring the way your body seemed to fit right into his. He could feel your hands travelling down his chest to his abdomen, and he was about to ask you what you were planning, but then he could feel your cold arms snuggling under his warm sweater and onto his heated belly. You rested them there as if it was the most natural thing to do. And for you, it was. Thor was your safety, your home, and even though you were slightly enhanced, things like cold- na-ah! You weren’t dealing well with that.

And Thor was a God, so he could handle few cold hands and cold feet on his body. Thor didn’t comment on it but bowed down a little, his hands travelling over your bottom, which he squeezed just because, and then to your legs. And of course, he found them as cold as the freaking Frost Giants!

He slapped your ass, and you squeaked a little. “I told you to wear something warmer, Y/N! Here, wait a second.” He said and gently pushed you away, which made you pout because he was the primary source of your heat now, but he was only gone a second, and only to pull the warmed up sweater off, and put it on you. You smiled thankfully. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?”

“Hell yeah, I am! But only for my best girl. C’mon, it’s too cold for you here, and I have million other ideas how we can warm each other up, once we’re somewhere alone.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but grab his neck and pull you down for a heated kiss. He followed your movement, and held you by the neck as well, pulling you closer to him, taking your breath away in the process.

You took a step back, still panting. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea.”

You pretty much raced to your hotel, full of desire for each other’s touch, taste, feel. You couldn’t get enough of Thor. You were basking in the smell of him and couldn’t wait till it wasn’t just his smell.

Warning: smut starting

You ran up the stairs, Thor hot on your heels, slapping your ass here and there, earning heartfelt laughs from you. As soon as you were in the room, however, your laughing died out, and you were looking at Thor seriously. You loved when you two had fun during sex, a giggle here and there, but you wanted this to be different. And you had a feeling this would be different indeed.

Thor took two steps to stand in front of you, caressed your cheek and bowed a little to capture your lips in his. The passion was still very much present, but now it was much more about mutual love and adoration. You let him undress you slowly while still kissing you until you were standing completely naked in front of him. He touched your curves, enjoying how you melted after every little squeeze and nip. He couldn’t help himself, so he gave your now swollen lips a little peck and let his eyes drift towards your curves.

Your skin was flush with desire, waiting and calling for him to touch you, to taste you. And he happily obliged. He nipped at your jaw, bit your ear a little because he knew just sensitive you were there. He continued his sweet assault on your neck, while his right hand was playing with your right nipple, and his left hand was tracing your belly to get to the most prized possession. He touched your clit lightly, and you immediately made push your legs further apart to give him all the space he needed.

He dipped one of his fingers in your heat, only to find you completely soaked and ready to take him. He pumped his finger lazily in and out while swallowing all your silent moans and whimpers from the pleasure he was giving you.

And because you also wanted to give and not only get, you reached into his bowers, and pulled his very hard cock out. He hissed into your mouth, and you smirked. You loved the effect you had on him. It was the most empowering thing you’ve ever experienced. You stroked him with the pace in which he was thrusting now two of his fingers into you. In no time you were both panting whimpering messes, ready for your releases.

Thor gently placed you on the bed, keeping your legs apart easily, making space for his own pelvis. He kissed you again, each kiss telling you just how much this God of a man loved you. You were drunk in love, and you never wanted to stop.

His cock gently nudged your entrance, and he looked at you for approval. Instead of talking and destroying this beautiful silent move that was happening at the moment, you kissed his neck, right on the jugular, because you knew how much he loved it there.

He didn’t wait for anything else and slowly sank into you. Once he was sheeted in your warmth, he stilled and let your body get used to the intrusion that his cock certainly was. Once he felt you grinding against him, and mewling like a cat in heat, he slowly pulled out only to thrust back in. He sat up a tortuously slow but hard pace, hitting all the right spots in you, so you were sure you wouldn’t last long.

You lifted your pelvis a little, to get a new angle, and started moving towards him, setting a pace for the two of you to reach your orgasms in no time. It took only a few more minutes before Thor could feel your heels digging into his ass, your nails scratching his back, your mouth biting his neck while also whimpering and crying silently in pleasure. He pulled away just enough to see your face, and that did it for him.

You were so damn gorgeous like this: sweat forming on your forehead, your eyes all glassy, your face contorted in ecstasy. He came with your name on his lips like it was a prayer. He wanted to pull out and let you clean up, but your arms where tightly winded around his body.

“Not yet, I like the feeling.” You whispered, and he had a lot to do not to get hard again. He lovingly kissed you all over your face, and when he looked out the window, he realised that it started pouring outside.

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A pretty long spoiler-filled reveiw of ACOMAF

-posted this reveiw on my goodreads around June and decided to share it now on Tumblr.

Reread this gem and love it even more than the first time. Of course, reading a good book for the first time is always special and you don't know any of the plot twists and turns. Not knowing what is gonna happen in a story is my favorite thing about reading. Sarah blew me away with her captivating writing style and amazing world building that left wanting more .The is the first book that made me cry and I don't easily cry in books which just proves my love for this book. Rhysand stole my heart. I just love him so much. I know most of you probably didn't like him in the first book but once you read this one you will change your mind. You can thank me later.

Moving on, let's dive straight into spoilers, if you adored this book as much as me. Most just me gushing over our precious bat boi.

Sarah did a great job at fooling me. Just like Feyre, I was blind to the red flags that displayed the unhealthy and toxic relationship between Feylin. Upon my second read, I could clearly see all the signs and read between the lines and kept thinking "why didn't I realize this sooner?''

I really liked the lesson that the author taught us about unhealthy and healthy relationships. You usually don't see the latter in most NA or even YA. And I despise Tamlin. He is everything that I hate in a man,controlling,abusive and anti feminist. I was so pissed at him for lying to Feyre that Rhys killed his family. The tool himself, had murdered Rhys family and I will never forgive him for that

Me to Tamlin “ I hope that burn..”

I could write a whole essay on professing my love for Rhysand but even that wouldn't be enough for me.

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He is no 1 on my fictional boyfriends list. No other male character can compare to him.

Just like Feyre, I wasn't expecting him to be the good guy. And, just as she was unaware of falling for him,I was too. I didn't even realize how attached I grew to Rhys until I got a spoiler that he was going to die. I legit got an ache in my heart and felt like crying. That's the beauty of books when a character feels real even they sadly aren't. Thankfully, he survived and if he didn't then I wouldn't have been able to forgive Sarah/

Why do I adore the Highlord of the Night Court?

He is so precious and a major feminist. He is humble and strong ( even when he has been through so much). My heart breaks for him. His story is too emotional for me to read without crying (on my second time reading). Not only did he lose his parents but his sister too. We never got to know how old she was but she was young. We never got to see his mother and baby sister. That makes my heart shatter in a million pieces but as if that wasn't enough, He didn't see his friends for 50 years. He was trapped under the mountain for so long and raped by that bitch and he endured it just to protect his city and family (the inner circle). As if he didn't have enough on his plate, he watched Feyre be taken away from him twice. He watched the girl he loved be in love with another man (his enemy who had killed his parents and sister) and yet he let her be happy (even if she was mate). After all of this torture and pain, he is still so kind and sweet and caring. He still think he isn't enough even though he sacrificed so much. He would rather put himself in torture than let something happen to Feyre or the Inner Circle.

And what I love most about him, is the freedom he gave Feyre. He isn't controlling like most men. He trusts Feyre and believes she can fight for herself but he will be there to protect if she needed him. Of course he cares for but isn't overprotective. Their relationship is so pure and healthy and I love it. I love how humble he is. Being the most Powerful HighLord of all the seven courts, you would expect him to be a rich snob but he is far from that.

I loved how much Feyre grew from that naive girl to a strong and badass woman. I could barely recognize her while rereading Acotar. It felt as there were two seperate girls in the two books. This is one of the best character development I have ever seen. My heart broke for what she went through. I could relate to her about some stuff minus the under the mountain scene (ofc). And I was so happy when she survived her depression and ptsd all because of Rhysand.

And I got so attached to whole inner circle, as if they were my family too. And I love Mor more than Amren because I could relate to her too besides the fact how sweet and strong she was

The whole book was a pure joy to read but my favorite parts were Starfall, The Summer Court and Court of Nightmares.

Starfall: It was such a beautiful celebration. Unlike, the ones in the spring court despite its pretty name. I loved the idea of stars falling down from the sky. Everyone was at their happiest. It was also sad to read knowing this was the first Starfall Rhys had after Amrantha. The fact that she knew how much it meant to him and yet she made him service her without his consent and on purpose. My hatred is like a burning sun. Moving on, I squealed at the moment when Mor and Feyre were talking and then Rhys came up behind them. My heart burst of joy when Feyre heard his voice and turned around. He took her to the balcony for her to experience Starfall at its prettiest. They had their cute moments and it was the moment when they were falling in love but didn't admit it yet to each other. Rhys hadn't laughed like that in ages, pure and a real laugh like Feyre hadn't smiled filled with pure joy ever since she was turned into a fae.

Summer Court: I loved Tarquin too. And I enjoyed the feysand moments at the court. Their constant back and forth banter and flirting. That's where the famous quote " To all the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered came from.

Court of Nightmares: This scene was so sexy and made my cheeks turn a deep shade of red. I loved how Rhys gave Feyre a choice whether she wanted to join him and the play the part or stay at home. It was her own choice that made her say " I wanna do it" and yet Rhys still felt guilty. Even when it wasn't like he forced or anything. He would never do that. I enjoyed them teasing each other. I was captivated by Rhys beauty. I love the real Rhys but I lust for the "evil" Rhys, the mask that he wears to protect his loved ones.

And that ending, I wasn't expecting that. I feel bad for those who had to wait a year or more for the next book esp after that gripping yet lovely cliffhanger. I didn't had to since the whole serious was already out. It was emotional even when Feyre was pretending to be in Rhys control. They work well so together. Rhys understood her plan through that bond and he acted so well. ( he actually deserves an oscar for his great acting of a bad guy). Tears rolled down my cheeks when the bond snapped and Feyre fell down to her knees, screaming in pain. Even Rhys. Sara tricked us but I was so grateful for that. That chapter in Rhys pov (the only chapter) was so precious. I was shook when he declared that Feyre is his Highlady and equal and the bond was never broken. It was just the bargain. And I loved how cunning Feyre. She is so smart and badass. Pretending to be in love with Tamlin (her ex), only to take him down along with his court.

