#we are LUCKY I was prepared and screenshotted it all the first time

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

I love when my professor puts up an article required for our discussion board that's from a subscription website with only three free reads... and each refresh/open & close counts as a free read... and by the time I actually get back to the article to read it after working on other classwork I’m out of fucking free reads :)))) for the article I’m specifically told I have to read all of :))))

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Summer Session

1K words

CW: None!

A/N: we are so back, baby <3 special appearance (in name only) made by SEVENTEEN’s Vernon!

[Sana x F!Reader] 

Requested: Yes

Your start to the summer was boring. You hated to admit it, but it was a little lonely without the rest of your classmates around in your college town. For the 65 members of your graduate school cohort, summer meant trying to fulfill mandatory internship requirements and putting in a few hundred hours of service in your soon-to-be field. You were lucky to get an internship in the city, avoiding the hassle of subletting and juggling double rent for the next three months. But staying put also meant you were separated from everyone else; your closest school friends were now scattered across the country, interning in other cities and less available now that you were all in different time zones. 

Desperate to be able to talk to someone face to face instead of over FaceTime, you downloaded Tinder. Finding a partner was of zero interest to you at the moment, but you figured if you went on enough awkward first dates, you’d meet someone who could stick as a friend. A lot of your current friendships had started out that way, anyway– as first and second dates that shifted into platonic relationships instead. You knew it was possible, you just had to put in a little effort. 

One warm Friday night in June, you prepared dinner for yourself eagerly, happy to be done interning for the week. Clearing some space for your plate on the coffee table, you sat down in front of your TV. Taking a sip of the chilled wine you’d poured, you hit play on a new drama series and settled in to watch and eat.

Your meal was delicious, but the pilot episode of the show wasn’t as good as you’d hoped. Part of the way through, you pulled out your phone and opened Tinder. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the television screen and the profiles of girls on your phone. You swiped halfheartedly for a while, but quickly lost interest in that, too. You were just about to grab your book and turn the TV off when you did a double take at the next profile Tinder brought up for you. 

You knew her.

It was a girl from your cohort: Sana. You sat up straight, nearly knocking your wine over as you blindly reached for it, eyes still taking in the pretty dark haired girl on your screen. You had always thought Sana seemed fruity, but since she never attended any of the queer student activities for your program and you’d never seen her at any of the gay clubs, you thought for sure you’d read her wrong. 

Taking a quick screenshot, you hurriedly took another sip of wine and quickly sent it to Chaeyoung, a close friend in your program. Within seconds, your phone was vibrating with her reply.

Chae 🍓: omg 

Chae 🍓: SANA?!?!?!?!?!

Chae 🍓: !!!!!!!!

Chae 🍓: i fucking knew it!!!!!

Chae 🍓: was it a match 👀

You hesitated for a moment, then went back to the app and swiped right before all of your courage left you. The app simply presented the profile of another girl after Sana’s disappeared. You chuckled to yourself, slightly embarrassed as you crafted a reply. No, you sent. Sorry to get your hopes up~ 

You hadn’t realized your own hopes had been up until Sunday night arrived and you noticed that  none of the matches you’d gotten on the app over the weekend were Sana. And when Chae texted you curiously about it on Monday, it was even more embarrassing to admit that you had nothing new to report. You decided to give up on having any hope at all the next day. It wasn’t like you and Sana were close, after all. You’d only ever hung out outside of class to work on occasional group projects with her. There was no reason at all to expect anything from her.  

But on Wednesday while you ate lunch alone on the outdoor deck of your internship office’s downtown headquarters, your phone vibrated. You sighed a little, setting down your sweating can of pop before grabbing your phone. You assumed it was a Slack message from a coworker at worst, and at best a text from Chaeyoung or another one of your friends. To your surprise, the two incoming texts you had just gotten were from a number you didn’t know. 

Unknown: hey, is this Y/N? 

Unknown: it’s Sana 😊

Your eyes went wide. How did she get your number? You were about to pull up your message conversation with Chaeyoung, but another text from Sana appeared. Your feeling of pleasant surprise changed to complete and utter horror. Sana had sent you a screenshot of your own Tinder profile. 

Maybe: Sana: saw you~ i didn’t know you were around for the summer! 

You locked your phone immediately and screamed silently, begging the earth to swallow you whole. It didn’t, so instead, you saved Sana’s number, then took a screenshot of the whole conversation and sent it to Chaeyoung with lightning speed. You had to, you thought, before you died of mortification. You gave Chae all of fifteen seconds before you then glanced at your watch and called her. 

“I was literally just about to call you,” Chaeyoung’s voice was bursting with excitement. “She totally wants you,” she teased, laughing. “Well?” 

You groaned. “I haven’t replied yet! And stop laughing, I might have to transfer to another program out of state because how EMBARRASSING this is.”

“Oh come on, this is a great segue!” Chaeyoung replied. “Tell her–” Chae’s voice cut out a little as your phone vibrated– another incoming text. You pulled your phone away from your ear and exhaled sharply. 

Sana: vernon gave me your #, i hope that’s cool. we should hang sometime! are you free this weekend? :]

“Y/N? Hello?” Chae’s voice seemed soft and distant as you stared at your screen. You hadn’t put Chaeyoung on speakerphone, but her waiting silence felt louder somehow. 

“She–” you cleared your throat a little as you processed everything and put your phone back up to your ear. “She just asked if I’m free this weekend.” 

[wisteriasymphony]

"PERREAULT!"

"...oh crap."

"Father-Daughter bonding my ass!" Claudia shouted, brandishing a spatula like it was a deadly weapon. "To think all these times I was hoping you two went to see a movie, only for you to be reliving your teenage superhero days!"

"Cariña, it's not what you—"

"Then tell me what I just saw on the news, ah?" She took her phone out of her pocket to show a recent screenshot—An article showing a picture of Adrien in full costume, likely taken barely the night before. "I see this Loup-Garou out and about and I'm supposed to ignore it? Think it's one of your old super-friends?"

Adrien didn't bother to mention it, but he'd been planning on the name Papa Wolf, actually. Loup-Garou wasn't all that bad either.

Frustrated that he wasn't answering, Claudia continued to gesticulate at her husband until León walked in to see what the fuss was about.

"You're really putting yourself and your daughter in danger again just for—" Claudia balled her fists up, turning back to her father. "Papa, tell him he's going to get himself killed out there!"

León, woken up much too early to do more than prepare himself coffee, simply shrugged. "Sabe de los reisgos, mija."

"Papa!"

Her father was already too busy watching the coffee machine chug along to input any further on the matter. Claudia pinched her nose, muttering to herself.

"I swear you turn thirty and suddenly none of the choices anybody else makes make sense anymore."

"Hey, Claudia, I promise I can explain it to you," Adrien replied, taking her hand. "We've been safe, I promise. And Xoquito needs the enrichment."

"—You know what? Good point," she muttered, holding up Adrien's hand and yelling into his miraculous. "Xocoh, you can't hide in there forever. I know that's what you're doing."

Karra immediately popped out of the rings, only to hide behind her father's shoulder.

"It was his idea first!" the kwami squeaked.

"Oh, you liar!"

"I don't care whose idea it was!" Claudia exclaimed, her tone sharp and venomous. "I'm just mad you guys didn't tell me. It's not as if I'm too stupid to understand the concept."

"You're right, mi cariña. I'm sorry." He sealed his apology with a kiss to her hand, actively ignoring Karra's muttering that they'd only been doing this 'for three days tops anyways'.

Claudia sighed, finally setting the spatula down on the kitchen counter. "You promise to tell me whenever you're going out like that? Even if you have to wake me up in the middle of the night to do it?"

Adrien wrapped an arm around his wife's waist. "Even if saying it would kill me."

Claudia reached back behind her to knock on the wooden cabinet—A habit she'd recently picked up from her father. Apparently not the same as 'toucher du bois', he'd found, as León did it to avoid the unlucky rather than prolong the lucky.

"If you ever find another one lying around, you know," she added. "I'm not exactly going to turn the offer down."

"Aww, of course. I'll find some for the whole family, even. We can make it a weekly thing."

And then, with a quick peck on the lips, the matter was resolved. Turning back around, Adrien found Karra had taken form again, now holding onto the back of Adrien's jacket.

"You're still going to have to be the one who tells her about you eating pigeons again, chiqui.. I'm not doing that for you too."

"...Shit."

[pies-writes-and-more]

Haikyuu boys and wearing their clothes

Characters: Asahi Azumane, Kageyama Tobio, Sugawara Koushi, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotaro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a gender-neutral reader :) (let me know if I missed a pronoun change or made something too femme! I very much so did not proof read this lol)

Warnings: Probably some swearing

A/N: This might be an overdone topic but I love it so much soooooo no regrets :) Let me know if you’d like more!

Asahi literally carries a picture of you in his phone case because he loves you in his clothes so much. He also has a pic of you wearing his hoodie as his wallpaper, and another printed pic of you framed in his room. I don’t care what size you are, his sweaters still manage to feel gigantic on you. It is like a hug FOREVER. 

He literally could not care less that his closet is slowly growing smaller because it means that he gets to see you in his clothes. Eventually, you’ll carry them all back to him in a bag so that he can make them smell like him again. But this is his favourite part, because now his favourite items smell like you. 

Daydreaming in class? Thinking of you wearing the sweater he has on. 

Gets smacked by a volleyball during practice? It’s cause the smell of you is still on his jersey. 

This man trips over his own two feet cause he’s trying to find you in the halls and you wave at him wearing his volleyball jacket ”So that’s where that went. I thought I forgot it somewhere...”

The two of you would trade sweaters before he went on any overnight trips and you’d send him snapchats of you cuddling with the sweater over a pillow or just you snuggled in bed with it on. He’d screenshot all of them, regardless of if you thought you looked good. 

He has an album of you. He will never delete them because they’re all precious.

His teammates have accidentally caught him looking through it before a game because it really de-stressed him if you weren’t able to attend the game in person (though you made it to most of them). Tanaka would burst into tears over not being able to have a significant other with cute photos of and would make Asahi promise to always treat you right. And Asahi would just stare at your photos with his cute little smile and obviously promise because his least favourite thing in the world is seeing you sad.

(Look at how cute he is omg)

Kageyama is confused when you ask to wear his sweater. You probably did it at a time that made some sort of sense. Like it was late at night and you were studying in the gym while Hinata and him were practicing. 

The cool breeze into the gym made you shiver a little and you noticed that his sweater was just sitting there on the ground so when he came over to grab some water you just looked up at him with your signature puppy eyes. “Can I wear it?”

“Why?”

“Oi, stupid head. They’re probably cold!” 

It would probably annoy him so much that Hinata figured it out before him. He’d kneel down and help you put it on, pulling it over your head and giving you a little smile cause you looked so damn cute in his sweater. 

But now that you’ve started wearing his things, he’s still very confused as to why you ask for them. “Should we go shopping?” He’d ask you randomly on a weekend when there was no volleyball practice. And you’d just stare at him because why would Kageyama want to stand somewhere that wasn’t a gym. “Aren’t you running out of clothes to wear or something?”

It would take a while and some conversations before you realized he was asking cause you had like 3 hoodies, a t-shirt, and some track pants in your room that were very much so his. “I just like having a piece of you with me,” you’d explain. He would have to think it over but he was very happy with this idea.

There’s only one shirt you’re not allowed to take and it’s this cute little graphic tee you got him for his birthday that has a nice drawing of a milk carton on it. He loves it. He will kill anyone that laughs at it. And no, you cannot wear it because if you’re wearing, what is he supposed to wear.

Sugawara and you regularly switch clothes because this man gives no fucks for your gender roles thank you very much. He shows up to practice one day wearing a dark pinkish basic, or some floral print shirt that you had in your closet and the boys are like “um Suga what are you wearing?”

And he’s probably just like “it’s call fashion, look it up.” (Like Suga sweetie, it’s just a shirt lol)

If you own any tighter pants like yoga pants or leggings? Suga has worn them because his legs and ass look great in them and he will strut around fully confident with that knowledge.

Honestly, he probably steals your sweaters more than you realize. You guys are baking at his house one day and you’ve made a mESS of your clothes and he’s just like oh it’s okay I’ll get you some new clothes.

And you’re expecting this cute little pj set that he has that might fit you or some comfy clothes that he’s lending you. No. He legitimately has some of your clothes and gives them to you and you’re just like.... “Suga I’ve been looking for this shirt for weeks. I even asked you about it.”

And he is suddenly deaf, little shithead.

He likes you in any clothes but they have to be his comfy clothes or he will set that shit on fire. Ennoshita once offered you his gloves because it was fricken cold out and you forgot yours at home and Suga literally threw him across the road and was like “hello angel I have gloves for you”.

You’re just like “um... Ennoshita are you okay?” Boy probably has a concussion and Suga’s just like “who’s Ennoshita?”

Tsukishima will kill you if he finds you raiding his closet. Like if he walks into his room when you two are supposed to be studying and you’re just casually picking out a sweater, he will throw you on the bed and tickle you until you call for mercy.

Will he offer his clothes to you if you’re in need of something? Most of the time, yes. But you have to ask. No stealing allowed in this household.

Except one night you stayed over and totally forgot a night shirt. Tsukishima is already like half asleep because he woke up way too early for practice that morning, so you just sneak into his drawers and pull out the first shirt you can. You can’t even see what it has on it cause it’s fucking dark. Then you crawl into bed with him, figuring you’ll accept your punishment for stealing tomorrow.

And when he wakes up, you best believe he was annoyed. First off, who plans to stay over and doesn’t bring a shirt? Stupid, can’t you remember anything? But then he realizes, you grabbed this cute little dino graphic shirt and his face is RED. Pasty boi so bright, he might as well be Hinata’s hair. And he’s desperately trying to get out of the bed and run to the bathroom before you wake up because holy fuck you’re PRECIOUS?

But all of his squirming just wakes you up and you see him all flustered, and just assume he’s mad and you’re like I’m so sorry I just didn’t have anything else and was stupid and forgot. And he just hits you (lovingly) on the head, mutters some sort of insult, and moves on.

From then on, that is your designated shirt. It’s a comfort item almost. He’ll only really wear it when he has to be away from town overnight, in which case he’ll wear it as a reminder of you (he won’t admit to it but you tried to take the shirt as a keepsake for while he was gone and he only had a heart attack. Tsukishima Kei does not believe in lucky charms. But he has yet to lose a game when he wears that shirt the night before).

Bokuto has been WAITING for you to wear something of his, but you haven’t yet. And it’s been stressful. He keeps trying to find a good excuse to see you in his clothes but you’re always too well-prepared.

“It’s kinda chilly out, Y/N, want my sweater??”

“I brought one, don’t worry!”

-.- *cue owl boi pouts*

And he doesn’t want you to wear something of his just because he asked. He wants to you want to wear his things. So he just waits. And pouts. And waits some more.

The day finally came when he was least expecting it. The gym that his game was in was freezing and you couldn’t imagine why. Most of the gyms they had played before in were pretty standard temperature but you were going to die if you stayed in the clothes you came in.

You had snuck onto the court while the boys were stretching, Akaashi smacking Bokuto in the head and interrupting his hype session to help him notice you.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a sweater with you, would you? It’s freezing!”

His eyes would widen. The day has finally arrived. He would finally get to see you in his clothes!!!!

But of course he has no sweater because he had not planned on needing one. Cue more sulking. Of course Akaashi comes over and offers his sweater and Bokuto almost bites his hand off.

“Well offer her your jacket then, idiot.” Akaashi just needs this man to hold off pouting till later. 

Bokuto’s jacket just looked so perfect on you and it was a nice way to keep warm. You cheered him on during the games and after some jaw-dropping move of his, he would turn to your direction and send you a kiss. Embarrassing? A little. But he was such a cutie, how could you deny his air kiss?

Wearing his clothes became more common after that and he will literally bring you his whole closet so you can pick your favourites.

Ushijima didn’t even wait for you to ask to give you his clothes. He probably folded up his hoodie or jacket for you before a game and placed it awkwardly on your lap or in your arms and you’re just like um... do you want me to put this away for you or?

“Would you wear it for me?” How can you say no??? His cheeks are just slightly going red and he’s avoiding your eyes a bit so of course you have to wear it.

Ushijima thinks you look so nice in his clothes and he really likes how happy you look when he asks you to wear something, so he keeps doing it. That and he knows that sometimes people ask you out during his matches and he likes knowing that they’ll recognize his school colours or his jersey number and at that moment, he will send a calculated glare in their direction. And they will run for the hills, never to bother you again :)

I feel like he’s accidentally shrunk his clothes in the wash before and he just keeps them in a small pile in his room so that you can wear them when you come over. He also buys you proper house slippers that you can wear around his home because he wants you to be as comfy as possible.

Sometimes when you guys are just standing around waiting for a game to start, or if you’re all done eating lunch, he’ll unzip his track jacket and open it up so you can stand there and hug him, and he’ll hug you back with his hands in the pockets so it’s like you’re in the jacket with him (Tendo has definitely zipped it up before and trapped you guys in an awkward hug like stance and he will continue to do this because he thinks it’s hilarious. Has definitely snapped pictures of it and sent it to Ushijima. Ushijima saved it because it was kinda cute).

