#top 5 fictional dads

[garashir]

I watched watchers top 5 dad characters and it really made me think because most of the dad characters I could think of are all kinda the Worst™️ so I wanted to deep dive and assemble my own top 5 ranking:

5. Ned Stark

Is it a basic answer? Maybe. Is it a good answer? Maybe not. Did it only come to mind because I’m currently reading asoiaf? We’ll never know! But heres the why: I’d love to be a Stark, I’d love to live in Winterfell. He clearly loves his kids even though he thought it was a good idea to take a 10 year old to watch him execute someone. Idk we can’t all be perfect. I’d get to have a direwolf!! It’s Sean Bean! What more can I say?

4. Bard (The Hobbit Movies)

Listen, he just radiates comfort. The second he appeared on screen I knew he was the only character in those movies that mattered. He loves his kids. He actively defies and resists the Master of Laketown. He killed a dragon. He’s Lord of Dale. I feel like he’d still be a great dad even after becoming Lord.

3. Stacker Pentecost

The scene where he finds young Mako Mori!! He’s so protective of her! He trained her to pilot a jaeger. He’s a badass who pilots a jaeger. It’s Idris Elba! He gives the most inspiring speech! We are canceling the apocalypse!!! I trust him so much! Again radiates comfort!

2. Bail Organa

This is becoming a theme of characters that I just imprinted on the first time I saw them on screen. Even though he’s literally such a minor character in aotc I IMMEDIATELY was like: this is my favorite guy! Always been a Bail Organa stan. It’s always been hard to explain why I love Bail so much so I guess if you get it you get it. He is so soft with Leia he adores her! And his line in Rogue One “I would trust her with my life” like!!

1. Benjamin Sisko

Thee Most Dad character of all time!! The reason I wanted make this list was to give Sisko the recognition he deserves. He was immediately number one on this list, everbody else I had to think about. He’s legit my favorite star trek captain, he’s the emissary of the prophets which is sick. But aside from that he is such a good father to Jake. He makes time for him (even though they have a lot going on on the station), he is invested in his interests. He has so much love to give. He is warm and such a caring force to his crew. He cooks them real food! He takes them to play baseball! His smile! His laugh! There isn’t anyone who could take his place on this list! Number one fictional dad!

[littlekingbergara]

Since Watcher isn't asking, who are your top 5 father figures?

ooo fun!!!

1. joel hammond. the best and coolest tv dad no doubt about it and i miss him very much.

2. professor utonium. my whole life i've wanted to be a powerpuff girl ok. he wasn't a very good dad in retrospect (your daughters are in kindergarten and you're letting them fight crime? ok) but he did give his daughters superpowers so i could deal.

3. max sheffield. im not immune to wanting a very rich dad.

4. bob belcher. his bisexual dad swag and also he is very funny.

5. danny tanner. i went back and forth on him a lot but i think ultimately even though he was very annoying and so hung up on being Fair that he made things Extremely Unfair he was still a pretty cool guy and dad and very dedicated to his kids. and cool house.

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[si0writes]

Thank you grandparents for showing me my mum’s old competition photos at nationals 2011 in Germany when I went with her and making me realise how severe my memory gap issue is. Literally all I can remember from the week long trip is based on photos and even then it’s only 3-5 seconds of two moments and the sensation of being in the ice rink and feeling incredibly small (I was 6) compared to all the skaters. Save me Yuri I don’t wanna think about how my mum used to be a functioning member of society who got ruined by my dad I just wanna think positive things about the rink and not feel like a husk

[raileurta]

I just love the untold intimacy of transformers & humans touching each other.

There's just something so special about it to me you know? The trust the human has that their robot friend wouldn't hurt them and the bot's love for this small being that's not even a fraction of their lifespan.

Cybertrionains have been through centuries of war and have like so much trauma it's unreal. While humans are capable of great misery we're ultimately made to love.

Bumblebee for example has been shown to have found great comfort in humans. This dude was thrust into a world war he didn't want to be in and became a full on war veteran before he turned 25.

Like don't even get me started on his relationship with Sam. I can't say anything that hasn't already been said.

He's probably not used to such soft touches either so it makes it just that much sadder.

Megatron & Dot is another good relationship. He's so gentle with her and just so happy to be her friend! There's this one scene where she even hitches a ride on Megatron's leg. (Can't find it though)

Of course I can't forget Bulkhead and Miko. He's just straight up her dad. It's very obvious that she doesn't like or have a good parental figure in her life. The team is probably Miko's true family in her eyes. She might be a little shit but she's Bulkhead's little shit.

I just also just love size differences in general. It appeals to a lot of creatures in my brain. It's probably in my top 5 of best tropes in fiction.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 16)

DESCRIPTION: You and your husband both struggle to go back to sleep after your son wakes you up

A/N: I wrote this part ages ago and I am aware that it is slightly out of character for both Tommy and Flo but also it was just too cute not to keep!

WORD COUNT: 4099

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WARNINGS: Smoking, children, jokes about murder, use of 'sir' in both sexual and non sexual way, mildy ooc Tommy, slight declaration of feelings but not really, smut, swearing, fingering, p in v, choking, brief praise, overstimulation (f receiving), creampie, aftercare, soft dom Tommy, sub reader

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

It was the very early hours of Christmas Eve Eve. The 23rd of December 1922. You hear the distant cry of Charlie. Letting out a soft mumble as you get up. Unsure of the time. Hoping his cries might falter but two minutes pass and he's still wailing at the top of his lungs. You swing your legs out the bed. Sleepily walking along the corridor. Going and creaking the door quietly open before walking into his room. You smile at him. “Hey there little man”. You pick up the crying boy. Popping him onto your hip. Hushing him as you start to sing softly. Not anything in particular. More just your thoughts in a musical manner.

Thankfully it works as he drifts back off to sleep. You place him back down into his crib. Silently going back along to bed. Climbing in next to your sleeping husband. Turning your back as you try and let sleep back into your mind.

“Is he ok?” You hear Thomas speak softly next to you. You hum in agreement. Turning so you face him. His head turned towards you as his body lay flat on the bed. You bring your hands up. Tucking them both under your cheek as you look at him.

“I think he had a bad dream and just needed comforting. He’s gone back to sleep now”. He nods. Quiet fills the room. “Tom?” You whisper his name.

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were asleep yet or not”. Silence filling the room once again. You shut your eyes. Trying to will yourself to sleep. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20. 40. You let out an annoyed huff as you hear the grandfather clock downstairs chime. You'd been trying to sleep for an hour and have had no luck.

“Can't sleep either love?” You look at Thomas. His eyes remain closed as you nod.

“I've been trying but my stupid brain wont shut off”. He opens his eyes. Sitting up. The blanket falling from his bare torso and going around his waist. He leans over. Lighting the oil lamp by the edge of his bed. Going into the top drawer by his bed. He pulls out a pack of cards. You sit up. Crossing your legs as you bring the blanket over the top of them. Your nightdress covering your torso. Watching as he shuffles. He starts dealing out the cards.

“We used to play this during France”. Once he'd laid out the cards he goes back into the top drawer. Taking out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out he places it at the top of the cards. Putting the pack back on top of the bedside table. “Everyone would put in one cigarette. Whoever won would keep the bunch”.

“What game is it?”

“Solitaire. Do you know how to play?” You nod. He motions his hand towards you. A gesture indicating for you to start. You proceed in picking up the relevant cards. Talking as you play.

“I used to play with my dad when I was younger”. You flip over various cards. Chatting as you take it in turns. “I was so shit”

“He never let you win?”

“Oh no. He believed that a child should always earn their win. That you should never just give them it. So I lost every single time”. You smile. Glancing at him briefly before refocusing on the cards. “I was 9 when I managed to beat him. The look he gave me was priceless. I'd pay good money to re-see that look on his face”. Your smile softens. “He'd be proud of me”

“What for?”

“The fact I've just won”. You place the cards in the correct places. Finishing off the sets as you gleefully smile at him. Causing him to laugh.

“You sly woman”. You look at him and cheekily smile. Picking up the cigarette and placing it into your mouth unlit.

“Best out of three?” you speak with it hanging on your lip. Picking up the cards and starting to shuffle. Dealing them out. He grabs out another cigarette. Reaching into the drawer once again. Taking out some matches. Striking one of them. You lean forward. Letting him light the end for you before he lights his own. Wafting the lit match in a quick motion to put out the flame. He places the rest of the pack at the top of the bed.

“Winner gets the rest of the pack”

“You do spoil me Mr Shelby”. He smiles. Taking out the smoke from his lips. The two of you playing quieter as you both concentrate. The sound of cards moving and the air being filled with smoke as the night goes on. He smiles as he wins the second round. Holding what's left of the stick in one hand as he picks the cards up. Placing it back into his mouth as he deals them out. Snubbing his smoke next to the one you'd discarded a while ago.

Only a few cards remain unturned. You bite at your bottom lip. Shaking your head as you turn the next card over. Scanning over the remaining few quickly. “You're turn”. He moves a couple of cards. Turning over the next one. Smiling as he proceeds to turn over the rest and complete the four sets. Winning. You let out an annoyed groan. “Well done”. His eyes come up to look at you. Smiling as your gaze meets his.

“You are a good player. You're dad taught you well”. You scratch the back of your head. Smiling at the notion.

“We should be sleeping”. You pick up the card.

“Are you tired?”

“No. But we should at least try. Your brothers and Ada are coming round tomorrow evening and I haven't even started on the house yet. I'm so behind with everything and I don't even know how” You start shuffling the deck. Looking towards him as you shuffle. "What time are they coming?"

“Midday. With Polly”

“I thought Polly was coming Christmas eve?” He nods. Picking up the pack of cigerettes and placing them back onto his night table. You watch him. “Thomas?”

“She felt left out of the family gathering. She doesn't understand why her niece and nephews get to be here and she can't be”

“The main reason for that being because your brothers and sister don't hate me"

"Polly doesn't hate you"

"You're right. She doesn't hate me. She despises me and my very existence" he lets out a soft chuckle. "I'm surprised she hasn’t killed me yet”.

“She won't kill you”

“I saw her digging a hole a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure she's planning of disposing my body into it”. He tries not to laugh. Running his thumb over his bottom lip as he smiles at you. “Its not funny” you say. A smile creeping onto your lips. “Is she bringing her son?” He nods. Leaning backwards as he watches you. Head resting against the headboard of the bed.

“Even though she really doesn’t want him around us”

“Why? I thought she'd be happy to have her two families mixing”

“She wants Michael to stay a child. A good boy that she can mother. If he hangs around us for to long then he’ll become corrupted. Or that's what she's worried about”. His eyes flick down. Watching the cards in your hands. “I think they're shuffled enough”. You smile. Scooting forward slightly as you lean towards him. Kneeling upwards. Fanning the deck out.

“Pick a card”. You looks at you. Amusement in his eyes as he tries not to smile. “Come on. You know you want to”. You smile at him. Eyes going to the cards before back to his. He sighs. Leaning forward again. He picks a card. You look away slightly as you push the cards back to form a deck. “Look at it. Once you’ve memorised it put it back into the deck”. You hold the cards towards him. Feeling him push the item back into the pack. You look back. Looking at him. “Hmm”. You go closer to him. Straddling the ends of his legs as you lean towards him slightly. Amusement on his lips as his eyes remain unmoving. You squint at him. Over emphasizing the trick. You shake your head.

