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akvtsuki-ari · 4 years

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Be Mean

Warnings: smut, femdom, degradation, sub!spencer, mild masochism, choking, generally mean shit lol

Length: 5.3k (ik)

Authors Note: uhh happy valentines day! not the fic anyone was expecting today and extremely self indulgent but valentines day is about self love too right? lmfao anyways, hope yall enjoy

Summary: Spencer was just a little too into the way you cuss people out and it was starting to weigh on him. You’re more than happy to help him out.

Words were falling from your lips with grace. Your back was straight as you leaned into the table - the unsub just inches away. He was a narcissist, and his hatred for strong women became increasingly clear the moment you stepped into the room. He wanted to prove he was smarter, tougher, and better than you - but the challenge you reproached him with left his knuckles white. Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, and that same grace - analyzing and cold, never seemed to escape you.

It didn’t take long for the arrest to fall through - his confession leaving him as he tried to express his pathetic anger towards you. He called you names but nothing creative, not as smart as he seemed to be but you couldn’t help but laugh at him. Soon after he delves into explaining his own genius and the pieces continued to fall together - it was a good case and luckily he didn’t get far after his first 3 victims. Not something that the BAU gets lucky with very often, you think.

Spencer watched you in the interrogation - eyes fading over your body language carefully. You were unnervingly confident - always were no matter whether it was a killer or not. He took notice of many little things that seemed to make the details of your existence culminate further in his mind. You licked the inside of your lip when you were getting close to breaking the unsub, and your eyes would get a little lower when he started to speak. You rolled your shoulders when you watched him get escorted and that warm, sweet version of you returned to you with no trouble at all.

It was easy for people to call you BAU’s resident sweetheart. You were charming, witty, and intelligent but also kind. When the team needed someone who people can trust, you were always up there on the list. Your skills of diffusion were particularly helpful, you worked homeland security for a long while and it showed. Your capabilities to ease a tense moment as well as interrogate a criminal in a provocative way has proved helpful time and time again - but who you were was always up in the air. It was a valuable trait to be mysterious in that sense.

On one hand, Spencer really did like plain Y/N more than anything. You were always particularly kind to Spencer - you remembered his birthday and always texted him right at 12 beating the entire BAU, even Garcia. You brought him soup and cold medicine when he was sick because you were close by and he needed some company. You helped him babysit JJ’s kids because you could and you were fond of them. You were never too impatient and you let him work in silence rather than making commentary about his process. You just got him, and it all seemed to come naturally though you knew things someone could only figure out through careful observation.

Y/N the Agent was different, though. Still you, when she needed to be. Any cases involving young children, or innocent people in general really showed the other side of you. But you had this moment in every case, where your hyperfocus became so sinister everyone in the department could feel it. They were different sides of the same coin, your traits manifesting themselves in different ways but Spencer had a very particular notice of it. For one, it fascinated him a lot. How could anyone not be fascinated by that?

Of course though, that wasn’t the only reason but the other half of this whole spiel was a lot more embarrassing but -

Spencer got unbelievably turned on when he watched you interrogate criminals and - listen he knows okay? He really understands how absolutely not good that is but the memory is so burned into his brain he can’t help but think about it every time it comes up.

The team was in Arizona working on ritualistic killings from a small tribe, native to the area. You and Reid had been assigned to talk to important community members and there was a head elder dude there who was particularly scummy - though not the unsub. He was too cocky to pull off such elaborate and patient murders so he was ruled out early but he was hiding something and you needed to know what it was. When interrogations went on, you confronted the man about his use of testosterone injections - something forbidden in the community since they believed modern medicine was extremely harmful, part of the killers M.O.

The conversation between the two of you was short-lived but memorable, to say the least.

“What happened, elder? Were the village girls not working for you anymore so you sicked your friend on them cause you couldn’t get it up? Was it worth it?,” your voice was thick with distaste and the elder lost his shit. He ended up confessing that he had a strong hunch but he’d only tell if they kept his secret and the lead was correct.

Spencer's mind hasn’t been able to let go of that moment and every single time a case comes up where you have to confront someone he finds himself having to relieve himself in a bathroom stall or strain himself to get it to just go away. It was killing him really. He had a crush on you sure, always has but his body reacting like he was a 16-year-old boy every time you spoke was not going to cut it but he didn’t know what to do either.

He finds himself in that same position now, on the plane ride home with the thought of you and your demeanor keeping him from focusing. You were asleep across from him, wearing comfortable clothes that slid just over your shoulders. He couldn’t help the way his eyes lingered on his skin and he tried his absolute best to ignore and go to sleep.

When Spencer Reid arrived home, he was pleasantly surprised to see messages from you, asking to hangout in his apartment while your kitchen gets renovated. There was no way in hell he was gonna say no to that, so he tidied his things up and ordered thai food while he waited for your arrival.

It didn’t take long for you to show, wearing black joggers and a tight tanktop that Spencer has never seen you in before. It looked good on you, accentuating the strength in your shoulders in back. He knew you were decently fit but this was surprising, even for him. You smiled wide as you stepped through the door, giving Spencer a tight hug. He can feel your boobs pressed up against his chest and he wants to kick himself for the shiver that runs off his spine as if he were a teenager again.

“Hey, Spence. Thanks again for letting me come over today, hope I’m not intruding,” you say softly, as you settle down on Spencer's couch, phone in hand. He nods, smiling.

“It’s no problem. The food should be here in a minute but do you want a glass of water or anything in the meantime? I also have some lemonade, if you want that,” Spencer offers. You readjust and Spencer watches the way your muscles tense. He shouldn’t be noticing something like that yet here he is.

“Lemonade sounds great, thanks Spence,” you say, laying into the couch as you scroll through your phone. Spencer excuses himself to the kitchen, grabbing glasses from his cupboard and filling them up with lemonade before returning to you. He places the glasses on the table in front of you, before the sound of the doorbell alerts him.

You get up, retying your hair as the smell of Thai food hits you. You let out an involuntary moan but Spencer just laughs. The food is set up in front of you, but its far too hot for either of you to eat so the both of you sip on your lemonade and chat instead.

“Everytime we get a few days off, the paranoia of a case hits the ground running,” you complain, gently. Spencer laughs, nodding his head.

“Oh definitely. I can’t imagine what it’s like not thinking about it all the time, though,” he explains. You nod your head in agreement.

“Yeah, but time off is still time off so the plan is to spend the weekend alone with a glass of wine and some romantic films and relax,” you explain, sighing. Spencer looks at you curiously.

“Didn’t take you for the romance type,” he states curiously. You sigh again, looking at him.

“I’m not for the most part, it kinda serves a different purpose for me than most women I’d argue,” you reply to him. Spencers intrigued by your comment and sits up a bit.

“How so?,” he poses carefully. You place your lemonade down on the coffee table and scratch the back of your neck.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like being wined-and-dined like any woman. Romance itself is nice, love is wonderful - but the way I wanna be romanced isn’t exactly traditional,” your voice is airy when you speak, laughing at yourself but the revelation maes Spencers weak.

“Traditional?,” he manages to squeak out. You notice his shift in behavior, and you slow down for a moment.

“We don’t have to talk about that kinda stuff, Spence. It’s more of a girls night thing I’d talk about with Garcia and JJ - though they already know about most of it,” you say lightly. Spencer chokes a bit as you continue to reveal details.

“No, it's not that. I’m… interested?,” he says nervously, chewing the inside of his lip. You tilt your head, surprised by his curiosity.

“Didn’t take you for a freak, pretty boy,” you comment, giggling. Spencer's face turns hot, but you reassure him you’re only kidding.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t really care for the whole subservient role, especially not in bed. I enjoy seeing someone do what I say, and having things go my way. I’ve always been like that, figured that out with my first highschool boyfriend, hah,” you say, sipping your lemonade.