[fragiledewdrop]

Guys, welcome to the gambling hall!!!

I have an exam on Wednesday. It's Linguistics, I have studied my ass off for more than a month, I have attended every class BUT I am still awfully under prepared. Like, seriously, it's never been so bad before. I have had a bad depressive episode and family problems these past few months and my memory is shot to hell. I have to somehow laugh about it.

So.

Wanna bet on my grade? The one who gets closest can request a poem or a fic or if you want something else we can work it out.

As this is Italian university, I'll explain how grades work. The highest mark is 30 (30 e lode if you do really really well) and the passing grade is 18.

Look, I even have screenshots from Wikipedia for comparison:

I am trying my best to be generous with myself, so, all things considered, I say it will be a lofty (given the circumstances) 25.

Realistically it may be less. And I have seen this professor outright fail those he thought deserved less than a 24, so...

All cards on the table, it's an oral exam, which I usually find more difficult than a written one, but it's the norm in Italy and it's online because of covid and for the first time in my life, ladies and gentlemen, I am going to cheat. The professor seems to be in a good mood recently, and I might be extremely lucky, but who knows?

Now to you!!!

@snovolovac @unefemme @procasdeanating @pancsaa @betweenthetimeandsound @purpe @gingerswagfreckles @leeaneea @vengefulnoob @mirandasinclairs @popping-pills-at-popeyes @eveesque @newkindofcozy @reblogthiscrapkay @postmodernmulticoloredcloak anyone else who wants in, really, anyone. Please help me laugh this off 🙏

[cosmiclatte28]

Camboy (camboy ty x reader) suggestive, smut 🔞

a.n : oh no, it's officially my first more than suggestive (i mean i go more than i usually did... sorry if it's messy or bad i am not a smut writer) but here's a camboy ty x reader, where he is requested to be subby/ Oh it's also my first fic with pictures in the middle (because y'all gonna be thirsty and wilding over him )

warning : toys, sub!Taeyong, noona (yeah i don't use mommy i use noona) and it's still suggestively safe.. curses? nothing that wild

here goes my first (extra almost smut) suggestive fic

i finished my promise.. tagging @mingisstar1117 @full-hd-sun and nah idk who to tag :))

“Welcome back to another night with your favorite boy, TY. It's Friday and I miss you guys a lot.” The man on the screen shows his toothy sweet smile, totally different from the charisma he can pull off in real life. You smile behind the camera as you sit back on the sofa behind the camera to watch your boyfriend does his weekly cam show which was the reason you first met him. You were a regular subscriber to his cam show where he acts like a sweet charming dreamy boyfriend every Friday evening. You were lucky to win one of his special lottery “a date with TY". You enter the lottery without much thought thinking your luck is not good enough to win. But well you won it and from one date to another coffee meet up and more hang outs. To first dates and first visits and voila you are his lover now. You click with him in so many ways, including those you'd rather keep secret in public.

“What will we do tonight?” he playfully asks his fans as he presses some buttons to change the mood lamp in his room You monitor his live by watching it from your phone and you grin when you see the comments. Taeyong's eyes grow wider when he also reads one comment that pops up from the rest. He glances at you and you nod. Taeyong clears his throat “Oh, lots of comments and hearts there! Thank you for the hearts.” He blows some flying kisses to the fans who donates money by sending hearts. “Since tonight you all are generous, I will consider doing anything you want. Please comment and I’ll do the most voted one.” He winks.

You raise your brow, did he really just say that in front of you? “Someone asks about the dating lottery. Well I did that one time and I am sadly not doing it again.” The handsome boy under the purple mood light chuckles lightly as he lays down lazily on his bed and brings his cam with him. “Why?” he reads the comment to communicate with the fans. You feel butterflies in your stomach, whenever you remember the first encounter and how you're his lover now just makes you feel so lucky. He looks at you and smirks “Because I belong to someone already. Right princess?” he glances at you and winks to which you slap his foot slowly and he winces “Aw she just slapped me.” He acts like he's in deep pain while looking at the camera

Oh gosh TY and his antiques! You choose to ignore him and just read the comments there. Oh they're all wild. “Baby, didn’t you promise them to do whatever is voted here?” your husky voice suddenly resonates in the purple lit room and of course in the rooms of all his listeners. Taeyong gulps when you stands up and shows your screen “The most voted one is to see you as a sub.” You step boldly into the camera, not showing your face but just your back and your long hair.

“(Y/n), what are you-" he whispers to you when you lean closer and closer to his ear. You give it a quick nibble and breathe “Do it, they want to see a sub TY and I can help you with your camera.” You smirk and hear a light whimper from the god under you. You disappear behind the camera again and giggle when the comment section is flooded with fans saying how hot the scene is. Well everyone will drool on you seeing that nice small jeans hugging your waist and a thin crop top.

Taeyong is still blushing so hard but the lighting makes it hideous. You clear your throat “Girls and guys, I will be helping him with the cameras. So, prepare to take screenshots and only for tonight this live won’t be saved. No recording, just screen captures okay?” you make the rule nice and clear because you don’t really want others to see a sub Taeyong but come on you're super thrilled too with this!

“Okay since I will be keeping my words, let's do this.” Taeyong smirks at you but his smirk fades when he sees you waving an object in front of him. You press your finger on your lips, telling him to keep quiet as you climb under him where the cameras cannot see you and swiftly tuck down his boxers and after one good lick and suck on his member just enough to make it wet, you slip in a vibrating ring on his aching member and tuck back his boxers. “Act like nothing is going on" you whisper on his ear while the camera is only showing one of his wall because Taeyong left it there when he sees you quick blowing him “What?” he still wants to protest but you press a small remote on your hand and he gasps when he feels the vibration. “They want you to pose, why don’t you be a good subby TY and pose for them?” your evil smirk comes to your face and Taeyong feels his cheeks burn. “Yes Noona,” he teases you back and you only click your tongue before turning the setting up by one notch.

“Ah" he closes his mouth with his hand when he realizes he's live and people are watching him.

He reappears in the cam, and after some more greeting and talking to the fans he finally get ready to pose. “Okay guys be ready, my girl will be helping me with the camera, so if it's ugly or the angle is wrong… blame her.” Taeyong playfully laughs to his fans who didn’t know what's happening under his shorts and boxers. Poor Taeyong is already jumpy when you pick up the camera and shows up in front of him only in your crop top and panties. Where the hell did your shorts go? Is all Taeyong can think about.

“Okay, pose one” you smile as you see Taeyong trying his best to still look manly with his pose under the purple light. He attempts to act like he's taking off his hoodie and oh that generous skin air time will make everyone drools. You even have to hold yourself from pulling it down and punishing him for that, but the show has to go on.

“Sexy, be more pliant Tyong,” you comment on him as you wave your remote to him and he groans because in this game he feels losing.

“The fans love it, but keyword is submissive honey,” you make the session heat up by making comments on him and tracking the fans hearts and requests. Oh gosh they're so generous in gifting moneys.

“Nicee!” You decide three is enough for his fans no way they're getting four.. that's for another time.

Taeyong groans but turns it into a moan when you press another button at your remote “One two three,” you focus the cam on Taeyong who's actually not ready but has to hold it for his fans to capture the picture

You send him a glare of warning but he cockily looks at the camera and says “Come on sweetie why did you freeze? Am I too hot?” he puts on his big boba eyes to you and you shake your head before moving back to shoot him at a nice angle. You put the vibration on top notch and Taeyong clearly shakes before you. You playfully spread your legs too so he can see how wet you are from his cute play too. Taeyong smirks when he knows you're also trying hard to not attack him on place so he gets bold and takes off his shorts. Your eyes widen when you realize he's gonna be in his boxers only for the last (best) shot.

You gulp when you see how pliant and delicious he looks like. Your hand shake and Taeyong quickly snatch the camera off your hands.

He shoots his face and winces when his member is still painfully locked in your vibrating ring “See you all next week, thank you and sweet dreams love,” he whispers his closing routine to his fans and ends the webshow “Final pose for tonight to all my TYfs out there, this is for you guys. I love you all.” Taeyong sends a flying kiss before bravely wrapping up the night with his lips quivering from holding back the moan and his boxer painfully holding his bulge back

“What are you thinking?” he asks from his gritted teeth. You froze, knowing you fucked up. Taeyong has always been the one incharge but for once you want to be the dominant one. You shake under his piercing gaze, where is the subby TY five seconds ago? “Sorry-" you whisper before getting cut by a plump lips on yours. “Finish what you started noona,” he softly mewls into your lips. His big eyes stare into yours with submission and desire. Your core burns when he kneels in front of you and keeps his hands on his back. “I'll be your good boy tonight. Use me and have fun with me.” He blinks two times in aegyo and that's all you need to get the green light to take over him tonight. “Good boy, noona is here to take care of your aching baby” you smirk before straddling his laps and placing a hand over his moist boxer. “Looks like my little kitten messes himself down there, do you need help kitten?” you whisper in front of his lips. Your hand is playing with his hair while the other one is touching his member. He nods “Please noona, I need you.” You press a quick kiss on his lips “You've been good. Noona will reward you tonight.”

end

oh gosh (runs) good bye, did y'all figure out how i actually know a lot of smut knowledge ( i know more bye)

[utterlyinevitable]

Hey!! I love your fics so much and I was wondering if you could do a hc for Ethan with an MC that used to be or still is a pornstar lol

I cackled so hard when I read this. idk why you came to me, but thank you for reading my works and trusting me with this nonsense 🤣🥰

I’ve said before somewhere (i think it’s the ethan wanking hc?) how Ethan’s morals would keep him from ever viewing or paying for porn. He’s very righteous and has a whole spiel about how vile and predatory the entire industry is. THAT being said... it’s the perfect in for him to date a super hot lady who used to be a pornstar 😏

Ethan Unknowingly Dates a Former Pornstar

Everywhere they went people were staring. Ethan Ramsey is used to people lingering their gazes on him, he knows he’s genetically fortunate enough to display modern society’s convention of beauty. 

What he’s not used to is people doing double and triple takes when he’s out with the woman he’s been seeing. 

The first handful of times he’s brushed it off. Tabitha is beautiful, anyone would be blind not to notice her. 

But the longer they’re out together the more he notices the stares are accompanied by whispers. 

It happens so often he needs to confront her about it and get answers. 

Lucky for Ethan he doesn’t have to bring it up, she does when she notices his nose scrunching and eyes squinting as he tries to figure out what the group of young men are animatedly mumbling about and pointing in their direction. 

“Just ignore them.” 

“I’m trying,” he all but grits. 

Tabitha grabs his hand and looks at him with her big, effervescent blue eyes. “We need to talk.” 

Ethan slightly panics, his mind racing through all the reasons why she uttered those words. 

There’s no way he could ever imagine the truth. 

They find a secluded area of the piazza and stand with a respectable amount of space between them. But small enough for them to whisper. 

Tabitha cards her fingers through her hair and twists the long strands to one side of her shoulder. Ethan can see the wheels of her mind turning, revving and ready to start. 

“I used to be an actress.” 

His lips pressed tightly together. He doesn’t keep up with celebrity tabloids but he knows enough to know if she was famous there would be paparazzi following them. They’ve been together three months and it’s been rather enjoyable. 

Something in her features told him she wasn’t done telling the truth. 

“I was in a few independent films in my 20s.” 

Ethan made an indistinct grumble of acknowledgment. 

“Would you like to see them?” she was trying to get an actual reaction out of the stoic man. 

“Would you like me to see them?” 

“Something tells me I’d rather you didn’t.” 

“Okay.” 

And that was that. They continued walking to their lunch date. 

When he’s alone Ethan can’t help the curiosity. 

He googles Tabitha Hawkins.

Nothing but her Picta account and a few articles of something he’s not sure is actually her. It couldn’t be. Why’s the search engine suggesting he meant Tabbi Lee?

Ignorantly he clicks on it

and my oh my he was NOT prepared for the onslaught of video thumbnail and screenshots that came up in images and videos and the top ten link suggestions are point to pornhub of all places. 

Ethan Ramsey nearly has a heart attack. Thank fuck he waited until he was home to research the woman he’s been seeing. 

He falls through a rabbit hole of getting to know this woman. 

He feels betrayed for not knowing her sooner. How could anyone willing participate in this degradation? Strangers getting to see the most intimate parts of someone? The parts he thought he was the only one privileged to. It’s all enough to make Ethan nearly vomit. 

Swiftly he shuts his computer and gets in the shower. Needs to wash all this information off of him. 

He gets into bed and tries to put it behind him. 

The next morning and afternoon he still can’t seem to shake the revelation. He has a missed call and two unanswered texts from Tabitha. 

The most recent one read: Do your research, Doctor? 

Ethan can hear the snide way she would have said it if they were in person. Like she knew he was going to search for her truth until he found it. Like she already knows how restless he is and how he needs to be upfront and right. And maybe she knows how strict his ethics and morals are and maybe that’s why she kept this from him. 

But Ethan Ramsey doesn’t think that far into her tone or subtext. He responds: I’m sorry. 

Then he shuts his phone off for the rest of the day. Anyone important has his pager. 

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[pokemonswshfics]

hello friend! :D i had accidentally posted this draft of it before i was finished, that's why the message of the request is a screenshot, so sorry for the slight wait :"D have a good read! + (i didn't really know what speaking up meant , so it's slightly different for each in terms of "speaking up" hehe i hope you all enjoy 💛)

// because of how long this post might be, I'm gonna leave the read more button right here before all of them. they're sfw but I wouldn't wanna clog up anyone's tl :'D k byee ^-^

Raihan/Kabu/Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

Raihan × Shy Male!Reader // S/O (Sfw { mild cursing })

You stood outside Hammerlocke stadium waiting for your boyfriend as he said to meet you there. You had on his jacket, with the hood up because of how many people were around. This didn't stop reporters and fangirls from coming up to you, all bombarding you with questions.

You simply pulled the hood down and shoved your hands into the pocket. It wasn't that you were trying to be rude, you just preferred the attention be on someone else. Literally anyone else.

"How does it feel to be Raihan's first public boyfriend?"

"Hey! Look up here for a quick photo, it wont hurtcha. You're already so cute from what we've seen!"

"Do you love him?"

"Are you gonna stay under there?"

If it was up to you, you would stay in your boyfriend's clothes forever. It was a perfect hiding spot.

"I-I would prefer..not to answer." You stuttered out quietly and stepped closer to the gym doors. The attention got overwhelming at times but you would do this forever if it meant being with Raihan. He was worth it.

"What's annoying about Raihan? Isn't it tiring, that he puts his whole life on the internet?"

You scowled a little and pulled your hood down farther. "I think it's cute." You said under your breath.

"Don't you wish he was champion instead? He always fails at beating Leon!"

"What?" You said softly and lifted your head up a little, but not enough to be seen. The people surrounding you only saw this as invitation to ask more.

"Isn't he a little full of himself when it comes to battles? You can answer us!" Someone said excitedly and shoved a microphone towards you.

"Fine, take this for an answer." You almost snatched the microphone from their hand and frowned at them. "No, I do not find Raihan annoying. I'm very proud of him for even having a gym in the first place. He doesn't need to be Champion to be accomplished! Who the hell are you guys to even be asking stuff so rude? Are YOU Champion?"

Your hood fell back to your shoulders by the time you were done talking. Instantly, camera flashes hit your eyes and you tried to cover your face with your sleeves. You were still beyond angry, and it only increased as you heard the people begin talking again.

"Aw, so cute!"

"Are you really dating Raihan?"

"Raihan got lucky!"

You clenched your fists and dropped the mic you had snatched to your feet.

Then you lunged at a reporter.

Two women screamed, one yelped because of the sudden action and right before you actually touched the man you were going to attack..

"Hey." You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and throw you over their shoulder. You were met with a back side that had a dark navy shirt on, and navy gym shorts. The Dragon Type uniform.

"Calm down, Tyrogue headass.." Raihan chuckled and you blushed at the familiar teasing. You could hear squeals from the crowd, the same one you would have attacked with your bare hands had it not been for Raihan coming at the last second.

"Put me down! Put me down! Put me down!" You said quickly and began waving your fists in protest. "They weren't being nice about you!"

"Not worth your time, babe. Thanks for keeping him occupied." You could practically hear the grin in Raihan's voice as he began to turn back to the doors of his gym to carry you in. You faced the reporters again and now looked up at them with a scowl. Their faces were all in awe at Raihan carrying you. Some continued taking pictures.

"Oouu let him put me down and I'll- do not very nice things!" You growled quietly and shook one of your fists at them.

"Baby, calm down." Raihan giggled from above you as he even paused for photos a few times just to frustrate you playfully. You pulled the hood further down your head, still cursing reporters as your boyfriend carried you past them.

***

Kabu × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw)

At almost all times you were sitting or standing next to Kabu. It wasn't that you didn't like the rest of the gym leaders, it was just something you did for comfort.