“You're good at keeping a poker face”. You lean backwards again. Taking out the two jokers left inside the packet. Holding them both up in one hand. “Luckily I have some help”. You place one on top. The other on the bottom. Both facing upwards. “These two are going to help me find your card”. His eyes go down. Holding the pack top and bottom with your thumb and middle finger. Holding it semi tightly as you chuck 51 cards into the other hand. Three cards remaining in your right. The two jokers facing upwards as one remains face down.

You place them onto the bed. The deck of cards next to it. Joker either side of the still unseen card. “Do you remember your card?” He nods. “What was your card good sir?”

“Eight of hearts”. You take the bottom of the card. Turning it. His amused look turning into a full smile as his card sits between the two jokers. Eyes going back up to yours as you neatly place the card back on top of the deck. “How did you learn to do magic?”

“My mum-" you correct yourself "step mum taught me. She was very magical in herself. She would show me and my sisters magic tricks all the time. Not just card ones either. She could make coins disappear”

“Coins disappear?” You nod. Smiling at him. Taking off your wedding ring.

“I have the ring in my hand – she would use a coin though”. You swiftly move. Keeping your hands up as it vanishes from your grip. He furrows his brow. Genuinely bewildered. His eyes looking over every surface he can see near you. Your smile grows as you bring your hand up. ‘Finding’ the item in his ear. Pulling your hand back as you hold it between your fingers. His face grows with a mixture of emotions. “I told you. I'm magic”. You wiggle your eyebrows at him. He laughs softly. Watching as you put the ring back onto your finger. “She would call it ‘Moneda Fantasma’. Translates to Phantom Coin. But it sounds cooler in Spanish”. He smiles. Nodding in agreement.

“Do you have any other tricks?”

“Of course”

“Show me”. You pick up the pack of cards. Putting the jokers to the side. Shuffling once again. Fanning them out. He takes a card. Looking at it. You move the deck closer to him. He puts the card back in.

“Would you be so kind to shuffle for me?” You hold the deck towards him. He takes them. Sitting up more as he shuffles. Passing them back to you once they’ve been shuffled. You take them. Placing them onto his lap. “Because it did so well last time” Flipping over the top card of the deck. The eight of hearts again. “He's going to help us find your card this time”. You turn the card back over. “We give him some time to search for you card before we ask him back to the top of the deck”. You tap the deck three times before turning the top card. Queen of spades. “Is this your card?” He nods again. Smiling as you pick the cards up. Placing them onto his side table. “Can you do any parlous tricks?”

“I can read peoples minds”. You raise your brow. You shuffle closer. Now sitting just below his knees. Causing him to smile.

“Show me. Please”. He rubs the gap between his eyebrows. Picking up the cards. His turn to fan them out. You pick up a card. Nine of diamonds. You put both your hands over it as you hold it close to your chest. You watch as he places the deck of cards back onto his side table. He leans closer to you. His hands resting gently onto your thighs as he keeps heavy eye contact with you. You try and remain deadpan as you look into his eyes. The soft blue digging into your core.

“It’s a high number… Not quite a royal but not far off of one”. He pauses. “No. Not quite a ten. I'd say a eight or nine though. Now is it a red or a black?” Pauses again. A soft sigh of air escaping him. “Is it the nine of diamonds?” Your jaw drops. Turning the card to face him. His eyes looking down as a smile comes over his lips. Looking back up at you. “Told you I could read minds”. You shake your head.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Magic” he smiles. His eyes widen as he says the word. Causing you to smile as you cock your head. He smiles too. You lean over him. Placing your card onto the top of the deck. Holding onto his shoulder as you lean to keep balance. Sitting back up straight you lean back onto your heals. Still straddling his legs as his hands remain on you. You yawn. Covering your mouth with both hands as your eyes screw shut. Lifting your arms up as you stretch. He watches you. Eyes fixed on your features as you bring your hands down.

Feeling his hand move. Going to the back of your neck. Pulling you into him as his lips meet yours. You let out a satisfied hum into the kiss. Your hands going up as you cradle his face between your palms. His other hand moves from your thigh. Going to your lower back as he pulls you fully onto his lap. You chest pressed firmly against his.

His hand from the back of your neck move downwards. Trailing down the length of your spine. Slotting itself between your shoulder blades as he holds you flush against him. Moving your hands to wrap around his shoulders. Pulling away slightly. Faces no more then an inch away from each other. He moves his hand from your spine. Bringing it down. Lifting up the end of your silk nightdress. Letting it pool around your waist. Your eyes fixated onto his as he looks up at you. Moving one of your hands from around him to move down. Holding the clothing up as his fingers move delicately across the skin.

A small whine leaves your lips as he traces his finger over your clit. A faint smile coming over his face as he starts making small circles onto the nub. Your hand gripping the fabric as the other digs into the flesh of his shoulder. Imprinting your nails into the skin. You lull your head to the side. Your mouth parting as soft moans leave your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut. Feeling the ecstasy building inside of you. His hand moving on your core. Feeling him push a digit into your cunt.

“Fuck”. You breath out the cuss. Your hands go to the back of his neck. Tilting your head back. He kisses your throat. Curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb works on your clit. Your pussy fluttering around him. You let out a broken moan. Putting your head forward as you capture his lips with yours. Kissing him as your high begins to build. He brings his hand from your hip to the back of your neck. Holding it as your lips mould together. His fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Please. Please sir". You murmur against his lips. Feeling him smiling against your skin. Feeling his eyes watching you as you come undone onto his fingers. A slow yet intense orgasm filling your body. He continues moving inside of you. Helping you ride out the high before he removes the digits. Kissing your neck again. Moving the strap of your dress off of your shoulder.

“Tommy?” Your voice quiet against the still room. He moves. Eyes able to watch yours. You feel your cheeks reddening at the unasked question.

“I-I-” You stutter out the words. Your voice going into an even quieter whisper before you speak. Eyes falling to his shoulder. "Can you... make love to me... please...". Your voice so small as those words hit his ears. Eyes glancing back up. His features remain soft as he looks at you. Not saying a word. You'd have thought that after two years of marriage you could read him better. Your cheeks go a darker shade of crimson. Shit. Why did you have to say that? Why couldn’t you have been a normal person and just said ‘put your cock in me’ or ‘I want to fuck’. Worried you'd ruined the moment with your question you look down fully. Shaking your head slightly.

“Shit" you mutter. "I'm sorry” you whisper an apology. Shaking your head. Silently cursing at yourself. Going to move off of his lap. His hands move to your hips. Gripping them. Holding you in place as he senses you movements. He stays silent. Not making a sound as he pulls you upwards. You reposition your hands onto his shoulders. Moving your legs so you're straddling him more. An arm moves around your hips. Holding you close as the other releases himself from his confines. Feeling him line the tip to your entrance. Letting you slowly sink down onto him.

A loud moan leaving your lips as he fills you. His hands go to the bottom of your night dress. Pulling the item up and over your body. Tossing it to the side. His hands run over your body. Fingers rough compared to the sweet touch of the pads dancing over your skin. Crossing your stomach. Over your chest. Down your arms. Worshiping your every curve. His eyes staying on yours. One hand going to your lower back. The other to your hip. Gently starting to move you. A slow yet intimate pace as you feel him fitting so perfectly inside of you.

He leans forward. Lips capturing yours. Your hand goes to his cheek. The other remaining on his shoulder. Your delicate noises being lost into the kiss. His hand moves from your hip. Finding where the two of your meet. Using his middle finger to rub small circles onto your clit.

“Shit”. You mutter. Moving your head into his shoulder. His hand moves from your back. Hips and fingers still working as he tenderly takes your jaw. Moving your head from his shoulder. Moving down to rest around your throat. No pressure against it. Just resting. Holding you there.

“Keep your eyes on me”. You nod. Meeting his ocean eyes. A blush creeping across your face as you keep eye contact with him. His face smiles as he watches you. The hand that was on his cheek goes to his wrist. Holding it close to you as he keeps you watching him. Feeling your high building up once again. His work inside of you plus his fingers making your orgasm build up quickly. You fight to keep your eyes on him. The adorable determined expression on your face causing him to smile. Leaning forward as he kisses you.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Let me feel you”. You let out a stifled moan. Eyes rolling back as you grind against him a couple more times. Letting the action push your orgasm over the edge. Your hands gripping onto him. Legs pushing together. “Good girl”. He coos. The praise going straight to your core. Causing you to let out a mild whine. He kisses you again. Hand still wrapped around your throat as he keeps your entire body from collapsing. Body trembling as he continues his work on your stimulated cunt.

“Please. Please Thomas”

“Just a little longer” he grunts. His gaze going down to where you two meet. “Fuck”. He mutters. His hand tightens around your throat. Feeling the bluntness of his nails digging into the skin. His hand moves from your cunt. Gripping at the flesh of your thigh. A grunt escapes his lips. Stilling your body as he cums. His seed spilling into you. You smile at the feeling. Eyes rolling into your head as you give out a satisfied moan. You gently grind against him. Helping him ride out his high. He leans back onto the headboard. Breathing deeply as he watches you. His hand falling from your throat to your leg. Resting onto it. His fingers gently dancing onto the bare skin.

 “Ok… I'm tired again now”. You open your eyes. Sleepily smiling at him. He lets out a soft chuckle as you muster up the energy to move off of his lap. You let out a soft groan. Lifting yourself off of him. Sitting next to him. He continues watching you. You push your legs together as you start to feel his seed come out of your hole. He notices your mild discomfort. Adjusting his underwear. Putting himself away before he stands up. Grabbing a small hand towel. Coming and sitting back next to you. You go to take it from him but he just shakes his head.

“Lie down”. He speaks. Voice demanding yet soft. You take a few seconds to process his words but you do as he asks. His hands gently parting your legs as he wipes the juices from between your legs. You watch the feared and dangerous gangsta care for your body. A small smile coming over your feature. Quickly shaking the warm and fuzzy feeling.

Once he's cleaned you up he gets under the covers. Covering your naked frame with them. He grabs out a cigarette. Lighting the end of it. He remains sat up as you watch his face. Leaning his head back as he looks towards the ceiling. Removing the stick as he exhales. You bring a hand out. Motioning at the item. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I won this”. He looks at you and smiles. You playfully glare at him as he draws a drag from it. Bringing it down. Letting you take it from his grip. Taking a puff of it. Retracting it from your lips as you place it back into his hand. Breathing the smoke out as you talk.

“God I'm going to miss the silence tomorrow with everyone here”. He nods. Cigarette resting between his index and middle finger.

“What time are your sisters coming?”

“Elizabeth has told me she's seeing someone in the morning so she’ll come round in the afternoon”. You turn to face him. Rolling your body. Moving the bed covers to make yourself decent as you rest your cheek onto your hands. “I think she's seeing a male acquaintance”

“Yeah?” You nod.

