#the shortest lines i’ve ever seen!!!!

[chantalstacys]

disney dump 🐭🎀🍦

[landoughnut]

Golfing Snack

♡ masterlist - request!

♡ pairing - lando norris x fem!reader

♡ summary - when lando takes you out to golf, it ends up with him having his favorite snack (hint: it's not a food ;)

♡ warnings - smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fluffyish, public (but no ones around)

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.31k | ahaha this is my first time writing smut so I apoligize if it's not good!! let me know any ideas you have, xoxo

It was hot out. Really hot. You were out at a golf course with your boyfriend, Lando. He loved taking you with him, you were like his personal cheerleader. Lucky for both of you, today no one seemed to be around, most likely due to the extreme heat, so you had a nice spot to yourselves. 

To say you didn’t enjoy playing would be a lie, but you much preferred watching him as his muscles became very prominent when he swung his club. You also enjoyed how he looked while sweating, and more often than not, he would end up taking his polo shirt off which gave you a view to die for. 

Currently, you were sitting in his own private golf caddy, dressed in what must be the one of the shortest skirts Lando has ever seen you in. Your white top matched the skirt, and you were amused at the amount of glances Lando gave your chest, since it did show quite a bit of cleavage.

He thought you looked like the sweetest thing in the world, and it had him playing worse than normal. 

You watched as he began to line up his next hit, and he once again looked over at you, his cheeks somehow flushing even more. He was wearing a backwards cap over his curls, and you loved the sight. He tried his best to get a perfect shot, since one of the reasons for bringing you out was to impress you. 

After a few minutes more of watching Lando, you lift your sunglasses onto your head and let out a loud sigh to get his attention. 

“Babyyy,” you drag out and hop out of your seat. 

He lifts his head up and turns towards you, he chews the inside of his cheek, looking up and down at your glowing skin and cheeky smile. He wipes the sweat off of his eyebrows, “What’s up? You know, you’ve been distracting me all day,” he chuckles, leaning against his club.

“What can I say,” you grin. “Anyway, I’m getting bored, I’ve tanned enough today,” you say as you stretch your arms above your head. 

He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer to him, not sparing a glance at his golf club that fell over. “Well then, I can’t have my sweet girl being bored now, can I? What would you like to do, angel?” Lando places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his fingers tracing your jaw. 

You look up at him and flutter your eyelashes, and give him an “innocent” smile. Although he knows that it is anything but. You get on your tiptoes and bring your lips towards his ear, “I don’t see anyone around, you know.” 

He lets out a groan, and looks down at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. He chews his bottom lip, pretending to think the idea over. Of course he wasn’t going to say no, he was practically obsessed with you. “You know what? I think you, baby, are a genius.” 

“C’mon!” You begin to tug him towards the golf cart, as you follow excitedly behind you. His eyes dropping to your skirt was one gust of wind away from giving him a show. You stop short and he bumps into your back, causing you to now groan at the feeling of him being hard, pressed up against you. 

He brings his face down and starts pressing hot kisses down your neck, then onto your collarbone. Your head drops back against his chest and your breathing picks up as his right hand starts trailing down to your skirt. He lifts it up slightly and can hardly contain a moan at the sight of your white panties, with an intricate lacy design.

“Shit, pretty girl, you must be trying to kill me,” he says. His hands drop when you turn around towards him and cup his face, bringing his lips to yours. 

He returns your kiss with just as much passion, if not more, and his hands go under your thighs, lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. You wrap your legs tightly around his hips and he licks your bottom lip. He pulls back for a second, admiring you, “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“I love you too,” and then he went back to devouring you. He takes a few steps towards the cart and places you down on the leather seat. You look up at him and blush as he leans down and starts kissing down your chest and stomach. Your back arches slightly off of the seat when he reaches the inside of your thighs. 

“Mm, so beautiful,” he gives you a small smile, looking up at you. You smile back and take the cap off of his head, tossing it somewhere behind you so you can run your fingers through his curls. 

His eyes flutter shut at your comforting touch and he presses feather kisses up and down both of your thighs, which is sweet but you begin to get needy since he keeps avoiding the place you need him most.

He flips up your skirt and his eyes widen as the damp patch you’ve left on your panties. He feels himself get harder, if possible, and places a kiss right on top of the wet spot. 

You jump slightly and let out a breath. Lando brings his thumb to your pussy, and admires as he starts rubbing over the soaked fabric. You whimper at the feeling, your head falling slightly to the side. 

“This is so pretty, baby, I’ll have to get you a new pair,” Lando says before he rips them in half so you are exposed to him. You gasp at the sudden air blowing against your already sensitive slit. 

Before you can say anything his mouth is on you and you are a goner. He licks, and sucks, and brushes his teeth over your clit. You tug at his hair, causing him to groan, and it only encourages him more. 

Unless you’re hearing things, you swear you can hear him let out a few whimpers and he eats you out. He seems to enjoy how you try your best to keep your moans to a minimal volume. “Fuck,” he groans against you, and it feels divine.  

He continues licking and kissing you everywhere and starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. You gasp and further arch against the seat, looking down at him with his knees on the grass. He looked beautiful, shining in a light coat of sweat, shirtless, with his curls all messy from you playing with them. 

After just a few more seconds of him increasing his pace, you feel yourself reaching your high and you cover your mouth as you let out a particularly high pitched moan. He studies your face, how blissed out you look, how angelic you are. “Lando, b-baby, I’m coming, oh my-” you gasp. 

“Cum for me, love, let me taste you,” he mumbles against you, “please,” he whines. That’s all you have to hear before you are cumming onto his mouth, which laps up every single drop you give him. You pant as the waves of unexplainable pleasure pass through you.

He moans as he tastes you, eyes rolling up and hands desperate holding onto your thighs. “You taste like heaven,” he whispers once he’s finished you off. 

You fall back into the seat and have a dazed smile as you watch your boyfriend stand back up, bringing his mouth to yours in a soft, loving kiss. You sigh as the taste of yourself in his mouth. You bring your hand up and twirl some of his hair. “Your turn now?” He chuckles and shakes his head. 

You frown and he grins, “When we get back home, love,” he winks.

[mingtinysworld]

Shards of Lust

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1k

Summary: you see your boyfriend sporting a new finger accessory and he notices you staring. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if he didn’t show you what he could do with it right?

Warnings: MDNI, fingering, sharp object included don’t actually do this irl

Network: @newworldnet

A/n: OK SO RIDKSJSKSK THE FINGER THINGS LIKE HELLO it’s actually been driving me crazy. I want to be fingered by him so bad like you don’t understand. Also sorry this was the shortest I’ve ever written💀 but hope you still enjoyed. Please like, comment and reblog ilyyyy. - J:)

You wake up groggily, slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. As you sit up in bed you can see Yunho getting ready in the hotel mirror. He’s almost ready for the Coachella stage, just finalizing accessories and details. He looks very handsome in his black suit, looking like he’s ready for a business meeting.

You let out a sleepy sound and catch Yunho's attention through the mirror. He gives you a soft smile and you attempt to give him a smile back, even though your eyes are almost glued shut. You crawl to the edge of the bed and sprawl out, looking at him upside down.

"Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" He asks.

"I guess. The time change is still messing with me though." You say with a pout.

"Aww baby, I know. It's alright, next week we'll be home and you can sleep in peace." He assures.

You nod along as your eyes graze over every inch of him. You observe the strange ring like accessories that he's putting on. He slides them on with ease and then flexes his hand in and out. You feel hypnotized and feel your eyes boring into the mirror. You unfold yourself from your pretzel form and go to stand behind Yunho.

You fit your chin against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his waist, breathing him in. He tilts his face downward and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Hi baby." He says gently. When you don't say anything and just freeze, he's concerned for a split second. He follows your line of sight and sees your transfixed stare on his hand. You're looking at the contraption that sits prettily on his index and middle finger with curiosity. It makes his hand look robotic almost, and the sharp tips glow menacingly, weirdly inviting in a way.

He watches you take it in, totally enjoying your reaction. He's pretty sure he can read your filthy thoughts at this point, from the way your breathing has stopped completely.

"You really love these, huh?" He asks with a knowing smirk. He wiggles his fingers, and you're broken out of your trance. You redden as you try to act normal, clearing your throat and making eye contact with Yunho.

"I-i mean I just think they're really cool! I've never seen anything like it." You trail off uncertainly.

He turns around to face you and grabs your elbows to guide you to the edge of the bed once more. He sits you down gently and crouches in front of you, looking up with sultry eyes.

"Do you want a demonstration?" He questions. You give him a quizzical look, mind completely blanking.

"W-what? A demonstration of what?" You ask with a nervous gulp.

He flexes his hand and looks down at it. "How this works. How it feels." He leans closer, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

"Please." You plead with a hushed murmur. You’re not exactly sure what you’re pleading for. His lips are finally on yours and he kisses you with a quiet intensity, stroking your exposed thighs. You hum into his mouth, enjoying the feel of his touch on your skin. He drags his hands up higher to the waistband of your shorts and tugs lightly. You get his message and lift your hips high enough for him to slip off the material. He takes your underwear with it, leaving your bottom half exposed. You wiggle a bit impatiently and he stills your moving hips with a firm hand.

"Now be good for me alright? I don't have much time so let's make the best of it." He reminds you of the fact that he has to leave for rehearsals soon. You stay still and anticipate what's to come. He spreads your plush thighs apart, strings of arousal stretching in between. He chuckles quietly to himself and moves even closer. He lays his whole palm against your cunt and you shudder from the feel of the cold metal against your most intimate part.

He moves up and down slightly, making you release shallow breaths. Still keeping eye contact with you, he slowly enters one armored finger. He goes slow as to not hurt you with the sharp tip, although you wish he would just destroy you. He gauges your reaction and is pleased when he sees you trying so hard to not squirm. He speeds up the force of his finger and you gasp and hold on to his shoulder.

"Another one please." You choke out.

Yunho looks at you concerned for a second, but immediately complies as he sees the state you're in. Your eyes are glistening with unshed tears and your mouth is making the most sinful sounds. He can feel his pants tightening with every whimper you let out, but his focus is totally on you for today.

He adds a second finger and you can feel the noticeable stretch instantly. His unforgiving pace makes you see stars and you clench around him, making him groan with gritted teeth. You squeeze his shoulder again, needing something to ground you. The cold metal drags against your walls and sharpens the tight feeling in your core. Once he hits your spongy spot you're done for. Your orgasm washes over you and you gasp from the intensity of it.

Yunho pulls his fingers out and sees that the metal is completely covered in your juices. Before you can stop him he puts the fingers in his mouth and makes a show of licking every inch clean. You groan in humiliation and throw yourself back to lay flat. He chuckles at you and grabs tissues to help clean you up. You stare at the ceiling and process everything. You loved the experience so much, wanting to do it all over again.

Once you're clean and clothed Yunho gets ready to leave, he kisses you goodbye and heads to the door. He gives you a silly finger wave and you wave right back, but before he can shut the door behind him, you hold it open and lean towards him and whisper.

"I think we might have to make that lil gadget into a regular occurrence."

[momotorin]

shared blankets (but we'll be sleeping on different beds)

nerd!momo x campus crush!sana | fluff, smut | men dni!

thank you so much for @jeongmosimp 's amazing request and idea (p.s: sorry it took so long but here it is!)

in the first week of university, momo, in her thickly rimmed glasses, goes up to the room assigned to her.

god, it hurt her ears as 'lovefool' by the cardigans was on full blast, by some shitty speaker as it was rumbling the ground with its bass.

she sighs, knocking— goes on for once, twice, until she opens the door with her left hand, sneakily going in the room.

momo finds a figure, dancing with all her heart. the girl; hair tied up nicely with a pink hair tie, in a tank top, and the shortest shorts she's ever seen. momo stands on the doorframe in utter shock, some sort of a star struck daze, perhaps, as she assumed that the woman only comes from her dreams.

the song comes to an end, and suddenly all is silent, the woman in front of momo sighs.