You were in a meeting with the rest of the Gym leaders, sometimes you tagged along with Kabu when invited. The other gym leaders didn't mind, they were the ones inviting you sometimes.

Right now they were discussing new ways to (as Raihan said it) "spice up" their gym missions. Kabu wasn't on board and it showed.

"Come on, you guys think challengers might not get bored of the same thing every year?" Raihan sighed and sat back in his chair. "Same old thing, I'd be bored out of my mind."

"Good thing you aren't a challenger then." Kabu replied, crossing his arms. His irritation showed to you and you nudged his knee with your own under the table lightly. "Our gyms will be led how we would like, and I like mine. I'm keeping it the way it is."

"Come on, no need to get mad." Raihan chimed back and half smiled. "Either all of us or none."

"I'm keeping mine how it is, I've done too much for it since Opal gave me the gym." Bede remarked.

"Come on, Bede..you're the newest of us, take some advice! Change it up a little." Nessa said and sat up.

"I'll k-keep..mine." Allister stammered out and looked down to the table.

"I'd like to change mine." His older sister, Bea smiled widely and pumped one of her fists up. Raihan high fived her, attempting to now convince Milo and Melony to change theirs.

Kabu's eyes furrowed then he looked towards you, smiling with tired eyes. He playfully rolled his eyes while nodding to the other gym leaders. You giggled quietly in answer.

"Come on Kabu, lighten up. Keep up with the times!" Gordie practically whined out. Kabu tensed up once again, and you could feel his anger rising once more.

"Don't tell me what to do. My gym, my rules." Kabu stood and looked around now with a frown. If provoked, his temper could easily appear. You looked to the other gym leaders, Allister (even with a mask, you could tell) was nervous because of how Kabu could get.

"Ugh. They're just ideas-" Bede groaned sassily.

"They're stupid ones!" Kabu slammed one of his now balled up fists onto the table you all sat at. The gym leaders were used to his hot headed self, so it didn't bother them and they never planned on telling him anything like "calm down", or "be nice."

"Kabs." You stood up, still slightly avoiding eye contact with the rest of them and grabbed his elbow softly. "Calm down, they were just trying to give some advice." The other gym leaders now all looked at you, some with slightly widened eyes. 

Kabu’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, you could feel the tension in his body go away as you began to rub his arm. He turned toward you and the anger in his eyes was gone, now replaced by warmth when you looked into them. Raihan smirked from the other side of the table.

Kabu grumbled something then sat down, his face burning up. “I-Yeah. He’s right. I suppose I should calm down, you all are just trying to help me. I apologize for calling your ideas stupid.” He crossed his arms and avoided eye contact. You followed and sat back down with him, then looked up and realized all the gym leaders were now staring at you, either with shocked faces or grins.

“I’m so sorry if I interrupted your meeting- I just wanted Kabs to calm down and-” You could now feel your cheeks begin to darken with embarrassment and you hid your face in your hands, not even wanting to finish your own sentence.

“Why are you apologizing? You got Kabsy here to calm down, something none of us could do. And you did it without thinking he might take out a Pokemon and burn you alive or something.” Raihan chuckled and turned to Kabu, with his chin being held up by his palms. “You got a soft spot?”

Your boyfriend scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let’s just get on with the meeting, I don’t have time to-”

“For me he does.” You teased softly and took one of Kabu’s hands in your own. This only caused the red in his cheeks to return and for him to hide his face in one hand, groaning. 

“You should come to meetings more often, dear!” Melony practically squealed out, Nessa nodding in agreement. 

Raihan laughed loudly then looked towards you. “No, seriously. Calm your man down sometimes.” He grinned.

“Let’s get on with it!” Kabu said loudly and waved his free hand in the air but was still looking away from everyone to avoid his blush being visible. He didn’t take his hand from you though, now he intertwined your fingers. You smiled a little more at the action and squeezed his hand in return. 

“Alright, Alright...” Raihan bit his lip and reached down under the table only to pull out a folder with a playful squeal.

“Let’s change our uniforms!!” There were chuckles throughout the table of people, and you began to feel more comfortable with all of them, simply by holding Kabu’s hand. He turned his head toward you and smiled a little, as to not make it obvious to the rest of them. 

You giggled again and prepared to listen to Raihan’s bright idea of changing the uniforms with Kabu already groaning when he realized what the younger gym leader had said.

***

Piers × Shy Male! Reader (Sfw {mild cursing})

You sat on a wooden crate besides Marnie, your boyfriend's little sister. You two were listening to him sing to a crowd of Team Yell members and other people from different towns.

The silence with Marnie was usual and comfortable.

"Look at my bro go. Always had it in him, singing." She said quietly and leaned slightly towards you so you would hear over the music.

You nodded and smiled a little. Your eyes couldn't come off Piers, you loved watching him sing. You put your knees up to your chin, and rested your arms crossed on them so they would hide your grin and pink cheeks.

"Still not much of a talker?"

"Oh! Uh, yeah- I like talking." You practically whispered. "Sorry, not really-"

"Hey. It's fine. Piers already told me you aren't that out there. I don't mind some silence." Marnie replied with a nicer tone now, since she meant it.

"Thanks." You quietly replied and looked back to the stage before you heard her speak again.

"What do you see in Piers? You can tell me, I'm not the judging type."

"What do I..see in him?"

"Mhm."

You looked to the stage again and watched Piers interact with the crowd. Your grin widened, you almost never see him smile as much as he did on stage unless he was alone with you.

"I see..a sweet guy. He looks all mean and hard but he's really the most gentle guy I know. He has this smile that drives me wild and.." You took your arms away from your face to talk more clear.

"And? Come on, don't be shy." Marnie encouraged and nudged you with her elbow.

"He's real funny. Piers makes me happy when I'm having a really bad day, he's got this thing to him that I can't stop wanting." You could feel your cheeks turning a light shade of red, and you cursed how easy it was for you to blush.

Piers looked towards you and Marnie and winked at you. Some people in the crowd cheered at the action, a few swooned excitedly. You buried your face in your hands and could hear Marnie laugh a little.

"A-Anyways..he doesn't let anything in his past or present get to him. His music..his music! It's so impressive. He's a singing gym leader. The way he manages both..I just-!" You dropped your knees from your face and squealed. "It's Piers!"

Marnie laughed a little at your excitement. "Anything else?"

"He's..SO cute. Gosh, I can't get over it. We've been together for a while and he still makes me all giddy and warm inside when he smiles or- does shit like that!" You spoke about his playful wink, and you stood up on the crate, not even caring about your fear of crowds anymore. "And I love it!"

The crowd was still practically screaming as the song ended. You cupped one of your hands around your mouth, waving the other at Piers frantically.

"Come on Piers! Give us MORE!!" You shouted out while grinning and quickly caught his and some fans' attention. You locked eyes with him, and made a motion to usher him for another song.

He raised his hand to the crowd to quiet them down then spoke. "Alright, hey. Glad you guys are enjoying the show. It was supposed to stop now but, how am I gonna end this when I got my sweetheart over there asking for more?" Piers nodded to you, causing multiple Team Yell members to turn your way, smiling.

You immediately sat back down on the crate next to Marnie and hid your face. "No.." You protested quietly against his teasing. He knew you never liked the acknowledgement, he just liked making you blush.

"So, Team Yell. I want you to be as loud as you can, this next one is for my cutie. Love ya." Piers adjusted the mic as Team Yell began what they did best again: cheering. They turned quickly back to the stage and you peeked up at Piers.

Your eyes' focus never left him, and you listened intently to his voice. A relaxed sigh left you as you felt yourself being caught up in the music. You and Piers continued to make eye contact throughout the rest of the show, as if no one else was there. The moment was like a trance and neither of you were really looking to get out of it.

***

thank you for reading ! requests always open! just might be a slight wait 💕 - 🥝

[pourpasserlamelancholie]

For today I wrote another little fic based on a CAH screenshot:

Teaser: It has Vicks and Wedge in it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36072331

“Have you seen him? Has he been in the mess hall? Do you think he's still in pain? He should be doing okay by now, shouldn't he?”

That's how it went for days now. From morning til evening. Always harping the same string. Since that first time command had sent the new squad into battle against the 'Terons, Vicks was out of his mind. And the reason was yet again that handsome fighter.

Vicks had been fawning over the man right from the moment he had first caught sight of him, down on the fighters’ deck. In the past, my young workmate had hated the cleaning duty down there just as much as all of us did. Because you know, in addition to the disgusting mess the fighters leave there daily, one constantly runs the risk of being harassed or even raped during work. It's dangerous. The worst place to be on this ship.

But since the new recruits had boarded the Sleipnir (and among them one certain tall, dark-haired hunk), Vicks had gone so far as to volunteer for that particular job! That was the moment I had known that the poor boy's feelings must be real. Only love could explain such madness.

I had decided to ignore it at first. To shrug it off as the usual space rage; homesickness blended with fear, finding an outlet in the form of irrational infatuation. But now Vicks's darling fighter had been shot during the skirmish. Had barely survived. Had lost his navigator and, when the rumours were true, his eye into the bargain. And although Vicks had never spoken a single word with his crush, now he almost went mad with worry. I, forced to listen to his whining the whole day, almost went mad, too. So I had come to a point where I had decided to do something about it.

“He's not back in med bay, I know that for sure”, Vicks was saying right now, pushing the huge laundry container through the maintenance corridor, sweating in his orange overalls. “The nurse told me so, and he also told me that command wanted him straight back on duty, even though the MO spoke out against it. They even provided a new navigator for him immediately! I wonder if he's on some special mission? Maybe that's why Reliant saved him? Anyway, he's clearly not well, or he would have been in the mess hall today. And moreover...”

“Vicks”, I interrupted the torrent of words streaming out of my coworker's mouth. “Vicks, keep calm. He's okay. I saw him.”

“You saw him?” The boy turned in excitement and wanted to know every single detail immediately – how he had looked, if his eye was really that bad, if he had talked to somebody and so on. But I couldn't tell him everything, not yet at least, because...Well, I had prepared a little surprise for my love-sick colleague. Ha.

I don't know why it had had to be me to meet Mr. Perfect on the bunk level this morning, alone. But the moment I had recognized him (not too difficult a thing now with that creepy eye-patch they gave him), I had decided to advance this pathetic affair. So unbeknownst to him,Vicks was mere steps away from becoming extraordinarily lucky!

I smiled to myself, eager to see the outcome of my little scheming. And there we were already: After a turn around the corner, we stood right in front of the restricted area, this one weird corridor high up under the roof that we always used as a shortcut to the ship's laundry. If everything went according to plan, a certain fighter would await us in there, ready to hear Vicks's confessions.

Vicks was suspicious at first, of course. He noticed immediately that someone else had entered this area and panicked. Ha! If he only knew who it was!

The door opened with a little buzzing sound. I held my breath, expecting a scream of excitement, ardent kisses, wedding bells ahead. But - nothing. The bridge was empty, no fighter to be seen.

I grabbed the handle of the laundry cart, pushing it around the corner pragmatically. I didn't want Vicks to see how disappointed I was. I bit my lip, mumbled to myself. Damn. Looked like I wasn't a very good matchmaker after all. My efforts had been of no use.

The fighter hadn't come.

[jorvach]

Been using the Take Notes - Journal of the Dragonborn mod for Skyrim to, well, take notes in an ingame journal for a kinda-sorta fanfic. Here’s what I have so far, plus some screenshots to set the mood.

---1. Some Life Experience--- Master Drogolf has sent me all the way to Riften to pick up some kind of magic crystal! He wouldn't tell me what it's for, but I'm sure it's important... though not important enough for him to go in person. When I asked about that, he said it'll be a chance for me to explore the real world a bit, rather than just sitting around in the tower in Helgen and reading about it.

I can't argue with that, so I'm off! First stop, Riverwood!

---2. City on a Hill--- Riverwood was a pleasant little village, and the people were friendly, but I didn't stay long, being excited about seeing the big city for the first time! Whiterun sits atop a great hill rising up from the plains, painting a breathtaking picture! The Jarl's palace, Dragonsreach is at the very top, looking down on the city. The stories say the dragon Numinex was held captive in that very building... How I wish he was still there, I've always wanted to speak to a dragon! Sadly, they're all extinct. And then there's Jorrvaskr, mead hall of the legendary companions warrior band. This city is truly steeped in history! But before learning all about it, I should head to the local inn and get a hot meal!

---3. Journey to the East--- During my stay in Whiterun, I did some odd jobs for some of the citizens, earning me enough coin to prepare for the journey through Eastmarch, which is supposed to be far more dangerous than the area between Helgen and Whiterun. That much is true, for on the border between Whiterun Hold and Eastmarch stands Valtheim Towers, home to a small gang of bandits. Or I should say, -was- home to bandits. As soon as my spells felled their leader, the rest of them fled into the hills, leaving the main road to the east a safer route... for now.

It's getting late, so I should find a place to rest. Perhaps that ruined tower set into the mountainside.

---4. Kaidan--- The tower turned out to be some kind of hideout for the Thalmor! Fortunately, it seems to have been almost abandoned, as there were only two of them inside. Good thing, as I'm not sure I would've fared well against a full garrison of Justiciars! They also had a prisoner, a man named Kaidan. I freed him and helped him get his equipment back from the Thalmor, including a large Akaviri sword inscribed with some strangely familiar runes. For aiding him, Kaidan has offered to become my bodyguard to repay the debt. I tried to tell him he didn't owe me anything, but he wouldn't hear of it, and so I've earned myself a travelling companion! I shall have to ask him about the runes, but for now, I really need some rest!

---5. Inigo--- We've arrived in Riften at last! While renting a room at the nearest inn, the innkeeper said that she'd been asked to watch out for someone matching my description, then handed me a strange note asking to meet in Riften Jail... Weird. I'll look into it later, for now, I should meet with the court wizard and collect Master Drogolf's crystal. --- Terrible news! Wylandriah, Riften's court wizard, tells me that Drogolf's crystal has been stolen! I'd rather not return from my first real adventure having failed, so I'll try to find some clues as to who stole it, and where I might find them. Following up on the mysterious note from the inn seems as good a place to start as any. --- I met with the one who left the note, A Khajiit named Inigo. He seems to think he tried to murder me, which is why he turned himself in to the guards and has been wallowing in guilt ever since. I tried to tell him he was mistaken, but he wouldn't hear of it, and begged me to kill him. I refused, of course, but still, I couldn't find it in me to just leave the poor fellow to his despair, so I offered to let him join us in our travels, to make up for what he thinks he did. Kaidan didn't like it, but something tells me Inigo can be trusted. Time will tell if I'm right.

Unfortunately, he didn't know anything about the crystal. Back to square one.

---6. Lucien--- A priestess of Mara, Dinya, said she saw a shifty-looking man handing over something that "looked like a soul gem, but green" to a figure in a black cloak! From what Dinya overheard of their conversation, the cloaked person might be going to Falkreath! It's not much to go on, and I don't even know for sure if it's the right crystal, but it's all I have. Luckily, a merchant is leaving for Falkreath very soon, so we could hire on as guards and get to Falkreath quickly! --- We asked around at Falkreath's inn, but apparently, strangers clad in black are common here. No surprise, considering the famous graveyards in these parts. After a fruitless, day-long search, we took a room at the inn. The next morning, as we were having breakfast, we were approached by a pretty fancy-looking young man in even fancier clothes, who asked us if we could take him to Helgen. He wants to meet with my master, apparently. After finding out about my apprenticeship, he became very enthusiastic, and offered a large sum of gold to escort him there. Having no further clues, I suppose I'll have to return home empty-handed... hope the crystal wasn't too important.

---7. Black Wings--- Something horrible has happened! As we approached Helgen, we saw great plumes of smoke rising from the town, and then heard a terrible roar! And then, taking wing from within the walls, a massive beast with wings black as night! A Dragon! Helgen is ruined, burned to ash and razed by the might of the dragon. We couldn't find anyone left alive, and Master Drogolf's tower, the only home I've ever known, is nothing but rubble. We didn't even have time for a proper search, as the dragon flew off toward Riverwood. Inigo insists we must follow, to warn the townspeople of the danger, provided they haven't already been slaughtered too. As much as I would like to stay and mourn for my home, I knew he was right. --- We've each been dealing with the events at Helgen in our own way. Lucien has been borderline panicked ever since, and talks incessantly about anything and nothing to keep calm. Kaidan is even more silent and brooding than usual, and is constantly grasping his bow, watching the skies for any sign of the dragon. Inigo, bless him, has been trying to keep our spirits up with jokes and encouragement, but I can tell he's shaken up bad. And as for me, I alternate between grim determination and feeling like I'm a daze, like I'm only having a terrible nightmare.