This book brings me pure joy and reading it for the second time gave me a different perspective. I noticed things I didn't before. This time, I knew about Rhy's backstory so it was more emotional than the first time. And I didn't think of this sooner but I have a theory that Jurain knew all along that Rhys wasn't Amrantha's whore but was raped by her (sobs and gets angry). Esp, when he mentioned that he was forced to watch everything that bitch did due to the ring she made out of his eye. And he was the only one who was shocked when Feyre was pretending to hate Rhys. He knew since he screamed "What?'' when she told the king to break the bond.

Damn, this is the longest review I have ever written. No regrets though.

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[fly-flower-fanfics]

Alrighty-ro how about some of the Doctor (choose the regeneration you want) x reader where the reader get hit on by jack and the doctor gets really jealous and possessive??

I hope that this is what you wanted, or something similar to what you wanted! Sorry it took me so long to get out. I had fun writing it. 💕

Hands Off

Tenth Doctor x Male Reader

Warnings: None, I think

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"Fuckin' hate bars," I muttered quietly as I sat at one, swirling a drink around my glass. I just needed something to drown my sorrows in, but it just reminded me of the old lifestyle that I used to live: go to a bar, meet a stranger, fuck, and leave. A series of one night stands. 

I had met Jack and the Doctor at one. At first, I thought they were a lost gay couple. Jack was flirty and cute, but the Doctor was the one that held my attention. To make a long story short, I dropped my lifestyle and went to see the stars with the two men.

I thanked the bartender there, paid for my drinks, and got up and left. I didn't want tot ale anyone home because I knew it would only drag me back down into the sorry place that I was. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans, strolling down the sidewalk. What exactly does one man do when he's desperately missing his friends?

I looked up at the night sky, smiling sadly. They'd be back; they promised they'd come back. I just wasn't sure when. 

Instead of going home like I should have, I let my slightly buzzed brain take over. I went to a different bar, got tipsy, met a guy, and we went home together. The walk home was a walk of shame this time. Only then, only after leaving, did I realize how much I hated what I had done. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I hoped that I hadn't given that man my number. I didn't know his name; he didn't know mine. That was the rule, and if I broke it because I got a little too tipsy, I would be beyond pissed.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice. 

"Jack?"

"Yeah, the Doctor and I stopped by your house, but you're not there. At least, you're not answering your door. I told the Doctor that he couldn't just go in. He's in the TARDIS now."

I laughed a little bit. "I'm coming. I'll be there in five minutes. Don't leave. For the love of god, don't leave."

I hung up the phone and began to run. I would stumble every now and again due to being tipsy, but I didn't care. They were back; they had finally came back for me. I found myself laughing the whole time I ran. 

Rounding the corner, I saw the big blue box in the front yard of my house. Seeing it only made me run faster. Jack was outside of it, leaning up against it. 

"Jack!"

He raised his head as I called out his name, and a smile spread over his face.

"Hey, Doc! He's back," Jack called out to the TARDIS before running up to me. 

I embraced him tightly, closing my eyes as I buried my face into his neck. "God, you were gone forever." The Doctor was beside of us when I pulled away from Jack, and I hugged the Time Lord. "About time you came back for me!"

"You've been drinking," the Doctor pointed out once we separated. 

"Only a little," I replied, hoping to change the conversation. "Where are we going? Some place new? Or unfinished business?"

"You're getting to sleep, love," Jack said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me inside of the TARDIS. "Go to your bedroom. Don't make me follow you and tuck you in."

"You're absolutely not fun," I complained, but did as he said, and headed up the stairs.

"Sweet dreams," he called. "I hope I'm in them."

I laughed. "Always are!"

I supposed I should get some sleep, anyway. I was pretty exhausted anyway, and I wanted to be able to keep up with the others tomorrow.

