#also all of us the day i first drew Napkin

[imagineanime2022]

MHA Characters W/ Underground Performer S/O

Dabi X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Keigo Takami X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyyy OMG LOVED UR LANA DEL RAY S/O AND I HAD AN IDEA. So basically it would also be with Dabi, Shigaraki and keigo but it's that reader works at like an underground bar and she sings Older by Isabel de La Rosa (And sounds like her too) and the guys are on a mission (seperate) and they get distracted by her singing and decide to talk to her after her performance.

Dabi

🔥 Shigaraki had sent it to the bar to collect the money owed to the league from someone who frequented the bar. 🔥 He wasn’t paying attention to the entertainment at first, that is until he heard you start singing. 🔥 “Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder.” He was drawn in by your voice alone but the moment that he saw you on stage as you performed involving the people in the front rows. 🔥 Dabi didn’t even realise that his target had walked into the bar deciding that he was going to talk to you before the night was done.

You had just finished your song, you hopped off of stage and headed to the bar where there was a drink waiting for you “You here all the time?” A deep scratchy voice asked, it almost gave you the impression that the cords creating it had been burned and when you looked over you realised why. “Well if it isn’t the infamous villain Dabi.” You said as you sipped from your drink “what are you doing here? Talking to little old me?” “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” He leant against the bar and you smirked. “I perform here all the time.” You answered “pays well and there are some colourful characters here.” “Mmm.” Dabi hummed “I’m just here on a mission.” “Looking for someone?” You asked as you began to write something on the napkin under your cup. “How did you know that?” He asked. “Well there was someone in here the other day bragging about how he managed to fool the League of Villains and I’m going to guess that he didn’t.” You explained. “He didn’t, the boss has asked me to get rid of him.” Dabi answered. “He's over there, you should get going before you lose him.” You teased, Dabi looked at you one last time before grunting and disappearing into the crowd but not before you slipped a napkin in his pocket with your number and a little message on it.

Dabi had just finished getting rid of the guy that Shigaraki had tasked him with getting rid of, he put his hand in his pocket to get out his phone but it brushed against the napkin in there instead, he frowned before pulling it out ‘come back and see me perform sometime or just call me, names (Y/N)’ the cheeky message written before the number that he assumed was yours so he quickly put your number in his phone before sending you a quick message.

What about a private performance?

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 Shigaraki was looking for recruits and Giran was busy, so he had to go looking for himself. Giran had pointed him to an underground bar that a lot of morally questionable people frequented. 🤚 Shigaraki didn’t see anyone that was worth recruiting and he had been there for a couple of hours now. 🤚 The swell of the music drew his attention to the stage where he lays eyes on you “Take the weight off your shoulders, think I need someone older.” he watched as you used your quirk for performance. 🤚 Seeing the way that you used illusions to make your performance a little more interesting, made him want you in the League and he would be damned if he missed the chance to pose it to you.

You walked over to the table where Shigaraki was sitting at “you wanted to speak to me?” You asked as you looked at him. “I want to offer you a new job.” He said as he gestured for you to sit down as you moved to do so one of the men walked past. “(Y/N) you want to come sit with me once you're done here?” He asked. “No, I don’t.” You answered as you sat down. “Who’s this your boyfriend?” He asked. “Leave now before I kill you myself.” Shigaraki spoke as you looked at him eyes widening, you hadn’t expected him to step in at all. As if realising who was sitting opposite you the man scrambled to get away from you disappearing into the crowd. “Thank you.” You said softly. “He was a piece of trash, he didn’t have the right to demand anything from you.” Shigaraki muttered as his eyes followed the man through the crowd. “You said that you had an offer for me?” You asked and he nodded. “I want you to join the league.” He answered. “Me? Why?” You asked. “I saw the illusion that you were using on stage, they could be helpful to us.” He explained. “Would I have to leave this job?” You asked. “I like performing here.” “Well this is a place primarily for villains so performing here shouldn’t be a problem, as long as you’ll be available when you're needed.” He shrugged. “Then I’ll think about it.” You said leaning forward in your chair “I’ll tell you what I’ve decided tomorrow, if you show up.”

Keigo Takami

🪶 Keigo was supposed to be there to get you out of the bar, you had been placed undercover in the bar while the hero’s association gathered info on the gang operating out of the bar. 🪶 He had seen you a handful of times so he knew who he was looking for but he had never actually seen you perform, he didn’t even know that was what you were doing down here. 🪶 When he got there, he was in casual dress, his feathers scattered around the place looking for the first sign of you or danger. 🪶 His eyes found you on stage the moment that he registered music “I know I'm younger as your lover, but I've always wanted a man.” He literally stopped in his tracks causing the person behind him to bump into him but he couldn’t care less as he watched you.

“You uh, you perform like that all the time?” Keigo asked as he leant against the bar next to you. “What are you doing here?” You asked, taking a more offensive tone to stay in character. “Nothing much, just looking to have some fun.” He answered with a shrug as he leaned forward speaking lower so that you were the only one that heard him “your mission’s done.” “Fun like what No.2?” You asked. “Oh I don’t know, is there anyone around here who can show me?” He asked, taking your drink from you and taking a sip before winking and handing it back. “You're lucky that you're good looking, I’ve crippled men for less.” You warned him drinking the last of your drink as he smirked. “Now, now don’t go making promises that you can’t keep.” He wrapped an arm around your waist as he looked around, no one seemed to be paying either of you any attention but even so he’d keep up the act “how about we get out of here?” “Sure.” You answered.

Once you were outside his feathers gathered to shape the legendary wings “you afraid of heights?” He asked. “No.” You answered. “Hold on tight.” He said softly before shooting off into the air. “What would you do if I said yes?” You asked. “Tell you to close your eyes and hold on tight.” He smirked. “You're actually the worst.” You rolled your eyes. “Well you promised me a good night and we don’t have to report back until the morning so what about getting to know me a little better?” He asked. “Guess that won’t hurt if you're going to be the one that saves me from all my undercover missions.” You shrugged. “I’d like to see you a little more than that.” He admitted. “Would you, We’ll see about that.” You smiled as he continued flying.

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[star--anon]

I'm bored, let's talk Thominho

1, 2 (not necessary to reading this one; they're all just scrambled headcanons)

Thomas draws in his spare time. Is just constantly doodling. Carries a ballpoint pen in his pocket everywhere he goes. Fancy restaurant? He's doodling the food on the napkin. Mountain hike? He's doodling the sunset on his hand. Car crash? He's doodling the wreckage on the airbag.

prefers charcoal drawings. He says everything's simpler in black and white.

There's hundreds of charcoal drawings of Minho in the attic (where Thomas works). Minho mutters that they're creepy, but his ears will also get really blushy whenever he sees one.

Minho doodles little mazes in his spare time. He's getting increasingly better at them (once bought a puzzle book for adults just to study how they drew mazes). His goal is to paint an entire mural, but he has to find the right design to paint first. Anything he's drawn so far, Thomas has cracked in under an hour.

Thomas secretly loves waking up and having Minho slap ten pounds of paper on his face like "Solve these."

The attic to their house has slowly evolved into their art studio. Minho goes up there to play bass guitar sometimes. Thomas can feel tremors in the walls when he does.

...Hmm.

Minho manages to live with it most of the time, but there are days when he wakes up and can't handle the disorientation of only being able to hear out of his right ear. Sometimes he slips on his hearing aids (he's not the biggest fan of that thing), and other times he puts in an earplug in his right ear and lets the rest of the world fall away. Then he scurries up to the attic and plays bass guitar for hours.

or he sits next to Thomas and half-daydreams half-watches him bloom a portrait from charcoal.

Thomas is a crazy bit in love with tea.

All their friends have, at some point, asked Minho what his boyfriend wants for Christmas/his birthday. Tea leaves. The answer is always tea leaves.

One time Minho brought home a cute teacup set from his work trip and Thomas basically tackled him with a hug

Minho tries to keep a backyard garden?? I can't get this out of my mind. Starts out nurturing little flowers and is fucking devastated when they die. Literally sobbing into his pillow T^T

just picture Thomas rolling up his sleeves aboutta throw hands with nature. He is going to garden the fuck out of them flowers

anyway Thomas and Minho now have a thriving backyard. Minho handles most of the physically challenging work like soil-turning and weeding and driving Thomas to the seed shops, meanwhile Thomas is researching how to stop plants from dying all the time

Flowers for bees 'nd butterflies, tomatoes, spring onions, etc.

Thomas makes the best soup. And yes, of course, they use their own home-grown ingredients. More than once, he has had to fight Minho away from the pot though.

"Minho it's not even done-" "Soup." "Let me at least put it in a bowl first-" "Soup."

Minho refuses to apologize. It's good soup.

#so self-indulgent #literally everything on here is either something I want or something I have lmao #I'm bored let's talk #Thominho #tmr minho #tmr thomas #maze runner #headcanons #I don't take constructive criticism because I'm not wrong

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Three.

(This takes place in S1E6, for reference)

She looked at the small thirteen on her wrist. They’d gotten matching tattoos on her last birthday in Albuquerque, 13 for the date they’d met - a normal day one August, walking out of her first day of high school in a new city.

Jesse had friends already, he’d grown up there. Ellie was new, lonely, bored already. She’d buried her parents two months before, moved in with her barely functioning grandmother into a decent apartment - the transition wasn’t so hard, Santa Fe was similar enough to Albuquerque.

But before him, she’d thought she would sleep through the four years before moving away for college, and suddenly she was completely immersed in the here and now of this desert city. Pinkman drew her aside one day in the parking lot and everything after was about a world made up of him and her. Everyone and everything else was background noise.

Now, in the hospital staff lounge where she was eating her shitty pre-packed lunch she stared at it. Wondered if he looked at it often too.

Was it always a dumb idea, a matching tattoo? Even if he wasn’t in her life the way he used to be, she knew he was a part of her forever. Maybe the best and worst part at once.

“Ellie?” a voice broke her out of her thoughts. One of the nurses.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Patient in room 304 is asking for you, Mrs. Ackermann.”

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw away the half of the sandwich she had left.

“Be right there.”

***

It wasn’t often that she went to the Oncology unit, but she saw his name and ran straight over.

A line of six or seven patients in comfortable reclining chairs sat along the wall. Mr. White was the next to last.

She walked over and sat on the empty chair next to him.

“Can I call you Walter now?” she smiled.

“Elena Sanders! What are you doing here?” he smiled back.

“I work here now.”

“I’m so glad, it’s so good to see that!”

“You shouldn’t be surprised I was the only A+ in your class.”

“Ellie, you were also dating,” he stammered for a moment, his face betraying something, though she couldn’t tell what.

“Pinkman?” she laughed.

“Pinkman,” he looked down at his hands and shook his head slightly.

“We broke up when I went to med school.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I’m glad you went. Regardless of, uh, Jesse.”

“Have you seen him around?”

“Have you?”

“A few times, but no, not really.”

“Oh, good, good. I mean, not like that, just, you know,” he waved his hand.

“Yeah,” she glanced down, and then gestured to the chemo bag, “well, how’s this going?”

“I guess you can imagine,” Walter sighed.

“More from my grandmother than from medicsl

school,” Ellie said, “I didn’t specialize in Oncology. But how are you feeling? How’s Mrs. White?”

