#I don’t think he can dance either since he seems to be more focused on physical strength than gymnastics unlike Kuai Liang

[suja-janee]

Bireena request: 2/5 (request from anonymous)

Uhh slight boobie warning under the cut vvv

The titan versions get along a little TOO well hehehehehehehhehehe

#sus tag #bireena #bi han x sareena #sareena x bi han #bi Han #sareena #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #titan bi han #sub zero #mortal kombat mythologies #so yeah I don’t think bi Han can sing really #big bro needs some cough drops first #I’ve heard someone ai generate him singing and it almost cause me permanent damage 💀 #I don’t think he can dance either since he seems to be more focused on physical strength than gymnastics unlike Kuai Liang #but I think titan bi Han is nice enough that he’d make an attempt for Sareena #he’s just built different #a good guy..l well I mean not perfect I’m sure his kill count is just as bad as regular bi Han #but I think he took steps to ensure he’d be a better person #headcanon- Sareena is dead in his universe along with many of his loved ones so he has survivors guilt #which led him to becoming a better person #basically living his life they way he thought they’d want him to #for Sareena.. bi Han is dead in her universe so seeing this one nearly broke her heart again but she saw the significant improvement #she probably became the way she is because she got sick of people losing themselves to temptation on evil #so she’s probably got the same motives as Ashrah #also she’s got a daughter from her bi Han before he died #so it came as a shock when titan bi Han met the lil one #BUT ANY WAY THIS IS ALL NONSENSE #imma stop rambling for now #my art

[uncsukuna]

the thorn in your side.

synop: nobleman!gojo being annoying asf, but he’s also kinda cute?

tags: fem!reader, royal au, gojo is a nobleman, reader is crown princess, reader is a lil mean to him but it’s really just playful banter, slight suggestiveness..? and by slight i mean very slight. not historically accurate (don’t jump me)

note: dk where this came from. prob all of the historical manhwas thats been on my fyp but wtv. uhh this is lowk fun tho, might make more of this if i have motivation!

“princess! i got a favor to ask.”

“ohhhh, princess!”

“hey, princess?”

your eye twitches in irritation. how many questions can one nobleman have in one day? you’ve answered each one with the dignity and grace expected of a future queen, but there’s only so much of that dignity and grace one can have.

you look up from your book, bright cerulean eyes staring down at you. “yes, lord gojo?”

his grin widens, and you have to resist the urge to slap it smooth off of his face. “do you know where i can find those little cookies? y’know, the ones you had at the banquet last week?”

... seriously?! he’s asking you about macaroons?!

“i believe you’re consulting the wrong person about that. perhaps you should ask the head chef.” your voice is strained, as if answering satoru’s questions for the umpteenth time today is making you physically ill.

satoru sighs and leans back in his chair, one long leg crossed over the other. “yeaaah, but i wanna ask you. since you’re the princess n’ all. unless...”

he tips his chair closer to yours, and his warm breath ghosts across the conch of your ear. tingles dance down your spine and heat creeps up the back of your neck. does he have regard for personal space?

“perhaps our kingdom’s queen-to-be is too dumb to know where macaroons come from?”

you should just ignore him. satoru’s entire purpose, it seems, is to just get on your nerves and force you to lose your well-maintained composure. you know this. and yet...

“i am not dumb, satoru. it is you who’s the idiot, considering you cannot seem to use basic logic to realize their origin,” you snap, words coming out in a hot, angry rush.

you are sick of him testing your patience, sick of his silly little grin and glossy pink lips, and stupid, ugly eyes that always seem to have a twinkle of mischief in them. how dare he speak to you that way? he’s only a nobleman, and you could easily strip him of that title.

a soft chuckle from satoru interrupts your mental tirade. what is he laughing for? is he laughing at you?

“what’s so funny.” you fold your arms over your chest, your brows knitted together.

“oh, nothing. it’s just...” he laughs again. it’s a soft, light sound, quite unlike the usual hearty and loud giggles and barely stifled snickers. yuck. “this is the first time you’ve used my first name, princess.”

ah.

did you really?

your mind replays what you said, and, unsurprisingly, he’s right. you called him satoru, not lord gojo.

the heat now burns your cheeks, and you look away, focusing your gaze on the nearly infinite rows of books in the library. “a mistake. even i make them, but do not think that will be happening again, lord gojo.”

satoru simply hums, drumming thick fingers against the table. “ah, but my name sounds so nice coming from your lips. are you sure it won’t happen again? perhaps in a different, more intimate context?”

how hard would you have to throw a book to get him to finally shut up?

you all but shove yourself out of your seat, tucking your bookmark in between the pages. you smooth out your gown and get rid of invisible specks of dust. “that... will not be happening either. good day, lord gojo. i hope i will you in the future.”

without waiting for what would definitely be some cheeky response, you spin on your heel and exit the library, rushing down the castle’s halls.

why does satoru gojo have to be so infuriating?!

#﹒writing #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk gojo #jjk gojo fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo #gojo satoru

[slut4thebroken]

Needs

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary | Tommy’s been so busy with work that he’s been neglecting your needs… So you come up with a plan to finally get some attention.

Warnings | Smut, semi public sex, rough sex, spanking, creampie, degradation, humiliation, praise, brat taming, gunplay, established relationship.

Words | 2.3 k

Notes | I feel like I still don’t really have his characterization down tbh :/ oh well😭

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Smut prompts 4. "what would they think if they saw you right now?" 36. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” 48. “no panties. you need me that bad?” 50. “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. we’ll see how cute you look later when i get you home” 52. “you keep acting like a brat and i’ll take you over my knee right here. i don’t care how many people are watching” 75. "You wanted this. You can take it."

This definitely was not your proudest moment… but you’re pent up and Tommy has been too busy to take care of you for almost two weeks now. You’re desperately craving some rough, hard fucking. And you know exactly how to get it.  

Placing your hand on the man’s bicep, you laughed along with his “joke” and glanced at Tommy from across the room. He still hadn’t noticed you yet and you prayed he would soon because you’ve never met a man more bland and boring than the one in front of you. He’s also either completely stupid, or just doesn’t know that you’re with Tommy since he’s openly flirting with you. 

“You know, you truly are very beautiful.” He said, the joking tone now completely gone. 

“Oh- thank you..” You smiled, trying not to cringe. 

“May I dance with you?” You glanced at Tommy again— still nothing. 

“Sure.” He led you over to the center of the room and grabbed your hand, placing his other hand on your back, far too low. He started up another conversation and all you could do was nod or hum in agreement, too focused on looking at Tommy every chance you had. 

When you finally, finally met his gaze.. you immediately recognized his expression. You forced your eyes back on the man in front of you and smiled, trusting that Tommy would be over here any second now. 

“Hello, darling.” You stopped and tried not to smirk as you turned around. Tommy was looking between you and the man who quickly let go of you and stepped back. 

“Mr. Shelby.” He greeted, giving an awkward smile. He looked between the two of you and seemed to suddenly understand the situation. His smile slowly dropped as he took another step back. “I- I’m going to..” 

“Yeah, you do that.” Tommy sneered, waiting until the man scurried away before turning to you. He didn’t bother asking before grabbing your hand and pulling you into him by your lower back. 

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you…” He murmured, making you smile a little. “We’ll see how cute you look later when we’re home.”

“We were just dancing.” You said, in a tone that implied that you weren’t just dancing. 

“Right.” He scoffed. 

“There’s no need to get insecure, Tommy.” You said innocently, watching as his cheeks tensed when he clenched his jaw. His piercing blue eyes practically stared through you and if it were anyone else, they would’ve backed down immediately. 

“You keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my knee right here. I don’t care how many people are watching.” He spoke in a low, menacing voice, making your stomach flutter. 

“Really? You’re not too busy for that?” You snarked and his expression shifted into one of realization, then amusement.

“Is that what this is about? My girl is a bit needy so she turns into a whore?” As soon as he started teasing, you knew you had to do more for this plan to actually work. 

“Screw you.” You spat, pushing him back by his chest. His eyes darkened and without paying any attention to the people who were now watching this encounter, he grabbed your wrist and started dragging you somewhere. “Let go!” You tried yanking yourself free, but his grip wouldn’t budge. He pulled you through a few hallways until you reached the kitchen, then shoved you into the room and slammed the door shut. 

“Quit it. I won’t tell you again.” He warned. 

“I didn’t even do anything! You’re the one who made a scene and dragged me away from the party.” 

“Oh, I made a scene?” He chuckled and you clenched your jaw, letting out a heavy breath through your nose. “Does no cock for less than two weeks really turn you into a complete brat?” He was still so fucking amused, so you shoved his chest again. He suddenly gripped your neck and pushed you back a few steps until you hit the counter. “I said quit it.” He growled, tightening his grip on your neck. 

“Fucking make me, Thomas.” You spat, purposefully using his full name. 

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter right now… Don’t push your luck.” 

“Oh, are you? Do you even have time for that?” You don’t think you’ve ever sounded more bratty before in your life. 

“Fine. You want to be fucked?” He quickly spun you around and pushed your chest down onto the counter, then bunched your dress up, letting it rest on your back. “Really, no panties? You need it that bad?” He snickered, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You don’t regret your decision to go without them though. 

The sound of clothes rustling as he opened his pants had you squeezing your thighs together, eager for what was to come. Without any warning he fully sheathed himself inside you, making you cry out and scramble for purchase on the counter. 

“Fuck! Tommy— what the hell?” He didn’t even give you a second to adjust before starting a brutal pace. Grabbing your hips tight enough to bruise, he bucked into you wildly with little care for your own pleasure. But for some pathetic reason that only made all of this hotter. “God- Tommy, slow down.” You whined, trying to squirm away. 