Spencer swallows at the realization that you’re probably experienced, very experienced in that department. He shifts in his set again and your eyes settle on him for a moment, neither of you making eye contact but rather observing each other

“I don’t know how to explain it all that well, but I like it when I can be just a little mean, you know,” you say, smiling. Your tone is joking but your words have weight to them. Spencer's throat is closing up as you speak but he smiles back at you fondly. You take notice but hold yourself back.

“You sure you’re okay, Spencer?,” your voice is different this time. Knowing. Spencer's eyes flutter over to you and he’s aware rather suddenly of your being. The way your chest rises and falls as you speak, the smoothness of your lips around the glass, the way your hair falls over your face. He nods as you observe him. Your lips twitch up into a smile.

“Spencer, could it be resident boy genius is a sub?,” you say incredulous. Spencers whole face flushes and you find your clit up at attention at the non-verbal confession.

While he may be oblivious to it, you had a rather massive crush on Spencer. Something about his intelligence was remarkably sexy to you and knowing he was also a good person didn’t make the feelings any easier. Who could blame you for having a crush on Spencer, anway? Most people did - it was part of the reason you never told him. Based on his personality and dating history - it didn’t really seem like you were his type. You weren’t massively intelligent or particularly unique (at least you didn’t think so) so you couldn’t imagine Spencer having a crush on you. You were great, but you didn’t think you were Spencers type, thats all.

However, that didn’t stop you from thinking about him - really the opposite. Every waking moment you’d catch him doing something absentmindedly you cute - your brain begged to see him fucked out and sleepy. He’d ramble about something for so many minutes and all you wanted to do was sit on his face and shut him up (and then let him continue because he was honest to god so cute like that)

The point was that Spencer really did something to you. You had countless lingering thoughts about him but to know that this was actually something he was into made your head spin. You couldn’t hold your expression back and maybe it was your own masochism that made you want to know more but god did you want to know more.

“How long have you known about yourself, Spence?” you interrogate. Spencer swallows and prays to every deity his mind can manage as he looks at you pleadingly but you can’t recognize what the pleading is really for.

“How long have you been on the team?,” Spencer speaks before he can really understand the weight of his words, and the second he says the whole room stops. You look at him with delighted surprise and he shuts his eyes at contempt for his own existence.

“No fucking way,” you can’t help the little inhale you do at the realization. Pure excitement just emanating from your being like nobody's business. You were genuinely going to lose your mind at this revelation. Spencer Reid discovered that hes a sub because of you? Were you dreaming?

If this wasn’t Spencer's apartment he would’ve run away. He just had to look at you instead and face the fact he just revealed his own sins. Your laugh at Spencer revelation made the little nagging voice in Spencers head just a little louder and that meant that -

“You’re really into whatever you’ve been thinking of huh?,” you say, eyeing the hard-on in his pants casually. Spencer looks down and places a pillow on his lap, wishing to throw his entire existence into a fire and to never ever look back.

“Shit,” he doesn’t know what else to say. He’s at total wits end with himself and is forced to deal with the repercussions of his horniness.

On the other hand there was you, eyes full of delight as your mind raced with all the thoughts of what Spencer could be thinking about. Anything was good really, any level of him giving up his control to you was good. It all worked for you but whatever he’d been thinking about specifically had you itching to know.

“What could it be? I mean - seriously, I have to know what has the beloved Doctor this flustered. You have to tell me,” you say smiling. Spencer just shakes his head.

“Aww c'mon, do you want me to start guessing?,” you joke. Spencer looks at you that time and you realize that might be key. You look at him in surprise.

“Okay, well let’s think. It started when we worked together which means it was probably when we were in the field,” you start profiling Spencer, which on one hand he’s not a fan of but on another he’s a little turned on by.

You chew on your lip as you think for a minute.

“The work I do on the field sorta depends, but mostly I diffuse situations,” you say softly, really to only yourself. “But also, I do a lot of interrogations, and with the way you reacted to that whole being mean thing, I’m gonna go ahead and place my bets on that,” you conclude. You look to Spencer for approval and his eyes are hazy as he nods a yes.

You place your glass on the table, and move in front of Spencer. Normally your height isn’t all too important to him but right now your being towers over him and all he can do is look up at you. You wish you had the patience to do a little bit more teasing but you couldn’t hold back too much. Your knee is between his legs as you bend it and lean over him. Your fingers brush his hair back for a moment as you use your knuckle to pull his face up. He wants to refuse but he can’t so he lets you - looking at you tenderly. He’s cute like this.

“Spence, you know I actually like you right?,”

“No,”

You laugh lazily. Your hands on the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his cheek as you look at him adoringly.

“I like you a whole lot, probably a lot more than like - actually. So whatever we do after this - if you want to do something anyways, it’s because I actually like you,” you say softly. Spencer nods, blush staining his cheeks.

“I - uh, like you too,” he says warmly. You chew your lip.

“Can I kiss you, Spencer?,” the way you ask makes Spencer's heart melt. This was you, all at once. No sides of any coins, still kind and warm and thoughtful, but still mean and intimidating in the way Spencer likes. He wants to scream yes, but he nods instead.

You brush your lips over his for a second, smiling as he moves forwards to gain some contact. You don’t hesitate to kiss him forreal that time, lips pressed to his as your hand lays at the base of his necks, fingers pressing into his throat as he sighs. Your lips are warm, your touch is soft and Spencer could cry with how gentle you treat him. You pull away and brush your nose against his.

“For someone who kisses like that, I’m surprised you’re so into the idea of being degraded,” you chuckle. Spencer coughs and just looks at you shyly.

“Yeah, I really am,” his voice is hoarse.

You straddle yourself in Spencers lap and move the pillow. All the sudden contact makes his skin flush and he looks at you needy. Your pants are loose but your tank top is tight, and he finds his eyes looking at your chest before he can think about it. You roll your eyes at him, leaning into his neck to press a kiss on it. He whimpers and you smile - he really is desperate.

“Perv,” you murmur to him.He laughs.

“Can’t say you’re wrong,”

“Before we go any further, I wanna give you a safe word. I wouldn’t normally be doing something like this the first time for the purposes of semantics but I want you too badly to wait that long. I want to make sure it doesn’t get to be too much for you, in a bad way at least,” you say softly. Spencer looks at you and kisses you, and you laugh.

“We can do Red for Stop, Yellow for Slow Down, and Green for Go,” you explain warmly. He nods.

“Okay,” he says it back to you as he buries his face in your neck. You pet his hair and place a kiss on his head.

“Tell me what you want, angel,” you say first. Your voice is smooth like silk, the word angel rings out in his mind. It’s too pretty for what he wants you to do and maybe that's why he likes it so much. The juxtaposition to be something so pretty when all he wants you to do is ruin him.

He wants so much all at once he has trouble verbalizing any of it. It’d come out so incoherent even if he tried but he wants it, whatever the case may be. He feels your hands on his chest while you stare him down. He makes eye-contact and when he tries to look down again your hands force his chin up.

“Gotta look at me when you say it, baby. Otherwise, I won’t know who you’re talking too,” you say thoughtfully. Fuck - thats hot. Spencer swallows and nods, looking into your eyes as his mind racks itself with possibilities.

“Wanna fuck you,” he can’t believe how it sounds. He has so much more that he wants - he wants to fuck you while you absolutely take away his ability to cum. He wants to hear your voice when you talk down to him about it - about how hard he is when you get like this, and about how dirty he must really be. He wants to hear you threaten him with the possibility of being blue-balled hanging over his head. He wants you to be so fucking mean to him because he knows it doesn’t matter - he knows all the choice is yours and he really does love to please you and he knows he’s quite the masochist for it. He doesn’t care.

