#my confidence in myself in writing her is still. hm.

[enkvyu]

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo drabble #getou suguru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sashisu #sss trio #gojo hcs #gojo fluff

[k00sblogger]

PROFESSOR

Synopsis: The one where your professor blackmails you

Warnings: Blackmailing, Coercion, spanking, Degrading, oc's nudes get sent around, crying, unprotected sex, 2 jimin POVS, dub con, Jimins sneaky, Age gap (21&26).

(IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DUB-CON, DO NOT READ)

Pairing: Professor!jimin x naive!reader

a/n: for the person who requested this, i found it slightly hard to write a non con version of this, so i made it dub con instead. Hope that's okay🤍.

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JIMIN'S POV:

"Holy fuck." i think to myself, sitting in the corner of my room as i scroll through the nudes sent to me by a anonymous number. I felt bad i truly did, but if i said my dick wasn't hard right now looking at these photos, It would be a lie.

I had my ways of getting what I wanted, even if i went through hell and back to get it. Seeing the nude photos of y/n made me feel like the shit i went through to get it was worth it. I was gonna get what i'd been waiting for all this time later today.

The thought alone was enough for me to slap a smile on my face.

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Y/N POV:

"Stop! We're supposed to be quiet!" i whisper shout at julie. Her laugh was contagious, and I was almost sure Mr. Park was gonna have it out for us after today.

Snapping us out of our laughing fit is the loud bell, all the students beginning to grab their bags and leave the room. "See you in lunch?" I say, stuffing my journals into my bag as julie begins to leave. "Yeah, see ya!"

I laugh as she rushes out of the room. I didn't need to ask to know she was going to meet up with her boyfriend in the halls. The two of them have been the same ever since high school, i can't help but to smile when i see them together.

The sound of the classrooms door slamming pulls me out of my thoughts, looking up to see my professor locking it. "Professor park? I'm still in here." I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I walk to the front of the classroom.

"Sit down for a second." he says, his hands behind his back as he walks over to me. I take the time to appreciate the thought he put into his outfit today. There's not a day he doesn't come into class with his hair styled and suit fresh from the cleaners.

"I have a class to attend mr. park i can-" I'm cut off with a phone being shoved into my face. As soon as my eyes focus onto the picture my heart drops. Nudes that I sent to an ex almost a year ago, All over his phone.

He casually scrolls through the photos, scanning over my blank expression. "Sit down y/n" he says again. I obey him without question, what else could I do when my nudes were in his possession? I'd be a fool to try and protest to him.

"H-How the fuck do you have that..?" i say, cursing was the least of my worries. My TEACHER has seen me naked for fucks sake. "Look if your thinking about reporting this to the dean p-please don't.. i'm a good kid and i really don't know how these pictures got-" he cuts off my rambling as his fist slams on the table.

"Shut up, damn." he blurts out, and i go quiet. "I'm not going to say too much about this to you y/n. I assume you don't want these out, right?" he says, his tone unusually soft. He never spoke soft to anyone, he even made it a point to his students to be confident when speaking, about anything.

I nod, looking down in shame. Who knew nudes from a year ago would cause me this much trouble. And to think my ex was the one who sent them out? I trusted him with my life. Our breakup may have been bad, but i never would've shared his private photos just because i was mad at him. Clearly, he didn't feel the same.

"Look at me." he says, and i inhale sharply as his hand comes in contact with my hair, moving it back behind my ear as i look up at him. "I know you don't want anyone seeing you like this." he says, placing the phone in front of me as he tilts my head down to take another look at the photos.

"Taking pictures of yourself naked? What were you thinking hm?" the tone in his voice makes me feel even more ashamed than i already was. "I know it was wrong.. i'm sorry." my voice comes out in a whisper, i didn't even know why i was apologizing to him, he wasn't my boyfriend.

"I know you're sorry sweetheart." he says, caressing my cheek with his thumb. For a moment I felt as if he actually cared. Maybe.. just maybe someone sent him these photos in good hopes that he would warn me? Or maybe i'm just being delusional.

He interrupts my thoughts with a "But." , removing his thumb from my cheek as he picks his phone up again, stuffing it into his suits pocket. "In order for me to just let you off the hook, you're gonna have to do something for me." i look at him anxiously as i stand up from my seat, nodding with a panicked expression.

"I'll do anything, i just.. i don't want this photo to get me expelled." i felt as if i was begging him, but i didn't care. I'd worked hard to get into this college. If all my hard work was thrown away just because of a nude, i'd never live it down.

"Come here." he says, waving me over to his desk and pushing me up against it. "You wanna get out of this, correct?" he says, his voice growing lower. "Of course i do..." i reply, my hands beginning to shake.

Again, he removes his phone from his pocket, waving it in front of my face. "Then your gonna let me have my way with you, and afterwards, i'll delete your little pictures alright?" he says, his face showing nothing but fake sympathy as he hoists me up onto his desk.

"Mr. park.. we shouldn't-" he glares at me before i even finish my sentence. His eyes diverting to his phone and then back to my eyes as if he was silently telling me not to protest. "If you want to be let of the hook." he pauses, flipping my skirt up and moving my purple underwear to the side. "You're gonna be quiet and take what i give you."

He moves me off of the desk just to turn me around and bend me over, his hand resting on the back of my throat as he takes a long look at my pussy. Already soaking at the thought of him fucking me.

"Shit, you like this don't you." he mutters, keeping my head down on the desk as he takes his dick out, his boxers sitting on his thighs as he taps the tip on my ass.

"Tell me you like it ." he says, waiting to push into me, and moving to tap his tip on my clit instead. All that comes out is a stutter, i can't even speak. "I-I don't.. this isn't right!" he gives a annoyed groan, not happy with my response.

"Y/n." he says again, slapping my ass cheek hard enough to turn it red. "I said, tell me you like it." It's only now that i feel the tears running down my cheek, and they grow worse when he pushes his dick into me. Drawing a pained whine from my throat at the stretch. "Not gonna say what i wanna hear? Gonna make me fuck it out of you?"

He wastes no time in pounding into me, hand coming to cover my mouth. His pleasure evident with the way he was groaning, thrusting into me harder everytime he felt me tighten around him.

His hand slaps my ass again and again, the stinging becoming almost unbearable as i lie under him, letting him do whatever he pleased.

"Fuck, sit up." he says, his dick slipping out of me with a loud pop as he flips me over, lifting up one of my thighs before he pushes his dick right back in. "Wanna see that pretty face when i fuck you."

Throwing my head back, i finally let out a moan, no longer hiding how good he was making me feel. I watch as he brings his hand up to his mouth, spitting onto his fingers and then reaching down to rub his thumb over my clit.

"M-Mr. Park!" the fact he was my teacher was beginning to turn me on even more. Looking into his eyes as he grins at me, his grip on my thigh even tighter than before.

"Wanna fill you up with my cum, shit-" and he does, cutting himself off as he shoots his cum into me, moving closer and allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The feeling of him cumming inside is enough to tip me right over the edge, gripping his bicep as i cum around his cock.

We sit there for a moment, enjoying each others embrace before he slips out of me, grabbing his phone straight away. "I keep my word" he says, showing me the phone as he deletes all of the photos, being sure to show me him deleting them out of his recently deleted as well.

"T-Thank you." i say, i had to. I was thankful that he didn't report me to the dean, even if this is the way i had to go about it. He nods and grabs my book bag, handing it to me as he begins to walk me out. "I know you have a class in a couple minutes, go."

He was right, looking up at the clock on the wall it was ten minutes until my next class. I give him a small awkward wave as i run off, moving as quickly as i can to my next class as i try to ignore the feeling between my legs.

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JIMINS POV:

As she leaves my classroom, i let out a sigh of relief. Smoothing my hands over my suit as I walk to the back of the classroom, pulling out the tiny camera from behind a picture.

"Naive little girl." I mutter to myself, watching the video of us from a moment ago, lost in the way her face contorts.

"She's gonna lose her mind." i say, laughing to myself as i stuff the camera into my bag along with my phone and other belongings. After shutting off the lights in my classroom i leave the building, feeling proud about what I had just done.

Tomorrows gonna be a lot of fun.

-requested by @parkjiminspersonalhoe

#jimin smut #bts smut #park jimin #park jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts x you #bts x reader #bts oneshot #jimin oneshot #jimin fanfic #bts fanfiction

[ghouljams]

Yes- hi- hello, tis I, the moth that will ram into your window :3

Anyway

My brainrot for Fae!Price is so hhhhhgggnnnn and I've backed myself into a corner by crafting the idea of Witch Darling trying to fluster Price in return for all the times he's done so to her. Like- they're just doing their daily thing and Price pulls out a cigar but Witch just snaps her fingers and lights it for him and he's like "Why'd you do that?" And Witch immediately follows up nonchalantly "Pretty boys shouldn't have to light their own cigars."

And Price is fucking floored

Like- he's had experience with people flirting with him, especially debtors trying to get a better deal when talking to him, but when it's coming from Witch?

GOD DAYUM

Okay back to lurking for me, take care of yourself and drink water if you haven't already. I will find a way I to your house and bring you water if you don't <3

Hi, hi, hello! I am taking care of myself! Had a good birthday and didn't write anything which was very weird but very nice to have a break. I return with Witch and Price because I desperately miss writing for them.

I've had this idea of Witch showing up at the 141's usual bar and causing trouble and this is the perfect ask for it. Here's Witch being well... far too pretty for her own good, and Price being a terribly weak man for her. Witch's dress is based on one from 1964's "What a Way To Go" which has some of the most spectacular textile artistry I've ever seen.

Price's knuckles drag up your back as you lean against the bar to order a drink. You're not used to this many eyes on you, but it's worth it for the single pair of cool blues that study you like they've never seen you before. His fingers hook in the double line of pearls that trail down your spine to your skirt, thumb counting over every one before his fingers reach the sleek silk of your dress.

"Can I buy you a drink?" You ask him, Price's eyes follow his hand where it hovers over your bare skin. More than you think he's ever seen of you. You like throwing him off, it's rather fun seeing him at a loss for words.

"Fuck sweetheart, buy the whole bar for all I care," he presses his hand against you, spreads his fingers wide against the small of your back. Each one a threatening display of his adoration. "What're you doing here?" He can't ignore the stares anymore than you can. A witch in a fae bar, your back exposed, vulnerabilities on display, you can feel the hunger that rolls through the room. You're not as easy a target as they'd all like to think.

"Good looking guys like you shouldn't buy their own drinks, so here I am."

"Here you are," Price breathes, you like the heat in his eyes. It's hard to match him, you aren't exactly flirty. Not by nature at least, and you don't have his easy self assurance. You're confident in yourself, but not quite in the same interpersonal sense. Still, if anything was going to set you up for success it would be Price. His eyes, his touch, there's something to having his attention so fully focused on you. A room full of people and yet you're the only two in it that can touch each other.

You signal the bartender for two of whatever Price drinks, watching him pull a cigar from his pocket in your periphery. You snap your fingers to conjure a flame and hold your hand out to him. The little red flame flickering on your pointer finger dances happily as he takes your hand and holds it to his cigar. You try not to be too flustered when he moves his cigar to extinguish your flame on his tongue. The slick muscle curling around your finger, making a heat coil in your stomach. He settles your hand on his shoulder, forces you to turn on your stool to watch him press his lips to the inside of your arm.