“She's been sneaking off a lot recently. Plus she doesn’t come round as often”

“Maybe she's just getting older?”

“Maybe…” you run your thumb over your lips as you think. “I think she's seeing one of your Peaky men”

“What makes you think that?” He looks at you. Amusement on his features at your theorising.

“I don’t know. I just think she is”

“Which one?”

“Edward. The younger one who delivered our groceries whilst we were at the safe house”. He nods. Pushing his lips together as he draws another drag. “He comes round here a lot more often then any of the others. Especially when my sister is here”. You rub your face with your hand. Shrugging. “I might be wrong though”

“Have you ever been wrong about your theories?”

“Once I thought someone was having an affair. Tried blackmailing her. Turns out she just had a new dog but her husband was allergic so she kept it a secret”. He laughs. “It made for a very awkward family meal”. You yawn. Covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You should get some rest”. You nod. Noticing his unmoving nature as he takes another draw from his cigarette. Hesitating a moment before reaching your hand out. Gently placing your hand on his wrist. Rubbing your thumb over the veins.

“You should sleep too”. His eyes glance to the affection. Moving he snuffs out the cigarette. You retract your hand. Placing it back to rest under your cheek. Watching as he puts the lamp out beside him. Going further under the covers. The bed covers come halfway up his torso. His arm going up and resting behind his head. Shutting your eyes as his breathing starts to deepen. Letting sleep take over you both.

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[yandere-wishes]

Who are your fav authors on here, why and what are your fav fics from them?

Anon, I don't think you're aware of the beast you've just unleashed!

So strap in cause this is going to be long.

Right off the bat, we have, @thefudge. I'm trying so hard not to sound like a deranged fangirl right now. But trust me when I say that I am OBSESSED with every single thing they write! I have read their fics SO SO many times and It's impossible to pick a single favorite one. So here are my top 5

Waiting for the barbarians

Within you is everything I am

I won't be these clothes I burn

His little dead wife 

god complex

Honestly, guys go check out their work they have so many stories spanning countless fandoms. They're literally the ones that got me into Star Wars in the first place! @thefudge I SWEAR I'm not a crazy fangirl, I just really love your writing and works!!

@yandere-romanticaa goes without saying, I've been a HUGE fan of Ana's since literally forever. She was actually one of the Yandere blogs that inspired me to start writing on Tumblr. Again I can't pick just one of her works I love so here's a top 5 list

Wanna Be yours 

Yandere! William Moriarty 

Yandere! Miguel O'hara

Yandere! Nikolai #1 and #2

Yandere! Dazai comparisons

She writes for so many fandoms and updates very frequently. She's also such an amazing and fun person so hearing her stories is always a treat!! Love you lots bestie!!

@fragileheartbeats is another amazing author I love her frigid aesthetic and how it adds a layer of etherealness to all her stories. Her scenarios are magical and written in such a way they evoke such sweet feelings. Honestly reading her stories makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a blanket with hot chocolate watching as the snow silently falls outside. 

Cute little things that melt their hearts (jjk) 

White Swan (jjk) 

How it feels to be loved by them (jjk) 

First kiss (jjk) 

When they become dads (jjk) 

These five are my TOP FAV works from her they're honestly so well-written and utterly adorable!! Guys I'm not kidding go follow her, she is literally my wify!!

@irresistible-revolution

I'm new to their work. BUT "A Coffin Made of Glass" is so beautifully written. It's dead dove yet so utterly bewitching. It takes place in the space between famous Star Wars scenes and gives a more in-depth view of the character's actions and sentiments. 

@spacexseven, omg where do I even begin? Okay, so they just have such a natural way with words. Their stories flow SO smoothly it's honestly astonishing! They've written two Childe fics, "Broken Vows" and "Mandatory Obligations" that I'm wholly obsessed with. The dialogue they write also feels so natural and forthcoming, it's absolutely enticing!!

@rrairey another author whose work I've recently gotten into!! If you're a Sukuna fan then her blog is the place to go. 

Love

Sukuna vs Plushie (a literal BANGER!!)

Gojo vs Plushie

Trust

Bracelet

Seriously, go check out her work!! The way she writes dialogue between the characters and the reader is so utterly perfect. It makes you feel as if you are right there saying those exact words. The scenarios (although) fictional feel so real thanks to her wonderful writing style. 

@dear-yandere needs no introduction, she's a staple in the yandere community. Her stories always blend love and creepiness to a perfect extent. Can I take a moment to just appreciate how poetic and GORGEOUS all her stories are?? Like seriously!! "Almost god" is my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME!! And don't even get me started on "Cry for Me"!! 

This turned out long I don't think anyone was expecting an essay. To be honest I consume more fanfics than published books nowadays so I guess it's a given to have such a long list. 

[buddhamethods]

10 BL Characters I Would Hit With My Car

(I don't have a licence and can't drive so this is just for fun OBVIOUSLY)

LISTEN, I love these characters. They are complex, they are human, they are flawed and yet you can't help but root for them. Or they are just giant assholes.

Regadless, I think they would all benefit from getting hit by a car as a little treat.

Feel free to tag yourselves and participate in a bit of lighthearted negativity and media complaining.

1) Ben From Never Let Me Go (2022)

Of course he would be on this list. Mainly because how are you, a closeted gay in a coming of age bl drama, sitting down in front of a piano next to a beautiful boy and not just completely eat his face in a passionate life altering kiss? I understand that was the whole point of the scene, but personally I would rise above the narrative that was trapping me.

2) Dan from Not Me (2021)

Being a cop, killing Sean's father and selling NFTs is bad enough on it's own, I agree. But Dan's biggest sin was taking the cigarette out of Yok's mouth and depriving us of seeing sad First Kanaphan smoking near a body of water-THE queer cinema experience.

As it turns out, you can be gay and homophobic at the same time.

3) Kenji from My Dear Gangster Oppa (2023)

So you have funky hair and kawnty fashion sense? Oh, you partake in fun bathtub threesomes? What, you're a little unhinged and psychotic? Perfect! THEN WHY THE HELL YOU SUCK AT BEING A VILLAIN SO HARD HUH???

Kenji you better put your helmet on, I'm turning on the engine.

4) Kanghan from Dangerous Romance (2023)

Rich people don't deserve rights in general so Kang was already on thin ice to begin with. But being a bully on top of that? UNDER THE HOOD OF THE CAR YOU GO!

Also he is so attention starved on account of his father being a negligent asshole that he will jump in front of my car willingly just to get a drop of love from dad and Sailom.

5) Yu Xi Gu from HIStory3: Make Our Days Count (2019)

(I'm so so incredibly sorry but I HAD to okay you don't underst- *gets shot immediately*)

6) Mork from Fish Upon The Sky (2021)

I looked at Pond for 0.1 second and fell so embarrasingly in love that for the entirety of FUTS I saw no flaws in Mork's character at all. All he did made sense and I was blissfuly having a great time! So I'm pummeling him to the ground for my own sake I CAN'T KEEP BEING THIS STUPID ABOUT HIM HE IS OBJECTIVELY CREEPY!

7) Vee from Love Mechanics (2022)

Was he in my "I want them carnally" list? Yes. Do I find him beautiful and incredible? Double yes. Am I smearing him on asphalt like a squished bug for causing Mark so much unnecessary pain and heartbreak? More likely than you think.

8) Jiwoo from To My Star/ To My Star 2 (2021-22)

MY BEAUTIFUL BOY!! A crumb of healthy communication is all I'm asking for!

Jiwoo was so emotionally bricked up for the majority of both seasons that it caused ME damage. So me hitting him with my car is both a revenge plot and an attempt to let loose some of those pent up feelings of his.

(But also I'm dead meat if Seojoon finds out it was me behind the wheel. He loves that boy too much.)

9) Zee from Twins (2023-24)

I'm volunteering to do this as public service to keep Sprite and First together without any twins switch drama. One gremlin down, one successful volleyball couple UP!!

10) Winner from Pit Babe (2023-24)

I want to do it as an experiment. I feel like he would make a funny sound under the wheels, like when you sqeeze clown's nose or step on a rubber duck. I would also like to see how this will affect his character. Will he become even more annoying? Will it fix him completely? ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!!

(This was so fun I love inflicting imaginary violence on fictional men. If you read this far into this incoherent insanity, consider yourself tagged!💖)

[nana-ur]

Corruption: Intro.

Pairings: Yandere!Taehyung x Reader || Jimin x Reader

Genre: Yandere, Romance (?), Psychological, Angst, Smut

Disclaimer: I do not condone, nor support or encourage anything I write in this fanfiction. It is purely fiction, means of entertainment, and should be treated as such. I do not think any of the BTS members would act remotely anything like what is represented here, which is why it’s called fiction. Other than that, please enjoy, and read at your own discretion. 

Trigger warnings and Tags; +18, Yandere elements, Possessive and Obsessive behaviors, Toxic Relationships, Unhealthy idealization, Drug and Substance Abuse, Mommy/Daddy Issues, Slow Burn, Smut (in future chapters), Artist!Tae, Rich!Tae, Lowkey SugarDaddy!Tae, BDSM, Power Dynamics, Manipulation, Slight age difference, Naive!Reader, Easy to Manipulate!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Virginity Kink, Corruption kink.. (There’s gonna be a LOT of kinks in here for further chapters, so I’ll save the wall of text LOL.) 

Intro  Part. 1   Part. 2   Part. 3   Part. 4  Part. 5  

Boring, he thought.

Everything about this stupid fucking event was excruciatingly boring.

First off, he didn't even want to be here. His mother forced him to come, practically dragging him outside by his own ear. 

"If you still want me to sponsor your pathetic little project, it'd be smart of you to come along with me this evening." Ah yes, the typical threats of estranging him financially in hopes of him spending time with her. Typical Mrs. Kim. 

The outing was a simple event where selected students who had won his fathers Academic Scholarship were rewarded a ‘party’ for their hard work and efforts. The scholarship was offered to college students who managed to make the highest ranking grades throughout their entire university. Impressive, to say the least, which is why each student present was granted $45,000 USD straight towards their college funds.

That sort of funding was simply pocket change for a man like his father.

His father was the CEO of Kim’s Legal Law Firm. It happens to be the third largest law firm in the country. Taehyung’s father has a tender soft spot for college students, especially ones who attend the same school he graduated from. Which is why he did events like this yearly, specifically for them.

But Taehyung? He could give two shits about a "Scholarly Party". He wasn't in school, nor did he want to be tied down by the ropes of education ever again. High School was more than enough, and that was years ago. He barely graduated. Though, after having his parents ``talk" to the principal of his private school, he suddenly went from having a D grade point average, to being at the top of his class in under an hour. He remembers clearly how Kim Namjoon glared daggers in his skull when he walked up the stairs leading to the stage at their highschool graduation, accepting his honors award that rightfully belonged to him instead. Taehyung couldn't really blame him, either. He'd be pissed off too if someone's rich parents paid off a school to make their irresponsible child graduate, whilst stealing his honors award that would've surely benefited him if he tried to enroll in college. 