“I think you wanna do a little bit more than fuck me, Spence,” you giggle. Your eyes turn a shade darker as your hand moves to his throat. His hands are planted to his sides as your grip tightens around his neck - voice cold as you whisper into his ear.

“I think you want me to fuck you instead, yeah? Watch your teeth sink into your lips while I sit on your dick and make fun of you for how easy you twitch when I move. You’re so easy, Spencer,” the words leave your mouth and spill like wine. The words stain his whole mind with lust - absolutely aching to hear more. Fuck did he want that.

“Take your shirt off,” you don’t ask. He does so without warning and his eyes beg you do the same.

“I’ll take mine off when you’ve earned it, unzip your pants,” you reply nonchalant. He holds back a whimper and does so, his cock stiff against his boxer-briefs. You stand up and slide your pants off and your wearing boy-shorts, making Spencer sigh.

He looks up at you pleadingly, and you smile at him. You walk up to him again and smile, as he looks up at you. You let him lay his head on your stomach as he looks at you, your fingers tucked into his curls.

You tug them as you force him to look up at you. He groans from his throat as your other hand is placed on the side of his face. His eyes are weary as he looks at you. Your hands threaten to place a hit on him.

“You should get all that begging under control before there's a handmark on that pretty face of yours love,” you say softly. He looks at you with challenge.

“I don’t think I can, miss,” he says softly. You want to kiss him but you refrain.

“Color?,”

“Green”

You lift your hand and place a firm hit on Spencer's cheek. He relishes in the pain, the demand your fingers have in them. You command respect and he knew it deep in him. He groans at the feeling.

“Didn’t take you for the type,” your commentary is sly like Spencer likes it. It’s mean in a witty way, not degrading just to do it. It fits perfect with your demeanor and Spencer adores it.

You grab a stool from near one of Spencer bookshelves and place it between his legs. You’ve picked up tie from the ground while you sit yourself in front of him

“Stand up and turn around, and put your hands together behind your back,” you say, voice laced with faux boredom. Spencer does as told as you tie his hands together. You stare at him like that, taking note at his figure. He’s slim and it’s cute to you.

You pull his boxers down and spit into your hand, reaching around to wrap your hands around his cock. He hisses at the feeling, finding his hips rutting into them. He was so desperate for it.

“There's so much to do with you, I don’t even know where to start,” you sigh. Spencers mind races as your hand moves across him, wrapping around his length tight and letting your thumb run over his slit - just so you could feel how it twitched.

“I could make you cum like this, facing away from me - too focused on being degraded to care. You’d still get off on that wouldn’t you, angel?,” you say warmly. You stand up and place your hands under his chin. He looks down at it.

“Spit,”

He does as told. You drip it across his length and he shivers as you take him back into your pals, fingers curled tightly around his base while your other hand plays with his nipples. Your thumbs flick across them carefully and he whimpers, knees nearly folding at the sensation of pleasure.

“You don’t seem like one for visuals but maybe it’d be more fun for me if I fucked myself in front you with your hands behind your back. All of what would be on your dick, slick on my fingers instead. If I were nice, I’d let you taste me,” you muse. Spencer throws his head back at your words.

“Or maybe that type of torture isn’t your cup of tea. What’d you prefer Spencer? You cum so many times you nearly pass out from all the pleasure? At the end of all that, you’d have been so ruined that you’d have nothing to show for it when you came. Your whole body aching pleasure but with nothing left to give,” your thoughts come to you in phases but to Spencer the sound like holy scripture. Dry orgasms sound painful but Spencer was certainly intrigued.

“I wonder if you’d cry for me, baby. When your dick gets all red and sensitive and it hurts, would I have to wipe the tears off your pretty face? Sounds nice,” your voice is light and makes Spencer want to smile. He didn’t take you for that much of a sadist but he finds himself pleasantly surprised by the revelation

Your grip on his shaft tightens rather suddenly and Spencer whimpers. His voice is shaky, bare chest rising and falling at the feeling of your hands gripped around him.

“Fuck, please,” Spencer begs you to ease up but he doesn’t really want you too. You sigh, placing a kiss on his back.

“Please, what? You want me to stop?,” you ask, knowing damn well that it was the opposite. He shakes his head.

“Please let me fuck you, please,” the need in Spencer's voice was rather nice. You pull your hand off and tell Spencer to lay down on the couch. He does so without question but aches with how much he misses your touch. He moved against his restraints to try and get some friction but no luck.

He watches you as you pull down your underwear, giving him a view to how wet you are. A slick spot just sitting between your thighs, pretty as can be. Spencer's throat is dry, the urge to touch you sending his mind into agony.

“You talk too much,” your actions speak louder than words as you position yourself over Spencer's face. His neck cranes up to get a taste of you, tongue flatly along your slit trying to get some friction. You groan at the feeling, as Spencer laps at you. Flicking his tongue back and forth along your clit, curling around before sucking it into his mouth for a few seconds at a time.

“Jesus, Spencer,” you moan out to him, finger gripping in his hair. He wished he could verbalize how grateful he was, but he tried his best to show it instead. He could do this all day if you let him, and if his hands were free he’d wrap them tightly around your hips so you’d lean more weight on him. You could break his neck, honestly. It wouldn't matter to him, the way you had him feeling.

You grind your hips, rutting against Spencer's tongue as you ride yourself closer to orgasm. The sound of you getting off mixed with the taste of you on his tongue made Spencer feel like he was living off of you and he didn’t mind. You were so good to him.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” is the last words you say before you cum all over Spencer face. Riding your orgasm out, you move and look down at Spencer, face flush. He smiles at you, absolutely ecstatic and you can’t help but laugh.

“I’ll untie you now, you did so good for me baby,” you praise softly, untying Spencer's hands. The first thing he does is sit up and wrap his arms around your waist. He places kisses along your naval as you pet his hair. He looks up at you, your orgasm still clear on his face. You cup his jaw and kiss him, just a little messy.

“You're soft, baby,” you note. He nods, seeming sleepy already and you wanna coo at him. He looks up at you again and shakes his head.

“Be mean to me, please,” his voice is shaky. You’re surprised, leaning down to give him a kiss on the forehead before you agree.

“Sit back,” you demand. He does so without question as you straddle his lap. He can feel his tip brushing back and forth between your folds as you look at him adoringly, face full of affection mixed with an urge to give him what he’s so kindly asked for.

You wrap your hands around his neck as you sink down on Spencer cock. It stretches you out slowly, wrapped tightly around Spencer. He hits your cervix with ease. His breathing is labored, his hand holding your wrist as you choke him.

“Look at you, my love. I’m taking your breath away, and you're giving it up to me just like that? You want me to wreck you that badly huh? I didn’t take your for such a slut,” you utter that last word with false confidence but the way Spencer adores every second of it gives you real confidence instead. He could cum right then and there - hearing you call him a slut makes him feel something rather unexpected. It’s an ultimate powerplay, because the both of you know that right now he’s only giving it up for you, but it implies something so much greater. He likes it so much, likes the sound of bombarding him with pleasure and degradation that when he moans, voice strained as the column of his neck gets squeezed - he doesn’t really know how to stop himself from saying again.

“You like being a slut for me baby?,” you ask, bouncing up and down on Spencer cock, feeling the way he twitches in you. You let go of his throat, and he coughs before looking at you softly. His fingers run over the feeling of your hands. Your mouth moves to his neck instead, marking hickies into it as he holds onto your hips and fucks into you. He nods his head yes at your question.

“You’re so needy, love,” you remark, pulling back and using your fingers to rub your clit as Spencer fucks into you. You cum again a second time, convulsing around Spencer's length as you moan his name.

“Please, please can I cum?,” Spencer asks politely. You’d love to tease him more, but you figure it may be too much for him so you just nod. You kiss him softly.