"AH!" the woman says in shock, finding momo and her luggage, standing just right there— hands in pockets, eyes staring right at her.

"oh, um," momo quickly reached out for the keys she was given with and dangles it in front of her face. "1129?"

sana stands still for a while, trying to recollect what she had done in the past minute that might've been embarrassing, as this was literally: "oh, roommate, right," she laughs awkwardly, as she ditches the broom to make way and accommodate her future (cute) roommate. "come right in," she says. "sorry if i..."

the other girl chuckles, "don't worry about it."

"well- um," sana leads her right in, going to the common area of the room. "your room's on the left."

"thanks," the other girl smiles. oh good heavens, how this woman saves. "um, i’m momo," she reaches out for her hand, asking for a handshake. who was sana to deny? "i study aeronautical engineering."

as if she couldn't get any better. sana takes her hand, gladly, as she flashes the woman a smile. "minatozaki sana," sana shook momo's hand. "i study psychology."

momo retracts her hand from sana's warm one, and hoped that it wouldn't be over.

"well," momo sighs. "i guess, see you later? i'll set up my stuff and i can help later cleaning the area."

sana chuckles, "oh, no, no," she refutes. "don't even bother. you just moved. take a rest after you set up your room, hm?"

momo just nods, smiling as she went into her room. it wasn't the most spacious, but it had a full sized bed, surprisingly new, and the windows were shining a light directly to the tables and the bed. there were a couple of shelves, a sizable closet, and it was perfect, as momo can put it.

she's in it for a good and long time.

for the first few days, momo was literally stuck on doing things inside of the room.

“hey,” mina greets from outside of their dorm door. “no roommate yet?”

“uh, no,” sana chuckles as she lets her friend in the common area. “she actually moved two or three days ago? i'm not really sure,” sana pauses for a little while to recollect her memory. “but yeah, she's a sweetheart. she's just quite shy.”

momo, half awake and half asleep, goes to the bathroom, not minding to pass by sana and mina.

“see,” sana chuckles at the sight of her. “she's just…”

“yeah,” mina inched closer to sana, whispering— “you like her.”

mina received a huge laugh and a playful slap from sana. “don't be silly,” sana says. “i’ve only known her for three days.”

those days turned into a week, a month, and two months.

it was midterms week, momo's extra extra stressed finishing her midterm plates and equations on the dining table. sana just came home from her last night class, and sighs as she goes in, her body being consumed by the warmth of the dorm.

she smiles at the sight of momo, focused, eyebrows clinched together in the middle as she's so careful in making that line with her ruler. after she finishes that line, sana says, “hey.” that shocked momo, and she's just glad that she got her micron pen out of the way of her plate. “busy night?” sana asked.

“yeah,” momo chuckles. “sorry i have my things all over the table,” momo comes up to fix the other side of the table, leaving some room for sana. she knows that sana would also study at the same space, for some reason she doesn't know. a change of scenery, she guesses. “just finished your classes?”

sana hums as she takes out her books from her bag. “finished my first midterms test,” she says. “you?”

“oh, well,” momo just sighs as she continues on her plate. “this,” she says, pointing to the one she's doing, “and this,” she points to the one on her left. “and this.” she points to the one on her right. “quite a handful, but i’ll finish them soon.”

“don't rush it,” sana smiles. “i know you'll do just fine. or better, you'll do great.”

momo asks “why'd you say so?”

“you're working hard for it, momo,” sana says. “plus, i always find you like this, you know? i feel like we never really talked because you're always so focused. not that it's a bad thing, but i just really wanna know my roommate.”

momo just nods, “what do you wanna know then, sana?”

“dunno,” sana chuckles as she opens her textbook. “what's your favorite color?”

momo smiles as she draws another line on her intricate plate. “purple. yours?”

“pink.” sana smiles. “why'd you study aeronautics?”

“i like planes,” momo chuckles. “my dad used to take me to the airstrip and wondered how they could do that, so, i ended up here. what about you, sana?”

“oh, um,” sana hesitates to answer. “it’s just an interest of mine.”

“really?”

“yeah, but,” sana sighs. “it’s a family thing. my mom's a general surgeon, and my dad is an optometrist, and naturally they want their kid to be like them as well. i don't hate psychology, it was something i liked too, but it's just that…”

“you forced yourself to like it?” momo asked.

“kinda like that,” sana sighs. “but en-”

“what do you really want to be?”

“kindergarten teacher,” sana says, flipping her book to the next page. “or a writer, something like that.”

they fall into silence for a few seconds, as momo started to get concentrated on the line she was drawing.

“did you eat already, sana?” momo suddenly asks.

“um- oh, not yet, actually.”

momo then stands up, gets two cups of ramen, heats the water, and sits by the kitchen counter, waiting for the water to boil.

sana just lets herself admire momo for a minute— hair tied up neatly in a bun, thick black rimmed glasses, and in her hello kitty pajamas, sana swears she never saw a person look that good.

in her head, sana giggles at the sight, but she fawns away the moment momo looks at her.

sana, under the dim dinner light, concentrated on her notes. momo can't help but stare at the woman just in front of her, the woman who shares her dorm with, the woman whom she wishes to do gestures for.

the water kettle clicks to a finish, and momo reaches for it, pouring generously on both cups.

“do you like your ramen spicy, sana?” momo asks, arguing whether she'd put more seasoning on sana's cup.

she sees sana nod, smiling at her. cute. momo shrugs at the thought and just finishes hers and sana's cup of ramen.

she puts sana's ramen just beside the book she was reading, “eat up,” momo says. “you wouldn't be able to remember anything if you don't have energy.”

“thanks,” sana smiles. “this is perfect, thank you.”

“no worries.” momo eats hers on the kitchen counter, afraid to spill on some of her hard work on engineering plates.

their questions go over and over the whole night, keeping both their mouths and brains busy. sana's afraid that she could only remember momo; who has two dogs, but has four family dogs, likes to dance, secretly likes natto, makes a really good cup of instant ramen, likes aloe yogurt, and watches the korean tv show the penthouse.

momo wakes up to a fridge filled with a pack of aloe yogurt with a note: thanks for the ramen last night, i’ll make sure to ace my exams, momo!

oh, such sweetness.

“what do you mean you're roommates with minatozaki sana?” jeongyeon yoo asks, quite the ramble as she was also munching away her lunch.

“um.. yeah?” momo casually answers.

“you're such a lucky person.” jeongyeon sighs.

“what for?” momo chuckles. “i mean, it's just sana.”

“what do you mean that it's just sana?!” jeongyeon exclaimed. “dude. half of the school population literally wants her despite her being just a freshman. that itself is crazy.”

“no, i mean-” momo cuts herself off at the realization. “she's nice, she studies with me, and we get along well…”

“yeah, that's sana,” jeongyeon smiles. “kind, nice, sunshine and all.”

“how'd you know?” momo asks curiously.

“girlfriend's best friend,” jeongyeon chuckles. “it's not that hard to find people if you go around, you know,” she nudges at momo. “and before you say it, no, going around is not going to different libraries. the uni’s big. it literally has like 14 streets you could visit, just go and have a little fun.”

“you know i don't do ‘fun,’ jeongyeon.” momo rolled her eyes.

“you can,” jeongyeon chuckled. “you just need a little party for you to do ‘fun.’”

sana's fun wasn't what jeongyeon was talking about.

“momo?” sana knocks on her door, and momo removes her earphones to hum loudly. “can you come out? i need a little help wi-”

“hey,” momo opens her door, adjusting her glasses. “what is it?”

they both walk to the living room, with a projector laying just on top of their coffee table.

“oh,” momo takes a look at it, and she wonders, “where'd you get this from?”

“there was a yard sale,” sana scratches her nape as she just watched momo set it up. “just a few blocks away from here, and it was ten dollars! ten! dollars!”

momo laughs, getting it to work, wiping down the lens with her hoodie, “that's a fucking steal,” she says, and the lens fires up the initial blue screen. “and it's great, look.” she points to the broken display, as it shoots to different places. “but we can't set it up here.” momo pouts, finding a good place to point the projector to.

“wanna do it in my room?” sana smirks, like having an ulterior motive, jokingly, of course.

momo stares at her, laughing, “if you say so.”

a few fixes and ‘careful’s from sana later, momo has set up the projector in sana's room.

“there,” momo sighs, sitting down as she hands sana the hdmi cable. “just plug this in somewhere and it should work.”

sana takes it, and plugs it to her laptop, “whoa!” sana's eyes sparkled at the simple projection of her screen to her wall. “it's big.”

“well, yeah,” momo grunts, standing up to go back to her room. “just call me if you need h-”

“momo,” sana calls out. “what's your favorite movie?”

“um,” momo's hand was gripping sana's door knob, wanting to stay, but also wanting to get out. “monsters inc?”

sana laughs, looking at momo, “okay then,” she searches it up, “come,” she chuckles, patting the spot beside her. “if you have free time, stay.”

momo smiles as she takes the spot beside sana, hesitant, so she leaves a little space as sana searches for the movie.

momo observes— the delicate flow of sana's hair down to her shoulders, the curve of her upper lips, the ridge of her nose holding her eyeglasses (momo figured that sana uses contacts in uni), the little cleft of her chin, and momo has never seen such a sight: one that she wants to consume her, wholly and fully.

momo snaps out of her daze when sana shifts closer to her, and the movie starts with the familiar disney film intro.

it became a usual thing. every saturday, sana and momo spend their time cooped up in sana's bed, watching some movie, every week alternating from sana's favorites, to momo's favorites, and so on.

i mean, momo couldn't miss out on a good movie, and sana just wants to put the projector in use, so it's definitely a win for the both of them.

but sana definitely thinks it's a win: she hears momo blabber about things when they watched interstellar, it left her in awe that she couldn't explain. momo's just so soft, and she just wants to launch herself at her fluff to listen to her talk about interdimensional places. she wants movie night to be forever, so that she could listen to momo, again and again, until they end up in her blankets, cooped up into a ball as they hug each other.

momo doesn't admit to herself that she likes to cuddle with sana. she tells herself that she doesn't like the way sana presses her head on her chest, the way sana mumbles different words on her sleep (sometimes even her name), and the way that sana pulls her closer, holding tight at the back of her clothes. but in her sleep, momo wraps her arms around sana, enveloping her to a warm hug, that sana ends up sleeping on her chest, and her head on top of her hair.

but she doesn't flinch, she doesn't falter, and she just lets it happen— the warmth, the light brush of their pajamas on each other, the smell of sana's blankets, and she realizes, she wants to lock them in this pocket of time, the quiet, the calm, and something momo can't put a word for just yet.

sana always wakes up first, trying to get a sight of momo, tracing her eyebrows, caressing her cheek, running a finger on her nose bridge to its center; sana thinks it's fucking stupid, for all she is, she's just momo's roommate and they just watch movies every saturday, that's why they end up like this. sana pretends to fall asleep to wake up to momo's pancakes, and sana smiles about something she can't put a name on just yet.

momo, as intelligent as she is, is shit at parties.

she doesn't know how to play beer pong, she can't command a dare, and she can't handle shit. well, “holy fuck,” jeongyeon says, herding a half-sober, half-drunk momo from one of the couches. “you're smashed. what did you do?”

“jeongyeon!” she exclaimed, almost kissing the woman who falters away from her touch. she pouts. “jeongyeon..”

“what the hell happened to you?”

“dunno,” momo laughs, drunk. “made me drink a lot with something that was definitely! not! beer! but to be honest, it was so good…”

jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses, “is sana here?”

“dunno either!” momo laughs once more. “been finding her the whole night, too.”

momo's damned because her head hurts, and she doesn't know where to find her dorm key, she's so fucked when she tells sana she lost it.

“fuck,” momo slurs. “i need sana…”

“‘kay, damn,” jeongyeon says, getting her phone out to call her girlfriend, mina. “hey, honey,” she says over the phone. “momo's finding sana. where is she?”

