#inks face is such a reaction image omg

[mrs-monaghan]

Hello, just wanted to say I love your blog and your opinions are really valuable to me! Now, asked this to another blog which opinions also I value about Jikook, because, like you, they work with the truth, and not delusions. Saying this just in case you see the same ask on another blog, it's only because I really like both of your opinions.

That being said, what do you think about the time when pictures of Jungkook hugging and going out with his female tattooist god leaked? Now, don't get me wrong, I know that time was very hard for Jungkook because of the unjustified hate he got for it, and I know just because a boy and a girl hug/interact doesn't equal to them dating (esp. with annoying ppl in this fandom where jk can't even BREATHE without ppl creating rumors that he's been dating 50 girls. I mean, did you see the crazy rumor about a rich blonde girl from Qatar? Lmao its CRAZY)

But, I really want to know about your opinion on this. Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they weren't drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I think, that you are trying to pass yourself off as a Jikooker and anon,

Do you think they were just friends? Someone said that they were drinking alone in that restaurant. Or do you think Jikook were broken up at the time and they had a thing?

I would much rather talk about what happened after that. Here are some of my favourite moments from Bon Voyage season 4.

JK saying ILY then looking at Jimin immediately after

This one no one ever talks about. But someone said Jimin had arrived and the way JK immediately looks and perks up! Omg!! 😭😭😭

And he doesn't stop staring at Jimin either. He'd really missed his baby. Also the way he perked up reminds me of this popular moment when Jimin calls JK Kookosan and we get the happiest smile from JK that turns us all to mush.

I could have sworn JK was younger than Jimin. So idk why Jimin treats JK like he's the hyung

IYKYK 😌😌

JK saying Jimin's name as J.M and writing the same down.

I don't need to remind y'all his ink was still new so you're the delulu one if you think JK doesn't know what the letters on his hand look like.

We always talk about JK bringing the snow. But we don't talk enough about JK sitting by the snow waiting for Jimin to come out. We don't talk about how eager he was to show Jimin what he got him. How quickly he stood up all excited.

And the smile on his face as he watches Jimin's reaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

And yes, I do think this may have been to make up for the scandal even though it wasn't JK's fault. Also if u notice JK is very subdued this season and Jimin was looking after him alot. It's why satellite Jimin was on an all time high in BV sn 4. Haters really put JK through the wringer but I'm glad his man was able to be there for him.

Hand holding to take a picture and JK removing his glove so it can be skin on skin. Feels 😩😩

Jimin drooling over how bad ass JK was for jumping upside down. You bet your ass he loves this side of JK.

This right here is a favourite of mine. (I have more but damn u tumblr and your image limit) They're in New Zealand. Beautiful, gorgeous country. They get directed to a place with a beautiful, beautiful, insane view. All other members are watching this view and admiring it. Meanwhile JK's view:

And he stared for a long time. The camera kept panning out and JK was still staring. If you truly believe JK is not in love with Jimin, then idk what to tell ya.

Anon, Jungkook is in love with Jimin, is committed to Jimin and Jimin only. Has only ever had eyes for Jimin, has never strayed and most probably never will. He's in this Jimin shit for life.

Period.

#anyway thanks for stopping by #jikook #kookmin #insecure jikookers #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz #bon voyage jikook #jikook analysis #jikook is real #jimin #jungkook #whipped jk #whipped jungkook

[ri-ahhh]

i have a concept idea

Grayson getting his new arm tattoos and MJ thirsts over him lol

Omg she’s already obsessed with his arms as it is. So every bit of ink he gets that just enhances them and draws her eyes to them even more, she’s all about it. Sitting with him while he’s in the chair and scurrying over for a kiss while the artist takes a break. Holding out a can of Celsius with a metal straw for him to sip during swipes of the paper towel.

Every time a new piece finally heals, she’s got her hands all over it. Grayson always just sits back and smirks, enjoying the feel of her soft hands on his skin and relishing in the molten appreciation in her gaze.

“Just when I think you can’t get any sexier...” she trails off one lazy Saturday morning when she’s straddling his lap on the couch. MJ traces the thick black lines permanently etched into the ripples of muscle on the side of his arm, pausing to squeeze his bulging bicep with a little hum that borders on a moan. “Every time, dude.”

Grayson grins and watches her as he flexes his arm for her. The noise she lets out at the feel of him tensing and the image of the new tattoo contorting with the flex of his muscle is instinctual, primal, unstoppable even if she tried. MJ gives him a pointed look, but keeps stroking his skin all the same. “Douche.”

“Peach, how else am I supposed to react when you look at me like that?” he asks, his eyes and smile bright. His own hands sneak under the oversized shirt of his that she’s wearing, buttery soft skin gracing his palms. “I can’t help it.”

His hands trail higher up her sides, and MJ knows exactly where he’s heading. Admittedly, it makes her smirk too, because she might have a new adornment herself that he’s equally infatuated with right now.

Sure enough — “Don’t act like you don’t love that I fucking love these.”

Grayson watches her face as he cups her supple breasts, biting his lip when his thumbs swipe over her nipples - and the warm metal balls attached to them.

MJ giggles softly, arching her back into his hands instinctively. Her friends had dared her to get her nips pierced on a night out a couple weeks ago, and juvenile as it was, MJ Macias is not someone who turns down a dare. It hurt way fucking more than she thought it would, but the adrenaline rush of doing something so impulsive and the way she was pleasantly surprised with the outcome made it completely worth it.

So did Grayson’s reaction when she showed him that night when she got home. She had only thought momentarily of what he might think of her impromptu body modification after the fact of getting them done, but Grayson has never been one to tell her what he wants her to do or not do to her body unless she specifically asked for his opinion.

But she was thrilled when he practically lost his shit when she had walked in the kitchen, barely gave him time to greet her before making sure Ethan wasn’t around, and said, “Babe, look.”

They had been way too sensitive for her to put her bra back on, so with her top lifted above her chest, Grayson had a perfect eyeful of her tits — which he’s already obsessed with — now with the addition of a small little silver barbell through each perky nipple.

It took him a full thirty seconds to process what he was seeing, to the point where she started to worry a little that he maybe wasn’t a fan after all. MJ was proven wrong very quickly when he he had sprung from where he was leaning on the counter, spluttering an incoherent mix of something like ‘what the fuck’ and ‘holy shit’ and ‘what, when, why’ and, finally ‘MJ that’s so fucking hot.”

He had struggled to follow the piercer’s guidelines and leave them untouched by his hands or his mouth for the few days after, but as soon as the chance of infection was significantly less and her pain had all but gone away, he was all over them. Begging her to keep them when she admitted she didn’t know how long she wanted to leave them in.

On the couch, MJ sighed and cupped her hands over his, over her shirt, and helped him give her breasts a firm but gentle squeeze as she leaned down to kiss him. “Fine. We’ll call it even, then.”

#dolan twins #grayson dolan #blurb #g blurb #concept #g concept #grayson mj #grayson dolan oc

[felassan]

None of this is particularly new but w/e, it’s sleepy midnight wonderings o’clock, having been thinking about the new WIPs in relation to TN and the DWR teaser (Cut for length). The images are messy caps and a random assortment of sizes and so best viewed individually because the thumbnail doesn’t always focus on the bit/all of the bit that I was trying to point to.

In the EA Play WIPs, the tree in the first shot recalls the tree depicted in the 2018 DWR teaser trailer - both are elfy, dark-barked and have spreading branches devoid of leaves. I feel that this was an intentional callback and contains potent symbolism.