"You almost make me wanna wear a suit," he sounds, hm, it's an admission, but not one that lines up with his actual words. Not a lie, never a lie, a rephrasing of a truth. He almost makes you want to ask.

"You'd look good in a suit," is all you can think to say.

"You look good in white," he responds, the hand on your back tugs you off your seat. You do your best to avoid stepping on his toes as he pulls you to stand, turns your back against the bar, and boxes you in. A physical barrier between you and the open room, Price's strong arms rest on either side of you, his fingers tapping the bar as you stare up at him. You're supposed to be making him flustered. You really have to up your game.

You slide your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the firm muscle there, the slight give of his skin and the tension your touch brings to him. There's a tightness in his jaw when you look up at him, a flinty edge to his eyes as he watches the bartender.

"What're you thinking about pretty boy?" You ask. He blinks, surprised, and looks at you. His eyes trace over you, gaze sliding like magma over your form. You try to keep your breaths even, try not to be affected by him. When he looks at you like that you can't help wanting more of him.

Your fingers slide down his chest to hook in his belt loops, and Price draws a shuddering breath. He cannot talk to you like this. Whatever has gotten into you is bad for his health. Whatever has gotten onto you as well. He takes a long drag of his cigar, tries to keep his eyes off the cling of silk against your chest. Made much more difficult when his smoke takes it upon itself to fall over you, slide down the soft curves of your body so he can feel the shape of you.

What's he thinking about? You, always you. In every position, you.

The bartender sets two whiskey glasses between his hands, behind you. Their eyes rest too long on your exposed shoulders. Price gives them a warning growl, enjoys the way it rips from his throat, the way your fingers tug ever so slightly in response. You tip your head back to see what he's growling at and- God you are just- a tease, that's what you are. The way your neck stretches for him, the way your lips part, your back arches. He tips your head forward again, keeps your pretty little self contained and off the bar.

"Are both of these for me?" He rasps, God he hopes so, could use all the liquor he can get.

"One's mine." Are you keeping your voice low like that because you want to drive him mad? It's working.

"You even like whiskey?" He's never seen you drink, but he would bet you're preferential to something sweeter.

"I can drink it, if that's what you're asking," you twist to grab your glass, and quickly tip its contents into his. Price takes another long drag of his cigar watching you raise the glass to your lips and take a sip. You lower it with a sigh, your lipstick staining the edge. You hold the glass out to him, or up for him, as he exhales.

Oh you are sweet the way you breathe in his smoke.

Price takes the glass from your fingers and keeps his eyes on yours as he takes a drink. He savors the way you watch him, how focused you are even with your eyes lidded. He hands the glass back, and watches you swallow a pull of the amber liquor as he smokes. When you lower the cup from your lips he tips your head back with a gentle finger under your chin, leaning down to hover his mouth over yours and breathe. He feels you pull his smoke into your lungs, feels where it escapes your lips to curl over your cheeks, your jaw, soft magic to make your head spin. His favorite kind.

"You're awfully forward tonight little Witch," he hums, feeling you tilt your head, just barely brush his lips with your own.

"Trying to give you a taste of your own medicine," your honesty always hits him between the ribs, Price smiles, "is it working?"

"Perfectly," he feels your tongue flick against his lip, catching a last hint of whiskey, and his hand wraps around your neck. God what you do to him. "The things I would do for you," he breathes, you're testing his resolve. Lucky he hasn't spun you around and pressed you against this bar. It wouldn't be the first time someone had gotten what they deserved in here.

"Don't you mean to me?" You smile, he can feel the curve of your smile, so tantalizingly close.

"No," he takes a half step closer, feels you press yourself top to toe against him, "I mean on my knees, with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock, with whatever you asked for. For. You."

You shudder against him so nicely. A valiant effort, he thinks, but how could you ever think you could beat him at his own game?

#cod x reader #x reader #1fae1 #john price x reader #captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price x oc #captain price cod #captain price #john price x oc #oc: witch #x oc #cod x oc #Witch has a fairly conservative style except when she wants to show off #and then all bets are off #i think about this dress every goddamn day #and i know Price will be thinking about it forever too #Witch you are so lucky this man has the self control of a saint

[leeehye]

a dare after all…(C.S)

“…I will show you how crazy you actually make me sweetheart…”

Summary ~ Y/n’s crush on her bodyguard, Choi San becomes known after a mischievous dare at a party. What she doesn’t know is if he feels the same.

warnings ⚠️ ~ mentions of alcohol, touching, language, mentions of sex, suggestive 🔞

a/n ☁️~ I am just loving San right now with Ateez new comeback I had to write this for him! 🔥 its kinda short in my opinion. Might have a pt2 ?

🎶MAKE IT BOUNCY 🎵

The music boomed around the place as I danced with Jia, my best friend, giggling while drinking some more. Not gonna lie the alcohol was starting to kick in.

“Girls! Come join we’re playing truth or dare!” Wooyoung yelled from the livingroom as some of the guys started to gather and Jia and I looked at each other before making our way to them. Before I could get to them I felt a strong hand grabbing my arm. Turning my head I caught the eyes of Choi San, my bodyguard. He had been working for me and my family for some months now and I had started to see him as more than a bodyguard, his broad shoulders, and the way his long sleeves were rolled up exposing his veiny arms sometimes made me go crazy or the way he always cared for me. But it would be so wrong to say I had fallen in love with my bodyguard, my father would kill me.

“Miss Y/n…you should stop drinking and it’s getting late…your father—” he started but I cut him off.

“San…my dad is on a business trip, he is barely at home, and I’m not even drinking a lot…” I said smiling nodding my head assuring him that I would be fine. He let go and I sat down on the floor next to Jia and Mingi.

“San! Dude come on join us! Drop the professionalism at least for tonight!” Wooyoung yelled at him laughing. San just shook his head and took a seat on the couch watching, Wooyoung shrugged and looked around at the group of people.

Wooyoung started the game, starting with asking Seonghwa, who chose dare and Wooyoung made him eat a spoonful of chili pepper paste. I kind of felt bad but it was a bit funny at the same time. Some minutes into the game Mingi decided to ask me.

“Y/n! Truth or dare?” Mingi asked making me giggle as my cheeks started to blush for some reason. I was nervous for both choices.

“Um…Truth” I said making it come out as a question from my lack of confidence in this game. Mingi chuckled and thought for a few seconds.

“Hm, would you sleep with a person in this room?” Mingi asked as Wooyoung started laughing seeing my shock face.

“Mingi! Shut the fuck up!” I yelled laughing nervously before clearing my throat.

“Yes” I finished off drinking some more of my alcohol feeling hot.

“Oh! Who?” Wooyoung asked quickly, I shrugged my shoulders.

“I am not answering that! It’s not part of the question!” I yelled, throwing him my empty red cup.

Wooyoung laughed and wiggled his eyebrows at me, making a gesture to look behind me. Turning my head slowly I see San’s gaze fixated on me and I quickly turn back after we made eye contact.

I tried my best to hide my face that showed that San was the person I would like (love) to sleep with. I couldn’t just say it though.

Wooyoung seemed to notice and showed a mischievous smirk and continued the game. After having to do some dares and say embarrassing truths. Wooyoung cleared his throat and asked me

“Truth or dare y/n?” He said still with a smirk and I looked at him confused.

I thought about it for a few seconds, not all dares were bad and truths were getting kind of boring. I laugh softly before looking at him.

“dare…”

He bit his lower lip while laughing. He nodded before speaking

“I dare you to kiss your bodyguard” he said and I felt like just killing myself right then wanting the earth to swallow me whole. My eyes widened and my heart started beating fast. Hearing the people around starting to make teasing noises made it worse.

“I…but he’s not even playing” I said trying to avoid the dare but Wooyoung wouldn’t budge he made an annoying “nah-ah” sound and started making kissing noises to annoy me and Mingi started to push me up on my feet.

“I’m helping you out Y/n” he said winking at me playfully as he waved his hands for me to stand up. I slowly stood up hitting Mingi in a playful yet embarrassed way, and made my way to San who was just as shocked as I was. The only difference was that I actually did want to kiss him and him on the other hand, I wasn’t sure what he felt. I slowly sat down next to him on the couch and moved my hand on top of his. His eyes moved down to see my tiny hand on his large one. Before he could look back up at me and say anything I decided to risk it all. It was a dare after all. That could be my excuse.

“I’m sorry…” I whispered only for him to hear.

I gently crushed my lips on his soft ones staring to kiss him gently, not even a second later he returned the kiss. His hand gently moved to the side of my neck. His touch was so magical it did something to me. It came back to me that we were being watched and I slowly broke the kiss. I hesitated to make eye contact with him, slightly noticing the bit of my gloss still on his lips. I blush hard and got up nervously going back to my spot.

My legs and hands were shaking. My cheeks were probably so red but I could blame the alcohol. I had to admit kissing San was a dream come true.

“Should I dare you to go into a room with your bodyguard next Y/n?” Wooyoung said laughing making me come out of my thoughts and I quickly slapped him on the back of his head with some force but still playfully.

“Yah!” He yelled at me jokingly. The game went on and my mind couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. His lips, his touch was just so sweet just like I imagined it would be.

God. I have really fallen for my hot bodyguard. And my body wanted more of him.

“Hey Y/n come have some more shots!” Wooyoung yelled at me, serving some more drinks kicking me back to reality.

“No thank you, I…I’m getting drowsy and I want to go home now… I think I drank enough tonight ” I said seeing San in the corner of my eye getting up, making my thoughts come back. God I couldn’t imagine what San was thinking. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was he comfortable? God.

Wooyoung showed a pout and took the shot he had served me.

“Okay well you’re right, I think you both need to go do things huh?” he said laughing. I widened my eyes and made a face at him to shut up.

“Um…Let’s go San… Bye guys!” I said quickly walking out of the house before Wooyoung could say anything else.

- - - - time skips

The ride home was quiet and neither of us spoke. Even if I tried the alcohol was now hitting and I started feeling sleepy, my head slowly hanging as I fell asleep in the car. Minutes later I felt the car come to a stop. My eyes were half open, while I looked around I failed to recognize my own house. I turned my head gently hearing the door open and close and San opened my door.

My drunken self still managed to recall the kiss we shared a few hours ago. He pushed his body into the car ondoing my belt. His neck was on full display for me, he smelled so good, I just wanted to throw myself on him and actually show him how I felt, and just melt into his warmth. He slowly looked at me, our faces close to each other. His strong arm made its way under my thighs and the other one behind my neck and he took me out of the car slowly. My head fell on his shoulder and I kept admiring him with half open eyes.

Good thing I was kind of drunk and that I might forget tomorrow but tonight I wasn’t in the right mind and was willing to risk it all when I asked him the following.

“Did you like it, Sannie?” I mumbled drunkenly. Sannie?! Y/n! Shut up!

After my question I felt his body tense up against mine, his strong arms slowly left my body as he sat me down on the big couch in the living room. My hand quickly pulled him down with me from his shirt.

His eyes widened, quickly holding himself up with his hands to not fall on me completely.

“I asked you a question, San?” I whispered moving his little hairs off his face smiling, his cheeks turned a tint of red as he cleared his throat.