I climbed into bed, snuggling down against the sheets. My room had been exactly as I left it and in the same spot, too. I always felt more at peace and at home in my bedroom on the TARIDS.

~~~~~~~~~

I woke up with a slight hangover. A few pills, a cold shower, and a glass of water should fix that. I hopped into the shower, cleaned myself off, and checked myself for any marks leftover from the man I had slept with. Thankfully, there were no physical marks, only mental ones. 

After getting out of the shower, dressing, taking some painkillers, I was down the stairs to the main control room with the Doctor and Jack.

"Looking good," Jack said, causing me to laugh.

I hadn't yet put a shirt on. Hangovers always made me overheat — was never really sure why, I think it was a mental thing — and I was just holding my shirt. 

"Only for you," I replied back, winking and laughing. 

Jack walked over to me, laying a hand on my arm. "Well, I'm quite honored. What's the occasion?"

"You came back for me," I answered, looking up at him.

"We came back for you," the Doctor said, sounding a bit agitated. 

"Yes, yes you did. And I'm very happy for that," I said, moving over to the Doctor and giving him a hug. "But can we go somewhere? I've been absolutely dying for you to come back so we could explore."

"Where would you like to go?" he asked, a smile returning to his face. 

"Somewhere beautiful and amazing."

"Oh, just look in the mirror for that," Jack chimed in, causing me to snort and turn to face him.

"You're such an idiot. I meant somewhere like Venice." I spun around to face the Doctor, taking his hands in mine. "Oh, can we go to Venice? I absolutely love it there!"

He smiled and nodded. I let his hands go, moving back to grab onto the railings after sliding my shirt on over my head. The Doctor flipped some switches and pressed the buttons on the console of the TARDIS. 

"Allonsy!"

The TARIDS wheezed and trembled, making me smile and close my eyes. I missed this. I missed this so much. Everything was perfect and perfectly familiar. I let out a laugh of delight. 

It was over all too quickly, though. I guess it was just because I missed it so much. Once we exited the TARDIS, I looked around with a smile. It was so perfect, so damn pretty. I felt like a child in a candy store, and I was sure that I looked ridiculous, but I didn't care. 

"Not going to lie, I really hope we can just relax," Jack said.

"What, relax? You know there's hardly ever time to sit down and do that with the Doctor," I said with a small chuckle.

"Oi!" the Doctor protested.

"Did I ever say it was a bad thing?" I asked, looking over at him with a smile.

The three of us walked the streets of Venice, talking about the most recent travels the two of them had gone on and what I had done in the meantime. I was more excited to hear about their travels, though.

Yet something seemed... off. The Doctor was a bit more frustrated that he usually was, and I wasn’t really sure why. He seemed more upset with Jack, too. I wanted to ask him about it, but I also knew that he wouldn’t talk to me about it unless it became necessary. 

I eventually figured that it had something to do with Jack. Every time he called me some sort of nickname, touched me, or was too close, the Doctor got more grumpy and agitated. 

“Jack, can you wait here a minute?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Yeah, sure. Why?”

“I wanna talk to the Doctor for a moment.”

I grabbed the Doctor’s hand before either one of them could really say anything else, and I tugged him along with me. As soon as we were out of Jack’s earshot, I stopped and folded my arms across my chest. 

“Okay, Doctor. I don’t know what’s going on, and I usually don’t ask until you’re ready to tell, but I’m completely stumped this time. And I’m not letting you get out of it that easily.”

His eyes glanced back over to Jack. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I grabbed his hand, tugging on it a little. “Yes you do! It’s got something to do with Jack.” His eyes darted towards the man once more. “You won’t stop looking at him. Are you confused? You got a crush on him or something?”

The Doctor turned to me, shock written all over his face. “What? Absolutely not!”

“Then what is it? Because I wanna just have a good time and...and you’re confusing me. Plus, I hate it when you’re mad. You can always talk to me.”

He glanced over at Jack again which caused me to do the same. This time, Jack looked up as we did. I smiled and waved at him, and he did the same back. The Doctor’s hand gripped mine tighter. 

“That,” he muttered angrily. 

I frowned, turning my eyes back to the Doctor. “That?”

“Yes, that,” he snapped, turning back to face me. His face softened as he looked over mine. “He’s-he’s always flirting with you.”

“Jack? Well, yeah, I flirt back with him. We’re friends — that’s what we do. I’d never go out with him. God knows he’s not my type. I’d get jealous too often of him const-“ I stopped myself, a small smile forming on my face. “Ooooh, I get it.”

This time, the Doctor frowned. “Get what?”

“You’re jealous. You’re jealous of him flirting with me?” It was a big fat guess, but that’s what made the most sense inside my head. 

“Of course I’m jealous,” the Doctor answered, his eyes flicking back to Jack. “He keeps flirting with what’s mine. He know, he bloody knows how I feel about you, and yet he insists on flirting with you. He flirts with every single thing that breathes, and you think that he can just flirt with you and I won’t be jealous? That’s a bit of a mistake in your end then. I’ve had my sights on you since we first met, and I’ve been working up the courage to tell you that. And Jack — Jack of all people — really seems to think it’s appropriate to flirt with something that doesn’t belong to him?” His eyes settled on mine, staring straight into me. “You’re mine.”

My knees felt weak, and my head was swimming. Yet I found myself laughing, much to the Doctor and my confusion. 

“Oh, my sweet Doctor. You’re so jealous for nothing. I was always in love with you,” I said, placing a hand on his cheek. “Jack never had anything to do with that, and his flirting certainly won’t change my mind. Besides, Jack reminds me too much of a lifestyle that I’m trying to forget; I’d never even dream of going out with him. I’m happily yours, and I’m going to stay that way.”

I placed a kiss on his lips gently, smiling as I pulled away. A smile spread over the Doctor’s face as he relaxed a bit more. 

“Really?”

“Yes, really, you big dope!” I gave his hand a squeeze and his lips another kiss. “Now can we enjoy Venice? I’ll even hold your hand the whole way.”

We walked back to Jack, the Doctor keeping a grip on my hand as we did. Jack’s eyes glanced down at our hands, then up to my eyes as he smiled. 

“Well, well, well. It’s about damn time. Thought I was going to have to start flirting with the both of you until one of you made a move.”

Then and there I knew that I’d never fall back into my old lifestyle, no matter how things would turn out. I had the Doctor, and he had me, and that was all that mattered.

[ariesfm-blog]

            hi ! my name is link ! i go by he / they pronouns , am 21+ & live in the cst timezone ! i’m an obnoxious aries & this is my idiot , max , who also happens to be an obnoxious aries because i believe in writing what i know JHGKFDLHLF . i’m really excited to be here , because plotless slice of life rps are my thing & i’m excited to get to know all of you & write with you !!! under the cut you’ll find misc. info & some wanted connections , but here are links to his stats page & his pinterest board , which hopefully will give you some extra insight . feel free to like this if you’d like to plot .but if you wanna plot on d*scord ( which is easier for me ) you can add me @ demogorgon ramsay#0039 !

( johnny seo, cismale, he/him ) who is that ? oh, it’s just MAXWELL “MAX” BAE the TWENTY-FOUR year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a BARTENDER. i’ve heard they can be CONFIDENT and HONEST, but also IMPATIENT and BRASH. maybe that’s why their anthem is SANCTUARY by JOJI and CAFFEINE JITTERS, DIRTY CONVERSE PAIRED WITH ALIEN SOCKS, PHONE NUMBERS WRITTEN ON NAPKINS makes me think of them.

misc. info : ( cw : mentions of death & drug use )

his mother died giving birth to him. though he doesn’t remember her ( obviously ) he still holds a bit of guilt & think it’s his fault that she died. but his dad is always quick to snuff that line of thought & holds absolutely no ill will towards max about it

all he’s ever heard is good things about her so he loves her or the idea of her really. he likes to imagine himself in the stories people tell him about her & it’s a comfort to him. it makes him feel like he kind of grew up with her even though he never got to meet her

his dad is a sweet person. full of laughs & kindness. also bad jokes ( this is where max gets his own humor from ). he’s the kind of dad that people wish for. he’s always been supportive of max no matter what & he listens to him whenever he needs it

when they were little they played catch & watched yu-gi-oh together. max still has all his yu-gi-oh cards stuffed in his closet somewhere. now they’re more likely to sit on his dad’s front porch & drink together while listening to music

his dad has never dated or remarried after his wife died because that was his soulmate & he doesn’t want to settle for anyone else & his dad has always told max to find that one person for him

max was miserable in school. he wasn’t good at it & none of it made any sense to him. so he struggled in graduating high school. & he tried college but he couldn’t stand it so he dropped out thankfully with no negative feedback from his dad

he’s kind of anxious & fidgety so it’s hard for him to pay attention ( anxiety & adhd nation make some noise !!! ) but if he gets focused on a project he’ll ignore his need to eat or anything else to work on it

he picked up making drinks from his dad at a young age ( imagine a twelve year old making cocktails that’s basically how it was ) & is really good at it so naturally he became a bartender. it’s not his dream job per se but he enjoys it a lot & makes good tips from it so he has no complaints about it

basically he’s pretty happy-go-lucky but he’s also an idiot & annoying about it. he can seem friendly enough at first but once you get close to him he’ll turn up that aries personality & get on your nerves ( but he’s also like a leech & will stick to you )

he’s really into aliens. he even has a ufo tattoo ! he will fight with anyone who doesn’t believe in them ( or cryptids or the supernatural in general ). the x-files is his favorite show & he wishes to be fox mulder every day of his life. he’s also a diehard boogara

he’s a big conspiracy theorist. he believes in lizard people, the illuminati & that queen elizabeth is a cannibal & that’s how she’s stayed alive for so long. he’s very paranoid about stuff. he’s one of those people who read the terms & conditions on everything so that he doesn’t agree to some company stealing his dna & selling it on the dark web. he also refuses to pick up the phone because he thinks the government is listening in on them ( he only makes calls when he’s high & out of it )

& he loves true crime. he’s always listening to true crime podcasts & watching true crime docs

he loves energy drinks & coffee. he drinks them so much that he’s shaking about 75% of the day but he never listens when people tell him he’s gonna get a heart attack

he’s messy. his apartment is messy. his hair is messy. his entire energy is just messy. but he thinks his personality makes up for it

he can kinda cook but honestly he’s lazy & just prefers to order in food 95% of the time. also he has a bad habit of forgetting stuff like he’ll turn the oven on then get distracted then wonder what the weird smell in his place is

for the most part he’s nice but he does participate in “friendly” dragging. if you’re friends he will clown you & sometimes he can hurt someone’s feelings even when he doesn’t mean to ( more than likely he will not apologize for it he’ll just ignore it til the other person gets over it hopefully )

always losing his headphones. he settles for those crappy $5 earbuds that you find at dollar stores so he won’t feel bad for losing them anymore. honestly he loses everything. who knows how many sets of keys he’s gone through

he’s super clumsy. always tripping, always running into stuff. he’s broken a million glasses at the bar

he’s pretty flirty, pretty charming. he uses it to his advantage at the bar, draws in customers in order to get tips & phone numbers

he’s a soft thot. he’s easy to sleep with but he’s kind & caring about all his partners

he’s a really good boyfriend & he falls in love easily,  but he’s forgetful & accidentally negligent sometimes. like he’ll go days without responding to texts or checking up on people. he doesn’t mean to he just does

he loves pins, patches & colorful socks. everything he wears is covered in them. most of the things he wears aren’t even related to his interests because people just give them random things & he wears them anyway

he can never open jars his beefy arms are useless

a fan of punny humor. he’s the king of dad jokes

he’s that person who puts his legs up on the dash of the car or hangs them out the window

wishes he knew how to skateboard but doesn’t even know how to ride a bike

takes in random cats & dogs he finds on the street. sometimes he tries to find their owners & sometimes he doesn’t but it’s fine