Back to some old hat mural burbling for a sec: The mural is interesting, as depending on how you look at it, the tree is ruined by flames ("burning in the raw chaos" indeed) and is on fire, and the Solas-y figure has passed by it on his way to do his thing (unfortunate unavoidable damage/casualties). Alternately, it’s standing untouched among the flames despite the fire, the rest of the land is burning in the chaos and the Solas-y figure is protecting the tree (placed himself between it and the rest) which is likely representative of the elven People by doing what he’s doing wiith the Veil and standing there w/ that ‘Gandalf you shall not pass’ shtick. What’s interesting is that in this series it’s probably both or a combination of both interpretations which is the truth.

In Tevinter Nights, we of course learn that Solas is in the process of, or intends to soon begin the process of, carrying out a ritual of some kind which will bring down the Veil. With this in mind, looking back at Nick Thornborrow’s mural, the circles don’t just represent the Thedosian ‘layers of creation’ and things associated with these (the barrier of the Veil, the separation of the different worlds, black-and-gold banding [Black City/Golden City], the 7 hemispheres [7 old gods? 7 remaining Evanuris?] and so on). I think they also represent a ritual, or ritual-in-progress; they remind me of the concentric rings and similar sigils often found in old alchemical symbols (alchemy being a practise where people tried to change the nature of materials), and the concentric rings in our world which are sometimes found at places which are often held in popular culture to have been sacred ritual or ceremonial sites (2) in ancient times.

Regarding the mural, there are interpretations that the figure on the left is warding off the encroaching Dread Wolf, or rather, protecting creation - the world - from what the DW is doing. There are also interpretations that the figure is not Solas, and others. These are valid ideas, and the beauty of DA material is in the fact that it sets folk to guessing and generating several different takes on what we’re presented with. For me, given that the figure was confirmed to be bald by the artist and that it appears to have the distinctive pelt slung on its shoulder, I read it to be Solas (I do accept tho that in-game art often depicts ancient elves in general as bald). I also read the whole thing as being both aspects of Solas (Solas the person and Solas the DW) approaching creation/the Veil from both sides in a sort of ‘pincer’ movement (this is not to say that he’s “evil omg”; his designs are intended to save the People, the world that was, and/or maybe the entire world). Lastly, it’s popularly assumed ofc that the mural depicts Solas trying to take down the Veil. 

This particular reading of the mural is old ground and an 0.2 I’ve posted before. I mention it because it brings me to the ritual. Post-TN I wondered about the specifics involved in his ritual, agreeing with the Mortalitasi’s summation that it will involve a lot of lyrium. Here I was struck by the spread and presence of red lyrium in the WIPs. In the mural, you have the figure with red eyes and en-haloed by a sphere of red. You also have the DW, red-eyed and with crackles of red emanating from it. The red lyrium idol is obviously present right in the middle. It’s the very center of everything, and from TN clearly the major key to Solas’ plans. In the teaser, red lyrium crackles all over the idol, but the bit that always gets me most is the part where the camera pans over the spread of red lyrium crackles up the spine of one of the figures depicted in the idol. That figure is bald, and the one being comforted by the other which has the Mythal-esque crown. If the descriptions of the idol and Solas’ supposed-reaction to it in TN are anything to go by, the idol ofc looks to be depicting Mythal, crowned, with Solas.

This is going to sound stupid, but the spine is a key structure in the human body, that encloses and protects a major component of the CNS (which controls a heck of a lot of what we do). This isn’t the first time people have worried about whether Solas is or will be affected by red lyrium. The whole thing interests me because of the nature of red lyrium (ex. veins) as revealed by Bianca; that it’s alive, since Blight only infects living things. Its spread across Thedas is kinda (fantastically) quasi-biological in nature, like cancer in an organism or mold through old food.**

Back to the ritual (all sense of structure in this post is non-existent lol), maybe the Mortalitasi’s assumption needs to be revised or made more specific. Given all the red.. mayhaps Solas’ ritual doesn’t just require lots of lyrium in addition to the use of the idol, it specifically requires lots of red lyrium..? This might make sense in light of all the red in the mural, and considering the fact that red lyrium is more potent and therefore more powerful than the normal form of the substance. Red lyrium like normal lyrium is also noted to be able to thin the Veil. It stands to reason that lots of it might be able to bring the whole thing down. Taking this back to the mural, the red crackles emanating from the DW look to be what is causing the cracks through the circles - which are representative, remember, of a ritual-in-progress as well as the Veil itself - into the inner sanctum. Is red lyrium is what’s breaking the Veil, what’s fuelling and catalyzing the ritual to bring it down? Solas! What are you doing (obviously yh he has his reasons for doing it, to save his people/restore what used to be, and potentially more). What grabs me here is that red lyrium is a double-edged sword. An idol made of red lyrium is key to his plans to bring down the Veil, but the rampant unstoppable spread of red lyrium across modern Thedas also simultaneously appears (and is widely noted by fandom to be) to be one of the serious problems facing the modern world that Solas is implied to be trying to save it from. (desperate times, desperate measures indeed)

** the spread of red lyrium and its effects on people and the land is a whole topic in and of itself

Alt take (equally plausible): the red lyrium crackles in the mural = just the destructive spread of red lyrium across the world of Thedas in general (which is a big threat to everything, including ‘creation’ itself. Solas is concerned with protecting the “sea of dreams”, for instance) and the red coloring in the figure and the DW is the effects on Solas of his using of the idol to stop this (by taking down the Veil and ‘resetting’ reality).

Alt takes on the mural (also equally plausible): It’s Solas vs the DW in that he’s conflicted and at war with himself over what he’s doing; it’s Solas vs the DW in that he’s protecting the world or the People from it or from a threat; it’s not Solas and represents someone else such as the Ink or next PC facing off against the DW; the idol represents the Black City in the center of the Fade; the idol represents the ‘center’ of the red lyrium that’s spreading across Thedas threatening everything / the Origin of the Blight itself [I don’t mean a literal center of it so much as it’s a core problem, although.. maybe that’s the beating mass of red lyrium in the WIPs?] and the mural depicts Solas protecting the world and/or the People from the threat of it; the idol doesn’t represent the physical item but rather the circumstances depicted by the idol (the couple, or the god mourning her sacrifice, or the crowned figure comforting the other - so it’s about the individuals these are, and the event commemorated by it, thus centering them in the plot of the upcoming game and showing that this interaction that transpired between them was a key moment in everything that happened before).

#dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #dragon age #bioware #tevinter nights #solas #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights spoiler #spoilers #spoiler #video games #no this isnt groundbreaking but leave me to indulge in what I enjoy doing on this my DA blog #mj meta #ramblin sry

[teampandawang]

SEVENTEEN Reaction: confessing to you

HIP HOP TEAM | VOCAL TEAM | PERFORMANCE TEAM 

By: Aria

Genre: Fluff

WOOZI

You couldn’t believe how lucky you were having the job of your dreams, chasing everything one day you asked for. And your determined outlook kept you focused on those goals making you obtain them. You were working at Pledis as a singer for a year now and your life became better, even more with the blooming relationship you had wit one of your co-workers.

Jihoon was your producer and working with him was, certainly, your favorite part of being there. You knew him before you entered the company because you stanned his group and found him really cute. But when you started working with him you figured out why the members teased him about his temper.

Yes, he seemed to be a bogeyman at the beginning. You never saw his smile when you got started. But when the time passed by he started treating you better, even being funny about your gestures while singing. He loved teasing you about what you do while recording a new song. He also attended your MV’s recordings to ‘support you’.

And you were not regretting having a friend like him.

But some days you noticed his look on you changed. It got warmer like he felt something undiscovered when he saw you. You caught his glance a couple times and he just responded at you with a shy smile trying to hide his face turning his back to you and scratching his neck.