“We’re fine, you know, it’s all a complicated process, but holding up.”

“If I can ever help you in any way, just let me know. I’ll give you my new number, you can also give it to Skylar.”

“Thank you, Ellie, really,” he said, nodding and smiling as she wrote down her number. “It was lovely seeing you.”

***

Jesse was in the RV when Walter slammed the door on his way in.

“You haven’t said anything about this to anyone right?”

“What the fuck man? No.”

“No one?!”

“Jesus, Mr. White, what the fuck? No, no one knows shit, why are you being all paranoid and crazy?” Jesse turned away, and mumbled “bitch.”

“I saw Ellie Sanders.”

“Where?”

“That’s not the point, Jesse.”

“Whatever, man, no, we barely talk.”

“Good,” he backed away.

“Good? Like you were always telling her in high school, good like she’s too good for me?”

“No, Jesse -“ he gestured with his hands, “good as in no one can know about this. About us.”

“Whatever, man. No one knows.”

***

Ellie went to see Mr. and Mrs. Pinkman again for the first time. It had all gone well, until when they were saying goodbye.

“I’m happy to see you so much, sweetie,” Diane had said, “and you know, when one day you meet a lucky guy I hope you bring him around.”

Ellie must’ve made a face.

“Oh, you know,” Diane went on, “Adam and I love Jesse. But he doesn’t deserve you. We know you’re too good to date him.”

“Right,” something snapped inside Ellie. “I’ll see you.”

She practically stormed down the driveway and into her car, turning the music loud before backing out of her spot and driving over the speed limit.

She ignored the turn towards her apartment and drove in a mad daze towards Jesse’s place.

Ellie knocked on the door loudly. She heard shuffling inside and knocked again.

A tired, disgruntled Jesse opened, rubbing the back of his head until he reacted to seeing her. He was wearing a yellow hoodie, his hair a mess.

She didn’t say anything, just wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed herself to him, kissing him violently. He reacted instantly, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut behind her.

He shrugged off his hoodie and put one of his arms around her waist, touched her hair with the other one, groaning already against her mouth.

It was faster, more intense than any time they’d kissed before.

She tossed off her sweater and he pulled off her shirt. They fell onto the couch, her legs straddling him. In between kisses and hair pulling, she took off his shirt.

She hiked her skirt up and he unzipped his jeans, and without taking anything else off, forgetting even to get a condom, she began riding him there and then.

“Fuck,” he moaned against her chest, “fuck, yes.”

She let out a loud moan as he pulled her hair, licked her chest.

Fuck being too good for him. If they really knew them they’d know it was the other way around.

#jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman x oc #jesse brba #jesse pinkman #brba oc #brba fic #brba fanfic #brba imagines #brba fanfiction #brba #saul goodman x reader #saul goodman x oc #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill x reader #jimmy mcgill x oc #jimmy mcgill #bcs fic #bcs fanfiction #bcs #bcs posting

[isawken]

so the thing is

the thing is i think about my sorry 20 year old ass taking dozens of mgs of stolen barbiturates in my one bedroom apartment luxuriously paid for by an excess of student loans playing spyro the dragon on my 11 year old playstation 2 slim living the young artist's dream just me and a cat and and memory loss skipping class to make mediocre art too high to self harm in the old fashioned "burn or cut myself" way so i didn't think the other stuff i was doing was all that bad and trying really hard to be a mediocre waitress at a mediocre faux-high-brow restaurant and finally after a month being honest with my therapist and her recommending, not telling, me to self admit to Forest View Psychiatric Hospital and i actually did because i didn't know what else to do and i got in there and they took my shoelaces and i cried for about 36 hours straight because what the fuck did i just do, until they finally gave up on the trazadone that just straight up was not working and gave me seroquel and i finally slept for a while and then just sat in the bedroom i shared with an 18 year old anorexic (who would soon ask to get transferred to the minor ward and they'd let her for reasons i'm still not clear on other than the assumption of empathy on the part of her assigned psychiatrist which is frankly hard for me to believe) because they didn't actually care if you went to the group therapies as long as you were somewhere visible for their regular 15 minute check ins but after the 3rd day of now-intermittent crying and 6 new medications and mediocre forced sleep i asked if i could take a nap in one of the quiet rooms and they let me and it was one of the best naps i ever had in my life and when i woke up i was in a great mood and my whole perspective had somehow shifted and suddenly this was a good thing i was okay with being here (i still have no idea how this happened) and i went to group therapy and i tolerated the others in therapy telling me the solution to my immense self hate was to trust that god loves me and i went to the art room and drew in coloring books with the others and chatted and a 19 year old taught me about the chemical compounds in mucinex that get you high and i got a new roommate who was also my age also bisexual and she was an opera singer and she knew danish and we chatted up a stereotypically intimidating-looking biker man who had a voice as beautiful as my roommate's and he told us as he was waiting for the single-shower room about the benefits of MDMA for trauma and how the best thing you can do when you're rolling is "the airplane" and a 48 year old pill popper mother of 4 taught me how to jam a plastic spoon into the shower button in your room so you don't have to keep pressing the button for water and a guy named zander told me a bunch of pun jokes and we started sitting together at lunch and one day it was chicken wings, like actually decent chicken wings, so he ate a bunch and then left the bones piled on his plate as he left to get another round and the woman sitting across from us leaned over, eyes honed on my face, and very gently asked if it would be okay if we could cover up the bones on our plates because it reminded her of her captivity by two men and subsequent torture, specifically when they shoved a broken handle through her foot and

and

and my reaction was, of course, to say yes yes, of course, it's no trouble at all, zander won't mind either, and he came back as we were talking, and i simply told him let's cover up our bones as i unfolded a napkin and draped it over his plate, and he nodded in immediate understanding, and i switched conversation topics to something light like oh where are you from what did you do before this what drugs did you take and it was an otherwise fine lunch as we all commiserated over our substance abuses and

and

and ever since then, even during subsequent life-changing mental breakdowns, it's never been as bad as that first one, because i think of her (i can't remember her name i wish i did she deserves me to remember her name) and i am grateful that i can look at a pile of chicken bones and be okay

as far as psych ward experiences go mine was pretty much as positive as one could get and i'm so lucky and i'm so grateful but

it wasn't until way after my experience that i learned that other psych wards gave their patients fun grippy socks.

i never got grippy socks. and even worse than that.

i never got my fucking shoelaces back.

#kenposting #this is hyper-personal stream of consciousness garbage i apologize in advance if u try to read this. there are like. four periods at most #cw for mentions of torture/self harm/drug use

[snezfics-n-shit]

Sicktember Day 18: "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold"

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Gregory Edgeworth, Winston Payne Notes: At the local bar, catching up with Winston Payne, Gregory Edgeworth reflects on not heeding the phrase he found himself saying more often than his younger self may have liked. Set in the January of 1999, so there’s nothing really spoiler-y going on because, well, the 90s in the Ace Attorney timeline is pretty much 90% births. Guide for names: Marie = Miles’s mother, Constance/Connie = Winston’s wife, Perrianne = Raymond’s mother. 

     As the new millennium drew another year closer, it was generally agreed upon in modern science that merely being cold is not enough to catch a cold. Gregory Edgeworth knew that, and he also knew how embarrassed he would be when his mother still held onto the misconception of purely cold-borne viral illness. Becoming a father seven years ago, however, changed Gregory's view on the matter a lot.

For starters, the warning of a common cold resulting from neglecting to wear proper outerwear now frequently passed his lips. Not a moment went by where he was completely unaware of how he once couldn't stand those very words, though. Perhaps, subconsciously, he found it to be more convenient than to scare his son with the harsh realities of hypothermia and frostbite; colds were easy to understand, hardly serious, and just unpleasant enough to be something one would rather avoid. 

Secondly, there was the small caveat that while cold temperatures were not the cause of the common cold, they did have enough impact on the immune system to make colds more likely. Combining the cold weather and Gregory's son attending a public school filled with all sorts of microbes that the human body would rather do without made for a good reason for Gregory to at least try following through with the words he now preached.

These things considered, Gregory was well aware of the mistake he had made in making his trip to the local bar without a proper coat. He could defend himself all he liked, insisting Payne’s invitation came so quickly that he hardly allowed himself time to check the evening’s weather, but it just didn’t matter once he sat at the bar, doing his damndest to keep his snuffles quiet.

“Winston!” Gregory waved his friend over, forgetting the napkin in his hand that was used as a last resort tissue. “I thought you’d be here first.” 

“Well, you know the missus. Connie wouldn’t let me leave without a coat.” Despite the words used to explain his late arrival, Winston made it clear in his tone that his wife’s advice was always much appreciated. “Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be wearing one? I always hear you telling your assistant to bundle up.”

“I guess it just slipped my mind.” Gregory answered honestly, fighting for dear life not to cough as he spoke. “Funnily enough, I told Miles and Raymond to bundle up if they were going to play outside just before I left. Kids come first and all that, though Raymond’s hardly a kid anymore.” 

“I understand.” Winston nodded. He and his wife didn’t have children of their own just yet, though they were actively trying, and therefore regularly had discussions often reaching a similar agreement. “Hey, Ray’s graduating high school in the spring, isn’t he? I think you told me his mom invited you to the party, too.”

“That’s right. Perrianne, er, that is,” Gregory’s face flushed as he started to correct the impromptu first name basis,  “Mrs. Shields is really going out of her way for this. I’d hate to make any assumptions here, but I think she deserves something nice to keep her mind off her late husband.” 

“Damn,” Winston couldn’t help but comment, “it really makes you think about what could happen, you know? Worst case scenario happening and leaving a grieving family behind?” 

“I try not to.” Gregory absentmindedly wiped his nose with the napkin crumpled up in his hand. “What with both my parents passing and Miles’s mother making it clear she never wanted to see me again.” He sank into a slouch. “That worked out for her, I suppose. I never heard anything from Marie after she dropped Miles off, and then four years later, I got a call from her father inviting me to the funeral. I’m pretty sure her entire family lives off the grid, so if anything were to happen to me…”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Winston exclaimed, eager to change the subject in order to save Gregory from the pit of worry that was pulling him in. “We’re just breaking into our thirties, we’re smart, we’re healthy–”

“E’SSHHOOUH!” Gregory’s sneeze was followed by him frantically grabbing another handful of napkins to clean himself up. 

“You give people’s hearts a good workout whenever you sneeze like that, Gregory. You do know that right?” 

“I’ve been told that from time to time, yes.” Gregory snuffled before giving a raspy laugh. “But you’re right. It’s too early to be worrying about such matters. My health has been pretty good.” 

“I don’t know, Gregory.” Winston raised a brow. “Sounds like you might be catching a cold.”

“What? No, I don’t think so. You know how long my hay fever goes on for.” Gregory’s excuse was rather flimsy.

“Gregory, it’s January.” Winston tsked. “Maybe I should have Constance call you up once in a while to make sure you wear your coat.”

Gregory wanted to laugh at the teasing suggestion, but his lungs obligated him to cough harshly into one of the already abused napkins he held. 

“E-Excuse me.” He said sheepishly before coughing again.

“That’s it. I’m ordering you a hot toddy.” Winston stated, clearly unwilling to take ‘no’ for an answer. “Heck, I’ll get one for myself, too. You’re probably contagious anyway.”

