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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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idk what all you write about kink wise, but could you do sub!jake with pegging? where he’s really subby and cute and the reader (female) takes care of him

A/N: I don't write pegging lol but I hope u enjoy <3 (forgive me if there r any spelling mistakes)

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6 k

Jake falls on top of you while you lay in bed. You let out an 'oof' from the sudden weight. His hair is a little damp from his shower and it's poking into your eyes.

"Please give me a warning if you're gonna do that." you wince.

"I'm sorry," he groans and rolls off of you. "I'm not having a good day."

Your brows furrow. "Why? Did something happen?"

He runs a hand through hair and sighs. "The choreo for drunk dazed is just really hard and we're all struggling to be synchronized. It just feels like everyone is blaming each other for it."

You frown and pull him against you so that his head is resting on your chest. "I'm sorry baby. But I'm sure you guys will figure it out, you always do. Maybe everyone was feeling extra crummy today."

"Maybe," he says while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming to see you all day. I think I'm addicted to you."

You giggle.

"Seriously though, what are you laced with? Meth? Crack?" he jokes and you ruffle his hair.

"I think about you all day too sweetheart." you kiss the top of his head.

He smiles and throws his leg on top of yours. "What'd you do today?"

"The usual. School. Work. And dealing with that one bitch who always has the most complicated drink order." you roll your eyes.

"Is that the lady who asks for like twelve different syrups?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I think it's for her kid too, I should call CPS." you joke and he laughs.

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about what happened today." he groans. "I hate being angry, I wish we could all get over this already."

"Sometimes it's worse to just move on, you should clear the air first." you suggest.

"But apologizing sucks." he complains.

"I know but it'll be worth it." you rub his back.

"I need something that will get my mind off of it." he says.

"You got any ideas?"

"Mhm," he says while pushing his hand up your shirt.

You chuckle. "Of course that's what it is."

"What," he says sheepishly. "It's your fault for being so tempting."

You push him onto his back and climb into his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

You kiss him softly, your thumb gently swiping back and forth on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. He's already grinding up into you and this point.

You hold his hips down. "Patience."

He just whines and gives you puppy eyes, but you don't cave.

You slide your hand up his hoodie and glide your fingers along his warm skin. He feels so good under you, you’ll never be able to get enough of him.

You push his hoodie up and stick your head under, pecking all of the skin you can reach.

He laughs and pets your hair. “I thought you said to be patient.”

“You’re too good to resist.” you say while palming him through his sweats.

He whimpers as he starts to struggle under your touch.

You pull down the band of his sweats just the slightest bit to kiss his hip bone.

He watches you with wide eyes, anticipating your every move.

“If you want me to do something you’re gonna have to ask.” you tease.

“Touch me please,” he says without hesitation.

You smirk before coming up to kiss him while sliding your hand into his Calvins.

He whines into your mouth and you smile, loving how quickly he submits to you.

“I’m sorry my angel had a bad day,” you kiss his jaw. “I’ll make you feel better okay?”

He nods eagerly as you tug his pants down. You waste no time getting your mouth on his cock.

He hisses and grips at the duvet. “Fuck,” he exhales.

You pull away and let spit drip from your tongue down to his tip and it’s so hot that Jake’s tempted to take a picture.

You take him into the back of your throat and his head falls back with a moan. You can see his Adam’s apple dip every time he swallows.

You continue to bob your head up and down and he moves to pet your hair.

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, his desperation sending heat straight between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so good.” his hips buck up and you hold him down. You brace yourself and deepthroat him, you can feel your eyes watering.

He moans and grabs at the headboard behind him. “Can I cum please? Please I need it.” he says hopelessly.

You nod and it only takes one swallow around his tip to get him whimpering and trembling under you.

You swallow his seed while he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he exhales before pulling you up for a kiss. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too baby.”

“Can you fuck me please?” he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and underwear.

You smirk and help him out, throwing your garments onto the floor. He pulls you into his lap and tugs your hoodie over your head.

“So pretty,” he says before kissing your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples. You moan and comb your hands through his hair.

His fingers travel down to your desperate cunt to draw circles on your clit.

You grab his cock, not being able to hold out anymore. You line yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

He buries his head into your neck. “Fucking god,” he groans. “So wet.”

Your head falls back as he hits your sweet spot.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers.

“Yeah?” you ask cockily.

He looks up at you with sparkling eyes and nods.

“My pretty puppy,” you coo while bouncing up and down on him. “Taking this pussy like a good boy.”

His head falls back down onto your shoulder but you tug his hair, getting his eyes on you.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” you say and he whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly and you kiss him.

He reaches down to play with your clit while you rock your hips against his.

You run your hands softly over his shoulders then down his lean torso. You watch his face and the way the corners of his lips perk up every now and then. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were clouded and completely taken over by your presence and he looks so pretty you could die.

He holds your waist tight while moaning and whimpering mindlessly, not caring if your neighbors can hear.

His whines begin to get more frantic and you kiss his forehead. “You close?”

“Mhm,” he says. You can tell that he’s trying not to finish. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

"You can go a little longer." you tease.

He shakes his head. "I can't I can't. You feel too good."

You squeeze around him just to have fun and he whimpers, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Please y/n." you can see that he's starting to tear up.

Your hand comes up to tug on his hair. “Cum for me then, be good, puppy.”

“Harder.” he begs and you obey.

His head snaps back and his lips part, letting out the most alluring sounds you could ever hear.

Your bouncing turns into grinding as he releases into you.

“Good boy,” you whisper to him as he relaxes.

He kisses your neck while slumping into you.

You smile. “You did so good baby.”

“Thank you,” he says.

You’re about to get up when he grabs you and pulls you so that your back is against his chest.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“You didn’t cum,” he says before pushing one finger into you. You moan, still sensitive from the stimulation you had a moment ago.

He drapes your legs over his, spreading you wide.

“All I wanna do is make you feel good.” he says while pushing a second finger in.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck. He curls his fingers just the slightest bit and your hips buck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You look down to watch his dripping fingers disappear in and out of your cunt.

It’s not long before your thighs begin to tremble. You guys have been together to the point where he knows every trick that makes your eyes roll back and your back arch, but every time he uses them, it just gets better and better.

“Please cum for me,” Jake uses his free hand to massage your chest. “I wanna be good for you.”

Your hips begin to pull away but he’s quick to pull you against him.

Your moans get more and more desperate as you reach your high. Then finally, you’re falling into an abyss of euphoria.

He peppers kisses all over you as you calm down, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.

You turn around to straddle him and give him a kiss. “You’re so good.” you say.

He blushes like a schoolgirl and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You chuckle. It’s cute how often he likes to say it. “I love you too puppy.”

“Am I really that much like a puppy?” he says. “Don’t I look cooler now with my black hair?”

“I suppose,” you ruffle it. “You’re still a cutie to me.” You’re kidding, you know that he’s stupid hot.

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

You giggle. “Why? Do you wanna be bad?” “Mhm.” he nods.

“Maybe I can treat you like you are.” you push him into his back for another round.

#enhypen smut #Jake Sim smut #Kpop smut

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years

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Hello! Request: #37 from prompt list 1 with JJ (idk why but it made me think about what if they were at a carnival with a lot of rides and y/n is short so JJ teases her about the must be this tall to ride sign lol) just some fun fluff 😅😅

Heights- JJ Maybank

Summary: JJ always has to bring up your height in every chance he gets.

Word count: 853

Warnings: none

Prompts:

37. “Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!”

You intertwined your hand with JJ's as you dragged him through the entrance to the Outer Banks fair. JJ offered to take you to the local fair for your birthday, knowing how you always stopped by at some point to get fried oreos whether you went on rides or not.

"Let's go!" He cheered, taking the lead and guiding you straight to the back of the fair and straight to the large swings ride. JJ was a sucker for these, he loved rollercoasters and those rides that fling you upside down, but the swings held a special place in his heart.

You two waited in line, both of you singing along to the music that played on the speakers near you. JJ stood behind you as he pulled you towards him by your waist. Your hands rested on his as he softly rocked you both side to side, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

"You do know this is the only ride you're actually tall enough to go on, right?" You jokingly shoved him off of you as you were finally allowed on the swings. Sitting down, you couldn't help but swing your legs that were dangling. JJ giggled to himself drawing your attention. You looked at how his feet were touching the floor, he couldn't kick them around even if he tried.

"Did you just bring me here to make fun of my height?" You pouted, crossing your arms. He reached over, intertwining your fingers together. "Absolutely not, princess. It's just a bonus." He grinned, jumping as the swings began to rise off the ground. For the first time you noticed how the sun was already starting to set, the sky a mixture of warm colors.

Turning your head to look at JJ, you couldn't help but feel like you were living in a teen romance movie. You were holding hands with your boyfriend on the swings, with a beautiful sunset in the back. You couldn't help but admire the dorky smile on his face as he closed his eyes, letting the wind blow through his hair. "JJ!" You yelled over the roaring wind. He opened his eyes and turned his head to you, "I love you." JJ squeezed your hand, his smile getting bigger. "I love you too!"

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You and JJ walked hand and hand through the crowds of people, a giant Panda bear in your arm that JJ won for you in a game of balloon darts. The two of you approached a large ride called The Claw. JJ walked towards the sign that said, 'Must be this tall to ride!' You stood next to it, pursing your lips as he held back his laughter. You bit your tongue before asking, "Not tall enough?" JJ shook his head, guiding you away from the ride.

"Let's go short stack." You stopped in your tracks, "Hey–I’m perfectly average height for my age, thank you very much. You’re the one who’s freakishly tall!” you frowned. "I'm teasing princess. I love your height. It makes me feel helpful." You gave him a questioning look before he explained himself, "like when you're cooking and you need something on the upper shelves and I walk in on you always trying to climb on something to grab it."

"Your height makes it easier for us to cuddle. Instead of using both my arms to hold you I can hold you in one and eat like, chicken nuggets with the other. And like I did earlier, when I was hugging you from behind and my cheek was on your head. I love that." JJ rambled, swinging your hands back and forth. Before you even realized it he led you to the ferris wheel.

"That just made every insecurity about my height disappear." You mumbled getting into the cart. "Oh darling, I got more." JJ sat next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "I like seeing you in my oversized t-shirts and seeing it end at your thighs. I like knowing that I make you feel secure after I hug you. I like being able to throw you over my shoulder when we play fight. I like when you wear high heels and you're almost my height, you get so excited."

You leaned into JJ's chest, feeling your heart grow with happiness at his cute words. The cute moment was cut short as the cart stopped at the very top. Your smile disappeared, JJ looking at you with a confused look. "I hate heights." Without hesitating he shifted towards you, allowing you to cuddle into him. "But you were fine on the swings." He mumbled, his fingers threading themselves through your hair.

"It just feels different when we're stopped. Like, okay it's weird but when I was on the swings I didn't care because I was moving, but just sitting here makes me feel like I could fall to my death." JJ kissed your forehead, his free hand gently rubbing your arm to keep you calm. "Don't worry princess, you're safe with me."

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asteroiideae · 3 years

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1, 4, and 7 for the meta writer ask!