“Miss…I…I don’t think I should answer …I mean it was a game you were playing I don’t—” he started but I cut him off.

“Should I do it again Sannie? It wasn’t just a game to me…” I whispered cupping his face with my hands. His eyes glanced at my lips as he seemed to crave another kiss. I blushed and I started leaning in but he caught my eyes when I saw him leaning in, grabbing my face gently. He now is the one to connect his lips to mine. He was a completely different person from earlier, his tongue slowly licking my bottom lip entering my mouth as our tongues moved against each other. My hands slowly traveled down his chest earning a soft groan from him down to his abs and close to the part where he started to need me most.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, his breath heavy and a bit fast while he admires me pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Miss Y/n…As much as I want to…I can’t” he whispered softly resting his forehead on mine as if he was trying his best to not do anything wrong. I looked at him and understood his hesitation. I gently cup his cheek with my hand.

“San…I know you are worried about my father…but how about we keep this a secret? I have feelings for you…I would do anything to be with you” I told him shyly looking down.

San showed a gente smile and raised my face with his thumb and index finger.

“As long as you're comfortable with this my princess…” he said before going back to kissing me gently. His other hand slowly went down to touch my thighs gently moving his hand under my skirt. “I will show you how crazy you actually make me sweetheart…”

“S-San…” I moaned against his lips and he slowly pulled away slowly looking at me with his eyes filled with love and desire.

“let’s go to my room…” I whispered and he chuckled, kissing my jawline.

“If we go to your room, I won’t contain myself anymore darling” he whispered, making me widen my eyes slightly. His hand slowly coming up to the spot under my boob.

“you’ve contained yourself?” I whispered softly shyly and his hands gently moved down to my waist gripping it gently with his fingernails and he slowly nodded his head.

“and you don’t know how hard it's been,” he whispered gently against my neck starting to kiss it and marking me.

“Good thing I’m not telling you to contain yourself right?” I whispered into his ear before he kissed me again. This time harder and passionately as my arms swung around his neck. His hands explored my body in a sweet way slowly touching my thighs making a moan escape from my mouth. He slowly pulled me closer, picking me off the couch. I felt his mouth form a smile making my cheeks heat up.

He made his way to my room with me in his arms . Entering my room he kicked the door gently closing it without breaking the kiss slowly moving down to my neck. His touches are so soft and full of love.

He walked us to my bed laying me down as he comes down with me between my legs kissing down my collarbone. While my hands gently touch his muscles on his arms. I feel a smirk form against my skin and he slowly takes me hands and pins them above my head.

“Tonight is all for you my princess…” he whispered and started to unbutton my blouse. My breathing was heavy and slow and watching how he undid a button one my one made me realize he was the man I wanted to take my virginity not because I had a crush on him but because he was my safe place. If I was going to be with someone for the first time…

It had to be Choi San.

Update: PART 2 - POSTED PART 2

(please don’t be a silent reader I take any opinion or requests I need ideas! 💡)

#ateez fic #san ateez #choi san #ateez smut #san smut #san x y/n #san x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ateez san #mingi #san imagines #ateez fluff

[unrequitedloveletter]

Hi! Can I request a kenji x fem!reader where kenji is always confident and bold but with the reader he’s always nervous cause he likes her and she’s oblivious, plus a fluffy love confession. Thank you so much!!

Coffee- K.K x fem! reader

hi! I am SO SORRY for how late this is releasing--I had a really shitty august in terms of motivation and then the first day of september devolved into the worst day of the past few months very quickly, but I am determined to write all of my requests and give myself a bit of downtime before the fall event releases three fridays from now!

I did end up doing part of this in the headcanon format because it's just easier on me mentally right now, but I did turn the love confession into a fic because doing that in that way made sense to me where describing the lead up didn't, which I hope makes up for the fact that I chose to write it the way I did! I hope you enjoy and again, I am so sorry for the delay with this.

Fic type- this is just. there is so much fluff.

Warnings- hints at a coffee dependency, a mention of the reader constantly feeling the need to be productive even on days off (the reader says that they need to learn that days off can be used to rest, and says that it's not funny anymore) and a mention of Elton Johns book "Me" if that also counts.

okay, so!

Juliette notices it first

She sees how Kenji becomes around you and then she and Warner compare it to how he is with other people

there's a lot of "he's a dick when he's around everyone else," and "He likes her! That's really sweet! Oh, we should get them together."

Juliette Ferrars would be the ultimate wing woman and you cannot convince me otherwise

Meanwhile, every time someone points out something nice about you Kenjis entire attitude is like: "yeah she's pretty. like really pretty. like effortlessly pretty. and I love the sound of her voice. and the way that her eyes look in the sun. and what of it??"

and then he's like "am I falling in love?? is this what love is??" five or six weeks into the crush

Ten or eleven weeks and he's accepted it but has moved into the "she'll never like me back," stage.

Meanwhile, every damn time he smiles at you your heart starts racing and you just kind of freeze up a little, but you're at the same place he is--you don't think he likes you back and that he never could.

there's even a point where, standing next to you and able to sense your emotions, Warner just goes "hm. You and Kenji are looking at each other and feeling the same lovey-dovey feeling."

to be fair to you, you were a few glasses deep into the white wine and every time you looked at Kenji all you could focus on were the depths of his eyes. we're blaming the drunken haze for your obliviousness in this instance

There comes a point, as there always is with falling in love, where Kenji feels like he'll be single and forever alone unless he tells you how he feels, so he decides to do it.

Kenji finds you in the living room of your townhouse early on a Saturday morning, the townhouse having been a spot you'd coveted as it had belonged to a relative before things took off with the Resistance and everyone was still living within the sectors and under the rule of Aarons father. Juliette and Aaron had insisted you take it with the return of democracy and, selfishly, you had.

You were in a sweater that Kenji had forgotten he'd given to you at one point or another, a pair of sweatpants, and had a throw blanket draped loosely over your legs, a book in hand and the lamp on to allow yourself a bit of light to read.

"Hey," Kenji had greeted, the nerves kicking in before he'd had the chance to stop them. "Catching up on some reading, I see. What's the book?"

"A memoir by a guy who used to sing a lot?" You said, glancing at the cover again. "Elton John. His autobiography. It's a decent read so far, so I'll be sticking with it, which is nice. Loads of books were burned by the Reestablishment but I found this one in the physical library."

"The libraries are being reopened? That's incredible," Kenji said. "Also, how on earth can you be tired right now? It's barely seven in the morning and you're typically up with the sun as it is."

"I am allowed to be tired," you said defensively, throwing a throw pillow at Kenji and letting the book sit, somewhat forgotten in your lap.

"Did Juliette and Warner ask you to look after their dog yesterday?" Kenji asked, catching the pillow and throwing it back at you with a laugh.

"Gardening," you said. "I was gardening during the morning, and then Juliette and I took a walk that ended up being three fucking hours long, and then I offered to walk their dog. I need to learn that days off can be used to rest. It's not funny anymore."

Kenji laughed at you lightly, coming to sit next to you on the couch. "I have something to confess," he said.

"Do all of your confessing," you responded. "As long as you promise to make me coffee and give me a--strictly platonic, as Winston would grudgingly point out if he were here, while Brendan looked at me like I was an oblivious fool--forehead kiss."

Kenji laughed, wrapped an arm around you as you pressed your head against his shoulder.

"I'm in love with you," he said. "I am so in love with you, in fact, that every time I see you I become a bashful idiot, to use Warners words."

You grinned, part of yourself giving way to disbelief as you looked at him.

"And you came here, and you told me this at seven am?" You asked. "I mean, I love you too, Kenji, so much so that thinking of you while I'm meant to be working renders me nearly useless--seven in the morning? When I'm tired and I spent a solid fifteen seconds complaining about how yesterday was, when, aside from the foot pain from all of the walking, it was actually an amazing day?"

"Yep," Kenji said, popping the p with a shrug of his shoulders. "I love you and your complaints."

You grinned a bit more, let your eyes flutter closed as Kenji pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm going to make us coffee," Kenji said, his lips ghosting near your forehead. You decidedly didn't care about the coffee anymore--just wanted to be with him, but you didn't say it. On days like that one, Kenji was typically just as coffee reliant as you were.

You let Kenji go, opening your eyes and going back to your book as you realized that you were still grinning.

You found yourself unsure that you'd ever stop, but when you felt another kiss dropped to the back of your head and an "I love you," whispered near your ear, you found that it was something you didn't mind as long as Kenji was with you.

#kenji kishimoto #kenji kishimoto x reader #shatter me

[jinlias]

kinktober day 3 - corruption kink w yuna

- i had to make another part for this tehe i wanna make it a whole series, and i am thinking of writing for skz SOLELY on this au

- some other kinks involved! i couldn’t help myself!!

"yuna." your mouth is open mid shock, your hand still where she placed it earlier only now her puppy eyes have intensified and she's quite literally pleading.

"please. i'm a quick learner." it's pathetic, how she has to beg for you to fuck her, and it's even worse that you're actually thinking about it. it's not that she wasn't attractive, fuck no, if anything she was too pretty, but it was more the lack of awareness about how much she wanted you. "unnie-"

“okay” you nod, somewhat lost in her glossy, perfectly plump lips “lock the door for me, would you?” yuna nods desperately, and in the blink of an eye, she’s locked the door and has ran to sit back next to you.

she sits there, expectantly, awaiting your next move “tell me what you want from me”

“i don’t know” yuna begins “i want you to do the things you do to them, i don’t know how, but i want you to touch me”

she’s quick to follow when you tap your lap for her to sit on, still looking at you with doe, doll-like orbs. you gently lift her skirt, finding matching cotton panties that barely covered anything, the words ‘kiss here’ printed right in the middle of it.

“i wore them for you” yuna murmurs, pushing her chest out towards you.

“yeah? what if i said no? hm?” her breath hitched as she follows and watches as your lips get closer to hers. “would you have begged?”

“yes” there’s no hesitation in her voice, almost as if she’s waiting for a praise in return, but that’s the last thing you’ll give her.

“aw, my pretty girl’s so desperate, huh?” the blonde nods rapidly, repeatedly. “where do you want me to touch you angel, right here?”

it’s clear she’s never touched herself before, and if she has, she’s probably never orgasmed before, because the way she gasps and tenses up when your fingers graze so slightly against her core, screams prude.

“that- that feels good” her words stutter when you begin rubbing soft circles on her clit, over her panties, barely any pressure at all.