Taehyung wasn't stupid by all means, no. He was actually pretty fucking smart. It's just he hates doing work, and he hates being told what to do. So instead of attending classes, doing homework, and going to exam days; he skipped classes to smoke weed, do things he wasn't supposed to do, and fuck around. What was stopping him? Surely not his parents. They barely bat an eye when he stayed away from home for days on end when he was only 15 years old. He remembers walking in after being away for 5 days straight to his dad barely sparing him a glance, and his mother wrapping herself up in a scarf so she could go out for the night. She walked right past him, not saying a word. 

Easy to say that his parents had their priorities straightened out already, and Taehyung wasn't one of them. But he doesn't care. 

Or that's what he tries to tell himself when he has emotional outbursts, or when he gets arrested for DUIs, or when he gets questioned for being under the influence, and more outlandish things his parents had authorities shove under a rug. 

His parents had money and generational wealth. Taehyung could do anything, say anything, and be whatever he wanted. So who cares if his parents were a little emotionally unavailable? He didn't care. Nope. Not at all. Not one bit.

But sometimes, just, sometimes, he finds himself yearning for motherly love. He finds himself wishing he had a father to look up to, instead of the stone cold businessman his own father was.

He desperately wanted to be loved by someone.

And he hated that feeling. It made him feel weak.

The feeling that gnawed at the emptiness inside of his own chest. The empty void that hurts and caves into himself whenever he sees someone receive the unconditional love he could only wish for. 

Oh, how he wanted someone to love.

To hold, to cherish, to smother with affection, to be loyal to and never let go. 

Never let go. 

Taehyung has had his fair share of relationships, of course. He was pretty, tantalizing, rich, and he likes to think of himself as quite the charmer. 

Those relationships weren’t too serious or noteworthy, honestly. Most of the women he dated were trophy girlfriends his friends set him up with. Most just dated him for status, sex, and money. Surprisingly, he had no problem with this. 

It's just how the world works, isn't it?

No matter how pretty or sweet, though, he's never fallen in love with any of those women.

He's never been in love at all.

He’s felt the intense feelings of infatuation and lust, but none of those feelings lasted for more than 2 weeks. He often finds himself getting bored of the same repetitive types of women that came into his life. 

There were two categories of women that Kim Taehyung seems to attract. 

One being the typical spoiled woman with daddy’s black card. This type didn’t need him at all for financial reasons, they were set for life, and possibly even the afterlife. They always had a certain aura to them, that look in their eyes, that pep in the way they walk. All of which seems to remind him of his own mother. Yeah, he knows it’s weird. It’s weird to date women that remind you of your mother, but Taehyung was the farthest thing from normal. 

What did Sigmund Freud say? Taehyung would think about the little bit of psychology knowledge he gained when he used to half pay attention in class often. Something about how mommy issues can lead down an unhealthy path of romantic relationships if not addressed in therapy, and so on. He thought it was quite interesting how he felt called out at that moment, which is why psychology became one of his favorite subjects while he was still in school. He may have skipped a lot, but when he was there, he tried to pay attention to the lectures.

The second category of women who Taehyung attracts were models. Not the runway, nepo baby models everyone sees on social media. No, not those. 

The models who were oh so pretty, but also had that vacant lost look in their eyes. They were signed to agencies who barely let them on the runway. Not because of their looks, but because of their raging reliance on drugs and substances. The walking stereotype of a ‘The Weeknd’ song is how he would describe these women. 

These women were with him for a completely different reason than the others. 

Taehyung was a bit guilty when it came to having a “hero complex”. He isn’t a saint by any means; he’s done his fair share of substances. He was peer pressured to do a lot of things when he was younger. 

Though, whenever he gets with these women, his goal is to “fix” them by giving them endless attention, affection, and care. He was always there when they went through withdrawals, when they were puking into plastic bags because they failed to eat prior to drowning themselves in narcotics and powder. He would rub their backs, help them take a cold shower, fix them soup, and hold them until they fell asleep. 

Taehyung had a soft spot for these women. Because he understands.

He understood the pain. The desperation to feel nothing. 

To fill that empty void with something. Something. 

These women were crying for help, so why not help them?

It filled him with a sense of importance after helping these women get clean. It was like he was healing his inner child in a sick, twisted way. Though, like most things, those relationships came to an end.

Although it was never really his fault these relationships would end. 

He was too “demanding”, “controlling”, “possessive”, he’s been told by most, if not all, of the women he’s been involved with.

They never truly accepted him for who he was. They were the foolish ones, not him. 

If they just understood him, if they would just understand.

Which is why he’s never fallen in love before. 

That was the ‘love’ life of Kim Taehyung. It was sad and depressing, but it’s something he had to get used to. It was all he was ever exposed to growing up. It was all he knew.

Maybe one day, things would be different. Happen differently.

Perhaps, authentically, unlike his past.

Perhaps he could fall in love.

He dreamed about such things. It would keep him up at night with a beating heart.

He was a disgusting hopeless romantic. 

“Are you paying attention?” Taehyung quickly blinked out of his short-lived daze and cocked his head down towards the voice. It was his mother, looking at him with those judgemental eyes he once used to hide from. Now, it doesn’t scare him anymore. 

But it made him feel significantly small nonetheless. 

God, he hated being here. It was so tacky.

Everyone was instructed to wear white. Though Taehyung, obviously, chose to be a little shit to piss off his mom and wore a black turtleneck, with a black blazer and even blacker slacks. His black hair was styled to where his fringe was covering most of his forehead, and slightly his eyes which were a light gray today, due to his contacts. Black on black.

He nodded his head towards his mother, ushering her to continue on with what she was saying even though he dissociated for most of it. 

Something he learned how to do at a very young age with ease.

“As I was saying,” she snapped, “your father wants you to greet some of the students. It would be beneficial for you to ask questions about college life, possibly even make some new friends tonight," Taehyung groaned internally, rolling his eyes in a way that his mother wouldn’t catch on. Here comes the “you need to go to school and study” talk. He would always shut it down. He’s 27 years old, too old to even be considered a senior at this point. 

To please his mother and to make her stop talking, he walked away from the railing he was leaning on and looked down into his wine glass, swirling it around to watch the red liquid create ripples. 

Looking up, he immediately spots his father speaking to what he presumes to be a student. The student was dressed in a plain, silky short back-out white gown with spaghetti straps. 

With her rear side facing his direction, it was hard to make out what the conversation was about. Maybe his father was being the creep he always was when it came to hanging around girls decades younger than him.

He can usually tell by the look in his fathers eyes, which seemed innocent to others, but Taehyung knew better than that. He knew his father well, even if he had no desire to. 

But all he could think about was how enticing she looked, even from behind where her face was hidden. The curve of her torso allowed the silky dress to hug her body perfectly, creating a silhouette that would give any Greek sculpture a run for its money. Dragging his eyes up and down her figure, he finds himself absentmindedly outlining the perimeter of her body with his irises, imprinting it into his own memory. 

Taehyung had an excellent photographic memory. 

It was strange, really. He was never someone to be enticed by “energy”, and he was never one to approach women. Not that he didn’t want to, it’s just that he didn’t have to. Any woman he was interested in came to him first without fail. But something was pulling him forward, beckoning him to approach the mysterious girl.

Which is exactly what he did.

His steps were calculated, precise. Making good first impressions was a piece of cake for Kim Taehyung, something he was often praised for from time to time. Which is probably the reason why his parents forced him to come to this tedious event. They used him as the token golden boy, utilizing his charms and making him talk to perverted, older guests that came to their events, hoping that he’d win their favor in exchange that his father gets to strengthen his connections. They started doing this when he turned 18, making use of his good looks and people skills.

Earning his parents' respect as their son isn’t easy. Especially a son who belonged to the Kim family. He had to attend the same university as his father, and to not make a mockery out of the family name. In which, he failed to do both. Saying he has their respect now is a stretch, but they found him to be useful when it came to winning over disgusting old CEOs and Chaebols. 

His brother, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He graduated from university with high honors, even went ahead and attended graduate school as well, then he went to law school. He completed all of this by the time he turned 30. 

Taehyung appreciates that his brother took up all the responsibility, and the burden of expectations off of his shoulders.

However,

Deep inside, real deep inside, he could only dream of being the center of his parents' life the way Seokjin was. They loved him. Doted on him. Spoiled him. Gave him all the extra love and affection that should’ve gone to Taehyung instead. 

As a teenager, he was resentful towards his brother for the obvious showcase of favoritism his parents did. They didn’t even try to hide it. They would compare the two any chance they got; rubbing in the accomplishments of his elder brother in his face, reminding him that he will amount to nothing in life. 

Nothing but a burnt out artist, is what his father says. 

But whatever, Taehyung didn’t care. Not one bit.

“Hello, son,” His father greeted him once he noticed Taehyung's formidable figure saunter over, the tone of his voice evidently curt and strict in contrast to the lighthearted conversation he was having with the young lady. 

Ah, great. It was just as he guessed. His father was being a creep, and was actively flirting with this poor girl. Good thing Taehyung was here to save her from his fathers inappropriate stares and invasive questions.

Sparing his father a tight lipped smile, he walks past the young lady to align himself right next to his father, finally.

Finally, he could see her face.

And wow.

Everything around him became blurred, every sound that tried to meet his ears became all jumbled together, like indecipherable radio signals.

All he could focus on was you.

You.

You.

With his unexpected appearance, you instinctively looked up at him, his gray eyes meeting your own. He tilted his head to the side and gave you a cheeky grin, in which you reciprocated with your own, skittish smile.

That smile. 

He’ll never forget a smile like that, that’s for sure. 

The apples of your cheeks were rosy with dew and the afterglow of being in such a warm venue. Taehyung thought the sight of it was absolutely breathtaking. 

His gray eyes stayed on yours, unwavering. He intensely scanned your face, jotting down each little detail into his mind. 

Noticing the fervor of his gaze, you tore your eyes away from the fervent unwarranted stare-off and looked down at your feet, your face flushing with heat.

Aw.

He wanted to look into your eyes for a little bit longer. 

But that’s okay, he’ll get your attention one way or another.

After all, he just couldn’t help himself. 

Your face was just his type.

Would it be a stretch for him to say everything about the way you look was just his type? Perhaps, but Taehyung was known for moving extremely fast.

In more ways than one. 

“I’d like for you to meet Ms.____,” his father uttered out your first name. It sounded like a symphony to Taehyung's ears. A pretty face and a pretty name, huh.

How unfair. 

Your name began to replay like a broken record inside of his head. Sounding out each syllable internally, his tongue dragged across the side of his cheek before testing the name out loud in a hushed whisper.

The way your name began to reiterate persistently in his head – It would drive any sane person crazy.

Good thing Taehyung was the latter. 

“Well, Ms.___,” Taehyung scooped up your hand into his own, hoping the abrupt swift action will bless him with your soft gaze once again.

And it did.

With wide eyes, your neck nearly snapped as you rose your head from its previous position of looking down. You stared at him with big doe eyes, confusion swirling in your irises. 

That expression on your face was dangerous.

Especially for a man like him.

He brought your delicate hand up towards his red tinted lips, all while maintaining eye contact. He could feel you trembling in the palm of his hand.

What were you doing to him?