“You wanted this. You can take it." He gruffed, letting out quiet grunts now. Honestly, you’ve been a little horny since the moment you decided not to wear any underwear, but it’s been longer than usual since he’s been inside you and he didn’t do anything else to prep you, so the stretch burned a little. It was quickly turning into overwhelming pleasure though. When you reached a hand down to rub your clit, he twisted your arm behind your back almost painfully. 

“Brats don’t get to touch. You’ll be lucky if I decide to let you come at all.” You cursed under your breath and closed your eyes, only getting more worked up by his words and the way he said them. 

“Fine. When we’re done, we’ll go back out there and I’ll tell everyone about how Tommy Shelby can’t make a girl come.” You snarked. He pulled out with a low growl, making you smirk a little. You watched him walk across the kitchen, opening and closing drawers quickly. When he picked up a wooden spoon and started walking back over, you smirk dropped and you lifted yourself off the counter. “Tommy… Not here.” You warned, stepping away from him when he approached. 

“Get the fuck over the counter or I’ll make you.” When you didn’t move, he unholstered his gun and pointed it at you lazily. “Now.” Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly, glancing between the weapon, the spoon, and his face. Even though you knew he’d never actually shoot you, the fear was still there. So you tentatively walked back over and leaned on the counter again. He lifted your dress, then immediately resumed fucking you, dragging the spoon over your ass to make you tense up. 

“I have responsibilities other than satisfying your needs.” He started, placing a firm smack on your ass with the spoon, making you curse loudly. “I run a business,” another smack, this one even harder, “I have a family…” The third hit brought tears to your eyes. “You are not my only priority, you understand?” You whimpered at the fourth smack, but even through all of this, he never stopped fucking you. 

“Answer me.” He growled, and this hit forced a choked sob out of you. 

“Yes! I- I understand.” You cried, clinging to the counter to ground yourself a little. 

“Your libido is inconsequential,” He continued, landing another hit on your already burning ass, “and I will not tolerate my woman acting like a whore because of it.” 

“Tommy..” You whimpered pathetically. 

“Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?” He spanked you twice in quick succession and you let your head fall onto the counter as a tear finally escaped your waterline. 

“I’m sorry!” You sobbed out, only crying harder when he hit you again. 

“Try again.” 

“I’m sorry, Tommy.” You whimpered. 

“Last fucking chance.” He spat, spanking you again. 

“I’m sorry for… acting like a whore.” You choked out and he landed one more hit on each cheek before dropping the spoon onto the counter. 

“There you go.” He cooed, rapidly snapping his hips into you, adding more pain to your already burning ass. “What would they think if they saw you right now?" He asked amusedly and you whined as your cheeks heated up. “Bent over some random rich asshole’s kitchen counter, getting spanked and fucked stupid…” 

“Tommy…” You whimpered, voice barely audible. Your hips were digging into the edge of the counter painfully and your legs were trembling from the intensity of the pain and pleasure. With each thrust, his balls were smacking your clit, teasing you with the slightest amount of touch where you really needed it. 

“From now on, when this cunt is needy, you come to me before whoring yourself around, got it?” You nodded desperately, feeling so close to pleasure that was just out of reach. 

“Yes— yes.” You choked out. “Please, Tommy, I can’t take this.” Your voice was a weak whimper and you hoped it’d be enough to get him to cave. 

“Do you need to come, darling?” He cooed mockingly, making you frown a little. 

“Yes! Please make me come,” 

“You can come. But you’re not using your hands.” He said cruelly. 

“Tommy, please..” You whined, needing more. You knew he wouldn’t give it to you though. 

“Better hurry too cause I’m getting close.” He chuckled quietly, obviously enjoying your suffering. 

“I can’t! Please!” You can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve been able to come from penetration alone. 

“Do you need help, my love?” He asked softly, voice contrasting his actions as he fisted your hair and yanked your body up until your back was against his chest. The cold barrel of his gun dragged down your cheek, making you stiffen and close your eyes with a strangled whimper. “Is this better?” You let out a choked sob even though, yes, it was helping you get closer to the edge. “You’re trembling… Like a little lamb.” He murmured against your ear, sounding uncharacteristically endeared. 

“Tommy..” You whispered, unconsciously flinching away from the gun. 

“Are you scared?” He whispered back and you just barely nodded in response. “Good girl. I like you like this.” He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and you mewled, feeling your orgasm barreling toward you. He never stopped thrusting, but based on his breathing and the quiet sounds he was making, you knew he was close. Which meant that if you wanted to come, you had to do it now. His lips moved down to your neck and began kissing and licking the sensitive skin, occasionally sucking it into his mouth to leave a mark. 

“Come on, love. Drench my fucking cock, I know you can do it.” The gun brushed over your trembling lips teasingly. “This cunt isn't useful to me if it can’t come.” The degrading words forced a strangled moan out of you. When he cocked the gun, your body immediately went completely rigid. “If it’s not useful, then I don’t need it...” He said coyly and you whimpered in response, feeling so incredibly close to release. 

“So be a good toy and let that cunt show me why I should keep you around.” That was all you needed to finally fall over the edge. You sobbed out a moan and your whole body tensed up, then started almost shaking as all of the tension was finally released. This was your first orgasm in almost two weeks and it had you struggling to breathe properly and keep yourself up with the way your legs were beginning to feel like jelly. 

“Good girl.. I got you.” He cooed, holding you in his arms but never faltering in the movements of his hips. “Let it all out, darling.” 

“Tommy.” You whimpered through all of the moaning. 

“I know. I know, love.” He whispered, holding you tightly. “Ready for my come?” His words made another strong wave of pleasure roll through you and you were mumbling out incoherent pleas before you could stop yourself. You probably missed the feeling of him coming inside you the most out of everything. 

Without another word, his hips stuttered, then he bottomed out, pushing you almost painfully into the edge of the counter with a low groan. You whined at the faint feeling of his cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls with his come. He was grunting quietly, his breathing growing ragged and fanning your neck, getting you worked up again. But he was done far too soon. 

Panting quietly, he set his gun down on the counter, then kissed the crook of your neck, filling your stomach with butterflies. You loved his soft moments like this, especially after how rough and mean he was being. 

“Good girl…” He whispered. “So good for me.” Your cheeks heated up at the praise. 

“Don’t let me go, I’ll fall.” You warned quietly and he released of soft chuckle in response. 

“Lean over the counter, darling.” He murmured, giving one last kiss on your neck before letting you lean back down, resting most of your weight on it. He dragged out slowly, making both of you hiss at the sensitivity. “Fuck… I missed seeing this.” He groaned, enjoying the sight of your walls wrapped around his length. 

You whimpered in pain when he grabbed your sore ass and pulled you open to get a better view of your fluttering holes and his come leaking out. At the first sight of it though, he kicked your legs together, making it drip down your thighs instead. 

“Tommy...” You whined and he gave a teasing slap to your ass as he let out a half hearted chuckle, then pulled your dress back down. 

“Try not to leak all over the floor, love. I’m not sure how you’ll be able to explain that.” 

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[whxre-bxby]

Period Oneshots: Quaritch, Mansk, Wainfleet

How I think these 3 (big) men would react to you having your period.

Masterlist

I don’t know whether Na’vi women get their period but since they would probably be mammals, I assume so. Either way, I’m going to write this how I imagine it goes for them. Since this fandom decided that they have mating seasons and heat cycles, the period is a 2-3 day period once their mating season is over. Meaning they get it only once a year ( I wish that was me )

Also, choose whether you are human or Na’vi. Doesn’t matter, both go for this one. 

Also, yes I am on my period while writing this. Credit to @jinx14 for the idea. I apologise for any typos, it's almost 2am :)

Quaritch:

Now Miles is a man who, back when he was human, knew everything he needed to know about the woman’s body. Of course, his memories are still with him now, but his old normal life seems more distant to him now that he is focusing on one mission only. 

Either you are on his squad team and are a part of project Phoenix or you work in the lab as a scientist or doctor/nurse. 

Miles knows you as a colleague and has grown unintentionally closer to you in the last month. He found you interesting and liked that you were helpful with missions, polite and knew your place, and loyal to him. Those aspects were very important to him as a person. 

One day he sees you working on something, whether it be working out or filling out lab reports. He notices you look worn out and agitated, which is unlike your usual upbeat mood. 

He comes over to question you and make sure you’re okay. He won’t mind bringing you something if you need it, as long as you ask politely. Asking polietely is one of the least important things on your list if you are fighting cramps, headaches or other pains. It doesn’t help that you may not have slept well. 

You’re too tired to dance around the subject. You know you look tired as shit and you know he can see that, so you just cut down to the chase. 

“I’m on my period, Miles.” you groan out frustrated, stopping your workout or dropping your pen on your lab report. 

He freezes and shuts up. It doesn’t get him embarrassed or anything like that, the answer just takes him by surprise. He was expecting you to say that someone was getting on your nerves or that you had too much to do. 

He had almost forgotten that that happens to women. Then again, your answer had refreshed a few old memories and he understood what you were going through, from the biological view. He knew how it worked and why it happened and for how long etc. 

He didn’t want to make you feel worse so he silently left the room and returned with a hot drink in his hand for you. He will let it slide once. Then, you will have to ask politely again. 

“Do you want company?” he asks, not wanting to get on your nerves. 

You are unable to answer and you nod your head, groaning again before taking the cup into both hands and just holding it for a while. 

He doesn’t start small talk, you both just sit in peaceful silence. He might scan over a few of your reports without understanding them or might take a look at the equipment you were using to workout. 

Miles enjoys your company just as much as you do. And he was ready to help you if you needed anything. He was also happy to be spending time with you. 

He knew you were quiet when it came to personal things so he felt a sense of pride in his chest when you felt comfortable enough to just tell him what’s going on. 

Mansk: (sorry for the low quality gif)

You would both be outside on a mission. The whole team was out but you were divided into groups to cover more ground. He was focused on his surroundings, eyeing every tree and listening to every noise. 