“Anywhere you wanna finish?,” you ask. He looks immediately at your chest. You take off your tank top and bra and get on your knees for Spencer as he finishes on your chest, voice groaning your name.

“Y/N - fuck, oh my god,” His eyes are shut in pleasure and you can’t help but smile at him. When he comes down from his high and sees you stood up, looking for your clothes - he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you down to the couch. You giggle as he does.

“You did so good for me, baby. You’re such a good boy,” the praises fall from your lips with ease as Spencer mutters a flushed thank you. You reach to the table for a tissue as you wipe the cum off of your chest, making Spencer snort.

You turn around to be facing Spencer, naked bodies just holding each other. You play with Spencer's hair pressing constant kisses into his shoulders, or on his forehead. Anywhere you can get them really.

“It’s time for aftercare soon, but we can sit here a little longer if you like. Just no sleeping until we’ve showered and eaten and you’re taken care of, okay?,” you say lovingly, tucking Spencer's hair back behind his ear. He smiles at you softly, the feeling of being pampered like that holding him close.

“Hey, Y/N,” he looks at you with adoration “Will you please be my girlfriend? Cause I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” he says with sincerity. You can’t help but chuckle as you kiss him slowly.

“Yes, Spence, of course. I’m in love with you too, by the way,” you say back. Spencer simply smiles, hugging you tight and hoping to never let you go.

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eternaljouska · 5 years

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The Face of the Moon - Kwon Soonyoung

Pairing: Soonyoung x Reader

Genre: Hurt-Comfort, Highschool!AU (barely-there-background-info only)

Word Count: 1,678

The land breeze that sways your hair sneaks around and embraces you in its cold, prompting a shiver down from the back of your neck to your bare feet. It is foolish, you admit, going out to the beach like this: two hours past midnight, thin sweater over your basic tees and shorts, and your shoes neglected on your side. You hadn’t wandered to the beach after you’re roused from your slumber by some nightmares. You had come with a purpose, your calling on nights when sleep doesn’t come easy.

You’re sitting down on the sand with your knees held close to your chest, supporting the small sketchbook atop of it. There’s a set of watercolor paints on your right and a bottle of water standing beside your shoes. The first stroke of your brush paints dark blue on your blank paper. You don’t bring any pencil to outline the picture in your head. You only bring a pen for your finishing, for the words over the painting. But that’s fine, you don’t need an outline. The image that you have is just a poor modification of the sea and the sky in front of you. It’s fine.

But Soonyoung knows that you’re not. Every time you take out your sketchbook, he’s always anxious. It has become such a strange instinct for him. The way your eyes dim but are raging with fire at the same time, it’s unsettling. In the class, you sit in the back corner, your eyes always watching. Even last night, at the buffet signaling the start of the fancy trip the school has, you’re sitting alone, the three chairs around your table have been long since dragged away by people who have too many on their groups. Soonyoung noticed that, but he stayed in his own corner, figuring out ways to finally see you. That’s why when he caught sight of you from his balcony, leaving the hotel at two in the morning with your sketchbook and paint set in one hand and a water bottle in the other, he’d been quick to grab his jacket and followed you out.

You’re less than twenty steps away from him, but now you’re already stopping, and Soonyoung stops also. He watches how you lay everything beside you, even your shoes. You throw your gaze to the sea at the same time as the breeze skims through his uncovered skin. It’s a few moments later that he realizes you have started on your painting, the dance that your hair does with the wind evidently distracting for him.

Soonyoung takes steps upon careful steps until he’s standing right behind you. He waits silently until he can see the idea of a clear sky and just as clear sea, except for four things: the yellow moon in the middle of the sky, a silhouette of a person in the middle of the sea and both of their reflections on the water. You’ve begun writing at that time, and he remembers that it means your painting is finished. That’s what he sees you usually do, scribbling something that’s too long to only be a signature before finally closing your sketchbook.

She’s almost done.

He lowers his body and moves his head to the side to peek around you, trying on his subtlety as best as he can to read your writing, which is not easy considering his poor eyesight.

The girl swims to the open ocean, one hand raising up once in a while, bidding several hellos to the mourning sky. Her face is the light of the moon itself, magnified.

Soonyoung stares at the figure on your painting once again and understands. The reflection of the moon that he thought falls onto the surface of the water in front of the girl, lands on that girl’s face instead.

Her face is the mirror of the moon as much as the sea is of the sky. As the waves guide her closer to the stomach of the ocean, the moon grows bigger and fills her dark pupils, and then she raises both of her hands—

His reading’s interrupted by your abrupt action of snapping shut the sketchbook. Soonyoung audibly curses, a millisecond too late to realize that you’ve known all about his presence behind you. You gather your stuff in a hurry, and without sparing him any word or even a glance you walk away from Soonyoung.

“Y/n, wait! You’re not finished yet!” Soonyoung calls out, utterly baffled seeing the turn of the events. He rushes to you and was about to grab your hand when he has a second thought after seeing your expression. “Hey, where are you going? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your personal space or anything. I know it’s none of my business, but I was just curious. I saw you walking out of the hotel and followed you. Y/n, please, stop for a second. I just wanna know what happens next, on your writing.”

You halt and turn around all in a split of a second, taking Soonyoung completely by surprise. “Stop that. Because like what you said, it’s none of your business. And stop following me.” You spin around and start to walk away once again, but Soonyoung gets to you first.

“We stay in the same hotel. I know your room. I know your house. We’re in the same class. You know how consistent I can be. Just- let me know what will happen, and I’ll leave you alone.” Soonyoung knows how creepy he sounds, and he can see that on the way you furrow your eyebrows, but he’s desperate. He knows it in his heart that the girl in your painting is you, and that somehow, if he knows what you have for that girl, ultimately, he’ll be able to see you.

“Why are you so stupid and annoying, huh? She’ll drown! If that’s not clear enough for you.”

Soonyoung drops his hand and takes an involuntary step back. “What?” he gasps out, his brain cannot accept the answer you gave him. “Wait, that- that doesn’t— Hey! Wait! Tell me one more thing, please? Y/n, please? Y/n!”

Your steps falter at his pleas, and you turn around. “What?” you ask curtly.

“Why… Why is she swimming that far?”

“It’s the moon. She wants to embrace the moon.”

And again, your answer confuses him. “That- that doesn’t make any sense.”

Soonyoung voice is faint and grave, but his eyes on you are unyielding. The moonlight catches on his dark orbs, and you can see that what he has is beyond just simple curiosity. After all, you know Soonyoung. He’s a vibrant presence in your dull class. Everybody would notice when he’s absent. You’ve watched him, the way you watch everyone else. And more often than not, you’d catch him looking. But he always stays in the comfort of his corner in the front of the class, surrounded by his friends. Everyone seeks him out, and sometimes you fall into the habit of wondering what it feels like to be sought out like that. You don’t need everyone, obviously, since it’s difficult enough to get one. For that reason, when you noticed a shadow of another head on your sketchbook, you’d been frightened rather than surprised. You snapped your sketchbook closed and rushed to gather your belongings before jumping up to your feet and walked hastily back to the direction of the hotel.

For a second, when you heard his voice calling out for you, you’re confused. You hadn’t expected anyone to actually seek you out, not at that moment, and not by him. Although, his explanation told you enough that everything that’s happening was entirely by chance, which somehow transformed your confusion into a rage. But then, looking at him staring at you like that, your stomach clenches at the familiarity of his gaze. He’s always looking at you with that same gaze, only this time, despair is clearly written on his eyes. You understand what he’s doing—what he’s been doing all this time. And your eyes suddenly burn. “It does. It makes sense.” You give him one last look before you trudge away from him, eyes already wet with newly formed tears.