“good” you nod, pecking her shoulder once. “why don’t you relax a bit? it’ll feel a lot better that way sweets, i promise”

her body slumps a bit at your words, and she confidently throws a hand over your shoulders “okay, i’m ready” it drives a chuckle out of you, and with a kiss to the corner of her lips, you pull her underwear to the side, thin strings of slick sticking to it. what welcomes you is her cunt, a bright pink like the color of her lips, bare, and wet. maybe the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen, and just the sight makes your mouth water. you have a feeling this will be a long long night

#slt!reader #itzy imagine #itzy x reader #itzy imagines #itzy x you #yuna imagines #yuna x reader #yuna smut #itzy smut #jinlias kinktober 2022

[sleepy-gee]

Can you write like sejanus x peacekeeper reader (preferably male but gn fine too), like they go out to the hob and some repressed feelings get reopened

of course i can <3 this is male reader in practice but could be interpreted as gn reader in theory if you ignore a few things lol

you and sejanus had been off and slightly on ever since he first became a peacekeeper, having grown up together in 2. you got assigned peacekeeping duty for a fairly stupid reason, smuggling a family in debt with some well needed money.. it was a whole mess.

you picked back up right where you left off almost immediately and had been inseparable since, training together and even sharing a bunk. what was new, however, was the small romance that blossomed between the two of you.

coriolanus, being the unfortunate third wheel in it all, grew tired of the flirting and touching and made you two talk it out. you both came to the decision to remain only friends. you didn't want to risk your friendship, and peacekeeping just didn't leave room for a relationship.

that didn't stop the feelings from growing, though. anytime you saw sejanus getting hit on by a drunken hob attendant, jealousy churned in your stomach. the same happened with sejanus when you simply talked to someone else. he was a surprisingly jealous person.

you ignored it, though. tonight, you went out to the hob per usual to get some drinks. training was particularly brutal today, so it happened just being you, sejanus, and the unfortunate addition of coriolanus. he was preoccupied with his situationship though, drunkenly complaining about lucy gray for most of the night.

he ended up getting to dance with her during one of the various songs that night– poor thing had sprained the wrist of her strumming hand and wouldn't be able to play for a bit. the dance cheered her up only a bit.

feeling a little confident from the drinks, you turned to sejanus and bowed dramatically, offering your hand before saying "may i have this dance, sir?"

sejanus giggled, taking your hand in his own. "of course, my good man."

the first dance was goofy, a classic district 12 waltz, before the band decided to slow it down for the evening. and somehow, you still ended up dancing it, leading sejanus in a half slow dance, half waltz.

you were tempted to kiss him, really. you had already crossed the boundary of just friends this evening, so what was a little further going?

you buried that temptation for the night, though. it was probably just the drinks talking. you'd come to a decision and were happy with it.. right?

you decided to call it a night after another drink or two. sejanus had to help you walk back to base with how drunk you were, his arm secure around your waist. it was nice. he was nice.

"thank you, sejjie.." you slurred when you made it to the front gate.

"don't call me that," he said. "and of course. you've done the same many times, i'm sure.."

"mmm.. yeah.. haven't held your waist as tight as you're holding mine, though." you said slowly.

"well, i.. i don't want you to fall or anything, man. you're really wobbly right now."

"could've put it over my shoulder, though..?"

"this keeps you closer, in a way. i don't want you getting hurt."

"i can take care of myself just fine, y’know.."

sejanus laughed softly. "no.. no, you can't. you can't even stand upright on your own."

"so? neither can dogs, and they're just fine.." you yawned.

"and you're talking nonsense, too. let's get you to bed, solider."

you stumbled your way back to your quarters, not bothering to pull off your boots as you crawled into bed. you fell face down into your pillow. sejanus pulled the covers up to your shoulders. "sleep well.." he murmured.

"wait, wait.." you turned over towards him. "can you stay..?"

"hm?"

"can you stay? at least until i fall asleep? please..?"

that wouldn't be long from now, so sejanus agreed, grabbing a chair from a nearby desk and taking a seat by you. "everything okay?"

"yeah.. i just don't want you to go yet." you closed your eyes. ".. i liked the way your hands felt."

sejanus chuckled softly. "yeah?"

"yeah.. they're warm and calloused.. big.." you trailed off. "safe.."

sejanus smiled down at you, placing said hand over yours for a moment. "get some good sleep, yeah?"

"mhm.." you drifted off fairly quickly after that.

sejanus got up and into his own bunk, but not before brushing a soft kiss against your temple.

unintentional dps reference i apologize. also sorry if this sucks im eepy

#que tag #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #male!reader

[marchsfreakshow]

My Sweet Girl [JPM x Fem!Reader]

This man makes me weak. As smutty as I can make myself write. So, not a lot. :') Your perspective.

Take some warnings: Praise, degredation, bondage?? (Just like gently tied up), oral [male receiving], master nickname, so many nicknames.

Since this is smut like, [not fully, but it def happens] minors dni with this post, please read my other fics in the meantime. :)

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The dress was dark, lacy, and short. I preferred them that way. The mirror had a reflection I liked for once. Makeup was slightly smuged on purpose, and the boots matched the odd mix of greys and blacks on the clothing I wore. Yeah I was hot. Good thing too, James had been getting too chummy with the blonde I saw, covered in red constantly. Liz sensed my jealousy as I sat at the bar downing some whiskey.

"Who are you jealous of love?" She piped up, refilling my drink. I just stared at Liz as I felt my light from my eyes disapearing. "The countess." She stated simply, leaning over the bar with a diet coke in her hands. I suddenly felt her tone change when she said the countess's name. Like something happened with them that made them fall out.

"thats the bitches name?"

"that's why you're wearing that?" Scrunching my face up, I nodded. I tipped my head back, gluping the liqour I felt addicted to. It helped me feel some sort of sanity in the crazy hotel. The darkness of the hotel felt lighter as a hand swished past my ass. Unfortunately the dress was short enough that you could see the ends of my ass whenever I sat. I still looked attractive, no one could deny it, but I did recognise that hand. James. He noticed finally.

He just grazed the bottom of my ass before walking off, like I truly wasn't there. I just stared at Liz once james had gone, giving her a confident grin. She nodded as I downed another glass of whiskey, running after James. My mind raced, I wanted him to make sure he knew he was mine. I wanted the countess to see the hickeys on him, on me, and see that he was my James. The thoughts of him tying me up like last time passed my train of thought, a sense of warmth tickling my pelvis. "Jamesss!" We had made it to his room, and i saw ropes. Fantastic.

"Come in pet." Was all he said as I walked in. As soon as my foot landed in the room belonging to James Patrick March, he locked it behind me and grabbed my waist, pulling me in close. His growing erection against the shape of my cheeks. "Why have you worn such a slutty thing hm? Are you trying to get punished for disobeying your master?" The last words were hissed, his breath on my neck, and my wiggling onto his clothed cock. But I wiggled and shook my head no.

"Words. Use them."

"you're getting chummy with a blondie. You're mine." I hissed back at him, freeing myself from his grasp. Immediately I went to the bed, crawling onto it and lying on my back, knowing what James wanted to do.

"Oh my pretty whore, she's a business partner. You mustn't worry about what inquiries she has for me." Words were spat as James followed me, his blazer off on the floor. So was his belt. I could feel myself getting lightheaded more by his words, legs rubbing together to relieve myself of the wetness that had now probably sprawled over my panties. Nothing else was spoken for the next few seconds, only moans and whimpers as James pulled me up onto my knees and kissed me hard. The taste of his absthine locked in with my own taste of whiskey. I never wanted the kiss to end as he was undoing his trousers at the same time. But he did pull away, heavily breathing as he picked up the small rope, motioning to my hands.

Before I knew it was on the floor, my hands tied in front of me, it was a tight knot, but I could take it. And his cock was staring back at me. "Be a good puppy for me." Was all he said before I licked his tip, excited at just getting James to myself for once in this fucking hotel. Everyone needed his attention, I never got much. But those thoughts were erased as James placed a hand on my head, petting me. "Oh puppy..." he whined. I loved it when he whined. It urged me to suck him faster, and I did so, taking in as much of his thick cock as I could, the pre-cum leaking out into my throat. James' moans and whines filled the room, getting closer and closer. I needed him. My own area was going untouched, thankfully, my hands were tied near my pussy, so I rubbed and rubbed through my fishnets and panties. It felt good relieving myself as James had grabbed my hair and was thrusting and thrusting, getting sloppy.

"Fuck, Y/n.!" He moaned one final time as I started to taste his salty cum in my mouth. It made me smirk, knowing he couldn't resist me. I finished swallowing his seed, and sat back up on the bed, looking up at James, his eyes focused on me and my appearance. "You really did want my attention didnt you? You did so good for master." He just smiled at me, putting his trousers back on, still keeping my eye contact. He had me in a trance, and i didn't feel i could look away. So I just held up my hands, pointing then towards the dark man in front of me. He obliged with my quiet requesty and took off the ropes, immediately noticing some rope burn.

"Hm?" I questioned his look, as I couldn't feel any rope burn. Until he put some ointment on the worse parts. "Yeesh! Careful master!" James smiled at me, and kissed my nose, not giving a proper response.

"I love you Y/N but please my hummingbird, you must be patient with The Countess, okay?" He laid me back down on the bed and allowed a hand to run over my stomach, keeping me close.

"Okay sir. I promise."

#ahs #ahs hotel #evan peters #james patrick march #james march x reader #jpm smut #james march smut #First smut #jpm x reader #american horror story #hotel #james march #God I hope this sounds good #Reblogs welcome #If only #based off a true story #Want my boyfriend to do this to me

[romanarose]

Seattle

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Marc Spector X fem!reader (not super descriptive, but female pronouns are used.)

Fic Summary: A song fic to Seattle by Jason Walker. You call Marc late at night needing help from across the country. Over a series of lyrics and memories, it becomes clear that he can't help you when you won't help yourself.

WARNINGS!!!!: Domestic violence, child abuse, mentions of bodily harm, homelessness, talk of sex, the usual warnings when it comes to Marc Spector. No happy ending.

A/N: Reader is Jewish. Marc, as I hope you know, is JEWISH. I am a hopeful jewish convert. I tried my best to sprinkle little Jewish things throughout this fic, bc it's something I really love about Marc. If anything is wrong or offensive, LMK and I'll fix it. I am very very new to the process. I'll have translations in bold bc google doesn't translate Hebrew well. Also, I cried writing this. A lot. Not because I saw myself in the reader, but I saw myself in Marc. I was never in a DV situation, but my best friend was. And it was scary. As much as I tried to help, only she could make the choice to leave for good. It took years. By the end, she had lot a majority of contact with all her friends and family except me. It was the most terrifying time in my life. But now she's happily married to a great guy, and I was her bridesmaid last year. There's hope y'all.

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Who else would be calling me at 3 am

Just to tell me you're still there

The sky's still falling

When Marc heard the buzz of his phone, he immediately jolted awake. A phone call at 3 am was never a great start.

Hm? What’s happen’n, Marc? Steven mumbled, waking up with less of a startle.

He saw your name on his phone and quickly answered “What’s going on?” 

“Jesus” He heard a short, tired chuckle. “Don’t sound so panicked.” 

Marc sat up “Are you okay? Talk to me.” He heard the sounds of the city around you. Why were you outside in Seattle at 3 Am in the fall? He pulled up his weather app where he already had Seattle saved. “It’s raining and it’s cold, why are you outside?”

There was a long pause. “Um. Me and Jack got in a fight, I needed to get some air…” You said this quietly, as if Marc wouldn’t hear you.