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Right now, I’m primarily writing on text-based rpg forums (specifically a Harry Potter one, at the moment, because I’m still a basic sixteen year old at heart I guess lol) but I’ve recently started writing a series of vignettes based on my Scum & Villainy TTRPG party, which has also been a lot of fun! It’s difficult to measure “progress” on my text-based rpg writing, but I’ve been on the same forum for about six months now, running 12 characters, and nearly all of them are heavily involved in the plot, which I consider an accomplishment! My S&V vignettes I’ve only just begun -- debating whether or not anyone would be interested in reading them/whether I should post them up anywhere. I think what I love most about both projects is that they’re purely collaborative! I’m working with other people, their concepts, their goals, and I have come to absolutely adore using my writing (and improv) to support other people’s creative pursuits. ** gonna go out of order so I can drop my writing under a read more, if I can lol 7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree? Oh man this is such a difficult one to answer???? I don’t really spend a lot of time thinking about my writing style, honestly. I tend to write from my gut -- I don’t pre-plan a lot, I just immerse myself into my character and then whatever gets written down is what’s happening? (pour one out for my writing partners who get a rough 20 minute response without my proof-reading or editing!) But I guess probably what I’d say I’m known for in my writing circles is my strong sense of character? I’m pretty good at shifting language/pacing/style to suit whatever character voice I’m attempting to convey, and I spend most of my focus on developing those voices. lol idk I don’t consider myself particularly gifted at, or known for, anything beyond that. (Maybe, negatively, I’m bad about utilizing setting. Where the fuck is this scene taking place???? I sure as shit don’t know. I’ve been trying to work on improving that, though.) 4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Jess, you really came in with the ones I knew I’d struggle with! lol I tend not to be shy about things I know I do well, but I always squirm a little when asked what I like about my writing, for some reason. But! I’ll share two recent pieces that I liked -- gonna drop them under a read more, but I’ll say what I like about them here. 1. The first is a post from my Harry Potter rpg? I really liked it because I don’t often write hardened/wearied characters in such long-standing relationships? So getting to do an entire thread between a mutually-battered couple cleaning each up after a fight is shockingly intimate, and heart-warming, and idk I really love the way this post in particular came out, as a result. 2. I wrote this literally last night as a warm-up! In my Scum & Villainy game I swap between playing twins, and I hadn’t gotten to play as Ditha for several months, so I wanted to get back into her headspace -- which I did by writing something not in her POV? It’s very short, but I love how neatly it captures and introduces who Ditha Thorn is as a woman, without being long or complicated. from this post, if anyone else wants to receive a novel about my writing I guess.

1. Csilla Voronin & Alastor Moody (from Lightning Struck Itself) Csilla Voronin looks down at Alastor Moody, and raises her eyebrow just a fraction. "I'm in better shape than you are." It's probably true; she's still got all her parts attached, and only the one (admittedly larger and absolutely cursed) wound to contend with. What it isn't however, is entirely true. Csilla is good at lying to everyone but this man, which is why she usually deflects rather than tries to outright tell him an untruth. Her fingers gently run through Alastor's blood-matted hair. It's not worth pressing him to see someone tonight; not in the least, because she wants to tuck him into bed as badly as he wants her to. "Alright." "As if I've ever been paid a wage." The retort comes easier to her lips than the more honest answer: nothing about this relationship is above, or below, her. She draws her fingers from his hair, now safely pushed back from his ear, and studies the mess; sighs, a sound more empathetic than anything else. "It's going to hurt like a bitch." As she draws away, Csilla drops a brief kiss into the crease of Alastor's forehead, using her forearms against the tub to push herself upright. She picks up her wand in one hand, and disappears through the door into the hallway beyond - only to return a moment later with the first aid kit from the kitchen table. She drops the thing onto the sink, and begins to rummage through it. Alcohol wipes, and gauze, tumble out of the kit and into her hands, and she tucks a few between her palm and her wand. "Were you going to ask me something?" She reaches for the distraction, even as she pauses to shimmy out of her trousers, and drops them unceremoniously atop the messy sink. The first aid supplies go onto the toilet lid, while she toes out of her socks. "Or are you just tired?" Either is possible, but Csilla privately suspects the latter. Free of her socks, she balances one hand on the side of the tub, and carefully sets one foot in, nudging Alastor until she can lower herself into the water, knees trapping his thighs between them. She summons the first of the alcohol wipes into her hand with a lazy flick of her wand, and carefully tears it open. All the warning he gets is a steady, apologetic, glance -- and she presses the wipe to the soot-and-blood caked remains of his ear. Her free hand holds his shoulder back against the porcelain, and her legs pin him mercilessly down. Better to get it over with quickly, than to draw the affair out. 2. Ditha Thorn, Scoundrel (from Scum & Villainy; The Morning Glory) It’s just warm enough that the air carries the earthy aroma of cow dung; it’s hardly romantic, but that’s what spring smells like - the ground thaws, and with it, the excrement from innumerable livestock herds. The young woman sprawled on the faded plaid blanket doesn’t seem to notice it, though. She’s leaned back on her forearms, long hair brushing the blanket as she tips her head back to look at the stars. Beside her, a similarly aged boy traces a shape in the air. “Do you see it? Right there, that little blinking light.” He jabs his finger at the sky suddenly, a grin spilling out over his features. “That’s the place, I think. If they’ll take me, I’ll go there to train.” The girl’s expression cools as she narrows her eyes on that point; the youthful curves of her face going hard with disapproval. “What if they don’t?” He sighs, shrugging out of his jacket suddenly, and dropping it on the girl’s legs. For a while, the only sound is the rustling of the late winter breeze through the shorn stalks of corn in the field around them. Although the girl’s expression doesn’t change, she scoops up the leather jacket, slides her arms into the sleeves and wraps it around her shoulders. “Then I guess I’ll be stuck here, too.” He leans forward, wraps his arms around his knees. “I’m not stuck here,” the girl says suddenly. She sits up, drawing her knees to her chest in a mirror of his own posture. “I’m leaving after graduation, there’s nothing on this rock for me.” That uncomfortable silence returns, and the boy shifts back and forth, clearly trying to find a way to dispute her words - but unwilling to do so while sitting alone with her in the dark. The moons begin to creep towards the horizon, the light fades, before either of them speaks again. “Everyone’s stuck here, Ditha.” He drops his arms, pushes himself off the ground and onto his feet. “Maybe your sister’s smart enough to find a school or a job willing to take her, and maybe the Legion will take me, but what do you think you’re gonna do to get out of here?” The girl, Ditha, blinks several times - her eyes still fixed on the stars. “Sounds like a challenge.” A slight huff is the only response to her quiet statement; the boy has known Ditha long enough to know the worst thing to do is dare her to something. Instead he bends down to tug gently on the blanket. “Come on, Di. It’s time to go.” She stands up, lets him lift and shake the sandy dirt out of the blanket, watches him fold it with eyes that barely reflect the faint light in the dark. When he offers her his hand, after tucking the blanket under his arm, she shakes her head. “I’ll find my own way back to town,” she says, in a tone of voice he’s never heard before. He shrugs, turns toward his truck - she’ll probably follow, he thinks. Where else is she going to go? But when he reaches the vehicle, turns with his hand on the door, Ditha Thorn is nowhere to be seen.

#ask post #aster writes fic #lol oh my god I am so sorry this is so long #please forgive me Jess I always do this

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lveclouds · 4 years

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shy (1)

pairing: (jungkook x you)

genre: fluff, just tooth rotting fluff, slightly cliche, (oh who am i kidding it’s very cliche) university/college au.

a/n: hi! so this is my first bts drabble! pls be patient with me, as i am not the best writer and this is my first time posting any kind of story on my blog. hope you guys like this, even if this will be v shitty. also this may have multiple parts i haven’t decided yet lol

*note: lowercase intended and the gif above is what he looks like in this drabble, minus the flashlight?)

word count: idk but definitely over 100? I think?

“just talk to him.” tessa, your best friend, would keep saying, nudging you in the side with her elbow. you’d refuse every time, no matter how much she got annoyed with you. “are you seriously just going to pine after him from afar like some kind of lovesick loser?” she’d asked one day during lunch, stabbing a salad leaf with her fork. “yup.” you replied,which earned an exasperated groan from tessa. “i swear, i am going to fucking lose my mind with you.” “you really need to just go up and talk to him. it’s not that hard.” it was easy for tessa. she was confident and outgoing and extremely beautiful, with her long, midnight black hair that fell in perfect waves down her back and stunning bright blue eyes that all the guys on campus would gush about. she was also extremely smart and artistic, all the things you wished you were. you were more of wallflower, always blending into the background as if you were a chameleon, busying yourself with assignments. you were extremely shy and tended to keep to yourself most of the time. you sat in the back of most of your classes and barely interact with anyone. you breezed through your day with little to no interactions. people thought you were a bit strange, but you didn’t mind. you’d always been the loner type, and the only friend you really had was tessa. college was boring, or, at least, nothing special, until he came into your life.

jeon jungkook. the quiet and shy boy who had transferred from busan a week into your second semester. you were taking a fine arts class, and the professor had asked him to sit next to you. already, half of the girls in your class were whispering and giggling about how attractive he was. and, while the high pitched giggles irked you, they weren’t wrong about him being insanely handsome. he looked as if he was carved by the gods themselves,with adonis like features. a strong jaw, black hair with blond highlights that seemed to be always falling into his eyes, sharp cheekbones, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, perfect eyebrows, and his lips were pink and always looked so kissable. in your opinion, his smile was the most devestating thing about him. the corners of his eyes would crinkle and with his somewhat endearing bunny like teeth, it was a sight that always made your heart flutter. looks aside, he was also extremely talented. jungkook had won your university multiple awards just from the drawings he’d submitted to the annual art exhibitions alone. he had also led your football team to the championship and won first place in the yearly talent show that your university held during the winter and fall. he had sung a cover of lee hi’s breathe, and it was the most beautiful rendition you’d ever heard. his voice was absolutely breathtaking, and every note he hit sent a shiver down your spine. jungkook was also one of the nicest guys on campus, always willing to help anyone out with an assignment or a project, or even give them workout tips if they needed any. he went to the gym nearly everyday, and it was evident in the way that the fabric of his shirts would cling to his toned arms, as if they were holding on for dear life. he had prominent veins in his neck and hands,which were thin and covered with tattoos. the tattoos made him even more attractive, if that was even possible.

you had a few classes with him and you usually spent them stealing casual glances in his direction and wondering how someone as gorgeous as him existed. you’d barely spoken a word to him, mostly because you knew that if you did, disaster would ensue. besides, someone like you wasn’t supposed to be talking to someone as beautiful as him. you were able to get through an entire day without having a single interaction with him, which is what you wanted. as long as i never talk to him and he knows i don’t exist, it’ll be ok. you’d think. until that fateful friday after arts class when he’d approached you in the hallway. “hey,sorry to bother you, but could i talk to you for a second?” he asked, and his oh god, his voice was deep yet soft and it made your heart race. “s-sure.” you managed, keeping your eyes on the gray carpeted floor underneath you, too shy to meet his gaze. you followed jungkook outside, muttering a thank you when he held the door open for you, quickly walking past him. you were now standing right of the fine arts building, rocking back and forth on your heels nervously. the air outside was crisp and clean and there was a slight breeze that gently ruffled the trees, their leaves swaying peacefully.