“Jihoon, what are you thinking about?” You asked someday starting your new album when you caught his mind out of the room. He was acting really thoughtful, like he turned when he was thinking about writing a new song.

“Nothing. I’m just…” He hesitated leaving a sigh. “I’m just distracted.”

“So, something might be surrounding your mind.” You asked curiously.

“It’s not something…” He looked at you trying to prompt you to guess. “It’s...someone.” He pondered.

“OMG! I CAN´T BELIEVE IT” You shouted excitedly about the new in his life. “Lee Jihoon is in love. That’s neeeew!”

“Y/N, calm down.” He smacked his forehead. “I think it could be better if I didn’t tell you. Anyways, I have to go. See you tomorrow at…”

“4 p.m.” You answered quickly as he walked out of the studio, leaving you confused about his sudden leave.

Next day you were kinda bored so you decided to go to the studio earlier knowing that Jihoon would be there, ‘cause that was his cave, practically. You walked quickly as soon as you get to the building. And when you were about to step on Jihoon’s studio you stopped at the sound of his harmonious voice singing a song, a love song, that you never heard before.

When you got in you saw him practicing something, basically whispering while talking to himself. You caught up something he was saying and you realized he was practicing his confession to the unknown significant other he was hiding.

“Y/N, You’re the one. It may sound weird ‘cause I’m not that kind of romantic guy, but I felt for you.” He said while turning to face you and getting shocked at your presence. “W- What? You were supposed to be here at 4.” He said embarrassed.

“But, I’m here…” You said dying of cuteness at his confession. “And I think that you’re not the only one who has those feelings.” You let out timidly sliding the tip of your foot on the floor.

JEONGHAN

Your day was running as usual. Your boss yelling at you during your shift, your co-worker being the asshole he always behaves like and your clients being incredibly impatient. It was driving you crazy, getting you out of your mind. Tired you decided to take some air, walking to the backyard and ‘throwing the trash’.

As soon as you stepped outside of the cafe your phone rang. You instantly withdrew it off your apron pocket. You looked for the contact ID and felt how your heart jumped against your chest. You tried to catch your threatened breath before talking to him, your sunshine. The only one that was able to fix your mood.

“Jeonghanie, how are you?” You said hiding your displeasure.

“I'm fine. Are you good, Y/N? ” He said identifying the suspicious tone of your voice. “I feel you strange.” He trembled due to your attitude.

He knew you pretty good, enough to find out you weren't feeling good. It was impressive for you how someone could go through you and discover all the enigmas your inner being could keep.

“It's just my work. Things are getting worse day by day and you know… I feel kinda tired.” You explained while walking towards the trash containers and resting your back on it.

“I got an idea.” Jeonghan muttered. “You can quit. It's the only thing that will relieve you.” He added enthusiastically as nothing will happen.

“But, Hanie. I have lots of bills to pay.” You passed your fingers across your hair desperate. “I can’t find another job to save enough money for paying my apartment.”

“You’re so stubborn, babe.” He emphasized on the last word giving you shivers. “I would help you with that. We'll search together and if it's necessary you can move to my dorm ‘til we figure out something.”

First of all, your best friend whom you had a crush on was calling you ‘babe’ for the first time. And second, he was basically asking you to move with him. God dam! The slowest run for it, but the fastest…

“I'm picking you right now there. And I hope that when I see you your apron will be taken off.” He said making you came back to reality and hanging out.

You ran to the cafe and looked for your boss who mysteriously wasn't yelling at everyone that passed by his glance. You bursted into his office encouraged but were stopped at the sight of your friend talking politely to him.

“Oh, Y/N.” Jeonghan greeted cordially without leaving his sit. “I was talking with Mr. Wen, teaching him how a knight has to treat people.” He stood up and pecked your cheek painting it red of embarrassment.

“Mr. Wen I wanted to talk to you.” You opened your mouth to keep when you got shocked at the feeling of Jeonghan’s hand tangling his fingers with yours.

“I already told him everything. My girlfriend can't be used like that.” He smirked looking at your eyes and training you outside the office, outside the cafe, to the street where his car was parked.

“Your girlfriend?” You said surprised and excited.

“Yes… Uhm.” He whispered scratching his nape. “I wanted to ask you in a fancier way, but the situation needed some pressure.” He recovered his composure and continued. “Y/N, I'm crazy about you and I don't want any bad in your life. I want to share my all with you. Let us be.”

“We have being us for a while, but today I'm pretty sure I became your girl, Jeonghanie.” You answered hugging his waist. “Thank you for everything.” You added while he kissed your forehead.

JOSHUA

You didn't see the hour to come back home after the hardest day you have faced at college. You had millions of tasks that didn’t seem to end, but you needed some rest urgently. Your classmates told you that they could stay longer working on their part and will help you with yours so you could take some time for chill at your place.

You arrived late at night to your dorm. Your roommate was at his boyfriend’s house so all the lights were turned off and the door was locked down. You were so worried that the fact of having to look for the keys to get in stressed you out. But that was the only way.

You slipped in and walked towards your bedroom with your zombie mood on, without even turning the lights on. You knew your space very well and you didn't need them, apparently, until you shocked something.

You were kinda confused, trying to mind what was it and why the hell was hindering your way to your precious, and urgently, needed bed.

Grunting you walked toward the switch. You freezed at the sight of the biggest gift box you have ever seen. It was beautiful. It has heart-shaped balloons tied at the top. It left you highly confused.

You wanted to call your roommate to ask if it was hers, but something told you to look for its postcard. And you find it hanging off a red thread. You opened it delicately and your eyes shut open when you read it.

Your heart wanted to explode. Was it real? You were rushing trying to unbox it. You were shaking, your hands didn’t answer. It was unbelievable.

You were dating Joshua just for a month, and you couldn't deny that the thing between you two was growing quickly and strong. But it stills a surprise, a mystery, about why he was doing this move so quickly.

The box contained a beautiful roses’ bouquet, a little chocolate box (your faves), and a sign where a big ‘Do you want to be my girlfriend?’ can be read perfectly in a golden ink. It made you tremble leaving your eyes watery.

“What can I say, Y/N?” Joshua stepped out of your bedroom meeting you at your shocked expression. “You got me and I'm not letting you go. I don't want to waste time.” He said holding your waist.

“Josh, I'm…I'm just…” You hesitated before he cupped your chin with his hands making you look at his eyes. “I'm so into you. And I don't want to wait neither.”

He smiled seconds before collapsing his lips over you leaving a sweet taste over them.

“Then, we don’t have to, babygirl.” He said intertwining your hands. “I have something prepared for us tonight, but… you look so tired.”

“I am.” You bended your head embarrassed for ruining his plans for you two.

He suddenly carried you and laid you on the couch. “Don’t worry. We can have our date indoors.” He coed kissing your sleepy eyelids.

DK Flashes lighting, haute couture clothes and lots of image consultants. It was the summary of your daily routine since you became a top model. You always kept busy with photo shoots and interviews, but nothing really fun or interesting at all, just like the superficial things about being in the fashion industry.

You arrived at the studio early, without makeup and wearing baggy clothes that looked like pajamas, looked trashy and tired. You didn’t want to do that photo shoot, it was becoming for you boring, without having enough time to interact with more people unless they were your managers.

And you thought today wasn't going to be the exception but resigned you stayed focused because it was the job you choose on your own.

“Y/N, come here, please.” Your manager spotted your lazy mood and started grinning in disappointment. Your knowledge about his behavior told you that he was getting angry about your attitude, making you notice the ass you were acting like.

“Sorry, Soonhyuck-nim.” You bowed apologizing.

“Don't worry, Y/N.” He forced a smile while turning his head to the two men standing in front of you. He extended a hand presenting you to them.