“Hey!” 

With no real energy to object, Gregory let Winston place the orders. Going to a bar was a rare enough occasion for him that he was actually surprised this establishment took the order without issue. Whenever he and Winston did go out, simply asking for beers from the tap just to serve as evidence against any accusations of loitering was fine enough. 

Once the hot beverages were placed in front of them, they both savored that first whiff of the drinks’ soothing scent. Even Gregory, whose congestion was gradually proving to be stubborn in allowing the registering of scents, found it to be quite pleasant.

“Well, cheers.” Winston initiated, but was disappointed when the clinking of glasses was followed by only him taking a drink. “What are you hesitating for?”

“Ah, you see,” Gregory scratched the back of his neck, “I have what Marie used to call a ‘cat’s tongue.’” He chuckled softly. “I’m not particularly eager to burn my tongue when eating or drinking.”

“How are you going to fully benefit from the hot toddy’s warmth then?” 

“I’m sure it–,” Gregory paused to clear his throat, “I’m sure it won’t lose its healing benefits if it cools off just a little bit.” 

Winston sighed in exasperation. 

“First you won’t stay warm by wearing a coat, now you don’t want to warm up by drinking a hot toddy while it still lives up to its name.” He teased. 

Gregory shook his head and proceeded to take a sip, burning his tongue in the process, just as he predicted. 

“Next time, I think I’ll just wear my coat.”

#snez attorney #my writing #my fics #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #Perrianne is a real name spellcheck is just mean

[filmsrus]

CREATIVE EXERCISE 2

Feeling: nostalgia

Sophie and I decided to make a short following a mum cleaning up after her 7 year old's birthday party while the kids play in another room. We wanted to capture the emotion a parent feels as their child ages - the fear of time slipping away - that they'll blink their eyes and soon their child will be leaving for uni - the urge to cherish every moment - for time to slow down. We talked about how this might be the mum's memory of the cleanup - a moment she remembers because its when she first had the massive realisation that her daughter is getting older.

We shot this on a Lumix GH5 II with a pair of tights over a 18-35mm zoom lens. We cut a hole in the middle of the tights which creates a haziness around the edges, whilst focusing nicely on the centre of the frame. There are certain takes where due to the lighting and aperture, the tights are more visible, we tried to make the effect as consistent as possible but we were on a time crunch so there is definitely room for improvement. However, I think the tights did us a huge favour - the soft focus is dreamy and feels nostalgic. It feels like a warm memory.

The sun was on the other side of our house and there was a lot of cloud cover which meant that the view from our window was just white. I think this however worked in our favour as the blown out background makes sense for this feeling of nostalgia - its like a memory where you can't quite remember what the weather was like that day.

I made a floor plan and we dressed the set together, Sophie mostly shot it as I had to act and then I edited it and figured out how to make the free sound of children playing muffled, as though its coming from a different room by playing with the EQ.

For lighting, because we don't have any professional lights, we used natural daylight and two warm lamps. One overhead and one pointing at the wall with the chalkboard as that part of the kitchen was in shadow, which created some shadows which were mostly annoying but also made for some interesting shots - such as my shadow on the chalkboard.

Below is our colour palette. We wanted to make things warm, bright and colourful.

For the production design, me and Sophie ventured out to the big sainsburys with a shopping list. We wanted to get all the essentials - balloons, paper plates and cups, napkins, and of course a cake, which we chose to be chocolate to make it as messy as possible. We got a few birthday cards too and I wrapped some cardboard boxes in gift wrap. I drew little kid drawings to put on the wall and Sophie cleaned our kitchen chalkboard and wrote Classic Mum Things on it - things like 'Lily Football Wednesday at 6' or 'buy OJ'. We had to make things look messy - we smeared chocolate everywhere, left soggy and half bitten sweets on the table, spilt dilutant juice on the table and knocked cups over. I even dipped my fingers in the chocolate icing to leave chocolate fingerprints on the cups (which was awful). We also found any childish looking bracelets or teddies or toys that we had around the flat and to make things look more lived in, we put fridge magnets on the fridge and plants in the kitchen.

Below is a photo of our kitchen before we got started

#on-set production

[transboysokka]

You have 8 tattoos? I love tattoos! Can you tell us about them?

hahahahaha will i ever! us gays, we love talkin bout our tattoos!

lmk if you wanna see pictures of any of them!!

My first tattoo was on my left ribs when i was like 19. it says something in hebrew and was a religious thing but i want to get it covered up

I have a compass on my left wrist. I had a VERY thought-out plan of what it was supposed to look like and its basically a reminder to me to keep moving forward in life but the artist really just did his own thing for it and it's ugly but i dont really mind

same artist for the compass did a really cool pointillism succulent on my right ankle but it just looks like a flower and healed pretty bad so it's real faded. but it looks fine i guess and i also dont really mind that it doesnt

i drew a picture of like a heartbeat monitor line that looked like mountains on a napkin at gay brunch in boystown in chicago when i was in college and took it to the tattoo place next door for the guy to put on my left bicep in the trans flag colors. he... tattooed exactly what i drew lol and didn't make it look cooler or anything but still charged me like $200 us for it. and this was like ten years ago so who knows what that is with inflation

i got a really cool koi fish on my upper left arm. i think its really beautiful and it symbolizes like overcoming adversity. an artist in taiwan did it and shes really amazing, but she works in amsterdam now so if i have any followers around there lmk bc you NEED a tattoo from this lady

the same artist did a pirate ship on my upper left arm, it says "know no shame" bc i like pirates and that was a beautiful plot line in black sails and yeah it reminds me not to be ashamed of my identity

I have a pine tree on my upper left arm bc two of my siblings and i wanted to get matching tattoos and they all got trees that meant something to them (tree of life, tree of gondor) so i picked a pine tree bc it looked cool and also my moms side of the family is scottish and theres a pine tree on our clan crest

when i went home to visit my family last summer my grandpa had just passed away. i wasnt super close with him but my sister had him draw a flower on his ipad before he died and she wanted to get a tattoo of it, so i did too bc i thought it was sweet

I want to finish up this little half sleeve ive got going on my arm. my next thing i want is a phoenix on my shoulder, and its tail can kind of come down the arm and kind of bring all the pieces together?

i also one day want to shave my head, get a tattoo on my scalp, and then grow my hair back out so i have like a secret tattoo there? not sure what id get though

when i finally get my top surgery i might do a big chest tattoo over those scars. maybe some vines? i wont need to bc surgery scars heal real nicely on me but i might just want something on my chest u know?

#quesTian #tian talks #thanks for asking id love to share pics #especially of the koi and the pirate ship

[mismess]

Napkin: exists

Norman:

OK YEAH DEFINITELY

#talk #also all of us the day i first drew Napkin #norman: nothing matters #napkin: *exists* #norman: one thing matters

[luvskywalker]

nancy drew: peter parker x reader

(tasm peter was in mind while i wrote this but i’m preeetttyyy sure it can go for any of them!)

word count- 2.1k

warnings- maybe a curse word? and the threat of jumping off a roof (in good fun!! it’s not serious)

he was a liar. you could tell he was lying, you knew him better than you knew yourself. he was your best friend, so naturally you were very well educated, graduated summa cum laude from the school of peter parker and his doings. you knew that whenever he lied, he’d either fidget with the hem of his shirt just slightly or his voice would raise the smallest bit. and that was when he was lying well. usually, you didn’t need to find a tick to tell when he was lying, because it was painfully obvious to the point where you almost felt bad for him. the other week, he lied to you and told you he had to feed his cat, as if he isn’t allergic to them. and as if you wouldn’t remember he didn’t even own a cat. the only thing escaping your mind was why he was lying to everyone lately. it was time you took the knowledge you’d garnered from reading nancy drew in the third grade and put it to good use. you would find out why peter was lying, and there was no time like the present, so you walked out your door and to school with determination in your steps.

close observance was a part of your detective work, and so at lunch you decided to watch peter very intently.

“hey peter, can you pass me that napkin?” you asked, noticing he’d stolen your plastic silverware packet to eat the little yogurt that came with your school lunch.

he glanced at you quickly and nodded his head a bit too much.

“yea sure of course.”

weird.

“you look like a bobble head. just give me the napkin, weirdo.”

he stopped nodding and went to hand you the napkin, but when he passed it to you, it stuck to his hand for a second.

even weirder.

“thanks.”

he nodded again, because he knew if he spoke his voice would do the raisey thingy it does when he’s lying.

his brown eyes were wide, like a deer in the headlights.

“what’s up with you pete?”

honestly, though you were now on a mission to find out what he was hiding, you were also concerned.

“you know you can tell me anything, right?”

his warm eyes shifted down to you and you saw some guilt swimming around in them.

“i know, i’m just… tired.”

he was telling the truth there. you looked at him then, and you saw his under eyes were darker than they used to be. you made a mental note of that and the napkin stick before speaking again.

“is there anything i can do?” you asked, genuinely concerned for the boy.

“no. i’ll be okay though, i have you.”

he was turning to flattery to try to get you to drop the subject, a classic move. you admit it did usually work, and you also admit that it made your heart beat a little faster. unbeknownst to you, peter could hear it, and his face turned a little pink.

“don’t get all romantic on me, parker.”

“don’t worry, i’m not.”

your smiles matched each other and the conversation ended with the ringing of the bell. he was saved by the bell for now, but you’d find out what he was up to.

so far, you have sticky hands, which was so weird, and tired eyes.

during eighth period, instead of paying attention to the lecture your teacher gave on the elements of art, you knew that already anyways, you added on to your plan. first on your little agenda: talk to aunt may. after school, you called your mom to tell her you’d be home late, and walked home with peter to his apartment.

“may! i’m home!” you greeted, to which the older woman smiled, before taking you into her arms.

“i’m off to the skate park, see you both for dinner” peter said, truthfully, before zipping out the door. perfect.

on any other day, you may have asked him to stay, but not today. you needed to talk to may today.

“hey may?” you asked, looking at the older woman.

“yes?” she furrowed her brow, slight frown on her face.

“has peter been acting… odd lately?”

you tilted your head to the side, studying her reaction as she looked to be experiencing a moment of clarity.

“i just thought i was losing it a little… i am getting old”

neither of you could help but laugh at her reply, but she continued answering your question.

“he sneaks out at night and thinks i can’t hear him, and he comes home dirty or a little… beat up sometimes, i just thought he was getting bullied at school, honestly.”

“he doesn’t anymore as much, not after i handed out some threats.” you said, and may shook her head.

“i know it’s not a girl though.” may said.

“how?”

“because all he talks about is- never mind”

she caught herself before she did what peter constantly begged her not to do, which was tell you about how he is ‘totally in love with you’. his words.

“i’m going to find out what he’s up to may. and once i do i’ll let you know.”

“i know you will, sweetheart. by the way, can you help me with dinner?”

it was your favorite part of the week, honestly. usually peter was there, watching you cook dinner with may and looking absolutely enamored, which, i guess you were just very skilled at cutting vegetables. uncle ben used to give may a look when he did, and the two would shake their heads at you both, but now poor may was left to deal with your obliviousness all alone. today, you were making pasta, which was easy enough, and may was baking cookies for after. upon peters quick return from the skate park, you began setting the table, and during such you almost dropped a plate.

almost.

somehow, peter was able to reach out and catch the flying plate before it could meet an unfortunate end.

“my hero!” you exclaimed, as he handed you the plate back.

he winked at you, and you felt your whole body heat up as your heart started running laps in your chest. it stopped though, and your brain took over instead. how did he catch that plate so quickly?

you shelved the thought, promising to return to it on your walk home.

dinner came and went, with nothing revealing or too eventful, and so you knew you should be heading home.

“thanks for having me!” you shouted on your way out the door.

“you know you don’t have to thank me anymore” may said as she walked you out.

“i still will anyways, may. bye parker!”

“sweetest farewells, darling.” he said,

putting on an english accent, and bowing to you as you walked out the door, rolling your eyes.

on your walk home, you realized that maybe you should’ve asked peter to walk you there. it was starting to get dark quick, and you were only five minutes in to your twenty five minute walk home. it really was too bad you couldn’t ride a bike.

you were nearly home, when you saw something blue and red flash by.

weird.

you took it as a sign and started walking so fast you were nearly running home.

you walked into your apartment and saw your dad reading an old newspaper on the couch when it hit you all at once. there on the cover of the daily bugle was none other than spiderman.

it all started to make sense.

“are you okay?” your mom asked, watching you stand frozen by the coat rack.

“yeah, i’ll be back in a second, okay?” you said, putting your coat on the hook.

“just be safe.”

you got to your room and took a second. it was so obvious. the sticky hand on the napkin, how he was able to catch the plate. he was so tired because he patrols at night, when aunt may sees him sneak out and how he comes home beat up. and the blue and red you saw on your walk home. it was peter, watching you as spiderman.

you didn’t know if that last part was kind or weird.

you needed to call him. so you did.

“what’s up” he answered, sounding kinda breathless. you hoped he wasn’t talking to you and swinging around the city.

“i need you to come over.”

“i’m a little busy”

“it’s an emergency, i really need you here. meet me on the roof of my building.”

you said, and technically you weren’t lying.

“alright i’m on my way. be there in five.”

he hung up before you could say anything else. knowing peter, he probably was talking and swinging.

you waited on the roof for his arrival, and ran up to him when you saw him.

you gave him a huge hug, to sell your “emergency” from earlier, and also because he deserved it. he was a hero. and this whole time, he’s been doing this in silence.

he smelled like cinnamon and clean clothes, and he could hear your heart rate accelerate, but barely over the loud thumping of his own.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, voice so genuine you felt bad for lying to him.

“i found something out.”

you were being cryptic and it was so unfair to him but it was also very funny to you.

“what do you mean?”

he pulled away from your embrace, hands resting on your elbows, studying your face.

he wanted to admire your beauty, but he couldn’t in the gravity of the situation. you decided to just rip off the bandaid.

“i found out that you’re spiderman.”

to say his jaw dropped would be an understatement, but he quickly tried to cover it up.

“where did you get that idea?”

his voice was higher.

“it’s obvious, honestly.”

you were smirking at him, victory tasting so sweet.

“i’m not spiderman. you can’t prove anything.”

“are you sure?”

you were always up for a good challenge, and a really stupid idea came into your head. you were going to jump off the roof.

you were like, 99% sure he was spiderman, and on the off chance he wasn’t, he’d stop you before you could jump by telling the truth.

and so with little thought, you started sprinting toward the edge of the roof, and just as you were about to sail through the air, you were pulled back by a web. he’d pulled you so you were chest to chest, and you looked at the web stuck to your arm.

“holy shit.”

you said, surprised, even though you’d figured it out.

“you really are spiderman.”

he looked down at you, a little nervousness in his big brown eyes and something else you didn’t understand.

“will you just shut up?” he whispered, leaning down and before you could get a word out, he silenced you.

his lips were brought over yours, and you immediately kissed him back. it felt so natural, as he brought his hands to your face, holding you impossibly close. his lips were impossibly soft, and for a second you swore you were dreaming. you just kissed your best friend. and your best friend was spiderman.

you pulled away, and the taste of him was almost as sweet as the taste of victory.

“not bad, bug boy.”

he shushed you, and kissed you again, this time deeper than before. your hands found their way to his hair as your lips molded together, and when you pulled slightly he nearly whimpered.

you pulled away again, and he tried chasing your lips but you took a step back.

“as much as i liked that, we kinda need to talk.”

“about what?” he looked like a puppy, eyes so big and his head tilted to the side, lips a little puffy and almost… pouty.

“peter…” you have a serious look, and he dropped the pout.

“okay fine. i’m spiderman. i have been for like a month or so. and i also am in love with you. i have been for about three years.”

it was incredibly nonchalant, but you could see him take his heart from his sleeve and hold it in front of you. and you, being oh so selfish, snatched it up.

“that’s cool.” you said, unable to form a real thought amidst your joy.

“i love you too.” was the only thing you could come up with, and in exchange for his heart you gave him your own just then.

“i actually-“ you started to talk again, but he interrupted you.

“i thought i told you to be quiet?”

he said, voice sounding a little husky.

“i guess you just need to make me, oh mighty hero.”

you smirked, and he most certainly made you, kissing you until you couldn’t think of anything to say.

#peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #peter is adorable #and a bad liar #marvel x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #the amazing spider man #spiderman #andrew garfield #andrew garfield renaissance

[lubdubsworld]

GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively  , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.  

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know..  I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do.  I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon…it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and  a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. “ He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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#YANDERE JUNGKOOK #YANDERE BTS #yandere jungkook smut #bts smut

[tascha-schwarz]

Imagine… going on the first date with John Dutton and thinking you’re not good enough for him

Requested by @whateverthecostner

John Dutton couldn’t remember the last time he looked critically at his mirror reflection. He adjusted his tie. Man, has he just dressed up to impress the woman he liked? Old fool! What was he counting on? John lowered his head, scolding himself for the naivety of his thoughts. He hadn’t asked anyone out for so long.

John arrived at the restaurant early not to keep you waiting. Fiddling with a napkin, he glanced around, never leaving the entrance area out of his sight. He was nervous. Unbelievable!

His heart leaped as you timidly entered the hall. The shadow of uncertainty in your eyes made him want to protect you, to do everything to make you feel comfortable. John threw the napkin on the table and hastened to meet you.

Your face lit up when you noticed him walking towards you between the tables. God, he was gorgeous in his black suit and a matching hat. Every woman in Bozeman must’ve dreamed of having a man like him. You heard the Governor herself had plans for the famous John Dutton. Of course, these were just talks, but rumors rarely circulate without a reason.

You sheepishly hid your glance when he approached. You felt so insecure, so exposed before dozens of successful, luxurious looking frequenters of this place. John’s choice for the first date was certainly impressive, but also intimidating for a woman like you. You never considered yourself attractive, and some excessive inches on your hips added no confidence. Moreover, you were not used to wearing an evening dress, and those damn heels, they surely made you look slimmer, but were much of inconvenience.

“Thank you for coming,” John smiled softly. Fascinated with the way you looked, he just couldn’t take his eyes off you. “Shall we?” he gestured somewhere deeper into the hall, and you followed him. He walked alongside, protectively holding his hand at your lower back, but not daring to touch you. Side glancing his tall figure just inches away felt so exciting.

As for the owner of one of the biggest cattle ranches of the United States John Dutton turned out to be a very pleasant and easy-going person. Attentive and considerate, he treated you with regard of a true gentleman, making you forget about all your fears and doubts. You loosened up very soon in the warm glint of his eyes and the soft tone of his voice.

“…I can’t believe you tied him to the horse with a duct tape!” You were laughing all the evening. He had so many amusing stories to tell.

“Yeah, we often do that,” John chuckled admiring you. He’d forgotten the last time he had enjoyed someone’s company that much he even stopped thinking about business which has consistently given him pain in the ass. He got up and stretched out his hand. You stopped laughing all at once.

“May I have this dance?”

His question took you by surprise. Frightened, you shook your head.

“I… I don’t think I dance well...”

“I'm sure you dance marvelously.”

“John...”

“Please do it for me,” his eyes locked on yours he bit his lip in a soft smile.

Of course, you couldn’t refuse him. You put your palm in his and let him lead you onto the dance floor. You felt dizzy, whether it was wine to blame or excitement, or most probably both. John gently wrapped his arm around your waist, setting your heart in a frantic rhythm. Your hand landed on his shoulder as he drew you closer.

He led you confidently, and you smoothly swirled in the dim light of the lamps.

“See? I told you,” he smiled.

“I thought I’d look ridiculous.”

“You look beautiful. Both tonight and on the day we met.”

“Not true!” you laughed, recalling the circumstances. John spattered you out of a puddle as he drove by. He insisted on taking you home so that you could change and then brought you back to the same spot he picked you up. It was strange, strange but funny.

“True as steel,” he laughed back.

“Thank you, John,” you suddenly got serious. “Thank you for making me feel...” you paused, trying to find the right word.

“Desirable?” he prompted almost in a whisper, the way that made you realize – he meant it.

For a moment, you couldn’t believe your ears because you thought you weren’t good enough for a man like him. You nodded looking him in the eyes.

“Cos that’s the way it is,” he seemed nervous, “and if you give me time to let you know myself better...”

“I think I already know enough, John,” you reached out to kiss him softly on the cheek.

“Is it a ‘yes’ for another date?” he smirked visibly relieved.

“It is,” you nuzzled into his shoulder hiding a contented smile.

#john dutton #john dutton x reader #yellowstone #kevin costner

[angryschnauzer]

Castle Under The Stars

Summary: You always worry when its a full moon and your husband is away on assignment, but this full moon is different as he comes home to be with you. Will it be for good? And just how much fun can two werewolves get up to during the full moon when they have a child to look after?

A continuation of Moonlight On The Sand

Pairing: Werewolf Captain Syverson x Werewolf Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Werewolves, Breeding, Breeding Kink.

Typos are free range and organic, allowed to run wild and free. I do not operate a tag list but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and put that blog onto notifications, you’ll get an alert each time i post something new. Past works can also be found there.

Castle Under The Stars

You stepped out onto the back porch and propped the door open with a boot, the warm summer's breeze blowing softly at the net curtains on the kitchen windows, bringing in the scent of the roses in from the garden. Wiping your hands on your apron before hanging it on the little hook by the door, you grabbed your garden shears and flower basket, and headed out with bare feet onto the cool grass. The windows of your cabin all stood open, allowing the warm breeze to flow through the house, but also so you could hear if your little one cried from his nursery.

Quietly you stood and let the breeze push your light skirt against your legs as you carefully selected roses from the overloaded bushes. Small clouds skidded across the night sky, and for a moment you turned your face to feel the soft moonlight on your skin. The reflection of the sun's rays on its surface from orbit made your skin prickle, as if someone was pouring champagne over your limbs, but that was as far as your transformation would go, with the exception of the ring of fire in your irises.

You had been Sixteen when you had been turned. On a geology camping field trip, nature had literally callen and as you’d been in the bushes relieving yourself that’s when the lupine had got you. It took a few months to realise what had happened, and it was only when your monthly period bleed coincided with a full moon did you turn. With irregular cycles through your teens and early twenties, you probably only turned twice, maybe three times a year, but eventually you got used to it.

It had however been a bit of a shock to your new husband, Sy, when you had turned for the first time. He’d knocked you up on the first day he met you, so it took a good 11 months before your cycle had come back, two months after the birth of your precious baby boy. That first night had been a challenge; dealing with a newborn whilst both parents were howling at the moon, however you were thankful that Edith who lived in the cabin down the lane knew of these things, and upon hearing the howling had rushed over in her nightgown. 

Since then Edith had been like a surrogate mother and grandmother, as it turned out her late husband had the lupine tendencies too. Your deployment had ended whilst you were on maternity leave and you’d chosen to leave the Army entirely rather than take a desk job. Sy was special ops and in the middle of another deployment, but you had no idea when that would finish because of the nature of his assignment. Looking up at the moon you wondered where he was, hoping he was coping with the full moon and his monthly transformation. You weren’t ashamed to admit you actually really enjoyed when he was at home for a full moon; he was even more attentive and the sex was mind blowing. Standard sex with Sy left you bow legged and exhausted, but with the added power of the moon… well, it was out of this world and you’d had orgasms so strong you’d actually passed out a couple of times. 

The sounds of the occasional truck on the highway a couple of hundred feet away sporadically filled the night, and you thought about that time Sy had driven out to the lake with you and you’d spent the night fucking under the moonlight in the flatbed which he’d covered with blankets and throw pillows. You’d been seven months pregnant but good god it was some of the best sex you’d ever had. 

As you shifted to reach a particularly large rose you could feel your panties stick to you, just the thought of Sy was making you wet and ready. You wished you knew when he would be home, taking matters into your own hands wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the real thing from the man you loved.

Just then you heard a pair of owls hooting in the distance, a truck on the highway honking its horn, so you didn’t notice the sound of tyres on the long grassy driveway that ran up the hill to the cabin. Humming to yourself you were running your fingertips over the soft petals of a trailing white rose when the first hint of his scent reached you on the wind. It made you stop and doubt yourself, before it hit again and you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach bloom. Dropping the basket and shears on the grass you ran to the front of the cabin, the breeze catching at your skirts before you finally saw him, standing at the open gate to the garden, his large duffel hanging from his shoulder, the fire in his eyes as he finally saw you.

“Sy!”

He let the bag drop to the floor as you ran into his arms, launching yourself at him, your legs were wrapped around his thick waist as you kissed him. His deep laugh as you peppered his face with soft kisses, the tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks;

“I’m here Darlin’” he practically growled, and that’s when you remembered the moon.

Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, the golden ring of fire matching your own, and as he took long strides across the grass you felt the coupling connection again, just like that first night in the desert. 

He set you down on the lawn, laying you softly on the grass as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck. Grasping the front of your dress he let out a growl as he ripped the garment clean in two, humming his appreciation at your swollen breasts where you were still breastfeeding and soft belly, before your soaked panties met the same fate as your dress. His lips continued their path down your body, until he reached the apex of your thighs and inhaled deeply, his eyes shining bright in the moonlight before he dived in and licked a wide stripe through your soaked folds. There under the soft caress of the moon’s rays your lupine husband pulled the first of many orgasms from your body that night, surrounded by the wild calls of nature and the overwhelming scent of the roses. 

-

Sitting at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streamed in through the windows as you flipped the pancakes on the skillet, smiling as you watched your two boys have breakfast. Michael sat in his high chair, babbling away as Sy seemingly understood every word of gibberish that came from his son’s lips. 

Sliding the pancakes onto a plate, you set it down on the table before you felt a strong arm around your waist and Sy pulled you across his lap, his massive hands smoothing over your bare thighs where all you wore were panties and his t-shirt;

“Steady there Darlin, making me want more than just pancakes for breakfast if you’re walkin’ around in just this”

Just then there was a knock at the screen door, all three of you turning to see Edith smiling and waving from the other side;

“Edith! Come in girl, been looking forward to seeing ya!” Sy called out, a huge grin on his face that got even bigger when he spied the basket she was carrying covered in a red and white checkered napkin.

You reluctantly climbed off your husband's lap, excusing yourself to quickly grab your robe as Sy and Edith talked;

“Big Sy, i knew it was your truck that rumbled past my cabin last night”

“Was indeed, home with my girl and my little man” he paused as Edith set the basket onto the table; “Those aren’t….?”

“They sure are” she pulled the napkin up and underneath were her famous peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies.

Sy quickly pulled one from the basket and snapped it in two, handing half to Michael who happily chewed on the freshly baked treat.

“Hmmmnnnn, Edith, i could get used to these”

“You staying this time Sy?”

“I sure am Edith”

“Does she know?”

“Nope, wanna surprise her later”

“Moon’ll be up again tonight, you want me to watch Mikey?”

Just then you walked into the room, catching the last of the conversation;

“Are you sure?”

Edith stood and smiled, rubbing a finger over Michael’s chubby little cheek;

“Absolutely, why don’t I drop by after he’s had his supper?”

-

Setting Edith up with everything she would need for an evening of watching Jeopardy as your son slept peacefully in his crib, you grabbed the picnic basket and blanket and gave Michael a kiss, before stepping out into the night air. Sy had already taken off, with the moon rising before sundown he got antsy, but he would meet you at the lake. He’d set everything up ready, and just told you to drive his truck down, he’d set off on foot earlier, wanting to burn some energy in the calmness of nature.

The truck's tyres crunched on the gravel as you parked up, the lake a still mirror for the pink purple skyline as the sun set behind the mountains in the distance. But none of those were what you were looking at, no, what drew your attention was your husband quietly sitting on a rock at the shoreline, his boots resting beside him as he let his feet cool in the waters. With your sandals left in the truck you walked across the soft sand before reaching the shoreline, sitting beside him as he wrapped his big arm around your shoulders.

“Sy, what are you thinking about?”

He looked at you, his smile warm as his eyes shone amber in the low light;

“Lots of things Darlin… how lucky i am to have you in my life, how i don’t think i could have coped with what happened if it hadn’t been for you”

“Oh Sy…” your eyes watered; “I love you so much”

“I love you too Darlin. You and Mikey are my world…” he paused, poignantly; “There’s something else i wanna tell ya Darlin…”

For a moment you heart sank, dreading what he was going to say;

“Sy…”

“Ya know how Walt’s construction business is expanding and he needs a new site manager?”

“What?” whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t that

“Well, i got a surprise…” he pulled you onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass; “I’m done with the Army”

“No! You’d better not be fibbing…” your eyes were full to the brim, nervous tears threatening to spill

“Not fibbing… i’m done. Wanted to keep it a surprise until i knew for sure that the assignment was completed”

Crying happy tears you wrapped your arms around your husbands shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed joyfully that he wasn’t going away again. 

When you had finally settled down and Sy had reassured you for the 10th time that it was definitely true, he was definitely staying home for good, the pair of you stood and started to walk along the shore of the lake barefoot, the warm sand beneath your feet as you clasped your hand around his.

The gentle sound of the water coupled with the feel of your skin touching his calmed Sy, even though the moon was out high above the pair of you, he didn’t feel the need to turn, the sense of utter contentment a balm on his soul. As you had rounded the lake he stumbled on a pebble, and in turn a giggle escaped your lips. Steadying himself he smirked and kicked at the water, splashing you a little as you let out a shriek at the cool water hitting your warm skin. Retaliating you splashed him a little more than you were expecting, soaking one side of his cargo shorts and he paused and looked at you with a feral smile spreading across his lips;

“Oh, now you’re in for it Darlin…”

Your legs carried you as you ran through the surf, knowing Sy would eventually catch you, yet the thrill was in the chase. You could hear his heavy footfalls gaining on you, but you had the advantage of being light on your feet and made a sharp turn into the woodland, the soft grass beneath your feet dry and coarse. You realised he wasn’t behind you and you slowed, turning to try and figure out where he went, when suddenly he emerged from the bushes, his eyes glowing amber in the darkness and he tackled you to the ground, yet somehow managed to turn your bodies so you were on top of him;

“Gotcha!”

He pulled you down so he could kiss you, turning your bodies until he was on top, shifting his knees so he could nestle between your thighs. Your skirt had rucked up in the tussle, and the harsh brush of his shorts against the soft skin of your thighs had your hips bucking up against him, eager for friction as your arousal grew. With the quick fumbling of eager hands you were both soon naked, Sy kneeling between your spread thighs to take in the sight of you, your nipples hard and your arousal a sheen between your legs. Grabbing your hips he pulled you up his thighs, your back arched and your shoulders still on the ground as he thrust into you, spearing your flesh with his own and you both let out a howl of pleasure. 

Sy couldn’t tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined, watching each time he pulled out and saw your juices glistening on his shaft, or how your cunt stretched open as he pushed this fat dick back into you, parting your walls and you cried out in pleasure. He fucked you like the feral beast he was, claiming his mate and catching the tell tale scent that drove him wild;

“Fuck, you’re ripe… gonna breed you and give you another pup. Thought i caught the scent last night but now i know for sure… can’t wait to see your belly round and your tits even fuller…”

He drove into your fertile body, feeling you cum around him yet he pounded through your orgasm knowing your cervix would be wide open now that you had cum and ready to take his seed. You were whimpering in his grasp, desperate for more but overwhelmed at the same time; 

“Sy… please… please put a baby in me…”

“Almost… there… Darlin’...” he grunted through thrusts, before his body went rigid and he threw his head back, filling your womb with pump after pump of his thick seed, a broad smile on his face as he even held you in place knowing that gravity would help get every last drop of cum through your cervix and flood your fertile ground. 

When he had finally finished coming he carefully settled the two of you onto the soft grass, holding you tight as your bodies were still joined, knowing that he would stay hard for another two or three goes. By the time he would be finished your bodies would be battered and bruised from the intensity of your lovemaking, yet the power of the moon would ensure by morning you would be healed, no outwardly visible signs that the feral carnality of the nights pleasures left behind, even if it meant you’d be sitting down tenderly on a cushion for the following 48 hours. 

It was well into the early hours when the pair of you finally limped back to Sy’s truck, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully drove home, the moon having set early thanks to its cycle. 

When you arrived back at the cabin Edith was having a cigarette on the porch, the baby monitor resting on the rail next to her;

“Got it outta your systems?” she grinned as she took one last drag before crushing it in a plant pot of sand that sat at the doorway. 

“For tonight” Sy smirked as he carried you bridal style up the steps of the porch; “Can we book ya for tomorrow night too?”

“Sure thing Big Sy, but you’ll owe me”

“I’ll come fix the drainpipe around your porch once the full moon has passed”

“Deal… you’re a good-un” the old woman smiled as she grabbed her keys and slid the baby monitor into your lap as you quietly snoozed in your husbands arms; “It’ll be a girl this time”

Sy’s eyes went wide;

“How do you…?”

“I just know Sweetheart… my husband wasn’t the only one that’d turn ya’know…”

Sy held you as he watched the old woman make her way down the grassy lane to her cabin;

“She’s full o’ surprises is that one…” he looked down at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek, before catching the screen door with his booted foot; “Lets get you to bed for some rest… gotta recharge for tomorrow night… maybe make it twins…”

You shifted in his grasp;

“That’s not how it works” you mumbled sleepily, a smile on your face, but the truth was neither of you knew how it worked when you were lupine… really, anything could happen.

#captain sy #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #werewolf!sy #captain syverson smut

[vendettaparker]

Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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     (Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars. 

     In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for. 

     Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm. 

     Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you. 

     It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all. 

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     This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

     You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away. 

     Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully. 

     “You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him. 

     “Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter. 

     “(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?” 

     You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

     “Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope. 

     “Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?” 

     “Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view. 

     “Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?” 

     “No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.” 

     “Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry. 

     Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face. 

     “You didn’t tell me shit.” 

     “Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders. 

     The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.  

     “Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.” 

     He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch. 

     You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course. 

     He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser. 

     “Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin. 

     “No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request. 

     “Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

     He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water. 

     You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch. 

     “I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso. 

     “You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

     You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over. 

     Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress. 

     “Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.” 

     Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room. 

     “Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.  

     Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress. 

                   ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

     The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being, 

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

     You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding? 

     The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass. 

     “(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze. 

     Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions. 

     “So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that. 

     “Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom. 

     “No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world. 

     After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air. 

     The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you. 

     Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on. 

     When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way. 

     “Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

     “Yeah, are you going to set right now?” 

     “Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.” 

     “Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist. 

     “Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.” 

     “Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him. 

     “Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set. 

     You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious. 

     As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning. 

     “Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours. 

     “Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability. 

     He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something. 

     Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk. 

     “Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch. 

     “I’m not.” 

     “But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

      “I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught. 

      “That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now. 

     “Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong. 

     “What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly. 

     “Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.” 

     “So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more. 

     “No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged. 

     “I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.” 

     “Tom, stop.” 

     “No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

     You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other. 

     When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…” 

     “I kissed you, didn’t I?” 

#tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland smut #tom holland oneshot #tom holland imagine #tom holland x actress!reader

[foreverfallingforthestars]

Don't Say No

I'm super excited about today's prompt because it's something that I think is really fun and I got inspiration for this from a pjo fic I read months ago and I can't remember the title so, uh, woops. Either way, I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2068 Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month Master list

Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Secret Relationship

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Nox was tired. Everything at work had become mundane, and there was nothing interesting ever happening anymore. People came into work, tired and complaining about how it was the start of yet another week, and they would chatter about their weekend and any plans for after work. All Nox desperately wanted was to not be mind-numbingly bored as he read through yet another manuscript.

Thankfully, this Monday turned out to be slightly different than all the other Mondays. Nox knew something was up when the low toned chatter turned high pitched and excited as people wandered about the floor where Ashryver Publishing was located, pointing to the open door that led to their boss’ office. The layout of the floor was fairly open to allow people to easily converse with one another and move about the area while the higher ranking members of the company had closed offices, but Aelin tended to leave her door open to allow people to come in and speak with her.

Nox was fairly friendly with Aelin, and it was because of her that he’d gotten the job as a publisher reader when he couldn’t find a job, so he was understandably confused when there was nothing different about her when she walked out of her office. Her blonde hair was out as it normally was, and her makeup was done perfectly as usual. Nox’s eyes scanned over her as he tried to figure out what people were so huffy about this particular Monday until his eyes landed on the folder she was holding in her left hand.

“Holy shit, you’re engaged?!” he blurted out, seeing that diamond glinting off her left hand’s ring finger. Aelin looked down at her hand as though she were seeing it for the first time before rolling her eyes at him.

“Yes, Nox,” she responded with a small smile that was almost teasing. “I am.”

“I didn’t even know you were dating anyone,” he answered, leaning his elbows against his desk.

“Well, it wasn’t exactly something to publicize at work. I was dating someone, and now my boyfriend is my fiancee,” Aelin answered. Her eyes glanced about the room before she sighed. “Alright, everyone has two minutes to ask me questions.”

It was like a pack of hyenas had been given their first meal in days with the way the questions were thrown at Aelin, but she answered each one quickly and with her usual dose of sarcasm that made Nox smile.

“Have we met him?”

“Maybe, maybe not, and that is a serious answer. I don’t know if you’ve ever run into him on the sidewalk or in a restaurant or bar.”

“Is he good looking?”

“Yes, I have standards.”

The two minutes seemed to fly by with the way people barely got any information about her fiance, and Aelin looked way too pleased with herself that Nox couldn’t help himself. When she had dismissed everyone after giving people work, he made his way over to her office.

“So,” he started, leaning against the doorframe, “the big bad CEO of a publishing company has gotten herself someone who can deal with her.”

“If you’re trying to fish for information, you’re going to have to try much harder,” Aelin responded, a mischievous glint in her eyes that he’d seen way too many times.

“It’s okay,” he answered instead, “I won’t pry. I’m just happy for you, Aelin.” That brought out a genuine smile on her face before a ping on her desktop drew her attention from him for a brief moment.

“Ah, it’s actually good you’re here! We have a temporary hire coming in for the next month, or so, while we try to find someone else who can help you read incoming manuscripts. Let me just go get him.”

Nox chose that moment to sit down in one of the two chairs in front of her desk while Aelin stood up to grab her ID off her desk and walked out of the office. Nox waited for a few minutes, taking in the decorations of her office, including the small mementos she had scattered everywhere. The office had only been hers for two years, but it seemed as though she’d been living in that office for years with the way she had personalized it.

The company wasn’t an insanely big publishing house, but they had quite a few popular authors with best-selling books under their belt, and it was the intimacy of the employees within the company that drew aspiring authors and people passionate about books to it. Part of it had to do with the fact that it was a family business, Aelin’s mother owning it before she did, but part of it had to do with how much Aelin loved what she did. The photo of her parents, cousin, and sister-in-law alongside a photo taken at one of the staff dinners two years back was enough proof of how much she loved her work family as much as she loved her blood family.

The sound of Aelin’s heels and the sudden lack of chatter indicated to Nox that she was back with the new hire, who must be definitely impressive enough that his entry topped Aelin’s engagement news.

“Okay, Nox, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to introduce you two, but Nox Owen, meet Rowan Whitethorn, our new temporary hire.” Nox turned around to find himself looking at a man that he worked with for nearly a year before he left the company two years ago. Rowan was a tall man with platinum silver hair and a handsome face, even from Nox's perspective. The tattoos swirling down his arm definitely also helped with his popularity amongst women.

When Nox made eye contact with Rowan, the man smiled, and Nox nodded back in greeting.

“Isn’t that technically rehiring someone?” Nox asked, looking at Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said when she offered me the position last week,” Rowan responded, sitting down in the seat next to Nox while Aelin took her seat across from them.

“It’s temporary!” she protested. Nox sent her a look that he knew she’d be able to read perfectly for that doesn’t matter, and with the way she groaned, he was sure that Rowan might’ve sent her the same look.

“Ugh, both of you get out of my face. Rowan knows what he’s doing so I doubt you need to do anything, Nox, but just give him a new manuscript that came in,” she grumbled, waving them off and going back to her computer.

Nox stifled a laugh as he got up.

“Hey, is it just me or did she get a lot hotter over the last two years?” Rowan asked quietly, and Nox had to stop himself from tripping and falling on his face.

“Man, she’s engaged. Like very recently too,” Nox responded just as quietly.

“Oh,” he answered, his eyes falling to the ground before snapping back up to Nox’s face, “well, if it’s recent then I don’t really mind.”

“Dude! That’s not okay!”

“Harmless flirting never hurt anyone,” Rowan protested as they sat down in their seats. Ever since the last publisher’s reader quit, that seat had been empty, and luckily enough for Rowan, that was his seat when he still worked at Ashryver Publishing.

“It will hurt if you break up her engagement.”

“If it breaks her engagement because I’m flirting with her, then she was never meant to be with that guy.”

“Oh my god,” Nox responded, turning back to his work.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Rowan spoke, and Nox reluctantly set his gaze upon the man, “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Nox disagreed, but he did his part, so Nox simply shrugged before getting back to work. Hopefully with enough refusal from Aelin’s side, Rowan would get a hint and quit it.

*****

Rowan did not get a hint and quit.

In fact, as the week passed and so did the following week, he only grew bolder in the smiles he would send Aelin, in the side comments, the inside jokes (since when did they even have those?), and Nox was getting frustrated.

“Dude,” he hissed as he pulled Rowan aside before they stepped into the restaurant that they were going to have a staff dinner at, “seriously, quit it. I don’t want you breaking Aelin’s relationship just because you find her pretty.”

“She’s more than just pretty, Nox,” Rowan responded, more serious than Nox had expected him to be.

“Yeah, well, then you know that she’s a loyal person. Don’t make her break that.” With the way Rowan had nodded, Nox figured that he had finally, finally gotten through to Rowan.

Unfortunately, throughout the entire dinner, Aelin and Rowan were sitting next to each other laughing, leaning into each other. He couldn’t believe that Aelin was actually falling for Rowan’s bullshit. It wasn’t even like he was flirting outwardly, either. It was the small things that he was noticing while watching the two discreetly. Rowan would give her a napkin when she needed it, pass her something before she even asked, simply knowing that she wanted it when her eyes had drifted over to it. It was insane how attentive the man was, and it wasn’t fair that the subtle flirting was actually working.

Nox couldn’t even say anything in front of everyone, lest he risk bringing...whatever that was out into the public where he was pretty sure Aelin didn’t want it to be. He was contemplating whether or not he should talk to Aelin about the whole situation with Rowan, and he was doing just that as he leaned against his car, waiting for her to step out of the restaurant. He’d left along with the others so as to not make things suspicious, but he did notice that Rowan hadn’t left the restaurant either.

Nox was just about ready to leave when he heard Rowan’s voice ringing through the parking lot. “Look, maybe we could just tell them.”

“No, it’s way too risky. The whole reason why we stopped going out in public together was so that we could get all the other stuff settled first,” Aelin responded. Nox was definitely intruding on a private conversation, but also, he was incredibly curious about what was happening.

“They’re all about to lose their minds with the way they’re trying to figure out what’s going on between us.”

“That’s because they’re not blind, Rowan,” she laughed as their voices got closer. “I don’t really know what I would say to them, anyway,” she finished just as they were in his line of sight — holding hands.

Nox’s brain stopped working right then because, holy shit, his boss was cheating on her fiancee with her employee.

“Nox? What are you still doing here?” Aelin asked, catching sight of him.

“I, uh, wanted to talk to you...but apparently you...don’t care about your engagement.”

“What?” she asked, clearly confused. Her eyes drifted to Rowan who simply shrugged with a teasing smile.

“You’re cheating on your fiance with Rowan!”

A snort escaped Rowan, and that was the moment where Nox could see understanding shine in her eyes. She turned to Rowan before elbowing him in the ribs, and then turned to look at Nox. “This idiot is my fiance.”

Nox blinked once, twice, trying to comprehend the words that had come out of her mouth. “This man? Your boyfriend?”

“Fiancee,” Rowan corrected.

“Shut up, man. You had me thinking she was going to cheat on you! With you!”

“Not going to lie, it was really funny, though. You were freaking out for the last two weeks.”

“That’s just cruel, dude.”

*****

Despite being incredibly salty about the entire situation, Nox did have to admit that it was hilarious seeing his co-workers’ reactions to the wedding invitations that clearly started that Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, their dear boss, was marrying Ashryver Publishing’s ex-employee (now known as the new literature professor at University of Doranelle) Rowan Whitethorn.