You were both advancing through the forest pretty quickly and after a while, you started to feel bad. 

Mansk was walking ahead of you when he heard a groan behind him. With quick movements, he swung around and aimed his gun right at you. He relaxed his body and let his ears perk back up when he saw that you were not being attacked. 

“What are you doin’?” he asks, lowering his weapon and slowly walking back to your hunched-over figure. You were leaned against a tree, one hand clutching your stomach and wrapping around your waist tightly. 

Mansk noticed your odd position and started to think about what was happening. He stood next to you, eyes scanning over your body before he looked around again to ensure both of your safety. 

“You good?” he asked, leaning down to try and read my facial expression. 

“Just- give me a moment.” I say, biting my lip. This cramp was almost unbearable and it hit me without a warning. 

He nodded, standing up-right again but in reality, this man had no idea what was going on. His first thoughts were food poisioning or maybe you got sick from the helicopter ride here.

I stood up again, the feeling gone. 

“All good, let’s go.” I say, my normal self back again. Mansk was confused as shit. He stood still, watching you start to walk again. His mind was like a television without signal. After a few moments, you gasped and bent over, clutching your abdomen again. 

While he was still oblivious to your period symptoms, he was more worried and jogged over to you, resting a hand on your back. 

“Do you need-” he started to ask but my moody self interrupted him. 

“Shhhh… I need quiet.” I mumble. He ran out of ideas. He was about to settle on the hypothesis that you had just lost your mind until you mumbled something that made his ears perk up. 

“I’m on my period, it’ll be fine in a sec.” 

Right. Periods. He forgot about those. 

His eyes glanced at your shorts and he was relieved to not see any blood. Mansk had no idea what to do, how to help you or just how to deal with the situation himself. 

“You want water?” he genuinely asked, offering me his bottle. I look up at him, showing clear signs of discomfort and he doubts his question, leaning his ears back. He felt a little stupid for not knowing what to do. Usually in missions, he was the one to have the best ideas on how to do whatever. Now, he felt useless.

“Yes, why not.” I say, grabbing it from him. My answer surprised him. 

“Thank you.” I mumbled, wiping a few drops with the back of my hand from my mouth. He nodded, smiling to himself that he had managed to do something in your favour.

“We can keep going again.” you softly say, straightening your posture and turning around again. 

Mansk isn’t a very talkative person, therefor you both walk in silence most of the way again. But neither of you mind. You are distracted by your discomfort anyway. 

From now on, he will always offer you water.

Water obviously doesn’t help against pain, you were just thirsty from walking, but Mansk doesn’t know that. You weren’t going to tell him either. Looking at him, you saw how he was holding the bottle ready in one hand, so he could give it to you again. It was sweet that he wanted to help, even if he didn’t know how. 

He makes sure to stay close by your side, incase you need to stop again. Mansk is slightly more cautious now because he knows your attention is elsewhere. That is also why he suddenly feels very protective of you. 

When you return to the others he doesn’t spill that you are shedding blood as you speak. If you weren't there and it would be his buddies, he would though. Just to brag about how well he thinks he handled the situation. 

Upon arriving, he pretends as if nothing happened and that it was a normal situation, trying to forget the little panic moment he felt before. 

Mansk also pushes anyone sitting next to you away, so that he can be by your side. 

Lyle Wainfleet: 

You and Lyle work out regularly together. It started off when you would just run into eachother at the gym room. He started conversation with you and it formed a friendship. Now you meet up and both do your workout together. You help spot him while he helps to ensure that you keep a stable form and stuff. 

Anyway, right now you and him are competing against each other, trying to see who can hold a plak the longest. 

You’re going 2 minutes strong and you were ready to hold it longer. Lyle was keeping his posture obtained too. 

Suddenly you started to feel a light pressure in your lower abdomen. Within seconds, it became more intense and then it struck you like an arrow from hell, causing you to fall flat on the ground. Immediately, you turned to your side, scrunching up and hugging your waist as you experienced discomfort. 

Next to you, Lyle cheered. 

“Ha, told you so. You almost had 3 minutes. I can go for another 3, just watch and-” he started bragging until his gaze landed on you all curled up into a ball. 

“Okay, don’t you dare trick me into thinking you’re hurt just so I can’t break my record.” he chuckled, focusing on his plank again. After you hadn’t moved in a few seconds he glanced back at you. 

He was starting to get worried. 

“Y/N quit playin’.” he said but already, you were able to pick up a hint of worry in his voice.

“Y/N.” he repeated, hoping you would turn around smiling. But you stayed still. Something felt off to him so he decided to stop. He got out of his plank position and knelt beside you. Lyle looked down and noticed your facial expression. You were in fact not messing with him. He felt slightly relieved by that but then again worried for you. 

“You okay?” he asks, slightly shaking your arm. You nod but stay in your position. Lyle is confused now. What are you doing?

Did you get a cramp from the workout? Even the word ‘cramp’ didn’t ring a bell in this soldier's head. 

“I think I just got my period.” you whined. You were dreading it but it had to come eventually. 

Lyle’s eyes went wide. “Oh…” he said, almost sounding like it was a whisper. “Right…” 

“Just give me a moment, I’ll be fine in a few…” you mumbled, keeping your eyes squeezed shut. 

“Yeah, sure. Of course. Take as-as long as you need…” he started rambling. “We are in no hurry, just- yeah take your time. You know, relax.” 

“Lyle.” I warn him. 

“Yep, I’ll be quiet. I’ll just sit here and wait with you until you feel better. Which you will, right? Like, this thing won’t-”

“Lyle!” I snap at him. I was short-tempered at the moment and I couldn’t deal with his long string of words. 

He sat in silence, watching me to make sure I wouldn’t pass out or die. While he did still find himself fascinated with how the female body worked, it scared him to a certain extent. If he would see blood on your leggings, he would definitely freak out.

Once the cramp fades away, you sit up, taking a few deep breaths. Lyle continues to watch you patiently and you smile and apologise for snapping. He isn’t upset. Lyle is an overly friendly angel and just wanted you to feel better. If you had asked him to, that man would have sat next to you for a few hours. Even if you fell asleep, he would not leave your side.

Since you were in a vulnerable state, he was happy he was the one looking out for you. And look out for you he will. He will get you absolutely anything and will make sure you are comfortable. If someone would need to talk to you he would handle it, sending them away. If you would get cold, he would cover you in his jacket or hoodie, etc. Wainfleet was just a big friendly giant to those he cared about.

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[saursoob]

can you do a bf!yeonjun apologizing after an argument? please make it super fluffy!

❤︎ |i love you much more| ❤︎

yess ofc anon!! idk if this good enough but pls enjoy 💗

warnings: y/n is a overthinker, yeonjun refers to y/n as “pretty girl”

@saursoob reblogs r okay! please don’t repost

you and your bf yeonjun haven’t been hanging out much as of recently now that he’s been traveling for tour. you’ve been very supportive of his job but its been lonely. when you first started dating it was bearable but the more you got used to him in your life that started to change.

but you can imagine how ecstatic you were when you found out he was he finally coming home. you decided to get ready, putting on some light makeup even though it was late. you and yeonjun had been together for a over a year now but you still wanted to look your nice for him as its been a while since you’ve last seen him. as you were getting ready you received a text from your bf, yeonjun: “y/n im not going over today im super tired. ily” you pouted at his text feeling upset that he wasn’t coming but more confused if anything “he always comes over and “ily?” why didn’t he say the whole word?” ultimately you decide to push your thoughts away and respond back. y/n: “its alright. rest well!”

-

the next morning you text him to hopefully make up for the previous day of him not going to see you. y/n: “junnie come over today! i miss youu”

yeonjun: “i have a busy schedule today but ill try.” your heart sank at his cold laced tone. why is he being so weird? if hes mad at me he should just tell me. you sigh and put down your phone, scrolling on netflix to watch something to make you feel better

more under cut!!

hours later you hear a knock on your door, you secretly hoped it was your boyfriend even though you’re slightly mad at him. “hey” he says while you open the door, it was him. he goes in for a hug, barely even touching you when he does but you didn’t say anything.

“why are you here?” you asked him. silence filled the room as he went to lay down on your couch, taking out his phone and mindlessly scrolling on it. you looked at him in disbelief, aggravated on why he was acting like this. “yeonjun, are you mad at me or something?” you tried to keep your voice composed but failed to, your words coming out shaky.

“why would i be mad at you?” yeonjun says, not fully paying attention to you still looking at his phone.

“i dont know? yesterday you didn’t come over to see me which you never do, didn’t even bother to call but instead texting me and not even saying i love you properly?! and now you are here but you don’t even hug me properly either?? yeonjun, you were gone for so long leaving me here to miss you but you don’t even seem like you’ve missed me! ” you got so angry that unknowingly you started tearing up.

yeonjun immediately focused all his attention to you, standing up to face you. cupping your face with his hands and wiping a tear with his thumb, “darling, please don’t cry. im sorry i didn’t even realize that i didn’t hug you properly.” he says in a soft spoken voice while going in to hug you tightly.

“yesterday i was so jet lagged that i just went home ready to knock out for the night. i know this is no excuse for it but work has been so tough lately, tour’s, dance practice, schedule, interview appearances. its just a lot but please y/n i’ve missed you so much.”

he says while softly lifting your jaw for you to look at him “i’ve missed you more than anything, so please don’t think that i didn’t.”

you answer looking away from him, “yeonjun, could’ve have slept here.”

“i know and im sorry babe i wont do it again i promise.” he says leaving a peak on your nose

“lets make up for it right now, yeah?” yeonjun leads you to your bedroom, laying down first and patting on his chest signaling for you to lay down on him, you do as he signaled, getting comfortable on his chest.

“you know this isn’t gonna make up for it choi yeonjun” to which he chuckles at, “mmm i know, what if i make you breakfast in bed in the morning lovely?” you cant help but light up at his comment “you’re staying the night?! you don’t have any schedules in the morning tomorrow?”