“Y/N, they're Seokmin and his manager, Huedong-nim.” You bowed at them noticing how the good-looking boy smiled with a pretty warm grin. His look reminded you about someone you have seen before but your memories weren’t answering you the throbbing question.

“You and DK are going to collaborate for the magazine’s cover.” Your manager added talking about the guy. And you absolutely recalled his face. He was an idol for a group you used just to listen to. 

You started working hard. And you didn’t have a single second without the feeling of DK’s gaze over you. He was lost on you. You didn’t know how much he admired you. Your beauty was something that always had caught his attention since you became a famous fashion icon in Korea. He practically had a crush on you, and he was not letting this opportunity to pass.

Having you by his side, even if it was working, was driving him crazy. Millions of thoughts traveled his mind nonstop. The jitter feeling rushing around his body tried to control his decisions, but he was blown by a confidence vibe and decided to make a step.

“Y/N, you don’t know how glad I am working with a model like you.” He approached you at the vanity while your stylist was retouching your makeup. His sudden chat took you in surprise, but his words made you blush and smile.

“That’s a pleasure for me to work with a talented boy as you, Dokyeom-nim.” You stood up bowing slightly showing him all your respect and admiration. You faced him and noticed his beautiful smile, and it was because of you. Your eyes lightened up at the sight of his attitude about you. He was really handsome, and a gentleman, without doubts.

“I was wondering…” He started shyly lowering his gaze while scratching the back of his neck. “I was wondering if exists the possibility of taking you into a date.”

 He suddenly looked confident smiling.“Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise. “I will be glad if you do.” The warm painted red your cheeks at the thought of him being interested in you.

 He was such a gentleman and you appreciate it.“Really?” He brightened. “I can believe it.” He said laughing and calling his manager desperately.

SEUNGKWAN

“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re slaying with that dress?” Seungkwan rolled his eyes. He had spent the whole evening accompanying you while shopping. His role carrying your bags wasn’t hard for him since he loved this plan with you, he said it fed his fashion sense, and you weren’t refusing to be helped.

“I don’t know…” You said taking a look again at the full wall mirror next to you. “I think that we might go to the next store. I heard that the new collection has arrived and that’s amazing.”

He hummed at your wish and waited patiently while you put on your clothes. You stepped outside of the dressing room handing the seller a couple of blouses you wanted to purchase. You went to the line and when you faced the cashier suddenly Seungkwan stood by your side and give her his credit card. Your mouth opened in awe.

“Don’t look me like that, Y/N.” He spoke without even looking at you.

“But, why you did it?” You asked. “I can pay for it. Don’t worry.”

“No, no. I just wanted to spoil my girl.” He said receiving the bags and hanging them on his arms without changing his detached expression.

You walked in silence to the store you wanted to go trying to understand why he started acting like that at the drop of a hat. He always had been so cheesy with you and today he started behaving different, distant like he didn’t want to be there.

You ignored his attitude and started looking excited about the pretty long shiny dresses. They were so cute that you didn’t know which one to choose. You took around four of them and walked to the dresser quickly. You proof every one of them and stood up to let Seungkwan told you his opinion about them always mocking a runway and acting like a model to make him laugh, and he started changing his mood.

It lasted just one dress. It has dark blue sequins, back cleavage, and side-opened skirt. It was your favorite. You walked outside the room with a big smile on our face being amazed at the way the dress made you look.

You looked for Seungkwan who was scrolling on his phone and started walking towards him hoping you caught his attention. When you were literally in front of him the shining of the sequin raised his eyes over your shape. His jaw hit the floor. His eyes shut opened. You looked gorgeous and he didn’t want to keep hiding it.

“Definitely, I’m in love with a goddess.” He threw his hand over his forehead mocking a faint. His reaction was cute and made you nervous at his sudden confession that you decided just to hug him and kiss his cheek while hiding your embarrassed face.

#seventeen #seventeen kpop #svt #svt kpop #carat #svt carat #seventeen carat #seventeen reaction #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenario #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfics #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #joshua #joshua hong #jhong jisoo #woozi #lee jihoon #dk #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #svt reaction

[rosalind-of-arden]

Stormcrow Reread

I’m rereading Stormcrow for my challenge day playing with POV fic, so I might as well post some notes. Looking for interesting Wolfe/Santi details and playing with how to make oddities fit with canon. Long post.

I just love Wolfe’s voice. That is all.

Wolfe says he became “a full Scholar” at 15. I am taking this as the age he graduated. The deleted Ink and Bone scene that Caine also has posted on Wattpad has Wolfe starting as a Postulant at 13. I’m inclined just to say that story isn’t canon, but if you want to make it all fit, you could say he graduated at 14, did something else for a year (apprenticeship? internship? that mission he and the Artifex talk about in Smoke and Iron?), then started as a Scholar at 15. Alternative option: that deleted scene happened very close to his 14th birthday, Postulant program lasted a full year, he graduated close enough to his 15th birthday that he was 15 when he started as a Scholar (after summer break? if they have summer break?). If we really, really want to make too much of all this, we can argue that this gives us a semi-canon summer birthday for Wolfe.

By 18, he’s published 10 “highly valued technical works.” I see “publish or perish” is in full force in Alexandria. I would really, really like to know more about his publications. My guess is that these are 10 relatively short papers, or possibly papers he collaborated with more senior Scholars on, and he’s exaggerating his own importance a bit.

Wolfe says he has an entire High Garda company. Does he? In Paper and Fire, Jess seems to think taking a whole company anywhere is rare. The Artifex is important enough to get a whole company to guard him, but the pack only got a half century for Oxford. Possibilities: A, Jess is wrong; taking a whole company isn’t that unusual, and taking as few troops as they did to Oxford was clear evidence that the Artifex was trying to kill them all. B, Wolfe is wrong; he doesn’t actually have a whole company, just a couple squads, but he doesn’t know enough about the High Garda to realize that. C, Wolfe is lying; this is the Scholar equivalent of a big fish story and he’s saying he got to take a whole company to make himself look good. D, There is, in fact, a full company there, and Wolfe is a dumbass for not realizing that being sent with a full company means Moscow is ridiculously dangerous. E. There is a full company, but they’re not just there for Wolfe; most of them are going to be fighting Burners while Wolfe deals with the Serapeum. I favor some combination of C, D, and E.

The High Garda get winter uniform coats. “Sand-colored,” not the usual black. Wolfe had a robe the same color during the training exercise in Paper and Fire, so I’m guessing this is the Library equivalent of desert camouflage, probably worn in Russia because it would stand out less than the usual black against snow. Another sign that the troops are expecting a fight, which Wolfe misses.

Captains’ collars have Horus eyes. I don’t remember this detail from the books. Also, Library sign on both shoulders.

There is no description of what Wolfe is wearing, beyond the usual Scholar’s robe, boots, and a scarf. That is not warm enough for weather cold enough to freeze lungs. I am headcanoning him a very luxurious black fur-lined cloak to go over that robe while he’s outside, and I refuse to be convinced otherwise.

Wolfe and Santi flirt through hurt/comfort scenes; is it any wonder why I like these two so much?

Wolfe doesn’t recognize Santi here. Santi said in Ink and Bone they met as students. I’ve been over this one already.

Such mixed emotions here for Santi. He’s watching the arrogant but sexy Scholar make a fool of himself, and he has got to be torn between laughing his ass off and hugging the pretty and hurt man. It is a testament to his self control that he manages to be all calm and comforting.