Never had he seen more outrage at the fact that the two had hidden their relationship from the entire company for so long, and honestly, Nox was surprised they had managed to hide the relationship with the way the two couldn’t go longer than five minutes without some form of physical contact.

It was sickeningly cute, and he couldn’t help but think that Mondays weren’t so mundane, after all.

#rowaelinmonth #day 3 #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #nox owen #romance #comedy #throne of glass #poor nox lol he really suffered

[janaeekook]

.Crimson lace.

pairing: bestfriend!seonghwa x reader (f)

warnings: dom!seonghwa, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe kids)

word count: 4.9k

The roads were winding, twisting through the expansive mountain scape around you, Small flakes of snow falling along the road. You were in the passenger seat of your best friends car, the radio softly playing some pop song that Seonghwa seemed to know word for word.

It was that time of year, Seonghwa's family and their annual trip to their cabin. The past years you and Seonghwa had gone up a day earlier than the rest of his family to take up all the supplies for the week and check that the generator still worked properly.

"So what movies are we going to watch tonight?" You asked, curious as to what we would do before his parents, aunts, uncles, siblings and cousins came up tomorrow.

"I'll leave that to you." He said glancing over to you from the drivers seat. You smiled widely, knowing which movies you'd pick for the movie night that had become a tradition.

The smile that masked your face didn't fade as you watched each dainty snowflake powder from the sky. It was exquisitely beautiful, the grey early January sky, the chill of the outdoors cut off by the cars heat and the warm starbucks coffee that warmed you from the inside.

You hummed tugging your legs into a crossed position in the seat, the paper cup still in your clutch. You inspected the glove box, nothing but crumpled napkins, registration and a small first aid kit.

"We're almost there." Seonghwa informed you.

"How did you-"

"You act like I haven't known you my whole life." He chuckled, "You get antsy after long car rides."

You chuckled, forgetting that Seonghwa was indeed your bestfriend, and had been for years. He knew practically everything about you, neither of you ever saw each other as more than bestfriends bound at the hip.

He'd seen you half naked, passed out drunk on the bathroom floor, three times through the notebook after your first breakup, and he was by your side through all of it. Nursing you to health, loving you when you thought no one would, and giving you endless support when your dad passed away.

His parents were the same growing up, knowing your mom was busy working overtime to pay the bills; you'd stay over, that was when you and Seonghwa really grew close, you sleeping on the floor of his dragon themed bedroom.

As your mind continued to reminisce, the car was pulling up to the large cabin, It was large enough to house all 17 of us with its 7 bedrooms. The parents and grandparents got their rooms, the younger kids shared rooms, the girls in one and boys in the other. But as you and Seonghwa got older you started sharing the last bedroom.

It wasn't weird for you, you'd been sharing a bedroom and bed with him since you were both 4. His relatives however always asked if the two of you were dating, and you'd laugh it off because to the two of you it was utterly ridiculous.

You stretched your tired limbs when you stepped from the warmth of Seonghwa's car into the brisk outside winter air, "We made it!" You exclaimed lightly in excitement.

Seonghwa's chuckle sounded warm enough to melt the falling snow all away, "Did you doubt we would?"

You shrugged, grabbing one of the many large boxes of food and supplies that were piled in the back of his car.

"You're a scary driver." You teased, feigning fright. He smacked your arm before grabbing a box as well.

"Excuse me I am a wonderful driver."

You giggled, stopping promptly as you reached the entry way, Seonghwa taking his keys and unlocking the large wooden door. You took a deep breath in as you stepped through the door, the cabin always had a distinct smell a mixture of sandalwood and crisp apple.

"Wait!" You gasped making Seonghwa who stood in the kitchen whip around to look at you in slight concern which quickly faded upon studying your face. Bright eyes and an excited smile as you continued to hold onto the box of food.

"What?" He couldn't contain the contagious smile that spread across his face.

"Can we make a fort for our movie night?"

"Let's get everything inside, and the generator going, first and then talk about the plan for the night, ok?" He said and you nodded quickly in agreement. He watched as you skipped back out the door, and he couldn't help the smile that drew at his lips.

Anyone watching them could see the love and adoration in his eyes, anyone and everyone, except you. Seonghwa had started to feel more for you, he loved you and he wanted you to know. But you were oblivious to the signs he'd been displaying the past 2 years. Sometimes he grew frustrated and just wanted to grab your face and kiss you— but at what cost? What if you didn't feel the same?

Well he knew you didn't, he was just your bestfriend and nothing more. He never tested that boundary for fear of losing you, he could never picture a life without you, it just didn't make sense.

"Hwa!" He was pulled from his thoughts by your voice, "Get out here and help me."

He chuckled, "Ya, ya." Following your words out the door

.

The generator rolled with a start, humming lightly. Seonghwa stood dusting off his hands as he stood from his previously squat position before leaving the small shed with a huff of satisfaction hurrying the short distance back to the insulated cabin.

"You got it?" You asked the second you heard him come through the door.

"Try the lights." he said, and so you did, the dark room quickly being illuminated by the warm light.

"Haha! Look at that!" You exclaimed, he always loved the excitement you got from the smallest things. Lights, electricity, something so simple and everyday and yet it brought you the upmost joy.

He wanted to tell you how cute you were, "Aww is someone afraid of the dark?" He joked instead.

"Very funny, If I recall correctly you were the one that just had to have his Spiderman night light plugged in."

He scoffed, "At least I don't cry at the sight of an insect."

"Arachnophobia is a very real thing, Seonghwa."

"Then I hope none are lurking around the cabin." He said in an attempted spooky voice, wiggling his fingers as he moved his arm toward you, which you proceeded to hit out of the way. You stuck your tongue out at him.

"Jackass." You said, and he only replied with his melodic laugh, You threw a folded blanket at his chest, "Now help me with the fort."

You both threw blankets over the couch and propped them on various chairs from about the cabin. Purposely leaving the fluffiest and nicest blankets for the inside, where you also strung fairy lights randomly. It was as magical and cuddly-cozy-warm as ever. You climbed in wrapping yourself in a blanket then opened your laptop in front of you, Seonghwa joining with an armful of snacks.

You hummed, grabbing a handful of popcorn, "You know the way to my heart, Park."

"Its like I'm your bestfriend or something."

"Hm, so 10 Things I Hate About You, ya?"

"Whatever makes you happy." He said with a smile. That's all he wished, for you to be happy, and if sitting here with you in a makeshift fort of blankets and fairy lights, with snacks that were bad for you and cheesy hallmark movies, was what made you happy— then so be it. If you insisted, he would sit there all the days of his life with you.

He sighed lightly to himself, You've got it bad Seonghwa. He thought, though he knew, he'd known. Falling helplessly in love with his bestfriend, who saw him as just that, her bestfriend.

How truly infuriating it must be for him to see you look at others and not even consider him. Though that wasn't your fault. You didn't know. He wished you'd notice, but you still hadn't. It had been years, every holiday, coming up to the cabin— falling asleep next to the other.

He looked over to you, your eyes shut and lips parted slightly. It was unbelievable, you always insisted on a movie night but Seonghwa knew you'd be asleep by the end of the first. That's just how you worked; he studied your sleeping face with a smile, tuning out the movie. He thought you looked beautiful, truly.

Unconsciously you scooted toward Seonghwa's warmth. His lips forming a sad smile as he watched his sleeping bestfriend cuddle into his chest. You'd always been cuddly, ever since childhood— as if you had been starved of physical affection your entire life. So you'd always found reasons to hug him, or others and be close to them, not wishing them the same fate.

This is how he'd fallen in love with you. Why, he'd fallen in love with you. Simply for you and your heart.

Though he was still a teenage boy, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, that night, heart racing, skin damp with sweat and his boxers straining against him. He wanted to curse at himself, to ignore it and go back to sleep. But you moving in your sleep forced him to fight off a moan as your ass pressed against him unintentionally.

He nearly jumped off the floor and right up hurrying to the bathroom, where he shut and locked the door, before leaning against it. He looked at the clock that quietly ticked on the wall, 3:45 am. He sighed, annoyed then pulled his sweatpants down just enough to take himself into his hand, pumping himself as he searched for relief. And he did, cumming over his hand as he whispered your name.

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The next morning you woke up, Seonghwa no longer next to you. You looked out of the fort finding him sitting on an uncovered part of the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.

"Seonghwa?" You croaked out, he turned to glance at you, his cheeks red but you assumed it was from the cold, "What's going on?" He didn't actually respond just turned up the volume on the TV.

Breaking: All roads on the highway north are closed after an unexpected snow storm dumped at least 5 feet of snow in the middle of the night, authorities are advising residents to be patient as they work to clear the roads.

"We're snowed in." He finally said.

"So- what does that mean about your family coming up?"

"They're not." His voice seemed strained, as if full of dread.

"Jeez, I can't be that awful to be around." You joked before stalking off into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

What you didn't know however was what truly was going through his head. This had to have been some twisted fate the universe had placed on him, working to test his strength in the process. How long could he hold out? How long could he restrain himself in these close quarters? Maybe it was the cold getting to his head, making him weaker.

"Do you want pancakes or waffles?" You asked from the kitchen, effectively knocking Seonghwa from his trance.

"Did you really just ask me that question?" He seemed borderline offended.

"Who else?" You snorted

"Waffles are 100 times better than pancakes, you know that." He stood walking into the kitchen and standing on the opposite side of the island.

"Excuse me? Pancakes are so much better than waffles, they're fluffy."

"But everything just spills off the top, waffles have indents to capture all of that flavor so you don't miss any of it. Plus pancakes are always raw in the center."

"Are not!" You turned around facing him fully now.

"Why'd you even ask me then if you like pancakes better."

"I don't know, maybe because I thought it was a simple question." You retaliated.

"Are we really fighting about pancakes and waffles?"

"Yes, now you can make your own breakfast."

"You're a pain in the ass." He said walking around the island and grabbing cereal from the cabinet.

"Dido." You said in a sing-song voice and smiled at him. He sighed, shaking his head at you with a smile across his own lips. This was what your friendship had always consisted of, joking play fights and comments. You were probably more comfortable around Seonghwa than your own family, partly because he felt like family to you. You threw a chocolate chip at him as he sat at the counter and you wondered in that moment what you would do without your bestfriend. The rest of the day passed at a snails pace, being snowed in only making you more aware of how seemingly little there was to do in the rather large cabin. You danced to music in the living room as Seonghwa laughed saying that you had 'not a single dancer bone in your body' to which you answered him by throwing a pillow at his head. That had led to a merciless pillow fight between you, which of course he ultimately won. Later in the day You sat, reading a book on the couch. You weren't exactly sure what the book was about, you had simply found it on the book shelf. It was interesting, interesting enough for you not to register that your bestfriend had entered the room again after having gone to change.

"Hey," He said, grabbing your attention, "I'm gonna go out, check the main roads. You gonna be ok?" Seonghwa asked pulling gloves onto his hands.

"Ya, I'll be fine." You smiled at him from the couch. When he walked out the door and you heard it close behind him you dropped the book, you needed to shower, and it'd just be easier if Seonghwa was out while you did.

You threw your hair in a bun as to keep it dry, stepping into the running water and washing your body. It was hot against your skin, and you sighed as your body relaxed. You took your time as the water ran over you. The past day had been a whirl-wind of surprises, with all the snow, we were able to call Seonghwa's family with the land line, but other than that there was no reception, No clear way to get home as the snow blocked the roads. The plows hadn't made it through the back roads. It wasn't too awful being stuck with Seonghwa-- if it was anyone other than your bestfriend you think you'd have pulled out all your hair already.  

Though not having your alone time already had you cranky, you sighed, washing your body. Finally feeling clean you shut off the water and stepped out, standing on the small shower mat you looked into the mirror, You allowed your eyes to scan you body decorated with water droplets. You felt-- pretty, as if your insecurities had been washed away, and saw your body for what it was, you. You smiled lightly before grabbing a towel and drying your skin. You left the humid bathroom and went to the bedroom, kneeling in front of your suitcase in hopes of finding something comfortable to wear. Though when you flipped open the lid you saw the crimson lace. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the thought of why you even packed the scandalous piece of thin fabric. What were you even hoping to accomplish?  

You lifted the lingerie up, you bit your lip lightly, Seonghwa wasn't there it'll be fine if you wore if for a bit. right? You sighed again before you stood, dropping the towel, and letting it pool at your ankles. You pulled on the matching lace set, before looking over yourself in the full length mirror in the bedroom. It fit perfectly, and boy did it make your confidence soar. You felt empowered by your own body, beautiful. Any supposed imperfection, that prompted insecurities in your heart and mind, a mere reminder of how uniquely beautiful you were.

You weren't sure how long you stood there. But your heart stopped when the door was pushed open. Though you didn't yell, you didn't even move to cover yourself. No, you weren't frozen but deep down, you wanted him to see you-- even if you hadn't realized it.

"Hey, Y/n, the roads-" but he stopped mid-sentence when he was welcomed to the sight of you in next to nothing. His eyes seemed to cloud with a dark lust, you held your breath, he stepped closer, the tips of his fingers grabbed at one of the straps. His eyes fleeting over your body once more, as his fingers traced the crimson lace that covered your breast. His intense gaze met yours again when his hand fell away from your chest.

"What are you doing to me?" His voice a low whisper.

"You said you went to check the roads." Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, the way your bestfriends eyes ran over your body, drinking up each curve. It should have made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't help but feel desire creep into your thoughts.

"That was an hour ago."

"Oh." was all you could find in your mind to say. It was silent for a few beats before you decided to speak again, "Seonghwa."

"I need you to let me know if you're uncomfortable, because, I really don't want to hold back right now." You'd never heard Seonghwa sound so sultry before to someone, let alone yourself.

The whine that involuntarily slipped past your lips encouraged him to step forward and entrap your lips with his. It was a searing kiss, he pushed you back against the small desk that was behind you in the small bedroom.

You felt as the red lace of your panties pooled with arousal, your cheeks flushed, wondering how your childhood bestfriend made your body feel so uncontrollably hot, without even so much as a touch to your skin. He hiked you onto the small desk nudging your legs apart with his knee so he could stand between them.

"Was this your plan? Hm? Get me to lose control and fuck you?" His fingers traced your jaw hooking lightly under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. His eyes held a hard questioning gaze, you tried to shake your head no but he held your chin in place, "Use your words."

"No- no hwa."

"No? You sure darling? You just happened to be wearing this?"

"Yes." Your tone was soft as your confidence, for the first time since you were children, wavered under his gaze.

The corner of his lip quirked up lightly, "Am I making you nervous darling?" His cocky tone oozing from each word.

"Seonghwa-" your voice breathy as you looked up into his eyes, his fingers moved over the wet patch on your red lace panties.

"That needy baby? Hm?" He asked when you whined.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Make me feel good."

Nothing more needed to be said as his lips were on yours again need and want burning between you. You'd never felt it before, you'd never wanted someone to touch you intimately so badly, especially not Seonghwa. But there was something forbidden about his touch that made your body hot with desire.

He got to his knees before you, his face now parallel with your cunt. He kissed over the thin fabric and your breath shuddered. He thought you looked beautiful, the red lace complimenting your skin tone perfectly.

"God you're perfect." And with that he pushed the barrier of fabric to the side running his tongue through your slick folds. The noises you made only further expressing how needy you really were, it felt wrongfully right. His mouth on you bringing you to the edge quicker than you imagined possible and it was just his tongue, he didn't need anything more to pleasure you.

"S-seonghwa-" your head lulled back in response to the overwhelming pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut, your ears tuning into the wet noises eliciting from between your legs.

Your head snapping back to the man between your legs when he pulled away. You whined with a solid pout on your lips having not finished.

"Not yet." Was all he said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He pulled you from the desk, his lips finding yours again as he pushed you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. He eased you down onto the plush mattress, your lips never separating.

Removing his clothes you felt his own hot skin against yours. Everything seeming to melt together, the lines of your friendship, your bodies as you pulled eachother closer— feeling your need grow tenfold as his hips grinded down on yours.

Voice breathy in your throat you managed to push his name out, "Seonghwa-"

"Mmm, you sound so pretty saying my name."

"Seonghwa, please." Your voice more stern now, you needed relief from the pulsing between your thighs.

"Begging now, are we?" He smirked as he teased you and you rolled your eyes, "Don't worry darling, I'll make you cum on my cock."

And in that he didn't lie, his lips peppering you neck and collarbones before wrapping around your lace covered nipples. Removing his own clothes eagerly, but he froze.

"Condom-"

"I'm on the pill, Hwa, please don't stop now." The desperation in your voice fueling his own need to be inside you. He craved to feel you warm around him.

Running the head of his cock over you folds caused his breath to catch in his throat, every late-night forbidden fantasy when he laid in his bed alone, dominant hand pumping himself to the thought of you. It was all about to become very real, a shaky moan leaving both your lips as he pressed into you. There was no going back after that, not as you came on him within minutes— no matter how much your head denied your want for him, your body couldn't.

Though when he came, soon after you, he didn't stop. You whined not because it was bad, but because the overstimulation burned in your stomach. It was intoxicating and Seonghwa continued to drill into you. Determination was clear on his face, his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Your eyes met his.

"God, I can't get enough of you." He panted out. Each breath grew sharper as he worked himself to his second consecutive high.

You couldn't speak, your brain was far to hazy, only your moans of pleasure and your thoughts screaming his name. The slapping of skin, over the bed creaking beneath you, and your incessant noises— becoming deafeningly loud.

Though you weren't all too worried about about being too loud. The dense snow covered forest beyond the walls of this cabin hushing it all, "Seonghwa!" Had only been a mere whisper to the trees. What had just happened between you and your bestfriend? You couldnt really say-- and he couldnt either as you both tugged on your clothes again. Neither one of you having any clue how to start the conversation at large. Though Seonghwa's voice finally broke the silence.

"That was-" He paused searching for the right word to use.

"Really good." You finished for him, another lapse of silence passed.

"I'll just- go and start a fire." Seonghwa said before leaving the room.

"I'll make dinner." You spoke quicker than you normally would and rushed off to find solitude in the kitchen. In the privacy of your own minds you thought the same thing, What was that? And why did you want more? Though was there even more to ask for when you'd seemed to have done everything?

The two of you slept separately that night, not wanting to fall into the temptation of the others skin. At least not before you figured everything out. But as you laid alone in the bed, and he in the living room in front of the fire, all that either of you could think of was your bodies pressed snuggly to the others. How it felt to have him inside you, the feeling of his hot lips on your skin. It was loud in your thoughts, and every time you tried to push it down and settle your heart, It only got louder. Sleep did eventually come to you, albeit reluctantly. It was rather short lived, you waking up to Seonghwa shaking you awake.

"They cleared the roads, my mom said we should just head home." You nodded in understanding, before watching his back as he left the room, studying the way he moved. It was effortless, graceful. You shook your head, bringing you back to reality.

By the time you were ready, Seonghwa had already had the car fully packed. You could sense that he was eager to get back home and have time for himself to think, and you didn't blame him because you wanted the same thing. You didn't want to walk on egg shells and give each other the silent treatment any longer. Yes, you wanted to figure it all out and for things to go back to normal between you two. But you couldn't help the instinct to run and hide because the feelings in your heart scared you. You'd grown so comfortable knowing Seonghwa as your bestfriend, that you weren't sure of how to react to that security changing overnight. That, your bestfriend could be more than that of a bestfriend.

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It was January and the start of the last semester of senior year. A week and a half since you'd slept with you bestfriend. Seonghwa had effectively been avoiding you and you weren't exactly searching for him either, you didn't know how to start that conversation.

'hey, I know we broke every rule in the book between us but, bestfriends still?' You knew it simply wouldn't be that easy. The things he said, the way he touched you, and made you feel. The emotions now a constant linger in your mind.

You couldn't just move on like it were nothing, because it wasn't nothing. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea but you couldn't help but think, that you wanted it again. More of him, if that were even possible. You'd never thought you'd think of Hwa that way, not in a million years. Though you didn't know how to face him. But not seeing and talking to him after being so vulnerable with each other made your heart ache.

It wasn't until he showed up at your door on that rainy Saturday afternoon, that you saw him. Your heart picking up in speed. His wet hair sticking to his forehead, had he always looked this good doing something so simple? Wearing something so simple? You were sure he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"We need to talk." He said, almost as if he was trying to convince himself, he continued as he stepped through the door, "I can't- we can't avoid this anymore. I'm sorry, y/n, I shouldn't have came onto you like that, god I should've known this would mess everything up."

"Seonghwa-"

"You were vulnerable and I let my feelings get the better of me," he hung his head, "Y/n I'm so sorry, and you don't have to forgive me."

"Seonghwa, I'm not mad at you." you said quickly so he wouldn't interrupt you again.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Why are you?" You asked softly, trying to convey your thoughts, you sighed, "You're just as scared to face these feelings as I am."

His head snapped up and his eyes found yours for, what seemed to be, the first time since he'd been there. He searched your face for any sign that you weren't serious, he came up empty handed. Had you both been feeling this?

"You-?" His eyes continued to search yours, He had so many questions, When? Why him?

"-Love you." You finished his thought with a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. His features visibly seemed to soften before he was kissing you again. You had longed for his lips to be on yours again since the moment they left, for you melted so easily into it.

He pulled back resting his forehead on your own, "I love you too." and he delved in for another kiss, before he quickly pulled back again, "Your mom."

His voice a low whisper with a tone of disappointment. But you only chuckled at him.

"She just left for her 72." You told him, and he smiled, already having plans for your alone time.

"Perfect."

You shook your head at his eagerness as he practically dragged you up the stairs to your room, "You know we'll have to tell our parents eventually right?"

"I know," He said, turning to face you once you were both in you bedroom, "But lets just enjoy this alone time." His palms held your cheeks as he kissed you with such passion it felt as if he'd taken your breath away, But you leaned into his warmth anyway before kicking your door shut with your heel.

As the sun slipped beneath the horizon and the rain poured harder outside, he showed you how much he loved you, he told you, and you fully welcomed the lingering emotions. You became his, in the twisted sheets, the loving kisses, in the noises that escaped from your swollen lips, and the baroque, Crimson Lace.

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