“It doesn’t. How— Why? I can’t- I can’t understand why she would—“

“What is so hard to understand, Soonyoung?!” you snap at him, one hot tear finally escaping your eyes. “Why is it so hard for you to see that she’ll drown, huh? The moon won’t get any closer no matter how far she’ll swim, and the ocean gets deeper the farther she goes, and nobody—nobody—on the shore cares enough to notice she’s gone. There’s nobody- there’s nobody on the shore, Soonyoung.”

“How would she know that?” Soonyoung asks softly as he takes several long strides towards you. “How would she know whether someone’s on the shore or not? She’s too focused on the moon above her, how would she know?”

You stare up at him despite your glassy eyes and recognize the truth on his words. You catch your lower lip under your teeth, a frail attempt to prevent your sobs from forcing out of your throat. It takes you too long to realize what’s happening, too transfixed on his gaze that the fact that you’re not holding it anymore fazes you. You gasp as you feel Soonyoung’s hands snake around your body, replacing the cold of the land breeze and holding you close to his warmth. A shiver runs down from the back of your neck to your bare feet once again, now because of an absolutely different reason.

“Don’t drown, please,” he whispers, and you feel your sobs heighten at those three words. You wrap your arms around him and cry all of your unshed tears. When you’re done and your puffy eyes start to hurt, Soonyoung loosens his hold on you, trying to meet your eyes as he says with his infamous smile, “I’m here. I’ll be on your shore. I’ll rent a speedboat out to save you, okay?”

1. Happy birthday jungkookie (lol I know this is not even a bts fic, but still) I’m sorry I kinda give up on birthday fic

2. Kyeomie is so precious, please protect

3. I scrolled down kristian-do’s blog so much I might swerve bias to Jeonghan (no, duh, who are we talking about here, but man, he’s beautiful)

3. Hoon in horangi’s shirt (GET WELL SOON BBY)

that’s all. goodbye. (this is an inside joke only i understand. lame.)

alright, hope you like this one~ i’m sorry i blabbered

#kwon soonyoung #soonyoung fluff #hoshi fluff #seventeen fluff #soonyoung angst #hoshi angst #kwon soonyoung fluff #kwon hoshi #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #hoshi imagines #hoshi scenarios

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OMG!! I really love your johhny 90s skater au!! its so good and cute too 😭♥️ ah idk if you accept request but if you can, will you make the mark version? if not that’s okay!! i always love your writings! ♥️♥️

couldn’t resist making mark one of these too hehe!! | 90s skater bf!au

the hands of the clock on the wall look like they’ve been stuck in the same place for ages

45 more minutes of detention - can i even live that long or will i die in here of boredom?

you sigh, looking down at your textbook where all the words just seem jumbled together on the page

there are three other kids in detention with you

ones a notorious burn out senior and the other is the girl whose won prom queen twice - and has been left back twice too

and of course there’s mark lee

technically he’s not that bad of a student, he just hangs around with the skaters who are associated with the stoners

and well

sometimes riding your board through the lunchroom because johnny seo dared you to gets your butt thrown in here

but to be fair - you thought he’d looked pretty cute doing a little kick flip and nearly giving one of the lunch lady’s a heartattack

his board is leaning up against his desk, it’s well-worn and covered in sublime stickers

mark himself is wearing the issued uniform button down, but with ripped up black knee shorts and busted looking vans

he’s got one of those tie-dye bucket hats on and both his ears are pierced

which is like, totally against the rules

he catches you looking over your shoulder at him and smiles

taking a quick peek at the teacher whose fast asleep at the front

before he scribbles something down on a piece of paper and crumples it up quietly enough so that he can toss it over to you

you catch it, careful to open the note behind the coverage of your desk

‘wanna ditch this snooze-fest?’

you stop yourself from grinning and write your answer back

‘duh! but how are we gonna get past professor sleepzilla?’

‘i’ve got a plan - just follow my lead!’

you nod and turn to the front of the class, wondering what mark has in mind

behind you, mark sets down his board a

nd sneakily pushes it so it goes right into the side of the wall, making a large banging sound, before rolling back to mark

who puts his feet up on it and watches as the professor wakes up, frazzled

muttering about what all that ruckus is about

“uh i think it’s coming from down the hall man”

mark remarks and everyone, including you agrees

the professor makes a discerning comment about how he’ll be right back so no one move

but the minute he’s out the door

you and mark are up (and so is everyone else) to follow out the door and dip

“bangin’ distraction little dude!”

the senior comments, giving mark a clap on the shoulder as he smiles back

“what can i say - im what people call a like,,,,,genius?”

you roll your eyes, but laugh anyway

“sure sure - you should apply to harvard.”

“oh snap - i definitely should! you think i can major in skating?”

you can’t help but nearly snort at that one, but before either of you makes anymore jokes

mark takes your hand and tells you that you guys have gotta be quick till before the professor comes back

you don’t expect his skin to be so warm or that he’d even grab you like this

but you follow him anyway, up the stairs and toward the gym

it’s empty since it’s afterschool and you ask mark why he’s taking you there - wouldn’t it be better to get outside? go to the park or grab some cheap food?

“the gym’s perfect for skating - don’t you wanna try?”

he puts his board down, easily stepping on and skating a little cirle around you

“skating? i don’t want to bust my head open-”

mark puts his foot down and brings his board to a stop

“i would never let you get hurt.”

he smiles and you feel something in your chest tug

“so c’mon. ill make sure you don’t fall.”

you’re a little shaky at first - and not to mention embarrassed

because mark starts off by holding your shoulders, but gradually his hands end up on your waist

“i don’t think i have any balance mark!”

“nah, you’re doing wicked! here, try leaning your weight toward me so the board moves to the left-”

he tightens his hold a little on you and you take a breath

you bend your knees a bit and try to push most of your body toward mark

but you must be doing it way more than intended

because instead of turning

you end up sort of wobbling right off, the board shooting out from under your feet as you fall down toward mark

he has a firm hold on you - so he catches you just fine

but your noses are practically touching and you find yourself looking into his sparkling brown eyes

he’s always seemed like a chill, kind dude - and, for lack of a better adjective, hella cute

“i-”

you start, thinking you should apologize

but you see mark’s eyes hesitate as they fall toward your lips and then up to meet your gaze again as his cheeks turn pink

he seems to want to do something, he isn’t exactly letting you go

but before either of you can lean toward the other

you hear the sound of the gym doors opening

terrified, you both turn

simply fearing that the professor has caught you after returning to an empty detention classroom

but instead

it’s mark’s friends, yuta and johnny

who are staring at you two with big smirks on their faces

“hey hey this is a school! what are you two doing!”

johnny exclaims, while yuta shakes his head

“at least get a room first!”

you and mark pull apart, trying to explain what really happened but neither of his friends seem to be buying it

instead they’re giving him high fives and winks

and you feel like your face is on fire

when suddenly johnny goes

“but yeah guys - let’s get out of here before we all get caught.”

that’s something you can all get behind and you end up out of the school

johnny and yuta parting ways with you guys and leaving you and mark behind to wait for the bus

when suddenly, as you and mark awkwardly try to make small talk

you hear johnny’s voice again

“take them on a date or something mark, stop acting like a fool!”

this time you and mark both look and feel like you’re up in flames but like,,,,,it works

mark does invite you on a date

and you never thought you’d enjoy fries and skateboards as much as you do now

(because that’s all highschoolers can really do on dates in the 90s LOL)

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #mark lee scenarios #mark lee imagines #mark lee au #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 au #mark scenarios #mark imagines #mark au #member: mark lee #sfw #90s au

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Thoughts whilst watching 6x12