“so, do you hate me?” “what?” your head practically snapped up at the sudden question, forgetting that you were talking to jeon jungkook, the guy you’d been secretly crushing on for a few months now. he looked almost sad, and you quickly shook away the thought. that’s impossible, you thought. “i don’t hate you, jungkook. why would you think that?” he shrugged. “i don’t know, i guess i just got the feeling that you hated me since you never talk to me and you purposely avoid me at all costs.” you winced. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” “so, why are you avoiding me then?” he pressed. you sighed. there was no point in trying to avoid the topic now. “i- i might’ve been t-too s-shy to talk to you.” “why?” you wanted to groan in frustration at how persistent he was being. “because i l-like you.” your heart was beating a mile minute at this point, and your face was probably as red as a tomato. you braced yourself, waiting for the rejection to come. what he said next nearly made your mouth drop open in shock. “i like you too.” “w-what? come again?”

“i like you.” jungkook declared, that gorgeous smile appearing on his face. “since when?” “since you sat next to me during art last semester.” you could feel your face turn an even darker shade of red. “are you sure i’m not dreaming or something? if this is a prank i will be very disappointed.” jungkook laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and you had never seen something so beautiful. “i promise you this is all real.” you felt a smile spread onto your face. “so would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” “i’d love to.”

a/n: so this was part one! idk if there will be a part two or not, i haven’t decided yet. hope you guys enjoyed this. i am not too fond of my writing here but hopefully it’s tolerable lmao 😂 ily guys and let me know if you want a part two or not!

s/o to: @sweetheartjeongguk @jungkooksmoon @moonbeamjk @jksmoongf @artjjk @jjksangel @jjksthghs @guktual @gukwluv @jinsjjk @wthkook @jeonangels @jeonsdear @aikosjeon @gukscene @mercurygguk @sketchguk @lomlkook @ggukshii @gguksbby @gukkism @jeonsbun @utopiajeon @yoonseok (i know you’re not jungkook biased but your icon is kook so) @kookscrescent @kooksmos and all of my jungkook mutuals for being the cutest and sweetest people ever!!!

also special thanks to: @kendreys @honeylovecult for always being so supportive of me!! ily both so much 😘🥺😔💕!

#this was my attempt at writing #it sucks but i hope yall like it!!!#lmk if you want me to do more of these!#mine

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moistestmango · 5 years

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Coconut (In Me)

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Wally West

Wordcount: 403

Tags: established relationship, humor/crack(-ish)

Warnings: smut, pwp, bottom!Wally

Summary: “You forgot the second c and o in coconut,” Dick casually pipes up and Wally stops his movements as he blinks down at his boyfriend in surprise.

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“You forgot the second c and o in coconut,” Dick casually pipes up and Wally stops his movements as he blinks down at his boyfriend in surprise.

“How’d you know?”

The younger man slides his hands up the other’s thighs and rests them on his hips, making the Speedster move again and guiding his movements. He strokes a thumb over a hipbone and Wally’s lips quirk up a little at the slightly ticklish sensation.

“It-” Dick groans when Wally clenches around him before rocking back and forth with a small grin, and the younger clears his throat, “ -isn’t that hard when it feels like my dick is being moved like a control stick. Also, you spelled Tellurium wrong.”

They both take a second to giggle before Dick’s grips on Wally’s hips tightens and the older man starts bouncing up and down on the younger’s cock in earnest now instead of the deliberate rotations and back and forth slides of before.

They’re both near the edge when Wally starts to mumble under his breath.

“C'mon, yeah-” Dick hears through the rhythmic slapping of their skin and the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of Wally, made easier from all the lube, spit and cum trickling out of him with Dick’s every thrust from their earlier fucking.

He’s about to cum for the umpteenth time that night when Wally whimpers and groans out “Yuh- Yeah- Nut in me-!”

Dick can’t help the howl of laughter that he lets out as he comes inside of Wally at the same time as Wally shoots his load across Dick’s chest with a whine.

The Speedster looks confused at the other for a second as he gasps for breath before he realizes what he’d said and starts to snicker himself, slumping over to rest his forehead against Dick’s shoulder as they both shake with laughter and from their releases.

After a while, when they’ve both calmed down and are just laying on the bed in calm bliss, Dick’s hand drawing figures on Wally’s back and Wally pressing lazy kisses on the love bites painting Dick’s neck, the younger finally helps the red head ease up and off the bed to go to the shower.

“Come on, let’s go wash all this coconut off.“

A fresh round of giggles resonate throughout the apartment as the two trips their way into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

A/N

I was riding the train when the "coconut challenge” suddenly came to mind and I opened drive and this piece basically wrote itself lmao. If you don’t know what the coconut challenge is basically the one who’s getting fucked “spells” coconut by moving their hips over the dick or something idk how effective that is but yes that’s it lol

Really short, very silly

Are u really bromies in a sexual and romantic and loving relationship if u can’t joke around during sex??

#birdflash #birdflash fic #dickwally #Birdflash fanfic #dc fanfic #dc fic #dick grayson #wally west #my post #my writing

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lets pretend this isnt riddled with mistakes (i REALLY forgot that the mountain was raised back from the dead??? can he still talk??? idk. he does here lmao and then never comes back because yeah, zombie guy stuff came up)

basically this is a oneshot full of things i think will happen in season 8. i think a kidnapping plot is very plausible and i think the best time it will happen would be when the north sets out to fight against the night king. but, as you read, you’ll see how i think cersei’s fate will play out by the end of the series.

im not convinced daenerys would stand by and let jon live, considering his birthright, but i didnt want this story to be even longer by including a fight between them for the iron throne. i read a theory about her dying in the fight against the night king & honestly that sounds right to me- but id already written the first half of this and was not about to go back and rewrite lmao. eventually i AM going to write that out though so be on the look out for that!

anyways hi

here it is

im sorry if it sucks lol

You have to stay here.

He'd said those words over and over to her as he nearly dragged her down to the crypts beneath Winterfell, Ghost trotting after them, you'll be safest down here, he'd gone on, his dark eyes never leaving hers. Promise me you'll come back, she'd gripped the front of his cloak, unable to stop herself from pleading with him. Promise me, Jon. He'd taken her into his arms then, crushing her against him and Sansa could do nothing but commit to memory the way it felt to have him hold her. He'd kissed her forehead and smiled, but he made no promises. How could he, after all?

And then she watched him go, a cold sense of dread settled into the pit of her stomach.

By now, hours had passed, or so she supposed they had; she'd lost track of the time down there, surrounded by ghosts. She had passed the time praying to the Old Gods and the New, though she'd once sworn off praying, for what God had listened to her before? She had asked for guidance from her mother, her father, and even from her Aunt Lyanna. Sansa could only hope someone out there heard her. Reaching out a hand, she ran it along Ghost's back, watching with curiosity as the wolf suddenly sat upright. "What is it?" She spoke, her voice soft, her eyes following the wolf's line of sight. He'd settled his red-eyed gaze upon the door down the hall, the one which Jon had disappeared through some hours ago.

That was when she noticed it, the movement of the door as someone began to push it open. Her heart lept into her throat, her stomach churning as she rose up from where she sat on the ground. At her feet, Ghost had risen up as well, a low growl escaping his jaws as he took a few steps forward. Had they won already? Was the battle with the Night King truly over? Was this Jon returning to her? Or worse... Was it someone else come to fetch her, to take her to Jon's mangled body brought back to Winterfell? The door swung open then and Sansa felt her breath catch in her throat as a mountain of a man appeared in the doorway. "No..." She whispered as the man stepped into the corridor, his face hidden by a helmet, his white cloak a sign of who had sent him. Ghost was openly growling now, snapping his jaws in a warning to the man coming towards them. "Down, Ghost." Sansa spoke quietly, reaching down to tenderly rub the wolf's head, calming him. She'd never forgive herself if the Mountain killed Ghost and so she stepped in front of the wolf, holding her head high as the man approached her, no ounce of fear in her piercing blue eyes. "She's sent you then?"

Gregor Clegane did not recognize this young woman, this Lady of Winterfell. She was quite unlike the little girl that had once lived in King's Landing so long ago. But those eyes of hers... Those he remembered. Those he would never forget. "Aye," he replied in his gruff voice, reaching for her, her arm so small beneath his grip surely he would break her. Little bird, was that not what his brother had called her? The wolf at her feet snapped his jaws but she hushed him and the wolf sat back, though it continued to growl. Surprisingly, she did not fight against him as he drug her back towards the door, perhaps because she felt the strength of his grip on her arm and knew she was no match. Perhaps she valued her life more than she had back in King's Landing. And so he took her back up into Winterfell, down the main corridor and out the double doors into the courtyard where a huge, black stallion waited for its master.

Things were beginning to make sense now. Sansa could see no trace of servants or the guards left behind by Jon for her own protection. Either they were dead or frightened into hiding. It was snowing like mad and she had no cloak, but the Mountain didn't seem to care if she froze to death before they reached King's Landing. "Up you go," he lifted her onto the horse, the tight grip of his hands on her waist surely bruising her soft skin beneath her layers of clothes. Climbing up onto the horse himself, he snapped the horse into a trot and then they were gone, out the open gates of Winterfell and down the long road towards King's Landing. Looking back over her shoulder, Sansa felt a chill race down her spine that wasn't from the cold. It was Jon she thought of then, of his deep set, dark brown eyes, wishing with all of her might that he was there then. Please Jon, she thought as she was swiftly taken from her home, please be safe.

If nothing else, even if she got to King's Landing and Cersei took her head, she just wanted him to be alive.

[ x x x ]

All he could think of was her.

He rushed from the battlefield back towards Winterfell, back to where she was. Jon still could barely believe they'd won- he hadn't anticipated it, truthfully- but they had and now he had to see her. He had to hold her. He had to tell her just how he felt. But as he and a few of the survivors approached the gates, he felt it... A cold sense of dread that filled him whole, nearly snatching the breath from his lungs. "Jon?" It was Arya coming up beside him, her dark eyes meeting his, her features taut with worry. Could she feel it too? "Where are the guards?" Jon snapped his gaze from her face to the guard towers on either side of the open gate, realizing only then that there was no one within them. Sansa! He broke off at a run then, leaving Arya and the others behind, uncaring of the pain his battered body felt with every step that he took.

Down to the crypts he rushed, his mind whirling with hundreds of thoughts, but every one of them had to do with her. "Sansa!" He shouted as he nearly broke down the door to get into the passage, stumbling over the crumbling rock that once were a solid set of stairs. To his horror, she did not reply, but rather he heard the soft whining of Ghost. His wolf was pacing back and forth before the statue of Ned Stark, as if this was where Sansa has once been standing. "Sansa..." He came to stand before Ghost, who as soon as he'd noticed him, rushed towards Jon's side, his whining increasing. "It's okay boy," he murmured as he knelt down to put a hand to his ears, rubbing the soft head. "Where is she, Ghost? Where's Sansa?"

"Jon?"