“nope” he smiles looking down at you “you did say i have to make it up to you, right?”

after a while of being in the comfort of his chest and hearing his heartbeat yeonjun suddenly sighs deeply, playing with your hair. “you have no idea how much i love you y/n.” making you smile in a sleepy haze

“ i love you much more, yeonjun.”

!! reblogs are vv appreciated !!

ENDD!! im actually so nervous to post this since im not that confident in my writing but if you enjoyed thank you so much 😣 <33

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[mazeofyeni]

( 🤎 ) ... UNDERSTANDING THE DYNAMICS IN NCT DREAM ( RENCE VERSION ) !

💬nias notes: jeno’s is next …

( 🤎 ) SHIP NAME: RENCE

romantic level: 85%

( 🎶 ) … their song: teddy bear ( nct dream )

TOP THREE RENCE PHOTOS:

— rence analysis: renjun cares for cece a lot, anyone could see it, he’s very soft and caring around here, he even tends to baby talk to her ( even though he denies it every single time ). cece energetic personality, that contrasts his completely, but with him she seems more level headed and calm.

out of all the relationship in dream — romantic or not, renjun and cece mesh well the most, they bring out different sides of each other that no one else can…

(🤍) … top three rence moments that alter reality :

THE 2021 RENCE KISS !

It was during the 00liner live — she wasn’t even in the live, she accidentally walked in looking for her charger that she previously left. renjun got up to help her and to the camera you couldn’t see anything, but the guys did because they kept look past the camera.

I guess they thought it wouldn’t be easy to hear it, but don’t shit get past czennies, and haechan couldn’t hide his jealous face either, but anyway , you could hear them talking quickly, then a low kiss sound — fans took this and ran, and it didn’t help renjun came back into frame with a red face. she quickly tried to clear it up on bbl, saying it wasn’t a kiss, and to not think anything of it, but fans know what they heard…

RENJUN BEING JEALOUS OUT IN THE OPEN !

during the filming of beautiful, when they were dancing with the dancers behind the scenes , in the back of one of the interviews, you could see cece talking to a group of dancers, you could also see renjun watching her with a stoic face.

all it took was for the male dancer to smile at her, and he walked over to the group, you could tell he wanted to drag her away but he didn’t, he waited for the dancer to get the hint, and excuse himself. she then turned to him, and he smiled, no one paid attention to what johnny was saying, because they were too focused on cece slapping his shoulder in the back.

A FAN SEEING RENCE OUT IN ATLANTA WITH HER MOM !

a fan who lived in atlanta , saw them together in her hometown when they were there for a tour stop at a local target. the fan was shopping there randomly when she walked in with him and her mom.

she didn’t want to approach them and disturb them, but she did say that that the few times they past by her they were linking hands. fans didn’t really care about that since she does that to everyone, but what they found cute was that fan said renjun seemed close with her mom, and he was carrying cece’s purse — she thinks she also heard renjun call her jagi, but it’s confirmed because op wasn’t close enough.

©LUVYENI

#cece ( rence ) #fictional idol addition #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #kpop fictional character #nct 24th member #nct dream female addition #nct dream added member #nct female oc #nct added member #nct dream addition #nct dream female member #nct dream 8th member #kpop added member #kpop female addition

[kiarabanetmi]

I think I’ve finally gotten my thoughts together about Felix.

People have genuine things to hate about him: in his debut episode he lied to Adrien, impersonated him to destroy his relationships with his friends and classmates, tried to force kisses on Marinette (as Ladybug) WITHOUT CONSENT, and stole from Gabriel with a sinister smirk. He did apologize to Adrien and promised to be better, but when that smirk was revealed it seemed like another lie.

Then, in Season 4, we got to see just a bit more of him. He was incredibly intelligent and cold towards others (he actively insulted Chloe, but he already knew her and didn’t like her). HOWRVER, one thing he didn’t do this time was try to manipulate Kagami, Adrien’s other friend. Granted he was more focused on ShadowMoth/Gabriel. But another thing: HE REJECTED AN OFFER OF POWER from ShadowMoth. That isn’t something to take lightly. Unlike other villains who would’ve happily taken the power (I.e. Chloe and Lila), he outright REFUSED and broke control. Then, he came back in the finale to get info on Gabriel while telling Adrien he would take his place on the tour. But here’s the thing: after he found the secret of Emelie, he didn’t just abandon his deal with Adrien. Even after Adrien said he was gonna follow through with the deal he made with his father and go on tour. Instead, Félix still stayed in his place, probably in his kind to free up his cousin and gave him he happy, or now. He could have just been using it to get away from Gabriel and make sure he was far enough away with the Peacock Miraculous he believed he had stolen, but he still honored his deal with his cousin and kept up the charade. But again, we don’t really know.

Then, he betrayed Ladybug after he gave her the dog miraculous, and exchanged all her miraculous for the real Peacock for reasons we still didn’t know

But now, we’re learning more. In Emotion, he did kidnap Adrien and lie to Kagami. But again, he didn’t try to destroy Adrien’s relationship with her this time. In fact, he bonded with her (after realizing she’s probably a sentimonster too). Then, when Marinette comes and gives him a genuine confession and kind, supportive words, we see ACTUAL GROWTH. Remember, Félix saw the video of a Marinette saying she loved Adrien in his debut episode, and he hated her. But this time, instead, he didn’t try to make Adrien a bad guy. Even if he was acting, it seemed like he was genuinely happy with Marinette. Cause her words may have also gotten to him. He’s already been spying on their date, and I’m guessing he may have still had doubts about her being genuine. But her showing up at the dance changed that (at least in my mind).

Remember, in her speech, she said not only she loved Adrien, but she understood why he didn’t tell her about the dance, that she wasn’t mad, that he was going through a hard time, and that she was proud of him anyways for doing the best he could. And to him, that must’ve been something. He saw that unlike every other person he’s seen Adrien interact with (his father, his fans, Lila, Chloe), this girl seemed to genuinely care about Adrien’s happiness and for him as a person, not just some idol or prize or tool. Please note this time he didn’t try to sexually assault her or make any undue advances towards her either, although that can be argued since she thought he was Adrien. So, when he danced with her, and she called herself a monster (in regards to the other prissy rich kids staring in horror), he got angry. Because he saw one of the only genuinely good people he knew (aside from Adrien and his own Mother) beat themselves up cause of others prejudice.

Also, keep in mind, he transformed only after Chloe ATTACKED Marinette. Sure, it was a distraction to take advantage of, but I see it as also seeing the perfect moment to protect someone good and enact his plan to save Adrien and himself. Cause after he snapped everyone except Kagami away (cause he bonded with her and saw she was like him), he brought Marinette away to a place she’d be safe from his powers. A place where no light from his Red Moon sister would touch her, so she wouldn’t be at risk. He wasn’t just dumping her to get her out of the way. He could’ve just snapped her away and brought her back if he wanted to do that. BUT HE DIDNT.

Then, after confronting Ladybug and snapping her away and bringing back Kagami and Adrien, he reveals his desire to free himself and Adrien, and now Kagami, of their controllers and oppressors, to just make a world where they would be happy and free. And he knew Adrien wouldn’t be happy on this world without Marinette, that’s ANOTHER reason he protected her. He wanted Adrien to be happy AND saw she was a good person.

When he shows Adrien this to make her happy, and sees she isn’t there and his power to bring her back isn’t working, he genuinely starts to panic and apologize. When Kagami and Adrien demand they bring her back, he agrees WITHIUT HESITATION and doesn’t argue his mistake. He thought his powers hurt one of the people he car s about most, his Cousin, whom we now see he does seem to genuinely care about. When he sees the three of them reunite in relief, he looks genuinely guilty and worried.

Another thing to note: Félix regards his non-humanoid sentimonster as any other living being, speaking to it as it understands him. Mayura and Gabriel NEVER did that. Just saw them as mindless tools. He doesnt. He speaks to her as a person, despite that she can’t speak at all, nor has a face, or a discernible personality. And when he releases her from existence, he apologizes because he shouldn’t have created her with so much hate and used her powers to hurt people he cared about. He cried not only for her, but what he had done to hurt his cousin.

At the end of the episode, his mother confirms what his thoughts were at the beginning of the episode: that everyone except Adrien were just cruel monsters who didn’t care or weren’t good. But now, he’s taking back his stance on that. His feelings have changed. Not only is there another senti-being he can relate to now, but there’s a normal girl whom is so kind and genuine and makes his cousin happy. He now sees there are good people in the world other than his mom and cousin, and he doesn’t want to hurt them.

So yes, in the beginning he was an AWFUL person. I’m not going to excuse his actions in earlier seasons at all. But here’s the thing about him (and I’m not using this as an excuse, I’m going to use it as a reference guide): he’s a child. He’s a damaged, grieving, super intelligent but emotionally immature child. This does NOT excuse what he did in his debut episode AT ALL, but it does remind us of something: as children grow, they learn. And as they learn, THEY CAN CHANGE. And Félix seems to be doing that every time we see him. Sometimes those changes are good (I.e. rejecting HawkMoth’s powers, apologizing to Adrien) and sometimes they’re bad (I.e. betraying Ladybug). But he seems to be learning every time we see him.

So, is he a good guy or a bad guy? I think he’s a damaged kid who wants what’s best for those he lives and doesn’t know how to do it right. I think he was cruel and hurtful and cold and closed off, but now he’s learning other ways to be better.

The world is full of greys. Nothing is just as simple as hero and villain most of the time. I think that’s what Félix represents.

#mlb season 5 spoilers #mlb season 5 #felix fathom #Argos #mlb season 4

[bohemian-nights]

Thoughts on Sara Snow?

I’m mostly going to be focusing on Sara Snow in the context of the show because there is too much in the books about her(all we know is she’s the bastard sister of Cregan Stark) to do any real in-depth analysis of her character.