“Honey, you said you were leaving…” Marc tried not to chastise you. You had been married to Jack only a few years now, after a very short dating period. You hadn’t even been dating a year by the time you were married. That was intentional on Jacks part. He had always been controlling and as time went on, things kept getting progressively worse. He would go months without hearing from you. Jack was jealous. Marc had known you since childhood, growing up in the synagogue together. When you’re mom died, your dad became abusive. You and Marc were kindred souls. You never stayed in each other's orbit for very long, not after high school. But you always, always kept in touch. After all you’d been through…

 There was spring after he turned 18, when he left home. He wanted to drop out, but you convinced him to stay with you. You hid him in your room, that lasted all of one week. When your dad found him in your room at midnight, he kicked you out. After slapping you. You had to hold Marc back from fighting your dad. For that spring, it was youth shelters until graduation. It was a long, long road for both of you, but by the end, you were happy. Then Jack came along, and all hopes went out the window. 

Marc didn’t understand what you saw in him. Sometimes, with men like that, they are charming at first, but Marc never thought Jack even tried, and he looked average. Marc knew you had low self esteem, and Jack probably sniffed that out right away. Marc wasn’t exactly known for his self confidence, but he knew he was good looking. That was just a fact. And you? Well, you looked like heaven to him.

Tell me what you

Need to hear this time to make it count

And to get you out of

You steadied your voice, trying not to alarm him. “I know… I know… But he apologized and… things were going well for a while…” Marc could still hear your voice cracking, he could just envision your body language he knew so well. You were probably playing with your hair or rubbing your thumb along your other fingers. Nervous habit. “He’s my husband Marc…” you spoke softly, like you were trying to reason with yourself.

When you both became homeless, you and Marc would stay together when possible. Marc felt horrible for getting you kicked out, so he insisted on staying with you when he could, and knowing which Women’s shelter when he couldn’t. If there was only one bed, Marc insisted you take it. If there were no beds, you stayed together on the street. That happened a lot too. Chicago was a rough place. Marc’s dad sent him some money, Elias felt guiltier than shit. His home was always open to Marc, but he wasn’t going back there, he’d rather die. So instead, Elias sent money, and Marc paid your phone bill so he could stay in touch, no matter what. He paid for it all four years of college. Whatever the two of you had during those months, you shared.

“Can you please tell me what happened?”  Marc spoke softly, hoping it indicated concern, not impatience. He needed to know you were okay. He wanted you to be safe, but there was no rest from that when you were so far away and with a man like Jack. He tried to get you out multiple times, to no avail. This wasn’t the first late night call. “Husband or not, you don’t have to be miserable…” you were married in a baptist church, something he never could have seen you do. Even when you both were homeless, and you avoided the Chicago Jewish circles for fear your dad would find you, you still remained religious. You tried not to work on holy days, you said prayers, and always tried to have some sort of treat for Shabbat.

“I’m sorry I woke you” Your lip quivered, knowing he didn’t sleep well and you probably woke him from the precious few hours he got.

“Hey, hey, metuka, I was already up…” (sweetheart) A bold faced lie. He didn’t know what it was about you, but when he spoke to you, the Jew in him really came out. “You didn’t wake me, I promise.”

You didn’t believe him. You knew how he sounded when you woke him up. You’d done it enough times the last 2 decades “Can I… Can I maybe stay with you for a little? I’ll take the couch it’ll just be until I get on my feet, I have a little money saved so it wouldn’t be-”

“You can stay as long as you need, or want.” Marc’s heart jumped at the possibility, but he knew better than to get ahead of himself. Until you were in his arms, you weren’t really out of that god forsaken city that had done nothing but tear you down. “And hey, you’re already used to the cold and rain, so New York shouldn’t be that big of a change… just like home.” Those cold winters with you… how they stuck in his mind. Here’s gonna be your chance mate. Maybe…. If she comes. She said she was coming? Marc’s tone was playful, almost whimsical, but he got serious. “Did he hurt you again?” He knew the answer.

Seattle, I don't know why

You stand under the clouds expecting to stay dry

Can't you see the day you'll ever win

That battle

Is the day they'll take the rain out of

Seattle

You sigh. You can’t hide anything from him. But you try. “It wasn’t bad this time, Marc, really-”

“Honey.”

You rest your head against the cold building you were standing under, voice shaky “I just got out of the ER.”

You met Jack in Chicago, he insisted you both move to Seattle when you got married. Closer to his family, he said. Marc was in town at the time. He wondered if that had something to do with leaving. Jack had isolated you from all your friends but him. This was just the final move to cut you clean away from anyone who could help. Marc remembered the times in his life he was away from you for months or years, he always let you know he was alive. Sometimes, you couldn’t even grant him that. It wasn’t your fault, of course. Marc knew Jack hated him, and you were afraid of his reaction if he found texts or calls from him. Some days, he wanted so badly to reach out, but if you and him were in a wilderness period, he knew better. A text from him might get you hurt. There were times he could only assure himself that you were alive, because his dad would’ve called him if you weren’t. Elias and your dad still saw each other at the temple.

“Jesus! What the fuck did he do?” It had never been that bad before. The fact he ever laid a hand on you, let alone enough you needed first aid was bad enough, but you had never needed a doctor before. It was getting worse. He needed to stop this, to bring you home.

You and Marc spent a lot of time in Lake Michigan that summer on the streets, just trying to stay cool, sleeping by the beach during heat waves if there was nowhere to go. It was a long, hot summer. Horrible. On the hottest day on record, he remembers trying to keep you cool all day, but the shelters were full, businesses were shutting down because they couldn’t keep the air conditioning on. You had worked that day, and when he got you from your job, you seemed off. He remembers you passing out a few hours later, starting to seize in his arms. Heat stroke. A nurse stopped and helped, although there wasn’t much to do. You refused the hospital when you came too, you were saving up for college. He showed up at his parents house that night, begging his dad to help you. He did, of course. Elias is a good person. Marc was going to leave you there for a few days while you recovered, but you told him if he left, you were leaving. “Where you go, I will go, where you stay, I will stay.” You had quoted Ruth to him. How could he not love you after that? You and Marc stayed in the basement for 3 days. Elias sent you both off with money and food. You never saw his mom.

“He didn’t mean-”

“Tell me!” Marc, take a breath. “Please…”

The tears that you had been holding finally come, flashbacks from the night running through. “He slammed the door on my hand, I don’t think he meant to break it but… yeah.”

Marc disappeared that fall, when you began taking classes. For months you hardly heard anything from him, just the occasional text when you begged him to tell you he was alive. He showed up that winter, looking like he was dragged through hell, refusing to answer your questions. That winter… you’ll never forget. Marc asked his dad for one more favor, cosigning on a 6 month lease. Together, you and Marc lived in the tiniest goddamn efficiency apartment he had ever seen. You shared a bed, cuddling together in the bed just to save $5 on the heating bill. There was one night, you both had been so cold… You remained almost fully clothed the entire time, but you remember his hands holding you so tenderly… his hands in your curls, yours in his. Heat and the sound of gentle, tender kisses… You were each other’s first, but you never talked about it again.

Marc scrubbed his face with his free hand, trying not to break his phone in his grip. “How many?”

“How many what?”

“How many fingers did he break…” Marc spoke through gritted teeth. A long pause. “Tell me.” You have to meet her, she’s going to need help with her bags It was a very Steven thought.

“Three.”

He was going to kill Jack. He was going to break every single of his fingers and toes, one after the other. “I’m coming to get you.” Marc stood up, grabbing Steven’s laptop to search for flights. While Steven didn’t want you carrying bags with something broken, but Marc also knew you’d never leave if he wasn’t there.

He's still got that

Hold on you that makes you crazy

Your bags are packed

But you don't really plan on leaving

“Marc, no, I’ll come this week, I just gotta  take care of somethings” You don’t want him here, you know he’ll get in a fight with Jack. You don’t want Jack to hurt him, and you don’t want Jack to hurt you.

“That’s a lie and you know it!” Marc didn’t mean to raise his voice, even if it was over the phone. He knew how that made you wince. Even before Jack existed, your dad was a source of fear. “I’m sorry, sorry…”

For the next decade and a half, you and Marc’s paths would cross at various times. You graduated college and went on to do fairly well. No one would expect the year you spend homeless. Marc rarely visited, and he never saw his mom, but sometimes he’d come to town and see you and his dad. You and him would spend as much time with each other as you could, until he was on to his next adventure. That is, until you met Jack. Jack didn’t like Marc, didn’t trust him… Jack never forced you to stop talking to Marc, but slowly, slowly it was easier to just… stop sometimes. After the wedding, you would sometimes not talk to him for close to a year. But you always called on Rosh Hoshonnah. Always. The Jewish New year. You wanted a good start. And Marc was so, so good.

“Don’t. Come. out here. Or I’m not coming with you. I mean it.”

Marc knows damn well you weren’t likely to be coming with him either way.

Why do you wait?

All that city does is bring you down

And you could get out of

Marc, you gotta get her. She asked me not too He broke her fingers! Do you want me to just pick her up and carry her to the plane?

“Fine… just… come here as soon as you can. Gina will get you work at the diner until you find something in your field. We’ll take care of everything…” Marc knew you were slipping through his grasp, he wanted to reassure you that you didn’t need to worry about anything. “Just get the important documents, we’ll get you clothes and-”

The rain picked up again, you attempted to stay dry. “It’s okay, I got clothes… It’ll just take a few weeks maybe a month at most…” You’d have to find a new job, leave Jack and his family… You didn’t have any other friends that weren’t through him… Your dad wouldn’t want anything to do with you, he would never support a divorce.

Seattle, I don't know why

You stand under the clouds expecting to stay dry

Can't you see the day you'll ever win

That battle

Is the day they'll take the rain out of

Seattle

“Okay…” Marc knew he lost you. You weren’t coming. “Yeah maybe you can come out and we can… we can try this deli in town. Steven likes the soup.” He was entertaining himself to try to calm his mind. It’ll be okay, she’ll leave him, she’ll be okay…

You snicker “Damn, Steven lets you get food there? I thought he’d be strictly Whole Foods man” 

Hey! Marc smiles warmly. “He says since it’s kosher, he’ll allow it, as long as he doesn’t have to eat it.”

Fall, fall, falling

Oh, the sky keeps falling

And it gets so heavy on your heart

Fall, fall, falling

Oh, the tears keep falling

And you keep staying where you are

“Well that’s very nice of him…” You pause, thinking about how nice it would be to just live in New York with him, just you and him. It would be like your youth, the few years you and him spent drifting in and out of each other's lives. “Maybe we could go swim, like we used to?”

The thought of you in a swimsuit again… “Yeah.” He said. From the way he sounded, his thoughts were in your youth as well. “We could uh… we could go see Funny Girl and throw tomatoes at the actress you hate?” Marc don’t you dare Relax, she’s not coming. What do you mean? She never comes. She says she will, but she won’t.

You finally laugh. He could just imagine your face, all lit up and happy. “Yeah, that sounds great Marc, any chance to make Lea Michelle look stupid.” It’s how you deserved to be all the time.

Marc stood up to get a drink. He wasn’t sleeping tonight. “Yeah and… and Steven really wants to meet you.”