he’s addicted to those edited audios that are like “( song ) but you’re listening to it in the bathroom at a party & you’re crying because you’re alone” & he’s obsessed with joji so of course those are his favorite 

he’s one of those pansexuals who call themselves gay constantly 

uses uwu in texts to be ironic & annoying. most of his words have w replacing certain letters to sound like a smol

he gets stoned at like three am & tries to call people & ask them stupid high people questions like “if two vegans fight is it still called beef”

he’s also never left beauheart or gone too far away. just a few cities at most. he has a bit of a stoner paranoia about it. like if he leaves the state something bad will happen to him or his dad or loved ones

he’s terrified of horror movies. especially ones with clowns. he refuses to watch them because he’s convinced that he’ll accidentally summon a demon or a ghost through osmosis or something JHGDLFKGHD

wanted connections :

rooommates ( one or two )

exes ( any gender. it can be messy or friendly. i’m willing to have max be the issue though with him it’ll always be baby issues since he’s nice & a tryhard JGHKFDHFKGFD )

hookups / fwbs ( any gender. singular experiences or regular type things )

childhood plots for those who’ve lived in beauheart ( childhood friends, first kisses / crushes, all that good stuff )

high school sweethearts

flirtationships that don’t go anywhere

one-sided crushes ( don’t mind who has the feelings ! )

mutual pining but they’re both idiots & have no idea

party buddies. conspiracy theory buddies. true crime buddies. any of these can be combined

tinder date ( it can go well or not )

frequent customers ( better yet, frequent customers that he flirts with. give me the cliche phone number on napkins plot)

maybe you don’t tip him for whatever reason & he’s had a bad day & he’s like “bro wtf”

teach him how to ride a bike KJFDHSLGJF

maybe you try to get him to leave beauheart & you have to deal with his crybaby ramblings about how something bad will happen

beef with him over the existence of supernatural things

be the person he calls at three am after eating too many edibles & deal with his stoned questions

try to make him watch a horror movie

for someone newer to town: be that person who makes a “your mom” joke & have to deal with that awkward “my mom’s dead” conversation

maybe he “accidentally” stole your cat or dog & you try to get it back but he doesn’t believe that it’s yours even though you clearly have proof

maybe you’re the person who always ends up finding the stuff he loses & you’re stuck in this constant act of returning & you’re tired of it

literally anything you can think of i’m probably down for it

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Dumbass Tests and a Study Date (Denki Kaminari x Reader)

Summary: It’s not fun being one of the last ones to finish a lame test, thankfully you're not the only one stuck in class during this stupid test.

Featuring: Our favorite Pikachu boy!! 

You can find this story here too on ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17545592/chapters/41345219#workskin

God you hated tests…

You were a terrible test-taker and you were pretty sure that you had test anxiety too because you never felt prepared even after you studied or did last minute cramming. And the tests at UA with Aizawa were currently some of the worst tests you’ve had to take, unless they were physical tests that you could hold your own in.

Tests always made you feel stupid, and Aizawa’s written tests especially made you feel stupid, but your classmates made you feel even stupider, especially smart ones like Yaoyorozu or Iida. Even explosion-happy Bakugou was a genius, and that really surprised you because he was such a brute. 

You should have studied with Yaoyorozu, but your pride wouldn’t allow you and instead you asked for help from Midoriya because he was your friend, and much more approachable.

You weren’t a bad student per se… but definitely not above the 10’s… really you barely made the cut as the 10th highest ranking student during the written midterms. And really you just struggled on some questions more than the others did, and you had a habit of taking your time, triple-checking all your answers and then doubting yourself at the last second before you decided ‘Fuck it’ and just turned in all you had. It worked for the most part since your grades were actually decent enough for you to be happy-ish with yourself.

However, it’s been a personal belief of yours that written tests only score how well you do on tests, not so much in life. A test can’t determine how well you’ll do out in the real world.

 “This dumbass test isn’t going to determine how good I do outside of school! Heroes don’t need to be good at fucking algebra or know how to pass a freakin' written test cuz they're only supposed to beat the crap out of villains! My magnekinesis is a badass power that could easily destroy this fucking piece of paper! So, Mr. Aizawa, Yaoyorozu, Iida, Bakugou, you can all suck my dick! One at a time, line up bitches! Because it is great!” You internally told yourself as you started to sweat at the last question unanswered on your test.

You would do just fine in the real world!

Once you finish this goddamn test. Thankfully today Aizawa was feeling kind (lazy) enough to just tell all those who finished their tests that they could just leave since it was the last class of the day. However, it was all down to just you, Aoyama, Ashido and Kaminari. Your fellow idiots.

“Thank GOD for my fellow idiots!” You smiled to yourself, glad that you weren’t the only one who struggled, but that hope was shot down when Aoyama finished before you… now it was just you, Ashido and Kaminari. Those poor dorks.

“Ugh I knew I should have studied more… oh who am I kidding? I can barely remember what color underwear I put on this morning…” You thought, because as much as you studied, sometimes you just couldn’t remember everything. Cramming worked a little better for you, it wasn’t the most productive or healthy way of doing it, but you just weren’t a good studier.

Sighing heavily, you focused on the last question, even though you wanted to just tear up this damn paper and throw it in Aizawa’s face for making this so fucking hard. You had 10 minutes left, and you cringed when you saw a fearful Ashido standing up with a deep sigh as she slowly made her way over to Aizawa and turned in her paper.

‘Sorry…’ She mouthed the word to you once she was finished and exited the classroom, leaving only you and Kaminari in the classroom with a waiting Aizawa. Suddenly, you got even more nervous. It was all down to the two of you, with not very many minutes left to spare and a question you were STILL stuck on.

“You have 10 minutes left.” Your teacher added as a reminder, and it just served to make you all the more nervous as you started sweating a little bit. Why couldn’t you just write down the stupid answer?! You were sure it was the right one!

However, it just occurred to you that it was only you and Kaminari left. Curiously, you looked over to where he was at, poor thing looked just as stressed as you did as he stared nervously at his paper. His pencil shaking in his hand as he appeared to be contemplating on what to write down, at least until he felt your eyes on him. He turned slightly to look over at you, making you perk up from your seat and look back at your paper with a nervous flush pinking your cheeks. Just then you missed the look of surprise from him, but you glanced over at him again as you realized that he was still staring at you. The blush not leaving your cheeks as you gave him a sympathetic smile, and he couldn’t help but nervously grin at you as your eyes locked in with his.

At the moment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of a camaraderie with the electric user. Obviously, he was just as stressed about this as you were, struggling with that last question. You had observed that poor Kaminari wasn’t the best test taker, and apparently, he was the one who scored the lowest in the mid-term exams, right behind Ashido. You felt bad for him, but you didn’t want that to come off as pity. Because you knew what it was like to feel like the dumb one whenever you didn’t score too well. And right now, it literally felt like it was just the two of you staring at each other and making eye contact as you both smiled and tried not to giggle or snicker.

Your cheeks flushed cerise pink when Kaminari winked at you, as if he was trying to flirt with you without talking, it was working because you flashed him a rather coy smile. Neither of you could talk right now, but you were both thankful for each other since this was the only moment you both didn’t feel stressed out during this dumbass test. It’s like you both got lost in the moment, because you both forgot Aizawa existed until he spoke up.

“(L/N). Kaminari. Eyes on your own papers.” He gruffly said, pretty much noticing that you two were flirting, making you both perk up and look back at your papers, blushing.

However, the warmth on your cheeks didn’t leave you even as the last question was toying with you as you reluctantly and finally wrote your answer. Sighing heavily, it was time for you to quickly double-check everything as you went back to your first pages and looked at all your answers, stealing a glance at Kaminari every now and then.

It wasn’t that you had never noticed Kaminari before, of course you have, but today fate just made it so that the two of you would be the last ones together in class trying to finish your tests. You just wished you had more time though. It was the 5 minute mark now, and you had already double-checked all of your answers, mostly sure that most of them were right, down to the last one. Now it was time for your triple-check, but you looked over at Kaminari once more, who was reluctantly writing down his last answer with a very anxious look on his face.

But, you had more pride than that and you weren’t going to finish last so you were thankful when he did the same as you by double-checking his answers just as soon as you finished your triple-check. Even when the doubt came in, that’s when your ‘Fuck it’ moment came as you reluctantly stood up from your seat. With only 3 minutes to spare, as you walked you didn’t see how abandoned Kaminari looked as he watched you walk to Aizawa with your test in shaking hands.

Once he gave you the nod, you were able to walk out of the classroom and then you finally saw Kaminari’s look of defeat. Feeling bad, you waited outside for the poor guy. At least you didn’t finish the test last.

As soon as the last 3 minutes were up, you perked up once the door opened and you saw a dispirited Kaminari kind of slowly walking out, however his eyes widened and he smiled once he saw that you were still there.

“Oh hey it’s you!” His depression didn’t last long as he seemed to be back to his normal self with you there, however some of your shyness and anxiety came back to you. It was different now that you were both officially alone, though you were thankful that Aizawa couldn't see you both semi-flirtng. But you shyly smiled at the blonde, happy to see him as his casual Pikachu-self.

“Hey Kaminari…”

“So… that test huh?” He asked quickly, since that was pretty much the only thing on his mind right now after he just finished that stupid thing.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “I know right? It was horrible… I barely knew what the last one was, but I just decided ‘Fuck It’ I need to get out of here…” You sighed heavily, much to his amusement.

“That’s how I felt! I already kinda tanked it during midterms and the final exam so… I tried my hardest on this one…” Kaminari admitted with a sheepish looking shrug, “Heh... in fact, to be honest, I've never really been good at taking tests. Like at all." He added and grinned nervously, which made you blush and yet you felt strangely comfortable because he was being so honest.

“Dude, me neither. I normally score well enough to get by, but I still hate it… call it test anxiety I guess…” You rather candidly admitted, not feeling too bad about that since it was true. There was no way to deny it, and you were surprised that Kaminari appeared to relate to you with that.

“Ha. I hear that! I just uh… ya know, I just act like my dopey self and let people think little tests don’t get to me, but…” He kind of blushed even as he tried to smile it off. “Tests still make me a little uneasy…”

You paid attention to him as he talked, this wasn’t something you were used to since you weren’t exactly the most talkative person, but you could get used to talking to Kaminari. Especially if it meant being this close to him and getting to look at him, admire his soft looking blonde hair, his lovely sharp eyes and his fairly conventionally attractive physique. If finishing near-last meant getting to talk to Kaminari every single time, you would keep up with your habits gladly.

"I get that dude. You just want to do your best, and then there's the pressure to do well. You can study as much as you want, but then sometimes you just forget. I know what that's like. Basically the story of my school-life." You smiled sympathetically, which Kaminari did appreciate even if it made him blush since that more or less summed up how he felt during tests. He didn't want to call it an anxiety thing, but he did have those moments during tests or anything academic that required studying and paying attention. "But hey, look on the bright side! These lame-ass tests can't properly test a person's intelligence, all they do is test if you read a section in a book not many people even read. What's that gonna do for us in the future?" You asked with a shrug of your shoulder, which made Kaminari's casual grin return and brightening up his face like it always looked.