---8. A favor for a Jarl--- Riverwood was, fortunately, not burned down. We continued on to Whiterun to warn the Jarl of the danger. Jarl Balgruuf seems a sensible man. When he heard our news about Helgen, he quickly commanded his Housecarl to send men to protect the other settlements in his hold. He also introduced us to his court wizard, a somewhat abrasive man named Farengar, who has been studying the history of dragons. He's asked us to delve into a ruin in the mountains above Riverwood, named Bleak Falls Barrow, in search of something called a Dragonstone, supposedly a map of ancient dragon burial sites. --- As people say, Bleak Falls Barrow is full of Draugr, undead monstrosities who patrol the halls and strike down intruders. Their eyes glowing in the dark chill my spine. What with that, and the destruction of Helgen, it'll be a miracle if I ever get a peaceful night's rest again! Unexpectedly, Inigo is also terrified of these undead, despite being an adventurer of great experience. Perhaps I'll ask him about it sometime. For now, we will continue into the dephts of the Barrow, to find the Dragonstone.

---9. The Word Wall--- We've found the Dragonstone! In a sealed tomb deep in the barrow, it rested in a sarcophagus with a powerful Draugr, perhaps their leader or something - if Draugr have any kind of hierarchy... Something weird happened when we approached the back of the tomb however. There's a wall with a bunch of ancient writing - a Word Wall, Kaidan called it. When I got closer, I heard strange chanting and saw some of writing glowing? And then it was as if the world went dark, save for that noise and light. When I came to, the Draugr had risen from it's sarcophagus and was fighting my friends! Fortunately, they slew it just as my eyes cleared, and they seem no worse for wear. I'm very confused about what happened to me, and the others are clearly concerned about it as well. Still, I feel fine for now, and we need to return the Dragonstone to Farengar. If I'm lucky, maybe he'll know something about the Word Wall too.

---10. Success Story--- We got the Dragonstone back to Whiterun, and were well rewarded. Farengar even promised to look into the incident at the Word Wall! I suppose I'll return to Dragonsreach and ask him about it later. For now though, Inigo's suggested we celebrate our success with a hot meal and a bottle of mead or two, so it's off to the Bannered Mare for that - and a good room for the night afterward! It feels like ages since I've slept in a warm bed! ---

[chrisjake-cp]

History 3 Trapped Filming Diary (full English translation) - Days 21-30

Masterpost here. 

I don’t own the book so I can’t post my scans of the pictures that came with it. So I posted some other pictures of the scenes that were being filmed. These pics belong to LINE TV or Choco Media, or I’ve taken screenshots.

Read days 21-30 under the cut. 

Day 21

Do you want me, officer Meng, to go window-shopping with you? And you need my help with carrying your bags? Isn’t that a bit too much like big talent wasted on a petty job though? 

Junhao [Jake] and Yizhen [Diane] are classmates from Q Place, but <Trapped> is the first show where the two work together. Both of them said that the feeling of doing scenes with each other was very relaxed and comfortable. For their first time working together they were playing the part of enemies, and in the department store they were bickering noisily with each other all the way. Hongye also helped Shaofei select a pair of lucky pig briefs in a lingerie shop. There was a background for these lucky briefs and they came recommended by the director, [who said] that Meng Shaofei should in fact wear this kind of underwear. Afterwards the wardrobe department really bought the pair of underwear in hopes of putting them to good use in some of the later scenes, even though they weren’t, in the end.

Day 22

Early in the morning, Junhao [Jake] energetically wished the staff a good morning, and then, with vigour, started off a whole day of chasing, running, jumping and bumping into things. 

As was required in the script, Jake had to lose his balance and fall down, but also collide with things in the vegetable market, and he also had to deal with men in black clothes who emerged from all directions at any time. Even though he was wearing protective gear in his clothes, he was still injured in a few places on his body. 

That day, the wet market was very hot and suffocating, and once the ‘cut’ sounded, the staff immediately handed over a small portable fan and applied ice packs.

Day 23

Yesterday was a day off. Everyone was on their way to Yilan, preparing for a long stay in Yilan of ten or more days. 

Tang Yi’s house is located in the ‘Sanxing Liangyi’ guesthouse in the village of Sanxing in Yilan County. The rooms have large windows that reach to the ground. During the day the sun shines in unceremoniously, and in the evening when the curtains are opened we could enjoy the sight of a starry sky without any light pollution. The front yard has a swimming pool as well. We heard that [the guesthouse] previously was the backdrop for many commercials and music videos. 

On the first day of filming in Yilan, the [weather] gods welcomed Boss Tang moving in with clear skies for miles and excellent weather.

Day 24

The guesthouse has three floors. On the first floor are the living room and the guest room, and Shaofei’s room as well. On the second floor is Tang Yi’s room, and the third room was used by the crew as a hairdressing and make-up space. Whenever we had a break, we could also go to the penthouse’s balcony to enjoy Yilan’s impressively beautiful scenery. 

Today was the second day of filming in the Tang mansion and everyone was already familiar with the place, running back and forth in every corner of the house, as if we’d been living here for a while already. Everything felt ordinary and like our usual routine. We worked together, watched the sunset together, put meals on the table and ate night snacks together, swatted at mosquitoes and tried to catch flies together, moved things up and down...our work of shooting this show was tiring, but we also didn’t forget to live well. 

During our everyday lives in the Tang mansion, the sunset was always very beautiful and Hongye, waiting for her scenes, also took out her phone to record it. The afternoon sunlight and shadow fell sideways on Daoyi’s face and it was just quietly beautiful.

Day 25

The scene where [Tang Yi and Shaofei] are eating breakfast together may look simple, but in fact it’s packed with a lot of very fine details. 

For example with regards to the design of their lines, the two did a lot of polishing with the director when they were practicing for the scene. Tang Yi’s personality is scrupulous and methodical and his word is law. Earlier, under Shaofei’s efforts to persuade him, he let the police take away drug dealer A De. That was the first time that the XingTian Group had handed someone over to the police to deal with. But this time they caught He Hang. Tang Yi said that his drug trafficking and the betrayal of the organization were two separate matters. Only after [Tang Yi] had settled the account for [He Hang’s] betrayal, would he take the initiative of handing the man over to the police. 

Tang Yi was changing bit by bit. He went from not wanting anything to do with the police at first to slowly being persuaded to let the police arrest one of his people, to being willing to actively hand someone over to the police himself in the end.  Because of Shaofei, Tang Yi learned how to make concessions. The director said this was love. This was Tang Yi, agreeing to break his own principles for another person. It's what is most beautiful in the power of love. 

There was a large mirror in the income hall of the Tang mansion. Jack stopped there each time he passed by and he would take pictures for a long time in front of the mirror before he was willing to leave.

Day 26

In the morning Jack and Zhaozi were being lovey-dovey in the living room, and in the evening our FeiTangCP were doing their thing in the bedroom. So the whole day, the Tang mansion was filled with pink bubbles [of love].

From the early morning, Jack was cooking instant noodles in the living room for Zhaozi who’d been hungry all evening. When A De, who was very dissatisfied with all things love and work, caught them, the two lovebirds looked especially irritating from A De’s point of view.  In a fit of anger, he knocked down the whole bowl of noodles from Zhaozi’s hand. Dramatic scenes also have dramatic behind-the-scenes. In a moment not caught by the camera, A De threw the bowl with such great force, that the contents - noodles, meat slices and veggies - flew out in a perfect parabolic curve. The meat slices hung in the lamps of the lighting crew⁕, and behind on the floor were also a few piles of noodles. In what was a close call, the crew quickly dodged that, otherwise their faces would have been ‘washed’ with flying instant noodles. 

At nightfall, Shaofei, carrying a birthday cake, watched Tang Yi crying on his own in front of a weak table lamp. It turned out that in the past few years, no one had celebrated his birthday with him. This was the first kissing scene between Junhao [Jake] and Chengyang [Chris] until now, for which the poor pair had to both cry and kiss. But Officer Meng finally stopped allowing arrogant Andy from getting all the glory [in kissing Tang Yi].

⁕ There is a little bit of this in the behind-the-scenes...you can see a piece of meat swaying back and forth on the lamps. 😆

Day 27

In today’s last scene (the one where Tang Yi can’t find Shaofei, and when Shaofei gets home later and is getting ready to ask about Tang Yi’s past, but is interrupted by the phone call), Tang Yi actually felt a bit awkward and uncomfortable when he had to act being embarrassed and shy. 

A De, who had secretly loved his boss for many years, was finally pushed to the breaking point of his irritation, when he saw Jack take Zhaozi home to flirt with each other and Shaofei circling around the boss like the moon orbits the Earth. Originally, the script only called for [A De] to simply want to accompany his boss on his run, but under the guidance of the director, A De silently cried sad tears of one-sided love, which made the people watching him from the sidelines also sad. 

But, love just is this cruel. In the evening, Boss Tang and officer Meng were doing their usual show of affection. Shaofei had already disappeared for a day and a night. Just like other people in love, Tang Yi, not being able to contact the most important person in his heart, felt anxious and nervous. He sent so many messages and made a lot of phone calls, fearing that [Shaofei] may have gotten into an accident. When he eventually opened the door [to Shaofei’s] room to see him safe and sound at home, he could finally let go of the heaviness in his heart, but at the same time he also wanted to yell: “You stupid moron, where the hell have you been these past few days?” 

In the end, they kissed deeply. How come that the mood for kissing was so complicated in these two consecutive days? But this is also a characteristic of our FeiTangCP. Every kiss has meaning and is layered.

Day 28

Today we had the first scene between young Tang Yi and old Tang. When the two actors met each other in the early morning they first greeted each other. The first scene of young and old Tang was a warm cooking scene between father and son. The set was filled with a sweet aroma; the two created a homecooked dish that was not like Tang-ye’s [regular] cooking. When the staff joked and said to Chengyang [Chris] “don’t you want to try it for yourself?’, he shyly replied: “No need.”

In the evening, as soon as Shaofei came in, he jokingly said: “I’ll be earning money lying down today”.  Little did he know that the whole evening long he’d be constantly thrown onto the bed by Tang Yi in a domineering manner. When they were rehearsing the scene, they made the whole bed move out of place (note from the editor: aren’t the two of them a bit too intense?)

When [Chris and Jake] had a break, they were discussing on the side who ‘bent’ the other one [who made the one gay for the other first]? Both parties refused to give in and said it was definitely the other person. Shaofei also said to Tang Yi: “My junior [Yuqi] said that in the XingTian Group you had relationships with both men and women.” Tang Yi felt a bit wronged and said, “she’s just saying that!” But Shaofei was unwilling to be outdone and continued: “Then why are you so close to that Andy and [Dr.] Jintang?” He only wanted to get an answer from Tang Yi.

Day 29

Boss Tang was cooking when he confessed his feelings to Officer Meng. Officer Meng’s chasing after him for all these years had thus not been in vain. This clamshell had finally opened up! 

Next to confessing, [Tang Yi] also took the lead in kissing Shaofei. This time the kiss didn’t fill the air with stifling heaviness, but instead was very sweet. Officer Meng also returned the kiss, but its suddenness caught us off-guard, as it was Shaofei who suddenly added [this unscripted⁕ kiss] to the scene, cleverly turning around to plant a sneaky kiss on Tang Yi.  

Doesn’t everyone think that the process of preparing omelette fried rice feels a bit familiar? In <Right or Wrong>, Xiao Fei was indeed also using omelette fried rice to capture the hearts and stomachs of Yi Jie and You You, so it can be seen as the best ‘weapon’ [to attract love]. Our re-creation of the classic ketchup squeezing scene from <Right or Wrong> similarly played a most important assisting role. While rehearsing for the scene, Shaofei also hummed the song “Omelette Rice of Love”.

⁕ How much do I love the fact that Jake came up with this little kiss? 🥺 Spoiler alert: a lot! 

Day 30

The days of shooting at the Tang mansion in Yulan are almost all filled with kissing scenes. For today’s kissing scene we went back to FeiTangCP’s main course of action: cruel and profound. 

This was the first scene after dinner. From dinnertime [Chris and Jake] spent ages behind closed doors with the director, contemplating on the mood [needed for the scene]. When it was time for filming the scene, the atmosphere was very quiet and solemn. The two of them kissed and kissed; their clothes were ripped time and again. After Director Qingrong yelled ‘cut’, she would get out from behind her director monitor, enter the room quietly and hug the both of them. The other crew members also came in to re-attach microphones, mend buttons and help the two actors to wipe their tears and re-apply some make-up. It was all done quietly. Before they were ready for another round of ‘action’, [Chris and Jake] hugged each other, patted each other on the back and told each other some words of encouragement. 

It took until the director shouted “okay, next scene” through the intercom for the two of them to gradually start smiling through their tears. They sat on the floor⁕, helping each other wipe the tears from their faces (and the saliva). 

⁕ There is this very short scene somewhere in the behind-the-scenes where you see Chris sitting with his head on his knees in front of the bed, still half-crying, and Jake literally crawls over on his knees to check if he’s okay. My heart, MY HEART. 💔 Also, in the show it looks like it’s only Chris who cries, but if you pay very, very good attention (and I have, lol) you can see  (and hear) Jake breaking down as well. Ugh, babies, it must have been so hard filming that scene. 

[bbyboybrock--archived]

Shipped (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* Omg your requests are open!! Can you do something about colby and reader dating in secret and she’s always hyping him up on everything and fans just think it’s cause they are best friends. But she posts a post wearing the love for hire letterman on accident and the fans connected it because Kat and Tara have it to so they figure out they are dating and go crazy (in a good way) for them 🥺❤️

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,967

Warnings: Major fluff, Swearing

Masterlist

I harassed Colby into letting me listen to their new music. Let’s just say, when you guys hear this, you’re going to be glad One Direction is on a break. Can’t help but stan L4H!! #numeber1fan

I press "send tweet" before plugging in my phone and taking a quick shower. When I get out of the shower I grab my phone and throw myself onto Colby’s bed. It’s our bed at this point. I spend more time at the trap house than I do my apartment, I might as well move in. I go and read the comments under my tweet. Most of them are good. Some fans want me to leak the boys' music, others are freaking out over mine and Colby’s friendship. Someone makes it a point to mention how cute Colby and I would be as a couple and linked an edit that they made. Someone commented that fans like them, the one that posted the edit, are the problem and the reason why Colby doesn’t have any friends who are girls. There is a whole fight going on under that comment.

I quickly try to defuse the situation between the fans before exiting twitter altogether. I take my towel off of my damp hair and walk back into Colby’s bathroom to detangle it. When I finish doing my hair I grab the first jacket of Colby’s that I see to get warm. Lucky for me, it’s his Love for Hire lettermen jacket. For whatever reason, this jacket is more comfortable than any hoodie I’ve stolen during our entire relationship, maybe it’s because it smells strongly like him. Or maybe it’s because I get to finally live out my high school dream of wearing my boyfriend’s lettermen. Either way, Colby knows that this is my jacket now and he’s going to have to fight me to the death for it back. I don’t know if it’s because I freshly showered and my hair is fluffy, or because my skin is thanking me for not putting makeup on it yet, but something is compelling me to take a selfie in Colby’s bathroom mirror.

I get up on to the counter and try to position myself comfortably. I take a few selfies, while carefully not exposing Colby’s messy counter. I do cute poses with peace signs and my tongue sticking out. I do serious “model” poses with hair looking like I’m in a photoshoot. I take a couple and post them on my Instagram story. I triple check each one before pressing send to make sure they end up on my close friends’ list and not my public story. That would be disastrous. I saw how people were acting in the comments of my tweet supporting Colby when a fan posted an edit wishing we were dating. I can’t imagine how his fan base would react if they knew we really are dating and have been for well over a year.

Well, I can imagine how they would react, I’ve been around Colby long enough to figure out how his fanbase functions. Most of his fans would be supportive. Of the majority, there would be roughly half who constantly would show their support over our relationship. The other half would keep quiet and try not to mention it directly so they don’t “jinx” it. No matter how open Colby is with his fans, there is still so much of his life that he has to keep private from the rest of his fans who wouldn’t be supportive of our relationship. The obsessive ones who think that Colby is a toy and belongs to only them. In all honesty, Colby and I probably would have been together longer if it wasn’t for them. We probably wouldn’t have been friends. There was a period in his life when he wouldn’t make any new female friends because of what his old friends had to go through. Because of that, Colby has always been protective of me.

Even though we’ve been friends since he moved to Los Angles, he only introduced me to his fandom two years ago. Even then, it wasn’t like, boom: “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Colby made sure I was properly acclimated to his side of internet stardom by having me appear in all of his other friends’ videos and photos first before a strand of my hair was placed in one of his videos. And then he said, “here’s a girl that I’m friends with, be nice!” Being a Youtuber myself, I have some experience with fandoms. But nothing could prepare me for his intense fans. For the first couple of months after Colby put me on his channel, I understood why Colby kept so many of girl friends in the dark or why some chose to stop being friends with Colby in general. It’s only a select few fans, but when there are so many comments of harassment and death threats it can get overwhelming.