Let me start by stating that I do believe she’s real, I don’t hate her, and I believe she does serve a purpose(more on this later), but in show context, I understand why some fans don’t want her included.

(By some fans I mean Black women cause those are the only fans I see that have a legitimate concern with her inclusion).

This show(and GOT cause I haven’t forgotten what you guys did to Missandei either🙃) has an abysmal track record when it comes to Blackish women. They are all treated like disposable props for white characters(which is a common trope in media)and aren't allowed to be full characters.

So the optics of having Baela being “left” for a white girl* coming off the heels of what happened to Laena just looks bad.

*I think Sara should be played by a mixed actress, which would take care of the image problem, but it’s pretty clear that if she’s being included she’s probably going to be played by a white girl.

That being said, there are ways in which they can include Sara without it being disrespectful or making it seem like Baela has been slighted in some way.

We have to keep in mind that Jace dies pretty soon into the Dance, he’s weak asf(sorry to any Jace fans but your fave is lame in HOTD), and he and Baela never marry let alone have children. He’s her stepbrother/cousin, but he’s just a blip in her life. He is not her endgame.

That role belongs to the lord in training of f*ckboy’s Alyn Velaryon. He is the one who she married and had children with. He’s her destiny, not Jace.

If they focus on these guys' relationship and have Alyn actively chasing after Baela and Baela is more receptive to him we can avoid her being the jilted would-be girlfriend who doesn’t measure up. Remember Baela and Jace do not know each other well. Unlike in the books, they weren’t raised together and they’ve only presumably met a handful of times since Baela was raised on Driftmark with Granny.

I doubt she’s that attached to Jace so it would be easy enough showing her getting swept up in Alyn(he’s Corlys 2.0 he should be very charming) to the point where she doesn’t really care wherever Jace goes or whoever he is with.

Back to Sara Snow. I know a lot of fans like to say she’s irrelevant, but there are very few truly irrelevant characters(cough Corwyn Cornbread cough Lasagna Radish), during the Dance and Sara isn’t one of them. She has a purpose and that purpose is to be to Jace what Nettles and Alys are to Daemon and Aemond.

Yes, Jace is a bastard, but he’s still a (half) Targaryen bastard. He’s a prince. There is a certain level of respect he is given when even the maesters see him. We see this respect come into play when it comes to Sara Snow.

Like with Nettles and Alys, Jace is thought to be too good for Sara. The maesters(and Mushroom) hurl a bunch of sexist, xenophobic, and classist language her way, calling her half-wild, an unwashed northern bastard, a wolf girl, and a creature.

The maesters do not believe she exists, but they then say that if she did she wasn’t used as anything more than a roll in the hay. A chance for the Prince of Dragonstone to sow his wild oats before he went back to his high-born Valyrian betrothed Baela.

I feel like the point of the Dance is to show the folly in the pride, prejudice, and greed of House Targaryen as well as the other noble houses in general. Sara shows this.

Finally, I’d like to note that most of the outrage regarding Sara Snow being included is being made by the same people who ship Jace with Cregan(cause I guess two men sleeping together doesn’t count as cheating 🙃) or Nettles😒

I’ve already explained why this is, but it’s being done by Dumbnyra stans to “keep” Nettles away from Daemon.

This is less about racism or Baela being shafted and more about just not wanting Sara included.

Honestly, even if Baela was white like her book!counterpart I could still see people arguing against Sara’s inclusion citing that you are trying to take away from gay representation(even though there is nothing to indicate Jace is gay) or an interracial romance(lol again they don’t want Dettles to happen and will use whatever at their disposal to “stop” it).

Sara Snow would be a great inclusion to the show, but time will tell if she’ll be included at all🤷🏽‍♀️

#sara snow #bnask #sara x jace #jace velaryon #bnasks

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/711921005033127936

I'm not sure you’ll be interested in my reply to this, but I can’t send an ask to the original blog, so I hope you don’t mind if I write this to you. You were interested enough to reblogging the OG post, so I hope I’m not out of line here, or boring.

I had both similarities and differences from @prettydeaneyes when meeting the guys.

I like J2, but I am definitely Jared-leaning, especially after the prequel business. I was incredibly excited to meet Jared, while still also interested in meeting Jensen, just not as much.

In terms of M&Gs, I found Jared more tuned in and engaged. He is almost intense with how much he focuses on you. Jensen's had a different vibe, not as deep but still attentive, I guess. Jensen answered questions fairly thoughtfully, though I only really heard one tidbit of info that I found really interesting from him. There was a heller in the room enbarsssing herself, so she ate up valuable time in the meet with her BS, though. He was pretty engaging though and seemed okay with me giving him some cheek. But, for me, Jared’s M&G felt more intimate abd lighthearted with all of us joking about his 6 wounded warrior shirts that he’s worn everywhere, but also a little intimidating since it was my first.

For photo ops, I honestly felt like Jared was distracted when it was my turn. He started with his back to me and he was dancing, which was cute but made me feel off-balance and a bit awkward when he turned to face me, though he was my first J photo op. He gave me a very tight hug, which was great, but no little engagements like I’ve heard he’s done with others, so I felt a bit let down after accounts of others' experiences with him. In my Jensen solo, he was super engaging the first time. He had his charm dialed up to 11. So, I was surprised by enjoying his op more. In my J2 duo Ops, they were both fine with my requests and moved into position without question. I felt like both were pretty businesslike, though Jared cuddled into me more in the squish hug. They did hug tight.

I had two more days of photo ops with Jensen in one of the cons that Jared couldn’t attend, and the first day I found Jensen almost cold and walked away feeling like: F-it, I’m not going to be intimidated by this guy who can’t be pleasant when we are already disappointed by Jared’s absence. Honesty, it made me much more casual in my interactions with him after that. Still , the next day I had another op with him and he was friendly and we had to chat a minute to clarify my pose and he was great. So, I’ve had both better and worse solo op experiences with Jensen than Jared. Sadly, only one with Jared though, so it’s not a good sample size. I think I just had bad luck with Jared and he was distracted, while I think Jense is a bit more temperamental.

In autographs, in Toronto I found both Js to be a little disengaged though polite, though Jared seemed more distant (though this was the con where he teared up on stage and my autograph was after that on the Sunday , so he might have just been spent. We were soecicalky asked not to share overly emotional stories with either J as they were tired.). Jensen warmed a little by the end of our brief interaction. The second auto I had with Jensen he was friendly and I just kept it short, but it was one of my favorite auto interactions because it was just cute and I was not full of nerves.

To conclude, based on my exoerience and what I’ve read on,one, our own feelings and expectations have a decent role in how we end up percoevung the guys. However, I think Jensen can be very charming when he wants to, but he doesn’t always want to. Whereas Jared felt more real, but that also means he can’t hide it if he’s just spent. Ultimately bath guys are just human, but I truly think, in most cases, Jared engages more, just not "always" with me. I really hope he’s at the next aJIB because I wanted two con experiences to help me get a fuller impression of both guys.

No worries, anon! You're not out of line, or boring. It's always interesting to hear people's personal convention experiences (in the likely event that I'll never attend one.)

It's interesting the way you describe them because that's exactly how I imagine they are in person from everything else I've heard. When Jensen wants to be charming, it's a force of nature, and Jared wears his heart on his sleeve (no 'performance' so-to-say) so what you see is exactly what you get.

Thank you for sharing, and I really hope you get to increase your 'sample study' at the next JIB!

#ask box #jensen convention experience #jared convention experience

[inxthexshadowxofxdeath]

(Luka Sabbat) [THE MOMENT]. Please welcome [SYDNEY CLIFFTON ROWE (HE/HIM/SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [27]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [HAIR STYLIST AT BEST CUTS/DRAG QUEEN]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

(Luka Sabbat) [THE MOON]. Please welcome [SOL ELIJAH ROWE (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [27]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [PAINTER/POET/TAILOR AT THE BOUTIQUE]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Syd first because he's technically the oldest and won't let Sol forget it...

Full Name: Sydney Cliffton Rowe Nicknames/Aliases: Syd, Candice B. Love (his drag name) DOB: TBD (But I feel like I've said they're Gemini) Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA Orientation: Homoromantic, Homosexual

-Unlike his brother Sydney he got into far less trouble (even if he had a bigger mouth). Sol used his fists Sidney used his words… So maybe he did get into just as much trouble just not with the LAW. He's always had a sharp tongue.

-Both he and Sol are artists at heart. Whereas Sol focused on poetry and visual arts, Sidney pursued dance and music. He got into drag from a young age. He was meant to preform. Sol didn’t want to be in the spotlight, that was fine; Sydney would gladly soak it all up.

-The drag scene in Philly was fine but he wanted to see the world. Syd left the nest earlier than Sol, bouncing around from city to city and eventually moving to Hollywood in the hopes of making it. He did well for himself. Forming relationships always came far easier to him. He’s charming and confident and it didn’t take long for him to get engaged.

-He was with his ex fiancé (who acted duelly as his manager) since he was 18. While Syd's experience with him was no where near what Sol went through, there was still a lot of emotional manipulation and weird power dynamics. It often left Syd feeling out of control of his own life but he often found himself going back because his ex was consistent and rebounds were never the real love Sydney wanted.

-Speaking of, Syd and his ex fiancé split recently — they’re “””taking a break””” — hence why Syd moved back in with Sol and agreed to come to Huntsville with him after they inherited their grandmother's house.

-He’s calmed down a lot from the wild teenager that he was. He still likes a party, still likes to fuck and drink and be a mess, don’t get me wrong, but he works just as hard. He's a business woman at heart and at the time of getting stuck in Huntsville he was a pretty well known Drag performer and makeup artist on Instagram, TikTok, etc.

-He can do hair, he can do nails, but baby don't ask him to sew nothing.