“A tidal pull, a compass pointing north. As if I was seeing a familiar shore after a long, long journey.” Wolfe gets so adorably poetic when he’s falling head over heels in love. But also, this “familiar shore” line, and then Santi’s “I know” both times Wolfe introduces himself totally supports my theory that Santi remembers Wolfe from school even though Wolfe doesn’t quite consciously remember him.

So Santi is a lieutenant here. One rank below captain, which seems to be second only to High Commander. (One day I will try to sort out High Garda ranks. Not today.) He’s around 19, and has been in the High Garda for about 3 years. That’s a rather stunning rise through the ranks. I’m kind of leaning toward headcanoning that he’s actually 2nd lieutenant, not 1st (maybe even lower rank - Wolfe is not a reliable narrator), and he gets put in charge of Wolfe in the Serapeum because all higher-ranking officers are busy with the Burners outside.

The difference here in Wolfe’s reaction to unsolicited touch from Santi and from this other soldier, omg.

Santi wiping blood off Wolfe’s face. Yes, good, very nice image there.

I would say that only for Wolfe and Santi is calling someone an “arrogant ass” a good way to flirt, but if I remember right, Khalila calls Dario the same thing.

I wish I had a better idea of the relationship between Santi and Captain Nghiem. He’s affected by her death, but not devastated, so it doesn’t seem like they were close. I feel like they might not have gotten along well, but I really don’t see any support for that in the text. Or maybe Santi was only recently transferred into this company and didn’t know her well.

Santi: “From now on, you will not argue one single order I give you. Is that agreed?” Wolfe *glad no one can see his boner under robes and winter gear* “Yes.” You can practically hear the unsaid “sir” there. And then he doesn’t like Santi calling him “sir”. This is where I get Wolfe’s submissive side from. Right here.

Wolfe refers to Santi as “captain” here. Editing error? Unreliable narrator? Santi got a field promotion? Wolfe is telling this story after Santi has made captain and just keeps slipping into using his current rank?

Wolfe estimates that Santi is 18 or 19. I’m going with 19, which would have him graduating at the more normal age of 16. I’d be willing to push his age as high as 20 or 21, especially if we’re trying to make that deleted scene fit with canon as well and having Wolfe starting as a postulant at 13/14. A 2-3-year age gap doesn’t seem unreasonable when Wolfe graduated so young.

Only one member of an entire Serapeum staff in a major city trained in Alexandria. That, I think, says something about how exclusive the program all our characters graduated from is. I really want to know what other paths into Library careers are available. Local training programs for Serapeum staff? Some kind of mass recruiting for High Garda cannon fodder?

The Serapeum here seems to be a former palace. We have other Serapeums in the series that used to be cathedrals. The Library is obviously in the habit of acquiring pretty buildings.

But even though he was just all submissive with Santi outside, here’s Wolfe saying he put Santi to work like it’s a perfectly natural thing to order him around. Yup, definitely switches, these two.

The Librarian here has a silver collar. Interesting.

Oh, Wolfe, you think these people are just getting prison sentences. You have no fucking clue yet what the Library does with people who break is rules.

Also, secular court. As opposed to Library court? Or some other kind of court that’s a thing in Russia? Hmm.

Even allowing for Wolfe’s exaggerations, visiting Scholars get spoiled rotten.

The more emotional Wolfe gets, the heavier he gets on the figurative language.

Santi was totally hoping to get into Wolfe’s pants when he went into his room. I get the feeling he wasn’t expecting Wolfe to be as inexperienced as Wolfe obviously is. He doesn’t seem to think anything of serving him vodka on an empty stomach, and apologizes when it hits Wolfe harder than expected. He’s sympathetic toward Wolfe’s shock at the events that just happened, even as he keeps trying to redirect the conversation toward flirting. Then he expresses his interest in Wolfe and leaves, putting the ball in Wolfe’s court. If Wolfe had asked him to stay, he would have, but he’s not going to push Wolfe to move faster than he’s comfortable with, and he’s going to get out of there before they both get too drunk.

Wolfe, meanwhile, is all adorably clueless. He doesn’t even know how to respond when Santi offers him a drink. He needs a shot of liquid courage to ask Santi out, and is an idiot about asking him out. He’s constantly second guessing himself. He cannot imagine that Santi would want to stay if he asked, not that he even has a clue how to ask. He needs a fucking glass of emotional support vodka after a rather tame round of flirting.

Just compare language. Santi is all playful and charming: “I think you’ll bring a great deal of storms with you from now on. You have that look.” “I’d rather you be awake to admire how well I do my job.” Wolfe is painfully awkward: “If I should ask for you to be assigned to me from now on, Lieutenant... would that be acceptable to you?”

Little details that show Wolfe is used to hot climates: thinking of “warm, silken sheets” when imagining sex (not thick piles of blankets), too afraid of the cold to take a bath.

Wolfe: He’s not here. He didn’t text me. He must be avoiding me!!! Oh, wait, right, he has a job. But wait, that doesn’t fully explain things. IS HE OK?!?! (in his defense, he’s actually right to worry)

Library staff has quarters in the Serapeum.

The troops being quartered away from Wolfe is another clue that protecting him isn’t the only reason they’re there. That, or the Artifex and/or Archivist is already trying to kill Wolfe and has arranged for him to be isolated. (This would have to be after the mission Wolfe mentions in Smoke and Iron, which seems to be where things went sour between him and the Artifex.)

Santi has a “battered Library-issue Codex”. Possible clue to social class? His family didn’t give him a fancier one like Jess’s or Dario’s parents gave them, or like Keria’s Scholar friend (and how did that happen since Obscurists are stuck in the tower - not a particularly close friend, presumably, or just a non-canon detail there) gave Wolfe in the deleted scene. Maybe they couldn’t afford it. Or clue to personality? He’s a soldier and doesn’t want a fancy book.

“I aggressively didn’t care.” I just love this line. This is Wolfe’s attitude toward so many things, neatly summed up.

“It’s a dramatic garment, best used for effect.” This is also just so Wolfe. He has a talent for drama, and knows how to use that Scholar’s robe to its fullest potential.

Wolfe “didn’t even know why” he couldn’t leave Santi behind. You fucking dumbass, you have a giant fucking crush on him.

Wolfe understandably wants nothing to do with his mom, but he will interact with her for Santi. He will not, however, be nice about it. He thinks this means he will owe his mother a debt. I have to wonder what kind of favor she would ask from him in return.

“She no doubt treasured the pen far more than she had me.” Just stab me in the heart why don’t you? Fuck you, Keria.

So Santi’s Codex has been there two hours. What was he doing between leaving Wolfe’s room and going to bed?

The Library is keeping flammable books in a room made of amber. So here’s a clue that the Library doesn’t care about the books as much as they say they do.

“Russian was not my strongest language.” But he still knows it well enough to come up with the code under pressure. Some evidence that Wolfe is good with languages.

Are bloodstained books still readable? Hmm.

Nothing makes Wolfe angry like injured Santi.

There is nothing better than Wolfe scolding injured Santi while taking care of him.

I also love the completely unconcerned response Wolfe has to learning he and Santi have different religions. It’s both indicative of this world’s greater levels of religious tolerance than the real world, and a very polytheist response to this sort of thing. You have a different god than me? So what, there’s tons of them! Just one more name to add to the list when swearing.

Wolfe instinctively tries to touch Santi. Latent Obscurist talent driving him to subconsciously attempt healing? Or just the need to comfort the pretty and injured man?

Ugh. Timeline. Wolfe went looking for Santi at dawn, and things seemed to have happened fairly quickly. 16 hours later should not be daylight. Let’s chalk this up to Wolfe being unreliable and not paying attention to times.

So we have blood transfusions and IV nutrition here, to add to the list of available medical technology.