“got home, i guess, honey,” mina says. “haven't found her the whole night either.”

“hmm, okay,” jeongyeon says. “ok, i’ll hang now. meet you later. love you, honey!”

mina chuckles over the phone, “love you too! be careful!”

“okay,” jeongyeon puts back her phone on her jean pocket, “she's not here. what if you try calling her?”

“i tried, ‘kay? she just isn't fucking answering…” momo slurs, taking another red cup of spiked coke, probably has something in it. “it's getting a little frustrating.”

“shh.” jeongyeon says, rubbing a hand on momo's back. “there you go.” she points at the east, somewhere on the stairs, where she sees sana go down with a couple of other girls. something in momo's stomach was bubbling, and she's sure that it's not acid reflux from the alcohol she's consuming.

momo makes a run for it, tapping sana's shoulder, “hey,” she says, mentally patting herself on the back for trying her best not to fall down the ground. “um, i just want to,” momo was lost in her train of thought as sana stares at her, her eyes, brown, glistening under the varying party lights, and the sound drowns, it fades, and “oh, yeah, the- um- dorm key. i kinda lost it. or i don't know, i-”

sana pulls her by the hand, going outside the party, almost slipping on the floor. “hey!” she says, panting, as they reach the end of a street. “what the hell?”

“you're fucking drunk,” sana holds her by the cheeks, checking all of her facial features that screams: i'm drunk, let's go home and let me kiss you! “what did you do, momo?”

“i lost,” momo chuckles. “by like… a lot! they made me chug down half a bottle of soju, sana. but you know, it's better than kissing someone else! i mean, apart from the fact that you could get this drunk,” momo chuckles again, now looking at her shoes. “so um, the dorm key?”

sana pulls momo closer by her jacket, running her hand to the inner pocket of it, opening one by the zipper on the left chest of it, and sana pulls, “here,” she hands momo the key. “you really wanna go home without me?”

“yeah,” momo says. honest, abrupt, and sure. “but i don't want to go home without you just yet.”

“great,” sana chuckles, and pulls her by the hand once more, going to her car. “i don't want to put you to bed so drunk. sober up with me.”

“hm, ‘kay,” momo carefully gets inside sana's car. they drive off to a highway, and momo can't make anything up because of the stupid headache, the lights, and sana. “oh, sana,” she suddenly blurts out, in all her drunkenness. “did you do the dares too? the kissing stuff.”

“oh, i don't lose like that,” sana laughs. “if you're worried about me kissing anyone, don't be. i’d rather be kissing someone else. how about you?”

“did everything but the kissing,” momo smiles at her. “i feel a little stupid when it comes to that part. i haven't had any kisses ye-”

“wanna try?” sana suddenly asks, finally stopping in front of a taco bell. she's just thankful that it's still open, but she's anticipating momo's answer.

“well, if it doesn't hurt,” momo inches closer to her, letting sana cup her cheek once more. “if it's you, then, g-”

sana captures her lips in a kiss, sweet, one tasting of strawberry, gin, soju, and some other punch flavor. momo thinks, feels, that it was nice: sana's lips were so soft against hers, and she can't help but pull her closer, holding her by the waist, just letting sana melt into her mouth.

they pull away, breathless, momo felt restless when sana pulled away.

“you're a fucking natural,” sana taps her shoulders. “c’mon, you need to have something warm or else you'd wake up with a bad headache.”

“i kinda want another one,” momo laughs, but sana's already cupping her cheek, pulling her closer to her breath, and momo latches onto her softness like she'd never felt before: like the sky on new year's eve, or a flying jet, just gliding through the highest of heights, one she knew she couldn't reach. “fuck,” momo sighs after the kiss, pulling away from sana as she smiles. “you're um-,” momo pauses as she goes down sana's car. “a good kisser. you're a good kisser, sana.”

“yeah,” sana wraps an arm on her shoulders, guiding her to the entrance of some taco bell. “and you're shit faced drunk.”

“yeah…” momo sighs, seeking comfort in sana's neck as she leans. “i hope i won't forget this.”

momo doesn't forget it. and fuck, the headache really came crashing into her.

“pick up,” momo nervously taps with her shoes, just outside the lecture hall. “jeongyeon!” she says over the phone, relief of confiding in someone.

“what the hell,” jeongyeon grunts over the phone. “what happened, momo?”

“i- um-,” momo sighs. “well you missed the first class, but yeah, um- can you meet me at the library later? there's something i need to tell and y-”

“yeah, yeah,” jeongyeon sighs. “you were drunk and did stupid shit… is it the first time you got drunk, momo?”

“no,” momo says. half lying, she did get drunk before (she guesses) “but it's the first time i got drunk and…”

“it's sana, isn't it?” jeongyeon laughs.

“yeah,” momo sighs. “but i need you to talk with me, okay? i can’t get this shit together.”

sana wakes up, tucked into her bed, with a hoodie and some sweatpants on, totally different from what she wore last night.

she also has a headache, one that can rip the center of her brain out. god, she remembers last night that she could have an exam about it and get an a+.

she looks at her nightstand, which has a note with a glass of water and hangover medicine: hey, sana, i changed you into your clothes (don't worry i didn't see you naked, plus, i was also fucking smashed even after taco bell) breakfast is on the table, and take the medicine after eating. hope you have a good day. — momo.

sana laughs. oh god, she's just so sweet: she made pancakes, some bacon, and didn't forget the syrup on the side.

if there's one thing sana wishes, for this to be a perfect morning, is that momo is beside her, also having the same breakfast, overspreading butter on her pancakes, taking a bite of it, as she holds her hand beneath the table.

she takes out her phone, calls her best friend, “mina, i think i'm liking momo a little too much. is it bad?”

“you're so down bad,” jeongyeon giggles as she takes a sip of her boba (definitely sponsored by momo). “just kiss her again, i guess.”

“the hell?” momo says. “i can’t just come up to her and kiss her. i mean, i'm not even sure if she likes me. she let me kiss her probably because she pities me since i haven't got my first kiss.”

jeongyeon laughs, “sana's not that dumb, momo. for all i know, sana's fucking smart. she's a president's lister.”

“yeah, i know that part,” momo sighs. “but you know, maybe she really just… was a good friend to me that she let me kiss her.”

“for a genius,” jeongyeon fixes momo's eyeglasses. “you're so damn stupid that it hurts me. you're also my friend. did i let you kiss me knowing that you're a full ass virgin? hell fucking no!”

“why do you have to be so loud,” momo half-screams, half-whispers. “but sana's nicer than you. she's the type to be nice enough to pity someone without a first kiss.”

“for fucks sake,” jeongyeon holds both momo's shoulders. “you're in love with sana. sana likes you around. sana likes you. hell, sana even loves you that much. trust me, ‘kay?”

“okay,” momo sighs. “so how do i tell her…”

instead of having a saturday movie night, momo invites sana to a restaurant downtown, somewhere a little far from their university. before being there, momo got into a panic: arguing with herself whether she'd keep her glasses or finally break in her contacts, well, she did the contacts instead, along with a dress shirt, carefully tucked inside her dress pants, and a blazer. well, it wasn't like she was going to work, but she just wanted to be at least presentable.

sana comes two minutes after their arranged time, in a black dress, hair nicely straightened out. momo has seen sana for so many times already, but she's never not left in awe.

sana chuckles, “hi,” she greets as momo pulls the other chair for her. “oh, thanks,” momo lets her sit down before coming back to her side. “sorry if i was late.”

“no worries,” momo says. “go order, it's my treat.”

“no way,” sana chuckles as she looks at the menu. “it's a date. we should split the bill.”

momo pauses. it's already a date? “well,” momo giggles as she looks through the menu. “if you say so.”

momo orders for the both of them, and their food arrives shortly after.

until then, sana breaks the silence, “so,” sana says as she turns her fork to eat her pasta. “why'd you ask me on a date, momo?”

momo sighs, well, it's good that she should know, “i-um,” momo pauses as she thinks of how she can say, “well, i figured out a couple of things on my own, and found out that i like you.”

sana laughs, “i like you too,” she says, looking into momo's eyes, sparkling, bright, under the dim light of the restaurant: sana has never seen such a sight, one full of adoration, a reciprocated feeling and something very sure. “i guess i liked you since you came into the room.”

“oh,” momo laughs in relief. “what? wait… since i went inside our dorm?”

“yeah,” sana says. “i mean, what's not to like about you? you're smart, you're cute, you're caring, so…”

“oh, sana,” momo chuckles, holding sana's hand that was on the table, fiddling with it. “i guess we should just take it slow. we have all the time in the world.”

sana likes that it's just them: momo's little blabber about planes, sana's little touches on momo's hand, momo's glances that shows all of her feelings, and it all falls down into place as it is just the two of them, momo and sana.

they go home after a couple of drinks, not drunk, just buzzed, and momo held sana's hand the whole time as they drove to their dorm.

as soon as they arrive, sana pulls momo in a deep, sweet kiss.

“hey,” momo giggled as they pulled away. “shoes, baby.”

“oh, right.” sana blushes, both from the fact that she's so excited to kiss momo, and from the nickname momo has said. they go into their dorm, shoes off, hand in hand, and momo pulls her back for a kiss, leading sana to her room.

in a heated pace, sana clasps and removes momo's blazer, dropping it on her floor. sana trails her kisses to momo's jaw, to the crevices of her exposed collarbone as she slowly unbuttons momo's dress shirt, slow but wanting as momo leans to her, moaning like asking more.

“sana,” momo says in barred breaths. “fuck, how do i say this,” momo sighs as she guides sana to her bed. “i- um- have a-”

sana laughs, tracing her hand on her clothed thigh. “i know,” she whispered. “i know that, baby.”

sana starts to palm momo's hard on, printing on her trousers.

“i can’t help but notice,” sana says, still moving her hands up and down momo's erection. “you're so big,” sana chuckles lowly as she ghosts her fingers on the button of momo's trousers. “you don't think i don't stare at you when you have those sweatpants on, baby? you don't think that i can’t hear you when you jerk off?”

“fuck,” momo moans out, as sana removes her pants along with her boxers, and her length springs out to meet her abs. “sana…”

“so big,” sana glides her finger on the tip, collecting momo's precum. “it can't wait to fill me up, hm?”

momo squirms, something unfamiliar brews in her stomach, a want, a need, something sana can only bring out, and she pulls sana to lock with her lips once more, as she pumps her hand on momo's length.

“so needy,” sana laughs as they pull away from each other, but she keeps a steady pace on momo's length. “undress me.”

momo doesn't need another word, and immediately goes to sana's back to remove the zipper of her dress, latching her mouth with hers, sloppily inserting her tongue to touch sana's, tasting her fully, as sana rises above her, straddling her abdomen with need.

“you're so fucking hot,” momo moans out, unclasping sana's delicate black lace bra. “mmh.” she hums, latching on sana's hardened nipple as she kneads on the other nub.

sana's hands flung to momo's hair, holding a certain grip, making momo suck on her tits further. sana makes momo pull away, and momo breathes heavily.

“momo, please,” sana whines at the pressure building between her thighs, seeping to momo's abdomen. “i‘ve been so wet,” she says. “please.”

“fuck,” momo hooks her fingers underneath the waistband of sana's panties and helps her remove it, the wetness of her pussy now directly on her stomach. sana lowers, her wetness gliding on momo's cock, coating every ridge, every vein, as she helps momo enter inside her sopping, tight hole. “so fucking tight.” momo grunts, holding onto sana's waist as she bounced, up and down, taking the pace slow, wanting to take momo's inches carefully.

momo then sits up, holding sana closer to her, as she sinks on her length, moaning at the stretch. momo pulls sana once more into a kiss, one that was slow, “take your time, darling,” she whispers. “we have all night.”

sana smiles, bouncing up and down on momo, using her shoulders as her leverage.