-Sydney’s drag name is Candice B. Love. I imagine his style is very Shea Coulee/Naomi Smalls. He is an excellent dancer/performer and often incorporates stand up in his act. Sometimes he’ll just do comedy, sometimes he’ll dance, it depends on what the venue calls for.

-10s 10s 10s across the board; a very kind warm disco energy with this one. He does lack a filter, but doesn’t go out of his way to be nasty to people. That’s bullshit. Syd’s the friend that wont mince words or coddle you because he cares deeply about you. And he will be the first to come to your or a strangers defense. He loves his friends fiercely and openly.

Sol...

Full Name: Sol Elijah Rowe Nicknames/Aliases: N/A, Syd calls him variations of Sun or Sunny occasionally DOB: TBD (But I feel like I've said they're Gemini) Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA Orientation: Aromantic(?), Homosexual (he could MAYBE be pan? But also I'm not sure. I don't think he is either. Who knows. Miracles happen every day.)

- He was bullied heavily in school. While Syd seemed to own who he was from a young age - was popular and bright and charismatic - Sol struggled. He was the quiet, mute, shy boy. It resulted in a lot of fights in the school yard with much bigger boys.

- In high school he got into more serious trouble. And though he excelled in his art and english classes he skipped a lot of school and hung around the wrong crowd. Ultimately, he ended up fucking one of his classmates who’d been the main perpetrator of this violence against him for years so that’s one way to lose your virginity. It was a whole internalized homophobia thing on the other dude's end, and a self loathing on Sol's. Bad, bad vibes.

-Sol doesn’t regret much, but he regrets that ^. It was a toxic on and off thing that went on for far too long. There was physical and emotional abuse involved. Things like yelling, or loud noises, sudden movements etc. make him very nervous.

-Despite graduating High school by the skin of his teeth Sol is one of the most well read, intelligent people. Books have always been an escape. He independently studies philosophy and anthropology and poetry. It was his writing that got him a full ride to get a higher education and college was truly the best thing that could have happened to him. He has a duel degree in literature & creative writing and sociology & anthropology. He later went on to get his masters in philosophy.

-After cleaning up his act he got serious about community work and activism. Urban agriculture, homelessness advocacy, Harm reduction etc. He's written countless essays and used his poetry and art to break out of his shell a little. He was working as something of a community leader, organizing events at an anarchist book store and gallery space when he left Philly to come to Huntsville with his brother.

- He's a radical little socialist and was always yelling about or demanding something or causing trouble or riots. again this put him in precarious situations and he has spent many a nights in jail for things including but not limited to: resisting arrest, causing public disturbance by means of protest, trespassing, vandalism, defacement of statues etc.

-He's always helped Sydney with his drag, finding solace with working with his hands. Since they were in high school, Sol had been sewing Sydney's garments. It was a skill he learned from their mother. It's not his passion. But there's little work for a paint/philosopher/poet in Huntsville.

-He doesn't mean to be standoffish. His face is just naturally looks disinterested.

Fun facts about the twins...

-They've been in Huntsville a couple of months having come here to go through their grandmother's house.

-Telling the twins apart tip #1: Sol has finger, palm, and back of hand tattoos. While Syd does have some tattoos he has far less than his brother.

-Telling the twins apart tip #2: They both smoke but Sol smokes far more than Syd. In the off chance you see both with a cigarette, the one in pink is Sydney.

-Telling the twins apart tip #3: If you can hear him, it's probably Syd. If his hair is pulled up and out of his face, it's probably Syd. If he's talking to you willingly, it's probably Syd.

-Open connection (for both): They have 5 younger siblings (a pair of which are also twins)

-Open connection (for Sydney): His on/off fiancé who he's been engaged to for like 6 years now. It's not a good situation so we can chat about that if you're interested. They're currently on one of their breaks.

#just ~tired~(tm) [ sol | looks ] #live and die in the life [ sol | musings ] #im going to go out meet some boys and crush their hearts one by one [ syd | looks ] #confessions of a teenage drama queen [ syd | musings ] #tw abusive partners #huntsvilleintro

[babeczka415]

Die for Me - Part 1

Die for Me

⚠️T/W: Cheating

“You said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me. I had a really bad feeling you've been lying to me. We were on the low, but you were getting high with me. When it's past 11, that's a different side I see. YOU. SAID. YOU’D. DIE. FOR. ME.” MC yells in Jake's face with his phone in her hand.

—----------------------------

Two Hours prior:

MC came home after a fun night at the club with a few friends and as she’s about to walk in the apartment the door is opening and a woman is walking out. She feels her blood start to boil, but she is really that much different? She just came back home from a guy's house she met at the club. As she gets closer to the door Jake see’s her. Those normal loving blue eyes are cold and she knows she got caught. She pushes past him and the girl and heads into the kitchen to get coffee as it’s early morning.

Jake kisses her goodbye and shuts the door. She feels him walking into the kitchen then she knows he walks away. She hears the shower running and she just makes the coffee. She knows what's about to happen. She see’s his phone on the kitchen counter and decides to check it. She puts hers down and grabs his.

She see’s all the messages with different girls and she feels like she’s going to throw up. She’s so focused on the message she doesn’t realize he came out of the shower.

“What are you doing with my phone?” he asks coldly.

“What do you think? I SAW HER LEAVE JAKE! You had another woman in our bed!”

“Oh like you're much better! Don’t think I didn't see you at the club last night with that guy and watch you leave with him! You have a Fiancé and yet you went out drinking and dancing and went home with another man! So yes I got revenge. Yes this wasn’t the first but guess what I learned last night. He wasn’t your first either!” He grabs her phone and unlocks it and looks through all the messages.

She throws his phone down and snaps her backs and bolts into the bathroom. She locks the door and realizes she is the one to blame. This wasn’t her first time cheating on Jake. Everything was going great but she always seems to mess it up. However the messages she saw on his phone go back just as far as hers which means it all started about the same time. Ten months, ten long months of acting like they were still in love. Planning this wedding but not at the same time. She jumps in the shower and stays there until she runs out of hot water. She looks at the time as she gets dressed and realizes it’s been two hours since she came home and caught him in the act.

She unlocks the door and see’s him in his office, she goes and grabs her coffee and heads back to him so they can try and talk and figure out what happened. If only she knew what was going to happen.

She looks at his screen and sees it's her phone, all the messages, photos, texts, calls and her heart breaks. He wasn’t working, he was hacking her phone. She grabs his phone and looks through it more as he’s looking at hers and he spins around.

“You said you would take a bullet for me, MC.” His voice is cold, there is no love in it anymore. Even the way he looks at her she knows they are over now.

“You brought other women back here besides her and slept in OUR BED! I think you lost that right!’ I yell as I get off the couch but he stops me.

“No say what you want to say! Don’t just walk away from this, from us without telling me where we went wrong because we cheated at the same time.’ “You tell me because I have no idea where it went wrong! I stopped feeling the love. It felt like we were just putting on this mask for our family and friends because it's what they all expect from us!” “Your right it’s been gone for a while.” his voice is loud, he want’s to yell at her but he can’t as they are both wrong. “You said you'd take a bullet, told me you would die for me. I had a really bad feeling you've been lying to me. We were on the low, but you were getting high with me. When it's past 11, that's a different side I see. YOU. SAID. YOU’D. DIE. FOR. ME.” MC yells in Jake's face with his phone in her hand.

He loses it at that and grabs her hand with his phone in it making her drop his phone. “I would have died for your MC! But this side of you for the year… this isn’t my MC this is someone I don’t know who you are anymore!” he yells in her face.

The tears are streaming down her face as she gets her hand loose and takes off her engagement ring and puts it on his desk. “Then it's over! I’ll pack a bag and come back another time to get the rest of my stuff’ she storms out of the office into the room. She grabs a bag as with all her stuff she needs in it and starts walking out. She walks into the office one last time and grabs her phone from where she was sitting on the couch.  She feels his eyes watching her but this is a fight that there is no coming back from. This was a year in the making with lies and secrets. Will she take those secrets to her grave or will they come out? She’s even unsure right now that she can’t stomach to look at him. She storms out the front door not even looking back, no idea where she is going but she can’t live this lie of love anymore.

#duskwood #duskwoodlover #duskwood fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mc x jake #duskwood jake x mc #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fandom #jake duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood mc #jake x mc #fanfics #i love jake

[futureforged]

*;; UNPROMPTED SOFT. 💥🔨⚙️ ➤   @nightlyvisitor  ( … ) Warmth. He had made sure that his fireplace was stocked with wood before letting it light up in a harmonious and gradual dance of embers. Since winter was edging closer day by day it was the perfect time to let his fireplace come back to life. Sumo didn't seem to mind it either as he curiously stared at the orange hues that danced against the ivory black metal before turning his attention back to their guest.

Jayce as always was entranced in his craft, hands working meticulously as he took notes or scribbled a visual design. Raymon smirked with a bit of fondness, admiring the others dedication to work... but even had his limit. Making his way over to the taller man settled along the comfortable couch, the other's mind still remains focused on finding a better solution to his current dilemma.

Although his mind seemed fully concentrated his eyes looked tired, hands gripping on the sheets with a fiery determination. For a moment Raymon is halted in his actions, uncertainty humming low in his mind. But it is washed away in waves quickly like streaks in sand as his hands carefully clasp around the others shoulders, just enough so he doesn't accidentally spook the other. When he is finally given the attention, his hands slowly slink upwards, scarred hands gently tracing over the other's neck before they settle on cupping the other's face.

Amber hues pinned on the others expression as they glisten in the occasional fire embers. His expression is relaxed but soon a cheeky smile makes its way when mischief comes to mind.

"Mmmm normally sunkissed refers to one's complexion....but I think it's different here...your gaze is so full of light, almost like golden sun rays." The sniper expressed in admiration the more he observed the scientist. Yeah that was perhaps silly but a gaze of a person could tell so much about them, sometimes even things hidden from plain sight. Hands move on their accord, thumbs gently brushing and gently tracing over the other cheeks and chin. "tant de lumière..." the last bit of french is murmured between the crackling fire as he sighs softly.

𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. It’d never been as big an issue before, something he could always scoff at, brush off with a sneer of a smile & something witty tossed right back to keep the conversation moving. Never one to let things linger in place for too long, he prefers even more if they don’t settle on himself.

He liked attention, bathed in it when it felt all the more well earned, but he couldn’t stand when it lingered unprovoked. It felt like someone was peeling back all his rotten layers, studying the blackened insides & seeing all his flaws. It’s a vulnerable thing. Definitely paranoid, but it’s not exactly something he’s gotten used to. Trained himself to react the opposite of visible discomfort — even when his stomach twists itself into tight knots, guilt chilling his veins like ice, he smiles in a neat bare of his teeth, a guarded, twitched thin of his eyes before he gives thanks.

He’s far from perfect. He’s failed one too many times, his blunders, the times he’s struggled to pick up the slack or push a breakthrough when it was needed costing people their lives — it haunts him, the indirectly shed blood covering his hands, but it’s easy enough to forget, to bury beneath the morbid reminder that as long as he tries, continues to push himself, he can make up for his failures in a way.

So he strives for progress. Has never had much of an issue with things being blurred between the lines of his personal & professional life.

Evidently not till now.

He tries to hole up in a well-heated lab. Bundled up beneath layered clothing, spending as little time as possible out in snowy winter weather as he can manage, but lured by someone who’d managed to burrow his way under his skin, comfortably so, even as he works on his side project, sketching away different possible schematic designs in the weathered & well worn book in his hands, his mind continues to drift back to Raymon. To the strange operative with a hopeful mind & gently stubborn will who’d managed to get him out of his lab for a change & out living.

While he’s currently off doing who knows what, Jayce admittedly, guiltily burrows himself in the comforting safety of his work, feeling mildly twitchy, only a little on edge in the new environment as he hears distant movement.

He isn’t sure how long he’s stared into the mess of scribbles below, fingers tightening their hold around the pencil in his hand, the cloth of the offered blanket sheltering him from any possible chill, but he does go tense when hands find their way along his shoulders. Gentle, familiar if only because they stay put, a lack of pressure there showing no intention to harm or restrict, more to soothe. The brazen graze of thumbs massaging into strained muscle draw a sheepish, breathy laugh from him, something heralding the starting melt under warm palms.

Peering at the other with a teasing arch of a notched brow, the silent questioning “yes?” left unspoken, Jayce feels as those hands moved upwards, lightly skating & skimming the line of his throat until they’re able to comfortably cup at his face. Soft, confident in the tenderness expressed, Jayce’s grin quirks that bit wider as he waits in patient anticipation.

❝ Dulce? ❞ He hums in greeting, some light surprise airing to the surface that though he could see the way the other studied him, there wasn’t much of a wane in that garnered comfort. Not much of an urge to pull away or remove his hands, so in a test he leans into one of them with maintained eye contact. Finally it’s broken, a huffed bit of laughter spilling free as he tries to duck his head, as much as he can manage anyways — giving up with a deep heaved sigh. All before begrudgingly staring back into warmed caramel — he’s not sure how to react to the genuine tone the sniper carries. Devoid of anything fake, there’s something honeyed in how he quietly compliments him.

All the while he continues to smooth the roughened pads of his thumbs along the few tiny scars etched into his cheeks.

Jayce beams, impish still but in a notably more tame way than what he normally gifts, reaching up to capture Raymon’s chin between his thumb & forefinger. He keeps up the suave façade on instinct, a stubborn old want to out fluster the other man keeping his expression soft but composed. Daringly he brushes the tip of his thumb beneath the others bottom lip with a quiet snort.

❝ Careful now. Wouldn’t want you to get lost in them. ❞

#➤ ꜰɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ . . . // in character. #nightlyvisitor #❝ you’re a new day rising ; you’re a brand new sky. ❞ . [ nightlyvisitor ] #◈ *virus hexed ( … ) resident evil verse #This was so sweet ;-; #Jayce said I had to answer it RIGHT FUCKING NOW so I’m sorry aaaaa

[cyphergalore]

Idol - Anyone but you ~ Jeon Jungkook - TEASER

‎₊˚‧૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა ·˚₊ ♡ hi everyone, nice to meet you!I’m a “Swan” a new writer on tumblr and I decided to give fic writing a try again! I haven’t done it for a good few years so please be kind to me!!! I’m so excited to introduce my first new series on here called “Idol” There will be a focus on each series for each member so don’t worry if you wanted one for your bias. For example;

“Idol - Anyone but you” will be focused on Jeon Jungkook

“Idol - Midnights in Paris” will be focused on Kim Taehyung

“Idol - Are you falling in love yet?” will be focused on Park Jimin

“Idol - Dirty dancing” will be focused on Jung Hoseok (J-hope)

“Idol - If we ever meet again” will be focused on Min Yoongi (Suga)

“Idol - Unspoken thoughts” will be focused on Kim Namjoon (RM)

and finally, “Idol - Under the moonlight” will be focused on Kim Seokjin (Jin)

Please do not worry about having to go through reading them in order to avoid missing out on pieces!!! There will be some references to certain things or parts but won’t be of any importance and I will just have it re-written as a flashback :) Yes it will be focused on one character but will be “Y/N” throughout the entire series however, whatever happens at the end of one fic does not exist in another member’s fic. For example, if they fell in love, there would not be any existence of that in another member’s series.

Now it’s time to introduce what the personality of “Y/N” the Idol is like and backstory before we get into it!

Idol will have the pronouns she/her (sorry I hope that’s ok!)

Y/N also considered as the western music industry’s “it girl” rapidly on the rise, collecting awards left and right for her extremely hardworking talent. Known for her insane duality on stage for being intimidating yet sensual, and we’re not talking about any sexual dances as she prefers to give off the sex symbol aura without doing much effort. Loves to mock male artists and banters about their actions. Obsessed with hip hop dancing or anything that makes her challenge the stereotypes of being a female artist, especially to prove a point against the issues of poc artists being over sexualised. Very much a bisexual woman of colour or can imagine her how you would like (if you’re homophobic or a misogynist or racist, then this fic definitely is NOT for you lmao oops) Always in relaxed clothing as her artist image. Fans are very funny and feisty and loyal, everyone is in love (and I mean hella heart eyes) with her because they are captivated by her duality and powerful aura. Think “the Park Jimin effect” but as a female. Offstage, towards strangers she is very introverted. Does not talk a lot, people are drawn to her thinking she is mysterious, intimidating and a bad bitch when in reality she’s just socially awkward lmao. Once off stage and off cameras, that confidence yeets itself out somewhere else. However if she’s with someone or people she is comfortable around, she is completely normal, feisty and banters a lot. Sometimes will either hate affection or seem cold (when her social battery drains) towards friends or be very affectionate and energetic to them, no in between. Around her fans, she is always very soft and humorous, sassy and extremely affectionate/loving and caring towards them. Is an Army! Have been for a good 5 years and Jungkook was actually the one to have first discovered her from BTS when she was just starting out as an artist. Guess you could say it was love at first sight and he became obsessed with watching her everyday vlogs, music videos, shows, first one to listen to her music as soon as it comes out and much more. Let’s just say he is as obsessed as how army is with BTS towards her at this point. It stemmed from his love for army, he thought it was just going to be a situation where he would be proud of seeing an army take inspiration from BTS and apply it to their life/career and then move on but of course, keep it in his heart. Nope, ever since he proudly praised her and posted one of her first songs on his instagram story, he had been hooked on her work ever since. It went from checking up monthly if he had the free time to, weekly to everyday regardless of if he had free time or not. Since then, he was refused by staff to acknowledge her again publicly before it caused trouble and stirred up any dating rumours. Sometimes it didn’t stop him from adding a harmless “like” on a few of her music posts especially if it was BTS related or her fans updating her chart data and achievements. Or his favourite time was to watch her live videos on instagram where only she could see if he has joined or not. They had met once in person at an awards show and it didn’t go well since Jungkook had became too shy to talk, that doesn’t stop them from speaking online all the time though and from being friends privately. Warnings: swearing, fuckboy!Jk, jungkook is a player but so is Y/N lol, Angst, Fluff, Smut 18+ in future chapters, minors do not interact! Jungkook x reader, jungkook x reader smut, idol!character Obsessed!jungkook but not harmful type obsessed lmao, Depression, Anxiety, NSFW and will add more warnings along future chapters ok idk let’s start the series shall we??? Any questions feel free to ask me :)

#bts #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook fic recs #bts smut #bts fic #bts fics #bts fic recs #ot7 #bts ot7 #ot7 fic #ot7 series #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #jungkook x you #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts fandom #bts army #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts rm #bts yoongi #bts jin #bts jimin

[annas-hair-donut]

Fierce & Feisty Friday

Rules: Post a snippet from one of your fics (can be published or WIP) featuring a fierce and/or feisty character this Friday or next, then tag some people so they can share, too! (Feel free to use the banner if you want!)

Tagging: @thecassadilla @true--north @bad-at-names-and-faces @annaofthenorthernlights and anyone else that wants to play!

🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻🌩️🌻

This week's fierce and feisty comes from my fic, "Boom! Clap!" (Frozen - Kristoff/Anna) for the upcoming Frozen Smut Week: Ruby..

“Boom, boom, boom, clap!” Anna sang, stomping her foot and clapping her hands with the words.

Kristoff backed his stool up to the door and leaned back.

“I can handle the door,” Sven said.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna get a glass of water,” Kristoff said.

Sven looked back at the stage, and said teasingly, “Yeah, you’re thirsty, aren’t you?”