Wolfe, you absolutely suck at self care. Also, you have fallen so fucking hard for Santi, omg. Sitting at his bedside and watching him breathe.

Wolfe really does not like being called sir. Is my kinky brain reading waaaay too much into this? Yes.

Santi kept Wolfe’s location a secret. Just how many fancy guest rooms does this Serapeum have? Eh, former palace, probably a lot.

Wolfe still sucks at expressing feelings. “I think you’ll save me in the long run.” Oh for fuck’s sake, just tell him you are madly in love and already imagining spending the rest of your life with him.

“fragile and sharp and painful and beautiful” This is what emotions are for Wolfe.

And Santi is so fucking sweet. He knows exactly what Wolfe is saying, and he lets him say it in his own terms.

#the great library #stormcrow reread #really long post

[funsize-lucifer-hongjoong]

We Are Stars For Each Other Ch.3 - Hearts Awakened

Genre: fluff, eventual smut, and some angst. NSFW

Female reader X Hongjoong 

Word count: 3,558

So Here’s Chapter 3, released because our boys got their first win and let’s spread some ATEEZ love, Yeah? 

The evening seems to end so fast. It's as though it didn't happen at all. You're home now, a few hours have passed since you left the venue, heartbroken and crushed.

"It's all a game to them." you sigh as you sit down, "They were born to do this to women, or maybe they just like to." Laying back you stare up at the ceiling in distaste.

You lay there, trying to figure out what went wrong. You did everything you could think of. Wooyoung didn't want anything to do with you, and if he did, he was sending mixed signals. Rolling to the side to face the wall, you notice a few tears leaking from your eyes. Had it really hurt you that bad? Maybe it's just because this is your first crush since the breakup. Yeah, that had to be the answer.

"No more fan events for me." steeling yourself and wiping the tears from your cheeks, "And no more K-pop."

Maybe that would be a vain threat to yourself. You had to work all week and there was just too much going on to put any more energy into it.

"I'm an adult, in my 30's. I can't just catch feelings for some random guy, crushes are for teenagers." Rolling over, you decide, it's just for the best.

You fall asleep, not seeing beautiful cat-like eyes, but expressive grey ones, and a beaming smile.

Waking up proved to be harder than you expected when Monday came to pass. It seemed so boring now. It was the same gross Monday morning, with the same ugly outfit, in the same beige building.

Going to work was becoming a chore. You wanted to sit at home and mope, feeling sorry for yourself. The foul mood you were sporting from a bruised ego and busted confidence shined here. It was almost as if, the longer you were in this building, the worse you felt.

Walking home was no different. There were posters on cafe doors of Ateez.

"Fuck my life." You mumble as you walk through the door, "Will these guys never go away? It's like they're haunting me."

You just need to get something to eat, and then you can go back home. Pajamas and junk food were the only things left on your to-do list.

The woman at the counter takes the order, and you sit in a corner booth. Looking out the window wishing for the mess you've made to clean itself up.

A buzzing startles you from a lovely daydream about warm summer weather. Your food is finished and you walk quickly to grab it, and back out the door past that poster again.

"I just want to go home." tears slip from your eyes. You were starting to think that it did hurt more than you originally thought.

It didn't stop you from grabbing the paper off the door, with every intention of throwing it in the nearest garbage can. Once you're in front of one, you can't bring yourself to chuck it in.

"I've got to be the worst at life. I'm just hurting myself." Stuffing the paper in your bag, you walk toward home.

Pajamas and Junk food achieved and Min Seo out of the country for a shoot, you're home alone. Just your whirling thoughts to keep you company.

"Alright Y/N, just pull that poster out and read it. Then throw it straight into the trash." You grab the paper out, reading it aloud, "Ateez Fan sign, at KBS Studios, Friday"

"It must be for an Afterschool pop chart show or something. Why else would KBS be involved?" you question softly

"I understand the whole promotion for the new album, but why are there so many different fan events?" You sit down on the floor, advertisement still in hand.

"Wooyoung looks so gorgeous here. He's so gorgeous all the time." Closing your eyes to the pain ripping through your chest.

"Maybe if I go see him, and just be myself, it'll all work out. Just one more time." A tear hits the paper, staining it and making the ink run. "I could sneak my phone number to him in a gift. Then I'll see what his intentions are."

You tilt your head back, laying the paper down to wipe both hands over your cheeks. Staining them with your pain.

"This is my last chance. I have to make it count." You stand, sticking the poster up to the fridge with a magnet. "Min Seo won't be home for another week, so I'll have to go at it alone. I got this."

With a reserve of confidence you didn't know you had. You snatched up your phone and bought the ticket, walking back to the bedroom.

"I have to do this for my own sanity. If not, I may just go crazy. You've got this Y/N!" Nodding at yourself in the mirror.

"I'm just gonna go to work the rest of the week and before I know it, it'll be Friday." You flop onto your bed.

The rest of the week goes by agonizingly slow. Anxiety bares it's teeth every time you think of how close you're getting.

When you get off of work Thursday you remember something very important, "Oh shit, the gift! I have to get something I can hide my number in. Shhhiiiittt." smacking your palm to your forehead.

"I'm so damn forgetful. Why is it always me?!" you say to the sky, where you hope someone is listening to give some kind of answer to your stupidity.

This plan won't work without the proper pieces, and you didn't remember the main one. Now instead of going home to relax, you have a pain in the ass trip to Hongdae to try to find the perfect gift for Wooyoung.

Hongdae is always busy in the evening. You liked it here when you first moved, but now you see it for what it is. A nightclub infested haven for young people, and the inability to avoid stepping in vomit on the sidewalks.

"So. Fucking. Gross." As you step around, dodging the drunk and the sick.

A small shop in a back alley catches your eye, tiny keychains hang from racks in the window. You walk through the glass door, greeting the older woman behind the counter with a smile.

You see it out of the corner of your eye as you walk the back row. A keychain coin purse shaped like a skull and crossbones, it even had a tiny zipper on the back.

"Perfect." You snatch it up and nearly run up to the woman at the counter. You were so excited you could hardly pull out your card to pay.

You found the perfect gift. What happens tomorrow is decided by fate, and maybe you could pick up a nice dress on your way back to the bus stop.

4 hours in Hongdae and a crammed bus ride later, you're finally home. Kicking off your shoes in the entryway you jog into your room, dumping out a bag onto the bed.

"Here's Wooyoung's present," you smirk, "And here's my new dress." You pick it up and hold it to yourself. The dress was beautiful on the mannequin in the shop window. The length hit just above your knee, in a grey toned fabric with the collar in white.

You hang it from the closet door and grab your phone to text Min Seo. Your fingers flying across the letters, excitement coursing through you.

**Min Seo, I'm going to the Ateez thing tomorrow at KBS.

You weren't expecting her reply so fast.

**Y/N! You're going without me? :(

You smiled at that, she hated to be left out of the fun.

**Yes Minie, I got a new dress for the occasion, I have a plan to get Wooyoung's attention this time.

**Oh yeah? Tell me this plan, maybe I can use it on San

Her reply comes bookended with drooling and eggplant emojis. You can't help but roll your eyes.

**Damn girl, calm down. Lol. I'm gonna put my phone number in this

You take a picture of the tiny toy and send it to her

****Image 234 sent

**OMG Y/N. Why didn't I think of something this brilliant? Ugh. Hey, while you're there, can you tell San I said hello? See if he remembers me, and make sure you tell me EVERYTHING ASAP!

**Alright Minie, I'll do it all for you. Cuz you da real MVP. Lol!

You finish it off with a few heart emojis and a rolling laughing before tossing your phone on the bed.