“I wanna meet him too. Hey! Purim is in a month, I think it’s only a few days before your birthday this year! Maybe we could go to a temple and celebrate?” Now he knew that you knew you weren’t coming. Marc hasn’t been to a synagogue since he left home. He knew you occasionally went, especially on the High Holidays. You would only ever bring this up if you never intended on coming. “Or maybe a different holiday, depending how long it takes me…”

Seattle, I don't know how

I'm supposed to help you if you won't leave town

Oh, can't you see the day you'll ever win

That battle

Is the day they'll take the rain out

The day they'll take the rain out of

Seattle

Marc felt the familiar tightness in his throat when he was losing you, the tears that rarely made an appearance, threatening to spill. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds amazing, Yafah sheli.” (my pretty) Marc had to take a deep breath to stop himself from crying. He closed his eyes tightly, hand shaking. “I’ll tell you what. I promise you, that if you come out here.” His voice broke, he covered it with a cough and tried again. “You come out here, I’ll go to temple with you for whatever holiday you want.” Marc crossed his arms on the counter, resting his head there. He needed you here, with the way things were escalating it would just get worse and worse until you were dead.

“Yeah. It’ll be like old times, huh?” You knew he knew. You’d leave, eventually. Maybe. But Jack deserves a second chance. He’s you’re husband, he loved you. Marc didn’t know him like you did, he didn’t understand… Marc should know what love does to you, it isn’t logical… It doesn’t make sense… But Marc doesn’t have to understand. 

Somehow, you couldn’t help but wonder where you’d be if the two of you had actually addressed what happened that night in December. Sometimes, as much as you push it away, you get flashbacks.

Blurry, hazy vision. His black shirt, your face in his neck, the look he gave you when he came inside you. You knew damn well how irresponsible it was, given your situation, but in the heat of the moment… Oh, so much heat. It wasn’t world changing or mind shattering, but it was love. Young love, puppy love, who knows. But you loved him and you knew back then he loved you two. Those 6 months were domestic bliss, you lived as a couple in every way but name and sexual, save for that night. Cooking, cleaning, work. Hell, you guys put together a small bookshelf without committing homicide. Why didn’t one of you just… said something? Marc wondered that too. He could practically smell the dollar store strawberry shampoo in your hair, and sometimes, if he concentrated, he felt the grip you had on his shoulder as he entered you. He had loved you so much in the moment, he didn’t know how to express it, so he simply never did.

Marc’s left fist was clenched hard in anger and frustration. Not with you. Never with you. But with the cards life constantly dealt you. His nails are digging into his palm. He wanted you here, he wanted you safe. You didn’t have to love him, just let him help… “Just um… Text me when you know the day, whatever it is I’ll make it work. Okay?”

He was so sweet. So pure. Everything the world threw at him and he still was the kindest person you knew. No matter what he thought of himself, no matter how much he hated himself, he was still so, so kind. “Yeah. of course. Thank you, Lamed Vovnik. I love you lots.” Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You step out into the rain to ground yourself again. (one of the 36. It's a Jewish tradition, it basically means you are a very, very good person)

Marc, I’m sorry… “I love you too, honey.” He clenched harder, as if he held on hard enough, you’d stay in his grasp. When he opens his fist, he’s sure there’ll be blood. “Be safe. Okay? You always have a home with me and Steven. Always.”

“I know. Hey uh. I think it’s best if you didn’t call or text or anything for a while, okay? He’s already suspicious…”

“I understand.” Marc knew what that meant. It meant he wouldn’t hear from you for months, maybe not a year. This was it for now. “Shalom. Ani mitga’gea elayich...” (goodbye, I miss you) His voice broke, and there was no hiding it this time. Marc covers his mouth and closed his eyes as a few rogue tears wetter his face. He should’ve been there. He should’ve told you he loved you, he should have stayed in Chicago to be with you and never let that piece of shit come near you. He should’ve never let you feel so low that you thought he was all you deserved.

You pull at your hair, Seattle’s signature rain hiding the fact you were crying too. “Shalom, Marc Spector. Ani ohevet ot’h’a” (good bye)(I love you)

Oh, can't you see

You'll never take the rain out of

Seattle

Seattle

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THANK YOU FOR READING.

If this fic gets 100 notes, I'll write a part 2 with a happier ending.

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[alintheshitposter]

It is currently 4am in the morning, I can't sleep, so let's do this now. (Pretty sure I've done it before but this is simply going be the updated version🤪)

15 questions + 15 friends; I was tagged by @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte thanking youuu <3

It got quite long, so I'll put a cut here😅

1. Are you named after anyone?

No😊 (and I say this confidently because I named myself)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Two days ago, on my birthday (I was just a little emotional), but @maxwellshimbo was there to comfort me💚

3. Do you have kids?

Not of my own, no. And it's unlikely that is ever going to happen.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did ballet as a kid but quickly got tired of it and started playing football, which I technically STILL play (it's been 84 14 years💀) but I am falling out of love with it. I used to do archery for like a year which I absolutely loved and hope to do again sometime! I'm in a club for lifeguarding (German peeps will probably have heard of DLRG👀) so I spent quite some time at the swimming pool as well. Though I am not as active in actual training anymore. And I did ballroom dancing for a while. Like standard and latin dances. My favourite was probably Cha Cha Cha and my least favourite was definitely Quickstep😵‍💫 it was fun tho! I danced with one of my best friends and I did the leading parts which made me feel kind of gender euphoric. I also like to go for a run every now and then but overall I'd consider myself a not so sporty person. I like to relax a lot🥴

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I cannot live without. It just comes naturally.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Just the overall vibe I guess. And whether I like them or not.

7. What is your eye colour?

It says blue-grey on my ID but I've been told they're actually more green-ish and I kind of agree.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I don't like scary movies, I think they're ridiculous.

9. Any talents?

Hm. Well...my dad jokes are pretty good🤪 but apart from that...I guess I'm quite creative?🤷🏻 I speak 3 languages fluently? I can touch my tongue to my nose? Idk xD

10. Where were you born?

In some small town in northern Germany. Fellow Germans will probably know it for one (1) big tourist attraction but I'm not going to specify it here.

11. What are your hobbies?

I play theater. I play several musical instruments (bass, flute, ukulele, kalimba and some more but I'm not as good). I like taking pictures and editing them. Sometimes I write fanfic and/or poetry. And I like to relax in my bean bag🥴

12. Do you have any pets?

I have a cat but I haven't lived with her in 3 years. (Due to an allergy🤧 and me moving out of my parents' house.) I visit her from time to time tho!

13. How tall are you?

It used to be 1,68m on my ID but I recently had to renew it and now it says I'm 1,71m...I think I might actually be smaller than that though🥴

14. Favourite subject in school?

Always all the languages. Never any of the sciences. I loved music class as well. And all the school bands I played in. I miss that.

15. Dream job?

Please, that is the WORST question you could ask me right now😩 I feel a little lost. I'm currently studying to be a translator but is it what I really want? I don't know ;-; I miss working at the kindergarten lately. But I don't know if I'd wanna do that full time either. I'm so insecure and I hope I'll figure it out soon.

Phew. This took me almost an hour. Well. Let's see if I can fall asleep now. 1½ hours left until my alarm goes off. Good night😴

No pressure tags: @daughterofhecata @miaisreadytorun @bistdueinbaum

#alin answers tag games

[davidgilmourwife]

Hi :)

I hope you are well. May I request a John Taylor x Reader where the reader is a bassist for a rival band and they meet during the Live Aid recording and he’s smitten on the spot and asks her out

Hello! Hope you are doing well as well :) So I totally LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea and this whole day I honestly couldn’t stop having ideas for it! I hope you do enjoy as I did writing this ! <3

"The Bassist"

words: 1k

    It was 1984 and we were going into the studio with what you knew to be other bands. Bob had contacted us to join as well and how could we say no to it? It was for the right reasons and we wanted to help in any way possible. So when we first came into the studio seeing it full, coming into the studio surrounded by cameras, it wasn’t shocking. Bob was the first person to instantly welcome us and with open arms too. “Do you guys want anything before we start recording?” Bob said, I looked at my band members. “I think we’ll all take water.” I said, with a smile, and with that we followed his way to get water. 

  After that, we just talked to each other and if people came up to us, we would talk to them. I remember sweetly talking to George Michael, and he was the nicest person ever. He had my type of humor, and that made things only better. The energy in the room was beautiful, and it could only get better from there. You couldn’t help but smile all the time, everyone there was so amazing and I just honestly wanted to be friends with all of them. “Y/n, did you notice Duran Duran is here?” I could hear my guitarist say, I was silent. It seemed like for years now we had been fighting for #1 on charts when we had singles, which coincidentally would release sometimes around the same times, and I hadn’t talked to them at all. I sighed, “Should I say hi to one of them?” I took a sip of my water, if I was gonna say hi to one of them it would most likely be Simon. See, I had no clue where my drummer or keyboardist had gone, but what I assumed was that they were talking to other band members, or playing music with them. “I’ll come with you if you want to, I mean you have to admit, they have good music.” I nodded. “But it doesn’t feel bad to have a #1 against them does it?” My smile was large.

  I walked my way with my guitarist to say hi to Simon and I could see that his band members were by him as well. They had been talking to each other and when they could see I was going their way, they had stopped their conversation. I can’t lie, I was a bit nervous. “Well, hello. How are you all?” Simon showed me a smile. “Well, I’m doing well, it’s nice to meet you. I didn’t think you would come and say hi to us.” I could feel all their eyes on me, which made me even more nervous, but I still wanted to look confident. “Well that would just be rude, wouldn’t it? Well, I just wanted to say hi.” I showed them a smile, before going away. I looked at my guitarist, “Could it show that I was a nervous wreck?” All she could do was laugh. “Didn’t you notice? It seemed like John had eyes for you.” I rolled my eyes. “You know what, let’s just focus on recording this single, hm?”

  Once the song had been recorded, it was time to go. I remember putting my bass guitar away and waiting for the other members. I was saying my goodbyes to everyone, knowing I would probably see them again. That’s when I saw a tall figure with a striped shirt come my way, it was John. When he came my way, he had a cheeky smile, one that could make me smile myself. “I wasn’t able to speak to you after you left.” He kept his smile. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would want to talk to me.” He had a tall figure, so I was looking up to him for most of the time. “I did, I’m a big fan of your music.” I could feel my smile growing, no matter how many times I got complimented on my music, I couldn’t help but have a small smile on it. “Really? Is that why you were staring at me earlier? Because my music was so good?” I could see that once I said that, he was a nervous wreck. His cheeks had become flustered. He had become silent for a split second. “Maybe I just wanted to focus on you.” His eyes had been focused on me and me only from the second he had started talking to me, it made me feel nervous. 

  I didn’t know what to say, and I know he could tell I was speechless. I mean what was I supposed to do? Even then, it felt like I couldn’t think, I had no clue why I was this nervous, I was fine talking to Simon in front of him. I looked around for my band members, it seemed as though they were nowhere to be found. “I just wanted to know if you were willing to hang out with me one day.” “Are you asking me on a date?” He began stuttering. 

  “Yes, I am. When are you free?” “Follow me.” He followed my way as I searched for paper and a pen. When I did, I wrote my number. “We’ll discuss it…and maybe more…” I smiled, and he smiled too. That’s when our conversation got interrupted by my band members, it was time to go. “I’ll see you soon then, Y/n.” I smiled, before I left. I couldn’t help but smile so much. When we had left the building, that’s when the questions started flooding in. “Does someone have a date with John Taylor?” I covered my face. “Maybe I do, what about it?”