“fuck,” momo grunts as she pushes sana down, her hole clenching. momo flips them over, not pulling out of sana, and she carefully gets sana into fours. she kisses the delicate skin of sana's back as she thrusted, holding onto her waist tightly, pushing into the deepest parts of her and sana arches, letting momo use her. “g’nna cum, baby?” momo's pace inside becomes faster as she leans into sana, her hand travelling to her clit to circle it. sana clenches on momo's length and momo lets out a grunt, pushing inside sana's tightness.

“more, ah,” sana thrusts back on momo's pace. “inside me, please.”

“mmh,” momo lightly slaps sana's ass as their skin touches. “such a good little slut for me.”

sana smirks, as she also tightens around momo's length, coming without warning.

momo holds onto her, going in and out at such a crazy pace that made sana's eyes roll back on her eyelids. momo's seed spurts inside of sana's walls, coating every side of it, and she pulls out, quite spent, as she lays sana down slowly.

she places one last kiss on sana's pussy, lapping up the remaining juices, careful to not overstimulate her. she goes up to see sana, her arms opened, ready for momo to succumb to.

momo sighs, looking at sana “sorry, i-”

“no, momo, i told you to… so it's okay,” sana chuckles, fixing momo's hair. “plus, i'm on the pill.”

“m’kay,” momo smiles as she closes her eyes, being fully consumed by sana's afterglow. “oh fuck.” momo suddenly sits up, sprinting to her bathroom, removing her contact lenses.

sana chuckles as she follows momo shortly after, “everything alright, darling?”

“yeah,” momo says, putting the contact lenses on their case. “just the contact lenses, i forgot that i have them today,” momo laughs. “do you need anything? like hoodies or something… it's quite cold here.”

“i need a you, kinda,” sana jokes. “but yeah, your hoodie would be great.”

momo smiled as she went outside the bathroom, pulling a fresh hoodie from her closet. “here,” momo giggled, helping sana pull it over on herself. “warm enough?”

“not quite,” sana pulls momo to the bed, hugging her tightly, as she kissed momo's forehead. “you're just too damn cute.”

“no, you're even cuter,” momo chuckles as she looks up at sana. “but you know, we kinda need to brush our teeths first before sleeping…”

“god, you're also toothbrush police,” sana jokingly rolls her eyes as they went to the bathroom once more, and momo reaches out for a spare toothbrush. “i could've just gotten my toothbrush from my r-”

“no,” momo held her hand as she brushed her teeth with the other. “your room's too far.”

“so dramatic too,” sana laughs as she puts some toothpaste on her new toothbrush. “my room is literally twelve steps away from yours.”

momo shrugs it off and says, “still far.”

that's how they end up on momo's bed, curled up into each other, in this little pocket of space and time.

momo looks up at her familiar empty ceiling as sana lays her head on momo's chest.

“you know,” sana looks up at momo. “i really like it when you sleep with me in my bed.”

“i’ll do you one better,” momo shifts, looking deeply into the pool of sana's honey brown eyes in the moonlight seeping through momo's windows. “i like it better when you sleep on my bed.”

“yeah, really?” sana chuckles. “wanna bet on who has the comfier bed?”

“oh, it'll be mine, baby,” momo giggles and pulls sana by the waist as they lay on their sides. “i have way more pillows than you do. plus,” she pulls out a big pompompurin plush toy behind her. “i have a little friend.”

“that’s just cheating,” sana pouts. “okay, you win, you do have the better bed.”

“hm, i’d still beg to argue.” momo says. “if i got you in any bed, i think i’d be able to sleep fine.”

“why?”

“don't you think i can't feel what you do to me in my sleep?”

sana was stunned. “h-how…?”

“i'm never a heavy sleeper, darling,” momo says. “and you've taught me to be so that i could feel how you touch my face when i sleep. and you mumble my name in yours, how cute.”

sana was blushing, unable to speak, now that her biggest guilty pleasure was known.

“you can do that to me now, while i'm still awake,” momo chuckles. “i think i’d like that if you'd do it forever.”

"if you say so," sana pulls momo closer, letting momo now lay on her chest. she puts a hand on her cheek, brushing it on the soft skin, feeling the warmth of momo's face against her cold hands. "god," sana chuckles as she runs her finger across momo's eyebrow, and she sees momo giggle, teeth out, as she looks at her: full of spark, one that can compete with how the sun shines. "you really know how to make me melt, don't you?"

[ronniaugust]

How To Write Good Dialogue (Part 1)

I'm gonna start this by saying I'm not trying to sound like a know-it-all. I am just tired of posts like these being absolutely fucking useless. I am aware this is basically me screaming into a void and I’m more than okay with that.

This guide is meant for intermediate screenwriters, but beginners are also absolutely welcome. :)

(about me)

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I've noticed a rise in film students who want to make films that have no dialogue. Probably after your professor showed you Doodlebug, right? Fuck that.

I'll make another post about writing a short film, but all you need to know is: Don't waste the audience’s time. Most of these no-dialogue shorts have very little substance and take way too long to tell the shortest possible story. Not a good idea.

Useless Dialogue

Plain and simple, don't write useless dialogue. Useless dialogue is dialogue that just doesn't fucking matter. Dialogue matters by having ✨subtext.✨

What is subtext? Subtext is the meaning behind the action. That's it.

If I tell you that I love you and I got big doe eyes while I say it, it means I love you. If I tell you I love you through a clenched jaw without looking at you, I don't necessarily love you right now.

Simple, right? Great.

Now think about the subtext behind every line. Does your character mean what they're saying? Are they doing it to get what they want? What is going through their mind as they say it? As long as you know your character, you’ll have these answers ready to go. If you don’t, you’ll figure it out eventually. Just keep writing.

When you write your character walking into a Starbucks and saying, "One venti iced coffee," does that do something? Why do I need to see someone's boring Starbucks order? Do I need to know that your character's boring? Why are you writing a boring character? [Of course, in the rare situation where this is some revealing clue to the massive crime investigation, then it makes sense.]

Useless dialogue is any dialogue that has no meaning or purpose in your script. Delete and move on. You don't need to write entire conversations or scenes that bore us, just write what we care about.

I took a class once where my professor called a version of this "trimming the fat." Get us into your scene and out of your scene in as little time as it takes to have it achieve its full purpose in the script.

[P.S. You don’t “inject” subtext into your lines. Idk who started that vernacular in subtext teachings but I hate it.]

Show vs. Tell

I remember a glorious fight I got into with a Redditor last year about show vs. tell… TL;DR: Dialogue is “show” if you write it with intention and subtext. If someone says that dialogue is inherently “tell,” they’re wrong and can go fuck themselves.

Dialogue that is “tell” is expositional dialogue. But, hot take: Exposition isn't just in dialogue. It’s also those annoying clichés that make you roll your eyes in the theater (which we just call clichés and not exposition). I’m sure every professor I’ve had will disagree with this and then get me into a long conversation about it, but let’s ignore that for right now.

Have you ever seen a movie where a character rubs an old, worn-out photo of a young girl while looking depressed? That's exposition. That character has a dead daughter. No shit.

Clichés are incredibly annoying. We all know that. Assume that any cliché you see - in this context - is exposition and try your best not to write it. (Tropes are different and sometimes necessary, so I’m not talking about that.)

Point blank: When you have subtext in your lines, they are "show,” not “tell.”

Before moving on, I'll bring up that while technically the dead daughter photo is subtextual, it is as close to the character saying “My daughter is dead,” as you can get. Don't treat the audience like we're fucking stupid.

The First 15

If you don’t know what the Inciting Incident is, please look up “3 Act Structure” before reading this.

The first 15 pages of your script is the part that comes before the Inciting Incident. This is the part you want to get right because, although people probably won’t leave the theater, they will absolutely find something else on the streaming service they’re using. The people making said movie will also just toss your script in the trash before it’s even produced, so it's best to get it right.

Dialogue in the first 15 generally follows the same rules, but carries a heftier additional rule. All dialogue in the first 15 minutes must, must, must tell us something about your character.

Remember when I talked about that boring Starbucks order? Why is your character boring? Don’t write that. Don’t write nice characters. Or pleasant characters. Or friendly characters. No one cares.

You want empathy. This does not mean “relatable.” It means “empathetic.” There is a difference.

I personally relate to Vi in Arcane, but I empathize with Theo in Children of Men. Both are excellent, but one personally resonates a bit more with me. You cannot write a character that deeply resonates with every single person, it is impossible.

With each line of dialogue, you must be saying something about your character that generates the empathy. Instead of telling you how to do this, I’ll direct you to a movie that will do better than an explanation: Casablanca.

Watch how Rick interacts with the world. What kind of man is Rick? Watch what he does, what he says, and how he treats people and himself. Watch that empty glass on the table. Watch his contradictions. Everything. Those things matter and it’s what makes you want to watch Rick for the entire duration of Casablanca.

“Realism”

This is maybe more directorial, but make your characters human enough, not too human.

Too human is when you’ve tried your best to capture all those little life-like speech patterns. You know, the ones that no one fucking cares about.

If your character coughs, they’re sick. If they clear they’re throat, they’re uncomfortable. If a bruise isn’t going away, they’re going to die. Simple.

Every moment on screen matters. Everything the audience sees is meant to lead them to a conclusion. Not the conclusion, just a conclusion.

The realism you want is in the choices your character makes, not how many times they say “Uh,” in a sentence.

Conclusion

Dialogue matters and should not be treated lightly or without care. Once you have this all engrained in your mind, dialogue should become effortless.

If you want an excellent way to think about this, Robert McKee's Story has an excellent chapter that helped clarify this all for me. Here's an excerpt and the context.

Warning, spoilers for Chinatown.

"If I were Gittes at this moment, what would I do?"

Letting your imagination roam, the answer comes:

"Rehearse. I always rehearse in my head before taking on life's big confrontations."

Now work deeper into Gittes's emotions and psyche:

Hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel, thoughts racing: "She killed him, then used me. She lied to me, came on to me. Man, I fell for her. My guts are in a knot, but I'll be cool. I'll stroll to the door, step in and accuse her. She lies. I send for the cops. She plays innocent, a few tears. But I stay ice cold, show her Mulwray's glasses, then lay out how she did it, step by step, as if I was there. She con-fesses. I turn her over to Escobar; I'm off the hook."

EXT. BUNGALOW-SANTA MONICA

Gittes' car speeds into the driveway.

You continue working from inside Gittes' pov, thinking:

"I'll be cool, I'll be cool ..." Suddenly, with the sight of her house, an image of Evelyn flashes in your imagination. A rush of anger. A gap cracks open between your cool resolve and your fury.

The Buick SCREECHES to a halt. Gittes jumps out.

"To hell with her!"

Gittes SLAMS the car door and bolts up the steps.

Story by Robert McKee, pg 156

The context of this page is McKee's way of explaining how to write characters. I found it very helpful.

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Thanks for reading! I probably forgot something, so I made this a “part 1.”

I hope this helps someone since I’m really tired of finding short films on YouTube that are all fucking silent. The few who have done it well have been copied to death, so please write some dialogue. I promise you it’s so much better if you do.

Asks are open! :)

[duskandcobalt]

wip wednesday 💕

(and a little update)

hi hi hi, I know I’ve been super quiet on here and I truly appreciate how patient and kind you all have been with me through this shitty little period of inactivity 💖

I come to you with good news that while the big sad perseveres (unfortunately), I did have a nice holiday to Vietnam with some friends that I haven’t seen in ages and it was just what I needed and I feel SO refreshed 😊

When we got to Vietnam this was the name of our serviced apartment and it felt like a ✨sign✨ and I ended up writing a bunch on the flight home

My friends are staying with me for the next couple of weeks and work is very busy so I’m gonna do my best to finish up the next chapter of Everywhere, Everything so I can post it this weekend. I also wrote a good chunk for my Under the Weeping Willow sequel and that will probably go up next week!

Anyway, I’ll shut up now here’s the shortest little glimpse of the next chapter. I can’t post too much bc every line is a major spoiler lol 🥲😅

“Elain?” Graysen’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?