Those comments died down after a while though. Mostly because I either mute certain words from my comments or I don’t read them. Colby and I try really hard to hide our relationship. If we’re in videos together, we don’t sit too close. We keep our hands to ourselves; even a simple hand on the shoulder can cause a frenzy. We only post our couple pictures on our actual secret Instagram accounts and close friends list. Our friends know not to post anything where we might look too much like a couple. We make it a point to bicker like siblings whenever we do work together. Hell, the reason I still have my apartment is to avoid people finding out we’re dating. If I have my own place, people just think I’m visiting the guys whenever I’m over. And it works, everyone just assumes that we’re really close friends.

“I’m back and I bring food!” Colby yells as he opens the door to the room. I plug my dying phone back into the charger before abandoning it in the bathroom to greet Colby.

“Oh thank God, I was beginning to think you were with your hoes. But then I ran into Sam, Jake, and Corey in the kitchen so I relaxed.” I give Colby a quick kiss and help him with the shopping bags in his hand. I set them on the bed and start going through them.

“I wish, but they were too busy for me. So I went and got us stuff for this weekend.” Colby sets the food down and helps me unload the bags.

“Oh that reminds me, we need to stop by my place after dinner so I can pack my things.” Te whole friend group is renting a log cabin in woods for Thursday to Monday morning for bonding and to get a few collars done. Colby went and got a few road trip snacks without me. Probably because I would get distracted at Target and we would never leave. It’s fine, he remembered to get my favorite snacks.

“Yeah, okay, I figured. We could have gone earlier but I had to let you sleep in after you spent all night watching tiktoks.” Colby walks over to the couch and starts to set up our lunch in front of the tv.

“To be fair, I’m not responsible for the time lost when I’m on the tok. Besides, I learned more dances to teach you!” I take off Colby’s jacket and set it at the foot of the bed before joining Colby on the couch.

“Of course you did. You know how much I love learning a new TikTok dance every day.” Colby jokes before kissing my forehead. He hands me my food and turns on Netflix.

A few minutes into our show, there’s a loud, rapid knock at the door. Annoyed, Colby paused the show and puts his food down.

“What?” Colby asks as he gets up to open the door. Sam stands on the other side, relieved. The last time Sam knocked on the door like that, Colby and I were busy… rearranging furniture.

“Oh Colby, you’re home. But I’m not here for you. Y/N, did you mean to post that on your story?” Colby moves aside to let Sam in.

“Haha, Sammy, I’m not falling for that one. Colby already tried that on me last week.” I go back to eating my food and ignore Sam.

“No, I’m being serious. Katrina said she kept trying to reach you but you’re not answering. Fans are freaking out on twitter.”

“Oh shit!” I quickly put down my food and grab my phone in the bathroom. There are miss calls and texts from Kat, Tara, and Devyn. I unlock my phone and open Instagram to check my story. Sure enough, I accidentally sent one of my selfies to my main story instead of my close friends. The selfie looks harmless enough, except I’m wearing Colby’s jacket and it’s very obvious that I’m in his bathroom. Jake moved in some of the cardboard Colby’s into Colby’s room and one of them faces the mirror, you can kind of see it in the selfie. Most people might think nothing of it, but earlier this week Kat and Tara posted pictures of them wearing Sam and Jake’s jackets. With that association alone, everyone is going to find out.

“I don’t get it, there’s only a selfie on here. Did you already delete it?” Colby yells from the bedroom. I slowly walk out of the bathroom with a confused look on his face.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” I open up my story and check how many people have seen it.

“What, I’m lost… Oh… Oh! Oh, fuck!” Colby finally gets it and does something on his phone.

“‘Oh fuck’ is right. So many people took screenshots that even if I deleted it now, it would be pointless.” I walk to the bed and throw myself facedown, like a teen in a movie after having a shitty day at school.

“And you guys are trending on Twitter,” Sam says. I almost forgot he was still here.

“Dude,” Colby warns.

“Not helpful, I get it. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Sam leaves the room and I let out a scream as soon as I hear the door close. I feel the spot next to me sink as Colby sits down and starts rubbing my back.

“Hey, Y/N, these aren’t as bad as you think. I’m only seeing positive messaged. Look,” Colby gently pats my back to get my attention.

“Really? Let me see.” I sit up, sniffle, and peek at Colby’s phone as he reads.

“Are you crying?” Colby asks as he wipes my face.

“I immediately got overwhelmed. Let me read the tweets.” I take Colby’s phone scroll through the tweets. He’s right, they’re mostly positive. I haven’t seen a negative tweet yet. That’s the opposite of how I thought this would go. A few people are telling other fans to stop assuming, but even those are calm compared to the fight I saw earlier.

“See, I guess we were stressed all this time for no reason. We can do normal couple things like our friends and not go out of our way to hide everything.”

“That’ll be nice. It was getting exhausting. What do we do now? How do you want to approach this? Live stream? Youtube video?” I look at Colby and he has a big smile on his face.

“Right now, let’s just finish lunch. We can deal with this later. Now, I’m going to take this back. I don’t want you to start crying again.” Colby strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

“I love you, Colbs,” I say softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

[xonepeacelovex]

baby, i'm bad news

bad news

Seo Changbin

Getting in a relationship with him will only end in one way, heartbreak. There are many things you’ve prepared yourself when you started dating Changbin. The first one was the public not accepting your relationship especially you are a non-celebrity. Until now your relationship with him is a secret except for your family and his members. 

The second thing was his schedule. Something you both don't have a control over. It was never really a problem for you at first. What do you expect? He’s an artist. His job is to perform around the world. You also strongly believe that is his purpose in life, to write music and share it in which he is doing a good job.

Seo Changbin

Your family adores him even though you are not quite sure for your brother and father. They are both not vocal on hating him but they are both protective for the rare moments Changbin comes over to your house. 

Whenever that happens, your mother will make sure to cook something special. “Eat up Changbin. Don't be shy.”, saying it with motherly smile. Cooking a feast for your boyfriend that sometimes made you question who is really her own child. You are convince that she adores Changbin more than you. Eager for you and Changbin to get married. Slipping the topic of marriage during the sumptuous dinner. In which, every time, you whined at her to stop while Changbin laughs at how cute you are. 

Your father though, he is a quiet man but whenever Changbin takes you home. He always makes sure your bedroom door is open, suspicious of you two. Volunteering to bring the fruits your mother prepared for Changbin so he can enter your bedroom. Lingering eyes on Changbin before exiting your bedroom, making Changbin nervous. You’ll always laugh at Changbin, teasing him. 

You are always the unattractive sibling compared to your siblings. You were never worried about relationships, more focused on achieving your goals. Being the second child, you thrive on the things where your older sister aren’t good which are academics and arts. While your younger brother, is also a heartthrob and you know he broke too much hearts in this lifetime. Always joking he’ll probably suffer in his next lifetime. 

For that reason, your sister didn’t take the news of you dating the Seo Changbin seriously until one day when he took you home. “I thought you are joking.”, in which you just rolled your eyes. From then on, whenever Changbin comes over, she’ll ask him if he has any friends to introduce to her. 

On the other hand, your younger brother is still convincing you to break up with him. “He’ll end up breaking your heart.”, he said to you after you bid goodbye to Changbin one time. “And why?”, you asked irritated at him, entering your house. “Because...”, thinking the reasons Changbin is a bad news. When he can't think of any reasons or more like he can’t say the reasons, you left him there, entering your bedroom. You sigh, plopping down on your bed. Seriously, this family.

Changbin: I have a good time with your family. 

You smile while reading his text message.

You: I thought they scared you enough to break up with me.

Changbin: Don’t say that. I’ll never break up with you.

You: I’ll screenshot this to use against you when the time comes. 

Changbin: You’ll never use that though. 

You: Your way too good with words. 

Changbin: I’ll be flying for the world tour tomorrow night. I miss you already.

You: I miss you too. 

Seo Changbin

The man you are watching from afar. The way he performs on the stage, you can feel his love for this job. You are indeed right when you said to him that the stage is his home. He shines more when he’s performing with Stray Kids. You can’t help but to tear up as you watch him. He is only going up from now on. You feel kinda bad for yourself. You are still indecisive if being a doctor is really your purpose for this life. That night, as you watch your boyfriend performs, you kinda wish you’ve realised your dream sooner. 

When the concert ends, you excitedly went to the backstage, eager to congratulate him and the boys of their successful concert. Your clammy hands holding the bouquet of flowers, you waited for him at the sidelines. He’s extremely busy taking photos with the guests that you waited for hours. 

He was ready to go home when he was informed that you are waiting for him by their manager. You can’t blame their manager because you knew concert is a lot hectic than any other events, thinking that probably he forgot to tell Changbin. With a head hanging low, ready to go home, you left the bouquet at the bench. When he arrived at the bench where you are waiting, he saw a bouquet of his favourite flowers. He immediately looked at his dead phone. Frustrated that he can't call you either. 

With a heavy heart, he went home to pack again, this time for the US tour. 

Seo Changbin

Calling. Your phone lights up with his name on the screen. All the sadness you felt earlier disappeared immediately after seeing his name. You answered it with a happy but groggy tone, “Hey.”. “Hi. Did I wake you up?”, he asked you, worry in his voice. “I’m about to sleep but that’s okay.”, you answered him honestly. “Sorry.”, disappointment can be heard on his voice that it made your stomach churned. Smiling even though he can’t see you, you understand him. “It’s fine. Congratulations for the successful concert. My boyfriend looks cool on stage.” you joked to lighten up the mood.

When he said that the word ‘Sorry’ for the first time you knew it will never be his last one. Changbin knew that also.

Seo Changbin

The inevitable happened too soon. 

The first thing he did when the plane landed on Korea was to call you. After months of not seeing each other, you feel happy and excited. A few minutes of talking over the phone because of time difference is no longer a problem. You have many things to tell him. The first one will be, you are finally decided to take the path of medicine. The months he is in abroad you are busying yourself with studying for the entrance exam of a prestigious medicine school. Today, you received an email that you passed the exam. You wanted Changbin to be the first one to hear the good news. 

You both agreed to meet in the cafe you first met. 

Changbin was sitting quietly, looking outside the cafe. The table doesn't have any drinks on it. You knew that moment that this supposed date will be last the one. 

“I think we should stop before it gets deep.”, he said calmly as he can, confirming your intuition. “I don't want to break your heart.”, looking at your eyes, a glint of sadness in his eyes. “I’m no good for you. Baby, I’m bad news.”

Seo Changbin

The last thing you prepared yourself when you started dating Changbin was the break up. Though you entered this relationship hoping that Changbin will be the first and last, the one you’ll marry someday, your end game. Holding on his words that the situation you are both facing right now will never happen. Now that those words crossed your mind, he never promised anything. Those words you thought were never a promise to begin with. Lucky him. You can’t hold it against him. He knew from the start he can’t keep a promise. 

After collecting your thoughts, you nodded at him. Finally, ready to say something. “But you know what Changbin?”, you asked him a rhetorical question. “I’ve prepared myself for this heart break right from the start because I’ve realized sooner that heart breaks are part of loving you.”. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, “Thank you though for being a part of my life, Seo Changbin.”, standing up and leaving the cafe before the tears leave your eyes.

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[katnissmellarkkk]

Summary: At the Seventy-Fourth Reaping for The Hunger Games, volunteering is outlawed, thanks to a tribute four years prior. Because of this, when Katniss’ sister Prim’s name is chosen from the bowl, there’s nothing she can do but hope that Peeta Mellark, past victor and now Prim’s mentor, can somehow bring her sister home alive. (Obviously heavy on Everlark.) 

AN: Hi! I don’t really have a big author’s note or anything--at least, I don’t think I do? We’ll see how long this trails on--but this is one of the fics I’ve been working on for a while. It’s multi-chaptered so there’s gonna be a lot more coming in the future, but this first chapter is honestly a little similar to the original book, with some (significant) deviations here and there, but after this first chapter, this story becomes extremely different from canon. I gotta thank, obviously, @rosegardeninwinter​ for a). making me my pretty lil banner and for b). reading the million, unpolished, unedited screenshots of my drafts that I’m sure ya’ll got tired of really quick. And also for encouraging me to write this in the first place. And also, I gotta thank everyone who liked and reblogged the lil story edit I posted months ago for this concept. It really encouraged me to write this concept out. (I’m talking about this edit right here if you forgot or never saw x). Okay, anyways, I’m talking too much but thank you! Also link to this story on AO3 [x].

Chapter One :

I stare out into the sky, introspective, as I wait for familiar footsteps to approach. The footfalls of my hunting partner, my friend even, Gale, still remain absent, despite our longstanding agreement to hunt on Reaping Day, no matter how hot it is, or how scarce the game, or how worried we may be deep inside.

Of course, how could a couple kids from the Seam not worry about Reaping Day? At least a slight bit, deep down?

Reaping Day. The day that decides the almost absolute fate of a lucky—as our assigned escort, straight from the Capitol itself, so proudly proclaims—boy and girl.

We're District Twelve. The smallest and one of the poorest districts in the country of Panem. There's an almost guarantee that whoever gets their name picked from the reaping bowl, even the strongest eighteen-year-old boy in the district, will have an almost sure fate of death. Likely before the number of tributes drops below twenty.

Tributes from our district almost never fare well inside the arena.

Almost never.

We have had a few winners in history, two of which are still around, but a few out of seventy-three games isn't inspiring much hope in anyone today.

The wind breezes against my arms, prickling the hair at the back of my neck, and I'm struck by the memory of being out here, in the forbidden territory of the woods, outside our district limits, when I was just a kid. When my dad was the one hunting and I was just along for the ride. Just along because I wanted to be with him. When I used to blindly trust him and my mother, when I thought he'd live forever, when I was too young to truly grasp the concept of the Hunger Games. When I was too young to truly grasp the concept of the world in which we live.

When I was eleven my every illusion was shattered violently. Almost as violently as the death in which my father must have endured, underground in those mines, as they exploded.

I remember hearing the alarm at school, blaring so cacophonously over the speakers that it shook the schoolrooms themselves. I remember blindly grappling through the scurrying bodies of my classmates, until I found my way to my little sister, Primrose. Her room was completely empty, but she still remained, sitting behind her desk with small folded hands, waiting for my arrival with excessive patience.

I'd always coached her on what we'd do, if there ever should be a mine accident. I made sure she knew the drill, just as I knew it. Like the back of my hand. Like a prayer or a lullaby. I could recite it in my sleep. Because my father had just as sternly instilled it into me.

I wove my way through the chaos of bodies and white-hot panic, towing Prim only inches behind me by the hand, as the kids from town lingered in the hallways, their classic, bright blue eyes large and their voices all quivering, and as the kids from the Seam dutifully made their way to the nearest exits, hoping and praying and begging silently that it wasn't their parent who had been hurt. Hoping the accident hadn't taken what was typically the sole provider in most households, here in the poorest section, in the most impoverished district.

Prim and I must have not hoped hard enough, because we learned almost immediately upon finding our mother, who was now immobilized with grief, her characteristic gentle smile eviscerated and in it's place, a blank stare, void of any life at all, that our every fear from hearing that alarm were coming true.

My mom was supposed to get a job. She was supposed to find a way to provide for us, to take care of her two daughters, who were grieving her husband just as much as she was.

But instead she lay in bed day after day. On the good mornings, maybe if Prim begged and pleaded, she'd move to a chair, in front of the fireplace and stare at the flames with the same vacant expression that had replaced the loving, kind woman who'd raised us.

The money from the government, the minuscule amount of money given to keep us afloat until our mother found work, ran out. The meat our father had hunted, the plants he'd saved, ran out. The food we had the small luxury of sometimes buying—or more times than not, trading for—quickly ran out.

And our mother still did absolutely nothing.

I take a deep breath now and try to force myself to forgive her. Forgive her for not being strong enough to keep going, forgive her for not caring enough about her own children to keep them alive in the face of her grief, forgive her for being so in love that losing my father had almost killed her too.

I know it's what my father would want. And I know it's something I can't let myself do. Because if I let her off the hook, it's like saying it's okay that she almost let Prim wither away to nothing. Forget me. I will never forgive her for almost taking my little sister away from me.

Our mother did absolutely nothing until Prim's ribs were prominent, until my stomach was nearly hallow, until our cheekbones were so blatantly obvious you could count them from down the road.

And all my fears, all my resolve, to keep the three of us together as a family, went out the window. There was nothing left to do, but wait for me and Prim to be taken to the Community Home, with the other orphans or kids from unsafe families. Kids who still remained too thin, who's eyes told stories no ear wanted to hear, who still wore bruises upon their skin like freckles from the sun, who looked nearly worse than the corpses I encountered every winter, while walking from the Seam to town. Those corpses were the unlucky ones who'd actually starved to death, who had sat down to merely rest, because they had no substance to carry them any further, and somehow never got back up.

On that day, at eleven years old, living in the Community Home sounded no worse than living with the immobilized shell that had once been my mother. My resolve to hold out until my birthday, until I could get the tesserae that would feed my family for an entire year, was shattered by the harsh raindrops pelting me from the grey, unforgiving sky.

I vaguely heard the baker's wife, the mean-spirited woman, with her deeply embittered, hostile blue eyes that somehow seemed black, scream at me, calling me names, shooing me from her property.