"Well, tomorrow is the big day. Let's not fuck it up now." Your pep talk ends in a sigh. Closing your eyes for any sleep you can seem to get.

Sleep didn't last as long as the excitement did. You found out quick that it was gonna be a long night, and an even longer day tomorrow.

A long day it was, filled with boring meetings and your mind drifting off to Wooyoung. What would you say to him without sounding like a stalker? This was looking like less of a good idea, the longer you thought about it.

The thought of walking home seemed like torture and taking the bus, worse. A cab seemed like the best option, even though you hated how high the rates were. You flagged one down and rode home in silence. Your mind racing.

Walking into the apartment, shutting the door and leaning against it. The fatigue of sleep loss and the excitement had you burned out at this point.

"Just get it over with. You'll feel better tomorrow, and you can sleep when you die." throwing your bag on the couch and throwing off clothes in every direction on your way to the bathroom.

The process of makeup and hair without Min Seo's help was daunting. It had to be done, even if it was subpar. When you finished, standing to brush the wrinkles from your dress, you thought it was passable at best.

Black heels, your hair braided loosely to one shoulder. The makeup was minimal, only what you knew how to put on. Your eyes were lined, and pink lipstick. You were hoping it was enough to entice Wooyoung, but then you remembered you were going to be yourself.

Dressing up like a high dollar whore last time was an epic fail. Dressing down the first time got no reaction at all. This time it was just you, and you couldn't help the feeling of it not being enough as you walked out the door. All you could hear over the thundering in your chest was the lock clicking behind you.

KBS studio was a bright building at the end of the block. You'd walked through here with Min Seo, but never by yourself. That thought shot fear through you.

Ticket in hand, you walked to the guard at the door. "Hm, no line." You thought, glancing around to confirm no one else was around.

The guard asked about your purse and the stuffed toy in your hand. You nearly forgot to put your number in it, but as he unzipped the top and looked inside to find it empty, you were grateful for your forgetful brain.

"You can pass." The guard nodded his head to the side, "Door 3. The line is in there."

"Thank you!" You scrambled to grab your bag, hooking the keychain on it.

The building itself was much larger than it looked from the street. You followed where the guard pointed you, hearing hushed voices from behind the door stamped with a red 3.

"He wasn't joking. This line is ridiculous." standing with crossed arms you realized why Min Seo always wanted to leave the apartment early.

The table At the front of the room had Ateez seated neatly in a row. Between you and them, a winding queue that looked like a snake of people.

This time was different, it looked more professional than the last fan event. Security stood at either end of the table and between the 8 boys. As the line moved slowly you could take your time to look. You knew mostly who was who now, although you did mix up Yunho and Seonghwa a few times.

Your eyes fell on Wooyoung immediately. He looked so adorable in his sweater with leather straps across his chest. His hair was paler now, almost blonde. His eyes a piercing steel blue.

Grabbing a pen and a small sticky note from your purse you wrote your number down. It was clearly legible. Below the number a tiny heart and Y/N. You folded it up, the line moving slowly still, before putting it in the pouch and pulling the zipper closed.

You were close enough now to hear them talking across the table to the fans stood before them. You clutched the toy skull in your hand, threatening to crush it.

The first one you stood in front of was Yeosang. His smile was adorable, if not a bit mischievous. His hands were thin with long fingers, a piano players hands. A few words were spoken between you as you moved to the next.

Mingi was the bad boy trope. He glanced up at you and bit his lip. While asking if you were excited to see him.

"Is this dude so full of himself that he thinks this actually works?!" You thought, smiling back at him before moving down the line.

When you looked down the table, you saw them. The trio of devilry and filth, sitting like a row of ducks in a pond. San, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong. All sitting beside each other at the end.

"Damn my luck." you said louder then you thought, "Of course they'd all sit together, they probably scheme up which poor girl they're gonna pick on to see if she faints."

You heard Jongho laugh as the next girl had taken your place in front of him. He must've heard you. At least they found you funny, even if they didn't find you charming.

"Well last I checked the score was San had 4, Wooyoung had 6, and Hongjoong had 3. That's been a week ago though." Jongho said as he smirked in your direction.

"Are you planning to be number 5, 7, or 4?" He continued his smile deepening around his eyes.

"I'll just be the first one for you Jongho." You fired back, batting your eyelashes at him. The apples of his smiling cheeks turning rosy.

The line was moving and now you were standing in front of San, and away from Jongho and his inflated ego. You were beside Wooyoung though, and that alone had you nervous.

San seemed to recognize you right away. "Y/N, you came to see me again. Where's Min Seo?"

You noticed he looked a bit sad, not seeing her with you. "She had a modeling contract, so she'll be gone the rest of the week. I came alone this time."

San replied softly, "Ah, tell her to come see me, I miss her lovely smile." he seemed to light up at the thought. It made your heart warm that he felt that way about Min Seo.

While talking with San, you hadn't noticed the eyes that looked over from Wooyoung's other side. Hongjoong was admiring you. "Such a beautiful girl." He thought, as his lip curled into a smirk. He knew you weren't there for him. He had told Wooyoung everything after the last fan event you went to.

Wooyoung had felt so sad for his Hyung then. It seemed to always be like that for Hongjoong. He wasn't the stereotypically pretty man. He was short, with long hair. He didn't follow beauty or fashion trends. There was no way, in his mind, that he could get you away from Wooyoung.

The line moved again, and this was it. Standing in front of Wooyoung. "Goddamnit, why is he so perfect?" you screamed in your head.

Wooyoung glanced up, "Y/N?"

He remembered you. Of all the people he had seen today alone, he knew your name. Your heart soared with new found confidence.

"Wooyoung, you remember my name?" you said, shocked.

"Of course, sweetheart. How can I forget you?" Wooyoung smiled then, but he wouldn't tell you the truth. He knew you alright, if only because Hongjoong Hyung constantly talked about you like you were the last woman on earth.

You stuttered slightly before choking out, "Uh..uhm...I got you something. I put something very special in the pocket, please don't lose it. Alright?"

You handed the toy skull to Wooyoung, your heart hammering away. When he grabbed it from you, his hand brushed yours. Your breath caught in your throat.

The warmth from his fingers and it seemed like all the noise of the event drowned out to silence. It was just the two of you now. He was looking at you with soft eyes and a smile.

"Something special for me?" He looked at the pirate skull noticing the tiny zipper and clipped it to his belt loop. "I'm sure you wrote me a lovely letter, sweetheart. I promise not to let anyone else read it."

Little did you know that Hongjoong had been listening in, barely paying attention to the crying fan in front of him. "She went out of her way for Wooyoung. I'm never going to make this work." He thought to himself, a fake smile plastered on his face.

You stepped in front of Hongjoong, after telling Wooyoung goodbye.

"Hello pink cheeks, back to see me so soon?" Hongjoong spoke softly as he grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers with his smaller ones.

"Of course Shorty, I need to see my guys every now and then." You crinkled your nose at him, absentmindedly playing with the ring he wore.

He laughed. It was a breathy sound, almost as if it were just for you.

"Did you miss me so much?" He said then, pouting.

You smirked at him, two could play this game, and with no concert, there wasn't a chance for him to lure you in with his hip-swinging ways.

"Hongjoong, are you always so flirty with your fans?" You leaned in, "For a man so small, you have a huge ego."

The words had fallen out of your mouth so quickly you couldn't stop them, and Hongjoong turned a shade of red you hadn't seen before. Wooyoung must've overheard it, by the sound of the squeaking laugh to your left.

Hongjoong leaned closer to you, just as the guard was readying you to leave. "Y/N, don't assume I have a huge anything, that's for me to know, and you to find out."