He felt slightly bewitched by you. He’s met his fair share of gorgeous women. Hell, he’s even met some of the world's most infamous models. 

But none of them compared to you. 

None of them had this effect on him. 

None of them took his breath away like this.

None of them at all.

He placed a soft kiss onto the back of your hand, a mellow smile spreading across his face when his lips met your soft, warm skin. 

“It’s a pleasure, pretty girl,” He whispered loud enough for you to hear, his breath fanning onto the skin of your hand. 

He slowly backed away, not letting your hand go just yet, leading it downwards but still holding it firm in his grip. He had to savor your reaction before he retracts completely.

He could tell you were wary with the sudden public display of affection, especially right in front of his own father. But truly, Taehyung didn’t give a fuck. He was someone who didn’t care if anyone was watching, especially his own father. Social anxiety or upholding social status wasn’t something for him to worry about.

And you’ll come to find that out very soon. 

Sooner than you think. 

Your eyes glossy, blown out, and your mouth was slightly gaped open from shock; it sent a concealed chill down his spine. Was a pretty girl like you not used to such things? The thought alone baffled him. 

Impossible, he thought. 

“U-uh–,” you stammered out incohesive words, your eyes darting between him and his father, worry, confusion, and conflicting attraction clear in your eyes. It was cute, how worried you got over something as small as a hand kiss. 

“Nice… to meet you too? Mister…” you were dodging every attempt at eye contact Taehyung was throwing your way, but he wasn’t having it. Wherever you looked, his head would follow with a tilt and a smirk, teasing you in a playful way you weren’t used to. 

“Taehyung, but for you? My name can be whatever your heart desires.” 

He’s used that cringy pick-up line many times. Most of the time it was just to please the other person, give them something they want to hear. Usually never what he wanted.

But he meant it when he said it to you. 

That same, irresistible nervous smile crept back onto your face at his words. Your neck once again flushing hot. This time, though, your eyes were focused on how his hand was still grasping yours. 

Taehyung took this as an opportunity to grab another reaction out of you, he began rubbing soft circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

At this, you jumped softly, clearly not used to someone touching you like this.

Or touching you at all.

And for some reason, that thought alone excited him like nothing else. 

Suddenly, Taehyung felt his fathers hand creep onto his shoulder.

Unexpectedly this annoyed him.

More than it usually does. 

“It seems like you are already acquainting yourself with Miss.___,” his father spoke in a way that seemed placate to others, but Taehyung knew better. He was being a passive aggressive shithead. 

“Oh you know, just doing what you wanted me to, Father,” Taehyung quickly retorted back, a tight smile forming on his lips. 

His father had the nerve to get pissy as if he didn’t force him to attend this mundane event in the first place? Yeah, sure, Taehyung was grabbing the attention of the girl his father was openly flirting with, but didn’t he see how uncomfortable you were? 

He could tell how tense the mood was when he got closer to the two of you earlier. The way you were holding your left arm with your right hand, folding into yourself as his father got closer and closer to your personal bubble. 

You clearly weren’t interested.

At Taehyung’s smart aleck comment, his father shot him a look that only he caught, and walked away slowly after retracting his hand from his shoulder. 

It was better to not make a scene where people were watching. His father was extremely anal on how he was perceived; he wanted others to see him in a specific type of light. He was probably on his way to bother some other college student, anyway. Either way, Taehyung was glad he left.

Finally, old fuck. 

It’s about damn time he developed erectile dysfunction or something, how old is he again?

Regrouping himself, he finally let it sink in that you two were finally alone. 

Finally,

“Oh god, did I,” you stammered, “did I just make it really awkward? Oh my god.”

How peculiar. It was obvious that his father was the one who ruined the mood to begin with, but you resorted to blaming yourself instead. 

How peculiar. 

“Sorry I’m just not, you know… used to this,” you gestured your free hand around the venue you two were currently in the middle of. Everything was glistening with marble, glitter, blinding shades of white, and overly priced furniture. To anyone not used to such a lifestyle, it would of course be overwhelming. 

But to Taehyung, it just seemed tacky. 

Tacky and distasteful. 

If it were up to him, the whole idea of everything being white would be thrown out the window.

What’s up with rich people and their odd obsession with things white and marbley?

“Not used to try-hard rich people and their shitty interior designing?” Taehyung quipped, a smirk present on his lips as he raised his wine glass for a sip.

“What?! No! No. I, well… no!” the screws in your head were visibly malfunctioning, fighting with each other, trying to decide whether or not you should directly insult the interior of the venue right in front of him. Given the fact that he was the son of the man who invited you to such an event, and granted you a scholarship.

And possibly the son of the man who came up with the interior design of everything you’re looking at.

A chuckle rumbled in Taehyung's chest as he watched your internal and outward struggle. He could tell by the quick glint in your eyes that you agreed with him, but were too afraid to say something that would cause conflict. Tilting his head to the side, he raised his wine glass once again to his lips, taking a swig of it while he looked you up and down over the rim.

To his surprise, you still haven’t retracted your hand from his.

Lowering his drink, his tongue pressed to the side of his cheek once again out of habit. 

You still weren’t looking at him. 

“You know, it’s rude to refuse eye contact, pretty girl,” he said matter-of- factly in a teasing tone, fauxing disappointment.

“Oh,” you breathed out, clearly flustered at the recurring pet name and with the fact that he just called out your inability to maintain eye contact. 

With hesitancy, you looked up at him, your eyes shifting left and right a few times before settling on his intense gray orbs. 

It seemed to have surprised you that he was staring at you intensely this whole time because the moment your eyes connected with his, your body shifted. To his disappointment, you slowly retracted your hand from his, putting it back to your side. 

With his now free hand, Taehyung lifted it towards your face. And like any normal person, you flinched and moved backwards a bit. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Cute.

But, he couldn’t hold himself back.

He had to do something. 

He tested the waters first, nudging his fingers against your jaw, caressing the outline of the bone before cupping your right cheek. His hand gently melts onto your warm, soft skin. He looks at you intently, deep in thought.

You were so beautiful.

Dangerously so. Taehyung wasn’t the type to be bewitched like this. 

His fingers caressed your warm face, your wide eyes trembling at him with uncertainty, confusion. He dragged his thumb from your cheek down to the supple lumps of your lips. He began gliding the digit left and right on your bottom lip before slowly pulling down on the muscle, revealing just a peak of your bottom teeth and the soft wet flesh on the inside, your gums a pretty pink. 

Even with all of this going on, he still maintained eye contact with you. His gaze never wavering. 

And his mind began to wander. 

It began to wander to menacing thoughts. 

Taehyung was known for having… an acquired taste, when it came to certain things. He’s been told so by many women in his life. It’s not like he wanted to like those things, it just happened by default. Things that excite him, that shouldn’t excite him. Things that he likes to do to others, to the people he’s interested in. Things such as bending and twisting them at his will, pulling a leg here, doing a thing there, just to pull a reaction out of them. He knew such things were red flags, concerning even. But if it was between two consenting adults, what was the problem?

Which is why he began to envision this woman he just met a few minutes ago sucking on his thumb. He imagined the look you would have in your eyes; innocent, glossy, excited, scared, unsure. He imagined the soft, spongy texture of your tongue, slick on his finger, how you’d open up for him like a good girl. And those eyes. They were dangerous, Taehyung decided. Looking at them for too long already had him spiraling with these thoughts.

You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?

Like a twig, he snapped out of his daze. His eyes finally focusing on you quickly taking a step back, wiping away the inkling of spit that dripped out of your mouth as a result of your bottom lip being pried open. With a red face, you looked at him, completely disoriented and confused.

Taehyung didn’t even notice the wetness on his thumb, or the spittle that trickled down the digit onto his knuckle.

Ah, oops.

“W-what was that-,” you stuttered out, your hand clasping against your mouth in shock, eyes frantically looking around, relief sagging on your shoulders when you noticed no one was looking. But there was a cloud hanging over your head, weighing down on you. 

A cloud you didn’t quite understand.

Just yet.

“Become my muse.”

“What-,” You blinked at him, completely caught off guard.

“Let me paint you. Be my muse.” He cut you off before you could question him any further. 

Taehyung had already made up his mind the moment he set eyes on you. Even when your back was facing him; he already knew what he wanted.

And Taehyung was a man known for getting exactly what he wanted. 

[lithuanianking]

Do you have any outsiders headcanons-

@hatter-holding-tea don't know why you keep pretending i don't know it's you

I may make a little mini fiction about this cause I got the bug if there's a demand

I vaguely based this off of randomly generated headcanons because it takes me 30 years to formulate an opinion on characters I like after I indulge in my little obsessions. But dw i expanded in them alot so hopefully it won't be too Cliche

Two-bit is a very skilled artist. He's no van gogh and he can only really copy things and not create original works,it's because he drew characters from comics, mainly Archie,for his sister.

He doesn't tell anyone about it since there's really no need to and it doesn't go well with being a greaser. He can dish it out but he can't take it. But when he starts dating Marcia he starts opening up and eventually draws her.

Dallas steals a lot of his clothes,no surprise,but what is surprising is it's from his friends. More accurately those who's he's been in the house of and really less of his friends and more of their dads since he's way bigger than the rest of his friends . A pair of Darrel Sr ‘s shoes from the Curtis house,a jacket from Steve's dad,A belt from Johnny's and so on. It usually gets the last two in hot water and it was funny to the first,until Mr. And Mrs. Curtis passed away.

Steve used to have a dog. Some mutt leftover in a “free puppy box” left on some random street corner. It reminded him of Johnny in a way,and when he whined at him he couldn't leave in behind. He loved that dog and it loved him. Until one day while he was at work the dog chewed on Steve's Dada shoes. When he got back the dog was dead.

Darry is oblivious to any and all romantic interests someone may show them. There's been tons of girls (and even guys) who've come on to him. He was more aware of it when he wasn't working but now he's too busy to notice.

Sodapop sings at the top of his lungs in the shower. It's random songs and he's not particularly good at it. It's annoying every time but especially when he gets home real late.darry just turns off the lights in the bathroom whenever he'd Start so he'd think the power went out and it used to work.until after 5 times soda wised up.

Ponyboy can't sleep in complete darkness. He's always gotta have either the door open a crack or the curtains open. Luckily soda can sleep through anything and the house never seems to get too dark.

Johnny loves books and just stories in general. He enjoyed it when they read Romeo and Juliet in class and all that stuff. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, he's dyslexic and that's why he can't read too well on his own.

[diazsdimples]

Fic Writers Meme

Tagged by @inell

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

277,040

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 but I did write a bunch of British Actor RPF back in high school lmao

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (Buddie) How can this be wrong? (Bucktommy) For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (Buddie) Sweet child of mine (Bucktommy) The heat of the moment (Buddie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do, even though it takes me a second sometimes. I always appreciate people putting in the time to tell me what they thought of my stuff!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of them? All my fics have happy endings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) just for the hopeful Buckley-Diaz family feels but honestly any of them could work

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The occasional "this wouldn't happen in canon!!" and I'm like yeah! That's cause it's fiction!! But other than that, not really no.