He turned to look over his shoulder at the sound of Arya's voice, noticing only then that her face was bruised and pale. "There's a note." He stood up, his head swimming, and he reached out a hand to touch the wall, steadying himself. Arya approached, her worry evident as she extended out a rolled up parchment, already unsealed. He didn't have to ask her who it was from, for something told Jon he already knew. Unrolling it, Jon felt his heart skip a beat, felt his stomach sink as the unfamiliar handwriting began to blur. Damn her, he thought as he began to fall, damn that Cersei Lannister.

And then... Everything went black.

[ x x x ]

As the peaks of King's Landing came into view, Sansa knew she was in trouble.

Though she knew Cersei would not kill her outright, how could she after all? But coming back to this place... Here in King's Landing she had suffered so very much. Cersei would not make it easy on her. It would not be as it had once been. And worse yet, for all she knew Cersei would still yet blame her for the death of Joffrey, that alone could be her undoing. Sansa felt a chill race down her spine and she shivered from it, though the Mountain must have thought it was from the cold for he reminded her that they were almost there. Sansa could not help but to laugh-the cold had not bothered her for a long time now. She wished she could still yet feel the biting cold sting against her flesh, but that feeling had disappeared a long time ago.

Riding down the main road towards the Red Keep, Sansa noticed the city was quiet. It was early morning, so very early the sun had not yet even begun to rise. "Cover yourself girl," the Mountain suddenly spoke, draping what must have been his cloak over her hair, hiding her identity from prying eyes. No one could know Ned Stark's daughter, the now Lady of Winterfell, no, the Queen in the North, had been brought back to King's Landing. Drawing the cloak closer to herself, Sansa kept her eyes ahead, knowing everything was about to change.

Again, Jon came to her thoughts and so fiercely did she miss him that it brought tears to her eyes. Was he alright? What of Arya, of Brienne? Even Ser Davos whom she'd begun to establish a close relationship with. Those left in this world that she loved... Were they safe? Had the battle yet been won? And even Daenerys, what of her and her precious dragons? Had they made it through the battle unscathed? Or had they all fallen beneath the Night King's sword... Would there be no one to come and save her? No, she reminded herself, she would have to get herself out of this mess. Somehow.

It was then that they rode through the main gate and as the Mountain came to a stop, it was then that Sansa saw her standing there. Her blonde hair was cropped short, but her gown was as fashionable as ever, with long sleeves and a overlay of silk that draped across her front. Sansa felt her breath catch, but she made no movement even as the man behind her dismounted from his horse. "Get moving girl," the tight grip of his hands on her waist brought her back to the present, and Sansa staggered as her feet hit the ground for the first time in hours. He pushed her towards where Cersei stood in the doorway, paying no mind to how she stumbled over her own feet, clearly exhausted from the hours upon hours of riding. "My queen," he greeted as they approached, tugging the cloak he'd given her away, revealing her face to the woman. "I've brought you Sansa Stark."

Cersei's rosy lips curled with a haunted smile before she tilted her head, inspecting the young, beautiful woman before her. Even after hours of riding, of no sleep and no food, she was lovely. She had grown from a frightened young girl into a beautiful woman. Cersei could not stop the twinge of jealousy, could not help but to recall the old woman's prophecy of the younger, more beautiful queen who would take her place. She had once thought it would be this Daernerys Targaryen who had sailed across the Narrow Sea to reach Westeros, but now... Could it be the girl standing before her? "Hello, little dove." The use of her old pet name did not offer Sansa any comfort, but rather a cold dread settled into the pit of her stomach. But she held her head high and returned the smile that was offered to her.

She had survived Cersei Lannister and King's Landing once before and so she would do it again.

[ x x x ]

When he woke, his first thought was of her.

Forcing himself up from the bed, Jon grimaced, his wounds from the battle painful as they began to heal. "Jon." It was Daenerys seated beside his bed, to his shock, and he could not help but to feel disappointed. It should have been her... It should have been Sansa. "You shouldn't move yet." She went on, reaching out with her soft, gentle hands to push him back onto his pillow. "You'll only do more harm to yourself." He shrugged off her hands then, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rising up without a single word. Daenerys sat back in the chair, looking at him with those violet eyes of hers, not a single strand of silver hair out of place on her head. "Jon..." She watched him as he pulled on the nearest shirt, one that Sansa herself had sewn for him before his departure for Dragonstone. Seeing her precise little stitches nearly broke him and he sank back onto his bed, hands covering his face as he fought to regain himself.

"I have to go to King's Landing." He finally said without preamble, lowering his hands to look across at Daenerys. For a moment her typically passive face faltered, disappointment skirting across her features. But then she regained herself, simply nodding as she watched him get back onto his feet. "How long have I been out?" He asked as he reached for the rest of his clothing, the fur trimmed cloak Sansa had made for him now draped over his arm. Daenerys had stood up as well, her violet eyes dark as they met his. Two days, her words haunted him as he shook his head, tugging his cloak on and making to push past her. "Move, your grace," he spoke with a venom he'd not felt before, his only thoughts of the girl he'd let down. Once again, Sansa was in the hands of the enemy, once again he'd failed to protect her.

Daenerys could not stop the jealousy that lept into her thoughts, darkening her heart. She had thought Jon was her's... Had thought that after all they'd been through already, he would stand beside her no matter what. It was true, his father had been her own brother, but did that truly matter in the end? "You intend to go after her? Cersei Lannister will have you murdered before you can reach her. You would give your life for her so easily?" Jon's face twisted with anger and at once she regretted her words, but there was no taking them back now. Jon stepped close to her then, his brown eyes never once straying from hers, a look in them she had never seen before.

"I would give my life for hers without hesitation." His hands curled into fists at his sides before he shook his head, the anger fleeing, knowing this woman could never understand how he felt about Sansa. No one could. "You want the Iron Throne, it is yours. I have no mind to take it." He finally said the words he'd been meaning to say since the day of his true heritage had been revealed. "I just want her." And then, without waiting for dismissal from the dragon queen, he was gone, nearly sprinting from the room in his haste to gather all he would need to get to King's Landing.

He would save Sansa if it was the last thing he did.

[ x x x ]

It was not the dungeons for her, as she'd expected.

In truth, the rooms Cersei had housed her in were rooms far beyond her station. Sansa noted the silk sheets and chiffon canopy, the gilded furnitature, and the spacious chambers. These had once been Myrcella's chambers. It was as if Cersei had refused to make a single change to the rooms her daughter had once occupied. Sansa had heard the news of her death, brought along to the North by word of mouth and she had felt remorse for the princess. Had they not once been something like friends? In truth, Sansa felt remorse for any innocent life claimed in this game, in this war for the Iron Throne. She wondered if Cersei thought it worth it... The life of her children for this clunky, ugly chair.

A knock on the door and then it opened, a handmaiden coming in with a fresh gown, another following after with water for her to wash. It was her second morning in King's Landing and she'd still yet to see Cersei and that... That was troublesome. But by the looks of the gown brought to her, the queen intended to take an audience with her this very day. And so Sansa allowed herself to be dressed by the maidens, though she did not wash with the water given to her- she would not risk it being tainted with poison.

It was a little later that the summons came- she was seated in the window, looking out across the courtyard of the Red Keep when there came another knock upon her chamber door. It was two of the queen's guard there at her door, their white cloaks a stark contrast to the dark looks upon their faces. "The queen wishes to speak to you, my lady." One guard spoke and Sansa could not help but to smirk; this was not a request, it was a command. But she rose to her feet all the same, allowing the two guards to lead her down the still familiar corridors, not to the Great Hall but to Cersei's own chambers.

She found her seated behind her desk as always, her eyes finding her own the moment she entered the room. "Sit, little dove," Cersei spoke, gesturing for Sansa to take the seat before the desk. "It has been a long time." Sansa did not reply as she took to the seat, her blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she took in the sight of the woman before her. Was that... The curve of a belly she saw? Sansa knew it was true then, the rumors she had heard, that Cersei carried yet another child by her own twin. It won't live, the thought crossed her mind without warning, like a premonition of what was to come. Blinking, she forced a smile and held Cersei's gaze, though she still did not speak. Cersei leaned forward over the desk, hands spread across its surface, those green eyes of hers unwavering in their stare. "I should have had you murdered for what you did to my son." Her voice was dangerous and Sansa felt her stomach drop, her own hands clenching into fists on her lap. "But..." She trailed off then, leaning back in her chair, hands now pressed against the swell of her stomach. Within her she carried the solution to all of her problems- within her, she carried the heir that would follow her. There would be no Targaryen to rule after her. The child would be a girl, she was certain, the woman of prophecy that would take her place on the throne. It would not be Daenerys Targaryen nor would it be this Sansa Stark before her. "Perhaps an exchange of life can be arranged. Yours for the Targaryen queen's."

Sansa did not believe her, not for an instant. There would be no exchanging her life for the dragon queen's that much Sansa was certain of. If Cersei still yet blamed her for Joffrey's death, then she would die before anyone would come for her- if they even did. She still knew not the fate of the beloved family against the army of the dead. And she knew that if Jon and the others were dead... Then what was the use in life? Without Jon, without Arya... It just would never be the same. Jon... She thought of him as she always did, of his smile, of the gentle touch of his hand against hers... Just please be alright. "Perhaps, your grace," Sansa finally spoke, her smile slight as she tilted her head, red hair a waterfall. It made no sense to argue her case over Joffrey's death, she would never believe her. "Unless of course Daenerys Targaryen comes for you first." Without waiting for a response, without being bid to rise, Sansa got to her feet and turned her back to this queen, knowing she would never again pretend to serve her. Gone was the young girl this queen had commanded with fright and manipulation and in her place was this new woman, Sansa Stark of Winterfell. The likes of Cersei Lannister could not frighten her anymore.

[ x x x ]

He had been riding for hours.

Hours and hours and yet he felt as if he were no closer to Sansa than when he'd first set out. His body ached and his wounds were bleeding, but he could not yet stop. How could he stop when Sansa was within the enemy's hands? The others tried to get him to stop, Arya and Brienne, Davos and even Tormund, but stopping was not an option. Jon thought of nothing but her... It fueled him to keep on riding, to never stop pushing forward.

"Jon... Look." It was Arya's voice, pulling him from the depth of his own mind, and he glanced beside him to where she rode, hand extended out. Following her pointed finger, he swiveled his gaze and that was when he caught sight of it... The first glimpse of King's Landing. They were still yet far, but that single sight of the tallest peak was enough to give him the energy he needed to continue. "We'll get there in time, Jon." Arya spoke again, once again claiming his attention. Jon stiffened but then nodded, a small smile twitching on his lips. She was right, they would get there in plenty of time to save Sansa.

"It can't be more than a day of riding away," Brienne spoke up, her pale features marred by cuts and a deep set bruise to her left temple. She still yet could not forgive herself for straying from Sansa's side. Yet again, her lady was trapped with the enemy, perhaps suffering in ways she did not deserve. In Cersei's clutches... No, Brienne would not think of such a thing. They would get to her and save her without any harm coming to her. That was all she had to keep her going and so she would believe it until the very end.