“No,” Elain should her head. She couldn’t work out why even now, after everything that had happened, she was still fighting the truth.

“You love him.”

“No,” she shook her head, hating the way tears immediately started to fall from her eyes, as if her body was rejecting the lie.

“Take off the necklace, then.” Graysen jutted his chin towards her chest, his eyebrow raised and his lips set in a hard line. “If he’s not the reason that you can’t say yes to me, if you don’t love him… take off the necklace.”

Elain stepped away from him, swallowing her nerves. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. Everything felt wrong and the air felt thick and heavy and a horrible ball of misery had settled in the pit of her stomach. “I can’t.”

She really couldn’t. She’d only ever taken it off for an x-ray or a massage. She knew it was ridiculous, that it was just a physical object and it wouldn’t be the end of the world if she did take it off, but unclasping that necklace would feel like the end of something and she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

[jupipedia]

“ do you even know my name, screw boy? ” - c. springer. the desired meets the unattainable. college au. ( probably going to be a two or three part fic. )

connie springer was, without a doubt, one of the most noncommittal, yet desired men on campus.

sure, he wasn’t as tall or built as the star quarterback eren jaeger nor was he as smart and empathetic as class president jean kirstein, but something about his impulsiveness and no existent regard for the consequence that usually followed his rash actions attracted most of the women and a few men on campus.

y/n couldn’t see the appeal in the man as she watched him almost set armin’s sleeve on fire during their chemistry lab, shaking her head and facing the professor while armin pulled his arm away and hushedly scolded connie who didn’t look the least bit apologetic as he laughed.

“since we got through the lab quicker than i expected, i’ll dismiss you all early,” the professor said, packing up her own belongings.

“are you coming out with us later? there’s this new band called denim playing at a bar downtown and a few of us want to check them out. they’re opening for femme doll, so even if you don’t like them, you’ll still be able to check out the band that i’ve been talking about,” mikasa asked, packing her things and standing up from her seat next to y/n.

“i’ll let you know how i’m feeling after practice. coach is going to be up my ass because i missed it on tuesday to go with you guys to that one pub because you wanted to spy on your boy toy,” y/n replied, copying mikasa actions.

“i wasn’t spying on him. i just heard that he would be there and wanted to know why,” mikasa defended herself, following after y/n who was walking to the end of their row.

“mhm, whatever you want to believe. we both know that you were—,” y/n said, cutting herself off once she bumped into someone, having not paid attention to where she was going as she talked over her shoulder. she found that the victim of her lack of attention was none other than connie who smirked once the two of them made eye contact. “sorry, i wasn’t paying attention.”

“no worries. it’s a pleasure to bump into you, beautiful. we should do it more often,” connie flirted with the typical smug smirk.

“yeah, never do that again,” y/n said, immediately shutting him down as she brushed by him with a pat on the chest. mikasa soon followed after her as connie continued to stare after the girl.

y/n was seeing his appeal even less after hearing the most common and boring pick up line come out of his mouth. it was their first real interaction and she was already unimpressed. and to think that he had almost every other girl swooning.

“i’m free until practice, did you want to grab lunch or do you have another class?” y/n asked mikasa who was still looking behind her. y/n snapped her fingers in front of her face in order to gain her attention. “wanna get lunch or do you have class?”

“no class, but i have my shift at the bookstore. what was that?” mikasa asked, pointing her finger behind her to the door where connie and armin were conveniently coming out of.

“his terrible attempt at flirting. you would think with all the hype around him, he’d at least have better material,” y/n said, not stopping in her words as the two walked past her.

“talk to me more often and i’ll show you better material. i can’t use my best cards at the beginning of the game, sweetheart. you’re smart, so i thought that you’d understand that,” connie spoke as he paused in his step.

“good thing i’m not interested in playing. c’mon, i’ll walk you to your shift,” y/n said, grabbing mikasa’s arm and walking away from him.

“y’know, y/n, now that i’m looking at you, i can’t say that i’m surprised that he’s taken an interest in you. i mean, you are his type,” mikasa said as she was being dragged in the direction of the bookstore.

“of course i’m his type. what man doesn’t love a girl with long legs wearing one of the shortest skirts that he’s ever seen,” y/n dropped mikasa’s arm and walked alongside her.

“and you aren’t the slightest bit interested in him? you have to admit that he’s at least handsome,” mikasa continued, earning a groan from y/n.

“if you think he’s so attractive, why don’t you go for it? do me the favor honestly.”

“no can do. i already know the man of my dreams and his name isn’t connie. let me know how your next interaction goes and i’ll see you later!” mikasa said, running towards the bookstore in order to be on time for her shift.

“there won’t be one!” y/n yelled after her before turning to walk in the direction of one of the many dining halls on their campus.

and while y/n hoped that what she was saying was true, she found herself staring up at connie from his place on the stage later that evening. she ended up being able to meet up with mikasa as her coach surprisingly took it easy on her. she made it to the bar and had a few shots before being pulled to the front of the stage by historia as the band finished setting up. she was wearing yet another skimpy skirt as she stood in the center of her friend group, watching connie pluck at the strings of his bass guitar. she hadn’t taken him for the musician type, especially one who played indie rock at a bar on a friday night. 

and he looked damn good while doing it.

he looked so good that y/n couldn’t bring herself to look away, even when he locked eyes with her and grinned. she came back to her senses once her friends crowded her and began to coo, causing her to roll her eyes and shake them off. she gave connie one last look before heading over to the bar to get another drink.

“girl, he’s after you,” mikasa said, walking up to y/n’s position at the bar after the set ended.

“yeah, i know. he made that clear this morning,” y/n said, taking the last few sips of her drink before sitting the glass down and pushing off of the bar. just as she stood up straight, she found herself chest to chest with connie and groaned before moving around him.

“so you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me on stage, but now you can’t stand the sight of me? you wound me,” connie said, following close behind the girl as she made her way through the crowd.

“i’m sure you’re used to pretty girls coming down from that musician high and realizing that they want nothing to do with you.” y/n retorted, not sparing him a glance as she talked through someone’s conversation.

“not girls as pretty as you. let me take you out sometime.”

“did you miss the part where i said i wanted nothing to do with you?”

“you don’t even know me. how would you know that you want nothing to do with me if you refuse to get to know me, gorgeous?” connie asked, stopping y/n in her tracks by stepping in front of her.

“do you even know my name, screw boy? last time i checked, it wasn’t gorgeous or beautiful,” y/n tilted her head and crossed her arms as she awaited the boy’s answer.

“i was describing you, y/n. of course i know your name.”

“right, that was a dumb question. of course you’d know the name of whichever poor, unsuspecting girl you decide to try and make your arm candy for the week. now, unless you plan to join me, i’m going outside for a smoke. thanks for the talk. next time, bring the guitar so i’ll at least have something pretty to stare at,” y/n said, successfully walking away from connie who stood in his spot, watching her walk.

“so there’s gonna be a next time?” connie asked with a boyish smile on his face.

y/n let out an amused scoff as she shrugged without turning around. “maybe.”

“so is this hard-to-get thing an act or are you genuinely not going to give him the time of day? because if it’s the latter, i may have to get on my knees and beg you to think again,” annie said, sitting across from y/n as the girl ate her lunch.

“’m not sure. his persistence is kinda cute and almost makes up for the cliche bullshit that comes out of his mouth, but he hasn’t shown any real interest in me besides for the way that i look,” y/n shrugged, taking another bite of her food.

“but he’s so pretty. and you’re super pretty. you’d look pretty good together, even if it only lasts a week,” sasha butted in.

“yeah, and if all i wanted was to be the pretty girl by a pretty boy’s side, i would’ve taken eren up on his offer in our sophomore year.”

when eren had first become known due to his position on the varsity football team, he began his reign as campus playboy. somewhere along the line, he approached y/n and her group of friends, flirting with her and asking her to give him a chance. she would’ve taken him up on it if it weren’t for his history with women because he was a good friend, just a terrible boyfriend.

“so you’re saying that you think eren is prettier than connie?” mikasa asked, looking behind y/n for a brief second before looking back at the girl.

“because if you are, i would have to agree,” annie butted in.

“if i had to really think about it, i’d probably say that connie is closer to my type,” y/n admitted, not looking up from her meal.

“yet, you still don’t want to go on one date with me? perfect chance to get to know me,” connie announced his presence as he approached the table.

“what’s in it for me besides the worst night of my life?” y/n stood up from the table with her trash in hand. “i’m done. i have to go to my internship in a few hours and have work to do before then. i’ll see you guys later.”

y/n spared connie a glance as she brushed by him and paused after taking a few steps.

that was a bit harsh. she didn’t really owe him any kind of grace. she was right to be unimpressed with his advances as she knew a bit about his romantic history if it was even fair to call it that. however, connie was right when he said that she really had no reason to dislike him. granted, he isn’t known to be the best with women, but most of what y/n “knew” about him was through rumors so it was a bit of bitch move to act like he did something to her personally.

y/n threw her head back with a sigh before turning back to the table.

“i’m done with my internship at 6. i’ll be out of the liberal arts building by 6:05. if you’re gonna take me out, might as well be for dinner. if you’re gonna be late, just don’t show up, constance. i mean it,” y/n announced before turning back around to walk to her internship.

“i’ll be there!” connie called after her, his smile visible in his tone.

“pick somewhere good.”

turns out connie’s idea of somewhere good aligned with y/n’s as he chose an italian place not too far from campus. y/n had been looking to go there with her friends once their schedules had finally aligned at a time before 8pm, but that was a rare occurrence.

she now found herself sitting across from connie with a plate of fettuccine al pomodoro sitting in front of her as connie received what she believed to be lasagna.

“so, who told you that i like italian?” y/n asked, taking a sip of the ice water that she asked for.

“mikasa might’ve tipped me off. mentioned something about a new italian place on main street. thought i’d try my luck,” connie admitted with a shrug.

“yeah, surprisingly, she’s rooting for you,” y/n paused. “so, what does getting to know the great constance springer entail?”

“well, for one, you’d learn to know that i hate being called constance. i sound like someone’s old ass grandma,” he joked, earning a short laugh for y/n.

“and what, connie sounds less elderly to you?” she joked back.

“‘s the best i could do with constance,” connie took a bite out of his piece of bread before continuing. “i picked you up from your internship, you said? what’s it for?”

“i’m a researcher. it's a good experience for when i get into whatever political science career after i graduate,” y/n explained briefly.

“what are you researching, right now? i know armin is also doing some kind of research, but i think it involves genetics or something to do with anatomy.”

“are you asking because you’re genuinely interested or because you don’t want to sit in a long, awkward silence?” y/n asked.

“a little bit of both.”

“that’s fair,” y/n said before launching into a long explanation about her internship. this turned into a conversation about her plans for the future that somehow spiraled into him talking about his family back home. their meals were soon forgotten as they spent more of the dinner talking than actually eating their food.

despite y/n explaining that she still had time to catch a bus to her apartment, connie insisted on driving her back to her place to ensure that she would get home safe. and y/n wouldn’t mind admitting that she had a good time talking to him and getting to know him beyond the rumors. he was extremely boyish and had a certain charm to him that she was starting to see the appeal of.

“thanks for walking me to my door,” y/n said as she reached the top of the steps.

“no problem, beautiful. wouldn’t miss a chance to be in your presence even if it’s just for a few more minutes,” connie offered a cheeky smile as he watched y/n roll her eyes with an amused smile on her face.

“we talked about how you need to work on your corny pick up lines. they’re awful,” y/n said, turning to unlock her door.

“are they working?” he asked.

“absolutely not.” yes, they are.

“I will leave you to the rest of your night then. i’ll see you tomorrow?” connie asked, slowly backing away from the door.

“yeah, i’ll be in chem if that’s what you’re asking,” y/n responded, leaning on the door frame.

“you’re not gonna give me your number?”

“are you asking for it?” y/n rebutted.

“no, but if you’re feeling a bit charitable, you’d be willing to give it to someone as less fortunate as me,” connie said, holding his phone out for the girl to take, which she did.