- I actually feel sorry for Theo. He has no one. He came back from the dead, was forced to help the pack, bonded with Liam, but then got neglected again. He does have a really fancy Jeep so idk how that worked out but okay. - It’s the spiders again. Rats, bugs in wolves, spiders. Odd. - Can someone try out Scott’s number and see what happens? - Hunters? - Oh, come on why you gotta shoot him? he just pulled a spider out of his back. - I wonder why Scott hallucinated. It has, as far as I remember, never happened before. Was it the shock that the bullet was Argent’s, thinking he’s killing the supernatural again with stronger, more dangerous weapons? Perhaps. Or it has something to do with the aftermath of the Wild Hunt. Liam can’t control himself sometimes, and Scott wolfed out in front of an entire squad of police officers. - The Sheriff is just not impressed anymore lol. Like “wop, there I go again, attacked by something I don’t know the name of.” - Also why is Malia running behind him? For Lydia, it’s logical, but Malia is a were-coyote. Use that super speed girl. - Ugh, why are they all so pretty? - Pack feels in the car ayyye. - Liam and Mason are so cute, it’s all just parallels of Stiles and Scott. - Those kids are so cute. I remember being hopeful in Freshmen Year that highschool would be awesome and full of dreams. (Spoiler Alert: it is filled with homework and tears) - “Go lacrosse!” “yay sports” I CAN’T XD - Bitch if he doesn’t make an appointment than you can’t force him. - “Opportunities Multiply as They Are Seized.” True. - lol and then Mason happily walking in nearly fangirling over his favourite peot or something. - that knife though. threat from the argent’s? - aw come on, why do the black people always get hurt here. First the black orderly, now him. He’s just fourteen, leave him alone. - Thank the Gods that Parrish is finally useful. You were shit in season five and 6A. Thank the Gods for making him go and not Lydia. - I want Lydia’s top. - Please, Scott should’ve known from the beginning the passport was Allison. His own passport for everything in sophomore year was Allison. - Oh and thank you Teen Wolf for not forgetting one of your greatest characters. Allison Argent will be forever missed. I really, fucking miss her. - Malia’s humour is on point btw. - So the name of the dead hellhound is Halwyn. Halwyn Hellhound, nice to meet you. - So the white haired dude is a doctor ohhhhh. - bitch even if you do lock him up Parrish can still burn down the gate he’s literal fire. - BRETT - Wait since when does Corey play lacrosse? And do girls still play in the team? Because you had Kira and then later on Gwen in 6A. Now it seems like there are none. CONSISTENCY, TEEN WOLF! - Liam hold your wolf in, please. - Aye it’s that relative of Brett that I always forget the name of. No hard feelings, girlie. - Keep it in, Liam. - “That’s the IED I remember.” dude. not cool. wait, doesn’t Brett know that Liam is a werewolf? Isn’t Brett one himself? Or did I just read that in fanfiction? I’m so confused. - oh yeah he knows nevermind. - fuck he’s hot - well hello Samarah from The Ring. - oh wait fuck is everyone dead? - ah, a doctor is evil. what a surprise. - Come on, Liam. Don’t lose it. Also, where is the black freshman? - ayyyye Argent please don’t be the bad guy, thank you. - he’s so not impressed I love him. Him and Melissa are also, clealry, not together, so why did they kiss in 6A if it had no meaning? - Oh, Malia. - “Bitch you think im getting out there? hell no.” MALIA I LOVE HER THIS SEASON SHELLEY IS DOING A WONDERFUL JOB. - For a man like Argent, it’s odd he even used “Allison”, as hackers often opt first for things that are familiar to the ones they are wanting to hack. Like family names, pets, dates, et cetera. - Fuck, man, he’s also part human. You’re a murderer. Well, he’s a hunter, actually. Now it’s just not an organised party, everyone is just killing. It’s basically season 4 only without the money. - wop, guess Jordan will go in hibernation then. - This woman fucking stayed at school for hours just to give him back that ball and threathen him or something. Jesus get a life. - oh fuck you. using wolfsbane is a dick move. - Lydia fucking register for MIT odwn throw that away please. You have a little less than two hours so do something. - I love her ring. Very minimalistic. (gets sudden thoughts of married stydia and starts crying. trash ophelia has arrived) - oh my God, Lydia, how much has Stiles influenced you. Like “Woopsie she caught me just pretend you’re really interested in this pack of post its yep totally not suspicious yep perfect perfect plan amazing awesome.” - Also her banshee powers are on point. - Bitch he has never even terrified anyone. You have nothing to him personally but you’re acting like he did. - oh sure just stick a pole in his body. - “That’s incredible”, oh so now she’s a sadist, great. - oh cry cry you bitch be fucking afraid. what a dumb bitch. - no no no don’t go to the counsellor - How did Liam not smell blood? Or just the stench of a body? Anyway, good job Mason. - Holy fucking shit. I get why the call it the most gory season yet. I’m fascinated though. - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LYDIA STAY AWAY sTILES WOULD MURDER EVERYONE IF HE KNEW lYDIA WENT I ALONE; - Her booties... I want them. - nononononono don’t lock Lydia up, please let her go she doesn’t deserve this. - great she’s probabaly having some sort of PTSD attack. great great great. -_- - LYDIA - Even though I’m still against Lydia being there, her having her warrior “overcoming fears” Mulan-esque moment is so badass and inspiring. I’m here for it. - But you can’t just kill a hellhound. It should be a special kind of bullet. So, if the doctor puts a bullet against Parrish’ head, it shouldn’t kill him. Something’s off. - YESSS LYDIA - Even though I don’t ship Parrish and Lydia, it’s like now they’re even. he saved her in Eichen, now she saved him. It’s cool :) - “I’m worried about you”, and in that moment, the whole scolia fandom died. - Scott’s look though, I’m even shipping it. He’s probably thinking of kissing her and then snaps out of it. - “cutesy looking down afraid of admitting feelings that have been developing since 3B” trope. - Scott’s smile - Yep. This is exactly how Stydia has been built up and I like it. I like Scolia. I’m here for it. - awww, bonding over almost being killed many times. cute. - cockblock!Argent - okay even I fangirled over that “Scott is looking while she isn’t”-look. That’s a parallel to this right here motherfuckers

- oh no they found the boy - wait, what was the flesh thing then? - Wait but Liam hasn’t done anything to the pupils. Or have I forgotten something? - oh fucking hell Gerard. - ah, so Gerard is going to recruit a new batch of hunters, as the Argent’s basically stopped.

#tw spoilers #teen wolf #tw #scott mccall #anti marrish #scolia #scalia #stydia #malia tate #lydia martin #jordan parrish #theo raeken #liam dunbar #mason hewitt

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academicsapphic · 7 years

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92 Question Tag

Tagged by @annikki-studies thanks a bunch!

LAST:

Drink: always water

Phone call: the pharmacy

Text message: “everyone i know just leaves after sleeping together unless they’re like dating” - me to a GC

Song you listened to: Crushed Little Stars - Mitski

Time you cried: i don’t even remember which frightens me cause i normally cry every five seconds

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: i haven’t even dated someone once 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i haven’t even kissed someone once 8. Been cheated on: see #6 9. Lost someone special: i don’t feel like i have? 10. Been depressed: it’s my way of life 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: okay so i did drink a punch at my friend’s party and i didn’t get drunk but my body completely rejected it cause i drank half a cup really slowly with water, was completely lucid, and ten minutes later started vomiting. that’s enough liquor for me i shall stick with beer. and im still salty cause i was like i wanna see what its like to be tipsy i wanna let loose and have fun! and my body was like “how about no fun and only puke”. all that to say: yes and no??? DON’T DRINK LIQUOR MIXED WITH JUICE IT’S A DISASTER WAITING TO HAPPEN EITHER DO SHOTS OR DRINK BEER OR DRINK NOTHING

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: purple, certain blues, gray