"Aye." Jon spoke, glancing to his left at Tormund, who gave a single nod. "Let's make it less than that." He kicked his horse into a gallop and took off, the others taking off after him. Wait for me, Sansa... Jon thought of her smile then, the sweet way it tugged at her rosy lips when she probably didn't even realize it. He would never allow anyone to take that smile away from her, not when she only so recently gained it back. Jon had fought with everything in him to protect her and take back Winterfell, he had sold himself out to the dragon queen and lost the respect of nearly every Northern lord... But he would not lose Sansa.

[ x x x ]

Something was not right.

Sansa could feel it in her bones, that cold sense of dread that only came to her when something truly awful was about to happen. She recalled the first time she had felt it... When Lady had been sentenced to die. And then the next... When her father had so unjustly lost his head. The ripple of anxiety sent chills down her spine, goosebumps rising across the backs of her arms. It had been hours since she had walked free from Cersei's chamber and she was quite surprised that the queen had not sent for her once again. In fact, no one had come to her in quite some time.

Rising up from where she sat at the table, she tiptoed across the room to open her chamber door, even more surprised to find the guards once posted there were gone. Sticking her head out into the hall, she caught sight of a maid rushing by, looking worred. "What's happening?" Sansa spoke loudly, catching the girl's attention. The maid slowed to a stop, glancing left and then right as if she knew she wasn't supposed to be speaking to her. But Sansa stepped fully out of the room then, allowing the chamber door to close behind her. "Tell me what's happening!" If the guards had left their posts outside her door, then that meant something truly awful must have been going on somewhere else in the castle. "Are we under attack?"

The maid again glanced left and then right, swallowing against whatever fears were deep within her. And then... She spoke. "The queen is in labor, my lady." She spoke quietly, the words ones Sansa had not at all anticipated on hearing. "It is much before her time and she is struggling. Many of the guards and staff... They've abandoned their posts. Those who are loyal... They are doing what they can for her grace." And then the maid was gone, racing off towards where she had been heading all along: the main set of doors that would lead her out of the Red Keep and into the streets.

For a moment she could not breathe but then she steadied herself, knowing this could be her one and only chance at escaping. And yet... It was not towards those same doors that her feet carried her, but down the halls towards the queen's chambers. They were a buzz of activity, with maids going in and out, two unfamiliar men pacing outside the chamber door. Sansa went past them without effort, she supposed they had not even noticed her slip on by. Into the antechamber first, she became aware of how dire the situation had to be within the queen's bed chamber. Maids were on their knees, praying to the Old or New Gods, some to save their queen... Others... Perhaps not. For a moment, she thought she might back out, that she would leave without taking another step inside that room. No, she told herself, you must see this for yourself. She swept by them, pushing open the door to Cersei's chamber. No one noticed her entry, the two maester's at the foot of the bed conversed in soft, somber tones, their expressions dark. Maids gathered around the bed on either side, their clothing stained with blood, their faces tracked with tears. And then, there she was, the once golden queen laying there in her grand bed, face pale as death itself.

Sansa quietly approached the side of the bed, only then drawing notice from anyone in the room. Cersei's green eyes opened as her head swiveled to face her, lips moving in a silent plea, words that Sansa could not hear. The swollen bump of her abdomen was hidden beneath the draping silk, but even those were stained with blood. It was as she'd thought only a day earlier, the child would not live. And now it was clear to her, neither would the mother. Then she spotted it, a cot on the far side of the bed, where a small bundle was neatly wrapped. Surely within a child lay, a child that never even drew a single breath, a child born far too soon. She made to step back from the bed but she felt a touch to her hand; looking down, it was Cersei grasping for her, lips again moving with words that she could not hear. Leaning down, Sansa placed her ear as close as she dared to the dying woman, to hear what very well could be her final words. Me? She's going to speak to me? Sansa thought, but pushed the thoughts away as she listened to what it was Cersei was trying to say. "A... Girl... Was it... A girl?" Cersei's words cut her like a knife and Sansa drew back, looking up towards the maester's that had heard their queen's whisper. One of them shook his head and then Sansa turned back to look into those fading green eyes. No, Sansa heard herself say, drawing back up to her full height as Cersei smiled, a laugh dying on her dry, chapped lips. And so I was wrong... So very wrong. Cersei closed her eyes then and drew a final breath, every ounce of fight leaving her body in that very moment.

And that was when Sansa left.

She backed away from the room as the maids began to cry in earnest, more than one falling to her knees at the queen's bloody bedside. The moment she was in the corridor, Sansa began to run, faster than she had ever run in all of her life. Down the halls and towards the main double doors, uncertain where she would go, but knowing anywhere would be better than here. Pushing past the doors, she stumbled out into the afternoon sunshine, the warmth of it unable to bring her any sense of comfort at all. She slowed to a walk and to a hault as she came upon the five men, all with their stark white cloaks, all with swords strapped to their hips. It was the men that remained of the queen's guard, men that would harm her without a second thought. Breath catching in her throat, Sansa took a step back, wondering if perhaps she'd been safer inside the Red Keep... But now it was too late.

The first man was approaching her, a hungry look in his eyes that Sansa had seen hundred's of times in a man. Fear clutched at her and she turned to make a run for it, but he grabbed hold of her arm before she could go, pulling her hard towards him. A fist connected with her abdomen seconds later and the very breath was knocked from her lungs as she collapsed upon the dirt. She had been here before, hadn't she? Too many times to count. Another hit came, this one in her side, sending her sprawling across the ground. "The queen bid us not to harm you, but now there's no queen." It was a second man that spoke, this one coming closer to reach out and take hold of a fistful of her hair, yanking her back up onto her feet. "But rumor is that you're as good as the Queen in the North... I ain't never been with a queen before, have you men?" The three other men laughed as they all crept closer, agreeing that no, they had never before. Sansa felt her heart skip a beat. This couldn't happen to her.. Not again... Not again! She fought back against the man holding her, his grip now on her arm, but no matter how hard she pulled she could not get free. A second man approached and his hand gripped the shoulder of her gown, tearing it away from her body. The third man was there too, closing in on her as Sansa began to shout, kicking and flailing with all of her might, blue eyes a frenzy as the last of the men circled her. A fist caught her in the mouth, another in the side, all the while the other two tore at her borrowed gown, making every attempt to tear it from her very body.

And then, they all heard it. The sound of galloping horses, the sound of someone come to save her.

Jon could see her up ahead, there in the courtyard of the Red Keep with five men around her. She was struggling against the one holding her and Jon could see her gown was torn, a sign that one of them had put his hands upon her in such a way that enraged him more than he thought possible. With the others thundering along beside him, they swept across the courtyard, breaking apart the five men that had suddenly abandoned Sansa, leaving her there to tumble into the dirt. Leaping from his horse, Jon unsheathed his sword and at once lunged at the nearest of men, the one that had been holding fast to her when they'd rode up. And just like that, a battle had erupted in the courtyard, for even Davos had taken up his sword against a man in honor to fight for the girl that was hunched over on the ground, doing her best to catch her breath and calm her racing heart.

It took him only three more slices before the man was cut down, slumping onto the ground as he gagged on his own blood, clutching at his wounded throat. Jon turned then, his eyes finding Sansa's as she looked out at him from where she sat, the gown she wore in pieces. "Sansa," he whispered her name before he began to run, racing towards her and throwing himself down before her. "Sansa!" He felt her a moment later, his arms winding around her as she threw herself into them, her body quivering as she buried her face into his shoulder. He held onto her as tightly as he dared, breathing in her sweet, familiar scent, the sounds of steel against steel the only other noise in the background as one by one, the queen's guards fell beneath his comrades blades. And then... It went silent.

Only then did he pull back from her, holding her at arm's length; he could already see the bruise upon her face, the blood on her lip. "I can't believe you're here," she whispered, her blue eyes shining as they filled with tears. Jon reached out a hand, thumb catching a tear as it slipped free, his lips curving with the smallest of smiles. How was it that he was always there when she needed him most? And not just Jon, she could see all of the others too, the ones that had come to save her from King's Landing. Arya stood just a short distance away, a strange look on her face, but Davos was smiling faintly, as if he'd always known the truth.

"I made you a promise, didn't I?" Jon's voice brought her back and Sansa looked back to him, only to see he was still yet smiling. "I will always protect you, Sansa." He had meant it back then, that vow of protection he'd offered her. Not just against Ramsay, but against anyone who might do her harm. At his words, Sansa was smiling too, before she plunged back into his arms, burying herself as close to him as she possibly could. It was only a few minutes later that he bid her to rise, drawing her up with him. Ser Davos was there then, draping her in his own cloak before offering her his arm, slowly taking her towards Jon's own horse that stood several yards away. Brienne and Arya met them there, Sansa embracing first her younger sister, holding onto the smaller girl for a long moment. And then she was forcing Brienne back onto her feet, for the tall swordswoman had knelt onto the ground at her feet, clearly shamed by Sansa's kidnapping.

Jon watched as she walked away from him, as she met with the others that she loved, knowing he had done as he'd promised. But it wasn't over yet. This was his life. She was his life. He followed the path he'd been born for- no, that he'd been reborn for, and it all led right back to her. And so he walked towards her again, to where Ser Davos was helping her up onto the horse's back and he climbed up behind her. "Lean on me," he whispered against the shell of her ear and he felt her body a moment later, her back against his chest as she settled into place against him. "Let's go home." He said to the others, all of whom had climbed back onto their own horses, all ready to make the journey back home.

Back to Winterfell.

[ x x x ]

It was days later and Jon found himself to finally feel like normal again. After fighting the army of the dead, traveling to and from King's Landing, as well as fighting again, he had found himself to be beyond exhausted. The only thing that had kept him going on the return to Winterfell was Sansa, who rode without complaint even as the bruises began to darken, even when she could not sleep from the nightmares that plagued her yet again.

The moment they had rode through the gates of Winterfell, it was to cheers and joy. The Northern lords and peasants alike had gathered within the gates, cheering the arrival of their Lady of Winterfell and all the others they owed their lives to. Jon had caught sight of Daenerys even, high in the tower that overlooked it all, her pale face peering down from a single window. But even that was days ago and he'd not yet even seen the Dragon queen, he could not even say if she still yet remained in Winterfell. It was as he had told her- he cared not who sat upon the Iron Throne.

Rising from his bed for the first time, Jon dressed in the clean clothes that had been laid out for him and left his chamber, his feet taking him the familiar path to Sansa's. But, it took only a quick glance inside to see that she was not there and at once his heart was fluttering fast. He made his way down the halls but still could not find her. At least... Not at first.

He found her on the upper walkway with Ghost, looking out over all of Winterfell. She was dressed warmly, her fur cloak draped across her shoulders, the gown beneath it a deep and somber shade of blue he'd never before seen her wear, but recalled it being a color Catelyn Stark had often worn. She looked so beautiful standing there he could not help but to stand and stare a moment longer than he meant to. "Sansa," finally he spoke her name as he approached, the sound of his voice catching her attention. Her smile was radiant as she reached out a gloved hand to touch Ghost's head a moment before the direwolf came towards him, rubbing his head against Jon's knees. He ran his own hand along the wolf's neck and spine, thankful he still yet had his companion, though he'd seen little of the direwolf since his return. Ghost had committed himself to Sansa in the same sort of way Jon had it seemed. "How are you?"

Sansa regarded him for a moment longer before she turned back to face the vast expanse of space that was Winterfell, her gloved hands falling into place upon the stone before her. "I'm home," she said simply, her lips curving with a smile. "We're home." She clarified then, turning back to face him, the wind catching her long red hair. Jon could not help himself from reaching out, tucking a strand behind her ear, his fingertips trailing the length of her jaw as he drew his hand back. She caught his hand then, giving it the softest of squeezes as she stepped a little closer, the gap between them minimal at best. She heard him say her name, so softly that she thought she might have imagined it, but he was smiling as she leaned in, almost hesitantly, catching his mouth with her own.

Jon took her into his arms the moment he felt her lips find his and suddenly there was no gap between them at all. He returned her kiss with every ounce of passion he could muster, wondering just how long he'd truly been waiting to do this. As he drew back a few moments later, it was to cup her cheek with his palm, her blue eyes finding his as her hand slid into place over his. And then he said the only words that seemed to make sense.

"We're home."

And now, all would be well.

#jonsa #jon snow #sansa stark #game of thrones #jonsa fic #my writing #i wrote this #got fanfic #cersei lannister

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espship18 · 5 years

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Kpop ship for Sarah anon

Hey guys! So, I have a ship here for an anon that goes by Sarah (: We have a big ship in for us today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy <3

Based off your request, I used these characteristics to help me ship you:

You are 5′ 10

You have a very energetic and silly personality

Your love language is touch

You can be a bit sarcastic

You also love to cook, bake, and eat

And in your request, you have been asked to be shipped with Astro, NCT, SF9, and Seventeen! I hope you’re excited, I am, let’s do this.

Astro: MJ

You two are the cutest goody couple ever- you’re too cute for words! You and MJ would have that type of best friend love and if you guys have to be serious, you do it in the funniest way you possibly can- bottom line, you just wanna have fun together. First thing I think of when it comes to you and MJ is that MJ loves to prank you. MJ is a huge jokester, right? He would know how to push all your buttons, and he would also know how to frustrate you enough, and he’ll pick at you too because he’s a little shit. However, you can equally get back at him. Getting payback on MJ isn’t hard, you can easily get him back by scaring him- we all know he’s a scardy cat. Then sometimes, pranks go wrong. I can see you two being very clumsy when you’re together. You both are so into the moment that a lot of the time you lose your balance or you trip over your foot, and the prank is failed because you blew your cover, or one of you accidently tripped and unintentionally ruined the prank. Although the prank was failed, you to are still there laughing your cute little butts off, because you’re such goofs, and literally ANYTHING can make you laugh- failure or success. Moving right along, I thought of this and it made my heart sing. Because you two are so goofy and happy together, your goofiness can rub people the wrong way and they’ll have a negative connotation of you and MJ. And don't you ever worry for a second about people judging you bc boyfriend super hero MJ is gonna come in and shut those haters down and make your heart go uwu. He let’s people know you can be in love and be goofy together. Love is in the eye of the beholder, right? So it’s no one’s business to judge, and MJ will let people know that, and it’s so sweet. A cute little inside joke I can see you and MJ having is height, idk why, but I think it’s sweet. I also can see MJ liking to draw little caricatures of you when you’re not looking- he just likes to doodle. Date nights are always a last minute thing. You both like the surprise of last minute date nights and date nights are always determined by how you feel. PDA and skinship is everything to you and MJ. I seriously believe that both your and MJ’s love language is touch so here we go. Imma talk about his signature moves btw. MJ would LOVE to come up to you from behind and give you back hugs. MJ would also give you a little peck on the cheek from behind. Jaw kisses are also big with you two. It’s super cute to do when you’re laying down and snuggling. Lastly, you two hold hands- a L O T.

NCT: Lucas

Okay so, I didn’t want to go with the most hyper member of the groups you have requested, ya know-diversity. However, I do think Lucas is a good fit for you. Lucas is a little shit head, so be prepared for teasing and smart ass Lucas. Of course, he’s not being a complete asshole, that is never his intentions, it’s just playful banter. If anything, Lucas likes to pick at your quirks, such as if you take too long in the bathroom or a specific way you cook your food in the microwave. I want to say this- a big part of your relationship is surrounded by food. We all know that Lucas is a big boy- so needs a lot of fuel to food is always in sight and smell. Something that I think would be super cute if you were to surprise Lucas with food. You’d cook for Lucas so much, cooking out become a second love language. Let’s put cooking on hold for a little bit and let’s talk about why Lucas would be whipped for you. Lucas would be that type of boyfriend that would bend over backwards for you and he would do anything he could to make you happy. I think it would be super cute if Lucas would call you two a team. You and Lucas would be extremely loyal to each other, as a team should be. You and Lucas would always be there for each other, and you two are there for each other when it counts. You’re the shoulder to cry on, your the sunshine on a rainy day, you two have each other and you’re not a team without each other. I also think it would be super cute if Lucas would admire your height. At first, he would think that he would prefer having a shorter girl, to like do cute short things with, but in fact, he was the complete opposite. You would fit perfectly in Lucas’ arms, but he could still look down at you so Mr. Wong is happy. Date night is always about food. This is a continuation about food in your relationship btw. The most difficult parts of your relationship is finding out where to get food for date night. You two would have so many options when it came to restaurants, let alone the next decision as to whether or not you two would order in or actually go out. Normally, you and Lucas would settle the decisions by rock, paper, scissors- which you would win by the way. Lucas would always pout bc he hates to lose lol. PDA wise, Lucas holding you in his arms is one of his favorite things ever. To be honest, whether or not you’re laying down or standing in the middle of the apartment, Lucas would enjoy having you in his arms, slightly swaying back and forth. Lastly, Lucas would love hiding his face in the crook of your neck. And he would always give you little pepper kisses there. (:

SF9: Jaeyoon

Glow. The first thing I think of with you and Jaeyoon is glow. You two have such bright and shiny personalities, you’re always shining with big ol’ smiles on your faces. I also believe that you two would compliment each other nicely whether it be emotionally or aesthetically. Again, you’re getting another jokester, so you both joke a lot. One big joke that would surround you two would be his butt. As we know, Jaeyoon loves his butt, so you can easily make jokes and poke fun at him. You always take opportunities to be like “ damn, that ass” and smack it. But, Jae would get you back, so like, do not underestimate him. He would easily walk back by you and smack it with a grin on his face like, “damn, that payback.” Moving right along, I believe that Jaeyoon would be that type of boyfriend that would gush about his partner. Jae would be smart about talking about you, he wouldn’t want to get obsessive and annoy anyone, but he always takes the opportunity to talk about you- because he loves you so much. And like, there will be times where Jae will get this little smile on his face and he’ll become the best boyfriend of the year. Wanna know how he becomes the best boyfriend ever? He’ll keep you in his head all day. Then when he’s on his way home, he’ll stop by a little shop, get you some flowers, your favorite food/snack, and he’ll come home to you. Jaeyoon is easily one of the most thoughtful people you’ll ever meet. He’ll always have his mind on you. He’s the type of guy that sends good morning/night texts, and he loves to video call you anytime he gets caught up in work or you’re busy with something and you’re out of town. And Jaeyoon would never admit it, but he loves pillow talk. He loves laying in the dark with your hands together, your back up against his and talking about your day. Talking about your relationship. He loves it so much. You two also have that type of relationship where you two simply enjoy the company of each other. You don’t need big fancy outings or carefully planned date nights to enjoy each others company- you two have each other. This leads me into PDA. So you and Jaeyoon would have casual PDA, but it always packs a punch. The way you two kiss each other easily becomes second nature and sometimes Jae’s kisses leave butterflies in your tummy every time. Jae would also get into these little spirts where he loves having a hold of you. And when I mean having a hold of you, he’ll hold your hand out of habit, or he’ll hold your arm and rub the pad of his thumb on your forearm.

Seventeen: Seungcheol

Okay so, Seungcheol is a whole king and you would be his queen. I can see Coups taking one look at you the first time he’d meet you and he’d want to know more about you. He would have a great amount of interest in your energetic personality, I think that would lure him in the most. I also feel like Coups would like your sense of humor and he’d easily pick up on your quirks. Overall, I think Coups would fall for you very easy, and once he really feel comfortable with you, he’d be in love with you. One characteristic that I like to take in account with Coups would be with protective- and golly gee would he be protective over you. Coups would always tell you that you had a special aura around you- it’s nothing but good vibes and positivity. Coups would never want that light to go out, so like, he will go off on a hoe to keep you happy and defend your honor, you never have to worry about that. Coups would also lean on you for emotional support. Coups is a strong guy, we know he can handle a lot of pressure and emotions, but he’s a human, he has to let out his emotions sometimes. The strongest guys can be the most sensitive, so Coups would always come to you and you’d always offer a shoulder to lean on, or you’d provide humor when he needs it most. Also, Coups would also like be in love spending time with you. Any time that you would come and visit him at work or you’d be home alone together, Coups would have this loving look in his eyes, and he would never want to take his eyes off of you. Coups would also LOVE naps with you. He secretly loves being snuggled during naps, but he just loves naps. Okay, Coups is such a cheesy guy, so like, you’re gonna have couples outfits. They’re grown up couples outfits though, not like the cheesy cheesy neon hoodies like you’d find at the beach, but full out outfits that coordinate with each other. He also loves to post your outfits on Instagram. Then the captions to those pictures are always about you. Whether it’s something silly you’ve said or him saying I love you, they’re always about you. Coups would be the king of date night. Cooking is always a must and baking the dessert is your couples specialty. Cooking the dessert is always messy bc you two are just so clumsy, but the end result is always amazing. Lastly, PDA wise, Coups is also a king at PDA. He would hold you in anyway he can. When Coups would hold you, he’d hold you tightly, but tenderly and he’d always love to tell you how much he loves you. <3

~STA

#sarah anon x idol ship #kpop #kpop writing #kpop ships #kpop reactions #shipping blog #astro #NCT #sf9 #Seventeen #astro ships #nct ships #sf9 ships #seventeen ships #mj #lucas #jaeyoon #seungcheol #s.coups

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jackymedan · 6 years

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5. Crunchy or gummy foods?

I think probably gummy, I’m more into candy than potato chips usually for example.. I’m not much into food making sounds in my mouth (otoh I also bite on hard candies instead of letting them melt like a normal person so idk, maybe it’s just that I’m more into sweet things than salty/savoury)

7. What’s your morning routine?

tbh... atm it’s usually after my first alarm goes off (I set 2 about 30 minutes or more apart) I usually check things on my phone, and I try to get those things done before the second alarm goes off which is when I’d *like* to get out of bed, but usually I end up snoozing the second alarm 34567 times and stay in bed waaaay too long (sometimes because I’m still on my phone and sometimes because I just keep falling back asleep).. my morning “routine” is.. pretty bad atm..

10. What do you like about being autistic?

sometimes it’s hard to differentiate which parts of my personality/traits are because of my autism and which are because of adhd, but... I like how intensely I can enjoy and emerge myself into my special interests, like.. sometimes it’s not very convenient that I have so little control about what I’m into at which time (so when I was in college I ended up getting completely side-tracked) but it’s really nice to be able to like things this intensely.. like, my entire room is one big homage to all of the things I like, every direction I look there’s something that makes me happy :))))

14. What are your favorite stims?

the thing I do most probably is the classic ‘wiggle/bounce your leg up and down’ thing.. sometimes I rock back and forth and flap if I’m excited (but sometimes the rocking bit also helps keep me awake if I’m tired).. other than that I think I’m very into visual stims (hello colour palettes and pretty pictures lol I have an entire “colours!’ tag and folder on my computer for a reason haha)and I like pressure stims a lot too (I’m one of those people that can’t sleep without a blanket on me), I often kind of press my abdomen against the edge of my desk while I’m on my laptop, and I sometimes wear a blanket around my waist that creates a bit of tightness (but only if it’s not too hot) and/or a heavy blanket around my shoulders in the winter..lastly I think sometimes certain songs can be kinda stimmy too? at least they certainly help me focus better if I listen to them while I’m drawing.. idk

#lalalameme #thank you for asking :)))#theniftycat

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nikelyzed · 6 years

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JSeries Festival 2017 Report

Jakarta, 9th December Upperroom Annex Building 10th Floor

First of all sorry this report was written on broken English because I do believe it’ll be a total fiasco if I wrote it in Indonesian, trust me Please forgive me if there’s any grammar / spelling mistakes (´;ㅿ;｀) Also, taking photos was strictly prohibited when the talk show started inside the venue, that’s why I only have 4 badly taken photos on the photo session for the report orzz

If you’re looking for certain guest artist report please just scroll down because it’s gonna be a poorly written long ass report LMAO

This is the shortest dead-lined trip I ever done in my life, like it’s less than 2 weeks & I almost surrender because of office deadlines were crammed up into 4 days Also my phone was broken when the announcement was out Jakarta is a complicated place & I’m hella afraid straying there all alone, but luckily I have some friends who offer me place to stay ｡ﾟ(ﾟ^o^ﾟ)ﾟ｡

Special thanks to Maya & Shadent who let me stay at their place [and I still feel bad kicking Maya from her bed LMAO I’m so sorry orzz]

December 8th 2017

So the day before I was going to Jakarta, I woke up at 4am to pack my stuff but still almost late for the train departure LOL The train supposed to depart at 7.35am & I just arrived at the station at 7.20am I was running around like an idiot I swear 😂

I arrived in Jakarta at 11am went to the ticket venue as soon as I can I met with friends I already know & some new friends, which I forgot--😂 They even let me touch their bromide collection [& took photo of it gsxcvjgacxg]

I’m screeching like an idiot when I saw SatoKiyo bromide because-- do I need to explain this part??? ((유∀유|||))

After exchanging email reservation with the ticket & having lunch, we went to karaoke & I almost lost my voice in the process

At night I really want to bang my head because I’m contemplating whether I should draw a gift for Ogotan or not since there’s no announcement of gift box for guest artist & I forgot to ask the staff about it too orzz But I decided to draw art gift for him in the night yet unable to finish because I was too sleepy, exhausted, & nearly heat-stroked because Jakarta heat is never a joke to begin with If you’re weak against sun-heat like me please bring umbrella / hat & put as many sunscreen & sunblock as you can, I mean it

December 9th 2017

The next day I woke up at 4am sharp but was shocked to my spine because Maya was sleeping on the floor instead on the bed (´･_･`) Since we both still sleepy we decided to continue sleeping again but now it’s my turn to sleep on the floor ofc

We woke up again at 7am & doing satan speed preparations because the traffic is gonna be nasty if we’re late for real

We managed to arrived on the venue at 9am something I took a shortcut to get to the empty spot because my bag is hecking heavy & I can’t wait to sit, this resulting to the gate-border-thing to snap & fall, sorry security-san I’m too eager orzz

After that we sit on the line until open gate time I spend my time rolling around back & forth to some friends while waiting I even can continue the gift for Ogotan & finished it on time Since we forgot to buy envelope for the fan letter I decided to sacrifice my red folder file to contain all the letter for Ogotan

I swear I was nervous as heck when people start staring at it like hjvghcvaxhjdvvf no I’m not cheating on Ryuji this is just a normal gift yet some people still teasing me about it until now ((유∀유|||))

Oh I also met friends from previous karaoke session Alchemilla, Caneera, Kuyo, Maya, Evelyn, Salfa, Shadent, Nopi, Ika, Nindita, Nadya, & idk the rest please remind me because my memory was as bad as Higekiri or even worse--- ┏( .-. ┏ ) ┓

2:45pm Open Gate

We’re running a little bit late from schedule but finally we entered the hall I got the first row seat on the middle wing, I sit on the left side right across to the press chair row on the left wing Never have I felt so blessed before, it’s so close to the stage I swear I can even jump over the fence if I want to, but of course I won’t do that la I still have some sanity intact

The rest of this report was based on my memory so please kindly tell me if I made any mistake over the schedule / what the artist said or do OK? |ω･`)

The MC was Hiroaki Kato [the cool & kind oyaji] also a pretty lady who I failed to remember her name oops sorry (´･_･`)

In the opening we have many dorama screenings, & if you’re curious the list of dorama can be found here

Saso Yuki fangirl section

The first guest artist to appeared was Saso Yuki the P*cari Sweat girl on youtube I never think she will be this pretty up close I swear she’s prettier IRL, the photo / video you saw were nothing hvfkacvxgyuedf (///﹏///).｡oஇ

She greets & introduces herself in Indonesian. The rest of talk show was about acting & stuff. She also talk about the making of P*cari Sweat TVC Yuki Saso hope Indo & Japan can have greater relationship in the near future

IDK if it’s just me, but when I was too busy gaping like a fish & stare at her for solid minutes, she look at my direction and waved and smiled so bright AND I JUST DIED HDVGSHHJVCSJBC I swear she’s sooooooooo sooooooooooooooo pretty that you could melt when she’s smiling LOL I forgot things she said since I was dumb-strucked by her beauty

After that we had another screening time

Nano fangirl section

The next guest artist to perform was Nano She’s also gorgeous up close & she’s very happy to perform in Indonesia since she was cancelling her previous concert in Jakarta due to some circumstances She also told us that the venue her concert supposed to be held was this exact venue we’re sitting on & we’re going “whoaaa” in unison

When Nano was going to sing, the sound system died--- The audience was very supportive & cheer her up with kind words The Nano support team was amazing, you guys rocks! (≧∇≦ ) If I’m not mistaken Nano sing “Savior of Song” & “The Crossing” It was amazing performance, we stand & sing along together

Next we have another screening time

Isomura Hayato & Yahagi Honoka fangirl section

After screening time, there’s guest artist arrived & I scream on top of my lungs because I thought it was Ogotan But false alarm, It’s actually Isomura Hayato from Kamen Rider Ghost & I still screamed anyway ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`) This talk session was also attended by Yahagi Honoka-chan & I was dumb-strucked by another beauty LMAO Seriously she’s so cute up close (灬ºωº灬)♡

Their first impression of Indonesia was it’s hot but they both like it since its freezing winter on Japan Both talk a lot of things, about acting & stuff. Both were asked if there’s drama collaboration with Indonesia will they interested or not but of course the fans said the deadpanned big big no since Indonesia soap opera quality is kinda-- well-- you decide la--😂

I don’t remember what they talk because I forgot to take notes of it But there’s this section when Hayato-kun asked why he become a Kamen Rider, he said it’s his dream to protect girls [he clearly said ‘Josei’ here] Hiroaki-san teases us “Who want to be protected by Hayato-kun?” And this dork whose name is Hayato-kun just casually stretch his hands out to audience direction while nodding, like offering a hug Of course the fangirls roars the signature “KYAAAAAAAA” including me Who don’t want to be protected by a handsome guy anyway?? (//∇//)

Another funny thing, when I was staring right into Hayato-kun [he’s so gorgeous IRL I swear] idk if he realized I was staring or he’s actually looking at the press which is right across my seat-- He look at my direction A LOT & I pretend to stare at Honoka-chan, this happened many many times it feels awkward LMAO o)-(;;; I keep chanting “Hayato-kun please don’t look over here, just lemme enjoy your gorgeous face peacefully”, but he keep looking at my direction once in a while Oh well, considered it blessings ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

When the times up we had another screening TADAAAAAH it’s YOWAPEDAAAAAAA I was soooooo prepared to see Ogotan but since I can see towards the backstage entrance it’s actually a female silhouette walking to the stage

AND DAFUQ IT’S ACTUALLY YUKI KATO LMAO 😂 😂 😂

Being a country field person I’m, I still scream because she was also one of my childhood fav actress on Heart movie since she’s so cute & relatable as duck LMAO

She talked a lot about acting, awards she won in Japan, & so on The funny part is, when she was asked what kind of movie she like to watch she gesture “mampus gue” with her lips which can be roughly translated as “sht I’m screwed” 😂

No worries Yuki-chan, we understand that fangirl feeling, really 😂 😂 😂

After talk with Yuki-chan, the kameko-ninja-guy set some band property so I relax a little, thinking it was Rei performance

Never been I’d be so wrong in my life

Ogoe Yuuki massive fangirl section

When Hiroaki-san announce the next guest artist I nearly fell of my chair because FINALLY OGOTAN APPEARED HOLYDUCKXVHSVKVXHTXAKOZ

I wonder if I actually died on the spot because Ogotan look so gorgeous & cute & pure & angelic idk man I’m wheezing my life out (´×ω×`) He wore a suit which has the same color as my attire & I got teased again orzz

First he was greeting us with a broken Indonesian along with a sheepish smile His jumbled face when he ask Hiroaki-san how to read the Indonesian language, it was soooo so cute, so pure, so angelic, so fluffy hhhnnnggghhhhhhh He continue the gibberish Indonesian greetings cutely which we all failed to understand, the audience went “???” & he also went a little “???” 😂

Its okay Ogotan, we still love you 😂

His first impression of Indonesia was it’s extremely hot ofc Hiroaki-san offered if he had any intention to bike around while in Indo But of course the Ogotan support team won’t let him, giving him the no gestures and chanting “dame-dame-dame” together 😂 We don’t want Ogotan to bike in these messy road & of course Indonesian sun is unhealthy for his flawless skin so NOPE ლ(ಠ益ಠლ WE SHALL PROTECT OGOTAN AT ANY COST!! - said someone

He talked about acting, dorama, and also butai. He explained to us the differences between dorama & butai, their specialty & so on For example is when he’s on Yowapeda butai he only use bike handle, while in dorama he need to bike for real

Between the talk he sends lots lots of heart gestures, both Korean heart finger sign & full fledged love hand sign toward the audience & there goes the audible “KYAAAAA” signature roaring from back to the front including me LMAO

He keep smiling & shooting heart & sending loves & waving & idk man

I feel so attacked when he look at a folder file I was carrying earlier I decided to showed it to him when he’s looking & making “it’s for you” hand gestures He smiled at me, HE SMILED AT ME FOR DUCK SAKE & SEND ME A FULL FLEDGET HEART SIGN WITH BOTH HAND & I JUST MELT IN THE NAME OF LORD I WAS NEARLY DIED LMAO ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇωஇﾟ)ﾟ｡

It’s hecking embarrassing so I just cover my face with the folder file but Ogotan seems to know I was a weakling & he keep shooting me heart sign & tilt his head cutely & I died again & again LMAO OGOTAN STOPPP I CAN’T HANDLE IT GXBXCHSGLGBLTFXGKHS

[I need to apologize to Ryuji later I swear]

He talks about a lot of stuff but I barely remember what he talk on stage since what I heard & remember were just "KYAAA KYAAA KYAA” from start to the end I kinda feel bad for Hiroaki-san because his translations were drowned between sea of fangirl screams ( ；∀；)

When the talk session time is up, there goes another fangirl scream, the saddest one you’ll ever heard, it feels like you just kicked a kitten / puppy

I was also started crying without I realize because I always cry when fangirling By I mean crying was rolling literal tears from my eyes because I’m a weakling to every people I adore including actors, singers, whatever

Here comes the angst I’m so so sad because we only can see him for about 15 minutes & after that idk when will we can see him again so I started crying for real but inaudible one ofc

By the end of the talk, Ogotan said something like : “Thank you for loving me. It was my motivation & it supports me to keep going on. Thank you very much & please take care of me too in the future”

I don’t remember the exact thing he said but he does say ‘Aisarete’ something something & on here my friend who understand Japanese better was already bawling ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

AND CAN YOU GUESS WHAT?? HE LOOK AT MY DIRECTION AGAIN & SEND ME ANOTHER HEART SIGN & OF COURSE I WAS CRYING EVEN MORE LA OMFG WHAT A WRONG MOVE OGOTAN LMAOOO CRYYYYYYYYYYY .˚‧º·(ฅдฅ｡)‧º·˚. He also kindly send me a “nakanaide” gesture with his lips & I’m sending him an OK sign while wiping my tears LMAO what am I doing with my life, really I started thinking if I’m being delusional & Ogotan never did any of these but please, just let me be 😂💖

After that Ogotan fangirl time was over & I’m still crying LMAO HAHHAHAH He keep shooting hearts & smiles so bright it can light up the whole universe The audience finally fall silent after he return to the backstage

After Ogotan talk is over, it’s Rei turn to perform At that time my soul was still flying & can’t even process what’s happening because my head hurts so much from too many screaming & crying LMAO

BUT TADAAHHHH there’s a surprise attack by the end of the event LMAO.

There’s actually some envelope attached at the bottom of each audience chair Inside each of the envelope there’s a name of guest artist written, there’re 10 envelope in total

7 of the lucky audience will get a board which autographed by the guest The other 3 was the luckiest mustard ever existed on earth who got a chance to take a photo with the guest artist LIKE (ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻ Since I’m bad in gambling of course I don’t get any la what do you expect

I can hear envy screeching from back to the front, in this segment finally we’re allowed to took some photos, & there’s a crowd photo from the stage too but IDK Press-san tachi, I’m waiting for the better photo here ( ˘•ω•˘ ).｡oஇ

I’m unable to took more than 4 photos because I was squished to the gate from back & it’s hard balancing phone with one hand so here comes the blurry quality photos I managed to snap between the chaos

While taking photos we managed to catch Yuki Kato attention Being the good fangirl we’re, we keep gesturing her “THIS THING IS FOR OGOTAN” while pointing at Ogotan continuously LOL She replied with hand gestures “How should I tell him about it???”

Ogotan seems realizing what’s happening & smiles to us cutely And the front row died again LMAO

I swear Yuki Kato is a fangirl in crime, thank you for helping us Yuki-chan! ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*

Finally, the event end for real ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`) I was running around to find a way to give Ogotan’s gift art & apparently there’s a gift box [which actually is a gift desk] prepared for it by the staff

We part our ways & I’m recharging my flying soul with friends, eating Yoshin*ya while contemplating whether is it a real life or just a fantasy

After that I went to Shadent’s home for resting, we watch some Kamen Rider episodes before finally collapsing on bed in less than 5 minutes LMAO

It was really a fun day, I’m having a great experience & I’m gonna cherish this memory forever ever ever and ever!! ｡✧*｡( ´∩•͈ω•͈∩` )✧*｡

Otsukaresamadesu JSeries Festival Jakarta! See you next time!! (｡•̀ᴗ-)و ̑̑✧

Please bring Ryuji in the next event, I beg you ((유∀유|||))

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Let’s Watch The Twilight Zone: Episode Fifteen

I Shot an Arrow into the Air

The netflix description of this episode is: “Three astronauts crash-land on what appears to be a barren asteroid. Gradually they turn on one another, until one man makes a shocking discovery.” Which begs the question: gee, I wonder what the twist will be? I bet even with the benefit of 57 additional years of media production and analysis since this episode aired, we’ll never be able to figure it out.

So let’s begin at the beginning, with the countdown to the launch of the Arrow I, the first manned aircraft to be shot into space, a feat four and a half years in the making. The countdown, Rod Serling helpfully informs us, to when “man shot an arrow into the air.”

Queue lots of footage cutting back and forth between the rocket launching and the control room. This is a great triumph! We did it!

Cut to, an unknown amount of time later, a man somberly writing “unreported” on the rocket tracking chart and the conclusion that the ship is lost. No one knows what happened; there was some interference, possibly solar, and then it was just gone.

The course was preset and the commander wouldn’t have deviated from it. So what the hell do we do now? Stare moodily up into the night sky and (mis)quote, “I shot an arrow into the air, it landed I know not where,” I guess.

If anyone knows the actual Longfellow quote: “I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to Earth I knew not where,” the elusive twist just gets all the harder to parse, don’t you think?

Anyway, we never see any of these scientist jerks ever again. Let’s get to catching up with our lost flight crew.

It consists of Colonel Donlin, regular guy Pierson, space creep Corey, almost dead Hudak, and 4 or 5 more deados. (Big crew.) They don’t know why they crashed; the last thing any of them remember is an explosion and the electrical system going out. Now they’re here, on what they believe to be an uncharted asteroid (all rocks and sand and nothing good at all obviously), with five gallons of water, minimal other supplies, and at least four and half years of spacecraft construction time between them and anyone coming to their rescue (assuming anyone knows where they are). It’s bleak, boys.

Corey is immediately furious about everything. He’s mad at Donlin for writing down what's happening (don’t waste your energy on writing and protocols old man, we need to live!) and at Pierson for wasting water on the dying Hudak. It’s so bad that at one point Donlin pulls Pierson to the side to basically ask him, wtf is Corey’s deal? Like, you were with him when the explosion happened, right? Did anything like specifically bad and/or evil happen to him? and Pierson just shrugs like, idk, man, I think he’s just a dick. (So I think we can rule out space possession as the twist.)

Donlin orders that they will keep giving Hudak water if he needs it (bc basic human decency) and that they will work in shifts digging graves for the deados (which, not to contradict Donlin who is obviously in right on most things as opposed to Corey, doesn’t actually seem like the best use of energy and resources in the middle of the day on this devilishly hot “asteroid” with no shade and barely any water but, whatever, take your power back Donlin–good thing you guys brought a fold-out space shovel with you), and then go explore.

They do find it curious that the sun is basically the same size on this asteroid as it is on earth (which means wherever they are in space they must be pretty close by) and that the air is fine to breath and that there’s no radiation to speak of. Pretty lucky to land somewhere that affords you the luxury of dying slowly, amiright?

(Hudak dies, by the way, while Corey and Donlin are engaged in a scuffle over space canteens.)

So, cut to space night, Donlin is lounging by a triangle-shaped gas-powered space fire, clutching a space gun, waiting for Corey and Pierson to get back from their investigatory trek.

Corey gets back alone and when Donlin questions him claims that he and Pierson split up to cover more ground even though Donlin ordered them to stick together. Corey went 12 or 15 miles one way and he’s not sure how far Pierson went towards the mountains, but gosh he’s exhausted, time to just plunks down, pull out my space canteen and begins drinking thirstily, letting half the water run down my neck because men are disgusting and Corey is the worst. This immediately raises Donlin’s suspicions, however, because how would Corey (who’s never been shy about taking as much water as he can for himself) have gone all that way and back and be so exhausted and hot and still have a mostly full canteen. He must have killed Pierson and taken his water!

Hahahaha, noooooo, I didn’t, Corey insists, on my way back I just FOUND him. Already dead. He must have hit his head on a rock or something? Anyway, I knew you’d never believe me, so that’s why I made up this ridiculous lie…

Donlin’s not having any of it, though. He uses his big space gun to take away Corey’s small space gun and frog marches Corey out into the desert to show him where he left Pierson’s body.

Of course, when they get there, Pierson’s body is no where to be found. He must have crawled off, he must not have been quite dead, Corey defends. Which only enrages Donlin more, Jesus Christ, Corey! Didn’t you do anything for him! Didn’t you even try! (Lol no, of course he didn’t–he either found his nearly dead body or [more likely] hit him over the head with a rock, took his water, and went on his merry way.)

Anyway, Pierson didn’t crawl off too far, and they find him a little ways away at the base of peak. Donlin tries to talk to him, help him, ask him what happened, but Pierson is incoherent with oncoming death. He merely wobbles his floppy head in the direction of the mountain peak, draws a couple of mysterious lines in the sand, and perishes.

Donlin immediately marches off towards the peak to find out what the fuck’s up and that’s when Corey realizes that in his rush of human compassion to get to Pierson before he died Donlin has thrown down his big space gun. So Corey, obviously, picks it up and shoots him dead. Right through the space canteen. You idiot. (He also monologues about how long one man versus two men could live out here and how Donlin would just have to forgive him because it was Donlin’s mistake to try to bring rules, and protocols, and morality out here into the far reaches of space!)

But now, with everyone else dead it’s Corey’s turn to make for mystery peak, egged on/taunted by the return of Rod Serling’s voice over: make tracks Mr. Corey, go, go, keep moving, push up, don’t give sanity the chance to catch up with you, nor the horror of what you’ve done, go on, you fucking jerk. I think this is the first time Rod Serling’s v/o has actually taken a part in the story sort of, not just as narration. It’s like inner monologue mixed with derision. It’s great.

So Corey gets to the top of the peak and starts yelling for Pierson (he’s dead, you fuck), and then talking out loud to himself. Because now he knows what Pierson was trying to tell them. What couldn’t wait two seconds before killing him. From the top of the peak you can see telephone lines (the squiggles drawn in the sand) and more importantly a road with cars, and a sign that says they’re only 97 miles from Reno.

These jerks never left Earth at all! (Can you imagine!?) It was all what Rod Serling breaks in again to inform us was a terrible practical joke, playing out as small human drama, here, outside Reno, Nevada, U.S.A, North America, Earth, The Twilight Zone.

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I’ve gotta say, even knowing from jump that these guys were almost certainly on Earth, it’s still an enjoyable episode.The 1960 conception of space gear is precious to behold and there was always the possibility that, even though they were definitely on Earth, they might have gone through a portal or something and been on past Earth (seen dinos over the ridge) or future Earth (a buried statue of liberty, Planet of the Apes style).

I don’t even necessarily think it’s the 57 years of intervening time that makes this a predictable outcome. The very last episode before this also featured an Earth/not Earth switcheroozee. But, here, the fact that they were just on regular old Earth with no real science fiction element at all, a few miles from salvation, is perhaps the cruelest outcome there could have been. Not bad, The Twilight Zone. Not bad at all.

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