I'd simply wanted to rummage her trashcan, so desperate for any small morsel to take back to Prim, any motivation to take even another step forward, when I felt her rough and calloused hands shove me away.

I toppled over, my legs already weak and shaky from lack of nutrition and substance. My depleted form laid on the ground, my eyes bleary from exhaustion and the shivering wind and rain.

The witch went back inside the bakery as I scarcely conjured up the will to sit upright. I was beyond done. The fighting to even gain a fraction of my mother's awareness, to get something, anything, to feed myself and my starving sister, to even stand up, became overwhelming and I felt the last bit of my resolve crumble from deep inside.

Let them come and take me and Prim to the Community Home. I don't care any longer. Let them come.

Out of the corner of my eye, a boy exited out the same backdoor the witch had gone through. He was carrying a bag of trash in his hands and my famished mind focused on that first, focused on what could be inside the contents of that bag, on what a baker could potentially be throwing away, before I realized the boy was in my year at school. I knew him, or at least, I knew his face. But he stuck with the other blonde-haired, fair-skinned town kids and I didn't even remember his name in that moment.

In hindsight, that's absolutely hysterical now.

But he evaporated as soon as he'd appeared and I closed my eyes and let the rain drown me, hoping perhaps I could be swallowed up within the downpour itself. Hoping that perhaps I'd never have to face the reality that I was out of options and I had nothing of subsidence to take home.

But then I heard a clatter and a clang and the sound of a scream. It was her, the witch. She was screaming and calling someone names my own mother had never even uttered in my lifetime.

I mentally prepared myself for her to come back outside, to drive me away with a stick or a knife. Or possibly even a hot, scorching prong.

But it wasn't the witch. It was the boy, the one from my year. The one I thought went back inside after taking out the trash, that I believed didn't even notice me before.

He was carrying bread. Two loaves, in fact. The crusts were black and burned and the welt across his face told me, without a doubt, that he was the target of the witch's insults. That he was the victim of whatever clanging noise I heard.

And though I was the one starving to death, I didn't envy him having her for a mother.

I remember vividly, the most crystal clear image I have of this day, the boy checking and making sure the witch's attention had been claimed elsewhere. And then, without even glancing in my direction, he tossed one loaf of bread to my feet. Seconds later, the other followed.

He didn't hesitate to head back inside after that, and I've spent more time in these last four years than I'd more than likely care to admit, wondering what possessed him to commit such an act of kindness. No one was kind for free, I'd learned by that point.

And yet, as I shook myself forcefully out of my stupor, and carried the loaves back to my house at the edge of the Seam, I had no explanation for his simple act. I had no basis to explain why he would help me, when no one else ever had.

The next day, I saw him at school. I passed by him in the hallway, and saw his eye had now blackened, his cheek welted, but somehow he still managed a joyous smile. He didn't notice me then. He was surrounded by his friends. Like always, he was surrounded by a constant crowd.

He is, after all, one of the most charming and sweet people Panem's ever known.

Later that day, when I was about to walk home with Prim, who was excitedly chattering about the leftover bread awaiting us on the kitchen table, the bread I'd brought home the night prior that had filled our stomachs for the first time in months, I caught the boy looking in our direction. My grey Seam eyes met his baby blues for a microsecond, before he looked away. I snapped my gaze downwards too, embarrassed, when I caught sight of a dandelion.

It was that moment that a bell went off in my head. That I saw how I could survive, how Prim could survive. How, through the things my dad had taught me, I could keep me and my sister alive.

After that day, I could never stop associating the boy with the bread, the one who gave me hope, with the dandelion that reminded me I wasn't doomed.

I never stopped associating him with his simple act of kindness, even when he became famous for some much less appreciable acts.

And I never stopped kicking myself for failing to thank him, for saving my life and my family's life, before he was whisked away, to a land far from Twelve, called the Capitol. When he later returned, now a part of a much more elite social class, thanking him for his kindness became even less of a possibility.

A girl from the Seam had no business seeking out a boy from Victor's Village. Even if I did have the guts.

Though he isn't exactly in good company here in Twelve, seeing as the only other person who holds the same title is a drunken, middle-aged man who can barely form a coherent sentence most days and lives like a hermit by his own volition.

My thoughts are interrupted by the quiet—almost as quiet as mine, but not quite—steps of Gale.

"You're late," I state without turning around, pulling the cheese from my pocket. "You're lucky Prim's cheese held up under the sun."

But Gale pulls something even more impressive from behind his back. "This will probably go nice with it," he says and I almost gasp.

Fresh bread is so rare in our district, generally reserved for the Peacekeepers and perhaps a merchant who is having a good day. Here in the Seam, fresh bread from the bakery is as common as new school shoes.

Gale updates me on his day as we split the bread and cheese and have our own version of a small feast. He'd gotten to the woods early, while I had been still at home, and shot a squirrel to which he traded for the bread.

"The baker really went for that?" I ask in disbelief. The baker was a subdued, large man, who resembled all three of his sons quietly strongly, and was one of my dad's best customers. Sometimes I think he still trades with me and Gale out of respect to my dad's memory, but a simple squirrel for a loaf of fresh bread isn't common.

"I think he was feeling generous this morning," Gale suggests a little snidely, his bitterness leaking through. "Besides. It's not like the Mellark's need the money they ask for bread. They could easily skim off their precious son and he'd probably never notice."

Gale has a special affinity for hating anyone and anything associated even minimally with the Capitol. He was lost his father in the same mine explosion I lost mine in. But whereas I don't let myself get too worked up over the inequities between the town and the Seam, and especially between us all and the victors, Gale takes a special pride in fuming over the things he cannot change.

I don't mind listening usually, since neither of us can speak our minds in public or even within our own homes, out of fear small ears will pick up on our words and repeat them elsewhere. But today, I just don't have the energy to be a sounding board.

Instead I take a segue towards a slightly different topic, but one, without a doubt, weighing on both our minds. "Prim has been having nightmares of the reaping," I murmur solemnly. "She's convinced they're going to call her name."

Gale shook his head, his demeanor becoming more subdued now. "Least Prim's name is only in there once, Catnip. Rory had to take tesserae this year."

I nod silently at that admission, knowing what it must have cost him to even allow his little brother to take additional risks of being called. Knowing it meant his family of five must be even more hungry than he leads on.

We don't say much more after that, only lingering in the woods long enough to catch some additional game from what I've already collected, and hurry back to town to trade.

As we walk back to the Seam, having divided up our goods evenly, Gale murmurs suddenly, "I might be able to stomach the idea of Rory's name being in that bowl six times if we were still allowed to volunteer."

I bypass his words the best I can. I don't want to think about what Gale must be going through, making himself sick with worry, not for himself but for a sibling in which he considers himself responsible for. And, as it happens once in a lucky moon, I feel grateful that my tesserae is still sufficient for a family of three, and I don't have to worry about Prim the same way. Her one entry pales in comparison to the thousands that are piled in that bowl.

Still, the silence between us as we walk is deafening and I can't take it any longer as we come closer to my house. "At least then, you'd get to see the Capitol," I say lightly, as a means to brighten his mood, even just a little.

At that, Gale rewards me with a humorless smirk. "Generous of the president, isn't it? To allow us district people to experience the great Capitol firsthand while they slaughter our family."

And it's true. Just a few years ago, it was allowed to volunteer as tribute in the place of whoever's name got chosen, as long as you were the same gender and between twelve and eighteen on Reaping Day.

But four years ago, when a twelve-year-old boy volunteered for his seventeen-year-old brother, an outrage sparked across the entire country. People are never happy, in any district, to see a twelve-year-old be chosen for the games. They're the youngest, the smallest, the most innocent, and never in history had a single one made it past the Final Fifteen in the games.

So when one volunteered, the country wasn't pleased in the slightest. However, like always, the anger was contained by Peacekeepers in a matter of weeks, and promises came pouring out from the Capitol that a change would be made after the games that year to ensure never again would this situation occur.

And it never again could. Because three days after the Seventieth Hunger Games, President Snow announced that all volunteering, from that point forward, was officially banned.

This new law is even more ironic when you realize that the twelve-year-old volunteer from that year became the youngest victor in the entire history of the games.

Still, I suppose the president was feeling generous that day, and he threw in a bonus treat for us in the districts. Now when someone is chosen from the reaping bowl, though their fate is sealed definitively when their name is uttered, they get to choose one family member to take on the train ride to the Capitol with them, to get a special viewing of the games with the mentors and the sponsors and the past victors, to get to experience the wonder that is the mysterious Candy Capitol firsthand.

However, when all is said and done, twenty-three family members must ride the train home alone to their districts, with their loved one in a casket beside them. The thought chills me to the bone and I shiver as me and Gale wish each other good luck. We probably won't see each other again until it's time for the customary dinner we all try to put on with our neighbors to celebrate, even minimally, that we've survived another year unchosen.

Prim is already wearing my first reaping outfit when I enter the house, though it is a bit large on her. She's slimmer than even I was at Twelve, despite her having months on me when I attended my first reaping.

I get ready quickly, if only because I want to spend time with her before we have to go. I protect Prim in every way I can but I'm powerless against the reaping.

Still, she's only entered once and that's as safe as anyone can get from being chosen. It's almost unheard in the Seam to be that safe from the games.

But my sister never did appear like she fit in here anyway. Her golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes resemble the merchants, not the Seam, and her and our mother stick out like sore thumbs next to our neighbors.

Our mom is restless now, busying herself with preparing the food for our small feast tonight and braiding Prim's hair and then mine.

I still haven't fully forgiven her for leaving us when we needed her most, but I also can't imagine how difficult it must be to have to send both your children off to be potentially chosen for an absolute death. And I let her hug me as I guide Prim out the door.

Attendance is mandatory for all in the district, but the ones viable for being chosen and those just watching don't typically enter together.

I guide Prim by hand into town, the walk feeling longer than it did with Gale. Perhaps it's the trembling twelve-year-old I'm towing, or perhaps I'm more afraid than I'm even admitting to myself.

After all, unlike my sister, I have twenty slips with my name splayed across this year. It's not as a bad as someone like Gale, who has forty-four chances of being called. But it's not as safe as the kids from town, who likely only have to worry about a handful of slips with their names.

Its not that they're rich by any standard, but they get by better than those in the Seam. Even if they're hungry, they're not at risk of starving, and no one is going to sign up for tesserae unless there is no alternative.

A year ago, my mother let it slip once over dinner, just out of the blue really, that my father had always sworn no child of his would be in need of tesserae.

I shake my head, as if to physically rid myself of the reminder. I don't want to dwell on what my father would feel if he were here. I don't want to be reminded how different things would be if he hadn't died.

I help Prim sign in and then drop her off, as gently as I can, with the other girls her age. At the last minute, she pulls on my hand, yanking me back to her with surprising force.

"Prim, I have to go stand with the sixteens," I say as she leans up and kisses my cheek.

"I just wanted to say I love you," she whispers softly, her big blue eyes so terrified, and then she steps back into the crowd of twelves surrounding her.

I sigh softly and give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. She truly is the best of our parents. Kind, smart, level-headed. She's funny and resourceful too, even if she can't take hunting animals herself.

She is the only person I'm certain that I love. And just about the only thing that keeps me going most days.

As I make my way to the sixteens, straightening my mother's dress on my hips, I check the clock. Only five minutes before we start. Before our lovely Capitol escort, Effie Trinket, reads off two names in her distinctive, afflicted accent. Before two kids know they're never coming home again.

This place isn't much. But it is all we've ever known, and no one wishes to leave it.

As more people crowd in, I begin to pick up an excited buzz in the girls surrounding me. Already knowing what I'll see, I crane my neck just the same, to peer up at the stage ahead.

Sure enough, I see exactly what I knew I would.

There's four chairs set up on the stage. One for Effie Trinket, because no one from the Capitol could ever bear to stand for more than three minutes at a time and she must have a seat to relax in before she calls out the names and sends two of us—a lucky boy and girl, as she says it—to the slaughter.

One of the other chairs is occupied by Mayor Undersee. A man who looks like he's been beaten down by life too many times as it is and would rather be anywhere but here. His daughter is my age. She sits with me at lunch, since Gale is two grades ahead of me and we rarely see each other at school. We make polite small talk but other than that, I barely know anything about her, and by association, her father.

However, it's neither of them that's stirring up the buzz within the crowd—admittedly, more so with the female portion of the crowd—and it's definitely not Haymitch Abernathy, who's stumbling on stage right at this moment. He managed to win the Fiftieth Hunger Games and I still can't imagine how. He's a paunchy man my mother's age and he's never sober, on the rare time he's even seen in public. Today is no exception, as he flops onto a chair gruffly, and murmurs something unintelligible with his eyes closed.

No, the murmuring, the now batting eyes and coy smiles, the soft vibrato still traveling within the crowd, are all because of the last guest of honor, walking upon the stage right behind his old mentor.

Peeta Mellark.

Winner of the Seventieth Hunger Games. Youngest ever. District Twelve's first and last volunteer. The twelve-year-old that changed the rules for the entire country.

The youngest mass murderer in history of Panem.

And now one of it's most beloved celebrities.

Peeta is smart—brilliantly smart—and he's always been charismatic. Even at twelve, he had the Capitol audience, as well as every single soul watching on television at home, eating out of the palm of his hand.

It doesn't hurt that at sixteen, he's become quite a looker. His blonde curls, his blue eyes, those long lashes and bubblegum pink lips. His fair, perfect skin that has not a blemish in sight. His toned, muscular body and devastatingly genuine smile that no one can help but fall in love with.

He's also the boy who saved my life. The one who committed the simple act of kindness, knowing it would cost him, to help me.

I never thanked him. And now I never can, as I'm sure he has zero memory of me. After everything else that's happened to him since, after the last four years of living as a Capitol darling, as one of the country's most cherished victors, he'd never remember the starving eleven-year-old he threw some burned bread to in a rainstorm.

But I remember him. I don't know if it's what he did for me that day or what he did for his brother only a matter of weeks later, but something about Peeta Mellark crawled under my skin four years ago and ever since, I've never been able to completely shake the feeling I get inside upon seeing him.

I break my gaze away, refusing to stare at the boy, who I will always accredit as the one who saved my life. I venomously refuse to gawk at him, like every other girl in the district.

He rarely comes out of his house when he's home here in Twelve, and I know the overzealous amount of attention he receives just by going to his parents' bakery has to be at least a part of the reason. Unlike Haymitch, who has lost his clout and his appeal with age and with deterioration, Peeta has only gained more and more notoriety as the years pass by.

You'd be hard pressed to find anyone in Twelve, outside of a few outliers like Gale perhaps, who'd say a negative word about Peeta Mellark.

Of course, rumors about his random and long stretches spent in the Capitol itself are always floating around, no matter what time of year it is, but they don't affect his public persona or anyone's opinion of him. He is, after all, the most valuable figure Twelve has and perhaps the only thing we can take any pride in.

Effie Trinket steps up to the microphone just as I turn my head away from the stage. "Welcome!" She greets, so vivaciously, so brightly, I can't imagine it even resonates in her head that she's just moments away from announcing two of our impending funerals. "Welcome, everyone! To the reaping for the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games!"

I can't even bear to listen as she prattles on, with too much confidence and dignity for someone dressed in every neon color known to man, speaking in such a peculiar accent, with a thickly painted face that is so blatantly visible to the every eye here today, even in the back row. Doesn't she realize how ridiculous she is to us? Doesn't she realize how wrong it is to preach about the morals and disciplines of the Capitol, in such a prideful voice, when they're the ones about to murder us for entertainment, and in repentance for a long over war that only a few elders can still remember?

As I advert my eyes, my gaze travels once again to the back of the stage, and I'm more than a little surprised to see Peeta Mellark with a similar expression as mine. He, too, is shifting his eyes elsewhere, away from his own escort, looking sick to his stomach.

Of course, it still can't be easy for him, even with his own games four years in the past. He was a literal child when he volunteered and it's fact that he didn't understand what he was getting himself into when he took his brother's place that fateful day. His innocence was stolen as soon as the countdown ended and talk still circulates, even in the Hob, that he wakes up screaming most nights, calling out the names of fallen tributes. Though those words are not given much weight in the Seam, as we all know, people get bored in this tiny district and bored people begin to spew lies whenever encouraged.

Effie continues, in a long overdone mantra, one I could recite in my sleep, the same one she spews every year, that two kids from every district must be chosen to battle to the death in a new and invigorating—one of her favorite words—arena, in order to pay for the blood shed during the rebellion and war, in order to ensure we'll never again even think to rebel.

It would almost be easier to swallow, this whole charade, if the people sent from the strange land of the Capitol would just be honest and blunt with us. If they'd just admit that they see us as lesser than, as animals or beasts of some sort, as less than human beings. It'd be easier if the Capitol spokespeople would just outright say, "we'll take your children, we'll starve your district, we'll ruin your homes, we'll broadcast the deaths of those you love most, all to keep you too powerless to fight. In order to make sure you never are able to stand strong, we have to kick your legs out from under you first."