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: omg so many. ive made shitty ones then i made my actual ones. all you do in college is make friends. 16. Fallen out of love: havent been in it. ive fallen out of infatuation though 17. Laughed until you cried: of course, all the time, my friends are ridiculous 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah that’s always a great feeling 19. Met someone who changed you: i’m sure lots of people i’ve met are responsible for who i am today 20. Found out who your friends are: yes, see #15 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: see #7 GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them why would i add strangers 23. Do you have any pets: a dog 24. Do you want to change your name: not really 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i think we went to dinner 26. What time did you wake up: like 6 something? not being at college means i have a normal sleep schedule and i hate it 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping i hate summer 28. Name something you can’t wait for: MOVE-IN MOVE-IN MOVE-IN I WANNA GO BACK TO UNI SO BAD 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: about an hour or two ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: so many things i cant even list but also im very grateful for my life so like idk 31. What are you listening to right now: HIMYM 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ?? idk 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: summer, registration, sometimes my family 34. Most visited websites: Netflix, YouTube, Tumblr, Amazon, Vandy’s registration site, and MyFitnessPal

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: my arm, my neck, my chin 36. Mark/s: a lot, birthmarks, scars, places ive burned myself 37. Childhood dream: same one i have now, be a professional musician and performer 38. Hair color: dark almost black brown 39. Long or short hair: long, but recently my hair got cut and i actually really like it short too but for the long run, long 40. Do you have a crush on someone: no life is boring and im giving my feelings a break from getting hurt 41. What do you like about yourself: sometimes my music is good and my eyes are a nice color but i hate everything about me lol 42. Piercings: basic ears 43. Blood type: no idea 44. Nickname: Bree 45. Relationship status: single, as i have been for my whole life, as i will be for my whole life 46. Zodiac: Aquarius

47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: Fringe/The Office 49. Tattoos: Nope, maybe someday, something small on my wrist or hand, but probably not cause my pain tolerance is -100 50. Right or left hand: left 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: ive gotten highlights a couple times 53. Sport: softball from childhood through high school 55. Vacation: going to myrtle beach next week 56. Pair of trainers: what are trainers? MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: just made myself dinner (veggie burger with lettuce bun and 100-calorie fries) 58. Drinking: water, obv 59. I’m about to: eat some frozen grapes and do some cardio 61. Waiting for: School to start jesus i wanna go back so bad

62. Want: all my wildest dreams to come true 63. Get married: i like really really wanna spend my life with someone so hopefully that happens someday 64. Career: idk yet. maybe grad school, maybe law school, maybe my music career will take off and ill get to do my passion for a living WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: i wouldnt know cause no kisses yet 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: for guys, taller, for girls i dont care cause theyre all so beautiful i shant dare have a preference for their anything 68. Older or younger: older but not by a lot 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: i truly dont care i have neither so how could i judge 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive i love crying and i wanna have a df who cries too 72. Hook up or relationship: not that i could get either, but relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker cause im so hesitant HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes it tastes so bad but i stuck through it to try to get drunk 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: i literally lost my right contact at the beginning of senior year and spent the rest of highschool wearing just my left one. i’m a mess. i’ve never lost my glasses though *knock on wood* 77. Turned someone down: yes which is amazing 78. Sex on the first date: if im going on a date with someone ive probably already known them for a while since dating strangers terrifies me so sure maybe why not 79. Broken someone’s heart: doubt it 80. Had your heart broken: not truly? like ive never been in love but in an infatuation crush sense? literally all the time. i spent all second semester so heartbroken that i was in physical pain for months at a time over this guy i liked so much who had a girlfriend and was also really annoying so it wasnt even worth it. it took a therapy session to get out of it.

81. Been arrested: no my black ass would probably be killed first 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: I never fall for friends. that’s so weird to me. when i first meet you i’m either not attracted to you so you’re therefore just my friend, or i’m attracted to you and i can’t just like you as a friend so you’re a crush. but i’ve never been friends with someone i liked, i’ve only liked strangers and people i’ve never talked to cause im pathetic. i could never like one of my friends oh my god. when friends like me, i get so uncomfortable i can hardly look at them. DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: honestly i have to cause its kind of hard to let down the only person on your team at all times 85. Miracles: kind of, i believe that everything happens for a reason and the universe/gods have a plan so if something miraculous happens it was meant to happen 86. Love at first sight: i believe in first really strong attraction that turns into love 87. Santa Claus: not anymore :’( 88. Kiss on the first date: definitely, even before the first date who cares OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: don’t really have a single best friend 91. Eye color: brown 92. Favorite movie: Breakfast at Tiffany’s probably

#mine

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musicalthot · 7 years

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Hamilton songs Summarized

act 1 Alexander Hamilton: The begining of sevral songs that begin with “how does a…”

Aaron Burr Sir: orphan gang!!1!1! Just kidding im gonna hang out with those guys

My Shot: “shooty shooty shooty SHOT”

The Story Of Tonight: John Laurens is a pure angel you cannot to u c h h i m

TheSchuylerSisters: ANGELICA IS HELLA WOKE YO

FarmerRefuted: Samuel Seaburry gets pressed to no end

You'llBeBack: King George gets his lil moment

RightHandMan: Burr gets curved by gwash! ham is secretary! hercules is now a spy!(ft. Ensemble yelling “WHAT”)

AWintersBall: John Laurens wanna be straight so bad

Helpless: Eliza is so sweet and in love and beautiful yeth is support this

Satisfied: INTENSE!! ANGELICA DOES NOT DESERVE THIS KIND OF HURT!! SHE IS TOO CARING GIVER HER A HUG!! I DonT SUPPORT THIS ANYMORE!! (ft. A fire rap)

The Story Of Tonight: pure drunk cinnamons buns & aaron burr spills the tea!

Wait For It: Burr really spills the tea tho like damn. (and we see such a different side of burr he only needs a hug)

Stay Alive: The making of a master plan! Charles Lee can actually run these hands tho. Lafayette is promoted!

Ten Duel Commandments: “yall really about to duel?” “yeah lol” (and aNthonY rAmOs’ VoIcE i-)

Meet Him Inside: gwash is angery!! (CALL ME SON oNe MoRe TiMe)

That Would Be Enough: how many weeps will i weep? Alexander youre unborn SON

Guns And Ships: LAFAYETTE GETS RECOGNITION YES IM S N A T C H E D

History Has Its Eyes On You: washington made every mistake, hamilton did everything right, but guess who dies?

Yorktown: immigrants, we get the job done. HERCELES MULLIGAN! A TAILOR SPYING ON THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT I TAKE THE MEASURMENT INFORMATION AND-

What Comes Next?: a pressedt king george

Dear Theodosia: how pure? how lovely? how soft? amazing fathers wow!

Non-Stop: every song in the musical is referenced like wth how Lin is a genius.

act 2

What’d I Miss: everyones favoritestyle icon and cocky piece of purple velvet tbh

Cabinet Battle #1: both jefferson and hamilton spit 100% fire and i love it

Take a Break: philip spits FIRE, angelica gets worked up over a comma (??), eliza really tryna meet at this river or something, he wont take a break !

Say No To This: Alexander is a sinner! But he isnt the victim! Leave Maria alone!

Room Where It Happens: Burr really wanna be in this room you see, but hamilton is a smug hoe, and wallstreet!

Schuyler Defeated: Aaron Burr is actually a snake with no belifs! Wow!

Cabinet Battles #2: “nah i swear im not lafayette”

Washington On Your Side: the salt level is the highest it will ever be, the whole production falls to salt, salt is now the #1 factor in the reat of the play

One Last Time: If it wasn’t for washington stepping down we would have the same president until they died, god bless him.

I Know Him: John Adams? Lmao hes done for

The Adams Administration: o dam! Alexander Hamilton is actually in such highschool drama!

We Know: salt particle number 1, 2 and 3 push hamilton into writing his whole reputation into the ground

Hurricane: “imma ruin my own life for literally no good reason!”