"Huh... hey you know you're right! I mean sure I still gotta score well enough but you're right! Not like I'm gonna need something like math to beat up a villain." He snickered, and it made you giggle and blush at how cute you realized he was.

"Yeah man! So you're not an idiot just because you don't pass a dumb-ass test like this. Sure people get rewarded for this shit, but fuck that, I just wanna go home and save the world later if someone's in trouble. Won't need a damn calculator or a pencil for that shit." You chuckled, and that got a laugh from Kaminari. Adorable, you thought.

"You said it!" He laughed rather happily, giving you the biggest smile you had ever seen from him, however that smile turned more sheepish as a faint pink blush adorned his lightly tanned cheeks. "Hey uh... maybe next time we have another test... you and I can uh... maybe... have a study date?" Kaminari tried to act cool, like he knew how to properly flirt and ask you out, but it came off more coy and even bashful than anything. He always pictured that he could ask someone out with total confidence, but now that he was actually doing it, a bit of anxiety creeped up on him, and now he knew how much of an idiot he really was since he thought he totally botched this. He was already expecting you to say 'no'.

"Hell YES! I'm totally down for a study date!" You suddenly exclaimed with vigor as your cheeks burned brightly once it just occurred to you that someone asked you out on a date. And Kaminari Denki, whom was pretty much one of the most attractive guys in your class, ahead of Todoroki and Bakugou. Kaminari's eyes widened, the blush not leaving his face as he looked at you with such surprise that you swore he nearly went catatonic for a minute there. "Hello?"

"O-Oh perfect! That's awesome! It's a date then! Yes!" Kaminari's cheerfulness returned, pumping a fist in the air that he actually scored a date! And you couldn't help but smile, blushing when his eyes met yours again in a stare just like they were a couple of moments ago. It felt quick, but you didn't mind Kaminari walking closely next to you as you made your way back to the dorms. But both of you were equally shocked when you found your hands locked with each other, eyes widening you both looked up at each other with flushed cheeks and surprised gazes.

"Our... hands are holding?" Kaminari asked, confusion and surprise evident in his tone and expression as he started to sweat a little bit. This was definitely the furthest he had gotten with a girl.

"Y-Yeah, I wonder how uh... that happened...you know it might just be my quirk... magnetism and all...” You were just as nervous, having never held anyone else's hands before that weren't your parents or your female friends. And this definitely wasn’t your quirk at work. 

“Oh! Haha makes sense... I’ve always got electricity flowing though me.” Kaminari wanted to say that there electricity flowing through you and HIM but his  brain wouldn’t allow it, for fear it might come off stupid. You believed him though, even though you knew your quirk wasn’t making you do this. It was funny though how you and Kaminari  were oddly drawn to each other like electricity to a magnet. This had to have been fate.

And despite the awkwardness, neither you or Kaminari found it in each other to pull away, at least until your classmates were in your visage since neither of you felt like hearing any teasing at the moment. But he did discreetly whisper to you. 

"Maybe you and I should go a date-date...? Tomorrow after school perhaps?" He sounded more confident, and flirtatious as you snickered a little bit with a nod. "Totally. It's a date-date." You happily agreed, earning another big smile on Kaminari's face as he gladly held your hand again now that nobody, especially Mina, was around to see.

Never in your life had you been happier to have almost finished last on a test.

[grumpywaterfalls]

BTS Fluff Fic Rec

Hi, welcome to both this blog and the world of fanfics! I can assure you that this is going to be a great time. These are just some of our personal favorites so please feel free to check out some other great fics in the fluff or particular rating tags. So here are our recommendations that are wholesome pure fluff and we hope you enjoy ~ 

[lengthy list and some commentary may contain spoilers so complete fic rec is under the cut]

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up by whomstisthis

This is my go-to fic when someone new to BTS fanfiction wants a rec because this fic is adorable enough to endear the pairing to your heart, entertaining enough with their banter/bickering that you can’t stop reading, and fluffy enough to keep all of you pure souls warm and cozy. This fic really has it all: Namjin as parents, a brief stint of enemies to lovers that can be easily overcome by simple conversation, and a list of BTS fun facts and personality traits easter eggs throughout. 

Can I Get Your Dewey Decimal Number? series by melecs

I think there is a pattern here since this is yet another soft enemies to lovers with kid!Jeongguk. Anyways, the first story in this series is Namjin with just a hint of enemies to lovers since Namjoon flirts with Seokjin by making him more annoyed than wooed (at first). The second is all about Yoonmin since they were in the background of the first fic, which was great to see their side of things! Both stories are amazing and from time to time, I like to read this series when I need some witty banter, mild mind games, and that simple joy of well-written fluff. Side note, props to the author melecs because both titles in this series are very relevant and hilarious pick-up lines. 

Common Thread by sugafree

Soulmate AUs are either the fluffiest or angstiest fics in existence. Luckily for you, this fic is absolute wholesome content where Yoongi and Jimin are meant to be while Yoongi wishes they weren’t. But thankfully for both the readers and the fate of Yoonmin, this lack of excitement was short-lived since no one can stay strong against the lovable sunshine that is Park Jimin. 

Fanboy AU series by vppa

Namjin is one of the few ships that could pull off being THE campus couple without actually being together. Not only that, but the interactions of the rest of the BTS gang make this series one of my favorites if you are looking for a quick, hilarious, and plain enjoyable read. Side-note, I seriously wish V’s Corner actually existed in our world because I could really use my daily dose of Namjin Watch with its commentary, photos, and excitement. 

I rap with a prospect (yeah I rap with a mindset) by dragonsoup

I am a huge fan of fics that are inspired by a little factoid or real life event so when I read this one, I knew it was a favorite. One of Jin’s most iconic statements was the inspiration and in this case, art truly imitates art. Drunk Seokjin, homicidal best friend Yoongi, and a smitten Namjoon; this fic is both hilarious and cute beyond belief. 

misspelled every word perfectly by jflawless

Flirting is a delicate skill and in this fic, poor Jeongguk does not have the talent. Well, he did manage to woo Taehyung so perhaps his interesting way of going about it was quite successful in the end. This fic is a short and fun read so I hope you get a laugh or fond smile after reading it!

pick me up, buttercup by vppa

The premise that the first words your soulmate tells you will be inked onto your body sounds pretty interesting! But this isn’t great if your soulmate is Kim Taehyung who greets everyone with the cheesiest pick-up lines possible. This fic made me laugh out loud and warmed my heart as we saw Jeongguk fall for the adorable goof that is his soulmate. And after this fic, I think you will find the phrase ‘EXO-L for life’ a little bit different than you did before. (Also, might I mention this video if you were curious about the Baekhyun evil clone allusions?)

Upvote by mnsg

Quora is a great place to learn new things or ask (un)qualified strangers to answer your questions. All of the answers are entertaining but what really sealed the deal for me was Namjoon making sure that everyone was aware that he married ‘the most beautiful man on the planet.’ The author included a high quality Namjin picture, but the it no longer loads on AO3 so please supplement with one of your favorite Namjin pictures. Here are some suggestions if you need some inspiration or just want to see some good Namjin content. 

Years in the Making by melecs

I think you need at least one childhood au fic in a fluff rec so here is one my favorites for BTS. Reading about Namjin growing up and closer together is my kind of jam. It has the cuteness of childhood, awkward bumbling of the teens, and a bit of the realities of adulthood.

This fic rec is getting pretty long already so I am going to end this here. Thank you for the ask and we hope you found this rec useful and as fluff-filled as promised. Please feel free to send in another ask since we only addressed some of our favorite BTS fluff fics and there is a whole other realm of other kpop fluff fics that are just as amazing! 

So until next time! 

-Admin S

[cinnamonrolltypes]

INFP Relationship Troubleshooting Guide (Guest Post)

           Being in a relationship with an INFP is probably going to be one of the most rewarding things you have ever done in your life, so, congratulations! They are quirky, romantic, shy, bubbly little introverts who have a capacity for love that is so large, it could very easily be considered a fault. However, although being in a relationship with an INFP will certainly reap many benefits (you’re about to get a book of poetry dedicated to you, songs written about you, little gifts, “I love you” texts…), keep in mind that INFPs are drained very easily. They exert so much effort into loving their significant other, that when they suspect the same amount of effort isn’t being reciprocated, an INFP can easily begin to doubt whether or not there are still mutual feelings. Luckily for you, as one with many INFP friends, I am going to tell you how to better understand, appreciate, and love the INFP in your life.

1.      They love space, but you’re the exception.

It’s true, INFPs are still introverts, despite coming across as extroverts. Normally, on any given day, most INFPs aren’t stimulated (at least, not as much as their sensor-counterparts, ISFPs) by physical touch. Lord knows they would die before they initiated it. However, just because they don’t initiate or respond to a brush against the arm or back, a kiss on the cheek, or a hug in a romantic, swept-off-their-feet sort of way, doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy it. On the contrary, INFPs are passionately affectionate creatures. Unfortunately, they are still also shy. They are constantly worried about their efforts going exactly the way they didn’t plan, so when it comes to romance, it can be safer for them to keep their hands to themselves. Go the extra mile. Put your arm around them. Hold their hand. Brush the hair out of their face. If you’re feeling extra romantic, kiss them.  Once you break the initiation barrier, it will be worth it.

2.      “Do you really mean it?”

A question that doesn’t escape an INFP’s lips often enough, yet is always in the back of their mind. Due to their dominant introverted feeling, remaining true to their character and their values is non-negotiable. However, it also makes them apt to know that not everyone is as honest as they are. INFPs might question, doubt, or even accuse your intentions of being false, or ill-placed. Be patient with your INFP, and remind them often that you do mean well. Words are special, yes, but they won’t believe unless you prove it with your actions. Thankfully, it really doesn’t take much. Even asking them how they’re feeling, or bringing up a story that they shared long ago to remind them that you care, and that you are attentive to their needs and stories. You may notice that they ask often how your day was. That is because they genuinely care for your deepest feelings. They would hold your heart in the palms of their hands and guard it through flood and fire. They have seen the darkness in the world, and have probably succumbed to it at some point in their life. Keeping up with them and making sure that they’re taking care of themselves is one way you can show them that you really do appreciate and love them.

3.      Their spontaneous, impulsive nature is the only predictable thing about them.

Don’t allow your INFP to be apologetic for the quirky things about them. Their auxiliary function, extroverted intuition, is constantly spouting strange ideas, notions, and stories that all somehow connect with what is on their heart (Fi). If one moment, you two are discussing politics and philosophy, and the next minute your INFP expresses a sudden interest in entering a Christmas light competition, don’t take it personally. They most likely weren’t bored of the topic at hand. They don’t merely have one train of thought, they have twenty-seven, and it’s up to you to keep them grounded without judging them. Let them be random. Let them be spontaneous. Let them go on tangents and rabbit trail onto something totally unrelated. If they allow that side of themselves to open up around you (because, believe it or not, most INFPs I’ve met are actually pretty insecure about their childlike spirits), you’re very special to them. Don’t take that for granted or brush it off like they’ll do that for anyone.

4.      Flirting is fun, yes, but INFPs need and crave so much more.

Don’t get me wrong, an INFP who willingly flirts is the world’s most secret, guarded treasure. However, it gets old. It’s tiring. INFPs want more out of a relationship than the physical. They crave connection and genuineness. Ask about their poetry, or music, or whatever hobby it is that they enjoy. Ask about their feelings. Talk about the universe, talk about where you see yourself in ten years, twenty years, sixty years. Throw something flirty in there every now and then, but show your INFP that you love their soul. You won’t regret it. I promise.

           There you go! Four essential tips for keeping your relationship with an INFP healthy. Have fun, be genuine, and remember that nobody is perfect. This isn’t exclusive to INFPs. You can apply those tips to any relationship with any type, but according to my INFP friends, these four are the most important and heartwarming.

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Study Partner (Taeyong x Reader)

Rating: M, with a side of fluff

(A/N) How goes my fellow nut busters? I’m jumping right onto the request train by giving you some fluffy and a little smutty study partner Taeyong! While our resident being of perfection may have enough sex appeal to shut down a male stripper convention, I think Taeyong/s sweeter side needs a bit more loving too. So I hope y’all enjoy this one because it was really fun to write!!

Staring out the window of your classroom like some angsty anime character was one of your favorite pastimes. You wished every waking hour you were in this hell hole of a school to be outside, riding your bike through the streets, picking flowers in the park, playing in the stream that ran through town, anything but this class. It's not like you were bad at writing and literature, in fact, you were exceptional, the brightest in your class. But you hated the teacher, hated what he made you write. You didn't want to write about the characters in a Greek tragedy, you didn't want to analyze Jane Austin, you wanted to write soaring stories about adventurers, magic, and romance. This class made you despise writing, and you loathed that, because writing was one of your secret passions.

You loved nothing more than sitting by that stream, feet soaking in the cold spring water as the plum blossoms overhead showered you with their petals. You would have your notebook in hand, writing story after story, poem after poem, they just sprang off your pen onto paper like you were born to write. Many argue that you were a born writer, including your prick of a teacher. "_______!," you heard that deep voice snap you name for the fifth time that period. You languidly turned your head away from the window, one eye brow quirked, "Yes, sir?" He angrily furrowed his brow and squeezed the open book in his hands, obviously frustrated as he asked you, "What metrical pattern did Shakespeare use in many of his plays?" You sighed, looking down where your fingers were playing with your pink mechanical pencil as you droned, "He used unrhymed iambic pentameter, called blank verse. He diverts from this several times in many of his plays and also uses other simple forms of poetry and prose." You felt the wide eyes of your classmates as they looked at you slack jawed, your chin titling toward the window to resume your usual position. Your teacher stopped you again, "And which of his plays are we reading? Or have you not been paying attention for the past forty-" "Othello," you interrupted, looking your teacher dead in the eye. "We're reading Othello, believed to be written by Shakespeare in 1603." "Good," your teacher replied, "Why don't you stand up and continue reading for us then, Miss _______? Since you seem to know so much about it." You shot him a glare because he knew you didn't have the book on you. You had read Othello countless times by yourself, so you didn't ever bother bringing it to class. You were about to spit out at him like a viper when you felt a nudge on your arm from beside you. "Here," you turned to find the intense dark eyes of one of your classmates, Lee Taeyong, trained on you intently. He held out his copy to you, finger pointing out the line where the class had left off. You raised your eyebrows at him, lips parting as you went to convey your thanks, but felt it catch in your throat. You grabbed the book from him instead, cheeks pink as you stood up and began to read. You couldn't even comprehend the words that were coming out of your mouth, but you felt Taeyong's soft gaze on you the whole time. You were saved by the lunch bell, signaling that you were free from that wretched class and embarrassing situation. You carefully closed Taeyong's copy of Othello and handed it back to him as you mumbled, "Thank you." "No problem," he took his book, giving you a small smile. "You staying in here for lunch?" You were busy packing up your things, turning to him, "What?" You didn't expect him to keep talking to you, so you were surprised when he asked again. "Are you eating in here?," he repeated, smiling to himself when he saw you blush and turn away. "No, I always eat outside," you said, feeling guilty because you thought you were being too rude. "I eat at the picnic benches, if you want to join." "Would you mind?," he asked, putting his things into his bag and standing up, looking hopeful. "No," you mumbled, already weaving through the desks and out the classroom sliding doors, trying your best to calm the heat in your cheeks. Taeyong didn't say much, thankfully, as the two of you walked side by side through the hall. You saw numerous people whisper to one another, and some girls give you nasty looks. It wasn't a secret that Taeyong was literally the most wanted boy in the entire school, he was absolute perfection, practically a prince. You'd never really paid much attention to the gorgeous student, but you shared every single class with him, and knew that he was ranked second in the school academically. Second behind you. You held first place by some miracle, even when you did nothing at all. You were just good at testing, that's about it. To be honest, you thought Taeyong deserved it far more than you, seeing as he worked a lot harder for his scores and grades. He never seemed mad about being second though, he was a little quiet and acted content all the time, so you could never tell what he was really thinking. You couldn't help but be a little curious as to why he wanted to hang out with you, he never really showed much interest before. You never even had a real conversation with him, the most you got was when he would congratulate you once again for staying in first place. You reached the busy picnic benches that sat underneath the blooming plum blossoms, a picturesque scene that made your fingers itch to pull out your notebook. You usually did a lot of your writing at lunch, but since Taeyong was there, you didn't want him to see. It was lowkey embarrassing and your writing was pretty much a gateway to your heart and soul, something you didn't share easily. You sat down at an empty table, fixing your uniform skirt and crossing your legs as Taeyong sat across from you. The two of you pulled out your lunches and ate in a strange but not uncomfortable silence. You were curious though, sneaking glances at him occasionally while he ate, completely unaware that he caught you staring every single time much to his amusement. You cleared your throat, swallowing a spoonful of yogurt, "Thanks again for what you did in class, Taeyong, I really appreciate it." "No problem, I know how hard he is on you," he chuckled looking at you with cutely scrunched eyes, "But I think he does it with the best intentions in his heart. You're really his favorite student, you know." You scoffed, rolling your eyes and eating another spoonful angrily, "That man wants nothing more than to see me fail,  it's like it's his one mission in life." "I think it's cool how you just know everything though," the dark haired boy said, his eyes widening in admiration. "It just comes so easily to you, I don't know how you do it." "Honestly," you admitted, picking at the table, "I really enjoy literature and writing, but hate being taught it." Taeyong laughed, "Everyone can tell, you're always writing in that little green notebook of yours at lunch," he nodded to where said notebook poked out of your open bag. Your eyes widened and your face turned pink, "I-I just do it for fun, it's not like I'm studying or anything." "I know," he smiled, resting his head in his hand as he looked at you. "I think it's really cute though because you're always acting so tough." If you weren't fire engine red at that point, you would have been proud of yourself, but you could feel the heat in your face and neck. You couldn't even manage a reply, melting under his unabashedly adoring gaze, his smile too sweet for words. His mouth quirked to the side in a smirk, "Is your yogurt too spicy for you?" You gaped at him, mouth morphing into a smile of disbelief as you leaned over the table and smacked his shoulder, "You...!" The two of you laughed suddenly, something changing after that. You felt a lot calmer around him, happiness creeping into your bones as you finally found enjoyment at school for the first time. You two talked about whatever came to mind, and it felt so natural and real, you'd have never thought Taeyong was as down to earth and sweet as this. One moment you were talking like friends and then next you were flirting like your lives depended on it. It was intoxicating and beautiful. "I have a question," he said, absentmindley playing with your fingers, tracing the dainty ring your mother had given you on your birthday. "Hm," you hummed, watching the way he concentrated on the lines of your palm and shivering at the feeling of his touch. It made you squeeze your thighs together under the table and you never wanted him to stop. Taeyong stretched out his legs and tangled them with yours, brushing his knee against your inner thigh. You let out a small gasp at the touch, but Taeyong didn't seem to notice, preoccupied with his words. "Would you mind being my study partner?," he asked, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. "It's just...you're so good at everything and it may not look like it, but I'm kinda struggling to stay afloat-" "Taeyong," you stopped him with a smile, feeling brave enough to brush the hair from his eyes. "Of course I can. I need to get my act together too anyway. We can help each other." "Really?," he breathed, looking relieved as his shoulders sagged. "God, I could kiss you right now, to be perfectly honest." He looked breathless and he seemed to look at you differently for a second, eyes flashing something deeper. You were shocked but tried to save the situation quickly, "Shut up," you laughed, taking your hand from him and standing up as the bell signaling lunch range. "I need someone to get my ass into gear anyway." Taeyong hummed, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly and giving you a smirk, "I like the sound of that." You made a noise of disgust and walked with him back to class, "We can go to my place later if you like, I have snacks." "Snacks sound perfect," he said, bravely taking your hand and making you gape at him again. He carefreely swung your joined hands, like it was the most natural thing to do. "Taeyong," you gulped, feeling the stares and glares as you walked back inside. "What are you doing?" "Can I not platonically hold your hand?," he asked innocently, eyes wide and soft, but the quick smirk on his mouth said otherwise. You groaned and let him hold your hand with his sweater paws, leading you like that from class to class for the rest of the day until the final bell sounded the end of school. Your stomach churned with excitement. To be perfectly honest, you were both happy and confused with how Taeyong was acting. One moment he was acting like the best friend you'd never had and the next he was acting like your boyfriend. You wouldn't mind either of those things, but both? That would be like a dream come true. You weren't going to lie, as a writer you were a hopeless romantic, and you always imagined how everything would be when you fell in love. You couldn't even count how many tales of romance you'd written, how many poems to your future boyfriend you'd scribbled in your journal. As of now, everything was living up to your expectations, though, not necessarily with the person who you thought it would be. It was a pleasant surprise though that you welcomed with open arms. You'd always thought Taeyong was absolutely gorgeous, but you didn't know what his personality was like. You only knew he was sweet and hardworking. You wouldn't have believed he was a complete flirt if you hadn't experienced it firsthand yourself. The strange thing was, Taeyong never dated anyone, never flirted with anyone before he began to with you. It also didn't hurt that you could practically taste the sexual frustration radiating off of him. You looked over to where the dark haired boy was packing up his things, hypnotized by the way he neatly and methodically tidied everything up. You walked over to him and poked his rib cage, watching in amusement as he jumped and shot you a cute angry look. He pouted, "Hey, don't! I'm really ticklish." "Oops, many finger slipped," you grinned, to which he smiled to himself as he finished packing. "You ready to go?," he asked, sliding on his backpack. "I rode my bike here, we can ride it to your place." He was practically bouncing on his toes as he took your hand and led you out of the classroom. "Okay," you smiled, letting him pull you away and thinking about how cute he was for riding a bike to school. How much more perfect could he possibly get? You literally saw no flaws in him. You walked out to the bike rack and Taeyong unchained his sturdy black bike. He swung his leg over it and patted the handlebars and winked, "Here, I'll be really careful, don't worry." You gulped, a little freaked out by the prospect of balancing your ass on a thin piece of metal. But you trusted Taeyong and he seemed capable of maintaining his balance. You grabbed his hand and he helped you sit as comfortably as you could on the cold metal that pressed against the back of your thighs. Much to your surprise, Taeyong helped you fix your skirt, lifting you gently to tuck it carefully underneath your legs without a word. You blushed and grabbed onto the rubber grips of the handles, jumping when Taeyong slid his hands over yours and pushed off. He wobbled at first, unaccustomed to the added weight, but he quickly recovered and peddled strongly down the road, cruising past the houses. You pointed out to him which way to go and he smoothly made the turns, the spring wind whistling through your hair as the afternoon chill began to set in. Thankfully, you arrived at your house, the sun still fighting in the sky as Taeyong pulled up along the curb. The steps to your house were a perfect place for you to dismount, only stumbling a little bit as you clumsily slid off the handlebars. The two of you giggled at your less than graceful landing and Taeyong simply let his bike flop down as you walked up to your door. Goosebumps raised up your legs as you shivered in place and fumbled for your keys in your school bag. "You'd think winter would end already," Taeyong casually commented, daring enough to run his hand up and down your exposed thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. You shot him a look, but he just smiled boyishly. You finally found your key and shoved it in the lock as quickly as you could, wanting nothing more than the heat of your house to swallow you whole. It was like a wave of summer when you walked in, the dry heat feeling orgasmic on your bare legs as you took off your shoes. Taeyong did the same, looking around your house curiously, "It's really cute." "Thanks," you said in amusement, "Come on, we can study in my room." "What about snacks?," Taeyong asked, looking hopeful and hungry. "I'll bring some up, don't worry," you laughed, already trudging into the kitchen to grab some chips and grapes you had in the fridge. You heard Taeyong climbing the stairs and shouted, "It's the second door on the right!" You heard a grunt of affirmation and bounded up the stairs with your backpack and snacks in hand. You entered your room to already find Taeyong sprawled comfortably on your bed, pulling out notes and textbooks. "Comfy?," you asked, moving aside pillows and plopping down beside him. He chuckled, scanning his notebooks, "Perfectly. What do you want to look over first? I was thinking writing and literature." You huffed, popping a grape in your mouth, "If we have to, I want to get through the worst first." "It's not as bad as you think," he said, nudging you with his shoulder as you sat up and leaned your head on it. "I know," you strained, pulling out your very minimal notes. "But it's just something I don't like being taught. I want to learn it on my own, through my own enjoyment." "Enjoyment, hm?," the dark haired boy pondered, glancing at your notes before looking up at you exasperated. "_______, aren't you worried you'll fall behind?" You'd never had the feeling you were ever drowning in work or behind the curve, always being right on track regardless of how hard you tried. You shrugged, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "Not really." "Well, I'm worried for you," Taeyong said with a sigh. "You're too smart and gifted to fall behind, and I don't want to see that." "Taeyong? I've always wondered this but," you murmured, tracing a finger on a vein up his forearm absentmindedly. "Don't you want to be ranked first?" Taeyong turned towards you, his dark eyes hard as he echoed you, "Not really." Confused you inquired, "But you're always working so hard-" "And it's because of you," the handsome boy interrupted, locking eyes with you. "You make me work harder than anyone else, you make me try, and no one else gives me that." You didn't notice it, but Taeyong had leaned closer, his breath fanning over your face. His voice was quiet, a soft murmur, "If I didn't have you always one step in front of me, I don't know what I would do." "Taeyong," you whispered, his lips hovering just above yours, making your heart beat a mile a minute in your chest. He looked so soft, so exposed and vulnerable like he'd been craving to get that off his chest, to tell you. "I don't want to be ranked first," he murmured, his lips brushing yours for a fraction of a second. "I just want you." It was like a wave of feelings and sensations came crashing down on you, one minute you were a hairsbreath away from Taeyong, and next he was washing all over you. His body was pressing yours into the bed, your hands were tangled in his hair, and his lips were making what felt like love to yours. He kissed you passionately, like all the pent up feelings in his heart had just released into his body, hands and mouth driven by another force. He cupped your face softly, but his lips and the rest of his body said otherwise. His chest rubbed against your clothed breasts and you couldn't help but moan into his mouth. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue in, tasting the grapes you had eaten and groaning at the way your body moved against him. You spread your legs and welcomed the knee that slid your skirt up to your hips and pressed against your clothed heat. Taeyong's kisses were so wet, the sounds coming from your mouth made you go delirious as the fire in your stomach was stoked. Deprived of oxygen, he pulled away with a gasp, looking so fucking gorgeous with his messed up hair and swollen lips. You leaned up and pressed kisses to his sharp as a knife jawline, moaning when his hands began to unbutton his shirt. Your finger helped him along by untucking it from his belt, craving to see the creamy skin underneath. You nearly cried when he slid it off his shoulders, fingers tracing down the warmth of his skin and running down his lean abs, "Taeyong..." You pressed kisses to his chest, tasting him with your tongue as you dragged your wet muscle along his defined collarbones. He smirked at your reaction, his fingers now making quick work of your shirt, tossing it across the room as he exposed your chest, "Now we're even." "Please, Tae, I need to feel something. Just touch me," you whispered, breath coming in gasps as you sat up and placed his hands on your hips. He slid them down and under your skirt, squeezing your ass over and over as he groaned, "Come over here." He pulled you close, laying one of your legs over his thigh as he tugged you until your clothed heat was pressed against the bulge in his pants. You gasped when he began to rub himself against you, head going blank of everything except for him and the way he was moving against you. He rolled his hips into you with a groan, hands on your ass as he helped you move in tandem with him until you found the rhythm yourself. You tangled your fingers into his soft hair when he leaned down to litter the tops of your breasts with love bites, sucking dark purple bruises into your skin. You whimpered when he slowed down, your hips still eager against his as he kissed your neck, "Please..." He hushed you, taking his time as he felt the wetness through your panties soak the crotch of his uniform slacks, "Take it easy, baby girl. Take a moment," he dragged his bulge slowly up your clothed slit, "To just feel this, to feel me." You rolled your head back, drunk on the feeling off him teasing your clit with his clothed member, "Oh, fuck..." Taeyong's eyes were glazed over, small beads of sweat dripping down his jaw and neck. You leaned over and licked up the tantalizing drops, tasting the salt of his skin and humming as you pressed kiss after kiss to his neck. As much as you loved how Taeyong could have so much self control, you wanted release badly, for him to make you come all in your panties. "Taeyong, please," you whispered, panting as you looked at him pleadingly, biting your bottom lip in want. Instantly his hips began to move faster, slowly working up to a newer, rougher speed that left your body on fire. His hands found their place back on your ass and he urged you to move along with him, his eyes burning with desire as you complied willingly. He rutted his hips into you, causing your breasts to bounce as he ground into you roughly. You cried out when he inched up only a little bit and found your clit, driving hard into the spot when he noticed your reaction. The roughness of his slacks felt like pure nirvana on your sensitive bundle of nerves and your voice broke as you called his name out. Taeyong's voice was deep and husky, urging you to release as he continued to dry hump you, "Come on baby girl, soak those panties for me. Show me how wet you can make them." He took hold of your hips and turned you onto your side, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder as he drove into you on his knees. The new angle at which he rubbed against you made you see stars, and you felt your release upon you. You gave one last strained moan, gasping as you threw your head back and came hard, flooding your underwear with your essence as Taeyong continued to thrust against you, chasing his own high. A few moments later, he came crashing down as well, hips stuttering as he came inside of his pants, his member straining over and over against the fabric, so much so that you could see it twitching. You watched with half lidded eyes as Taeyong groaned, his head lolling back and languidly rolling his hips against your heat. It was possibly the hottest thing you'd ever seen and you felt your core tighten one last time as you came again. You gasped and road out the mini release, reaching down and rubbing yourself through your panties as best you could to prolong the feeling. Taeyong groaned at the sight, leaning down to kiss you again, swapping saliva with you as your tongues danced in sync. When the two of you had regained your breath, Taeyong flopped down beside you, scattering notes off the bed as he pulled you into his arms. You welcomed his embrace, burying yourself deep into chest as you inhaled his homey scent, like laundry detergent and something so Taeyong it hurt. He cradled your head and murmured against your hair, "You're so incredible, ______, you know that?" You laughed breathily into his skin, kissing his collarbones as you whispered, "And do you know how amazing you are, Lee Taeyong?" You looked up and was met with a soft smile that you leaned in and kissed gently, "I mean it," you affirmed with another kiss to his cheek, "You don't need me to motivate you because you're already so good on your own." "Doesn't mean I still don't want you," he mumbled, looking away with a blush on his cheeks. "I'm sorry if I came off like a douchebag, it's just you're so cool, ______, and I just wanted to impress you-" You stopped him with a kiss, laughing against his mouth as you pulled away to see his confused gaze, "And here I was thinking I was the lame girl with the gorgeous popular boy chasing after her." "No," he chuckled, rolling his eyes and dragging his lips against your neck. "You just get the nerdy guy who can't talk to girls without coming off like a dork." You laughed and played with his hair, gazing at him adoringly, "You're really a strange one, Lee Taeyong. I like that." "You can keep me around if you like," the gorgeous boy smiled, "So long as you be my study partner...and my girlfriend." "I think I can agree to those terms," you grinned pulling him down to kiss him way past sunset. Your notes and studying were completely forgotten as the sun sank below the horizon. The two of you had cleaned up as best as you could when you remembered your parents would be home from work. It was a comical scene, but one you would remember fondly as you and Taeyong worked to scrub the stain from the front of his pants. He even met your parents that night, introducing himself like he was born to be brought home to a family. Years later, you could still remember that whole day with amusement and love, knowing you were still happily with that sheepish boy who made you laugh until your cried.

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Grell Sutcliff x reader

(Since I know this is a highly debated subject, I will let you know why I used feminine pronouns for Grell. There is a panel that was written by the author of Black Butler that was Grell answering questions in which Grell claims to be a lady. That being said, it's not technically canon, so I understand if you do not agree. I hope that you can still enjoy this, however, and thank you for reading it.)

The streets of London were dimly lit. It wasn’t that the street lamps were dimmed or anything. The problem was that there was was fog. It was that the fog was so thick you couldn’t see your hands in front of your face. The street was still visible, just only to a certain extent. That being said, there was enough fog for you to lose your way. You weren’t sure where you were exactly, but you knew it wasn’t where you wanted to be. To make things worse, you were pretty sure that you were getting close to a perish that you knew to be somewhat dangerous after dark. There was no telling how far from or into the parish you were and there was enough fog to make the street signs hard to see unless you were very close to them, and you felt that going any further than you already had was a bad idea. The best idea right now would be to head back the way you came, and hope to come across an officer that could help you find where you were.

“My, my~ what’s a little thing like you doing out on a chilly night like this?” A voice crooned behind you suddenly. You turned quickly to see who was there. There was a tall figure who was clad in mostly red. The thing that stood out the most was the long, red hair that flowed slightly in the wind. “Who- who are you?” You questioned, honestly hoping that whoever it was startled easily and would leave if you actually tried to talk to them, but sadly for you that was not the case. “What sort of lady do you think I am? Why, even the thought of giving my name to a complete stranger that I met in the streets!” The person huffed in what was supposed to be an indignant voice, but something in it seemed to feel fake, playful even. Well, at least whoever this lady was, she had enough standards to not just give her name out to- “Oh, why am I playing so hard to get? My name is Grell, Grell Sutcliff, and, oh, when I saw you walking down the street I just ~had~ to introduce myself!” She said in a very sing-song voice.

Suddenly, Grell was walking closer to you, and you decided that being close to such a forward stranger with no one else in sight was not the best thing to do. Thinking quickly, you looked at her and gave a quick, “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you.” and started to walk away at a quick pace. “Wait, please! We barely even talked to each other! I don’t even know your name!” Grell called as she followed you. If you had your way there would be no possibility of this stranger knowing your name. Maybe you were being paranoid, but there was something that seemed a little wrong about the situation. It wasn’t like this woman was overly grungy or dangerous looking. She was actually very attractive. Somewhat different than other women that you had seen, but still had a large amount of womanly charm. That was what the problem was. This Grell was almost too alluring, like there was some sort of otherworldly aura about her. You couldn’t quite place what it was, but you knew that she wasn’t an ordinary person.

When you realized that this Grell person was still following you after about a minute or two, you started to actually run to get away from her. There wasn’t any certainty of where you might end up running blindly in this fog, but you felt that if there was something otherworldly about the person following you then you needed to try to get away as quickly as possible. You ran not even taking the time to look behind you to see if your pursuer was still there. After you were sure there was a good distance between the two of you, you ducked into a small side street that could almost be considered an alley with the plans to hide there until you thought that the forward lady that was after you had passed. Even if you were being paranoid and this Grell was in fact just a person and not a supernatural being, it would still probably not be a good idea to be alone with such a person this late in the evening.

“Well, look who’s playing hard to get now.” Grell’s voice suddenly wafted from behind you. You were at a loss for words at the moment. How did she find you? More importantly, how did she get behind you? There was no way that she could have gone to the other end of the alley and sneak up on you in the amount of time you had been waiting for her to pass by. These questions were soon answered when Grell finally managed to get close enough for you to make out her features clearly other than just a person in red. Her eyes were green, but not like you’ve seen with other people. Theses were chartreuse and almost seemed to glow. Her teeth were not like human teeth either. They were pointed and sharp looking. Your debate was finally over. There was no way that Grell was born of this world. You still weren’t sure what exactly she was, but you knew that she wasn’t human.

The biggest question you had now was why did Grell want to talk to you? You were certain that you were going to die, or at least be cursed or something. After all, that’s how all of the legends and stories where people had met supernatural entities while they were alone in the night ended. “My, my! I have to say I ~LOVE~ someone that’s able to pretend they weren’t immediately overwhelmed with my feminine wiles. But, it’s not entirely me who’s been on the flirtatious side this evening, now is it?” Grell almost giggled as she got even closer to you than she was before, making you back into a wall on one of the sides of the alley. You still weren’t able to talk, but you did accidentally communicate your surprise to Grell when your eyes widened when she hinted that you had been flirting with her. The look on you face as you were pressing against the wall made her let out a giddy laugh that was similar to the ones you would hear a schoolgirl do when they saw their crush walk by.

“Ooooooooo~ I just love the adorable face that you make! Please, you must tell me your name!” She swooned and almost begged. You still weren’t sure that giving your name to this person was the best idea, so you just continued in your silence. After she saw that you weren’t going to say anything, she gave a little pouty face in a attempt to get you to cave in. All Grell managed to do was confuse you even more. How old was this woman? She looked to be an adult, but acted like a child that had too much caffeine with how her mood changed so quickly. When you still said nothing, Grell got a toothy smile, and started to talk again. “Well, seeing as you are obviously too overwhelmed with my beauty to speak even something as simple as your name, I shall choose what I will call you.” This didn’t sound too appealing to you, but at least she wouldn’t know your actual name. That might have seemed like a trivial thing, but right now it seemed like the only thing that you had control of. “I will call you… LOVEY! Oh, that’s perfect! A nick name that tells how we feel about each other!” She called into the night, and you were surprised and upset that no one heard her and came running to see what was going on with how loud she was.

Lovey wasn’t really something that you wanted to go by, but you got the felling that Grell would keep calling you that no matter what you would say. She seemed to think that you were in love with her, and you had no idea where she got that idea. You had just met her, and honestly hadn’t really said anything to her yet. Thankfully. Your voice decided to come back in time for you to ask about this before things got too out of hand. “I beg your pardon, but why did you say that I was flirting with you? Also, when did I ever said that I loved you?” You asked, trying your best not to sound rude for fear of what might happen to you if Grell became angry with you. She laughed in response before giving you an answer. “Oh, Lovey, no need to keep up the tough act. If you remember to not too long ago you were the one that mysteriously arrived where I was, asked my name, and ran through the night like you were Cinderella, yet you didn’t even leave me a shoe to follow. You even played a little game of hide and seek with me. And, when I found you, you looked at me for such a long time that I knew that you must have been inthralled with me to the point where you could no longer bare the thought of being with out me, even though we had only met tonight!” Grell said as if she were quoting a fairytale of some sort. Suddenly, her wistful look into the sky turned into a playful one to you.

“Come on, Lovey!~ Just admit it! You are trying to seduce me~” she said with a wink. You were taken aback, and surprisedly questioned, “I was trying to seduce you?!” This wasn’t good for you, because Grell took your question as a confession, and suddenly flung herself into you. “Oh, Lovey, I’m all yours! Love me until the end of time!!” She cried excitedly as she crashed into you. The two of you would have fallen down if you hadn’t been against a wall. You were in shock. Never did you think that something like this was ever going to happen to you, yet here you were with a inhumanly strong lady hanging onto your neck rambling excitedly about something that you weren’t even able to comprehend because she was talking too quickly in her excitement. “Lovey, Lovey!” She started as she looked into your eyes, “Please, I know we just met, but we cannot be separated! Let me go home with you tonight. I promise to be on my best behavior~” Grell pleaded with you before getting another playful look on her face that looked a little more dangerous than the first. “Unless you don’t want me to be~” she whispered in an almost husky voice.

You turned bright red at the suggestion, and tried to think of a way out of this awkward situation. “W-well, you see. I actually lost what street I’m on, and it’s going to take me awhile to find my home. I wouldn’t want to drag you all the way around the city with me until I found where I was.” You knew that in most cases it was not wise to let someone know that you were lost in a back alley this late in the evening, but you felt like this might have been the only way to get Grell to leave you long enough to find a patrolling officer an let them know what had happened. Not that you expected the officer to believe that you met someone that wasn’t human, but they would at least help you get home and watch for anyone that fit Grell’s description. Your plan backfired, but not in a way you thought it would. Once you had told Grell what was happening, her smile widened even more. “Oh, my! You’ve lost your home? Well then, you’ll just have to borrow mine for the evening.” She giggled flirtatiously. Suddenly the two of you were moving at an inhuman speed. Things were going so fast that you couldn’t even tell what direction you were going in. In a moment you were at a small apartment that was adorned in lavash read furniture. You looked over to see Grell locking the door behind her with her sharp toothed grin looking even more dangerous in the dim light of the apartment. “Welcome home, Lovey~” she chuckled as she started to walk towards you. What were you going to do?

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Hey can i please get a written ship with BTS, EXO and Got7 please? I’m male, cancer and ISFJ. people think that im mostly girly but i possess both boyish and girlish traits. I’m really introverted and am prone to depression at times.

I have had a slightly dysfunctional family so i love the thought of having my own and i LOVE kids and thankfully kids love me! im definitely a mom friend in my group of friends since im always worried about their schedules and health and studies. I’m really introverted and shy and think what i need to talk about a thousand times but i talk ALOT and am very playful and flirty once i get close to people. I’m emotional and i cry a lot though not in front of people, i rely on people easily and am pretty submissive and i like people who can lead because i cannot. i don’t talk much but i love listening to people talk about their experiences, passions and stories. i like helping and making others smile. it makes my day. i can get pessimistic easily and sometimes crawl back in my shell.  I dont like random people touching me but im a sucker for skinship once i like someone. i love to snuggle and cuddle and smooch and everything. I like flowers, animals, sports, thunderstorms, night time, I LOVE sweets!!! any kind of sweets. i have a jar full of M&Ms under my bed always. I love accessories though i rarely wear any. i have a huge imagination and i love to read novels and i write poetry too.  i dislike crowds, arrogance, bitter things, social gatherings because i tend to get tired and need time to recharge. 

Im sorry i think i wrote too much >.< thanks in advance <33 love your blog

@kithmeonthelipth I ship you with:

BTS: Jimin! You’re both super sweet and endearing people. Jimin knows what to do in any rough situations (like drama with your family) but also loves to cuddle, flirt, and just generally be around you once he falls for you.

EXO: Xiumin! He’s definitely someone who can take charge of a situation when needed. He has no problem taking your hand and leading you when you want him to but will NEVER overstep his boundaries and respects you endlessly. He’s the type to always have sweets too and to sit out on a porch watching thunderstorms pass with you

GOT7: Jinyoung! Jinyoung loves your sweet yet flirty personality. He’s the kind to flirt fearlessly with you once he gets to know you and to take you on little adventures when you feel up to it. He always has an interesting story to tell you about something he’s experienced and adores your mother like qualities. (especially after having your own kids, he falls in love with that part of you 10x more)

I hope that I got at least one of your biases or bias wreckers!

p.s. i freaking love your username xDD