You glanced into his eyes, and it was over. Time stopped, and it was Hongjoong. His pupils were blown out, and his bottom lip between his teeth. When he let go of your hand, the world started spinning again.

"Come see me again Pink cheeks, I'll miss you." He blew you a kiss.

You nodded and walked to your right in a daze. What the hell just happened, and right in front of Wooyoung? Does Hongjoong have no fucking manners?

"He's the fucking devil." You remarked as you turned back from one more look.

Wooyoung wasn't paying attention but Hongjoong was. His eyes were trained on you. He flicked his tongue out to wet his lips and you felt goosebumps run down your arms.

Hongjoong knew you weren't just playing with him. Somewhere deep down, you meant the things you had said. He just hoped he hadn't scared you.

As the fan event wrapped up, and he had watched you walk through the door and back outside, he turned to Wooyoung.

"What was it?! What did she give you? I need to know." Hongjoong sounded desperate and it broke Wooyoung's heart.

"Here hyung, open it and tell me." Wooyoung unclipped the toy and tossed it to Hongjoong.

He opened it quickly, under the table. A small piece of paper was inside and on it a neatly written phone number with a heart. Hongjoong laid his head on the table. You gave Wooyoung your number, maybe he was wrong.

"What was it, Hyung?" Wooyoung asked, concerned for the color draining from Hongjoong's face.

Hongjoong handed Wooyoung the slip of paper, but he didn't lift his head up. When Wooyoung saw what it was, he swallowed hard.

"Hyung, you know I don't want her! I swear! I can't help it!" Wooyoung said quickly, pulling at Hongjoong's sleeve in an attempt to look pitiful and get mercy.

Hongjoong lifted his head and laid his hand on Wooyoung's.

"I know Wooyoung, I know. I'm not mad at you. Would you mind if I kept her number though?" Hongjoong continued, "I need to know if I'm ever on her mind"

Wooyoung smiled at his leader. Hongjoong was tough, but he had a soft spot and you hit it.

"Sure Hyung, keep it, just don't drag me into it." Wooyoung handed the paper back to his hyung. Who then stuffed it into his wallet.

Hongjoong was going to get his answers, one way or another. Just like a pirate, he was ruthless and wouldn't give up until he had his treasure.

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[writingsbychelle]

On Edge

Summary: Thor can’t stand your teasing any longer and decides to turn the tables.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Request: /

Notes/Warning: SMUTTTTT, so much filth omg also Thor being a little shit.

Word count: 1,183

     You had been teasing him all night long, your clothes perfectly flattering your body as you leaned against the bar and watched the people around you dance and talk. To be fair, it wasn’t even your intention to tease the God of Thunder but Thor couldn’t help and let his eyes wander over your body, loving the way the dim light made your skin glow, shadows dancing across your features as you laughed at something Sam said to you. 

     In his eyes, it should be himself standing beside you, being the reason for those beautiful melodies to escape your mouth, he was your boyfriend after all, even if no one but the two of you knew about your relationship. Not that you didn’t want to tell them, but things were already complicated at the Avengers compound without any team members dating so you kept things to yourselves. Plus, you knew for a fact that your friends would start to tease Thor and you to no end, especially Tony, that little shit. So you kept things behind locked doors, stealing soft kisses when no one was near and sneaking into each others rooms as night.

     “Everything alright there, buddy? Looking a bit tense,” Tony interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the conversation he previously had with the billionaire and Steve. 

     But as much as he tried to focus on the conversation before him, he couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting over to you, catching you looking his way as well.

     Thor was a handsome man, you couldn’t deny that, and he had this ability to put absolutely no effort into his looks and still take your breath away with his appearance. So, naturally, you couldn’t help but throw some glances in his direction whenever you were certain no one was watching you, your eyes taking in the way he sat on one of the leather couches, broad shoulders tense as he appeared to be focused on the conversation he had with Steve and Tony, his jaw tightening whenever he took a sip from his drink. Images from nights before spend with the Asgardian flashed in your mind, reminding you of his name leaving your mouth like a prayer while his hard thrusts were shaking your body.

     “(Y/N)? You there?” Your eyes snapped back to Sam, a smirk stretching over his face.

     “Sorry, I was-“

     “Busy daydreaming about Hammer Man over there?” he teased you, “Just tell him, (Y/N). Something about the way he keeps looking over here tells me he feels the same way that you do.”

     Sam was, obviously, completely clueless about your relationship and since you wanted to keep it that way you decided to just go with it, letting him stay in his state of unknowing.

     Standing up with a huff of annoyance, Thor excused himself from Tony and Steve and made his way over to you, twisting through the different people until he finally reached the bar only to find Sam long gone and you sitting alone on one of the barstools with a drink in your hand.

     “Can I talk to you in private?” His deep and husky voice sent shivers down your spine as his breath hit your skin, goosebumps rising on your skin.

     Knocking back your drink you slipped off the barstool before turning around to face your boyfriend, “Sure”.

     Next thing you knew Thor pushed you into your room, your lips basically melted together as his hands softly tugged on your hair, causing the most beautiful moan to spill from your lips which gave your boyfriend the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Your back slammed into the hard wooden door after he kicked it close and spinning you around, Thor’s lips vigorously attacking your neck, his beard deliciously rubbing against your soft skin, while his right hand snaked its way down your body, only stopping to squeeze the flesh of your hips before his fingers dipped underneath the waistband of your underwear, teasing your wet folds. The rough pad of his pointer gently flickered over your clit, your knees buckling in response as you clung onto the God, a low moan escaping you.

     “So needy, my love,” Thor chuckled at you, removing his hand from your hair to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist, pressing you even harder against the door to keep you in place, his left hand propped up against the doorframe to avoid himself from crushing you, his tall and muscular frame towering over you.

     “Fuck-“ Your moan interrupted you as Thor let one of his fingers sink into your tight heat, perfectly stroking your walls as you threw your head back against the door, biting down on your lip to muffle your moans.

     “Let me hear you, (Y/N), don’t quiet yourself,” Thor mumbled before nibbling on your earlobe, drawing a soft gasp from you, his eyes lighting up in amazement as your whimpers reached his ears.

     “So beautiful,” he mumbled as he added a second finger, moving his fingers in and out of you, skimming against your sweet spot with every thrust. 

     Tightly, you wrapped your hand around his forearm, your nails digging into his skin and leaving crescent marks as the palm of his hand bumped against your clit, pleasure shooting through you as his rough skin brushed against your bundle of nerves. Your back arched off the door, Thor’s hand moving from the doorframe to your ass to keep you in place, his fingers squeezing your soft flesh as your legs began to shake in reaction to the hot white pleasure shooting through your body.

     With every push, every stroke of his fingers you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release, loud moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom. At that point you didn’t care about the risk of people walking past your room and hearing you repeat the God’s name like a mantra, mixed together with the most sinful noises, the only thing that mattered where Thor’s fingers inside you as you were chasing after your high. Just as you felt yourself starting to tip over the edge your boyfriend suddenly removed his fingers from your heat, leaving you a whimpering mess as he set you back down on the floor, your legs trembling as you watched Thor walk into your bathroom, quickly washing your juices off his fingers.

     “What the fuck?” you gaped at the tall man, obviously irritated by his behaviour.

     “That’s what you get for teasing me all night long, my love,” Thor pressed a quick kiss to your temple, slightly pushing you aside so he could walk through your door into the hallway, making his way back to the party. 

     Completely in shock, your eyes were glued to his frame, glaring at him up until he turned around a corner and disappeared out of your view.

     “What the actual hell?” you whispered to yourself, throwing up your hands in pure exasperation, looking and feeling like a complete and utter mess from not being able to finish off.

     “Oh, that little shit.”

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