The Reynolds Pamplet: Angelica flames Hamilton into a whole different former british colony. (Ft. Damn!)

Burn: ELIZA PLEASE STOP CRYING *burns paper*

Blow Us All Away: Philip is actually the sun! And was about to have a threesome! But still cares far too much about his fathers legacy!

Stay Alive (Reprise): Philip is actually the sun but is now dead! French counting now makes me wanna die!

Its Quiet Uptown: i really have no words, its just sadness

The Election of 1800: “guys please my son just died i need-” “JEFFERSON OR BURR?” “ok, jefferson i guess”

Your Obedient Servant: “motherfucker, aboligize or fight” “motherfucker, no thanks” “motherfucker?” “motherfucker.” and they actually fiGhT.

Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: “meeting out of town” what a LiE

The World Was Wide Enough: DUDE U REALLY SHOT HIM! I THOUGHT THE BULLET WOULD LIKE GO THROUGH HIM OR SOMETHING SHIT IM-

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: God bless Eliza, she really DID that. Eliza deserves her own musical. #ElizaTheMusical

#hamilton #hamiltrash #alexander hamilton #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #john laurens #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #aaron burr #thomas jefferson #james madison #george washington

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On to the Next: Writing Update for 7/10/17

I threw up my hands in triumph.

It had been a long time coming. I’ve been mentioning over at my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/writerguygothic) that I had been working on a spec script. Every year the writing programs would open up. Every year I would be determined to write something and enter it. Every year, my work schedules converged on me like a hurricane, cutting into my free time to the point I never seem to make deadline on any of the writing programs I was interested in.

Until now.

I happened to be off at the main job. And I sat at Lestat’s Coffeehouse in Normal Heights, working out the finer points of my spec script…which was on Supergirl. I know, I know. Of course. From there, I started to fill out my applications. There were some setbacks (no longer having Abode, spotty internet), but in the end, I was done before the midnight deadline.

It was time for a drink. Lol.

But on a serious note, it was satisfying. It has been said of writers that we do have a habit of starting projects. From there, we never finish. Whether it was a matter of time or a distraction of another project, the project you were working on never came to be. So I was satisfied that I had finished. Moreso, I got to see a side of me that I was finding that I did not see much of anymore…the motivated dreamer who was focused on one and one thing only: the writing.

What had happened to this driven man?

With that in mind…I figured it was time to take stock. Otherwise known as EDITING, WRITING, TYPING.

EDITING: A Thing About Status (Update on Phase Two)

I know I had mentioned Phase Two.

Phase Two had been what I called this year with me as a writer. The rule of thumb appeared to have been that a writer should have one foot in the world of self-publishing. Meanwhile, that other foot should be standing in the world of traditional publishing. Granted there was no right or wrong way to enjoy life in the writing world.

Renewing my old subscription to Writer’s Digest was the first step in that direction.

Surprised? So was I. How could I had allowed it to fall by the wayside? Well, life had gotten in the way. Then a day came where I woke up…and that was where my mind had been.

Over time I got used to reading it again. It was like reusing a muscle that had been idle…or learning to ride a bike again. It had given me lovely hints on how to progress my writing again in ways that I had not since I started to take my writing seriously. There were times on the bus that I would grow a grin because I learned something new.

Then came the Agents issue.

Every year, Writer’s Digest released an issue that talked about agents. There would be things like how to write a killer query letter. There would be ways to come across professionally. There were even an article about how to read through ‘Agent Code.’ Most importantly, there would be a list of agents, where they worked, and what they were looking for.

And that…was what I was looking for.

A long while again, I had completed my submission packages on my two novels: the gay novel Pictures of a Jaded Bitch and my YA horror mystery novel He Awaits. However, they had been sitting idle for months. Why? Because I wanted to try them on agents. Especially He Awaits with its dark subject matter. And now…it was time.

But…did I have it in me? I was not sure, but it was better that I at least went ahead and went for it. After all, you only live once.

So…I started to read the Agents List. I marked what I thought might be a fit. I went past what was not. However…I went to work on that List.

WRITING: FROM BLOCK TO LOCK (Working on Crossover…and Other Stories)

When I first finished Darkchilde (the second book in the Darkened series https://www.amazon.com/Darkchilde-Darkened-2-LaTorre-Mays-ebook/dp/B01JGQ3ISE/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8), I was restless. I was not sure given how much time it took to work on it if I could write again. Or maybe I should say that I was a bit burned out on my lovely Nosferatu. I couldn’t bring myself to write to save my life after it.

That however didn’t stop me from going back to working on Crossover, my YA sci-fi novel that started as a NANOWRIMO project back in 2014. At first it was slow to get back into. And that drove me a bit crazy. Where my Nosferatu, witches, and the like’s words flowed out of me like good wine to the lips, I could not find a good writing rhythm to this new project.

I was…blocked. Worry set in. Had I been gone from it for too long?

So…I took a step back.

I went to work. I went to the gym. I played catchup on waaay too many tv shows that my co-worker wanted me to play catchup on…by the way, The 100 rocked this season. 😉 I went out dancing. I fancied a drink quite a few times.

In a sentence…I went and lived life.

And then…one day…I came back to Crossover. And…it started to spin.

I was surprised at first. But then it occurred to me what was wrong the first time around. I had been writing for sure. But I had not put myself into it. My Nosferatu books were darkness and deep. Crossover was most definitely lighter than those. That was intentional. After all, I wanted to do something different. And yet…

…Crossover was too light. And that I guess did not sit right with me or my characters. I was only touching the surface. It was time for me to go deeper.

And deeper I went. I learned a little more about what made my main character Nick tick, things that would be important moving into the later chapters in the book. I learned more about his circle of friends, attempting to move them from being stereotypical teens. I learned a LOT about his potential love interest Mia…not to mention other potential love interest Sabrina. And the build to the dance that closed out the second section was better than I expected. Awesome!!!

Then…my Nosferatu came a-calling.

After a period of hearing nothing, the Darkenverse was calling to me again. Aidan wanted a girlfriend. Nicholas wanted to discuss his past as hinted at in my novel Darkchilde. Both demanded novellas and my time to write them.

Hm.

And just like that, the block was gone.

TYPING: Sometimes It is the Little Things

I had told my co-worker forever that I wanted to do a blog on Supergirl. I guess it was something that has been on my mind for a while in some form. My Arkansas BFF had always thought that I should be writing more to my strength. And by strength, he meant my pop culture know-how and tv show knowledge. However, the only time I’ve written anything having to do within that realm was my review of Ace of Base’s US version of their third cd. Looooong time ago.

I had finished the second section of Crossover. However, I was not ready to go back to my Nosferatu. In fact, I couldn’t decide who to talk to first: Aidan or Nicholas. And the inactivity of writing was starting to annoy.

So I turned to my blog. And I remembered that I had wanted to do a blog about Supergirl.

So…I did.

I had been a big fan of the first season of Supergirl. Season 2 was a bone of contention between me and my co-worker. Every week we went back and forth. So I sat down and started to type up my thoughts on it. And those thoughts turned into ‘Well…I Guess That’s Your Exit’ (http://someplace-that-is-else.tumblr.com/post/160597303533/welli-guess-thats-your-exit-what-supergirl). I even found memes and pictures for the points that I had.

But something happened in the process of working on it.

The idea. The concept. It was nice to put together a piece. It reminded me of the fact that I had been incorporating techniques that I’ve gotten from reading Writer’s Digest. And if I had not recommitted to a subscription maybe I would not have been so bold.

It was also nice to see that I could come up with a design. That took me back to high school when I did copy for the newspaper…something that I had not thought of in a long time. If I could do that, then perhaps I could do OTHER things…

Well…it was a good start.

And that was where I was standing in my writing life.

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