Instead of being honest though, Effie Trinket is reiterating the Treaty Of Treason, in a tone so serious that it takes all the self-control possible to stop several boys standing in the fourteens from bursting out laughing. Her accent and a serious tone do not mesh well together.

Once she's done though, my heart automatically skips a beat. Because, after four years of standing in this square, I know exactly what's coming. "Ladies first!" Effie announces and I feel a bead of sweat glide down my forehead, both from anxiety and from the overload of heat. Reapings always take place in the start of the hottest month of the year.

Standing in my mother's well-crafted dress, one of the most luxurious pieces of clothing we own, only makes my perspiration worsen, as the dress was clearly made to keep the wearer as warm as possible.

Our district escort makes her way over the bowl containing the names of every girl eligible to be picked in the entire district and I feel myself take in a breath involuntarily.

There's twenty chances she's going to call out my name. Twenty chances I'll be sent to an almost imminent death. Twenty chances Prim will grow into her teen years, and later adulthood, without a sister.

The gut-churning fear I'd repressed all morning, in that moment, overtakes my entire being, curling up like a ball in the pit of my stomach, as I do my best to listen on baited breath, somehow expecting to hear my own name spoken through the raucous microphone for all to hear.

Don't be me, I whisper inside my head, more fearful than I'd ever admit out loud. Don't be me. Please, don't be me.

And, as it turns out, it's not me.

Instead it's the name I never in a million years thought I'd hear. The name I believed to be so safe I didn't even allow myself to worry about her.

"Primrose Everdeen!"

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The first year of real activity around here

A special dedication to the FC5 fandom, you are amazing guys, thank you so much for being so inspiring ♥ It's such a pleasure to create around here an humble library of such amazing fics, art and such (truly a comfort collection to me)

I hope I'll be able to deliver more personal content this year! A big thanks too for your amazing support, especially for my first giveaway. You are gems, I hope you had a wonderful year and that 2022 will be even better ♥

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I’ve been tagged by  @that-1-3mo to show my lockscreen, last song I listened to, and last image downloaded. Thank you for the tag! ♥ (I had to find how to take a screenshot of my screen, had no clue of how to do that... I feel so old 🤦‍♀️)

My last image dowloaded is the amazing WIP posted by @lulu2992​ here (can’t wait to see it finished 🤩 )

Tagging @malfoy678​  @hestiaschild​  @maybeitslizzy​ (as always, if you feel so ; please join if you’re interested!)

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-12 11:07:13 GMT

#4

❈ FC5 Cult Zine 2021 contribution ❈

I had the pleasure to take part in the 2021 edition of the Far Cry Cult Zine: it’s been a wonderful opportunity to write articles about the Collapse, the Angels and the Bliss and to share  some love for Eden’s Gate  with the community while having a lot of fun joining a unique project. A big warm thank you again to @juniors0possum​ for all the hard work and your patience with me, you’re amazing ♥ And a big thank you too to you all of you for the likes and the reblogs!

My three articles are available below the cut, in their “director’s cut” version: for the purpose of the page layout, some parts had to be canceled ‘cause yours truly is unable to be brief enough :’)

You can find the whole zine here, enjoy!

❈ The Collapse ❈

 Finally, it’s coming.

An insatiable fire is consuming the world, as the mountains are shaking and the forests are bent under the merciless breath of the Lord. The sky is now an ocean of stormy clouds, and soon there will be nothing left of the old world, this decadent and rotten living hell that none of us will regret.

The Father was right. His Holy Word was nothing but the purest truth and we, the lucky ones who have welcomed his love into our hearts, are the privileged witnesses of this beautiful chaos, this apocalyptic salvation. The damned and the weak, the politicians and the corporations, the big cities and our modern society built on sin, the skeptics who chose to remain blind to the sufferings around them, the ungrateful who demeaned us for all these years, all of them know their last moments, devoured by fear and agony. In a single scream, they celebrate a truth we knew for so long thanks to the Family and oh, God, I must confess, it is so good, I can almost hear them over the sound of the bombs. It is the sweetest music we could have wished for to say farewell to our previous lives, definitively. Our houses are destroyed, the fields are burning just as the lakes are boiling, and soon the ground on which we were born, have lived, loved, laughed but also suffered, cried and lost so much before joining Eden’s Gate and working so hard for our survival will be reduced to a desert of irradiated ashes ; it is what we have been prepared for, what our hearts prayed for during countless days. Sorrow and fear have no place in our souls, not at all: nothing but joy overwhelms us as we are eventually freed from all that kept us far from the happiness we deserve, we the angels, we the chosen. Humanity has been lost for so long, our acclamations salute with relief the righteous wrath of the Divine cleaning the Earth from its corruption. The reckoning is here.

Gathered in a small makeshift bunker, we join our hands and pray together: we thank the Heavens for delivering us, we thank Joseph for having shared his visions with us. Sadly, we don’t know where our Father is, nor if he is even alive. Some say he has faced this evil Deputy one last time, this bloodthirsty demon who destroyed our Gates and nearly condemned us to the same death as the unbelievers, but no means of communication can allow us to contact the others who, with the help of God, have hurriedly found a shelter too when the bombings started. We are on our own, without our dear Heralds by our side and to be honest, I am not even sure if we have enough food and water down here to survive till the world is reborn. We had all the supplies we needed in the Gates, the wait could have been so safe and comfortable, all reunited in the bunkers the Seeds built for us. John, Jacob and Faith should have been with us. Joseph should be acclaimed as the Prophet he is. But hope remains, just as we do, and our faith will not waver. It will be difficult but we will make it: their sacrifice will not be in vain. We will survive, like we always had, even without our Shepherd, even if the Heralds were more than worthy to watch the Prophecy be fulfilled and are deeply missed.

We have been trained for this. We have been cleansed from our sins to be able to build a future for our children. We have walked the Path and been rewarded for this.

In seven years, we will step into the light and get reunited to build a new world. I don’t know if I will make it myself, but at least some of us will and it’s all that matters. My soul will be with them whatever happens ; this thought warms my heart, as a new tremor makes the walls of our small haven quake.

 Together we will march to Eden’s Gate. The Garden will welcome us with open arms. We just have to wait a bit more.

  ❈ The Angels ❈

 Tirelessly, they walk upon this land, ghosts of flesh, white carcasses mumbling snippets of our holy songs.

 They are the pawns of the Henbane River but you can also meet them in the Valley, working at the Green-Busch fertilizer factory or following our patrols along the trails. From the most secluded places where our Project blooms to the compound of our beloved Father, we have learned to live with them by our side, like second shadows hanging around, waiting for a new task to achieve. To be fully honest, even if all God’s creations are beautiful and all the accomplishments of the Project deserve the greatest admiration, I must say that they scare me a bit. Even with their head shaved and their mouth forever hidden by a muzzle, some of them remind me of my former neighbors, eyes turned white by the Bliss and faces tarnished with bruises. And I may be wrong, but… Some of them sound like some of my brothers who went missing after aggravating a Chosen, don’t they? A chill makes me shiver nearly every time I hear their slow footsteps behind me, as they drag themselves barefoot, head haloed of a light green mist.

Make no mistake about them: they are fierce protectors of Eden’s Gate, not the grotesque zombies from the Hollywood horror movies. They work hard in the flower fields in the East, like no other member of the Family for sure. Day and night, never tired, never thirsty, never hungry, never weary, they are eager to help and would do anything they are asked for without any hesitation or discontent. And you should see them fight like madmen against the unbelievers who threaten us, or the wild beasts haunting the woods! Their rage equals the one with which the Lord will clean this world when the Collapse comes. As you watch them screaming with full lungs, running to their target only armed with a knife or a hoe, your heart can only be filled with a powerful awe mixed with a vague and deep terror, believe me. Nothing could stop them, fear itself seems to have abandoned them to their unending slavery. If the Judges created by Jacob are undoubtedly the strongest of the pack and the best version of themselves, revealed by the serum, the Angels are… Different. Their name may let you think they are peaceful and soft creatures, and they do belong to the Garden, equals of the Children of the Father; nevertheless a part of their humanity has been sacrificed so they can be free from sin, and that makes them unpredictable, turning from stillness to savageness in a heartbeat. Thank God they are on our side… Even if at the slightest sign of rebellion, I won’t hesitate to shoot them right in the head, those damn scary bogeymen.

If I had to put it in a nutshell, I’d say they are as eerie as Faith is divine. We are blessed to have our Siren guiding our Angels on the Path, preventing them from turning into monsters, just as the Father protects us from the sinners and from vice. Like a puppeteer, our sister cherishes and leads them onto the righteous path, living reminders that too much Bliss can quickly get to one’s head… All of a sudden, serving the Project as the most humble recruit seems way more enticing, after all. There are worse ways to enter Eden.

  ❈ The Bliss ❈

 There is a place here, in Hope County, that doesn’t appear on any map.

 It is said to be in the Henbane River and if you ask several of the followers of the Project here, each of them will give you a different description of it, but with the same delight on their faces, the same wonder in their voices.

You don’t need any compass or any trail to find it, a simple sip of the glowing water from the river or a puff of the green vapors pouring from the barrels all around the three regions will do. You just have to have faith, in a word.

Once you’ve abandoned yourself wholeheartedly to the gleams dancing before your eyes, you’ll enter a world of wonders like no other. The grass is softer than the softest meadow, the mist all around you is a comfortable blanket embracing the world. Mythical animals thrive here in peace, wandering among the flowers and between the twisted trunks that chart the way to a peaceful tree. Oh, to sit under its leaves and to listen to the soft breeze…

Believe it or not, but a Siren lives here. Her laugh is as sweet as her grace is flawless, as she dances and sings along, a queen gently guiding her guests into her realm. If you’re lucky enough you could even witness a group of worshipers gathered around a Prophet, drinking every word dripping from his lips like honey.

 It can be yours, you know. All of this. Just take her hand; a leap of faith is all that it costs, a one-way ticket to the Garden on earth. The Path is clear at the very moment when you believe.

10 notes • Posted 2021-10-23 15:08:22 GMT

#3

What do you think happened to the Seed family after the secret ending where deputy refused to arrest Joseph? I'm thinking they either all got the mental help they needed, or they continued the cult in prison and gained an even bigger following.

Hey luna-breaker! Thank you for your very interesting question 🙏

I'd say that there are two answers: if you consider the canon ending (to choose the secret ending, you have to meet Joseph at his church, and to trigger this event, the regions have to be liberated... and the Heralds to be dead, sadly), or if you think about a fanon ending, in which the whole family survives even if the County is in the hands of the Resistance.

If Joseph is the only Seed remaining, I think he'll gather what remains of the Project with the help of the Deputy's friends, keeping them under the effects of the Bliss. The Collapse is still impending, even if the bombs don't fall at the same moment as in the Resist ending (I'm still convinced that it will happen even if the Deputy abandons their allies): they'll find the biggest bunker possible (or several ones and split the group + leave as many notes as possible to ask the Project survivors they would have not found in time to look for a shelter and to wait for their reunion 7 years later) and hide down there, following Joseph's Prophecy. The Resistants are first held captive, as there is no more Bliss to keep them compliant, and the members of the Project make sure they don't try to kill Joseph or to get out ; the bombings are quite a shock for them, and I think it'd be super interesting to see who, among them, will follow the same path as the Dep/Judge and who will stay in denial, refusing to believe the Collapse happened or that it's due to God's will/that Joseph was right.

If the whole family is alive when the Dep gives up on their mission, I picture the Heralds spying on them from afar while they talk in front on the church, as Joseph's island has become their last remaining territory and where they run away when they lost their regions (Joseph wants to have a final one-to-one encounter with them ; not the safest idea but Jacob is ready to use his rifle the second he thinks Dep is going too far). When Dep leaves, it's quite the same scenario, except that it's easier for them to gather members of the Project as the Heralds has brought some with them when they fled from their lost regions. They do all they can to get ready for the Collapse, and wait all together for the Garden.

I hope it answers your question, feel free to reply if you feel so ♥

15 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 17:26:05 GMT

#2

A big big thank you to @cloudsbreatheforyou for tagging me for this picrew ! ♥ That’s so nice of you all to keep tagging me for such funny things to create, even if my OCs are inexistent apart from this 😳 You are sweethearts.

Here are my Cult OC (flower crown courtesy of Faith), and my Dep!

Tagging @kittycatlukey @butchdeloria  @colorfulcreatorskeletondeputy​  @mbp-50 @that-1-3mo​​

If you have not already been tagged and if you feel like it ; feel also free to join if you’re reading this!

16 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 20:06:53 GMT

#1

❈ 100 followers giveaway ❈

rGreetings everyone! I hope you’re doing fine 🙏

A few days ago, this blog has hit the 100 follower milestone, and I wanted to share this moment with you: thank you, thank you so SO much. Thank you for every reblog, every comment, every like, thank you for hanging around. This blog has no other purpose than saving FC5 stuff I like, I still can’t believe you are so many here (another proof that FC5 is a wonderful thing in so many ways ♥) . I’m so happy to share with you the art, theories, ramblings and other amazing things that makes me fall in love with this game a little bit more everyday.

And thanks to you and this amazing community, my motivation for writting has striken back! Unfortunately, I think it will be a long time before I can get to seriously work on my personal OCs, but I really wanted to celebrate this humble step, so after a verrry long time, I’m back at it for a small giveaway! (a BIG thank you to @butchdeloria​ for her incentives, you’re a gem ♥)

Few details about the prize:

I feel more comfortable with writting for the Seed family, but we can absolutely discuss in pm your request to determine how I can write something you’ll enjoy reading. I haven’t played FC New Dawn so FC5 requests are preferred (but thanks to a certain amount of spoilers, I can for instance write something for ND Joseph ; again, we can discuss that at the end of the giveaway),

As a request, you can send me a quote, a prompt, a sentence, a song, even a gif or a screenshot, anything that you could enjoy seeing turned into a small fic!

Can be a NSFW request, or a request implying gore/violence. I’ve not written a lot of smut, and it was an eternity ago, but I’m fine with this. Obsviously, no problematic subjects such as rape, incest, etc.

Please note that English is not my mother language, and that I’ve never written anything in English before except in class: I’ll do my absolute best to deliver you something as good as possible (and probably spend 1000x more time proofreading my wip than actually writting it), but please be comprehensive if my grammar is not perfect (especially if you want to read something about characters using slang).

Other details:

To enter the giveaway, you only have to reblog this post once (I’ll randomly pick the name of the winner, no need to reblog multiple times ; a follow is not mandatory but will of course be deeply appreciated :) )

The winner will be picked at the very beginning of July (3th or 4th)

I’ll work on the commission during my summer holidays. Still not sure when I am on a break, one week in July for sure and certainly also in August: the winner will receive his/her/their fanfic at the end of August at the lastest,

I used to write about 1k words things by the time, but it can be way more depending on how much I’m inspired. Of course, a long post takes time, but I’ll keep you updated!

Thank you for reading this, and again, thank you to all my followers; I wish you a pleasant stay around here folks ♥

16 notes • Posted 2021-06-18 21:00:31 GMT

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Sangyeon - Hidden job - M

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

Author’s note: Merry Christmassy to all The Bs! I hope you will like my scenario for my ultimate bias, Sangyeon! :)

Note: L/N/Y/N - it means insert your “ your last name/your name”

Y/N, together with her friend named Minje are both erotic novel writers. but even though Y/N is an erotic novel writer she still a virgin and didn't have any relationship before because she was just fond of reading those kinds of novels that made her think to try to be a writer. Then Y/N has a guy roommate and his name is Lee Sangyeon and both of them are close to each other and there was one time, Sangyeon came home early and Y/N was shocked because he has so many foods that he ordered for just the two of them.

“Have dinner with me, Y/N!” Sangyeon said as he smiled at her and Y/N smiled brightly at him and nodded and while Sangyeon is preparing the food for them.

“It seems your job really pays you a lot of money, huh?” Y/N said and Sangyeon just chuckled.

"I think so! Also, I just saved some money and that made me think that I should buy food for us since sometimes, we don't have time for us to hang-out and this is the only way I can do for you as my roommate," Sangyeon said and Y/N blushed.

“But, I am curious what is your job because you never told me about it since we became roommates,” Y/N said as she looked at him with curiosity and Sangyeon tried to smile at her.

“Ummm… I am a full-time model of a men’s magazine,” Sangyeon said and Y/N was surprised at his revelation.

“Oh! No wonder you have a perfect body build and your job really suits you,” Y/N said as she smiled at him and Sangyeon just chuckled at her words.

"So, you are checking me out? Is that what you are saying?" Sangyeon asked as he looked and smirked at her.

"Me? No! You know sometimes, I just saw your upper body and you have a good body built. But I don't stare or drool over your body, okay?" Y/N said and Sangyeon just laughed.

"Okay! Okay! By the way, you also didn't tell me your job and I am curious," Sangyeon said and it was Y/N's turn to try to smile at him.

“Gosh! I think I shouldn’t tell him my real job and he might get the wrong idea even though I am an erotic novel writer,” Y/N thought.

"I am a novel writer. That's why I am very focused on my laptop almost every day to think what story I should write," Y/N said.

“Oh! Now I understand why sometimes you are still up until dawn. But what genre are you writing?” Sangyeon asked as he looked at her and Y/N gulped.

“Ummm… A romantic novel,” Y/N said as she smiled at him.

“Oh! Just romance? That’s all?” Sangyeon asked.

“Yup! Why? Do you have any other genres in mind?” Y/N asked.

“Ummm… You are not also writing an erotic novel, right?” Sangyeon asked as he smiled at her.

“Gosh! Sangyeon is really something! He even thought of that genre,” Y/N thought.

"No! I never wrote those kinds of novels because I don't have any experience when it comes to that thing and I don't have any idea to write those kinds of scenes too," Y/N said as she tried to calm down and Sangyeon smirked at her.

“Oh! It means you are a virgin?” Sangyeon said and Y/N blushed at his question.

“Oh well, It seems I don’t have anything to hide from you from now on,” Y/N said as she blushed.

“But you didn’t have any relationship before too?” Sangyeon asked.

"Yup! Before I just focused on my studies and now, I am focused on my job. That's why I didn't have time for dating someone," Y/N said.

"Oh! Now I understand. But did you know that I heard some writers in an erotic novel genre don't have any experience at all because some of them just read it in a book and suddenly made their book?" Sangyeon asked.

“Gosh! That’s exactly me!” Y/N thought.

“I didn’t know that Sangyeon. I am kinda surprised,” Y/N said and Sangyeon laughed.

"But you are not fond of reading those kinds of books, right?" Sangyeon asked.

"Nope! I don't have an interest in those kinds of novels and why should I read those kind of novels if I don't have a boyfriend?" Y/N said.

"Wait. It means if you will read those kinds of novels, you will probably do the sex scenes with your boyfriend?" Sangyeon asked bluntly and Y/N almost choked at his question and Sangyeon just laughed at her again.

“Well, what should I say? It seems you’re right,” Y/N said as she blushed.

“Oh! Okay! Don’t worry I will not judge you by that, Y/N,” Sangyeon said as he smiled at her.

“Thanks for treating me for dinner tonight, Sangyeon! I have to continue writing my novel,” Y/N said.

“No problem, Y/N! I am glad we finally had time for us to talk and hang-out here in our place,” Sangyeon said and both of them smiled at each other and Y/N just went inside her room and continued writing her erotic novel.

"What if Y/N will know my real job? What will be her reaction? I hope she will not ignore me," Sangyeon thought and sighed and he just went to sleep. Then the next day, Y/N is in the publishing company office with Minje and she is working on her novel. As for Minje who is searching for some other references to make a sex scene in her novel, she suddenly saw an advertisement that is showing on a website and she was shocked at what she saw.

“Is this really Y/N’s roommate?” Minje thought and gulped. Then while Y/N is still working on her novel…

“Y/N, you are roommates with Lee Sangyeon, right?” Minje asked.

“Yup! Why? Are you interested to date him?” Y/N said while she was still focused on her laptop and Minje slightly laughed at her statement.

“If I could only be his roommate and I will date him but you are lucky enough to be with him, Y/N,” Minje said.

“So, why are you asking me about Sangyeon?” Y/N said as she looked at her.

“Ummm… how’s Sangyeon as a roommate?” Minje asked.

“He’s a great roommate and he even treated me a food for dinner last night in our place,” Y/N said.

“Oh! Why did he treat you for dinner, yesterday?’Minje asked.

“Well, he just told me that he already saved money from his job and it seems his job really pays him a lot,” Y/N said.

“By any chance, did he tell you his job?” Minje asked.

"Yup! He told me that he is a full-time model in a men's magazine," Y/N said and Minje was kinda surprised.

"Why did Sangyeon didn't tell her his real job? Or I think he is just scared to tell Y/N?" Minje thought and looked at her.

"Oh! Is that so? That's somehow a high-paying job though," Minje said.

"Yup! You're right!" Y/N said as she smiled at her and Minje smiled back at her and went back to work. As for Sangyeon who is on a day off from his job, he went to a bookstore and went to an adult section of books and as he read some books, he noticed a book on the shelf because he suddenly saw the title and author's name and he was surprised and it was…

“Loving you harder by L/N/Y/N”

"What? Am I seeing this, right now? She is the author of an erotic novel? Did she just lie to me? I should tell her about this and I will definitely read this too," Sangyeon said to himself and he just bought the book that was written by Y/N and went back home to read the novel. As he continued to read the erotic novel in their place, he smirked.

"Wow! It seems Y/N read great erotic novels before and she did great at those kinds of scenes in making her novel. Should I do it also to her?" Sangyeon thought and just smirked at his idea and just continued to read the novel. As for Y/N who is now on a break but still searching for some other references to make great sex scenes for her novel…

"Gosh! These advertisements are really disturbing!" Y/N said and then when she saw one of the advertisements, she was shocked at what she saw.

"Oh shit! Are you kidding me? Is this really Sangyeon? I should talk to him later," Y/N thought as she still staring at the ad that is showing on the website and Minje saw her reaction.

“OMG! She already saw it!” Minje thought.

“Y/N, is there something wrong? Let’s go and let’s have lunch now. I am hungry!” Minje said and then Y/N suddenly closed the browser.

“No! Nothing's wrong Minje. Let's go I am also hungry," Y/N said and both of them went to have a lunch break.

FAST FORWARD…

After a few hours of working in a publishing company, Y/N went home and as soon as she went inside, Sangyeon's eyes darted at her, and Y/N was surprised at his sudden gaze.

“Why is he looking at me like that?” Y/N thought.

“Sangyeon, we should talk,” Y/N said.

“Me too! I really want to talk to you. But ladies should go first,” Sangyeon said

“Okay! Are you really sure that you are only a model of a men’s magazine?” Y/N asked in a serious tone and looked at him.

“Yes! I am telling the truth,” Sangyeon said and Y/N just chuckled.

“But what is this? Explain it to me,” Y/N said as she showed a screenshot of the advertisement and Sangyeon was surprised.

“Oh shit! She knew it!” Sangyeon thought.

“Tell me now, Sangyeon. You are just telling a lie, right? To be honest, that was not just an advertisement, it was a video clip of your porn video!” Y/N said in an angry tone and she glared at him and Sangyeon just stared back at her.

“So, what if I am a porn star? Also, if you were in my shoes, are you going to tell other people that easily? Huh?” Sangyeon said in an angry tone and glared back at her and Y/N suddenly can’t look at him.

"Well, Sangyeon is right. If I were in his shoes, I will probably not tell my job to others too," Y/N thought and she looked at him with apologetic eyes.

“I am sorry, Sangyeon. Now I understood where are you coming from. Don’t get mad at me,” Y/N said.

"Fine! To be honest, I discovered something about you too. I will forgive you. If you will explain to me about this," Sangyeon said as he put the book on the table and Y/N was shocked at what he was talking about.

“Shit! How did he know about the erotic novel that I wrote!” Y/N thought as she blushed and he smirked at her.

"Ummm… I am sorry Sangyeon that I also lied to you. But I am telling you that I really don't have experience at all and before I really read an erotic novel and just decided to try to write my own novel. That's all," Y/N said.

“Okay! Okay! I will not judge you being an erotic novel writer since that’s your job,” Sangyeon said.

“But to be honest, I am really shocked when I knew that you are a porn star,” Y/N said and Sangyeon slightly laughed at her.

“Don’t tell me, that it was also your first time to see a video clip of a porn video,” Sangyeon said.

“Nope! I always see those kinds of advertisements while I am still searching for references to make a great sex scene in my novel,” Y/N said and Sangyeon smirked at her and he went closer to her and Y/N’s body is suddenly tensed because of his sudden action.

"You know, I read a few chapters of it and I liked the way you wrote the novel and it was a steamy one. By the way, my favorite line in your novel is "I want you so bad!” and to be honest, that line suits my mood tonight. Why don’t I make you experience those sex scenes in your novel? Sounds hot, right? ” Sangyeon whispered to her and he slightly grazed his teeth and licked her earlobe that made her moan and she suddenly realized what she did and she slightly push him but not too hard as Sangyeon’s face is still close to her and Y/N blushed and gulped.

“Oh shit! It seems his wild and beast side will come out tonight!” Y/N thought.

"That's not a good ----" Y/N was cut-off because Sangyeon kissed her hungrily and he suddenly bit her upper lip and Y/N moaned into the kiss. Then one of Sangyeon's hands went to her back and put his hand underneath her shirt and suddenly unclasped her bra.

“Shit! He's really fast and he just undoes my bra, just now!" Y/N thought. Then one of Sangyeon's hands went to her breast and squeezed it roughly that made their kisses deeper. Then his lips, went to her neck as he licked and bit it that made Y/N moan his name softly. Then he suddenly licked her earlobe again and…

"You're mine, Y/N! I will never share you with anyone. Are we clear about that?" Sangyeon whispered at her and Y/N nodded and he smirked then he traced some kisses in her jaw and sucked her exposed collarbone and Y/N just continued to moan his name and suddenly he stopped and he stared at her with lust and Y/N just gulped.

“Clothes off, right now Y/N!” Sangyeon said as he still stared at her like Y/N is the prey. Then she obeyed Sangyeon’s command and his eyes were watching while Y/N is removing all her clothes and he just licked his lips at the sight of her being naked.

“Fuck! You are sexy and hot as hell, Y/N!” Sangyeon said as he smirked at her and Y/N blushed at his comment.

“That’s unfair, you don’t even remove your clothes too,” Y/N said.

"Oh! Someone's eager to see me naked, huh?" Sangyeon said as he smirked at her and he pulled his shirt up and throws it on the floor…

"His upper body is really a masterpiece!" Y/N thought as she continued to drool over his upper body and Sangyeon saw it.

“Staring too much, baby girl? You know, I am not done yet, right?” Sangyeon said seductively.

“Damn! I should prepare myself!” Y/N thought and her thoughts were cut-off when Sangyeon is now removing his pants together with boxer shorts and when he was completely naked in front of her, Y/N’s jaw dropped as she saw Sangyeon’s cock.

“Oh fuck! How will it fit that to me!” Y/N thought and Sangyeon walked closer to her and pushed her in the bed and hovered above her.

"I am sure after this, you will be able to write another erotic novel and of course, I will read that novel too," Sangyeon said as he smirked at her and Y/N gulped. Suddenly he held her hand and make her touch his chest, abs, and finally into his cock that made Y/N blushed because it was her first time to touch a man's cock, but she suddenly did a stroke into his cock and Sangyeon moaned her name but he stopped her and looked at her.

“You can do that next time, baby girl. For now, I will be the one who will pleasure you tonight,” Sangyeon said.

“Oh fuck! He's making me wet just with his words! Damn!" Y/N thought. Then Sangyeon dived into her breast as he sucked and licked her nipple delicately that made her close her eyes and moan his name softly and she pushed his head more and Sangyeon smirked at her.

"So, sensitive! I love that!" Sangyeon said and then he suddenly bit her nipple and slightly pulled up that made Y/N moaned loudly his name. Then after Sangyeon gave attention to her breast, he kissed her stomach and kissed and licked her navel and when his lips reached her thighs, he spread it widely to see her dripping core and Y/N saw him between her legs and it was a hot sight for her and he suddenly looked at her.

"You're so wet for me baby! I like that!" Sangyeon said and slightly pulled upwards her thighs closely to his mouth and he suddenly plunged his tongue to her core as licked it at a fast pace and Y/N throws her bed back in the pillow because of the new sensation she felt and when Sangyeon sucked her core roughly, one of Y/N's hands went to his hair and slightly pulling him more into her core and arched her back.

“Shit! M-more Sangyeon!” Y/N said.

"Needy, are we?" Sangyeon said as he smirked at her and he decided to put his tongue more into her core and Y/N moaned loudly and her thighs are going weak while Sangyeon is still holding tightly her thighs.

"So, hot when you are like that, Y/N!" Sangyeon said and as he continued to eat her out wildly, Y/N cum in his mouth and he sucked all of her juices in her core that made a slurping sound in his room and he stopped and looked at Y/N who is now catching her breath.

“You’re so tasty, Y/N!” Sangyeon said as he smirked at her and he put her thighs down on the bed and put a condom in his cock and hovered above her again and both of them made eye contact.

“Are you ready for a one of a kind experience with me, Y/N?” Sangyeon asked.

“Yes, Sangyeon! I want you to wreck me this night!” Y/N said and he smirked at her words.

"As you wish Y/N! I will have no mercy to you this night!" Sangyeon said and he inserted his full cock into her and Y/N yelped in pain.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I will make you feel so good as ever. I know you can bear the pain,” Sangyeon said as he suddenly thrust his cock to her at a fast pace and Y/N screamed his name and held tightly his biceps.

“Shit! You’re so tight!” Sangyeon said as he continued to pound at her at a fast pace and that time, Y/N already adjusted to him as she moaned his name non-stop.

“Sangyeon! H-harder please! ” Y/N said.

“I will give you more than that Y/N! Prepare for yourself for me!” Sangyeon said as he thrust his cock to her with a mixture of hard and rough pace that made Y/N screamed his name and Sangyeon lifted her two thighs and put in his shoulders and he continued at a hard pace to her that made his cock thrust to a different angle and hit her g-spot.

"Fuck! You feel so good deep inside of you!" Sangyeon said as he gripped her thighs that are still on his shoulders and he also saw that Y/N was in pure bliss as her eyes closed, she arched her back violently and gripped tightly the bed sheets because of his cock that continued to wreck her walls. But as time goes by, Y/N felt that she is close to orgasm same with Sangyeon where his thrusts are becoming unstable and…

"Cum with me, Y/N!" Sangyeon said as he continued to pound at her and Y/N nodded and in a few thrusts of his cock to her, they moaned each other's names as they cum. Then Sangyeon put down her thighs in the bed and pulled out his cock to her that made Y/N slightly moan and he removed the condom to his cock and threw it in the trash bin and went back to lay beside her.

“So, how’s the experience with me?” Sangyeon said as he winked at her and Y/N blushed.

"I don't know what to say, Sangyeon! But it was a mind-blowing one and I can really say that you are a sex god and no wonder why your job really fits you!" Y/N said and Sangyeon laughed at her.

“I can do other things to you next time because you know, this is only the basics,” Sangyeon said as he winked at her and Y/N was surprised at his statement.

“Oh shit! Are you kidding me?” Y/N said and Sangyeon looked at her.

"Nope, I am not! But of course, I will not do it for you now since it was just your first time tonight. So, are you still going to research other references making your sex scenes great in your novel?” Sangyeon said and Y/N blushed.

“I think I don’t need it anymore since I already have you. It’s just that I have to write the right words for the scenes,” Y/N said and Sangyeon smiled at him.

“That’s great! But I want to tell you that, for me, this is not only just for fun or you might think that we will be just going to be fuck buddies or in a no strings attached arrangement,” Sangyeon said.

“What do you mean?” Y/N said.

“Don’t you really understand? Or are you just pretending not to know what am I talking about?” Sangyeon said and raised one of his eyebrows.

“I am sorry sometimes I am not quick-witted,” Y/N said and Sangyeon slightly laughed at her.

“Okay! For the past 3 years of being your roommate, I have fallen in love with you,” Sangyeon said as he looked at her lovingly in her eyes and Y/N was surprised at his confession.

”Really?” Y/N asked shockingly.

"Yup! I am dead serious, Y/N! But because of my job I know you are thinking that I have probably fallen in love with those girls who I worked with. Also, if you want, I can quit my job so that, it will not bother you and I think it will be good for me to have another job too or I can help you write your novel. Sounds good, right?" Sangyeon said as he smiled at her and Y/N smiled back at him.

"But are you willing to quit your job?" Y/N asked.

“Yes, I am! I already thought about it so, that it will not be hard for me to tell other people my job. But Y/N, do you also love me?” Sangyeon asked.

“Yup! I love you too Sangyeon!” Y/N said as she smiled at him and Sangyeon hugged her and Y/N hugged back.

"I am glad that both of us are on the same page and I love you so much Y/N!" Sangyeon said as he cupped Y/N's face and kissed her lips passionately but both of them pulled away immediately and Y/N blushed.

"I am sorry I have to stop because I might not control myself again to you," Sangyeon said as slightly laughed and Y/N looked at him.

“Then don’t!” Y/N said and Sangyeon was surprised at her words.

“Wow! Are you serious? But it was just your first time tonight,” Sangyeon said.

“I don’t care! I still want you so bad!” Y/N said.

“Oh! No! You will be in big trouble this night with me, Y/N!” Sangyeon said as he smirked at her. Then he suddenly kissed her lips passionately again and they went for a few rounds until Y/N was completely exhausted.

“I don’t regret to love him so much and he is just too good for this! Damn!” Y/N thought.

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut fan fiction of  The Boyz’s Lee Sangyeon!

 끝 THE END

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