Ignoring him, Kristoff slinked in the shadows at the back of the bar and leaned against the wall. His leg was killing him after sitting on the stool for so long, but the unobstructed view was worth it.

“You're the magic in my veins / This must be love,” she sang.

Kristoff rolled his eyes. Magic. Love. Such a naïve way of thinking about it. It had to be much more than that. He’d seen people risk their lives–die–for people they loved. And there wasn’t anything magical about it.

“Boom, clap! The sound of your heart. The beat goes on and on and on and on and on again.”

At least that was a sentiment he could get behind.

“Boom, clap!” Anna sang and tossed her hair in time with the beat.

She clapped her hands again, each time startling Kristoff a little more. “Boom, clap! You make me feel good. / Come on to me, come on to me.”

Kristoff licked his lips when Anna ran her fingers through her hair. Then he scanned the room, always keeping her in his periphery. And all his attention focused back on her when she clapped her hands again with “Boom, clap!”

He folded his arms and put his hand to his chin. One of the nice things about not being in the army anymore was not having to shave every day. But Anna probably preferred clean-shaven men.

By the time she got to “You’ve got me burning up with all of your love,” she had figured out how transfixed Kristoff was, and she seemed to sing—and dance—just for him. He needed confirmation, but he didn’t dare turn his head.

He learned two things as his eyes swept the room: (1) Her eyes were smoldering, angry at him and no one else; and (2) There was a man at the bar who couldn’t take his eyes off of her either, but she paid him absolutely no attention. 

She didn’t even know that her eyes should cut holes in his soul instead of Kristoff’s, but Kristoff wouldn’t have her move them for anything, which is why he gave her 95% of his attention while he kept an eye out for the man who was leering at her.

Everyone clapped when she was done, and her admirer made a huge show of it, but Kristoff kept his arms folded.

He sat at the end of the bar while her biggest fan fawned all over her in the middle. It was only karaoke, but he acted like she was some sort of pop star.

He watched Anna out of the corner of his eye while he drank his water. It still felt like a luxury to him, more so than the whiskey being poured into Anna’s glass. He chuckled when he noticed all the red liquid being poured on top of it, though. It was one of the few times Kristoff had smiled, albeit a small one, since getting back.

He looked away when she pulled the cherry stem from between her teeth. He knew she saw him, but he nearly choked on his water when she slammed her bag onto the bar next to him.

“What?” she asked in an irritated tone.

He swallowed audibly and lied like he’d been trained to, “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her fan followed right after, rudely grabbing her hips from behind and kissing her cheek.

She squeaked, then giggled. “Not now!” she said in a soft teasing voice to the man, along with a gentle pat on his cheek. Clearly, Kristoff had misread the situation, and that bothered him even almost as much as the chill that had all his arm hairs standing up.

He slugged back the last of his water and slammed the glass on the table. He walked away without a word, but he could feel her eyes burning into his back, even while she laughed with the other man.

He didn’t look back until he got to his stool, and even though the guy’s tongue was halfway down her throat, she was looking right at Kristoff.

He rolled his eyes and went back to doing his job. He didn’t need that kind of drama.

To be published at AO3 on March 26th for Frozen Smut Week: Ruby.

#fierce and feisty friday! #frozen #kristanna #frozen smut week #boom clap!

[beseojun]

✰ Reflection: seojun looks back on the final episode and his performance of hug ✰

he’s here again for the final time to reflect on everything that happened. it only seems like yesterday that he was just performing my turn for the first time and showing off how much of a performer he seemed to be on stage. he feels his eyes prickling with tears but he’s not gonna cry. he usually sucks in his emotions unless he’s on stage or he’s near someone he’s comfortable with. he doesn’t need the cameras to catch him crying over this being the end of next gen. he was stronger than that. if anything he’d wait till he was back home to do so and then vent to haneul. his best friend always knew how to calm him down and deal with whatever emotions decided to spring up on him.

stepping into the room again, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. this was it. he wouldn’t get to see this room again and he was sure he’d never get to see some of these people again either. not that he was being pessimistic but it seems some of them wouldn’t cross paths again. unless they saw him busking then he’d eagerly go and say hi. shaking away the thoughts, he looked over at the camera, ready to answer the questions given to him.

what was the greatest challenge during this mission?

he shouldn’t be surprised by this question but maybe it’s due to it being the final episode that he doesn’t think he’d hear it again. there are always challenges but he wonders how much improvement he’s shown to the judges during everything. “the rapping parts was a challenge for sure. i know i’ve practiced enough but it still feels off to rap. i’m always so focused on singing and dancing that i don’t think of rapping. i appreciate getting the chance to do it again though and hope i improved in that regard since the first time i rapped here.”

do you feel confident in your performance?

“honestly, i do. i know i’ve said that a lot for each performance i’ve done but i always feel so alive on stage. it give me the same feeling when i’m busking or doing a dance cover where anyone can see it. i just feel i become more confident being on stage compared to off it.” he admits easily, giving a gentle smile. he knows there was a bit of fumbling here and there but it seems they all recovered very quickly in his eyes. it wasn’t like he was able to watch his teammates but he had confidence in them all.

were you happy with your group for the finale?

“i was.  he giggles instantly. “i mean getting to work alongside haneul again was something i was definitely happy about. i’m never against getting to work alongside my best friend. i didn’t interact too much with the others but getting to know sarang was nice. i hope we get to keep in touch after this. i wouldn’t mind being his friend.” he feels his smile growing as after he finished answering the question. he means it all and at the end of the day even if he didn’t interact with his other teammates, he’d easily perform beside them again. he enjoyed the chemistry they all seemed to exude on stage. it was perfect.

how do you feel about your overall performance for next gen?

thinking it all over, seojun reflects back to how he started from when he auditioned to now. it was a lot of hard work that he knows at time took a toll on him but he made sure to try and put out his one hundred percent no matter what. “i’m proud of myself. i got to show sides of myself to everyone that only a few people have seen  as well as perform knowing that many people will be watching. each song has been their own challenges but i’ve learned a lot throughout it all. i know i will take everything i’ve learned to help me improve further in my skills. even being someone who just dances, it seems i’ve grasped even improving in that.”

he smiles brightly before giving a slight bow. he appreciates his time here, glad to have the chance to able to showcase everything to not only the judges but anyone who has decided to tune in to watch next gen. he walks away from the room feeling his shoulders relax as he tries to smile. the other emotions can unleash later, he was going to miss this.

#be:ngs1p6 #이서준 — ✰ / solo #( wc: 763 )

[houdinicorbini]

Late night drive

I wanted to make something that was focused on a character and not a x reader

Not meant to be too long either

Tw: spoilers to episode Ardyn

As the time grew closer to exacting Ardyn's revenge, the more stressful things eventually became. but he knew this, he knew the chosen path would not be so easily walked.

There were moments where Ardyn would think and ponder about the times he would sit under that same tree that both him and his fiancé could stay hours upon hours at.

The simpler times before everything went to chaos. Before he was betrayed by the ones he worshipped, by his own family.

At some points Ardyn finds himself trying to remember the past, but all he can remember is his undying hatred for his brother, the false king, and his plans to destroy the bloodline of Lucis.

Along with memories that are not his own but from the people who he had to kill in order to know more about this wretched world. A price he was willing to pay in order for this long-awaited plan of his to come true.

So, stress was a definite given with this current path he was treading.

Recently he overheard some people chatting while he was out walking, they were talking about how driving is a major stress relief for them.

Ardyn kind of shrugged the thought away, because how could something like that relieve stress?

But now he has nothing to lose at this point. So here he is, driving alone in his car, in the middle of the night with very slight hope that this preposterous idea will actually work.

He wasn't really expecting much, at this point Ardyn was only passing time. Though it felt like he had all the time in the world at this point.

Not that he wanted it. But fate can be rather cruel.

"Why not take this road to a new place? Maybe I'll find something exciting!" He said in a somewhat mocking tone towards himself.

And so, he continued to drive down the road, only having his headlights to illuminate the way through the never-ending darkness that the night seemed to bring.

It was rather peaceful and quiet, the only sound being the wind passing through Ardyn's hair since the roof of the car was down. It quite was nice to feel the cool breeze of the night.

But one can only deal with the quiet for so long, so balance out the lack of noise, Ardyn turned on the radio, just to see what was currently playing at this hour.

Though he quickly turned it off when news about the war started to immediately play.

The whole reason as to why he's doing this is to get away from all that talk of war and nonsense. He just needed a few hours to where no one even mentioned anything about Lucis, or the Crystal. Nor to speak of that damned false king.

Just thinking about it made Ardyn's blood begin to boil. Hopefully this trip would help clear his head. Even if it didn't, it's still time away from the empire.

A part of him felt stupid for taking this random dirt road, but another part held hope that it would be something new, a place that could be a potential getaway for when he needed the fresh air.

Continuing the drive, Ardyn could see that there were plenty of daemons out right now, but it's not like they'd ever bother him though.

He's practically the ruler of them, the queen bee of the hive.

Not exactly something he ever thought he’d be, but there’s no going back, only forward now. There’s nothing back there anyway.

Not alive anyways.

After driving for what felt like hours, it was probably maybe 30 minutes or less, Ardyn came across a giant tree on top of a cliff that over looked the lake.

The moon made it clear enough to see, and it was absolutely beautiful.

Stepping out of the car, Ardyn made his way over to the tree, he didn’t drive for so long to just go back after finally reaching a destination.

Would’ve been a waste.

He looked over the edge, admiring the view, the way the moonlight illuminated the water and danced off of it.

A view he would’ve loved to have spent with his one and only.

But we don’t always get what we want.

“I might as well take advantage of this, marvelous find.” He said while strolling over to the tree, sitting down under it.

This tree reminded him a lot of the one he’d sit under with Aera. Many moments were spent at that tree, and unfortunately, not enough.

Because if Ardyn has realized anything from being cursed to live so long,

is that nothing, truly lasts.

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