“text me some time,” y/n said, stepping into her apartment after handing him back his phone.

“does this mean you like me?” he called after her.

“you’re not bad, springer. good night,” she responded without looking back and closed the door before he could respond.

she thought that she was in the clear until she saw mikasa sitting at one of the bar stools, having been waiting for her.

“‘you’re not bad, springer’? what happened to not being interested?” mikasa teased as y/n walked by her.

“fine. i’m a little interested. he’s charming,” y/n admitted, walking into her room and dropping her belongings onto her desk chair. she was tying up her hair for her shower when she got a notification.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

pick you up in the morning?

super fucking charming.

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[bohemian-nights]

Between Heaven and Hell

Word count: ~2,003

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Nettles

Warnings⚠️: NSFW🔥

Description: A lover's tryst under the cover of a storm.

AN: This is the shortest thing I’ve written in a while, but I haven’t written for Daemon and Nettles in a while either. Enjoy 🐑

Thunder crackled in the distance. To the lovers tucked away in a cottage warm in their bed under the cover of the storm within the Mountains of the Moon, it had become mere background noise. No more than the hum of a distant tune playing during a feast from a chamber above them. Too caught up and consumed by the other in a realm of their own making to care about the early spring storm in a world outside of it.                    

He was trying to kill her. That Nettles knew.         

Knew it in the way that Daemon had caged her in. A set of stalwart pale arms placed on either side of her head. Pinning her to the ruined mess of their bedding as she tried not to shiver underneath him.     

Not that he minded. He never minded her trembling when they were like this. 

Knew it in the way his hands would not leave her. Nor his mouth, or any other part of him. Cleaving himself to her.    

One would have to take a butcher's knife to cut them in two and even then they’d. He was everywhere. He was all there was. 

Pressed up against her with not a stitch between them. Flesh melding into flesh. His and hers becoming mere ideas of being rather than reality. This caging made it pointless.

He didn’t suffocate her. Nettles never would call what he did suffocating. She supposed she then should not call what he did caging either. Was it really a cage when she did not mind it? Even now when she had done what she had. 

When she had closed herself to him. Trembling legs snapping shut with a clap that echoed out round the room like the thunder in the night sky. Frantically trying to relieve her shaking the only way she knew how. Crawling up the bed as she tried to catch her breath from his merciless onslaught. 

A reflex, but it was a reflex that would not go unnoticed or without punishment. If one could call what took place in this chamber turned to an altar of worship a punishment.  

“I’m right here Netty,” her lover whispered into her crown. Her coils damp and slicked with sweat, his and hers as he reigned kisses down from her temple to the scar that grace across the bridge of her nose. Lightening streaked through the window, illuminating the chamber which made the back of his silver head glow. 

He had grown ever possessive over her as of late. Daemon had always been possessive of her she supposed when she thought of it, but now what little restraint he had vanished with the dying days of winter. Leaving a starving man in his place. 

That man pulled her from the intensity of her scrambled thoughts, the hands that had surrounded her going to her hips. Head lifting from its resting place along the slope of her brown neck lined with freckles he kissed each with such tenderness it made her ache for an entirely different reason than the throbbing heat aching at her center. The spot she swore was carved out for him the same as the one that matched hers upon his pale frame. The freckles traded for scars reddened by her mouthing.

She was going to hell. That she knew and he was trying to send her there. 

Oh, she knew what he said. In his eyes she was the Maiden, or whatever was the equivalent to his Gods. “You do not have a stain upon you Netty,” he’d tell her as he gazed down at her like she had hung the moon. Not in the way he had stained himself from a lifetime of battles and wars of his own making, but she was not made of sugar. 

She was the daughter of no one and she had survived that. She had seen her home turn ash before her eyes and she lived. She had survived a war. No one comes out of that without a mark upon them. She was not proud of her actions, but she had not taken a life that was undeserving and she had not stolen from those in need. Still, a thief was a thief and a murderer no matter how black the heart that had been taken.

A sinner she was as all the rest. The gates were barred the same as any other with only this brief mortal's respite left to her.

There was pleasure to be found in this realm. A pleasure that she had taken and grabbed hold of between. Never letting go. A consolation in the sin and the eternal damnation that surely awaited her afterward. Eagerly lapping at its saccharine taste. 

Better to enjoy her time here. Better to give what she could. Better to be a saint here if she could. It could never hurt at any rate. She could be the Maiden come to life. 

Though Nettles wondered if the Maiden would find herself in such a position as this. Spread out, a feast for her husband's eyes, naked and wanting. The Warrior taken her for his own. She would not be the Maiden if she did. Corrupted by the sins and lusts of mere mortals, but she could still bring love forth as she would now. 

“Sorry,” It was shakier than she would have liked. Horse, but as the Maiden would have she tried to apologize, but as the warrior would he shushed her, knowing just how pointless it was when she had lost this war nor was she very sorry for it. 

Lips skimmed the tops of her heaving breasts as she tried to keep her heart from beating out of her chest. An endeavor which failed at that when he nuzzled into the plump brown flesh and took a nipple into the warmth of his mouth. Laving her skin with his tongue. Only releasing the engorged flesh when she had begun to pant. 

She tugged on silver strands for more with a whine. Trying to pull his lips back to her breast, but he moved himself to her ear. 

“It’s rude to hide yourself from your husband little wife,” Husband. Little Wife. Nettles would have giggled at his whispering if her head hadn’t felt like she was underwater. 

She still had not gotten used to that. She did not know if she ever would, but she supposed she had a lifetime to get used to it, but right now she was having a hard time keeping her mind from drifting off into the hell they were making. Going blank with each carasses. 

With those fingers of his that had found their home in her sopping cunny once more. He had already Thrumming with her arousal under his stare and lips that seemed to have found its place upon hers breathing her in. Drinking up her moans and whatever little whimpers she would give him like the sweetest ambrosia. 

She would not make it to the end of the night much less another five and twenty years and two others after that like this if they were so lucky. 

Gods, he really was trying to kill her, but she would not go quietly. Or without him. 

Daemon faired little better. 

That she had noticed it. Him rutting into the sheets and her thighs like a dog in heat from the sight of her pleasure at his hands and tongue. “It’s rude to torture your wife husband.” In her haze and between pants she managed to wriggle a hand out from under his grip to bring it between them. 

Letting it trail down the pale skin of his abdomen softened by age and her attempts in their kitchen at domesticity all of which he greedily gobbled down before she took him in hand. She wasted no time swiping her thumb across his swollen cockhead.

Nettles was gifted with a groan for that. His head fell back down upon her breasts as he breathed out. He now the one leaning into her touch. 

Good, if he was going to kill her why should she not return the favor? They could both bask in their sin then. And sin it was. The most delicious kind that swallowed one whole and left them aching, but Daemon would be all too happy to oblige her. He had twice already. Drinking up much more than her moans.

It was a wonder how he had not spilled himself onto her thighs and the sheets though it was quite the relief and she wished to keep it so. Nettles was too selfish to allow him to make like a green boy and empty himself in his hand at the first sight of a woman. Or in her hand in this case. 

She wanted him inside her before he did so. Every last drop till she overflowed with him. 

Bringing her slender hand back up to her parted lips and took the tips of her now glistening fingers into her mouth to suckle upon as she caught his eye. He stared at her. Entranced by her lapping. 

Mouth agape. Only another crack of thunder broke him from the listful spell that had rendered him incapable of speech. Scrambling to give her what she wished. 

“You little minx.” His voice was as horse as hers. Daemon had plunged his fingers back into her heat in one thrust. Not giving a moment to adjust, not that she needed it. Nettles arched her back into his touch as she gave into him. Letting him lead her into oblivion. 

“Tis rude to keep your wife waiting my prince.” She had managed to stutter out between breathless moans. A fresh peak gripping its claws into her spent form.  

He chuckled at the sight of her whimpering and shaking.

Nettles thanked whatever God that might be listening that her husband was in a benevolent mood. Daemon decided to take pity upon her as he leaned down to take that nipple still hard and wet and waiting back into his mouth.

Doubtless, he could not hold back. Newly wedded bliss not yet worn off. She hoped it never would. With the way they went on, attached at the other's hip, it would not for a good while.

“You’re so beautiful Netty.” Mouth upon her neck again. Kissing every freckle under his violet gaze. “So so beautiful.” 

She bit into the plump of her bottom lip to stop from letting out  Nettles had given up on trying to hide her pleasure, but she liked to keep a bit of sense left. “Too beautiful to hide yourself from me.” She laughed breathless as it was, but full of life and that laugh gave way to a moan. Losing her resolve, but for this too she no longer cared for it. 

“My sweet Netty.”

A kiss this time was placed on her temple while his fingers pushed in deeper. It’s gentleness juxtaposed with the roughness of those digits. 

At the contrast, Nettles clamped down on his thick digits as she began to cream around him. The calloused pad of his thumb found the bundle of nerves at the apex of her quivering mound. Drawing circles into her pulsing nub that drew her closer to her climax. It stole the breath from her lungs before pulling from her and stealing it again when he gave her something else to milk dry. 

His cock had entered her the same way as his fingers. Taking her all at once as they clung to each other. “My sweet girl.” 

“You’re all my sweet girl.” He had reached her hilt as he whispered it upon her lips. Swallowing his cries upon his tongue. His length nudged against the spongy spot within her as he pushed deeper still. The lightning in the sky dotted the backs of the midnight of her eyes. The time for teasing long gone. 

All yours. Sin turned to heaven in the land of the damned and what a blissful heaven it was.

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Okay so I’m real bored and I just want to give out some book recommendations by MWAH !!!!!!!

Howls moving castle

Synopsis: Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl-and herself-than first meets the eye.

Okay so now obviously everyone knows Howl’s moving castle from the movie (10/10 movie please watch). But honestly the book is so different!! I really feel like the book shines in a different way that the movies does. If you’ve seen the movie than the book is like if the movie versions of these characters do crack. This book was so light and easy, and if your able to get your hands on the audiobook I legit can’t recommend it enough. Howl is such a fun a character, and Sophie is just so silly. This book just remains so consistent and honestly I feel like the writing style almost makes these characters feel alive!!

The ocean at the end of the lane

Synopsis: A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.

This book genuinely is not what I was expecting it to be but nonetheless was so exceptional. If you’re not familiar with Gaimens work, just know that’s a line. He wrote the novels for Good Omens and Coraline, which are both very famous movie/TV shows! The best way I can describe Gaimens work is literally that it’s so British. This book for me was consistently unexpected, in my mind I was like “this is going to happen!” And it didn’t! Not in like a plot-twisty way, in a “I was nottt expecting that”. This book takes an interesting approach on the concept of lost childhood memories. I think it’s a concept you don’t usually see but I feel like the way Gaimen handled it just made it so interesting. I truly felt for the narrator throughout this novel, this poor boy!

This is Amiko, do you copy?

Synopsis: Other people don't seem to understand Amiko. Whether eating curry rice with her hands at school or peeking through the sliding doors at her mother's calligraphy class, her curious, exuberant nature mostly meets with confusion. When her mother falls into a depression and her brother begins spending all his time with a motorcycle gang, Amiko is left increasingly alone to navigate a world where she doesn't quite fit.

AH!! This book was honestly so interesting to read and I highly recommend to anyone who is fond of Fujimoto's 'Goodbye Eri' and 'Look back'. The writing in this book was honestly top TIER. I think writing this book's perspective from a neurodivergent girl's POV in a society that doesn't really accept that is so interesting. Throw it into the context of her dysfunctional family who after a major event kind of fall part and no one is there to help her in some many different aspects of life is really interesting. I think this and the ocean at the end of the lane are the shortest here on this list but I really do recommend. Out of all the books I’ve recommended I will say this is the most depressing, but something about this book is soooo I don’t know how to put it. It’s definitely one of those books that will leave you thinking awhile after you’ve read it. I can stress enough how much of this book is worth to read!! It’s so tragic.

The space between here and now

Synopsis: Perfect for fans of They Both Die at the End and You've Reached Sam, this gripping, atmospheric YA novel follows a teen with a mysterious condition that transports her to the past when she smells certain scents linked to specific memories. Seventeen-year-old Aimee Roh has Sensory Time Warp Syndrome, a rare condition that causes her to time travel to a moment in her life when she smells something linked to that memory. Her dad is convinced she'll simply grow out of it if she tries hard enough, but Aimee's fear of vanishing at random has kept her from living a normal life. When Aimee disappears for nine hours into a memory of her estranged mom--a moment Aimee has never remembered before--she becomes distraught. Not only was this her longest disappearance yet, but the memory doesn't match up with the story of how her mom left--at least, not the version she's always heard from her dad. Desperate for answers, Aimee travels to Korea, where she unravels the mystery of her memories, the truth about her mother, and the reason she keeps returning to certain moments in her life. Along the way, she realizes she'll need to reconcile her past in order to save her present.

The concept of this book is really interesting and is executed in a really fun and new way. I feel like in a lot of 'time travel' books it gets too complicated or it just ends up lacking any sense and at some point stops making sense. This book didn't have that problem; having her 'time travel' be her going back to her memories was such a cool concept, and she executed it so well. I really enjoyed her descriptions of what it feels like to travel, and I'm glad she went into depth with it instead of leaving it up to the imagination. This book also did really well in showing that our main character was a teenager. Something about the way she wrote really made us feel like we were in a teenage girl's head-not in a choppy or bad way where it made you roll your eyes, but in a way that made you able to relate to the character. I also really liked how likable our main character was; it added to the reading experience! Also, I really liked how the main mystery of the plot was resolved; it was really interesting, and honestly, it wasn't expected! And to add onto what I said before, the time travel powers almost feel like they could be the powers of a life is strange protagonist if that makes any sense to anyone.

Immortal longings

Synopsis: Every year, thousands in the kingdom of Talin will flock to its capital twin cities, San-Er, where the palace hosts a set of games. For those confident enough in their ability to jump between bodies, competitors across San-Er fight to the death to win unimaginable riches. Princess Calla Tuoleimi lurks in hiding. Five years ago, a massacre killed her parents and left the palace of Er empty...and she was the one who did it. Before King Kasa's forces in San can catch her, she plans to finish the job and bring down the monarchy. Her reclusive uncle always greets the victor of the games, so if she wins, she gets her opportunity at last to kill him. Enter Anton Makusa, an exiled aristocrat. His childhood love has lain in a coma since they were both ousted from the palace, and he's deep in debt trying to keep her alive. Thankfully, he's one of the best jumpers in the kingdom, flitting from body to body at will. His last chance at saving her is entering the games and winning. Calla finds both an unexpected alliance with Anton and help from King Kasa's adopted son, August, who wants to mend Talin's ills. But the three of them have very different goals, even as Calla and Anton's partnership spirals into something all-consuming. Before the games close, Calla must decide what she's playing for-her lover or her kingdom.

I remember I read this for the book club I was in last year and I am forever grateful. I was a little hesitant going into this book because I genuinely did not really like either these violent delight books. However this book is actually so good. If you’re in a reading slump I highly recommend this novel to get you out. This plot follows genuinely a really interesting concept, and I liked the way body hopping was kind of represented. I also do feel like it’s an interesting play on this kind of hunger games concept. However I will warn you the body hopping powers are confusing but just go along with it. The actual world of this is inspired by an old city in China (which name I have forgotten) but if you compare to what that city looked like and to what’s described in the book Chloe gets it down to a T. The plot twists of these books are genuinely just so much fun. There’s so many little hints scattered around it makes you want you get a bulletin board and put the little lines up. Not to mention the ENDINGG, I was gagged. The sequel is this novel is also coming out later this year as well!

Uhm anyways guys I love reading so much my Spotify told me to stop listening to audiobooks and get a life 😭😭😭 who wants to be my goodreads friend

[everythingbap]

📰 The Kraze: Moon Jongup Goes Retro with “TWIST YA”

After making a return to the music scene with his fellow B.A.P members just a few months ago, Moon Jongup is back with new music and a new genre to explore. One of the things I personally love about Jongup’s music is that he isn’t afraid to explore different genres of music, though I would say he has a propensity for R&B, which he excels at. His latest track “TWIST YA” was pleasantly different than I expected.

For anyone else stuck on Paloma Diamond TikTok (too niche?), this track feels like it came straight out of the ‘80s aesthetic series, like it would be played in a club scene in this ongoing series. It’s very much giving “Take On Me” vibes, a true callback to the retro ‘80s style. The distinctive heavy synth dominates the melody, creating a driving beat. While I’d expect him to kill an ‘80s R&B concept, I’m rather surprised how well he does ‘80s pop too. The higher register of his vocal lines help to contrast the melody. The only gripe is that songs these days are too short, as it barely clocks in at just over two minutes and thirty seconds.

It’s always surprising by the amount of charisma he exudes in performance, especially knowing that he is more soft spoken and shy personality-wise. It’s a showcase of true performance talent to be able to do that. Knowing this about him had me truly clutching my pearls at the dance sequence two-thirds of the way through the track where he is sporting the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen on a male idol. That alone as an outfit is difficult to rock, but to perform in them? Commendable, truly. That aside, the choreography is sharp and strong, as expected, and matches well with the lyrics. I do enjoy the darker aesthetic of the video as well, as it really sets the tone for a mature vibe and gives it more of a club feel. 

Jongup doesn’t disappoint with his releases, and continues that streak with “TWIST YA.” Check out the music video below!

[spookyserenades]

i don’t even know what to say after that chapter!!!! first off i started rereading from chapter 1 on the 6th and i didn’t finish until this morning (the 9th) 😭 girl you’ve written so much i’m just/// HOW? ALSO i had just finished rereading ch8 when you posted the new chapter and i had a genuine debate with myself about continuing in order or going right to 14 and i was alllmost good but i had just waited a month you know???? a girl’s gotta eat.

i honestly knocked right out after reading it, as much as i love mess i was NOT ready to process it and just went straight back to reading in the correct order the next morning. and now i’m here and i’ve read it a second time and Fuck.

my first semi-coherent thought is yoongi with his dark long hair in just sweatpants and a chain necklace is absolutely sinful i almost can’t breathe picturing it 😮‍💨 also he was Not on his best behavior this chapter lmaooo i love how confident and hot he is like MC is his girl but right in front of poor tae!!!!?! and then seokjin in the first half of the chapter (before my poor lovebug disappeared 🥺) was 🔥🔥. we’ve seen little sneak peaks of this side of him before but omg when he called her pretty girl i was like yes! jin i’m your pretty girl 💀

also much more tame but i love LOVE the mystery van duo they’re just so cute in there and i giggle at the jokes made at their expense. and i’m so excited to see joon and ggukie spend more time with mc (mayyyybe in dangerous situations where they mayyyybe feel protective of her idk idk) also this line: “Namjoon froze, before his expression dissolved into pure excitement, something Y/N hardly ever saw on his face unless there was some kind of pastry in front of him.” i snorted let the poor boy live?? joon was really just an overgrown puppy that scene.

and then my gentle cowboy (sorry jimin)!!!!! i’ve missed him so much. i loved the time him and mc spent with the horses and i’m reallyyy curious to know how he feels about mc and yoongi being together. like he was distancing himself bc he had a feeling but why? bc it made him uncomfortable? was it really just bc he was sad mc didn’t trust him? i know you can’t really answer but like i’m shaking my little coin can at you and asking humbly.

then there’s foxy who’s good at pretending like nothing bothers him but he definitely Seemed bothered when he first found out even if he covered it up and is going about like nothing’s different. which brings me to my baby bear!!!! 😭😭😭 oh taehyung :( what a way to end the chapter, if didn’t live for drama i’d be blocking you and throwing my phone 😅 i just need it to be march already, like thank god this is the shortest month lol —🪶

fjkdslafjda Hello love!!! LMAO You're right I've written so much I can hardly believe it,,, usually I'm one who struggles to finish my WIPs so I'm amazed that I've written this much for one story 💀

AHH I can't believe you read through all the chapters before the latest update oh my goodness!! I admire your speedy reading bestie ✨ OOF YEAH the visual of long haired Yoongi.. chain, sweats, no shirt... My new Roman Empire tbh. I'd totally eat him alive. He's also definitely eating up the fact that he's the only one who gets to kiss her (amongst other things lol) Poor Jin. I think he was gearing up to confess to her, and now he doesn't know WHAT to do 😭 But besides that, mmm the "pretty girl" term of endearment reallllyyyy does it for me, too. Especially hearing it from Seokjin.

THE MYSTERY GANG! I'm so excited for their upcoming adventures. I've wanted to get to this plot arc for so so so long, and finally it's here! I love the interactions between JK and Joon sm, too, they tick each other off but I think they're comfortable with one another. OO you BET they'll find themselves in dangerous situations, and between JK and wolf Joon, they'll fight tooth and nail to keep Y/N safe (hot). Joon loves his sweets, in Trouvaille and in IRL!!!

Jimin 🥺 He finally got a good scene this past update, I've missed him too! I said in a previous ask that when springtime rolls around, there will definitely be more scenes with him outside. They have to plant their little garden, and go for rides around the property! As for him with Yoongi/Y/N, I think Jimin was a little disappointed that he wasn't confided in, and perhaps thought that Y/N did deem him as trustworthy with that information :(

Oh yeah, Hoseok was definitely clocked! He's used to being so quick and clever, so I think him not being able to figure out that they were sneaking around made him feel weird. That said, Hoseok is quick to recover and roll with the punches. I think his friendship with Y/N is too important to him to risk being outwardly upset.... which leads me to Tae. Poor bastard 💀 He's totally one of the more jealous ones, and I think like Jimin, was disturbed that he wasn't told right away. I live for drama, too bestie!!! Wouldn't be Trouvaille if there weren't cliffhangers every update!

Thank you for reading the newest update and sending me your love and thoughts, I loved hearing all of your theories 🥺💜

[greenhikingboots]

2022 End-of-Year Fic Review ✨

Thanks for the tag @cellsshapedlikestars. 💋 Ya’ll know the drill. Answers below the cut. 

1. What’s your AO3 account?

GreenHikingBoots. I used to write my Jonsa stories as NorthernLady and my Dramione stories as DakotaDelacour.

2. How many words did you write in total in 2022? AO3 Statistics says about 140,000. But I have 1) an incomplete Dramione multi chapter that was around 40k words before I orphaned it 2) some fics I originally wrote and published in 2021, took down, reworked, and republished in 2022 and 3) a whole lot of words in Google Docs that aren’t ready to be published yet. So, yeah, take that number with a grain of salt. I’ve seen a handful of writers I really enjoy with way higher numbers and it’s a bit tempting to compare and get down on myself. But you know what? If 140,000 words is about right, that’s like two full young adult novels in a year. As a hobby! That I do not get paid for. That’s pretty awesome. 

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022 // multi-chapter vs. one-shots?

21. Again, some of these were originally from 2021 but taken down, re-worked, and re-published. I’m not sure how to count the exact breakdown since I have a handful that are two or three parts (so technically multi-chapters) but the word counts are short enough to match some one-shots out there. Generally speaking, I have a lot more one-shots than multi-chapters. I think only one of my fics is longer than 25,000 ish words and more are under like, 6,000 ish. 4. What was your longest-fic // shortest fic? Longest: Inevitable. It’s the outline at about 72k ish words with one chapter left to go. Shortest: About Damn Time. It’s 921 words. That’s a Pretty Name is a close second with 971 words.