9. Do you write smut?

9 of my 19 fics are smut and my smut fics are usually my longest. So, yep!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope but I do write AUs based off premises from other things? Sort of?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Kind of? I deleted a fic once bc it wasn't a vibe for me (it was a request that I didn't love and didn't know how to say no) and the original requester of the fic, with whom I'd fallen out, messaged being like hey!! saw you deleted it!!! good news is I copied it into google docs before you could!!! Which I did not love

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I am currently co-writing 2 fics with @hippolotamus and one with @theotherbuckley, when I remember they exist 🫣

14. What is your all time favorite ship?

Buddie will always be my go to for writing. I'm compelled a lot by Bucktommy and Buddietommy (and Eddietommy lbr) but for the most part if I come up with an AU, it'll be a Buddie one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Single Dads AU or Frostpunk AU. They've just been around for so long that I feel like people have either forgotten or are sick of them and I just have No Beans for them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof I don't know, I think maybe coming up with plots/ compelling storylines

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I struggle most with describing things and emotions and if there's a scene that very emotion heavy it'll take me a long time to write it because I agonise over the correct words to use.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language during a fic?

I wouldn't unless I had someone who spoke the language who was able to help guide me, mostly because I don't want to make mistakes

19. First fandom you wrote for?

British Actor RPF (specifically Tom Hiddleston/Benedict Cumberbatch

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Play me like a fiddle is my baby, will always be my baby, and it is my most beloved. 34k of Music Nerd James with a whole load of Buddie feels and closet sex. Idk, I peaked there tbh

NP tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @buckera @watchyourbuck

@spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard @bigfootsmom @wikiangela @jesuisici33

@rainbow-nerdss @steadfastsaturnsrings and anyone else who wants to share their stuff! (And if I forgot anyone, I apologise)

[lunaloveskpop23]

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Summary: The reader lives in a village that starts having werewolves at night and they tear up the village. What would happen when the werewolves never go near her family farm and the villagers want to sacrifice her to the werewolves?

Warning: cussing, angst, violence, mentions of blood, a character who gets wounded.

Genre: angst. fluff.

*PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK*

*THIS IS PURELY FICTION*

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Y/N's POV:

In a little village, there lived a girl who has always lived there with her family. They have a farm called Aurora farms. Named after her grandmother. She has two siblings, her younger brother Huening Kai and her older sister Rose.

Her and her older sister do not get along. But her and her brother get along. Her mom and dad are not that rich, but they farm for the market and she helps run the stan at the market.

They usually work near the bakery where her friends run. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho. Hongjoong's mom opened the store after a general's daughter gave her the money.

Y/N is the girl. She is currently 22 helping her family out and she is currently at the stan trying to sell produce and vegetables.

*Now to the story*

"Thank you, have a wonderful day!" I sold my last tomato and I write that down.

"Get more tomatoes for the stan." I say to myself as I write.

"Y/N!" I look up and see Yeosang running up to me.

"Yeosang! Hi!" I hug him. I haven't seen him nor any of my other friends from the bakery in a while. I missed them.

"It's been awhile love. We made you something..." Yeosang pulls away and smiles at me. "Close your eyes."

I close my eyes happily. He takes my hands and I feel him putting something soft in my hands.

"Open love." I open my eyes and I gasp. It's their famous bread. I get so happy.

"Oh my god! Thank you!" I say happily.

"It's enough for your family. I know we haven't seen you in awhile and we miss you. So we decided to give you the famous bread."

I smile and blush. They are always so caring to me. I really loved them. I fell in love with them after being friends for 2 years. They've cared for me and even helped me at the stan sometimes. They make me feel loved and important.

"I appreciate it," I say softly.

"Do you need any help while I am here?" He asks me.

"Oh sure! Could you put the fix that over there?" I pointed towards a pile of boxes and one of the boxes was on the ground.

"As you wish, Y/N." He says softly. He picks up the box and sets it down on top of the boxes. "Like this?"

"Perfect! Thank you!"

"Y/N!!" I look up and see Rose, my sister. I fake a smile.

"Hi, sis! What brings you here?" I ask.

"Well, mom wants your help. She says one of the horses is acting weird." She says and looks at Yeosang. "Oh, hi Yeosang." She flutters her eyes.

Yeosang had a fake smile and clearly looked uncomfortable. "Um hi, Rose."

"I'll go check it out. Please stay at the stan until 5, ok?" I tell her.

"Ok, fine. Would you like to help me, Yeosang?"

"Um....." Yeosang looks uncomfortable again.

"Yeosang!" We turn and see Yunho and San run up to us.

"Sorry laddies, but we need Yeosang. It's his turn to bake some cakes." San says.

"Oh, that is totally ok, you can take him." I say and Yeosang smiles at me.

"Its good to see you, Y/N!" San and Yunho yell over their shoulder as they walk away.

Rose starts looking angry.

I take off my apron and set it down.

"They would never like someone like you, little sis," Rose says angry. She's always had a crush on them as well, but I'm closer to them and they always ignore her.

I roll my eyes. My sister, always had someone crushing on her. She is popular around the village and loves the attention. My friends are the first men who aren't giving her any attention and it makes her angry.

"Just get to work. I'm off to go see what is up with the horses." I put my hair up in a ponytail and leave.

"One day, I'll get you, little sis," Rose whispers to herself.

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I go to the barn and hear some of the horses going crazy.

"Woah woah woah, hey." I run up to my horse Firefly. I try to calm her down and it works.

"Shhh, what's wrong love?" I ask. After she calms down, every other horse starts settling down.

"They started freaking out after we heard rustling near the field." I look up and see my brother Kai.

"I wonder why they did?" I soothe Firefly.

"Mom says dinner is almost ready by the way," Kai says.

"Ok, I'll come in and help." I almost get up.

"Oh no, sis. It's ok! I already set everything up! You do not need to do anything." He says happily. I smile.

"Thanks, little brother." I smile. "Did Rose help at all?"

"No. All she did was sit and play with Lily." Lily is our dog.

"Really? And she got away with it?" I ask.

"I mean, she always does. She's so spoiled." He says angry.

"Well, let's just go inside." I say, standing up. He stands up and we go inside.

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*after dinner*

I nearly went to my room, until I hear my parents say something.

"Have you heard about Diana's farm?" My father ask.

"The one near the village?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Well, her farm....apparently got destroyed by wild animals."

Wild animals? Near here?

"Wild animals??" My mother asks.

"Some people in the village are spreading that....it's werewolves."

I quietly gasp.

My mother laughs.

"Oh, come on. Werewolves? Those are just myths, honey."

I quietly run to my room. I shut my door silently. Werewolves? Do they actually exist?? What if they do?

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A few days later, the attacks on farms get worse. It started to become a problem with everyone. So the mayor planned a curfew for the entire village. But of course, people would still not listen and go out.

Like my sister. She wanted me and her to get apples. For pies to make for our father's birthday.

"I never understood why we are going now? It's dark!" I say angry.

"Its just a quick trip stupid. Just keep up." Rose says angry.

I sigh and we walk. We get there to the tree......but no apples.

"Damn! That bitch Violet must have gotten the apples!" She throws a fit.

"I'm sure there will be more soon. Let's just g-" I hear a growl. Oh no....

"No! There's a peach tree! Let's get some of-" I grab her hand. "Hey!!" She yells and we run.

We run and I hear something run behind us. I try not to look. Then I trip and fall.

"Owww..." I say. Rose doesn't look back. She's running still.

"ROSE WAIT!" I yell.

She has left me and I couldn't believe it....I look and see 8 werewolves. I get scared and back up to a tree.

One of the wolves came up to me and sniffed me. I try not to cry. It backs up and licks my face. I look at it confused. I look into the wolves eyes. It's brown.....why do those eyes feel familiar?? I look at the other wolves. They look at me and walk away. I get confused.

What just happened???

*a few minutes later*

I get home and I see Rose crying to our mom and dad.

"Then she says, "Go! Leave me here. I'll sacrifice myself for you!" She says dramatically.

"At least you are alive, my dear." My mom says happy and hugging her.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"Sis! You're alive!" Kai says happily and hugs me. I hug him.

My mom, dad, and sister looks at me. I look at them.

"Rose....you left me there..."

"No. I never did. You just don't remember sweet sister. You're being delusional." She says while petting my hair.

I slap her hand away and go upstairs. I slam my door and go to my bed. I cry for what felt like hours. I hear a rock at my window....can people leave me alone?!

I get up and look out the window. I see my friends....I haven't seen them in a while. Well, besides Yeosang, San and Yunho. I open my window.

"Why are you guys here?" I whisper.

"We wanted to make sure you are ok! We heard about the creatures going towards farms and we wanted to make sure you and your farm is ok!" Seonghwa says sweetly.

I smile. They always cared. What I noticed about them was that their clothes were a bit dirty and there was some blood on their clothes. Odd? They are bakers....I don't think about it anymore.

"Everything is OK. I promise." I tell them. They smile at me.

"Want us to come up there, princess?" Mingi says. I blush and shake my head. Him and Yeosang always flirt. Wooyoung too. Well, all of them actually.

"No, it's ok! Just go home. Everything is OK. I promise." I say trying to give them encouragement.

They nod and wave to me, bye. At least them and Kai cared.

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*the next night*

Mayor's POV:

"Sir, someone is here to see you." A guard says. I signal him to let the person in. It's a woman.

"How may I help you"

"Well, I have an idea to help get rid of the werewolf situation." The woman looks familiar to me.

"Oh? And who are you to give me ideas?"

"I'm Rose. Rose L/N."

I stop. The Aurora farms oldest daughter?

"My idea would guarantee us safety." She says.

"Go on?"

"Well, I know for a fact that my sister is a witch and that the wolves like her. She didn't even die when they were in front of her."

I get quiet.

"So, we sacrifice her. To the wolves."

*the next morning. Back to Y/N's POV*

Y/N's POV:

The mayor asked for a meeting with the village.

"I would like to let everyone know that we have an idea to get rid of the werewolves. We will sacrifice a witch."

Everyone gasps.

"A witch?!" Someone says.

"In our village?!" People start to freak out.

"Silence now! We will call the witch up and she'll go with my guards to the woods and wait until the werewolves can find her. Will....Ms. Y/N L/N come up here."

Everyone looks at me and I stay silent. A witch? Me?!

I nearly start crying, but i walk slowly up there.

"Everyone, look at the witch! Say goodbye!" The Mayor says.

Ateez's POV:

"What's going on?" Hongjoong and her friends come up whispering because they are confused. They forget to wake up early and they see a meeting happening.

"A witch is getting sacrificed to the werewolves." Someone whispers to them.

"A witch?" Seonghwa says confused.

They get closer and see.....Y/N?

"Y/N?!" Jongho says angry.

They knew she wasn't a witch. They were confused what was happening.

They all get angry and Mingi and San nearly go up there to punch the mayor.

"Guys, hold them." Hongjoong says and hold them.

"We need to keep calm. Please! No one cause a sc-" Mingi gets free and stomps up there.

"Oh no." Yeosang and Jongho run after him.

Mingi goes up.

"Hey, you're not allowed to get close to the sacr-" mingi punches him.