  Once I got home, I changed clothes, and was finally able to relax. When the phone rang, I knew who it was instantly. “Hello?” I said, with a smile forming. “It’s John, are you free this weekend or next? I want to know when I’ll see you next time.”

#duran duran #simon le bon #rogertaylor #andytaylor #john taylor #john taylor x reader #nick rhodes #nickrhodes #simonlebon #johntaylor

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank so much for the tag @mthollowell-writes (the og post here) and @dyrewrites (the og post here)!This was so sweet of you^^

And if you have time, please, read their posts, they're so beautiful and motivational.

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What motivates you to write?

Pretty much that I get to share a piece of myself. I'm not sure how to put it...but when I write I can sometimes feel my body relaxing and that I get to create something, anything from all the chaos that's sometimes in my head.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

It's a snippet from The Lakebed, an episode from Ulfrika's youth while she was still under the care of Master Kogar.

“Yes, Majstre. Hm…Majstre? Did you truly want to shoot me down?“ He paused, “Never, my disciple.“ He patted the young head before diving into a quick lesson about proper fishing methods and life in lakes. In the meanwhile, the sun started to come out. Unable to resist the sunlight for long without the proper clothing and skin treatment the master and his disciple decided to come back. For the last time, the Man with No Eyes looked behind where the ice was cut out. He found the right successor. Even though she’s not the typical demon nor that it’ll be an easy path. But he sensed the potential. And she deserved to get the second chance. With unusual happiness settling down and unaware of the doom he brought upon himself on that fateful day he returned home with Ulfrika.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

This might be a pretty easy answer - Princess Mei from The Flight of the Western Crane. She starts out as a shy young woman who's prone to fear and crying and she gets overwhelmed pretty easily. The more the story progresses, though, she gets more self-confident and comes out of her shell to reveal what she really is like - joyous, a slight jokester with heart of gold and even a bit of a fighter (until then she was like this only around her advisor and best/only friend Lady Wolf Witch a.k.a. Márgerdra). Mei's like... such a breath of a fresh air because I don't remember writing a character like her before. Oh, did I mention she likes hugs, too? Well, if not, then be prepared for her to hug your soul out of you. Then she'll pull you away to the nearest shop because t r i n k e t s.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Hopefully, you won't get mad at me but the outline and coming up with the plot ideas and characters. The very begining when it's up to you how the heart and soul of your story shall look like.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I dare to say I'm pretty good at descriptions of the nature. As in the rich vocabularly and how I play around the words. I like coming up with metaphors and poetic prose sort of grew on me over the years.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

People around are truly trying to help each other. I'm still lacking quite a lot of contact but it's mostly due to me not being good with starting a conversation. But whenever I talk to is truly nice, sweet and polite which is admirable.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'm going to be the basic bitch and say Google Docs and partialy Microsoft Word which I'll probably use sooner or later since Google Docs have problems with big files and there's also been the debate about the AI. Apart from these I also use Thessaurus a.k.a. Word Hippo and an unnamed internet dictionary. This is due to the fact that English is my 3rd language and I write my current projects in it. In other words, I sometimes can't exactly remember the word I actually want to use. So I either go and translate it for myself or I use the word hippo to find a synonym I know but I just couldn't think of in that moment.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I came t like the Blackworld itself. In short, it's a non-physical place filled with eldritch horros that can manifest in the real world and from time to time some cultures came to worship these beings as their saints, gods or patrons mostly because of the slow corruption of their minds and souls. It's not only the concept of a place that's not real but also there's so many mysteries about the Blackworld - is it just a place that's a sphere for all those entities to linger? Or is it actually an organism of its own that's capable of giving birth without being exactly alive (at least in our way of understanding)? Why does it shape according to the subconscience of those who enter it? How does it know when somebody alive enters it? Just so many questions and so little answers and those answer then spark another ten new questions.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I know this might go against the general rules but it's worked for me many times. Whenever I struggle to write I find myself a playlist, listen to it and while listening I'm re-reading my past chapters and re-editing some little details. When I can read a chapter after a chapter it's easier for me pick up on the more consistent vibe and feel of the story. And if this doesn't help either, I just take out another wip and focus on that other story.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I've already mentioned the duo who tagged me so here's the follow-up: @arijensineink @minutiaewriter @rbbess110 @rubywrite @jgmartin @faelanvance @angie-j-kay (I know you can't respond right now but I wanted to mention you since you've been such a great support, thank you^^) @anthros-vanitas-archive @your-absent-father @sam-glade

#writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writer q&a #ask game #writeblr tag games #writing tag game #tag games #please pardon me if i don't make much sense but i'm finishing this while being half-asleep

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

Back on my bullshit (Writing Sara Pena and Hunter Richardson fics)

I actually based part of this on my own relationship, I'll say which part in the tags if anyone is interested lol.

This fic is chock full of headcanons and most of them are my own but one of them is a widely overlooked detail from Hunter's generated bio because everyone was too focused on the fact that she was a vandal

You can find my other fics by clicking on most of the tags below I am too tired to link them

When I look at the stars I feel like myself

It was ten o'clock at night and Hunter Richardson did not want to be at work. But people die at all hours of the day and some of those people have wealthy families who insist on having their funerals planned pronto.

In between a dull discussion on coffins and floral arrangements, Hunter was texting her girlfriend.

Sara Pena had gone out for a late-night walk, so Hunter was swinging wildly between being jealous that she couldn't also be there instead of in a business meeting and being worried about Sara's safety. Of course, Sara was more than capable of taking care of herself, but Hunter was still always worried.

SP: The sky is sooo pretty tonight. Wish you were here :-(

H: Me too

H: Send a pic

"Excuse me, are my father's burial wishes boring to you?"

"No ma'am, sorry, just dealing with a personal emergency." That wasn't technically a lie, missing Sara Pena always felt like an emergency.

"Fine. Let's get back to the matter at hand."

They proceeded to talk about different types of coffin wood for the next 30 minutes. The only reprieve Hunter had was when she glanced at her phone and saw a pitch-black image.

SP: That's the best I could do sorry bb (^_^;)

Hunter almost snorted, but since she was about to seal the deal and get to go home she managed to stay silent.

Finally, she dragged her corpse onto the bus. When it wasn't dark out she usually walked home, but she did not have Sara's confidence about walking alone at night. When she got the chance, she took one more look at the blacked-out photo.

"Hm…."

She downloaded the photo, clicked edit, and fiddled with the brightness until small white pinpoints of light appeared. Then she saved it and attached it to a text back to Sara.

H: Fixed it

SP: Oh, yay! Are you gonna be home soon?

H: Yeah I'm on the bus

SP: I'll stay up, cya soon (^3^)/～♡

Hunter stared fondly down at her phone, ignoring the real sky outside the bus window, preferring Sara's shabby attempt at photography. She made the terrible photo her lock screen -Sara was already her home screen- and put her phone away since the bus was pulling up to her stop.

Sara was eagerly waiting for her when she got inside.

"Have you eaten yet? I made popcorn."

"Sounds perfect," Hunter said, exhausted after a long day.

"Sorry I couldn't have taken a better photo for you, I really wanted to. It was just so beautiful tonight."

"I didn't know you liked stars that much," Hunter remarked before taking a handful of popcorn. It was a little burnt, but Hunter didn't care.

"Yeah, stars make me think about life and my place in the universe. Sometimes they make me feel small but in the grand scheme of things I'm lucky to be a speck in a galaxy so large and majestic."

"That's how I feel when you spoon me," Hunter said, a rather lame response to the profound statement Sara Pena had said, but apparently the correct response.

"Well, then, I am lucky to be your starlight."

"And I am lucky to be your speck."

Hunter spent the whole next day thinking about that conversation, especially whenever she had to open her phone and she saw the photo she'd edited for Sara.

"We can definitely do better than that," Hunter finally decided, a plan cementing itself in her brain.

She had to wait a little while for her plan to fall into place since she spent most evenings either at work or with Sara. By the time a window of opportunity opened, Sara had probably forgotten their star chat entirely, but Hunter didn't forget things very easily.

Opportunity struck when Sara was hired to work a party. Her business, SaraPenaPartyForHire, catered to awkward party hosts who were desperate for overly-confident extroverts who would liven up their party. Sara fit the bill perfectly. Hunter, who spent most of her days talking to corpses and mourners, did not fit the bill at all.

Still, Sara always invited her, and sometimes Hunter obliged. But that day she had a perfect reason to say no.

"I'm working late," Hunter lied.

"Again?" Sara practically pouted.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, you'll just have to come to the next one."

"I will," that part was not a lie.

Once Sara was satisfied, Hunter got to work. She had to call in a favor or two to set her plan in motion, but the main part was actually extraordinarily easy.

She went up to the roof of the funeral home and waited for the sun to set.

Once it had, she pulled out her professional camera and began to photograph the sky.

Photography was still only a hobby for Hunter, but she'd taken every class she could on the subject and had hung onto her camera like it was solid gold. She'd met some people during those classes, and one of her colleagues was going to help her edit and print those photos so that she could make a framed collage.

This plan of hers only worked, of course, if she could get good photos of the night sky. If she could only get photos as good as the one Sara initially took then it would be a waste of time and money.

Fortunately, the night was clear and her hands were steady, so the photos turned out pretty good. Maybe she still needed a few more classes, but the photos were at least good enough to hang up in their apartment, and that was enough.

Hunter barely got home before Sara did, quickly hiding her camera when she heard the door open.

"How was the party?"

"It would've been better with you. How was the cemetery?"

"It would've been better with you."

Sara beamed.

"Did you eat at the party? I was going to make some ramen."

"Mmm, ramen."

While Hunter cooked, Sara chatted about what went down at the party, the music that was played, the people she danced with, and the outfits she planned to copy in the future.

And as Sara talked, Hunter imagined how excited she would be to receive her present.

The next few days, whenever Hunter had a spare moment she spent it assembling. The touched-up photos were beautiful. She selected four of the photos to frame, and as a finishing touch took a white paint pen to the black picture frame, writing the phrase "Lucky to be your starlight" on the top and "Lucky to be your speck" on the bottom.

Then, she just had to arrange the perfect time to present it.

H: Are you working tonight?

SP: Nope! Are you?

H: No, do you want to do date night?"

SP: Yeah! Where do you want to go?

H: Maybe we could get takeout and stay home?

SP: Oooh cozy, I love it. I'll pick something up after work.

Sara worked a series of part-time jobs when SaraPenaPartyForHire wasn't blowing up. This latest job was pretty close to a pizza place they really liked. So, with the date set and dinner squared away, Hunter just had to wait.

When Sara got home with their pizza and cheesy bread, she was surprised to find Hunter in the living room holding a beautifully wrapped gift.

"H? What is this?"

"I made you something," Hunter said, trading Sara for the pizza.

Immediately Sara tore into the gift, her eyes wide and sparkling like the stars she loved so much.

Sara gasped. "Oh, Hunter, these are beautiful, did you take these?

"I did. I wanted you to have a nice picture of the stars since you love them so much."

"I do love them," Sara agreed, reading what Hunter had written for her. "But I will never love all the galaxies in the universe as much as I love you."

Hunter set down the pizza, and Sara set down the stars, and soon they were holding each other. And when they were tangled up, so close that two forms became one, they were so much more than just specks in an uncaring universe. When they were together, they were the universe in all its glory.