5. What was your most popular // least popular? Most Popular: Inevitable, which I think is to be expected because it’s the longest. A Boy in His Cups is my next most popular, the Jonsa one-shot I’ve had up the longest. Least Popular: That’s a Pretty Name

6. What fic didn't perform as well as you thought it would? So Mighty Love + Better Dreams (a two part series that’s about 25,000 words total) was originally part of one of those fic I published as NorthernLady, took down before completing, re-worked, and re-published this year. And the original version was pretty popular and considering it’s mostly the same fic (the major difference being I found a way to end it sooner), it was easy to assume it would perform similarly. But that wasn’t the case at all. I’m guessing people were turned off by the new “Ambiguous/Open Ending” tag? I’m not sure. This series isn’t one of the ones I’m super proud of since it relies heavily on the show plot and I’m more into the books these days. But!! The closing line to Better Dreams is one of the best damn things I’ve ever written and I kinda wish it wasn’t hiding in a fic most people don’t want to read. So there’s that. *shrugs*

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would? I don’t know about *way* better, but I published Crossing the Threshold around the same time as several other one-shots, and I was surprised to see it beat out the others. I mean, it’s got a cute premise and I was excited to share it, but if I had to rank everything I posted from late September to early November, it probably wouldn’t even make the top half let alone the very top spot. Glad others like it, though.   

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote in 2022? Goodness, this is a difficult question. I recently said in another post that A Boy in His Cups is probably the fic I’m most proud of. I’ll stand by that. It’s just got all the elements I love most about Jonsa fanfiction. But Wait and See and Maiden in a Tower are also very near and dear to my heart. I’ve gone back and read those two a handful of times. I try not to care too much about stats (I still care more than I’d like), so I guess what I really like about these three is that they make not caring about stats easy. Like, I love them for the pure fun of writing and would have been pleased with how they turned out even if no one ever saw them. What’s another way of wording it? Many of my other fics are more like an idea that I need to get out of my system so I can move on. Whereas these three fics make me go, “I want to crawl inside this fic and live there!!”

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? Oh my! I’m pretty bad at keeping track of what I’ve read and even worse at remembering titles and who wrote what. Also, I read a lot of stuff after it’s been completed which means just because I read it in 2022 doesn’t mean it was written in 2022. But here are some authors I remember being in my bookmarks at different times throughout the year: thimbleful @justadram_a_dram honey_wheeler @vivilove-jonsa @woodswit @kingsansa @estherruth-jonsatrash @ode-to-an-inkwell @amymel86 Kit_Kat21 caesia @chispas-and-broken-bindings ganymede_elegy (@cellsshapedlikestars) (I try to read and love on other writers I see on Tumblr. Is that obvious by this list?) Also ganymede’s Lounge Act and Mating Game (still in progress) are probably the WIPs I followed most closely. I also have a special place in my heart for her fic The Ghost Inside since I was a beta reader for that. 10. Tag your friends so they can play as well!

Anyone in #9 who hasn’t already been tagged and/or anyone else who wants to play with us!

-x-x-x-x-x- Short descriptions of all my fics mentioned in this post: Inevitable - Modern AU - high school, fake dating trope, best friend’s sister/brother’s best friend That’s a Pretty Name - pre-canon romantic undertones, Sansa lectures Jon about courtesies Crossing the Threshold - Modern AU - high school, drunk confession of feelings About Damn Time - Modern AU - college; Sansa gets a gift from Jon on her birthday A Boy In His Cups - Jon I GoT reimagined; he already knows the truth about his parents Wait and See - Jon struggles to regain his memories after dying and being brought back to life Maiden in a Tower - another pre-canon romantic undertones, a kissing game in the godswood Mighty Love/Better Dreams - seasons 6 and 7 of the show but make it Jonsa

[myenterpriseisparked]

22 answers for a fanfic 2022

Thanks to @curator-on-ao3 for providing this template and @emilie786 for encouraging me to fill it out!

1. fandoms you wrote for this year 

Star Trek: Discovery, Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek: Prodigy, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, and Star Trek: Voyager

2. favorite fic you wrote this year 

And Still, The Sea is Salt - I’m really proud of this one. I spent a lot of time refining it and I’m really pleased with how it turned out. Also I’m obsessed with the poem I took the titles from and how well the poem aligned with the story I wanted to tell!

3. favorite fic you read this year 

I honestly can’t pick a favorite! I read so many and the vast majority were absolutely incredible!!!

4. favorite opening line/scene you wrote this year 

My most recent fic, Parent-Teacher Association, has probably one of my favorite opening scenes I’ve ever written: 

Trip Tucker considered himself a blessed man; he had a wonderful wife that he shared a deep love with, a comfortable house in a nice neighborhood, and two incredible children he would do just about anything for.

He’d suffered a lot of hardship to get here. He’d seen loss, he’d seen death, he’d seen evil.

All of this was to say that, right then and there, Trip Tucker was pretty sure he was looking evil right in its big, ugly eyes once more.

“Dear, you’re staring.” T’Pol’s even, soothing voice broke him out of his trance, though he didn’t take his eyes off of Evil Incarnate herself: Mrs. Olivia Shelley.

She was head of the PTA, head of the fundraising committee for the soccer team, and the mother of Jameson Shelley, who had pushed and teased his eldest child, Elizabeth, a little too much for Trip’s liking.

Is it an earth shattering opening? Nah. Did I giggle a lot while writing it because PTA Dad Trip Tucker amuses me? Absolutely.

5. favorite ending line/scene you wrote this year 

And Still, The Sea is Salt ended with a scene/line that I fermented in my head for a really long time and really liked:

Before grief can really take over La’An’s mind, however, Andy’s dark ponytail bobs enthusiastically through the kitchen as she starts explaining the ins and outs of her new assignment and the animals she hopes to encounter. La’An smiles and takes a seat as she watches Andy pull a dish of strawberries, big enough to share, from the fridge, as well as the ingredients needed to grill habanero burgers.

Something in La’An’s soul warms, watching Andy’s deft movements and twinkling, blue eyes.

And she thinks to herself that, maybe, people are never really gone.

6. a trope you wrote this year 

Uh, babies. I write a lot of babyfic. I also really like Established Relationship, Family Fluff, and Found Family.

7. pairings you wrote this year 

Janeway/Chakotay, Pike/Una, and Trip/T’Pol

8. a fic regret from this year 

I have some fics I started with concepts I’m obsessed with that I ultimately abandoned because it wasn’t turning out the way I wanted. I hope to revisit some of them one day, but for now they haunt me from my wips folder.

9. a song that helped you write 

I had a few songs that gave me bits of inspiration throughout the year, but, honestly, the poem “Stars, I have seen them fall” by A.E. Houseman was my biggest inspiration this year. Which is really unusual because I’m not typically super into poetry.

10. total number of fics you posted 

11!

11. total number of words you posted 

36,620

12. most popular fic written this year 

By hits, it was Loopholes. By kudos, it was I’ll Always Be Around, Wherever Life Takes You.

13. least popular fic written this year 

By hits and kudos: Parent-Teacher Association. Which makes sense because I published it less than a week ago lol.

14. longest completed fic you posted this year 

And Still, The Sea is Salt has 9,455 words. It’s my third longest fic of all time!

15. shortest completed fic you posted this year 

The Plan has 323 words. My shortest fic of all time!

16. favorite character to write about this year 

It’s a tie between Una Chin-Riley, Chris Pike, and Trip Tucker. I had so much fun writing these characters and exploring their voices and movements in fiction.

17. a fic you didn’t expect to write 

Honestly, my Prodigy fic, Echoes off of Cave Walls, wasn’t something I thought I was going to write! I wasn’t planning to write any fic for that show but inspiration struck!

18. most memorable comment/review 

I honestly can’t pick one that is the most memorable because I hoard comments on my fics away to read for later when I need a seretonin boost like Gollum with the ring of power. That said, reactions to Chapter 3 of And Still, The Sea is Salt were hilarious and I reread those a lot because they make me laugh.

19. trends you noticed in your writing this year 

I think I tried a lot of new things this year with my writing. I tried co-writing for the first time (shout out to @emilie786 for writing 3 fics with me in 4 days this July. That was so fun!). I got back into writing longer fics a bit. I broke out of my serial fluff writing to do some angst. I tried writing in a different tense and really enjoyed it. I feel like I let myself write more humor and kind of established a comedic beat I really enjoy. It was a fun year for trying new things. 

That said, I also wrote a lot of baby fic because that’s what I do and I like it 😉.

20. fics you wanted to write but didn’t 

Oh boy, the list is long, and there are some I don’t wanna talk about quite yet because I’m not quittin’ on em yet but here are some that I attempted and never finished:

- Star Trek Voyager fic taking place after Endgame where Voyager gets a refit and utilizes the holographic emitters placed around the ship to reveal that Voyager is, and has always been, sentient. The plan was for Voyager to spend a lot of time talking with Kathryn to help ease a lot of the guilt Kathryn feels about her actions in the DQ. 

- Chris and Una go on a horseback riding date complete with swing dancing, bonfires, and kissing. (It was intended as a sequel to Ex Equis, Scientia, but I tried really hard to write it and it never felt quite right to me. Might try it again later idk.)

- I had some vague ideas about more stories in the Aftermath AU, but I never got around to writing them because I got Pikeuna brainrot over the summer and Brain didn’t wanna write J/C lol.

21. something you want to write next year 

I don’t have a lot of solid plans because I am at the whim of my current hyperfixations BUT I think I’ll probably write more Pikeuna after SNW season 2 begins and I hope to add on to the Trip/T’Pol AU I started in the PTA fic. @emilie786 and I have also been throwing around some ideas I’m excited about so we might cook something up as well 😉. 

22. an idea from one of your fics that you want people to think about!

In my story, And Still, The Sea is Salt, I really thought a lot about what legacy really can look like; sometimes our legacy isn’t an empire, or a scholarship program, or a scientific discovery - sometimes simply being ourselves is enough to impact people around us in little ways that allows us to live on after we are gone. Every day we interact with so many people, and each of those interactions has the potential to leave an impact, whether we’ve known that person for 2 seconds or 2 decades. I think there’s something beautiful about being able to have a legacy built on strawberries and hot sauce and kindness. 

[bugintheforest]

had to document the shortest line at main st starbucks I've ever seen. 😂 this was shortly followed by Boba Fett informing me that Joe got into all kinds of troubles in Mos Eisley...that had Fennec shaking her head... not sure what that could be. my brother isn't that good of a liar. 😂 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp_FE2EPqnu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sombreset]

I’m gonna go out here n say that the name thing is similar but I have a little ramble to get out of my system

Sonic 06 had an original, fantastic vision that was executed poorly due to development hell to put it lightly and it bombed horribly, whereas FMA03 had an original vision that was more or less executed the way the director intended and the series won many awards and was recognized as one of the best anime series ever both critically and by fans. It was only in our post-BH world that people started to look back on 03 negatively (at least what I’ve seen, and I’ve been watching FMA discussed online since before BH).

FMA03 (much like Sonic AFTER 06 came out and damaged Sonic’s legacy permanently) has been viciously picked apart by people to try and prove a point (BH > 03, sonic has always been bad/sonic doesn’t work in 3D, ect). There are plenty of other video game franchises and anime series that are objectively way worse but do not get ripped apart nearly as bad because they aren’t targeted to be analyzed in such a critical fashion.

I’d say Conqueror of Shamballa is way closer to the development problems Sonic 06 had. Fantastic vision that was crunched into pieces by changing deadlines and a third season of 03 being suddenly crammed into a single movie with one of the shortest and understaffed dev times for a full length animated movie of that quality that I’ve seen. It’s amazing the movie came together at all.

Idk man all of this is to say I don’t really like putting FMA03 and sonic 06 into the same ‘flawed but good’ group because one of them had massive critical acclaim while the other was deemed a failure by almost everyone and became the poster child for “worst game ever.” However, I do agree that both have good visions that got overshadowed by Something that caused problems for its legacy down the line.

I wish I lived in a world where 03 got to finish the way it wanted and we got our complete third season instead of the movie, and I wish Sonic 06 released in its ideal and completed form. Oh well

and I think Sonic '06 and FMA '03 are both very flawed but good actually