Jongho grabs mingi.

"Ahh Hongjoong and his team of lazy bakers. How humble for you to see this." The Mayor says.

"Let her go asshole!" Mingi yells.

"But she is a witch. She'll be sacrificed to the wolves. Everything will be back to normal!" The Mayor says.

Hongjoong grabs mingi as well.

"What you are doing is wrong. And you all are letting this happen! Because you believe such stupid rumors! Such cowards you all have become!" Hongjoong yells.

"Keep talking and you'll end up in jail. You and your group. Now, say your words to her."

We all look at Y/N. She's crying. We get close to her.

"Hongjoong?" She whispers.

Hongjoong bends down.

"We promise you. You will survive." Hongjoong whispers.

She sobs, and the guards take her away in a carriage.

They are mad and have to come up with an idea to save the woman they love.

"Hongjoong..." They turn to see her brother crying.

"Will she be ok?" Her brother cries out.

Seonghwa grabs him and gives him a hug.

"Shhhh she'll be OK. I promise." He rubs Kais back.

They had to come up with something fast. Before the moon......they become a different person....

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Y/N's POV:

I cry and get cold. It's officially nighttime, and I'm cold, hungry, and exhausted. Also extremely thirsty.

The group of guards laugh and surround my carriage.

"Its getting dark, sweetheart. They'll be here soon!" They laugh.

I stay silent. I hear a growl. I look up and see 4. Wait.....I thought there was 8?

"Ah! There's some! Here!" They open the door and grab me and throw me towards the wolves.

"She's all yours. No one in the village wants her. You can keep her. Or eat her!" The guard says happily.

I look up and the wolves look at me.

I get scared. The wolves start growling and starts walking towards the guards. I get confused and three of them go towards the guards. One stays near me.

I look at the werewolf confused. What is happening?

The guards stop laughing and start getting confused.

"Hey! She's the one you want! Not us!" The guy who threw me said.

The wolves start attacking the guards. The guards weren't putting up a fight besides one and he hurt one of the wolves and it lays on the ground. It starts transforming into....Mingi?

I get confused and think about it for a minute......they are the werewolves?!!! I look up at the one in front of me.

Who is this one?

"Mingi!" I yell to mingi, who is passed out. I start crying.

The werewolf who was next to him attacked the one who hurt Mingi.

The fight was over, and the werewolves transformed back into their human forms. San, Yunho, who attacked the guy who attacked Mingi and Yeosang, was the one in front of me.

"Yeossss-" I pass out.

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*a few hours later.*

I wake up and see San and Wooyoung cuddling me.

I get confused and look to see Seonghwa and Hongjoong in my room talking. They look at me.

"You're awake. Thank god!" Seonghwa says happily.

San and Wooyoung wake up. Yeosang was in the room and near my feet on my bed. Yunho and Jongho was in here too. By the wall.

"I'm sure you have questions." Hongjoong says.

I nod.

They explained everything. How a witched cursed them all after their fathers trashed her house and destroyed it. How they were scared to tell me and how it was them causing problems in the village.

I nod. Not knowing what to say.

"I know it's a lot to take in..." Yunho says.

"But we are still the same people you know and love." Wooyoung says.

I nod.

"Is Mingi ok?" I ask.

"He's ok. He just got hurt a little bit. He is sleeping." San whispers.

Thank God. I was worried about him.

"We wanted to protect you." Yeosang says.

I look at them all and blush.

"Thank you. For saving me.." I smile.

They smile back and all of them one at a time hug me gently. I feel kisses from them.

"I love you all so much." I say.

"We love you too. Always." Wooyoung says caressing my face gently. I blush.

"Now Woo, don't kiss her. Let her pick who she is kissing first!" San whines.

I giggle.

I love them.....my werewolves.

*fun little bonus scene.*

I walk and see Mingi awake. I gently walk in the bedroom. He looks up.

"Y/N!" He hugs me gently. I hug him.

"Mingi..." I snuggle into him.

Hw kisses my neck gently and kisses my face.

"I was scared. I thought I lost you, princess." He says. I pull his face.

"I'm ok. I promise." I say softly and I kiss him gently.

"Nooooooooooo!! Why did you kiss him?! I wanted to be the first you kiss!" Wooyoung whines. Seonghwa grabs him and shuts the door. I giggle. I'm so happy to have them in my life. I don't care that they are werewolves.

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Hi, my pookies!!!! How are you all doing? I hope doing well. I hope you guys are enjoying the Halloween stories. This was supposed to come out on Halloween, but it never did and I apologize. It has been a hectic week. I promise more stories are on the way. Just you wait. 🩷💜😊

- Luna 💜🩷

[amayaonly1]

Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 1

About: When a call from Dr. Dre brings a bold proposition to work with Eminem on his comeback album, Genji - a Japanese rap legend known for her underground roots - faces a new challenge that could shake the music world. Will she embrace the chaos, or is this collaboration too much even for her?

A/N: It all started with a trip down memory lane of 2000's hip hop. Then after listening to a few of Eminem's old songs, I went down the rabbit hole of his newer songs. And yeah... here we are. Anyway, hope you enjoy the first chapter of this series. :) *Italics: Speaking in Japanese

"Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey" Chapter List: Verse 1 | Verse 2 | Verse 3 | Verse 4 | Verse 5 | Verse 6 | Verse 7 | Verse 8 | Verse 9 | Verse 10 | Verse 11 | Verse 12 | Verse 13

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

She reached for the red button, pressing it down before leaning into the microphone. A small smile tugged at her lips. "What do you think?" Her breathy Tokyo accent crackled through the speakers in the recording booth.

Takahiro let out an enthusiastic grunt, his smile beaming as he adjusted one earcup of his headpones. He leaned slightly over the music stand where a printout of the lyrics was clipped while a wooden pencil rested on the base on standby.

"You've really outdone yourself, Miss Genji," he praised. "It's just the first chorus and already I can tell it's going to be a hit."

"Thanks," the said woman sheepishly responded, nodding curtly. She kept her finger on the button, asking, "Would you like to go over the song again or...?"

"I think I'll run through the song on my own just in case, and then we continue with the recording?" he proposed.

"Sounds good." Genji spun in her chair slightly and turned to the production crew behind her. "Take a five-minute breather, everyone!"

"Okay!" the team chorused back.

The lull set in immediately, footsteps thudding as some wandered off towards the toilets or the pantry. Songwriters sitting on the leather sofa at the back of the room huddled around the coffee table, replaying the instrumental with their own printed copies of the lyrics. But none of it distracted the long, dark brown-haired woman, who leaned back in her swivel chair, thumbing through the scrawled pages of her B4-sized notebook. At the top of the page, written in her quick, messy pencil strokes were the words "ふたつの唇 (Futatsu no Kuchibiru; Two Lips)".

She'd known what sort of attention she'd been bringing to herself the moment she thought of collaborating with- or rather, writing a song for a boy band; if not, one of Japan's most famous boy bands. But trending on Twitter for a fortnight straight? Never once in her career did she see that coming.

Genji Drops the Mic… for Love? EXILE Collaboration Rumoured From street battles to heartbeats, fans react to the unexpected pairing.

popqueen_kiko Wait, Genji’s going soft? Where's the aggression? Where's the flow? …but also, I need to hear this immediately. 😂💕 genji_forever First a love song, then what? Genji in a music video doing EXILE's dance moves? I would sell my house to see that. 🕺🔥 lyricalSamurai When a rap legend like Genji picks up a pen for EXILE… legends support legends, people. Respect the art. 🔥🎤 hiroshi_inoue Genji writing about love is more shocking than my dad saying he loves me. Still, I’ll listen. 😂🎧 #EXILE #RapLegend

Genji laughed softly at the memory, the corner of her mouth quirking up. At least she got a good laugh.

She was barely halfway through the second hook when she felt her bag vibrating against her chair. With her gaze still fixated on the notebook, she reached behind, rummaging through the contents of her bag until she fished out her rose gold D905i. One tap on a button, and she placed it close to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, Miss Genji!" came a familiar cheery voice. "I truly apologise for the inconvenience."

The said woman's lips twitched upward in recognition. She needed not to ask who it was, nor did she need to check the caller ID, considering she greeted the receptionist every time she arrived and left work. "No worries. We just happen to be on our break. Is there anything you need from me?"

"There is a man who wishes to speak to you in person."

Genji blinked. Had she been so engrossed in recording that she forgot something important? "A man? Does he have an appointment?"

"No, he doesn't. His translator relayed he said that he'll meet you in California? I'm not sure what he means... Should I send him away or…?"

Genji let out a chuckle. There's only one person in her life- or rather, in this world, who'd say that to her.

"No, no. Tell him to meet me in the lounge. I'll be there shortly."

"Understood, I'll let him know."

The call ended with a soft click. Sliding the phone back into her bag, Genji stood and stretched, tugging the sleeves of her oversized grey hoodie down over her knuckles.

"Hey, Atsushi," she called out.

The said man, adorning a pair of sunglasses, looked up immediately. Lifting his headphones, he responded, "Yes?"

"I have a surprise visitor waiting for me." She tugged the drawstrings before swinging the navy blue back onto her shoulder. "I'm not sure how long it'll take, so I'll need you to help me with the recording."

"That sounds like a lot of pressure already, Miss Genji," joked the lead vocalist. "I'm touched that you have this much trust in me."

Genji let out an amused chuckle, grinning at him. "Of course. You know your group's music style best. I might be able to provide the song, but how much it fits EXILE is up to you and the others." She pulled the strings and slung her bag on her shoulders. "I'll see you all later."

Giving them a wave, she walked briskly to the silver elevator waiting at the end of the hall. She pressed the down button, and the doors opened, welcoming her as she stepped inside. Pulling out a white access card from her left jeans pocket, she tapped it against the panel and selected the second floor. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing her inside as it slowly descended.

Her reflection stared back at her from the polished steel walls. Genji tugged at the hem of her hoodie absently, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"'California', huh? Let’s see what you've got to say this time."

Ding!

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, Genji stepped onto the polished wooden floor, her eyes instinctively scanning the space. The vibrant contrast of teal chairs and the striking red bench caught her attention, but it's the familiar face in the softly lit room that drew her forward. Spotting the man wearing his signature leather jacket seated near the far table beneath the pendant light, she felt the corner of her lips lifted into a smile as she approached him, the subtle squeaks of her green CALIFORNIA 78 muffled by the herringbone floor.

The man looked up, his smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, well. I knew I'd find you out here running things, but damn, Gen. You haven't aged a day."

The said woman raised a brow. "Is that what you say to all the legends you track down, Dre?" she teased. "Or am I special?”

He chuckled, rising to his feet. "Oh, you're special, aight. C'mere."

She didn't hesitate, letting him pull her into a brief but warm hug. His cologne, sharp and familiar, triggered a rush of memories. Late nights in the studio, Tupac's infectious laugh, hip hop beats pounding through the walls of the recording booth; how she longed to return to those days.

Pulling back, Genji looked at him. "You still look the same -except maybe with fewer hours of sleep."

"Studio life will do that to you," he replied with a wide grin. "Ya know how that is." He motioned to the seat across from him, and she dropped onto the chair, leaning back with a casual ease. "You still in Japan, huh? I heard your name floating around again. Writing love songs for boy bands now?"

She let out a mock groan. "You actually saw the headlines? Didn't think it'd reach all the way to America..."

"Oh, I've seen 'em." Dre chuckled, settling back into his seat. "'Genji Goes Soft.' You've got the whole internet losing their minds."

"I thought they'd grow out of it by now," she muttered, though her smile gave away her amusement. "I can't even write a ballad without people acting like I’ve betrayed hip-hop."

He shook his head, an impressed look on his face. "You always kept 'em on their toes. That's what I've always liked about you since back in the day - unpredictable, always stirrin' shit up that turned out to be dope hits. Speaking of-" He paused, leaning forward slightly. "You remember our song, right?"

"How could I forget?" she replied, her tone softening. "What was supposed to be the worst year for me ended up becoming some of the best days of my life. You, Pac… the energy was just unreal."

His gaze turned thoughtful, his voice quieter. "Yeah. Pac really brought out something special in all of us, didn't he? I still think about that sometimes."

The woman across him nodded, a beat of silence hanging between them, heavy but not uncomfortable. Finally, she smirked to lighten the mood. "And you brought me in to do all the dirty work on the arrangements. You know you owe me."

"Please," he scoffed, grinning back. "You loved every second of it."

"Maybe," she admitted with a sly shrug. "But you still owe me."

He laughed, the sound deep and genuine, before his expression turned serious. "Listen. Part of the reason I wanted to track you down is because I've got something big in the works. You heard about Eminem, right?"

"Of course." Genji sat up straighter. "I'm aware that he's been laying low for a few years now. What about him?"

Dre's eyes gleamed with excitement. "He's making a comeback. The album's called "Relapse". We're still in production, though."

"So Slim Shady's back in business, huh? I can imagine the world getting set on fire."

"Exactly," Dre affirmed, leaning forward. "I'm pulling out all the stops for this one, and it got me thinking… You and Em could make something nobody's ever heard before."

Genji blinked, processing his words. "You're kidding, right? The internet's still recovering from me writing a love song for a boy band. Imagine how they'd react to this."

"Let 'em talk," he shot back, smirking knowingly. "That's what happens when you rewrite the rules, Gen. And you've always rewritten the rules."

She narrowed her eyes at him, lips twitching into a half-smile. "And you want me to bring those rules to Eminem? Slim Shady and my production in the same room?"

"That's what makes it perfect. I'm talking your beats and Em's words tearing through 'em, a sound that could hit harder than anything they've heard in years."

Genji's half-smile returned, though her eyes narrowed with scepticism. "You're dangerous, Dre. Y'know that?"

"Comes with the territory," he replied smoothly. "But I mean it. You've been pushing boundaries your whole career. Why stop now?" Standing up, he extended a hand, pushing for one last time, "What say you?"

Genji stared at his hand for a moment, the weight of the challenge settling in her chest. Slowly, she reached out and clasped it, a spark of that old fire dancing behind her eyes. "Aight, I'll think about it. But I'm warning you - if I burn down the internet again, it's on you."

"Trust me, I've got a fire extinguisher ready." Dre grinned, clearly satisfied. "Now let's grab coffee. I need to know how my Gen ended up doing love drops for a boy band."

The said woman sighed, trailing after him toward the elevator. "You never let me live anything down, do you?"

"Never," he shot back with a hearty laugh. "Besides, you owe me. 'California Love', remember?"

She threw him a sideways glance with a teasing smirk. "Owe you? Please. You still owe me for making that beat hotter than the California sun. If I wasn't humble, I'd be charging you interest by now."

Dre burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Man, it's good to have you back."

[tallahasseemp3]

i would love to hear about your favourite books of the year :)

hehe ty + thank you to anon who asked as well! my absolute favorite was PRIVATE RITES!!!!!!!! by julia armfield. dykes at the end of the world deal with their dad's death in the house he built. literary horror set in a dying world that had me wishing it was 2000 pages and that is not a joke or exaggeration. everyone needs to read it.

sea of tranquility by emily st john mandel was also a strong fave (my blog title is a quote from it) that made me cry so bad i had to buy a fancy copy with nice sprayed edges after i got it from the library. the ministry of time by kaliane bradley is EVERYTHING i want from time travel fiction — tragedy. romance. stuff that's redacted for spoilers. made me feel like a victorian woman slumping over a chair.

DEAD ASTRONAUTS by jeff vandermeer became a top 5 book of all time for me about 50 pages in. it's so strange and obtuse and beautiful. yes it is again about time travel. but i like what i like!

just like home by sarah gailey is a must read for hauntology people. it made me go SICKOS YES YES YES so many times. house that is alive and loves you but also is the house your father built....just read it. (shamelessly i will tag the author (@gaileyfrey as they are on here and i do think they should know how much i loved it.)

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my sweet sweet babe can you do a story where Eddie is a single dad of twins who are maybe in like 5th grade and Reader is Steve’s sister who works at the library and that’s where he meets her? Their names can be whatever you want!❤️❤️❤️

Hiii lovey!! So I am just now noticing you said 5th grade and not them being 5 so I am very sorry about that😂🙈 I went with them being 5 and this is very short but it’s to give you an idea of how a story like this could go? To test the waters if you will? I hope you enjoy💖

*The girl’s names are super random and can change if you have something you like better! It will 10000% not hurt my feelings if you hate the names lol*

*Eddie just wants to take his girls to get some new books but as always they have other ideas*

“Daddy is not going to let you get all those.” You place your hand over your mouth to cover your giggle as you see two little girls walk past you, both with their arms full of books.

“He will too they are his favorite.” You slowly follow behind them with your cart full of books to place back in their correct spot on the shelves. You can’t help but notice the section of the library they wondered out of, science fiction, which wouldn’t be an issue if they didn’t seem to be no older than maybe five or six.

“How do you know? You can’t even read.” The blonde one stops in her tracks and turns so she’s glaring at her brunette haired sister.

“Now that’s just rude.” You’re about to ask the little girls if they need help finding their dad when all of a sudden someone rounds the corner and lets out a dramatic sigh when he sees them.

“It’s about time.” He says as he reaches down and fixes the bow in the blonde girl’s hair that’s keeping half of it up while the rest flows freely past her shoulders. “I was about the send out a search party.” The girls laugh as he kneels down so he’s eye level with them. “Let’s see what we’ve got here….Rachel first since she’s the one who asked oh so nicely to visit the library in the first place.” The brunette little girl grins as she hands the man her pile of books.

You lean against your cart as you watch the interaction between the three of them. Rachel is all smiles as the man who you can only assume based on how all three of them have the same curly hair and big brown eyes is their dad, looks over her selection of books putting one in a stack next to his converse covered foot. The other little girl is patently waiting her turn but also smiling as her dad puts another book on the stack next to his foot.

“Excellent choices sweetheart but I say let’s maybe stick with the Harry Potter series for now and let’s save the Hunger Games for another time?” You feel your eyes go wide as he mentions two book series that are usually read by much older kids. Rachel just nods her head and picks up the two books next to his feet, both being Harry Potter books. “Now let’s see what you’ve got going on over here little miss Lydia.” You smile as she proudly hands over her stack of books and the man instantly smiles and nods as he picks up the first book on the stack. “Really? Again? We’ve read it six times already princess.” You see that the book in his hand is the Hobbit and you’re not surprised based on the other little girl’s selections.

“I like Bilbo.” Lydia explains and the man just smiles and puts it on the floor next to his foot, creating another keep pile like he did for Rachel.

“Honey…this is the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy…don’t you want something you haven’t heard before?” Lydia just shakes her head and he just lets out a sigh of defeat as he places the three books on top of the Hobbit. “Okay well let’s help Rachel put her books back that she’s not getting.” With that Lydia grabs one of the books that Rachel picked that didn’t make it to the keep stack as the man picks up the lord of the rings series.

“Told you he’d let me get them all.” Lydia smirks as Rachel just playfully rolls her eyes, you quickly try to act busy so it’s not painfully obvious you just spent the last five minutes watching a man and his little girls pick their next library books.

“Excuse me ma’am,” You turn your head and all of a sudden you’re face too face with the dad and you have to admit he is extremely handsome up close and personal. “Can they give these to you? I’d normally take them back myself but we are running late for someone’s music lessons.” He smiles down as Rachel before looking back up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Oh of course.” Rachel and Lydia each hand you a book and give you kind smiles before they turn and take off towards the front of the library so they can check out their books. “They have great taste.” You joke as you place the first two volumes of the hunger games on your cart full of go backs.

“They do don’t they? At least for two kids who can’t read yet and just make their dad do it all for them.” You laugh making Eddie smile as he moves the books in his arms to one side so he can reach his hand out towards you. “I’m Eddie…Munson.” You make a mental note of his name in your head because you swear you’ve heard it before as you reach your hand out to shake his.

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” You say after you introduce yourself. “I think you’re being summoned.” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder and low and behold there’s his two girls waving him down and pointing at their wrists letting him know he needs to hurry because they’re already late, not that they are old enough to tell time but they just are impatient and want to leave the library.

“Ah yes my little timekeepers.” You laugh as he looks back at you and smiles. “Nice meeting you…maybe I’ll see you next time?” You’re not sure if he meant to ask it like a question but you just nod making him grin before he turns and heads off into the directions of his girls who are now visibly showing their annoyance of having to wait for him.

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

5 headcanon about William Foster.

I love this man. He did everything to bring his family back, and he was a great dad and husband. I feel like he’s always had a savior complex, a burning need to fix the world even if he has to make some sacrifices to do it. He probably had something tragic happen in his past—the death of a beloved family member from aggressive cancer—that made him want to pursue his unique line of work.

Before he decided to turn his life around, this man was a train wreck. Young William snorted and smoked every substance he could get his hands on. After a while, he was smart enough to start selling the drugs he was using, and became a big name in the underground trade—hookers, parties, couch hopping in trap houses. Needles still sticking out of his arm when he woke up in the morning. That traumatic death in his past fucked him up, and by some miracle he overcame everything when he met and fell in love with you.

Health nut. Works out regularly and gets his daily intake of micro and macronutrients. Under those ironed work clothes, this man is fucking lean and ripped, and he probably has family gym outing days and excels at making delicious protein shakes.

Kinda just…A boring dad. Work and family take up most of his time. I can definitely see him writing science fiction as a little side hobby, though. You’d find his short stories by accident while looking something up on his laptop, and especially pay attention to the one where you transform into a half-robot and overpower him. He’d get all shy and stammery and sweaty, when you fulfill that fantasy—send the kids to their friend’s, wait until he gets home from work, walk out in metallic lingerie with pretty silver makeup, faux handcuffs dangling from your finger.

Absolutely a cuddling freak. His favorite place to be is snuggling under blankets, in matching pajamas, with his family piled on top of him. Sometimes, he picks both you and the kids up and carries you around with him just so he can have you close. He gets grumpy when you won’t cuddle him, and has adopted the feared persona of the “cuddle monster” in which he chases you through the house, then holds you hostage, tangled up in those long limbs.