#drawfee fanfic #sara pena #hunter richardson #sara x hunter #hunter x sara #the part I stole from my relationship was the photo thing. my SO and I were on the phone and they had to walk their dogs #so i asked for a picture of the sky and then had to edit it to see any of the stars #i thought that was very sara and hunter of us lol #also petition for their ship name to be sphere (sphr)

[x3kristax3]

A/N: this is my first time joining in with other writes for a story. To read the rest go here

The Heist - Chapter 28

As the door swings open, I stand in front of MC to protect her from whoever is coming through the door. Mark walks in looking at us, without saying a word he sits down in his chair.

“What have you love birds decided on?” Mark asks, looking at both of us with his hands folded in his lap.

“We have a proposition for you, Mark” I say, as I squeeze MC’s hand behind me.

“Hm” there is a brief pause, “I’m listening,” Mark states.

“You said you're done running and how can we honestly trust the FBI? What if we fake your death so you don’t have to run and hide anymore from them and your secrets stay secrets?” I say walking closer to him, trying to seem confident.

“Well this could work. However, how do I know you won’t still give the FBI that flash drive after we make a deal?” Mark states standing up in front of me.

“I will wipe and destroy the drive. However you need to make us both a promise.” I stand tall to make him know I mean what I say.

“Oh come on Jake, you’ve never been on to follow through on your promises” Mark laughs. “Plus what makes you think I’m going to accept the promise?” he says with a sinister smile.

“Because you won’t have to run from the FBI if you accept the deal. I’m a changed man since the last time we both stood in front of each other like this,” I say, as I feel MC behind me squeezing me tight and I know she’s concerned.

“Okay tell me what you want and I wil think about it” he says staring at MC which fuels my desire to make this happen so he never touches her.

“You leave us both alone, no more coming after me or her’ I state, as I feel my hands tighten wanting to punch him for how he looked at her just now.

Mark sits down “sit down you two and we will talk about this,” as he points at the couch we were sitting on before.

As we both sit down I squeeze MC’s hand and I look at her for the first time since he’s entered. She’s holding her confidence but as I look into those eyes of her I can see she’s nervous and worried. 

He grabs the flash drive from the table where it laid from earlier “Lets make a deal….”

MC pov.

Hearing mark say lets make a deal makes me nervous. I  squeeze Jakes hand even tighter but try to control my emotions on the outside so Mark doesn't realize it.

He looks at both of us. "How would I die?"

Shit I think to myself as I look at Jake. I realized this wasn't something we had a chance to discuss.

"The best choice would probably be a plane crash over the ocean." Jake states

"But how would they know I'm on it?" Mark asks.

"We could get the flight list with your name on it and showing you board it and then sneak you off," I say looking at Jake.

He turns his head as he told me not to talk during this but then he smiles because he realizes I'm right.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #everbyte duskwood #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood the heist

[unusual-ly]

🎭👏🫂 for Bill and Gabriel in the uni au?

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I haven’t had an emoji prompt that I could actually think of an idea for in ages, but it only took a few days to figure out what to do with this one!! It did take quite a while to write tho, being ill for a bit then preparing for Halloween etc, sorry about that, but here we are, the second ever uni AU fic~! I think I got a bit carried away again with the conversation but I brought it back to the emojis in the end!

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“You can do this,” she whispered, staring down her reflection, “You’ve made it through rehearsals, you can do this.”

There were plenty of factors contributing to her nervousness right now; she had only just started her transition, she’d only performed in English once before (and that hadn’t exactly been a great success), she didn’t have her old friends anymore, Bill had written this role specifically for her. Ian was watching. Gabrielle closed her eyes, took a long, deep breath in, and exhaled. Of course she could do this. Bill would be right beside her, and he seemed pretty confident.

Right on cue, Bill appeared in the doorway.

“You have no idea how utterly terrified I am right now.”

Her face fell. All she could manage was a weak “… Oh…?”

“I mean, I know that whole disaster last time was mostly Phil’s fault,” he hardly seemed to notice, and instead started pacing around the room, “But it was still my play. And you only get so many chances at a first play!”

When she didn’t respond, he turned to her and frowned; she was staring into space, anxiously chewing her bottom lip and fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve.

“Are you alright?”

She blinked. Her head snapped round again, “What?”

“You look nervous.”

There was a pause as Gabrielle hesitated, then nodded, “I am,” she shrugged, “I suppose,” and looked down at her hands, still toying anxiously with her sleeve, “A bit.”

“But you were fine the first time, weren’t you? And you’ve been amazing in rehearsals!”

“That was just rehearsals! And a lot has changed since the first play…”

Ah…

“Are you talking about you coming out…?” he asked, somewhat carefully.

She sighed and nodded again, “Among other things.”

Bill seemed to forget about his own fears then. Or he decided his friend’s troubles were more important. He closed the dressing room door and came to stand by the mirror with Gabrielle.

“OK, what’s up?”

He patiently listened as she spilled the contents of her mind (though she did skip over one little detail), letting her vent until she had gotten everything out, then he thought for a moment.

“Right,” he said eventually, “First off, your English is great. Nothing to worry about there. Second, and this might sound a bit harsh, but I don’t think your old friends really deserve to take up so much of your attention. You’re better off without them. I mean, they weren’t very supportive, in more than one way.”

“Hm…” He did have a point, she had to admit.

“Third, I’m sorry if I put any pressure on you writing this part, but you’ve nailed every rehearsal, I’ve seen how well you can pull it off. I’ve seen you handle mistakes,” he gave her arm a reassuring pat, “You can’t exactly disappoint me, y’know.”

She couldn’t help but crack a smile at that, “Thank you.”

“And most importantly,” he cast an exaggerated sweeping gaze around the otherwise empty room, then leaned just a little bit closer, “If anyone gives you any trouble, I can always…” he trailed off and Gabrielle cocked her head, curious. Before the following silence went on too long, he dropped his eyes to the floor awkwardly, “… Well, report it to Southampton, probably.”

Gabrielle scoffed at the obvious performance and rolled her eyes affectionately, “Of course.”

“I could absolutely take care of it myself but, you know, I do tend to… escalate drama rather than alleviate it.”

“I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

Bill frowned, “Well, you could argue a little-” then she turned back to the mirror and he saw the look on her face she was trying to hide, “You’re deflecting.”

“What?” she didn’t turn back.

“You’re trying to wrap this up weirdly quick. What’s wrong?”

“We have just discussed what was wrong, haven’t we?”

“Gabs. There is clearly still something on your mind. You’ve solved the rest of it by talking, why not this?”

She went quiet for a moment.

“It’s just that… there are certain people watching whose opinions I value very highly,” she said, still facing the mirror, “I want to make a good impression…”

“Certain people…?”

“… A certain person…”

Bill quirked a curious eyebrow, “In the audience…?”

There was a slightly longer silence. Gabrielle bit her lip. Bill waited.

“No.”

“… In the cast?”

“… No.”

It only took a second or two before Bill’s face lit up.

“I knew it. It’s Ian, isn’t it?”

Gabrielle stared at him, “How could you possibly guess that?”

“Like it wasn’t obvious. You’re basically obsessed with him.”

“How so?”

“You can’t stop smiling around him, you take every chance to talk to him, you always seem to find a way to bring him up in conversation…”

“Fine,” she huffed, “But that doesn’t make me any less nervous.”

Bill just smiled and shook his head, “I don’t think Ian’s gonna judge you. If anything, he’s usually been pretty impressed with your performances.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely. Now, come on,” he got up and went to open the door, “We’ve got a show to do, and it will go perfectly.”

“Perfectly?”

Bill, already striding down the corridor, called back to her over his shoulder, “I won’t accept anything less!”

Gabrielle sighed affectionately. Only Bill could be so blindly confident. Who’s to say she couldn’t do the same?

———

An hour and a half later, Gabrielle stood onstage beside Bill, along with the rest of the cast, after their final bows. The audience was on their feet, the applause ringing in her ears. As exhausted as she was, and as scared as she had been before the play, she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so proud of herself, and so at home.

She couldn’t believe the cheer she had gotten when she came out at the curtain call, and the moment the curtain fell, she turned and threw her arms around Bill. He just laughed and lifted her off the ground for a moment. When he put her back down, he leaned in close to her ear.

“I saw Ian watching you at the end there. I think he might have almost missed a cue.”

#bill 2015 #bill the film #bill the movie #Bill uni AU #gabriel montoya #bill shakespeare #bill the film ian #crazy in the coconut #don’t stab the messenger #Gabrian #jim howick #mat baynton #larry rickard #six idiots

[imthepunchlord]

Different nonnie, but I totally wouldn’t mind a poly ship of Happiness x Marinette x Self-Confidence if you decide on it, especially in a fic where two big forces in her life are actively trying to keep her down, consistently for years with Chloe in the form of bullying and now a False Friend in First Friend’s clothing trying to groom her into her own Sabrina. With canon at the point that it is as well, I really just don’t have any problems with fics that have Marinette not ending up in any romantic relationship AT ALL, even with authors like yourself who’ve shown that they know how to do it right in previous work. You’re right in that Felix comes in way later and it may be contrived by the point in the story to include him at all, but if you do decide to include him I’m throwing my hat in for canon!Felix, relation and genetic twinning to Adrien included, because it would be really interesting to see how he would bounce off of DaB!Marinette with her not giving a hoot about his cousin’s—and therefore HIS—looks or status and actually personally disliking their whole monochrome, same-clothes-different-pattern fashion deal. Plus, though this might be me projecting and please feel free to correct me if I am, I get real aesthete and/or demi Marinette vibes from how Marinette describes Adrien’s appearance, so it would be interesting to see what Felix thinks of a girl who, on both beats, just isn’t super interested in him given what he’s probably used to. Plus, with the story not really focusing on Adrien outside of his interactions with Lila, Marinette, and maybe Nino, it would interesting seeing Felix figure out the whole Evil Butterfly deal going on with Gabriel and helping out given how hyper competent he is (or only how hyper competent the writers want you to think he is in his later episodes unfortunately) in-show.

Oh that'll be the first and for most for Marinette. It is going to be an angsty start for her, but it will get better for her.

And man I get that, especially with what I know of canon at this point and where she's at emotionally. She needs therapy far more than she needs a romantic partner. And you know, not all writings, fics, books, and even shows, need romance. I still stand that the best romances in a series that's an adventure story are the ones that are hinted at, but aren't the focus. And at this point in ML, I would rather that love and support of friends and family than her ONLY getting love and support from of her love interest. Especially with how they have been handling it >_>

On Felix preferences, noted. Luckily, this being fanfic, it can be easily arranged for him to come to Paris earlier; though I will put off him learning of the Agreste plot as I will need HM for a while as characters grow and relationships change and akumas can play a part in that. It's still the main reason I haven't had Felix figure it out yet in Copycat cause once he does, that fic should be close to coming to a close.

And to answer what you picked up on, yes, Marinette is on the ace spectrum for DaB (and for most of my fics), which is more me projecting cause I am ace myself. Felix is another I've always headcanoned to be more on the ace spectrum too. So if/when he shows up, expect him to also be ace coded.

#ask Punchie #dodged a beetle #arrival swap au #felinette #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily