#like yeah i hate myself and detest myself but like. in a chill way because i can't fucking even HATE myself right this sucks dick

[gust-jar-simulator]

Take this thing in media res from a concept I'm working on. Ganondorf woke his husband up and made a comment about how Vaati owes him. Game start.

TW suggestive? Honestly it's a lot of threats happening but. Yeah.

~🌺🏜️🌙🏜️🌺~

"Oh, Ganondorf..." Vaati stretched languidly in the sheets, considering his husband through the bleary daze of jasmine and sandalwood, the intricate loops and bands of gold across dark skin. Grey fingers caught at the scars beneath fine chains, and the other man's brow arched as he went with Vaati's silent demand.

The wind mage rolled onto him like a snake hoarding a basking rock, dagger-slim and dagger-quick, hands that could break the sky wrapped delicately around the king's throat. "You think I'm your consort because you saved me?"

"I think you're my consort for many reasons, mage," his king hummed, voice rumbling low in his stomach, in Vaati's thighs. He made no move, but the brand of his gold eyes was enough, attentive to be a touch in their own right.

Good.

"I am your consort," Vaati murmured with predatory silk, "Because no one else can match you." He leaned in, ran a finger through Ganondorf's endless jewelry like a scalpel down the lines of a dissection. "You might have been born to rule everything you touch, son of sand, but I took everything I have from the jaws of the gods. I'll tear the heart bloody from your chest, husband, if you underestimate me."

The velvet violence in his tone was somewhat contrasted by his careful attention to the ornaments in Ganondorf's hair, untangling them from his braids with the ease of long practice. His king thought about moving, clearly, arms shifting to perhaps place hands on a whip-thin waist.

Vaati's spine locked up, teeth bared in the start of a hiss, and Ganondorf smoothly redirected to drape his wrists against the pillows with a quiet hum.

Vaati's only response was a growl he wouldn't dare call fond, and he draped himself across his husband's chest to drink in the magic clinging to his skin, chasing the chill stain of darkness the way a Hylian maiden might chase her lover's lips.

"Fight," he rasped against obsidian pendants and emerald drops, "Struggle, hate, grow. Become more of yourself, and let me hate you for it, look at me and see something worth killing. Know, my king, that I am the greatest threat to your life at all times, because I made myself into what you were born to be." His fingers twitched, once, on the muscled breadth of his husband's neck, and he felt the shift there when Ganondorf smiled.

"I have nightmares, sometimes," the king thought aloud, "of coming home to a wife that speaks only kind words, and has never held a blade. I don't know how the Hylians do it."

"Their men are also worthless. I have bested many of them with a sword, and I detest swords."

Ganondorf's laughter rumbled through them both, warm and relaxed.

#my writing #loz vaati #loz ganondorf

[junepegbert]

mm. feelings.

#anyways so my dog is dying and yeah it;s normal to be sad and cry and shit #especially over a pet you've had for like 7 years #but god. i genuinely just can't handle this right now #i can't even like properly feel bad because i'm always too tired or just. don't have the capacity to feel strong emotions about shit #like i can't fully process this? i was just crying for a good 15+ minutes laying next to him on the floor #and after that i just. feel normal #not like good normal like 'i just cried and got it all out' i mean #normal like i'm USED to this level of grief or whatever #this just is a whoooole fuckin mess and i can't even like. do anything to help myself because i know everyone who could even comfort me #is too busy being asleep because Timezones but still #i just know that when i get up after passing out tomorrow i'll be unable to talk like this until The Next Tragic Event #so i'll do this for now and then well #if anyone sees this hi i guess #but god it's. i don't even have the energy to grieve or hate myself for not being able to grieve #i'm just gonna go and add this to the list of issues i have and i hate that because i need to be able to address my own fucking emotions #and yet here i am writing a vent post on tumblr that like two people at most will see #i just miss. being able to feel y'know? like genuinely feel many complicated things #like yeah i hate myself and detest myself but like. in a chill way because i can't fucking even HATE myself right this sucks dick #and by 'right' i just mean like hate myself with energy it's literally just 'huh you're a freak who everyone is going to hate if they learn #more about you' or 'you can't be genuinely nice to anyone because you have to put so much effort into everything' or just. etc etc my point #has been made #i just wish i could like. FEEL feel y'know. everything is just at most miserable or at normal. just. real bad #anyways everything is criiiinge #vent

[crescentsteel]

Keeping a Secret - Part 2

pairing: Tsukishima x f!manager of Sendai Frogs genre: sexual tension/crack/fluff/slow burn warnings: lots of swear words, tsukki being a a closet softie wc: 6k (lol no chill as always)

[a/n]

Sorry for the delayed update. I added almost 1k words just to solidify the characters to give depth even more to the story. Feel free to reread. (It's totally not because I started a different series altogether.)

When I say this is slow burn, I meant sloooooooowww burn. 

Let me know if you want to be part of the taglist. :)

AO3 

Part 1 || Part 3 || masterlist

What were you even thinking? Actually,  why weren’t you? Had you used at least two brain cells of yours, you wouldn’t have momentarily lost your mind and kissed Tsukishima. You could’ve justified your actions if you were drunk, but you ingested not even an ounce of alcohol that night.

History will remember yesterday as the day a a sober you and a very displeased Tsukishima who found yourselves smooching publicly in the middle of a club. You’re just glad that no other member of the team goes to the same university you both go to. Else, you'd run the risk of getting seen.

Were so touch-deprived that you couldn’t resist even Tsukishima? And what about him? Why did he get along with it? You don’t think he actually hates you. Hate is such a strong word. He just exceedingly dislikes you. So why would he make out with you? Maybe he thought of it as a way of finally standing up to you?

Ugh.

You’re thankful that you didn’t have training yesterday. You were a mess the whole day trying to make sense of what happened. Not that you’re any better today; you’re still baffled as fuck. But you’re glad you had that day off so you wouldn’t have to face him immediately. 

For the first time ever, you’re dreading going to the gym. Even if you’re tired or you lack sleep, you’ve never felt distressed as the manager of the Sendai Frogs. All this because of Tsukishima. But can you really put the blame on him when it was you who initiated it?

“Good morning, y/n,” Eiji, the captain of the team greets you.

“Morning, Eiji,” you say back. Even though he’s older than you, you dropped the salutations already, same with everybody else. 

“You okay?” he asks worriedly. 

“Oh! Yeah, absolutely! When am I ever not okay?” You toughen it up and erase the troublesome kiss in your head. You are their ever shining manager, first and foremost. Anything outside of that has no place in this gym. 

“Never. It’s almost scary actually,” he answers with jest.

“Right? ‘Cause I’m a freaking goddess.”

He gives you a noble bow. “Indeed, you are, my lady.”

You giggle softly. Your players really are the best on and off the court (except for Tsukishima). “Go do your drills instead of buttering me up, ‘captain.’” He gives you a mock salute then jogs off towards the net. 

“Y/n!”

You saunter off to your coach after you were called. “Yes, Coach?”

“Can you help tape the blockers?” You nod willingly, quickly discarding unnecessary thoughts of Tsukishima. 

“Tsukishima’s free. Go start with him.”

You almost flinch upon hearing his name.

‘Great,’ you groan internally as you get the wrap from your kit and drag your feet toward the source of your uneasiness. But what did you expect? Of course, you’d have to deal with him sooner or later.

“Morning, Tsukishima,” you greet him with forced normalcy, acting like nothing’s wrong. As you take his left hand and you’re instantly reminded of what happened the other night -- how this hand gripped your waist while his mouth moved against yours… how his skin felt against the palm of your hand as he towered over you, body against body in a dance so dangerous and so hypnotizing that you lost yourself in the moment.

You tried your best to calm down yesterday, but seeing him right now makes you want to smack yourself from your momentary insanity that led you to kiss him.

Instead, you give him the nicest, brightest smile to channel your frustrations as you start taping his fingers. You just hope and pray that he doesn’t bring it up.

“Morning,  manager .” It was an indirect jab at you. Even when he says it with a dead tone, you know he’s taunting you by addressing you as manager - a tortuous reminder that what happened last Saturday night wasn’t forgotten.

Instead of yielding to the provocation, you respond with your own. You might have messed up, but you’re not letting him get the upper hand. “How was your weekend, Tsukki?” 

“Horrible,” he quickly answers without even thinking.

“Ditto. What happened to yours?” you ask with fake curiosity, already knowing why. Even if you didn’t kiss him then, he was already acting up like an angsty teen forced by his mom to attend a children’s party within the neighborhood.

“Went to a disgusting party.”

You nod pretentiously. “Mine’s horrible too. I got g-”

“I didn’t ask,” he interrupts.

“Well, you’re still going to hear it,” you respond just as distastefully as he cut you off. “I got groped by some perv, but I kinda punched some good manners unto him.” You release his left hand and take his right one to tape it as well. 

“And?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “That’s it. After that, I just went home from how  horrible  the experience was.”

You look up to him, meeting his sardonic gaze paired with a raised eyebrow from what you just said. You know that he understood that you were referring to something else other than the perv incident as horrible.

“How about you? What happened to that disgusting party of yours?” you press on.

“I bumped into someone I didn’t really want to see.”

“And?”

“Do you really wanna know how horrible it was for me?” A smirk creeps up on the corner of his mouth as he asks. There were many times before that you’ve wanted a taste of Tsukishima’s vile sarcasm, just to know what he’d say to you. Today is not one of those times. You don’t want him using that reckless kiss against you. 

“Actually, no. I don’t really care.” You let go of his hand you just finished working with and look around to look for anyone you could use as a distraction from Tsukishima’s attempt to retell the kiss from his perspective.

“Kogane!” you brightly call the setter as you bounce cheerfully towards him. 

Even if you don’t show it, Tsukishima knows he’s gotten under your previously impenetrable thick skin. He detests what happened last Saturday. The more he remembers it, the more he abhors it. The only reason he’s not totally hating himself for getting swept along with your shit is because he knows you hated it too, probably more than he does since it was you who kissed him first.

His smug grin only spreads when you march to Kogane with that cutesy act you only show to players from opposing teams to unsettle them before matches. You take both Kogane’s hands and beam at him. “Do you want me to tape your fingers?”

“Y-you don’t have to, y/n. I can do it myself!” Kogane blurts out, panicking at your sudden closeness and physical touch.

“But I love taking care of you guys,” you pout at Kogane, which only makes the setter blush a shade almost close to red.

Tsukishima follows you to help his babbling, flustered teammate.

“You’re going to kill him, y/n,” he says as he passes by you and Kogane who now looks like he stopped functioning.

You blink at Kogane, realizing what you’re doing to the poor guy.

You must have been really bothered by Tsukishima and unknowingly projected it to someone else.

Tsukishima sneers as he sees you try to ease Kogane from his severe fluster but only make it worse by rubbing his shoulders. 

A dash of pride and satisfaction swells on Tsukishima’s chest as he watches you get agitated with the situation you, yourself caused. Getting back at you feels even better than he imagined it would be. 

--

Even though you and Tsukishima are in the same class, you don’t really notice his presence. Sometimes you’d even forget you’re classmates. Now, though, you are more aware of the fact that he’s actually there than you ever have.

“Alright, class. For your main project this semester, I’m going to have you partnered up. You need to come up with a comprehensive report on mating behavior of reptiles. I’ll randomly generate your assigned reptile.”

You groan. Another collaborative work in the same subject. You don’t like working with others because you don’t want to adapt to anyone’s schedule. You like to get things done ahead of time. You hate procrastinating because you don’t want your uni requirements getting mixed up with potential tasks from your managerial job, especially whenever tournament seasons come. 

The last collaborative work you worked on is a group project where you did most of the work yourself. You wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t have fucking freeloaders as groupmates.  The little shits made you do 90% of the project because you wanted it done early.

You just pray that this time, you get to be paired with someone responsible. You tap your pen on your desk while you wait for your name to be called.

“L/n and Tsukishima.”

You drop your pen at your professor’s announcement. It bounces twice on your desk before rolling to the floor, but you don’t move to pick it up. Your gaze immediately flies to where Tsukishima is seated and find him glaring at you already. You almost want to laugh at how ridiculous this entire situation is.

Seriously? Were you a serial killer in your previous life or something? Did some higher power decide to punish you for your grave sins like this? 

Whatever. You’re not having any of this shit. 

You wait until the class is over and approach your professor. “Sir. I’d like to do this project alone.” Or at least with someone else. 

He continues to type something on his laptop, not bothering to look up at you, as he asks, “Why is that?”

“I just feel more comfortable doing things on my own, Sir. Please.” You try to give him your nice student smile but his eyes don't leave his screen.

“Then what? Have you increase my workload?”

Shit. You forgot that this particular professor of yours is known to not budge to anyone. You scramble your brain for another excuse.

“Sir. Can I do this project alone?” you suddenly hear Tsukihima’s voice behind you.

Finally, your professor closes his laptop and eyes you two unenthusiastically. “My answer is no to miss Y/n, so my answer to you, Mr. Tsukishima, is also no. I don’t know what the deal is between you two, but you’re doing this together.”

You can’t help but scowl despite being right in front of your professor. If it wasn’t for that darn kiss, you would’ve loved working with Tsukishima. Even though you don’t have the same classes, his schedule won’t be that hard to match up with because you two have the same training days. Secondly, he’s smart. You won’t have to carry the whole weight of the project. 

“You know what, I’ll reconsider.” A glimmer of hope lights up in your chest as you hear your professor’s words. “I’ll allow you two to work individually — but with an automatic ten point deduction for this project.”

“No,” you and Tsukishima respond at the same time. 

“Great! You’re already getting along swimmingly.” Your professor picks up his stuff and stands up. “Enjoy,” he waves a dismissive goodbye and leaves.

You slowly turn around to face Tsukishima and find that you share the same lour that he has. You cross your arms and lean on your professor’s desk. “Guess we’re together, Tsukishima.” 

--

You allowed yourself one week to compose yourself before you agreed to start the project with Tsukishima. You still saw him at training days, and even then, you tried to have the least amount of interaction with him so the ‘incident’ wouldn’t be brought up again. Meeting him for a project where it’s just you two is different and you needed time.

As much as you don’t want to be with him, you told yourself that it’ll be over soon. You just pushed the kiss in the back of your head and convinced yourself that it was just a stupid kiss. It didn’t mean anything. He probably just went along with it out of spite, so it’s best you think of it as a spur of the moment madness. That way, you won’t be bothered if he sordidly brings it up again. At least now, you can go back to your usual, cheeky self around him.

You’re about to text Tsukishima that you’ve arrived at the station you agreed to meet up at but you already see him there standing while he’s scrolling his phone with his usual white headphones on.

Unfortunately for you and him, the reptile assigned to you two are crocodiles. It’s the worst possible assignment you could get among the roster of reptiles assigned. You need to travel all the way to Wakabayashi for a legitimate crocodile farm to observe, compared to other reptiles which are easily accessible with nearby zoos in Miyagi. You just pray that you’ll only need this one trip to get all the data you need for your report.

You walk towards him and instantly regard how he looks. Despite being in the same university, you don’t see him around much. Even in your sole class together, you’re seated way too apart from each other to even look at each other’s direction. Not that being seated beside each other would’ve made a difference. You’re not friends. There’s no need to talk to him since everything that’s volleyball-related is relayed through line. To you, he’s just one of your players. As far as you’re concerned, the only Tsukishima you’re aware of is the one sweating his white shirt and training shorts during practice. 

To have this much involvement with him outside the gym is throwing you out of your usual loop. You continue studying him at a distance. Today he’s wearing white plaid pants, black turtleneck (probably long sleeves) with a lighter shade of black coat on top, and a brown wool scarf. He also has a gray bonnet that makes his blonde locks frame his face nicely. 

What the heck? Did he always dress like this even in class? How come you never noticed? 

He finally notices you. He puts down his phone and removes his headphones. “How long have you been there?”

“Wow, Tsukishima. You look kinda hot,” you blurt out without thinking.

His eyes expand at your statement that came out of nowhere. “Huh?!”

“Oh, sorry. That must’ve been random. But you look really good though. I kinda feel like I’m meeting a date,” you say with objective candor as you continue to stare at him. 

That catches him completely off guard. The other day you’re on the edge around him. You weren’t even paying much attention to him during training, but now you’re back to being a headache whose mouth knows no bounds as you faze him with your unfiltered thoughts. Now, it’s him who is uncomfortable again with your thorough eyes scanning him approvingly. 

“As if I’d ever date you,” he snaps back at your remark to which you scoff at.

“I didn’t say you would. Maybe you’re forgetting, I’d never go out with a member of the team.”

“Right. But kissing one is totally fine, huh?” he retaliates in an instant with a condescending look. He waits for your reaction, eager to see you distraught and bothered by it. To his dissatisfaction, you don’t behave in such a way. Instead, you sigh defeatedly.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I got a little crazy that night,” you say casually to a degree that you sounded like it was just a petty accident. “You kissed me back, so I’m sure you were too. Right?” 

The last word is conniving, and he can tell why you phrased it that way. You’re leaving him no choice but to disregard what happened or else it’s going to seem like it meant something to him. The hell it does. It simply resurfaces back on his mind sometimes because of how unpleasant the memory is. 

‘Devious woman,’ he snarls in his head.

It should be okay. Your reason for what you did can also be his excuse for how responded to it. What he didn’t like is that he hasn’t even managed to make the most out of that incident, while you immediately found a way to undo the grave you dug for him to bury you into.

Plus, the only advantage he sees out of partnering with you for this project is the possibility of being able to pester you the way you pester him during practice. Obviously, that’s already thrown off the window. Now, there’s nothing in it for him for the duration of the project. He is left with nothing but the fact that he has to endure your company. To think that he’s already so miserable when this afternoon has barely even started.

“Yeah,” he answers with contained resentment. “Can we go on the bus now?” He asks to deviate away from the topic already. He was hoping he could still use the incident to unnerve you, but it’s for naught now. 

He enters the bus first and assumes you’ll follow him, which you do as you take your seat beside him. You get your shoulder bag and take out a notebook.

“Can you take a look at this outline I made for our report?” you ask while you hand him your notebook opened at a certain page.

“I can’t read while the bus is moving,” he says then waits for a lame comeback from you. But you don’t comment about it. Why must you keep on being such a wildcard?

“Ah, okay. I’ll just tell it to you then,” you smile at him. “This trip is going to take long. It’d be a waste of time to not make use of it, right?”

He groans internally. Why must you be right all the fucking time?

He also made an outline last night, but he didn’t tell you because he thought it’d be better if he just did the data-gathering himself and let you take the pictures the report should have. He forgot that you’re not as irresponsible and carefree as you present yourself to be.

He listens to you explain your outline, looking for flaws in it for the sake of his grade and also for his self-satisfaction. And he does find a few.

“You should have separate discussion points for mating characteristics for male and females. I’m sure they have distinct traits. Also, I think we should include more than just one species, preferably three if the farm has it.” He continues, “Maybe we can note certain unique behaviors per species. It would be inconclusive, but it would still be nice to include it as a commentary.”

He hopes to extract even just a tiny hint of embarrassment from you for he’s thought of it better than you did. But you just stare at him for a good few seconds before you break into a dazzled smile.

“Oh my God. Yeah, you’re absolutely right!”

You open your notebook and scribble the changes in your drafted outline. “Is there anything else?” You consult him genuinely. You accept his criticisms with an open mind, which vexes him even more. 

“Nothing,” he grumbles.

“Alright. Let’s just revise it again once we see what’s on the farm.”

He doesn’t bother replying anymore since you’re once again right.

He puts on his headphones again to drown out whatever chatter you plan to have with him since you’re done discussing the project for now. Instead of bugging him, you take out a bunch of readings and focus on them intently, completely ignoring him. 

With nothing to entertain him aside from the music on his ears, his peripheral keeps going back to you and how hard you’re concentrating with the papers in your one hand and a pen in the other. 

He removes one muff of his headphone from his ear and asks you, “Don’t you get motion sickness?”

You really must be into what you’re studying because you flinch when he speaks, causing you to drop your pen. 

He feels responsible for it so he leans down to pick it up, but you also do the same. As you both reach down to grab your pen, your temple collides with his. 

“Ow,” your fingers go to massage the spot, failing to notice as he does that your faces are too close for comfort. He watches you wince for a quick while before looking at him, finally realizing that he’s within a proximity familiar to you both. 

It’s reminiscent of that night except this time, the natural light affirms that it wasn’t just the ambiance of the club that made you attractive enough to pull him in and share that heinous kiss. With your well-lit features, he can see that you’re thinking about the same thing he is.

Your eyes fall on his lips and for some illogical reason, he does the same.

Like last time, you’re the first to act on it. The major difference is, instead of leaning in, you retreat. You sit up straight with your fingers still on the side of your head and smile graciously at him. “It’s fine, Tsukishima. I’ll get it,” you say, which he finds half-witted because he’s still bent down and he can already grasp the pen.

He sits back up and hands you your pen. You use the hand on your temple to get it.

“Oh, thanks.” You stare at the pen for a second, then tuck it in your pocket. “Anyways, yeah. I don’t have problems reading in a moving vehicle.”

You dive back to his question and disregard what just happened. It works for him. He’d rather not think about it as well. 

“Have you not seen me scrambling paperwork on our bus rides to and from tournaments?”

“No.” He prefers not to pay attention to you. Hell, he pretends you don’t exist when he can. So naturally, he doesn’t know what it is you do when you’re not being your pestering self. It pains him to admit it, but you do get shit done -- efficiently, too. He should be glad because at least, you won’t be like his previous groupmates.

Still, just you being … you, ticks him off.

You laugh out of nowhere. “For someone who doesn’t speak much, you’re so fucking transparent.”

He frowns, not being able to grasp what you meant.

“Okay, look. I like pissing you off. I really do. And you, you don’t like me a lot. But for this project. Can we pretend that I’m not your annoying manager and you’re not the nasty Tsukishima I know?” 

“How the fuck can I do that when we see each other almost everyday as such?”

You roll your eyes and smirk. “Right. What was I even thinking? Go ahead and be emo with your music over there while I study here, yeah?” You pat him on the shoulders twice with that patronizing grin you always give him before pulling your pen back from your pocket and focusing once more on your readings, completely paying no attention to him for the rest of the trip.

—

As soon as you reach the crocodile farm, Tsukishima suggests that you two roam the area separately to cover more ground. In reality, he just wanted to get rid of you even for just a few minutes. He needed a break from you.

He does so by taking his time strolling around the place, observing how the area is situated. It looks like a park with its vast lush green environment and man-made waters to habituate the crocodiles. There are four main areas: the museum, the hatchling house, the zoo, and the breeding pens. He first goes to the museum, looking at the skeletal structure of some crocodiles. It isn’t really significant to the project but he can’t help admire it.

When he realizes that he’s taking longer than he initially thought, he starts looking for you. He sends you a text, but you don’t reply. You had gone to the zoo’s direction so he assumes you’re somewhere around that area. 

When he does find you, you’re not alone.

There you are near a crocodile pen, getting friendly with a guy he’s sure you just met.

It’s so familiar. The only difference is that you’re not wearing the Frogs’ jacket and you’re not in the Sendai gymnasium. He walks towards your direction, not caring if he’s going to cut off your little chat. You’re there for the project, not to snag some random bozo.

As he closes in behind you, he hears your conversation.

“Actually, birds are more closely related to dinosaurs than crocodiles. You couldn’t tell, right?” you explain with zeal. 

Tsukishima stops in his tracks at the foreign feeling in his chest. Wait a minute. Is he actually impressed? Moreover, what the heck is he impressed for? You should know that. You are both in a higher herpetology class. Even though it hasn’t been discussed during lectures, it’s natural that you know that. However, the guy you’re talking with isn't as enthusiastic. 

“Can’t blame you though. Crocs and dinos share the same sexy vibe with those chill eyes and scaly skin. Also, look at those smokin webbed feet. Fucking work of art, dude. You feel me?” you press on fanatically.

The stranger looks at you with a forced smile, obviously weirded out by your ‘passionate’ description of the reptile. “Yeah, sure. I have to go now. Bye,” the guy bows and storms away from you. 

You turn your attention back to the lowered pen in front of you with a satisfied smile and shudder when you see Tsukishima already there beside you. 

“Gah! You scared me. Why didn’t you say anything?” you ask with your hand still on your chest.

“I didn’t want to interrupt you creeping out that stranger.”

You tither at his answer. “Glad you didn’t. It was fun seeing him all freaked out.” 

He finds it weird. He thought you just had an aversion towards athletes. That’s why you keep driving away anyone who’d approach you during matches. Apparently, that’s not the case.

“He looked like he’d follow you back to Miyagi if you didn’t go all freaky nerdy on him.” 

You jeer at his comment. “He could follow me to the ends of the Earth and I still wouldn’t give him my number. I’d rather date Mr. Crocodylus siamensis over here than boring dum dums blinded by how hot I am.” 

“Then why do you entertain them?” he follows up.

“Caaaauuusse it’s fun to see them squirm,” you declare cheerfully as you veer your gaze at him. “Why the sudden interest with the way I handle men, Tsukishima?”

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your lips tugging up to form a playful smirk. “Don’t tell me you suddenly find me interesting?”

You really do know how to push the right buttons to provoke him. He grits his teeth from your audacity.

“I’m joking for fuck’s sake! My god. I already know that even if it’s just the two of us on this planet, and we’d have to procreate to restart the world population, you’d rather choose to doom humanity than have anything to do with me.”

Among all the correct things that came out of your mouth, that was the only thing he could verbally agree with. “Good you know,” he retorts. 

You don’t seem to take offense though. You still keep your unwavering smile as you get your phone out and take a picture of the Borneo crocodile. 

“Should we go see the breeding pens now?” you ask nonchalantly, dismissing the previous conversation like it was nothing. 

--

You both decide to hire a designated tour guide to assist you while you observe the crocodiles, particularly the ones for breeding. 

“Hi, Ms. l/n. I’m Sara and I will be your guide for today,” she introduced herself with a dedicated smile.

“I’m so thrilled that you and your boyfriend decided to learn more about crocodiles for your date,” she adds. 

You and Tsukishima glance at each other before turning back to her. 

“She’s not my girlfriend.” “He’s not my boyfriend.”

You both say simultaneously, except yours sounded like a friendly correction while his sounded like a dead announcement. 

“We’re just classmates for a project,” you correct her.

She bows apologetically with embarrassment and worry. “I’m so sorry for assuming that.”

“No worries, Sara,” you reassure her before Tsukishima says something unnecessary. “Can you lead us on the breeding pens? We’d like to observe the whole thing.” 

“Of course. Right this way.”

Aside from the mishap earlier, you find Sara competent at her job as she fills you in with details not included in the sign boards in the pens. She gives you information about the mating process that you didn’t find when you researched about the subject. You assume Tsukishima’s thinking the same because he doesn’t say anything out of the blue.

“By any chance, will we see a pair mating today?” he asks after a while.

“I’m not really sure, Mr. Tsukishima. It’s really up to the animals.”

You tug on Tsukishima’s sleeve when you catch sight of one crocodile latching himself on top of another.

“What?” he asks irritatedly, but follows your line of sight. 

“Oh, lucky. There you go.” Sara announces with a pleasant smile.

You get your phone and your notes. You multitask listening to Sara, taking photos, and scribbling notes on your paper pad. 

On the other hand, Tsukishima multitasks observing the crocodiles in action and observing you. 

You’re asking important questions to the guide while juggling other tasks. Yes, he doesn’t like you and loathes being partnered with you. However, that doesn't mean he won’t cooperate with you. He won’t mind if you ask him for help, but you seem to have even forgotten that he’s there. 

He grabs your phone from your hand, garnering a confused look from you.

“I’ll take the photos. You take down notes.”

You flash him an honest, grateful smile. “Thanks, Tsukishima.”

Then, you proceed with the things you’re doing more at ease. 

He can’t tell who he’s more pissed at, you or himself. Something about that display of productivity and wit unnerves him. It’s as if it’s telling him that his chagrin over you is unreasonable because you’re actually reliable when it counts. What’s worse is you’re completely oblivious to it. In fact, you’re almost ignoring him.

Goddamn it. What’s he doing? He’s completely distracted now from the project and is solely focused on you. He quickly shakes it off and calms himself down. His attention should be on the reptiles, not you.

He turns his attention back to the crocodiles, but the mating act only lasted a few minutes. After that, you both barrage Sara with an array of questions that she looked too overwhelmed by the end of your tour. 

You’ve covered almost everything for the day and it’s already around 6 in the evening when you get on a bus on the way back to Miyagi.

“That was fun!” you comment ardently with an abnormal shine on your face when you sit down on the bus on the way back. He wears his headphones on before you start a conversation he’s not willing to have. From his peripheral, he sees you turning to him and as he predicted, your mouth begins moving while you animatedly narrate words he could not hear. 

He’s already acting as if he can’t hear nor see you, but you still don’t stop. Knowing you, you will not stop until you make sure he notices you. He wearily removes his headphones only to see you not saying anything and only mouthing words with hand gestures. 

“Seriously?” He scowls at you. He’s already exhausted at having to deal with you even for just half a day, but you still have the energy to mess with him. 

You cover your mouth with your hand as you snicker but it erupts into a hoot of laughter shortly. You gasp ridiculously after you ride out your stupid amusement from poking at his patience. “Tsukki, I swear to God. You make the best faces,” you say while wiping away your joyous tears.

“Were you even going to say something worth listening to?” he questions sourly.

You study him then shake your head. “I think you’re tired, so let’s just discuss what we gathered next time. You can go ignore me now,” you tell him with an understanding smile despite the slight banter.

You tilt your body in his direction and hoist yourself up a bit to put his headphones back yourself like it’s no big deal.

You settle back into your seat while he stills on his seat, stunned with what you just did while you get your readings again and shrink to your own bubble. You don’t seem to make anything of it, so he doesn’t as well. It was very you to mindlessly get on anyone’s —  particularly his — personal space anyways.

He increases the volume of his headphones and tries to relax. Yet, his attention keeps swerving back at you every now and then. You’re really concentrating hard with your brows burrowed while you stare at your hand-outs. After a while, he notices you bobbing your head from the corners of his eyes.

He can tell you’re as tired as he is and trying hard to fight the sleep that’s taking over you. The bunch of papers you previously held are now clutched on your lap.

On the last bob of your head, you snap out of it. You blink repeatedly and return your eyes to your readings again. To no avail, you’re shutting down with your eyes fluttering when you try again. You look like you decided to give it a rest and put your papers back in your bag. You cross your arms and lean back to your seat. 

He feels relieved that you finally yield to your physical exhaustion. He doesn’t need an additional bullet point to his list of why he can’t fully hate you. Also, you won’t run your mouth at him if you’re asleep.

He feels the soft thump of your head on his shoulder. You probably did too as you suddenly bolt up and tell him ‘sorry' which he only understands based on how you mouthed the word. You lean back again and try to settle back to sleep. But when you start dozing off, you sway to the other side of your seat which is the aisle of the bus.

He grabs your shoulder to prevent you from tumbling down to the aisle. Your disoriented self looks around, alarmed at his sudden touch.

“Just fucking lean on me,” he spits out, irked that he has to say it out loud. It’s not like he pushed you away. You could’ve just stayed as you were and he would’ve turned a blind eye at it out of recognition of the effort you put in today. He’d just consider it one of those times that you do something annoying and he just ignores you as a response.

You regard him with dazed eyes. You open your mouth as if you’re about to say something but decide against it as you shut your eyes again and you let your head rest on his shoulder. But even then, your head still falls forward from time to time. He puts a hand on your forehead to settle you back on his shoulder and slides a bit downward on his seat to accommodate you. 

Jesus Christ, you can study in a moving vehicle but can’t even do a simple thing like sleep properly on it. Why does he even have to adjust for you?

He heaves furiously in contrast to your steady breathing, letting him know that you’re easing deeper to your sleep. 

He distracts himself by looking at the window, witnessing the unmoving dark sky and the changing scenery below. He lets out a sigh.

Maybe he should’ve just accepted the ten point deduction.

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Why "It's Just A Cartoon" Is A Stupid Argument -.-

This is an image I frequently got when I ranted about how Regular Show went downhill back in 2015. While I could've worded myself better, I don't regret feeling the way I felt about those 2 episodes that got my blood boiling. I make it no secret that I hate bad writing in general and when I say hate, I mean it actually gets under my skin whenever a show or movie is badly written. Yet on the Internet, people seem to be protective of cartoons from critics such as myself who put them on blast for their terrible writing. I can respect other people's opinions, but if you say to me "chill dude, it's just a cartoon" you automatically lose my respect. If there's one thing I hate more than bad writing it's my intelligence being insulted. Allow me to explain.

So I hate Summer Camp Island despite it apparently having its fans. You can read the full review, but your response better not be "dude, it's just a cartoon" because my rebuttal would be, "yeah no kidding, it still sucks monkey butt 😒." This is because a "cartoon" isn't an automatic stamp of exceptional quality. A cartoon is, by its definition, a piece of media that uses animation to tell a story. While no one sets out to make a cartoon, not every cartoon is guaranteed to be good because it's a cartoon. Summer Camp Island, for example, has absolutely terrible writing, unlikable characters and lackluster humor. But of course most people use the "it's just a cartoon" argument to silence any valid criticism.

Basically, the "it's just a cartoon" argument has the same meaning as the "don't like, don't watch" argument: shut up, nobody asked for your opinion ding bat. Well excuse me for not finding the same joke funny as you, or finding the writing to be of good quality or the characters the least bit likable or interesting. The Internet is not an echo chamber where only positive opinions on a cartoon are allowed. And that's a good thing because then we can have valid decisions about what we liked and disliked about a cartoon. And having those conversations brings more attention to these cartoons which otherwise would've been forgotten as time goes on.

You may think you're defending a cartoon be telling me to shut up, but the reality is you're just being another ignoramus on the Internet. You know what would actually be helpful to the cartoon you like and I dislike: counter arguing my points with why you like it. The one drawback from Imdb is I don't get comments on my reviews unless I link them elsewhere. So I would love to hear why fans like shows like Summer Camp Island or Robotboy despite my detestment for those shows. Cartoons are art and art is subjective. My opinion is not objective, so feel free to tell me why you disagree. Just don't tell me it's just a cartoon, otherwise I won't listen 😒

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Fucking Aizawa

Alpha!Aizawa x Omega!reader

Warnings: swearing, AOB dynamics, kinda dub conny but not really???, they fuc

A/N: I always get so nervous writing omegaverse idk why. It’s always so,,, explicit hahahahaha. Uhhhhhh SO!! Here!! 💃

As an omega, going out at night might not have been the safest for you when you were feeling some type of way but the cool night air always eased your aching nerves. It was your equivalent to taking a cold shower though not as scathing and honestly, standing on top of your apartment building always seemed to help clear your mind.

You haven’t entered your frenzied heat, not yet, but you know it’s coming. Soon you’ll be stuck inside your apartment with the doors locked to the nines, left alone with various toys in a too hot and stuffy room. You had friends you could call to ease the pain for you and though that may be better than suffering on your own, you were always left feeling lethargic and guilty. You haven’t yet bonded with anybody, a decision you’ve made on your own accords but that didn’t mean you never felt… lonely.

You sigh and rest your head on the cool roof door, trying to clear your mind before your big day. Meditation sometimes helped your cycle go by more smoothly, but not every time. It doesn’t hurt to try though. You hum to yourself as you rub your sides that have been cramping for hours.

A loud thump! catches your attention. “Is that who I think it is?”

Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. Of all people to bother you on your much needed meditation night. You don’t even have to turn your head to know that Eraserhead had done his job landing on top of your building on his nightly patrol.

The both of you patrolled during the nights, but you of course had to take the week off because of your heat so he had more ground to cover than usual. You pray that he doesn’t know why you have to take these long period breaks but it’s not hard to figure it out seeing that you’re an out and employed omega.

“Mhm, I’m just enjoying the night air…”

“It’s pretty late.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You already feel yourself growing irritated. You weren’t positive why you didn’t favor Shouta Aizawa. You knew him in high school and though he was buddies with one of your personal friends, you always wanted to avoid his gaze. You were like that with a lot of alphas though. You just thought he had a superiority complex or something.

He steps out in front of you and eyes you sitting on the floor as if you’re some kind of criminal he’s about to interrogate. His lips stay in a flat line while he works a brow at you and you let your eyes wander down his muscular form that’s evident even while he sports his loose fitting hero suit. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have him take you, to satiate your building need. Fucking Aizawa.

“Are you feeling alright? It’s cold out and you’re wearing…” he gestures at you and instantly you cover your breasts. Sitting in your pajama shorts, you’ve never been more uncomfortable with alpha’s state. Okay, that wasn’t true but Aizawa just made you mad and it didn’t help that alphas thought they had to throw their authority all over the damn place.

“I’m perfectly comfortable,” you shoot at him. You’re far too hot to play the pleasant conversation game.

“Hmm.” He crosses his arms. Can’t he see that you want to be left alone?!

A breeze picks up a drifts the side of the building. The chill feels good against your scorching skin and you hold your arms closer to your body as your nipples pucker. The wind blows harder and you pick up a deliciously… strong… scent. You feel yourself pooling in your pajama shorts. Fucking Aizawa.

Primal intent overwhelms you and it takes almost everything for you not to immediately call out a scandalous request. Instead, you hop up and fumble with the building keys, muttering a “goodnight Eraserhead,” but before you can even get the key through its hole, you feel a shift in temperature behind you.

“Wait,” his whispered command stops you dead in your tracks. You clutch your stomach. Being around an alpha with such a powerful scent can be absolutely unbearable and you can feel the intensity of your heat starting to hit you.

Your legs start to shake as you turn yourself back towards him. Instinctively, you bite your lip and look to the ground; a humble omega. Not good. You’re suffering through your most natural urges and for Aizawa. You hate him!!

“Oh…” he sticks his nose up and you watch as his eyes dilate, no doubt his blood pressure elevating and his natural dominating instincts coming over. “Oh fuck. That’s you?”

You gulp in response, too afraid to answer. Body pulsating, your body responding to the scent of the alpha in front of you. Fucking hell, why did it have to be him?

There’s a tense moment where Aizawa places a hand against the wall and stares ahead of him. He chuckles to himself and his eyes slide over you while in takes a long inhale. Finally he says, “it’s easy to forget that you’re an omega with that mouth of yours but damn it if you don’t smell… fucking delectable.”

He moves his hand down to grab your the side of your head, he tugs you to the side and presses his nose against your neck. The force of his pulling feels good, almost natural, for you and you hate that you like it.

“God,” he hisses and before you know it, his tongue runs across your neck, under your scent glands. His scruff tickles and you feel his need like it’s your own. Aroused and sensitive, you squirm underneath the towering alpha, ruing the sensation of warm slick building up between your thighs.

“It’s pretty careless of you to be out alone while you’re… like this. You’re lucky it was me who landed on your rooftop and not anyone more dangerous.”

You scoff at that. Now, you know that Aizawa has a good morale and despite you absolutely detesting him, he’s not a bad guy. It’s only natural for him to sound like a complete douchebag when he has to smell you in such a state and it’s only natural that you find it completely riveting.

“Is something funny, sweet little… helpless omega?” His teeth rake across your skin and your arousal flares up!

“S-stop!” You try to push him off but the unattached alpha stood still, lips turning up into a smirk that boiled your blood and shit even barely touching him was too much for you to handle. You don’t want him to stop though. It was instinctual for you to want him. It was the most natural feeling in the world.

He levels his head with you, his hot breath brushing across your skin. Everything about him pulls you to him. Drunk on your hormones, you grip his shirt and push your pelvis against his undeniable erection, shamefully rubbing yourself on him, trying to alleviate some of the aching in your loins. He pushes his knees in between your legs and you begin grinding on his thigh and close your eyes and he chuckles.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you? I can smell you, kitten. You’re slick with need and just waiting to be filled up with my alpha seed. You want me, don’t you little omega?”

Aizawa growls when you grab onto his thighs, nails digging into the thick fabric of his pants. His eyes are dark watch you move and to even think of you trying to keep up this pathetic facade was too damn cute. If his hardened cock wasn’t aching to push into you, aching to claim the poor omega, aching to saturate your needs, he’d enjoy teasing you for the rest of the night. He’d always had similar desires in high school but for whatever reason, you never gave him the light of day. He intended to take full advantage of this situation, though, he’d do it consensually of course but at this point it didn’t seem like either of you had a real choice.

“I… can take care of this myself…” You’re barely able to utter. His intoxicating scent seems to build a wall between your brain and your body though because soon your arms run along his muscular frame, desperate to feel more of the strong alpha before you.

“Ohh, sweetheart. Do you really enjoy torturing yourself? If you like pain so much I’d offer to take you somewhere I’d be able to tend to your every whim but,” his breath hitches and a lowly growl escapes the back of his throat, sending you into a bit of a frenzy. No, no, you don’t enjoy torturing yourself, you’d rather have the alpha bend you over and dominate you right then and there but you could never admit that to him.

“Eraser,” you mewl and at this point, you’re sure that your slick coats his thigh as you ride him. His eyes hungrily rove over your body, breath growing heavy as his large hands wrap around your waist and push up and under your tank top. His fingers sends spasms throughout your body

“You’re making quite the mess, aren’t you, kitten?Why are you denying yourself, hm? You think you can satisfy your urges by rubbing your need off on me? Come on, angel, I could smell you from blocks away. You can’t resist me nor I, you. Just admit that you need something from me and I will take care of everything.”

“Go fuck yourself” Of course, he’d smell you before coming on top of your roof of all places. You want to hit him but instead your hands shoot to your shorts and you squeeze your eyes shot as your fingers fumble past your elastic waistband.

“Now that’s out of the question when I have a wanton little omega practically writhing underneath me.”

You gasp when his capture weapon wraps around your wrist and pulls your hands away from your throbbing sex that gave an involuntary squeeze. You shoot Aizawa a death glare which he returns with pushing his mouth up to your ear and even with his rough, gritty voice, you can almost hear him purr when he says, “submit to me, omega. Tell me you want this hard alpha cock and I will give it to you. I’ll give you everything. Come on, Y/N, I know you need to be fucked. You can’t deny nature.”

“Fuck,” you try rolling your hips to the best of ability, trying to ease the source of your aching with the friction of Aizawa’s thighs but it’s not enough and you’re in pain. “Please touch me Aizawa. I can’t stand this.”

His hot hand travel up your stomach and stop at your swollen, tender breasts, kneading into them while pinching your nipples between his fingers. His other hand travels south, stopping at your pubic bone, he messages you through your shorts which are, at this point, more like a second skin, soaked and dirtied with your essence. “Tell me you want it, omega. You want me to rut you, to fill you up, and claim you. I wanna hear those words fall from your pretty lips.”

Of course, an alpha can’t properly knot an omega without explicit consent. It burns you to do so but the excruciating desire you felt clamping down on your burned even worse. “Alpha,” you moan, dogging your nails into the palm on your hands. “Please give me your knot.

He growls at you, twisting your body around. He pushes himself flush against your back and you can feel his cock throbbing on your ass. He tugs your hair up and plants a kiss on the back of your neck. “Was that so hard for you, kitten?”

Swiftly he peels your shorts off your body and you grow all the more excited feeling the cool hair on glistening cunt. His scarf pulls your hands to the roof’s door and you arch your back and shudder with anticipation when you hear him undo his belt.

He lines himself against your swollen sex, the head of his cock dripping with precum. Aizawa rubs his length along your slit, coating himself in your need and feels a pang when you once again call him alpha.

“Look how wet you are for your new alpha. God, you know it’s taken everything for me not to tear you to shreds in the past.”

You can hardly understand what that means, all you know is that you can’t stand not having him inside you another second. “Shouta, pleeaase.”

A switch flips inside his head. He’s held back his restraint for long enough. He brushed his cheek along you shoulder blade and sharply thrusts into you.

He’s huge, enormous, and it feels good to have something push against your pained walls. Slowly he drags himself out and forcefully shoved back into you, stretching you out. A relieved moan escapes your mouth. “Ohhh fuck me, alpha. God, th-thank you, ohh…”

Aizawa snickers, grabbing your waist to pull you deeper on to his drenched shaft. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re thanking me? What a submissive little omega.” He bites down on your shoulder, breaking the skin and you yelp out and clench around his girth in response.

“Fucking hell, kitten,” he chokes, “such tight little pussy..”

He fucks you relentlessly, growling and grabbing, taking his nails across your skin, marking you as his; his omega. You’re so hot for him and Aizawa thanks his lucky stars it was you that drew him to this rooftop; he’s wanted this, to have you bent over him, calling for him, for over a decade.

He grows smug when he watches your hands slide down the door, trying to get the most out of your experience. He wants to see your face, high with euphoria and lucky for the both of you, the base of his cock only just started to swell. Aggressively, he pulls out and spin you around. You cry out, destitute and needy for him to film you back up. Aizawa slams you back against the door and plants and hungrily claims your lips. You wrap your legs around him and slide onto him with ease, gasp into the kiss when he plows you deeper than before.

“You’re such a pretty little omega, aren’t you? So compliant when you know you need to be. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim, you know that?”

“Yes alpha. Mmmph, please do. I want you to deep inside me, I ~ahh~,” you cling on to his back, “I wanna have your pups!”

Aizawa’s eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting you to say that and even if it was just a spur of the moment thing, a carnal instinct, it sends him over the edge. The thought of you swollen with his child is far too delicious of a thought to let go of. He bites down hard in your scent glands and you shriek in pure ecstasy.

“If someone else so much as looks at you, I’ll tear them limb from limb! Do I make myself clear?”

That’s the alpha in him speaking and if you’d heard it any other time, you’d roll your eyes so hard they’d fall out of your head but in that moment you need his possessiveness like the ocean’s tides need the moon.

“Yes, my alpha,” you say through your panting. You feel yourself pool at your own compliance and Aizawa hisses in response.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Shit, kitten.”

His knot reaches its peak and he thrusts hard into your gushing cunt, pushing in to his hilt. He feels your pleasure in sheer electrifying waves as he follows your climax by shooting his seed deep inside of you. The both of you shake together, stuck and wrapped around each other’s bliss. You stay like that for fifteen long sensual minutes pulsating within one another.

He nuzzles against the soft sensitivity of your neck, preening and kissing you, whispering to you about how good you were, how proud he is and you’re too lost in your shattered mindset to understand what’s really happened until his swelling goes down and you’re able to slide off of him.

Aizawa wipes your sweaty forehead on the back of his sleeve and regards you knitted eyebrows with a similar expression. “Are you okay, kitten? I wasn’t too rough with you?”

You shudder when another cold front blows across the rooftop and Aizawa is quick to strip himself of his shirt and offer it to you.

“I’m… good. Really good,” you say, pulling your head through his shirt. As protective as alphas could be, nobody’s ever really actually asked if you were okay after a rut. You sigh. “Thank you… I should be okay for a couple hours now.” You avoid his gaze. “I think I should go shower.”

Aizawa presses his mouth into a fine line. Maybe you don’t understand what really just happened. You bonded with him. You’re his. “I’ll order some take out for you then. Or maybe…” he placed his hands under your chin, your eyes shine up at him. You’re still in heat and you’ve sent him into a rut. If you really didn’t understand that you belonged to each other, you could end up inviting someone else over when your heat flares up again! He couldn’t just leave you, even if you asked him to. “I can take better care of you at my place. Run you a warm bath or… whatever you need. You just tell me what it is and I’ll get it for you.”

“Aizawa-,” you begin.

“Omega,” he says, placing a stern hand on your shoulder. “I’m taking care of you and that’s final. Do you understand?”

You part your lips, not completely surprised by his dominate nature after everything that’s happened. Aizawa might’ve not been the most agreeable person in the world but… he was now your person… and you weren’t actually torn up that he wasn’t going to leave your side.

You nod.

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hey! thank you for everything that you do! you are awesome. im just wondering if you any fic were Stiles is fae? thank you!

We sure do. - Anastasia

till the moon has taken flight (to the waters and the wild) by WindyRein

(5/10 I 1,426 I Not Rated I Steter)

It's not fair! But he knows already that life isn't fair, doesn't he? He can feel the bitter smile curling his lips.He, if there is such a thing anymore, floats and is torn apart and doesn't exist. (but that would be kind, wouldn't it?)

Bloody Secrets by cywscross

(1/1 I 3,085 I Teen I Steter)

Stiles has silver in his veins.

Peter could’ve done without finding out this way though.

Somewhere to Start by Lissadiane

(1/1 I 3,352 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has always known that he isn't quite human - the plant life that tends to sprout around him whenever he gets upset or excited gives it away. He's never really fit in among the regular people in Beacon Hills and is determined to wait it out, go to college, and find somewhere to belong. He's forced to abandon those plans, however, after he desperately agrees to enter into an arranged marriage to save his father's life.

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It's all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Dance Under the Moonlight by Therapeutic_Steter

(2/2 I 3,440 I Mature I Steter)

Fae!Stiles saving Peter from Pack's stupidity and washing his hands of them. Please?

The Other Side by Green

(1/1 I 3,769 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles doesn't know anything about his father, only what his mother told him, that he's human. Despite her words, Stiles has had his doubts. So when the queen sends him through the veil, he's nervous and isn't sure what to think.

Seven Years Falling by InfiniteAlexisA

(1/1 I 3,880 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“I don’t mean to!” Derek yelled throwing his hands in the air.“DON’T YELL AT ME!” Stiles screeched, his entire body going up in flames.This is what Derek gets for dating a fire elemental.

we're not so different (you and i) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 5,621 I Explicit I Sterek)

For many of the fairies that lives here, Utopia is their sanctuary—haven, in other words—and why shouldn't it be? It never rains on this stretch of meadow, the clouds in the skies always pink with interest and it smells like the breaking of spring every dawn and dusk.

Stiles detest it, the least to say.

It’s too much and he hates swinging along with the status quo with the other fairies. Yeah, with their blooming shades of colours and the shimmering, silken tunics they don on and fuck, the limitless sparkles. There’s even a new trend going on with the younger generation where they gather allium blooms to form a flower crown, oh—with added glitter!—and it makes Stiles wants to roll his eyes.

-

Or the fic in which Stiles is a fairy and wants to escape the horrendous, boring world of fairyland to have an adventure. And by adventure, he means meeting Derek. The plant. Or... not-so plant.

Cold Iron by the_problem_with_stardust

(5/5 I 5,641 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek thought the disaster that ended with Kate Argent almost burning down his family home was a relationship worst-case scenario. So, when Dr. Deaton reveals that his current girlfriend is not what she seems, Derek is ready to swear off romance forever. In an attempt to escape his well-meaning (but insanely overbearing) family, Derek volunteers to take over remodeling the small cottage that was left to the Hale siblings in his grandmother’s will. Connemara is nothing like California, and Derek feels like his luck just might be looking up.

salt and a waltz by The Byger (Byacolate)

(1/1 I 7,433 I Explicit i Sterek)

"Not that lubed-up Q-tips aren’t the sexiest thing in the world, but I kinda want to know what it’s like, you know. To be impaled on your huge dick without actually being impaled.”

“It was about to get sexy there, but you shot the mood right in the face.”

In which Stiles is a faerie and Derek is sick and tired of not being able to fuck him.

Don't You Wanna Be My Sky? by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 9,420 I General I Sterek)

Stiles got ratted out by the Realm Guard for sneaking off with Scott a total of seven times before his dad buckled, promising sabbatical once Stiles reached Faehood, and enough Earth culture in the meantime to have him talking like a born-and-bred Californian teenager.

He just didn’t have the tan.

(Or, in which Stiles is a Frost Fae sent to the Earth Realm on the Fae version of Rumspringa and immediately falls head-first into a Coffee Shop AU)

No Love in Idleness by Elpie (Horribibble)

(2/2 I 11,687 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is the sole grandchild of none other than Robin Goodfellow, the most mischievous faerie ever to wreak havoc among the Folk and Man alike. To the people of Beacon Court, he is at best a merry wanderer of the night.

At first, Ser Derek is inclined to agree, but the little bird on his shoulder has quite a bit to say about that.

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren't) by ravelqueen

(1/1 I 15,889 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

Broken People Get Recycled by poemwithnorhyme

(1/1 I 16,389 I General i Sterek)

Nothing is ever just calm in Beacon Hills. No, something always has to go wrong, and this time, it's Stiles' turn in the spotlight. That doesn't mean he has to like it. Post S2 AUFae!Stiles

The Magic's in the Coffee by xxxillusionxxx

(8/8 I 17,596 I Explicit I Sterek)

Ever since the tall, muscled, leather-clad werewolf had begun his daily coffee routine at the Skullery—a horrendous name in Stiles’s opinion, but his boss was a skeleton who thought he was terribly clever—an impromptu competition developed among the baristas.

When Trust is Everything by hellbells

(12/12 I 27,913 I Teen i Sterek)

For a secret to remain true then only one person can know it; if not then it will come out. Beacon Hills is the converging point of several secrets all wrapped up in the supernatural. For Stiles, the unravelling of several will let him find peace, love and safety in the arms of his true mate. The only question is can he trust a Sourwolf and his pack well enough to show his true self.

It just might be the one thing between Beacon Hills and safety!

(Or observe the really awkward distrustful courtship between a Sourwolf and a hidden Fae Mage)

A Little Bit of Sunshine by 100KlicksAway

(21/? I 29,600 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles woke with a start, dreams of pixies flitting around his head. He’d dreamed… He’d dreamed that he was a wolf? Or…. He wasn’t sure. Something with fangs… His mouth had been dripping blood in his dream, and when he woke, he could still taste the thick copper taste coating his mouth.

Stiles has been working hard for the pack since Scott was bitten. They leave him out more and more frequently, though, until Stiles realizes that he's strictly unnecessary. Then, the pack's activities throw him into danger and he ends up in a shitty situation with no one helping him.

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He doesn't care anymore, he just... Needs out.

The Last Chills of Winter by LeeHan

(1/1 I 42,525 I Explicit I Sterek)

“He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense.“Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk.“What? No,” Derek growled.“Was he hot?”“No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

We Follow Darkness Like a Dream by GreenasCole

(10/10 I 51,106 I Mature I Sterek)

When a mysterious note is left on the Stilinski's door it leads Stiles and his best friend Scott out into the woods on quest for answers about Beacon Hills's most infamous tragedy. After a surprise encounter with a monstrous wolf the two boys are hurled into an ancient and terrifying world, only for Stiles to discover he was secretly a part of it all along. Will he manage to survive the insanity of Fae politics and avoid the enemies that are suddenly crawling out of the woodwork to find a place in this new world? Or will the very revelation of his existence be the catalyst that plunges both worlds into war and chaos? And why can't Scott just stop teasing him every time he catches Stiles looking at their new "friend" Derek too long?

Laughter in the Dark by Starshaker

(13/? I 56,148 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is a fae. A trickster spirit with too much curiosity for his own good and a knack for getting into trouble. When he's just trying to help things don't go to plan and coincidences don't seem to end up for the better.Trapped, isolated and aching to get home, though it's better than what Gerard would have had planned for him initially, Stiles learns to deal with his new set of circumstances.

The Fairy's Wolf by kuki

(57/? I 90,602 I Explicit I Sciles)

In a world where non-humans mingle with humans in public schools until they became of age, about high school age, going instead to a specialty finishing school, a young halfling fae fights to stay with his friends. His fear of losing touch with his best friend, a young Alpha werewolf, has the pair pushing their relationship to the edge; and their relationship has the world on the brink of war.

-or-where I apparently ship Skittles hard now, hate myself with this work load on top of my school work, switch up species because f-u that's why, make up mythology, and try to give Derek a nice life.

Where You Still Remember Dreaming by yodasyoyo

(15/15 I 95,612 I Explicit I Sterek)

“What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you Balto.”

“What’s yours?”

“Stiles.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. That isn’t his real name. There’s no way. But now he thinks about it, he has a vague memory of someone, probably Uncle Peter, telling him that with the fae, names have power. “I’m Miguel,” he says.

“Lie.”

“Are you trying to tell me your real name is Stiles?”

Stiles runs his tongue across his teeth and considers Derek carefully. “Fair enough,” he says, “Miguel it is.”

Grabbing his groceries and pocketing the change, Derek turns to leave; he’s nearly at the door when Stiles calls out, “By the way, Miguel, if you’re interested, it’s two for one on bags of kibble at the pet store down the street.”

Derek doesn’t look back, doesn’t hesitate, just raises a hand and flips him off on the way out.

#teen wolf #sterek #sciles #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #scott mccall #derek hale #fae!stiles

[secondhand-trash]

Tough Competition

@shinsoubowl​ Week 2019 Day 2 (Prompt: Competition+”Is that really the best you got?”)

A/N: I had such a bad writer's block while writing this one. Thank god I managed to get it done.

Pairing: Shinsou HItoshi x reader

Description: Nothing like a bit of friendy rivalry to get the tension going and affection to blossom.

Word count: 3195

Playlist:

Make You Mine//PUBLIC

Waterloo//ABBA

I Hate Myself for Loving You//Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

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If anything, you had enough self-awareness to admit that you were a ridiculously prideful person. So to see that damn smirk on your opponent’s face when your back hit the mat immediately sent a pang of bitterness straight to the back of your throat.

“Is that really the best you got?”

What a prick.

You groaned at the numbness on your back from the pain, “You have to rub it in, huh?”

Shinsou’s extended hand was left hanging as you got up and walked straight pass him, a hand on your back to ease the discomfort.

Now, before people started to assume things, you did not hate Shinsou. Not really, but you were a really bitter loser and you had never won in a spar against that kid. Never, not once since you started training with him under Aizawa’s instruction.

Perhaps it was the universe’s cue to keep your ego in check when you didn’t make it into Hero Studies in the first place.

To say that you were crushed would be an understatement. It was a reality check that you were, indeed, not as good as you thought you were. But you didn’t just give up, admitting that you failed in achieving your dream would be an even bigger blow to your pride. So you settled for what you could get in the time being and worked twice as hard as you used to, preparing for the day you could finally prove your worth.

You nearly cried in joy when they said that you would be trained to see if you were suitable for moving to Hero Studies next year.

You weren’t so excited to see another person there in the gym though.

Not only was Shinsou somewhat in competition with you for the same goal, he was also ridiculously good at it. He was very serious with the whole thing in the same way as you did which you respected but somehow, he seemed to find amusement in your frustration as much as you were frustrated by him.

“You know, if you stop being such a sore loser, we might actually get along.” you rolled your eyes as you heard his irritating voice when you were about to push open the door to the gym. Another day, another training section with the person who made you grit your teeth every time you talk to him.

You turned around with a glare and exaggeratingly shrugged, “Why are you so interested in getting along with me? As far as I’m concerned, being a lone wolf was your brand.”

You were expecting to see that smirk but you faced him to see that it had dropped. He looked almost sincere and the scrawl on your face went stiff. “Because it took me a while to see that pushing people away won’t get you far,” he said, “we’re actually pretty similar, you and I-”

“Let’s just go back to kicking each other’s ass, it’s more fun that way.” walking pass the door without sparing him another glance, you could hear the sigh from behind your back. If you had to receive a lecture on the importance of peer relationships with someone, it would be the least convincing to get it from Shinsou Hitoshi whose only interaction you had with was beating each other up.

Beads of sweat slid down your forehead as you blocked yet another hit from your opponent, finding the chance to strike back. The gym was filled with the sound of grunting and the squeaking of the hard wooden floor as the fight carried on with a feverish force. It was a level playing field, as much as you were worn out, the heavy breaths and the way his shirt stuck onto his body showed that Shinsou was not exactly having the easiest time fending you off.

You would never give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it out loud but it you were not the one on the receiving end of it, watching Shinsou fight was an enjoyment. It’s the way his body moved, every muscle working together in the swiftest motion and each move was so precise. When you saw him in the Sports Festival, you did not take him as the combat type of person but apparently the training did him well.

Sometimes, you weren’t sure if you could say the same for you.

You were immediately caught off guard when Shinsou decked and moved out of your view. Suddenly, there was a firm grip on your forearm that couldn’t pull back fast enough after your lunge.

Before you knew it, you crashed onto the ground and groaned when you heard the line that you were almost expecting to hear. “Is this really the best you got?”

You snapped your eyes open, disregarding the pain that wanted to force them shut out of instinct, and wanted to snarl at him with a comeback of your own. It took you by surprise when you felt a heavy weight on your shoulder and Shinsou’s face hovering right above yours. He was had both knees on your side, trapping you and keeping you on the floor.

“What the fuck? Get off me-”

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Blood rushed to your face at the close proximity between you and him. You tried to ignore the fact that you could almost feel his shaky breath fanning your face as you retaliated, “Did you heard what you just said to me?”

“What is it about me that made you detest me so much?” his grip on your shoulder tightened slightly as he spoke, “You kept coming back at me with the same attitude when I had been trying to be nice to you. You ignored me when I walk past you in the halls. Look, if this is about what I say to you after we spur, I’m sorry but-”

“I don’t hate you!” you yelled and tried to get out of his grip, you were not ready to have this huge confrontation with him when you yourself had been refusing the mental debate in your head. Did you feel bad for treating him like that? Always, but your guilt was gone every time you felt the chilling wooden floor under your back as you heard his words rang in your ears. It reminded you of your own failure and although it wasn’t fair to blame it on someone who had no business with your own insecurities, you just couldn’t help it from letting your anger out. “I’m a sore loser, you said it yourself. The only reason I’m still here talking to you is because I had to unless I want to just hand away the only shot I have at doing what I want.”

His brows knitted together, a hint of hurt flashing through before a sharp look replaced it in his eyes, “Do you think it’s not the same for me? I could be doing something else that actually benefits me instead of bickering with you but I still tried anyways because I thought we could both use a friend!” He nearly shouted at you with the last sentence and you winced. He let go of yours shoulder and stood up, “But apparently, I was wrong.”

The cold tone in his voice made you shiver. You weren’t sure what that feeling was when you stared at the back view of him walking away, a loud thump from the door echoed in the empty gym as he left. You sat on the floor, still processing what just happened but failed to keep your mind straight at the weight from where he held you down ghosting on your shoulder and that disturbing feeling of the churn in your stomach distracting you.

“Hey! We’re going to this new cafe after school, wanna come?”

“Can’t,” you groaned as you turned down your friend, “had to train with that asshole again.”

Your friend snickered, “What’s going on between you and Shinsou?”

“There is no ‘me and Shinsou’, what are you talking about?” you raised a brow at your friend’s smug smile. You weren’t lying, ever since that day in the gym, he stopped trying to approach you like he did before and you obviously had no intention to reach out to him yourself. You still held on to your argument that you didn’t hate him but it seemed like you couldn’t quite say the same for him with the way he gave you a side eye each time you walked past him. Never one to back down, you would always return with an equally icy glare. Sparring did not go any differently, the two of you were more determined to beat each other than before after you got farther from being friends.

“Oh, please,” you rolled your eyes at their grin and the amused tone they were using, “everyone can feel the tension between you two.”

You let out a soft ‘tch’ in annoyance, “Because we both want to strangle each other?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep denying it,” they smirked, “but the way you two stared each other down? I’m more convinced that you both want to ravish the other person-”

“Ok, how about no?” you ignored their cackling as you swung you bag on your shoulders and made way to the door, “And if you use the word ‘ravish’ again, I will throw up on you.”

You were a prideful person and you knew it but there were times when holding up the wall that was your ego put too much strain on you. You could not take failure, you did not have to be the best at everything but you would not accept the torture that was being anything less than serviceable. It was mid-term season and you had not gotten enough sleep for at least a week. Your progress on hero training was everything but ideal with the standards you put on yourself and you were exhausted. Now that the week was over, there was nothing you wanted to do more than hiding in your dorm room and hibernate.

But no, you had to spend such a beautiful weekend doing extra training with the one person you did not want to see.

Shinsou could sense that something was wrong when you stormed into the gym without acknowledging his presence at all. Normally, there would be at least an eye roll or a glare but you did not even look at him as you threw your stuff down onto the side. Unlike your usual good posture, you shoulders were tensed up and he could almost see a slight hunch on your back. The bags under your eyes could almost rival his own.

“You looked like shit, where have you been?”

He was expecting a snarl and words caught in the back of his throat as he heard a sigh instead. You sounded so tired and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with it. “Look, I really don’t have the energy for this today.” you ran a hand through your hair and tried to concentrate, “Let’s just get this done and over with.”

“Right.” he wasn’t sure it felt weird that you two weren’t bickering because he was always so annoyed by your snarky attitude but he pushed it to the back of his head as the two of you got into position.

Unlike most times, you didn’t strike the first move. It didn’t take a genius to see that your moves were way sloppier than usual. Shinsou had been spurring with you for long enough to see that you were not holding up with your standard performance. At certain moments, he was so sure that you were gonna lose balance and collapse.

“Stop, stop, stop.” you looked at him in confusion when he suddenly gripped your wrist, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“What?” you asked in disbelief as you tried to break free of his grasp.

“I can’t fight you when you are like this.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks as you felt humiliation building up in you. He hadn’t let go of you and you yanked your hand away from him, “I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you.” Shinsou sighed at how difficult you were being, “It’s gonna look bad on me if I win you when you look like you are about to pass out anyways. Let’s just call it quits, ok?”

If it was any times other than now, you would have yelled at him to not go soft on you and carry on with what you were doing. But right now, his offer sounded just a bit too tempting for your worn out self.

Shinsou wasn’t sure why he felt so relieved when you nodded and backed down, going to pack your things without much protest as he thought you would.

“Thanks.” you mumbled as you took the can of soda from his hand. Taking a large gulp, you let out a content sigh as the cold liquid brought you back to life.

You didn’t move away when Shinsou sat down next to you on the bench outside of the gym. He stared at the side of your face as while you lowered your head, your fingers tracing the rim of the can mindlessly. He had never looked at you properly until now, too busy either fighting you off or trying to keep up the part of an eager rival. With your eyes draping down and your lips pursing tightly together to form a frown, he was all too bothered by how distressed you looked for someone who was supposed to hate you.

“Sometimes, I’m not sure if I can convince myself that I’m good enough anymore.” you said with a forced chuckle and the pitiful sound made his heart ache.

“If you’re not good enough then what does that make me?”

You gave him a weak shrug, “Well, someone who could beat me every time, that I am sure of.”

You must be really beaten down to say it out loud. Shinsou furrowed his brows together as he thought hard on what he should say. He thought that he wanted you to admit that he was a worthy opponent but the fact that someone as prideful as you were was basically stepping on themselves, it left a really bad taste in his mouth. This was not like you and despite what you said basically acknowledging his own abilities, it made him feel terrible.

“Are you kidding me? Do you have no idea how much of a hard time you give me every damn time?”

You snorted at his attempt a cheering you up, the corner of his lips tugging upwards as he saw the small smile on your face. “Right.”

“So stop putting yourself down because you’re insulting me in the process.” you gave him a soft swat on the arm as he grinned, “Whatever is bothering you right now, please pull through. I want my tough competition back.”

“God, you are so infuriating!” you laughed and shook your head. Tapping the side of the cold aluminum, you stayed silent for a while before turning to him. “Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Shinsou said in amusement at your attempt to lower your pride. You looked almost flustered just saying that and it was adorable to see you let your guard down around him for once.

For a while, you two just sat there without saying a word. The silence was comforting, something you never expected to feel around Shinsou. As the sun slowly descended, everything was tinted with the golden light and the warmth on your skin reminded you of the comfort of being surrounded by blankets on your own bed.

“I think I should go.” you stood up and turned to face him with you back towards the sunlight. Shinsou could feel the flush on his face and he wasn’t sure if it was the sun or the genuine grin you had on your face that gave him the warmth on his cheeks. “Next time, I’m not losing again.”

He got up and looked at you straight in the eyes, looking more delighted than he was competitive. “We’ll see about that.”

Shinsou was caught off guard when you smiled at him as you entered the gym, not that he was complaining. “Ready to get beaten up?”

“Say that to yourself.”

You two had spurred for countless of times but somehow it felt different this time round. Something clicked and the two of you were more aggressive and less calculated with your moves. Both of you were set to win and you must have snapped out of that bad headspace you were in because Shinsou had never seen you so fierce before, even when you two had all that pent up angst towards each other. At one point, he could not even make a move of his own as he was too busy just blocking your hits. How did you get so much better in the span of days?

There was a glint in your eyes that he had never seen before and it was just enough to distract him for long enough that you managed to break his defense. With a hand gripping onto his upper arm, you tripped him down with a kick and pinned him on the floor. Intimating what he once did to you, you pressed him down and trapped him in between your knees.

You were right above him as you came to the realization that you had won against him for the first time since the training started. Still panting and struggling to gather your breath, you smiled. Not so much because you managed to pin him down, but more for the fact that you could actually do it.

If it had happened a week ago, he would have been infuriated. But now, he could not help it but being mesmerized by how you look hovering above him. Your hair was sticking to your forehead and you were flushed from the fight, would it be wrong if he thought that you looked oddly good? You were so close to him. If he sit up just a little taller, your faces would touch and he was so tempted.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the abrupt peck on your lips. The boy who was still beneath you did not even make that big of a move for you to notice. It you could not see the faint blush on his face, you would have thought that it was an illusion from the adrenaline.

Shinsou was expecting you to slap him or yell at him for kissing you out of nowhere. He wasn’t proud of it, but it was right there and he could not help himself.

His breath stopped as you licked your lips and smirked. “Is that really the best you got?”

Shinsou wasn’t sure if he was more intimidated or turned on by that.

#bnha imagines #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsoubowl week 2019 #shinsoubowl #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #boku no hero academia

[writing-reading-inspiring]

A Maddening World (Peter Parker X Reader) - Chapter Two

Summary:  (y/n) was only trying to get volunteer hours in order to gain admission into NYU. However, the Stark Mental Institution held more than she bargained for when she meets her patient, Peter Parker. She never planned to get mixed up with someone who is set on the idea that an alien named Thanos snapped half of all living creatures away and made everyone else forget, yet here she is. The universe has a funny way of trying to correct itself.

Chapter One  ~  Chapter Two  ~  Chapter Three

‘Hi’. That was it, he only said ‘hi’. 

I started to stutter out my reply, "H-Hi, I'm (y/n), y-your new nurse.” 

He simply nodded at me and turned back around to look out the window. I had to think for a moment to figure out what else to say.

“Uh... the first thing on the schedule is breakfast. Do you eat here or do you-" I was saying before he cut me off. "I eat in the cafeteria like a normal patient, it's on the 2nd floor next to the bathrooms." I didn't know what to think due to his tone. He sounded annoyed that I didn't know what to do, or that I suggested he eats in his room. He coughed and I realized that he was standing at the door waiting for me. "Yeah sorry, I didn't know exactly how it worked. Let's go." We walked in silence to the elevator and got in, the tension growing thicker with every step. "I'm not crazy you know." I was shocked at his sudden words, "What?" "I'm not crazy or a psychopath. I just remember what I’m not suppose to remember. I see nightmares when I'm awake. I'm not crazy though." "I never said you were." "I know what people think and I know what they want to believe. It's not true though." I was angry when he said that, I never even thought that. I hate it when people just assume things about me. I was about to say something, but the elevator doors opened to reveal a hallway that was just as white as the other hallways. Peter seemed to be able to read my mind because the next thing he said was, "All of the hallways are white, they have to be. Other colors could possibly agitate the other patients. In my opinion though, the white is even more aggravating. Staring at nothing but blank walls all day? Yeah, no thanks." "Oh, I guess that makes sense. I’ve always wondered why hospitals only have white walls. I agree with you though, it’s annoying to barely see any color, especially if this is where you live. It’s like there’s no color in life.”

Peter looked at me with with slight acceptance.

“You can say that again. The only color we get is in the recreation room on the 5th floor. Those walls are a lovely beige.”

I couldn't help but laugh at what he said. I’m not quite sure if it was supposed to be a joke or not, but I couldn’t help myself. Thankfully, Peter gave me a slight smirk as he neared a set of double doors.

We walked into a huge room that looked a lot like a school cafeteria. The walls were a faded white that made it seem like this room was the least of the hospitals worries. The lines held a typical steel, buffet style with the limitation of full time kitchen staff members looking over and controlling exactly what each patient gets.

“So, this is the cafeteria. Volunteers can get food here through the shop at the end of the room,” Peter told me while pointing to the very back.

“Thanks, but I ate before I came here. I’m just going to go sit down at a table. Anywhere specific you want to go?”

“Yeah, I usually sit at the back table with Ned, his nurse Betty, and our friend Michelle.” He pointed towards a gray table that a boy and two girls who all looked to be around our age sat.

I gave Peter a slight nod and made my way to the table he indicated as he stepped into line.

As I neared, the boy who I assume is Ned looked up from pushing around his oatmeal. The blond next to him took notice and looked up as well with a smile on her face. The girl at the end of the table looked me up and down as if to see what my weaknesses were and how she could use them if need be.

“Hi, I’m (y/n). I’m a volunteer here and was just assigned to Peter,” I said with as warm of a smile as I could muster. I was becoming very intimidated very fast, which is something I absolutely detest.

“Hi (y/n), I’m Betty, Ned’s nurse,” the blond said while pointing towards the boy next to her. “I’m so glad that you’re a new addition to the hospital.”

I sat down feeling slightly reassured that I got the right table. Peter joined me not even two seconds later with a plate of eggs, bacon, orange juice, and two small pills.

“Hey Peter, what’s up man?” Ned talked to Peter in an excited fashion that made it seem like they haven’t seen each other in five years.

“Not much. Oh, dude, did you see the Star Wars marathon that started? They’re showing them in the wrong order.”

I couldn’t help but give a closed mouth smile at the two interacting. There was something childlike and innocent about it. Almost as if they’d known each other for years and have had this in common for just as long.

I felt the unnerving feeling of eyes on me, so I turned around to discover Brad looking at me. He flashed me a smile as our eyes met and a chill run down my spine. I wasn't able to tell if it was good or not. "So, why are you here? Don't you have something better to do?" 

I was quickly broken out of my trance by an unknown voice. I’m guessing it was the girl at the end of the table by the way the others were looking in her direction. By now I’ve determined that this must be the Michelle Peter was telling me about. "What?" Of course that’s what I go with for my brilliant and witty reply. "Not many people volunteer at a mental hospital. So why did you?" "It's great on college applications and I wanted to make a difference." "For some reason I don't believe you." She wasn't necessarily wrong. I came for the college applications and because Liz dragged me along. It was mostly because of Liz. “MJ, she just started, give her a break.” It was Ned who came to my rescue. I shot him a smile to show my appreciation. 

“I’m just saying it’s odd. It’s almost as if she’s hiding a secret. So … are you (y/n)? Are you hiding a secret?”

“Not one that I can think of. I’m sorry if that’s disappointing.”

She leaned back and eyed me up and down again. After she was done, she shot me a smirk and went back to her cereal.

The rest of breakfast was spent in an awkward silence as everyone finished their meal.

One Peter was done, we headed back to his room, where I had to wait outside so he can change. After about 2 minutes, he opened the door to let me in. I sat on a chair next to the window while he brushed his teeth and brushed his hair (though it didn't really help). 

It was around 8:50 when he was done, so I knew we had to get him to therapy. "Peter, your therapy session is in 10 minutes. Where is it?" "Happy really didn't tell you anything did they?" "Happy?" I was confused as to who he was referring to.

“Mr. Hogan. His first name is Happy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little, “That’s kind of ironic. But in that case, yeah, he really didn’t tell me much.” "Technically, if I don't tell you, then I don't have to go to therapy with Mr. Beck." "Nice try, but I'm sure I can get someone to help me."

He gave out an exaggerated sigh. "It's on floor 9, but I don't think they will let you sit in the room." "That's fine, but we have to go now." Again there was an awkward silence as we made the short journey. Never before have I been so grateful to step out of an elevator. He lead me to a wooden door labeled 'Dr. Beck’s office'. Peter knocked on the door and you could hear a thump and a loud curse from within. "Peter there you are," a man who I presumed was Dr. Beck, opened the door. I took a minute to process what he looked like. He was a well built man whose dark brown hair was slicked back slightly. His eyes were a memorizing blue and he had a short beard growing. He wore a white shirt with navy dress pants and black dress shoes. He was altogether a handsome man who was probably way too old for me (which is honestly a tragedy). He looked at the watch on his wrist and gave a teasing smile, "Wow, you're actually on time today. I usually see you at least 10 minutes late." "Yeah, this one made me actually leave on time. The audacity," Peter teased back while gesturing towards me. Dr. Beck looked at me up and down and suddenly his demeanor changed. "And who may you be?" "I'm (y/n), his new nurse." I reached out my hand and he took it, shaking it for just a tad bit too long. "You’re part of the new volunteer program. That means your in college correct?" "I’m about to be, yes," I said analyzing the way he was looking at me. He almost seemed to be checking me out. I’m really starting to like this hospital for all the wrong reasons. "Well I'm afraid to inform you that you can't sit in on the appointment, but I'll talk to you about it later."

His words got me out of my head, "Of course, thank you." I took a seat on a bench that was outside the office as they both went in. I saw Dr. Beck look at me again before he disappeared into the office. I sat there on my phone and looked over some of the papers that were in the folder to try and pass the time. It must have worked because before I knew it, Peter was done and Dr. Beck was pulling me aside. "Listen, miss (y/n). Sorry, I’m I correct to assume it’s miss?”

“Yes, it’s miss.”

“Good, well then, miss (y’n), I’m sure that you’ve read about Peter’s condition in the folder they provided to you.” I shook my head in confirmation as he smiles back. “That makes this easier then. Basically, Peter is still believing in this fantasy of his. He keeps insisting that these ‘superheroes’ called the Avengers were around and no one remembers them bringing back half the population after five years and then some Thanos guy got rid of half the population again. I’ve tried talking through it with him and assure him that everything is fine, but he is holding on to this illusion. I advise you to be careful about what you say in order to not upset him. That would be the best way to ensure you’re kept safe," he said and touched my arm at the end. I said my thanks to him and made my way back to Peter.

As we were walking down the hall when he suddenly stopped. "Are you okay?," he asked me. "What do you mean?" "I mean, Mr. Beck was kind of coming on to you and I want to make sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. He’s usually a nice guy, but I just want to make sure you’re okay." I couldn't help but grin at his concern for me. "I'm fine, don't worry about me. How about you? You were in there for 2 hours." "I'm fine. He doesn’t usually flirt with me like that,” Peter said with a teasing tone. "Oh, I see what you’re doing, Parker. It’s fine, don’t tell me, spare my feelings. He does that to everyone, doesn’t he? Oh, how will my heart go on,” I joked back dramatically We continued to laugh as we walked down the hall to the elevator. He pushed the button for the first floor. "It's your free time, so what do you want to do?" "I want to show you something," he said as he took my hand and lead me out of the elevator. 

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[thisizaraisu]

Fall 2020 Superlatives

I definitely turned this season into a massive undertaking. After graduating college, I found a lot of free time on my hands, and in a season with 38 brand-new shows there were a good number of them that appealed to me. I started with 18 series on my docket and only ended up watching 11 of them the whole way through. Still, I ended up with plenty of options for this season’s Superlatives, so enjoy my terrible opinions as I hand out these awards.

Best OP

Most of the shows this season had OPs that were at least passable, but there were only a small handful that I felt were remarkable in any sense. In terms of visuals and tone-setting I think I Believe What You Said from Higurashi NEW is phenomenal, but there’s one thing that’s really holding it back and that’s the facial animations because they are REALLY bad. Literature from Majo no Tabitabi is also great from a visual standpoint but the song isn’t quite as breathtaking as the landscapes. There is ONE OP this season, however, that hit all the right notes... no pun intended.

Winner: “Dying Wish” - Moriarty the Patriot

Dying Wish immediately establishes Moriarty the Patriot as something special. It’s gritty and sinister, and the visuals reflect this tone perfectly. The ominous London backdrop complimented by the intense chorus and strings sent chills down my spine the first time I saw it. There’s knife fights, gun fights, Moriarty jumps off Big Ben and points a gun at his own head, it’s a great 90 second sequence that manages to be more tense than Higurashi NEW’s OP in part because of how grounded it is. This is one of those OPs that I just love everything about, and I had a strong feeling this would be my pick for Fall 2020′s best OP right after my first viewing.

Honorable Mentions: -”I Believe What You Said” - Higurashi NEW -”Higher’s High” - Warlords of Sigrdrifa -”Literature” - Majo no Tabitabi -”Needleknot” - Ikebukuro West Gate Park -”Kaikai Kitan” - Jujutsu Kaisen

Best ED

Winner: “Lost in Paradise” - Jujutsu Kaisen

Yeah I’m not even gonna bother with any build-up here. I mean, what else could it possibly be? Lost in Paradise is one of the greatest visual and auditory treats that I’ve ever seen not just in an anime, but in any form of media, and I can easily call it my favorite anime song of all time. Its visual style is just as fun as the song itself, it’s jazzy and upbeat and hits you with that perfect feeling of whiplash immediately after a tense conclusion to most episodes, setting things up perfectly for Juju Stroll. It’s just a perfect sequence in every sense of the word.

Honorable Mentions: -”Sayonara Namida” - Warlords of Sigrdrifa (Seriously in any other season this would have been an easy winner) -”Etoile” - Noblesse

Worst OP

This is an award that I probably won’t be handing out too often. Even the shows that I found more mediocre this season like Ikebukuro West Gate Park or Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear have really good OPs. That said, if you’ve been following the blog you know there’s one OP from this season that I absolutely detest.

Winner: “STEAL!!” - Akudama Drive

I love Akudama Drive, I think it’s a stylistically brilliant show with great fights and characters, as well as one of the most satisfying conclusions a single-season anime original could possibly offer. That being said, HOLY FUCK is this song terrible. Seriously, you have to actively TRY to make a song this bad. It’s essentially just the words “KISS ME” looped over and over, with constantly varying tempos and no effort to hit the right notes. It’s a shame too because like the rest of the show, the visuals are really cool, but it’s held back so much by just how god-awful the vocals are. My least favorite moment in the entire show is the bit towards the end of the finale where they play the OP in the background during the chase scene because I had to mute a goddamn chase scene. There aren’t many shows where I’ll always skip the OP no matter what mood I’m in, but Akudama Drive is definitely one of them. STEAL!! is ear-bleeding garbage and the one positive about Akudama Drive coming to a close is that I’ll never have to subject my ears to the screeching of KISS ME KISS ME KISS ME ever again.

Most Pleasant Surprise

I was going to make this a tie between two series originally, but as it turns out, they have a very common trait between them. What do I mean, you may ask?

Winner: A-1 Pictures

A-1 Pictures hit me with two shows this season that I absolutely love: Hypnosis Mic and Warlords of Sigrdrifa. Going into Fall 2020 and poring through every synopsis to see what shows would interest me, both of these were the two shows that really had me going back and forth, internally debating whether or not I should watch them. In the end, I decided to take a chance on them, thinking that if I didn’t enjoy them all that much I could say I tried and move on. What I ended up with were two of my top 5 shows this season, and shows that I would unironically give an 8/10 to. Hypnosis Mic was just a TON of fun to watch every week with stunningly well-implemented CG animation, diverse characters, great music and a lot of personality. Sigrdrifa is a much more serious, emotionally-charged series that baits you in with promises of cute anime girls only to expertly deliver themes of coping with failure and discovering who your true family is. A-1 Pictures absolutely KILLED it for me this season, and I’ll definitely be keeping an eye on their works for Winter 2021 in the hopes of finding another set of hidden gems.

Also the Sigrdrifa dub is pretty damn good too.

Biggest Disappointment

There were two strong contenders for this award, so I really had to sit and ask myself: which one gave me less to enjoy than the other? In the end the conclusion I reached was about what I expected.

Winner: Burn the Witch

I’ve already talked at-length about why I absolutely hate Burn the Witch. It’s a terrible excuse for a movie that’s completely dedicated to the idea of doing nothing with its characters (except Balgo who is the worst character I’ve seen in an anime), with an insultingly bad conclusion and the animation being the only PASSABLE aspect of it all. Even after dropping 7 shows this season, the only competition Burn the Witch really had was Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear, but at the end of the day my disappointment with that show was based on my personal expectations (and love of BOFURI) vs reality. Burn the Witch is terrible on its own, and is completely deserving of this distinction.

Best Character

Winner: Satoru Gojo - Jujutsu Kaisen

I’ll be blunt, I don’t watch many shonen anime, so for me to really get into a shonen series, it needs a strong selling point. Obviously the shonen I have the most experience with is JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, and the selling point for that series was honestly the memes. Jujutsu Kaisen, on the other hand, had me sold on the strength of its characters. Itadori is a great lead, but Gojo stands tall above the rest. Jujutsu Kaisen perfectly balances his overpowered nature with his fantastic comedic relief potential, and I love every scene he’s in whether it’s a fight or a joke. I’m definitely excited to see what Gojo has to offer in Jujutsu Kaisen’s 11 remaining episodes.

Honorable mentions: -Syalis - Maoujou de Oyasumi -Swindler - Akudama Drive -Sonoka - Warlords of Sigrdrifa -Ramuda - Hypnosis Mic

Worst Character

Winner: Balgo - Burn the Witch

I HATE YOU. Not even gonna waste any more time on this one.

Honorable mentions: -Shimamura - Adachi and Shimamura

Best Scene

Winner: Brawler vs Executioner (Akudama Drive, episode 6)

HOW DO YOU CHOREOGRAPH A FIGHT THIS PERFECT? IN AN ANIME-ORIGINAL SERIES, NO LESS???

Everything about this fight is objectively perfect. The innovative uses of the setting, the incredible rain effects, the weight behind every punch, the emotional climax, every second, every blow, is just jaw-dropping perfection. The fact that there was no source material behind this scene to make it such a perfect sequence is baffling to me, and it was the scene that cemented Akudama Drive as something truly special to me.

Best Episode

Winner: A Deep Sorrow from the Past (Majo no Tabitabi)

Majo no Tabitabi has three episodes alone that were in contention for this award, but in the end, A Deep Sorrow from the Past hits harder than any other episode this season (figuratively not literally, read the paragraph above for the episode that literally hits hardest). For an episodic and often comedic show like Majo no Tabitabi to so perfectly present an emotional, legitimately horrifying story of betrayal, I was totally blindsided. There were many good episodes this season and I’m definitely gonna have a few honorable mentions here, but this still feels like an obvious award to give.

Honorable mentions: -”The Princess Without Subjects” - Majo no Tabitabi -”The Two Apprentices” - Majo no Tabitabi -”Tateyama Castle Swimsuit Skirmish!” - Warlords of Sigrdrifa -”BROTHER” - Akudama Drive -”Marriage” - Tonikaku Kawaii

Worst Episode

This award would be too easy to give to a show that I’ve dropped, so I’m going to set a rule right here and now, I can only give this award to a show I’ve watched all the way through.

Winner: The Day of Battling Tiles (The Day I Became a God)

Say what you will about The Day I Became a God, I definitely found it enjoyable for the most part and even found the ending to be rather satisfying. Episode 4, however, was definitely the biggest roadblock. Like most Jun Maeda shows, the comedy in the show’s opening half was rather stellar, but The Day of Battling Tiles didn’t make me laugh so much as scratch my head and wonder “What the hell were they thinking?” Like I don’t even hate Tengan but I just didn’t find the idea of a newswoman getting turned on by a minor because he made up some shit about mahjong that funny, and it isn’t even the moral aspect that bothers me so much as just how uncomfortable the whole thing feels as it drags on. Also I can’t decide if I’d like or dislike this episode more if I actually knew anything about Mahjong.

Anime of the Season

There were some phenomenal shows this season. Jujutsu Kaisen, Sigrdrifa, Hypnosis Mic, Moriarty and Tonikawa are all shows that are going to hold a place in my heart going forward, but you know damn well that there’s one that stands above the rest.

Winner: Akudama Drive

Akudama Drive is the best anime that I’ve actually watched on a weekly basis. I know I just talked shit about the OP but it’s literally the only thing I dislike about this show. Akudama Drive is the Suicide Squad premise done as right as possible, the cyberpunk aesthetic is incredible, the action is expertly choreographed with Brawler vs Executioner being the greatest fight I’ve seen in anime, the story is full of wild dystopian twists and turns while still making some sense in context, the characters are irredeemable as they should be, and the conclusion is satisfying to a degree that I did not anticipate. There’s seriously almost nothing to dislike here, and honestly I was ready to hand this award out by the end of episode 6. Thank you Studio Pierrot for this absolute gem of a show.

#anime #anime review #awards #fall 2020 #Seasonal anime

[vangoddamn]

Every other emotion

Promt: could you write maybe something where van and the reader are competetive, alomost like they hate each other but they’re too stubborn to admit themselves that they have feelings for ech other? 

Warning: Swearing, kinda fluffy at the end, minor sexual abuse

A/N: Hope this is ok, quite like the ending, thanks for the suggestion! Love Em xx

“Van! Turn your fucking music down I’m tryin to do some work in here!” I yelled over the top of his shit ‘the streets’ album. I had one of my final papers to hand in soon and I was stessed to say the least. Bondy had said Van could crash at ours for a coupla weeks for some interviews they had and I was fuming. Van had always, as soon as Johnny joined his band, made it his life’s mission to ruin mine. I couldn’t stand him and more than a week with him meant alot of mental breakdowns and my temper to shoot through the roof.

“Chill, love” He said, whilst rolling his eyes and turned it down by a notch “Thought this was ya fave track?” The smirk on his face with his sarcasm made me want to slap it right off, but for Bondy’s sake I sighed deeply and went back to writing.

I was always quite content on my own, never really having a big group of friends. It was always me, Becks, Bondy and Lou. Then things changed, I went to uni with Becks, Lou travelled the world and Johnny joined Catfish. The start of the end of my world! 

I finally got into the zone again and submitted the last of all my assignments, meaning the end of Uni! Bondy had decided we should go out at the end of the week and I was buzzing for it. Until then I had to cope with being stuck in a flat with Van.

I shuffled into the kitchen feeling a little restless and bored to see all the lids over playing fifa. I made my way over to the end of the sofa where Bondy was sat with his controller and sat on the side. He was playing against Larry and majorly loosing.

“aaawww Bonds, look give it ere” I said whilst he gave up handing me the controller. I was a boss at Fifa, always playing against my younger brother when he came over.

“Nah, that’s not fair!” Larry winged, knowing my skills. But Van being the cocky bastard he was, stood up saying he’d challenge me anyday.

“Go on then” I egged him on wanting to see his face when he inevatably lost. He swanned over to the controller Larry held out to him.

The game started strong on my side and it was clear I was winning. By the look on Vans face he was suprised until he started to get back on it. I was three, two to me but he’d just scored making me a little tense by our sudden evens. I grit my teeth until the game ended and we drew. That was even worse than losing I thought to myself. The look on his face was not what I had anticipated and I was to say the least a little pissed off. I didn’t know why but I always got that little bit more riled up him. He did something to make me tick and blood boil.

“Sorry y/n, maybe next time” he beamed clearly pleased with himself knowing he’d got the better of me.

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It was Friday finally and me and Becks were getting ready in our finery. I’d decided to go with a simple black number with a pair of heels to match. Becks had always been prettier than me and her long blond flowing hair made people stare at her through the streets. She wore a short red dress with a corset type lace back, extravigant to match her personality.

It didn’t take long for me to get ready with minimal make up so we all headed off to town. The clubs were raging and I made my way to the bar asking for shots. Unfortunately Van got there before me and it wasn’t long before we were teasting each other with our alcahol tolerance. Shot by shot we had pretty much gone through every spirit you could imagine, although throughout not one of us backed down. Instead we just stared harder into each others eyes. I think it must’ve been the alcahol but I was finding things in Vans eyes I’d never seen before. The pool of blue, with hint of green and brown swirled into it transfixed me and for a moment I spaced out until he nudged me saying he won and I was weak. 

There he went again, making me hate him with his arrogance and know it all demeanor. I stumbled to the dance floor finding Benji and Becks dancing togethr. I liked them two and always thought they’d be good together. Bondy found me soon after asking if I wanted a smoke, I accepted his proposal and he led me outside arms linked around my body.

“I saw you with, Van earlier, you got the hots for him” he chuckled to himself trying to tease me knowing full well it would work.

“Ew!” I pulled away from him, screwing my face up in discust at the thought of that cocky boy. “Bonds what the hell?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see your little stare, I’ve seen that look from both of ya before and come on you’ve been flirting with him for years like”

“Bonds, let’s get this straight! I detest Van and will for the rest of my life, I’d rather die than talk to him for more than ten minutes!” I slurred mixing some of the words up on the way.

“y/n, You were drinking with him at the bar for over an hour and I bet ya my whole life savings your just doin what ya always do to lads.” He stated plainly, slightly startling me as if he were pointing out the obvious. He was right though, I’d always had tendencies to push people away but my drunk mide didn’t register that.

“Nah, Bonds your waaaay wrong” I sighed whilst letting out a huff of smoke. as I did Van came wondering out with some girl wrapped round him like some kind of pet. I physically wretched from the sight or maybe it was the alcahol but soon after I felt my blood begin to boil and rushed into the club again making it my mission to find someone.

It didn’t take too long as it was late and most guys were drunk an gagging for it. The guy I’d found looked like an idiot, someone I’d never go for and would probably leave once he got what he wnated. Perfect.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a messy kiss, dragging him outside. I never was the type to really do this but somehow I was feeling different. I saw Becks give me a funny look but I carried on. It wasn’t long until we were outside ,where Van and his ‘pet’ once were, and random kissing guy with too much tongue started to go for more. 

Suddenly I didn’t really want to do this and maybe this was all because of Van. I tried to resist him and tell him to sstop but he wasn’t, forcefully he jammed his knee between my thighs and ground me into the wall. I tride to scream out but nothing was to be heard. I kind of blanked out for a second until I felt the man being pulled away from me and I heard shouting.

I tried to tune in quickly realising that the random guy was being pushed to the ground and punched by none other than Van. The guy ran off as Van came too check if I was ok. I was so confused, if he hated me so much why do something like that for me?

“Shit y/n, are you ok? Did he hurt you?” Van fussed over me and checked for any sign of damage to my body. Again in my drunk state of mind I got lost inhis eyes, Drowning in the deep pools of blue. I clearly worried him not answering and he brushed his thumb down my cheek.

He decided he’d take me home slinging my arm round his shoulder as he held my weight. I suddenly felt a feeling of dissapointment in him and myself. Maybe Bondy ws right, maybe I did like him, maybe he liked me. Feelings were never my thing and as I sorted through everything about van in my head I subconsciously made a pro con list. I didn’t quite know why, since I met him I only felt pure hatrid towards him and the feeling was always mutual. It was almost a safety blanket to hae each other. But as soon as I saw him with another girl that blanket got stollen away from me, and I wanted it back.

“Van...” I started

“y/n....”

“where’d that girl go?”

“Oh .....Umm she left.” He hesitated slightly and I wondered why. The thinking made me stop and I became confused. “Come on idiot, you’ll freeze to death if you stand there all night” He mocked trying to get back to our old habits.

“Yeah ok...” I hung my arm round his shoulder again and he put his jacket round me. 

Once we got to the door of the apatement I couldn’t help but feel different. I knew I was drunk but something had changed and I couldn’t work out what. I stumbled to my room as Van dissapeared into Lous old one. I changed into some comfier clothes and tried to get dome sleep but it was useless. The thoughts in my mind killing me. I was usually so stubborn and I knew what I wanted but tonigt I didn’t and it scared me.

I got up not really knowing what I was doing and whent to my door to find someone was already there, thinking the same as me. And no sooner did I open that door was I met with a pair of lips colliding with mine. For a moment I forgot who I was and kissed back. It felt natural as his tongue rolled against mine. But suddenly reality hit and I pulled away confused, shocked and every other emotion.

He smiled back at me shyly and I realised, I was an idiot. I leant back into his lips feeling confused but safe at the same time. Nothing as I knew it would be the same and I’d probably owe Bondy alot of money.

#van #vanfic #van mccann #bondy #benji blakeway #Catfish and the Bottlemen #Bob Hall #larry lau #fluff #cute

[maverick-werewolf]

This is a weird one but I'm curious. With werewolf stories there come a couple of cliches/tropes used when telling a story. I want to do a story about cliches and the topic of werewolves come into it. So my question... what cliches/tropes do you associate with werewolves? Can be what you like or don't like - thanks and sorry for such a weird ask ^^

(Sorry this took me so long to get around to; I really need to catch up on my ask backlog.)

I love all asks, including weird ones! Not that I’d call this one terribly weird, really.

There are a lot I associate with them, and plenty I do not like. Let me see if I can do a quick list. I said “quick” when I first wrote this post, then I wrote a small book, apologies in advance.

Note that pretty much any of these can be done well, and I’ll probably mention that. But there are some I truly cannot abide on a personal level.

One of these lists is longer than the other. Note I am doing tropes I actually have seen in popular culture, not ones I’d like to see, since that’d be a totally different topic and an even longer post! I also have a post here for a few little tips about writing werewolves/werecreatures.

Ones I like:

Eating people - Okay, so it was weird to open with this. But I like werewolves that eat people. Some people don’t. I do. I like them being big scary man-eating monsters. They can eat people and still be good (only eat bad people!), or they can be feral monsters with a taste for human flesh. I just like werewolves that eat people because… I just do. I also like them eating people alive in every sense of the word, as I covered in another fact (but not being mega stupid about it like wolves often were in later folk tales).

Voracious in general/insatiable - And taking off that first one, I do like werewolves that are voracious in general and/or have insatiable appetites. It’s a wolf trope, yeah. But I love it. The normal guy eats a steak. The werewolf eats like 8 giant steaks and is hungry again in a few hours. It’s fun!

Werewolves as wolves - In contrast to one on the list of things I don’t like, I enjoy werewolves exploring their wolfish side and/or exhibiting it, even in human form. It can be done horribly, of course, and I think it is immensely, endlessly silly when all werewolves in a setting are this way, but a few of them ending up like this (especially ones closer to their wolf side somehow) can be great. I am biased, of course, because the protagonist in a series of medieval fantasy werewolf novels I’ve been working on my entire life is a lot like this. The instincts, the love of raw meat… all that stuff. Not the overly silly stuff (more on that in “werewolves as dogs” and “dog jokes,” but the interesting, badass, wolfish stuff.

Moon association - I do actually like the pop culture association with werewolves and the moon.

Werewolves as guardians/protectors - This is a fairly rare one, but I do enjoy it when werewolves are guardians or protectors of something, like goodness in general, or guardians of nature, and all that sort of thing. Now, if they’re just guardians to some macguffin thing or some other very specific thing and it turns them into basically guardian golems or something? That’s pretty lame. But it can be cool. And werewolves as protectors of the innocent, that kind of stuff (like occurred in legend pretty often, as I’ve mentioned in several werewolf facts).

Dark forests - I love me some classic dark forest setting with a werewolf in it, and a distant, chilling howl when in creepy, foggy woods at night.

Loyal to the core - A trope among some werewolves is that they are super loyal. I like that.

Bloodthirsty - This doesn’t mean “evil,” this just means… well, bloodthirsty. I don’t like it as a trait for “all” werewolves, like all werewolves in a setting, but a bloodthirsty werewolf character, always itching for a fight and enjoying the smell of spilt blood? I have biases. My protagonist in Wulfgard is one, and I love them.

Basically the Hulk - The Hulk would be awesome if he was a werewolf, because he’s a lot of my favorite werewolf tropes. You won’t like him when he’s angry/volatile temper that will destroy everything, but when turned, he’s actually a good, gentle giant who saves people, despite his own opinions about his other form. (I am talking classic Hulk; newer Hulk stuff has, IMO, not reflected this very well, or else chosen simply not to do that/explore it)

Painful/traumatic transformation - I love painful transformations. I do not like some kinds of transformations (I detest the skin flaying/wolf bursting out of a person/etc), but make it hurt. Make them scream. Traumatize anyone who has to see or so much as hear it and traumatize the werewolf if they remember it. I am cruel.

Werewolf angst - Okay, so I know a lot of people in werewolf circles moan about “werewolf angst.” I like it. There. I said it. It can be done horribly, of course, and it’s often overused, but this is absolutely no reason to condemn it altogether. It can still make for a truly awesome story.

Noble werewolves - A personal favorite, obviously!

Werewolves are sexy/more attractive than most people - I mean. I’m okay with this. I like the whole primal sexiness thing, as silly and overdone as it can be at times. Don’t you want someone with a wild side? And all that.

Involuntary transformation - I also like this in general. It can be done horribly, just like anything else, but usually I like it a lot and prefer it to werewolves just being a superpower you can flick on and off (although those can be done well, too, for sure, and I do not dislike voluntary transformation).

Ones I do not like:

Dog jokes (barking, sniffing crotches, peeing everywhere, chasing things, etc.) - Unpopular opinion time! Get all of this away from me. Far away. It is not funny, it is so old and worn out and absolutely overused and predictable now, and can we please stop turning werewolves into jokes and actually take them seriously ever? It’s truly terrible and the biggest factor that set me on this path to try to convince the world to take werewolves seriously again. And the second a werewolf barks, I am out and you will never see me again. Wolves. Do not. Bark. (It felt very good to vent this, even if I will probably get trolled and flamed into oblivion later.)

Werewolves as dogs - Generally having any dog-like qualities; goes hand in hand with the previous one. Please at least treat them like wild animals, because they are wolves, not domesticated. They do not have domesticated dog instincts. They do not have domesticated dog qualities. They are half man, half wolf.

Plague - I do not like this modern idea that werewolves are basically disease victims, especially since lycanthropy was not considered a “disease” until fairly recently. That they are only dangerous because they are diseased, not because they’re giant hulking intelligent monsters that can kill you with ease and are borderline invincible. I don’t mind the “lycanthropy as a disease” thing, or the transmission by bite - I think it can be done well and I use the bite transmission myself. I just do not think it should be presented as a plague, and anything that uses phrases like “werewolf infestation” will immediately raise my ire. Werewolves are not plague rats.

Only dangerous in packs and/or giant hordes like zombies - This goes a lot with the previous one. In a lot of things, werewolves are only dangerous in giant hordes and are basically zombies. I also don’t like the idea that werewolves are only dangerous in a pack. An individual werewolf should be more than capable and terrifying enough on its own.

Always evil - I hate this so much. This is easily one of the main things I am fighting against with werewolves. That’s all I have to say, except for things I have already said, and unless I want to rewrite my entire 150+ page thesis here in this blog post.

Werewolves as just plain stupid - This infuriates me. This is a thing for wolves and werewolves alike: they are often just stupid. Dumb. Unintelligent. They do dumb things. In folklore, the wolf is even described by scholars from the Middle Ages as “stupid.” That is absolutely ridiculous. Werewolves were very smart in folklore, and in fact that was a huge part of what made them scary (their human intelligence), and not the modern day “don’t worry it’ll bash itself against the wall in a mad fit until it dies” werewolves.

Scared of fire and/or weak to it - Berserkers and some other werewolves were specifically described as being “immune to fire.” And why would a werewolf be scared of fire, like someone waving a torch around? They’re half human. They know what fire is.

Random encounter/common monster - Werewolves should be powerful, scary, and viewed with at least some amount of awe. There shouldn’t be something such as monster hunters hoping for “a run-of-the-mill werewolf attack.” There should be nothing run of the mill about werewolves, that cheapens them immensely. A werewolf or werewolves shouldn’t be the random encounter you roll in your tabletop game (they are also often immensely low level and it pains me), because that’s also cheapening them into simple, unscary, uninteresting cannon fodder.

Werewolves as sexual predators/serial killers/cannibals/crazy people in general - This came from werewolves being turned into crazy people/being a werewolf being considered merely a form of madness. It’s… bad. It helped spawn the whole “all werewolves are evil” thing that the Early Modern Period tried to popularize (and succeeded), and werewolves were never associated with sexual assault, etc. And yes, I know of the “werewolf trials” that were rebranded into werewolf trials that were about people who did things like that, but those were witches (more on the main culprit here).

Werewolves vs vampires - It’s very overdone. It can be done well, but it usually isn’t, and it’s considered the “default” today despite having no folkloric precedence and that just kind of irks me. It also considerably cheapens them both and makes pretty much all the characters of either type just end up revolving around each other and/or the conflict in some way or another, and they basically never get to be their own character(s).

Association with Victorian England - I am very tired of this one.

Association with demons and/or witches - Werewolves are not unholy and they’re so much more than just witches. The latter is a theme throughout my werewolf facts.

“I’m not actually a werewolf”/Just call them werewolves - Okay, so this is a pretty big irksome one for me. A werewolf is a werewolf is a werewolf. Werewolf means someone who turns into a wolf or wolf-man hybrid. “Wolf shifters” are werewolves, regardless of if they follow Hollywood werewolf tropes (because those are just Hollywood, too!). Worgen are werewolves. You don’t have to call them something weird in order for them to be cool and/or to justify them not holding to Hollywood werewolf tropes, especially since most things call vampires “vampires” and that’s just fine. Let’s remove the weird stigma around the word “werewolf” (back to the not taking them seriously thing, and in some cases, assuming they are all/making them all evil). This also applies to things like Twilight (side-note: I do not hate Twilight), where the “werewolves” turn around and say oh, no, we’re not werewolves, we are just people who turn into wolves [which is what werewolves are], werewolves are evil. Right, okay.

Gornography - I like werewolves and gore just fine, don’t get me wrong. Werewolves would maul people. Yes. They are huge and have huge claws and fangs and they’d be covered in blood. Werewolves and gore is awesome. But I do not like werewolves existing solely for the gore shock value and/or people who are into all the gore. They are often cheapened in this way, and it’s lame.

Werewolf names - I mean, sometimes they’re okay, and they can be done well. But Remus Lupin? Fenrir Greyback? Ms Lupescu? Can… we please make the werewolf character(s) have any character traits other than “I’m a werewolf!”? And maybe they shouldn’t broadcast their lycanthropy to the world. Characters with names like these come across as insanely contrived, namely (pun intended) if they aren’t born as werewolves to proud werewolf parents who want to name their kid(s) something like that. If they were turned later in life? That’s… convenient. And names like that really imply they are one-note characters, whether they really are or not (though they often are, sadly).

Werewolves super easily and sometimes instantly killed - “All we need is a [one] silver bullet!” says pop culture. Good grief. Gimme a break.

The werewolf always dies - This is a thing. The werewolf always has to die. Individual werewolf, a group of werewolves… they always die and/or are wiped out. The Wolf Man (1941) kind of started this, and everyone picked up on it (look at the overwhelming majority of horror movies after that, with a rare exception of Wolf [1994]), right down to werewolf side characters like the ones in Harry Potter and The Graveyard Book. For some reason, the werewolf and/or werewolves usually have to die, and often we see an end to the “curse.” Put frankly, that’s lame. This is one of many reasons why I love that Red Riding Hood (2011) movie so much (I have another post on that, for anyone interested).

Okay, so not all of those are tropes, but I had an opportunity to rant and I’m afraid I went and took it. Sorry!

I, of course, can be made to like most any werewolf as long as they are scary, intimidating, preferably big, do not have to work in groups in order to be formidable at all (a single werewolf should be a huge problem), are taken seriously (preferably no dog jokes; dog jokes instantly fill me with primal rage because they are dumb and overused and cheapen werewolves immensely and I hate them and sorry if that was candid), are not plague rats/zombie plague (there are not thousands of them in droves, are only dangerous in hordes, and are slaughtered en masse with great ease, and are only dangerous because they can “infect” others), aren’t always villains, don’t always have to die, and… that somewhat covers it. And I already said those things. Why did I repeat myself? I really dunno.

*deep breath*

That doesn’t cover all of the tropes on either side, by any means - I think about werewolves all the time, so I could definitely think up more, and I’m sure there are a lot more out there. But this is a honkin’ big list anyway, so it’s good for starters. Hope that helps! And thank you for asking. :D

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[werejusttouchingeachother]

Surprise Me

Summary: You are a food critic and the new restaurant that you decide to review has an unexpected familiar face—Chef!Doyoung au

Genre: smut ®

Words: 9192 (I… I have no excuses.)

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

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You push open the large glass doors to Timeless, the restaurant that was mentioned over and over again in your inbox and social media for weeks on end now, the hottest new place that everyone was raving about. You take off your Ray Bans, pushing it back into your hair as you enter the warmly-lit eatery. You approach a table right near the window that looks out into the busy street, pretending to not notice how all the waiters’ and waitresses’ eyes immediately widen as they see you and glance at each other in mild panic. Hiding a small smirk, you settle down in your seat and cross your legs, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders as you casually look around.

It hadn’t been long since you got the verified mark on Twitter and Instagram—the 21st century equivalent to being of any importance. After months of posting reviews on popular bistros and restaurants in town on your blog only to be read by about three or four hundreds of people, you decided to mix it up and unleash a bit of your restrained thoughts. Pretty soon, your unfiltered and searing comments, blunt observations with its raw honesty were driving in hordes of readers. In their words (or meme responses, to be absolutely precise), “Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?”

They either loved every word that you wrote or detested you with every fibre of their being. The latter group was smaller in number because contrary to popular belief, you were honest and the people trusted your opinions, whether they hated it or not. Nevertheless, you didn’t mind it—in fact, you enjoyed the controversy since that was exactly what made you stand out amongst the other million food bloggers and what put you on the map.

You stared at the small golden paper plane-shaped lights that hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room as you ignored the waiters arguing over who would wait your table in your peripheral view.

Two of them played a game of rock, paper and scissors and the winner let out a frustrated groan that was loud enough to grab enough attention. With a tight-lipped smile, he quickly approached your table.

“Hello, miss, my name is Jungwoo and I’ll be your waiter for the afternoon,” he says in a practiced-cheerful tone with an equally practised wide grin to match.

You give him a smile as you lean back in your seat, crossing arms. “Hi, Jungwoo. I’m Y/N.”

He gives you a small uneasy look, shifting slightly. “I know.”

“Oh?” You feign innocence, raising an eyebrow.

“Petty Gluttony,” he says your blogger name. “PG. You’re the food critic.”

“I’d hardly call myself a critic,” you say, placing your phone down on the table. “Just a humble blogger.”

Jungwoo looks like he wants to comment on the ‘humble’ bit for a moment but thinks better of it and settles with a hesitant, “… Right. Anyway, what would you like to have today, miss?”

“Whatever is best,” you reply, shaking your head at the menu that he held out to you as you leaned back, crossing your arms. “Chef’s special. Your recommendations. Most popular favourites. Anything. Surprise me, Jungwoo.”

“What?” Jungwoo blinked, glancing back at the counter with furrowed eyebrows before looking back at you. “Um. Okay.”

You smile at him as he scurries to the kitchen doors. The blond waiter at the counter glances at you briefly before heading in the same direction. You smile and take your phone, glancing through your Instagram as you open the restaurant’s page. You’re scrolling through comments on a photo of bruschetta when a shadow suddenly looms over you.

You raise your head and immediately feel your eyes widen, heart dropping to your stomach.

“Hello, Y/N,” The man in white said, flashing you a gummy smile that made all your thoughts stop. “I know you’re more popularly known by your blogger name but I’d rather not call you Petty Gluttony, if that’s okay.”

“I’m—” you stopped, clearing your throat.

No way. It can’t be.

“Its fine,” you said, forcing yourself to regain composure. “I’m sorry, you are…?”

“Kim Doyoung, Head Chef here at Timeless.”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed slightly and he continued, “Jungwoo told me about your order and I just wanted to know if you have any special requests? Allergies or anything?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak and he gave you a small smile. “Any favourites then? Or least favourites, so I know what to avoid.”

At this, you gave him a look. “I enjoy everything, Dong—Mr. Kim,” you corrected yourself hastily. “Hit me with your best shot.”

“Oh, I most certainly will.” He smirked and you looked away for a second to catch your breath, unable to hold his intense gaze for so long. He paused and raked his eyes over you, hesitating before asking, “Is it just you?” At your confused expression, he clarified, “I assumed you had a photographer to take the pictures and such.”

“I try the places alone the first time and bring the photographer around for the second time,” you explained, shrugging. “More menu items that I try, the clearer my review is on a general opinion of the food of that place. Hence, twice.”

“That seems smart,” he nods in approval, flashing that familiar smile again. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’d actually,” you started, clearing your throat again that had suddenly went dry, “like some wine.”

Well, not suddenly. It had happened as soon as you saw a certain someone.

“Chablis sound good?”

“Pinot Noir.”

“Coming right up.” He turned and you watched his back as he retreated to the kitchen doors and it wasn’t until he was out of sight that you finally let yourself exhale noisily, not realising you’d been holding your breath.

You scramble for your phone and dial the last number you’d called, biting your lip anxiously as you wait for your best friend to pick up.

“Y/N,” His voice comes through after two rings, sounding exasperated. “I told you that I can’t make it for the taste test, I have this stupid thing with my family. Seriously, one more call and you’re going to have to get a new photographer, I swear to g—”

“Johnny,” you cut him off, eyes darting around to make sure no one could hear you. “It’s him. The chef. I’m freaking out, it’s—”

You stopped to take a huge breath and Johnny paused before saying, “What are you talking about? Chef? Who? You mean at Timeless? Where? What?”

“The head chef. Of Timeless. Is. Kim. Doyoung,” You gritted out each word, clenching your fist in your lap.

“Okaaaaaay?” Johnny said, hesitantly. “And that’s a big deal because…?”

You closed your eyes in frustration, wanting to strangle him as you forced yourself to take deep breaths again.

“Suh,” you said slowly. “Remember Doyoung from high school?” At his silence, you prodded, “Kim Dongyoung? Class topper? Valedictorian?” You lowered your voice to a whisper as you hissed, “My crush.”

You hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line and it’s the warning to quickly hold your phone at a distance as Johnny starts screeching.

“Oh my God, oh my GOD, NO WAY,” Johnny is yelling now, loud enough that other customers at the nearby tables are looking over at you. “NO FUCKING WAY! THAT GUY? DOYOUNG FROM HIGH SCHOOL? DOYOUNG WITH GREAT GRADES, GREAT SMILE, GREAT ASS? DOYOUNG WITH—”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m not just getting myself a new photographer but also a new best friend,” your tone is low and deadly enough that he quietens down immediately.

“Okay, okay, chill, I’m chill,” he says, inhaling deeply before clearing his throat. “So. Did he recognise you?”

“I don’t—” You stopped, eyes darting up as Jungwoo stood near your table with his practiced smile. You flash your own smile at him, mouthing thanks as he pours the wine for you. You wait until he’s retreated before continuing, “I don’t think so. But that’s expected, I mean. Given our history. Or lack of one, to be precise.”

You recalled how he’d been that one guy in school who everyone had loved and admired. Girls flocked to him like moths to light and for a brief moment, you remember how he’d smirked at you in the hallway when he caught you staring for too long.

That was Doyoung: extremely hot and aware of it which made him cocky as fuck.

He had taken a particular interest to you after that one time in the hallway, flirting with you every chance that he could get just to make you flustered and nervous. It had pissed you off immensely—still does, even just thinking about it—because it had been a game for him and it didn’t help your massive crush on him either.

But you both were different people now. You were no longer that shy awkward girl who blushed easily with just a glance. You were one of the most outspoken bloggers, a nightmare for any restaurant that was trying to maintain a reputation, a person for whom chefs would bend backwards trying to please.

Chefs like Kim Doyoung.

You suddenly imagined him bending backwards quite literally and that obviously lead to the mental image of you bending backwards as you have before so many times, except this time, it was to please him and oh—

You blinked, shaking your head immediately as if trying to shake away the thought.

“Jesus,” you muttered, cutting off Johnny who was saying something.

Get your shit together, Y/N, you aren’t in highschool anymore.

“What?” Johnny questioned at your random outburst. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, pressing your fingers to your temples.

“Didn’t he tease you all the time cause he knew you liked him?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick.”

Johnny paused and you regretted your choice of words immediately as he corrected, “A dick that you’d like to ride.”

“Shut up,” you gritted out. “No, I don’t. I was a love-struck idiot teenager then and this is my chance to rewrite that. This is a God-given opportunity, Johnny. The balls are in my court now. He’s under me.”

“Mhm, balls, under you, yeah, you aren’t making this any easier.”

“Johnny, I swear to God—” you cut yourself off as Johnny laughed at you over the phone.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Johnny replied and you could tell he was smiling. You rolled your eyes as you heard him tap away at a keyboard. “All right, Ms. Revenge. How can I be of assistance?”

“Every single negative review,” you immediately replied. “Every single one. Even if it’s just hate, it’s fine. Forward it all to me. About the food, service, ambience, anything. Give me all the dirt you can find on this place.”

“I’m on it, already on their Instagram.” He paused before saying, “How does he look though? Still got it?”

You hesitated before mumbling, “Check for yourself. His personal has been tagged on quite a few of the posts. Can’t believe my dumbass missed it.”

You listen to the taps of Johnny’s fingers and then there’s a low whistle that tells you he’s found what you’ve directed him to.

“Damn, Y/N.” He’s silent and you can hear him scrolling and stalking through his personal page.

“You know,” he starts and you immediately know he’s going to say something inappropriate. “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. Maybe this isn’t a God-given opportunity to get revenge but rather to finally get that Kim God-Doyoung dick and—”

You hang up, placing the phone on the table as you grab the wine glass and down the entire drink, needing it after that call. You glance to your side and Jungwoo is approaching you again, a tray in his raised hand this time. You lean back and move your glass, making room for him as he places a plate down in front of you.

“Seared scallops with pancetta,” Jungwoo says, glancing at your empty glass. “Enjoy, miss.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, straightening as you looked down at the dish. The scallops were seared well with a thin crisp brown layer around the edges, placed atop a green creamy puree of sorts and in between lay a thin bed of pancetta.

You opened your mouth to ask Jungwoo about the green but saw that he’d already retreated to the kitchen after refilling your wine. Shrugging, you take the fork and knife and slowly cut into the scallops, hoping against hope that it was undercooked or overcooked but it was soft and tender as it was sliced, cooked to perfection.

“Damn it,” you mutter under your breath. You stab into the sliced piece, taking it with the pancetta and the mystery green element before putting it into your mouth.

It’s probably pea puree—the frequently used combination with scallops.

You chewed slowly, concentrating as you let the flavours flood onto your palate—the meat was creamy and succulent, the crisp pancetta giving a bite to the chewy scallop and the final taste of the velvety puree. You furrowed your eyebrows as it was mild and almost bland, tasting like avocado.

And then it hit.

A dash of spice right at the end, an aftertaste that hit you out of nowhere and made your eyes widen at the completely unexpected surprise.

You caught Jungwoo’s gaze who came rushing to you as you hurriedly beckoned him.

You pointed at the green. “The puree. Avocado and—”

“Wasabi,” Jungwoo and you said in chorus, making your eyes widen as you gushed, “That’s… genius.”

Jungwoo smiled in content, looking pleased at your reaction. “Chef Kim enjoys experimenting and using unexpected combinations.”

“Well, it’s—” you stopped, realising how you looked. Clearing your throat, you regained your poker expression as you completed, “Unique.”

“I’m glad,” Jungwoo grinned at you and turned to leave.

You swallowed the bite in your mouth and cut another piece, quickly diving in for seconds. Your phone lit up and you used your elbow to swipe across the screen to read Johnny’s message:

Nothing so far, everything seems pretty perfect. Ratings are really good too. How’s the food?

You ignore the message and continue eating, chewing slowly and forcing yourself to not show any expression that revealed your true marvel at the amazing food that you were eating as you knew that eyes were assessing you from across the room.

The food finishes faster than you’d expected and you’re sipping the wine as Jungwoo returns to retrieve your clear plate. You hastily respond to Johnny’s last message with:

It’s incredible, Doyoung is a fucking wizard. Please find something or we’re fucked.

Even before you can lower the phone to the table, Johnny has replied:

How about you find his dick and get fucked cause that’s easier?

You’re fired, you send back before placing your phone down as Jungwoo arrives, the entrée in tow.

Again, he is cryptic as he just says, “Duck confit with parsnip puree.”

You pray for faults but yet again, its just another surprise—The tender meat of the duck with the nutty taste of the parsnip is ended with a note of sweet berry-flavour from the thin slices of fig placed in between the meat and puree. Once again, you find yourself blown away by the different flavours that burst and emerge on your tongue with every bite.

Dessert doesn’t disappoint either—salted caramel cheesecake that is all the perfect proportions of sweet, tangy and nutty. At this point, you’re contemplating lying for the first time on a review.

You ask Jungwoo for the bill and after paying (and a generous tip), you’re quick to get to your feet and rush to the exit. As you close the door behind you and make your way around the restaurant to your car, you catch Doyoung’s gaze through the large windows as he walks out of the kitchen. You quickly duck your head, speedwalking to your car as you scramble for your phone to call Johnny.

 Three nights after your first time at Timeless, you’re walking back through the glass doors except with your arm around Johnny this time. You step into the restaurant and his eyes are already surveying the entire space for a spot with the best lighting.

Your eyes, on the other hand, are already riveted towards the white double doors leading to the kitchen at the back.

“Over there,” Johnny muttered, jerking his head towards a corner with a particularly large paper-plane light over the table, illuminating it in a perfect yellow glow.

You let Johnny lead you to the seat that he found best and right as you reached the table, you muttered, “Pull the chair out for me.”

“What?” Johnny peered down at you, confused.

“Pull the chair out,” you hissed.

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“Johnny, just—”

He rolled his eyes and with a soft sigh, you watched him as he pulled away from your side to walk around the table and pull the seat out for you as you asked, shooting you an overly-exaggerated smile as he did it. You choose to not say anything as you give him a practiced smile and slowly sit down, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders.

Johnny sets down the camera on the table and crosses his arms at you. “So how do you think it’s working?”

“How do I think what’s working?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“This whole thing.” Johnny jerked his chin at you. “You dressing up, walking in here with you clinging onto me and practically pulling my arm off and making me pull out the chair and shit.” He shrugged. “Trying to make Chef Kim jealous, how’s that going?”

“Why the fuck would I try to make him jealous?” You defended. “Also what are you talking about? I always hold your arm, you ass. And of course I dressed up, we’re taking pictures for the blog today, I always dress up.”

“Hold my arm, yes. Hang off of it like a koala, no. Dress up, yes. Go all out in a bodycon dress of black satin, looking like a whole damn meal? Hell no.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and Johnny smirks, noticing it. “Who the fuck are you kidding, Y/N, I’m your best friend, I know when you’re thirsty.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, looking away as Johnny laughed. You hesitated before asking softly, “I do look good, though?”

“Good enough to eat,” Johnny assured you, making you grin. “And I know you’re hungry for some Doyoung but I’m starving for his food so let’s order.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for once in your—Jungwoo, hi!” You quickly straighten with a bright smile as you greet the blond waiter who gives you a rather wary grin. Unlike the last time, you don’t send him away with your quizzical requests and take the menu from his hands which surprises him.

You both ordered all the dishes that were commented as average and the handful that a few deemed “below average”. Three days of extreme searching had still not granted any review that was even borderline unsatisfied—you had no choice but to resort to the “this tastes great but that tastes better” reviews where you just focused on all the ‘great’ dishes. 

Once all the dishes had arrived, you sat back a bit as you let Johnny photograph them in various positions, trying to find the best angles in the lighting. Once he’d taken enough, you straightened as you posed for the thumbnail cover of the article—the only picture that would have you with the food too. You had your legs crossed under the table, both elbows resting on the surface as you held a fork to your mouth, lips around the dragon shrimp. 

Johnny was standing in an awkward position in front of the table—as he always does when he’s clicking photographs since he’s basically a giant—and your eyes were riveted on the lens as you heard a soft click. 

“Pout more,” Johnny instructed and you did, sensing a movement on your left in your peripheral. Your gaze shifted from the camera and widened momentarily as you saw Doyoung was leaning against the wall right behind Johnny, watching you. He raised an eyebrow when you finally locked eyes with his. 

“Ooh, that’s a great expression, nice,” Johnny encouraged, hearing more clicks. You involuntarily arched your back more as you leaned forward over the table slightly to see Doyoung clearer. 

“Uh, Y/N, your tit’s gonna hang out soon if you keep angling to the right like that,” Johnny warned, making you smirk. 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you mutter, shrugging slightly which made the thin spaghetti strap of your dress fall down your shoulder, and you watched Doyoung as his eyes followed the movement. 

You kept your gaze on Doyoung as you lowered the fork, swiping it over the dish to collect more of the sauce onto the shrimp before lifting it to your mouth again. 

“Fuck, genius,” Johnny was muttering as he clicked more rapidly, trying to get the perfect shot as the sauce dripped from your fork to the table and some even down your chin. You didn’t shift your eyes from Doyoung even as Johnny lowered the camera, going through the pictures. 

“This looks like porn, the readers are gonna get a heart attack,” Johnny snickered. 

You placed the fork down on the dish, wiping the sauce off your chin with your finger and slowly putting it in your mouth to suck it clean. 

Doyoung looked like he was trying hard to maintain his poker expression as he watched every movement of yours carefully and you released your finger from your wet lips with a noisy 'pop’ sound that seemed to startle him from whatever thoughts that he was lost in. 

What wouldn’t you give to hear those thoughts? 

Or rather, see him enact them out…

“Doyoung is behind me, isn’t he?” Johnny’s wry tone quickly wakes you up as your wide eyes shift to him, his judging eyes on your wet finger. He shook his head at you, sighing. “Ah, the thirst is real, Y/N. Literally. You're literally sucking shrimp sauce." 

"I was cleaning up the sauce,” you defended and even before you could finish, Johnny was interrupting, “Right, cause what you just did is normal. Cleaning up. Not sucking and not porn at all." 

"Can you shut up about porn already?” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hand on a tissue before picking up your fork again. “Just eat." 

You both lapsed into silence and you started eating, focusing on the flavours of all the various dishes that you’d ordered together. When you looked up as you were halfway done with your lamb, Doyoung wasn’t there anymore.

When the plates are cleared and Johnny’s checking the dessert menu—although you both already knew what to order, thanks to the reviewers—a shadow falls over your table and you both look up.

“Miss Y/N,” Doyoung greets, smiling. “Glad to have you back. You left rather abruptly last time before I could even ask you about my food.”

“Oh,” you said, glancing at Johnny who had his eyebrow raised at you. You gave Doyoung a tight-lipped smile as you said, “Well, we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

Doyoung grinned at your reply, nodding in agreement. “I guess we will. This is your photographer?”

“Johnny Suh,” you introduced, nodding as Johnny smiled and held out his hand to Doyoung. “Chef Kim Doyoung.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suh,” he greeted, giving his gummy smile which Johnny returned.

“Johnny’s fine, Chef,” he said as they pulled away.

“I trust that you’re enjoying the meal?”

“Trust me when I say that I would respond in any other situation but the writer here absolutely cannot stand spoilers and enjoys cliffhangers so as she said, we’ll find out soon.”

Doyoung laughs good-naturedly and you have to remind yourself that you’re staring like an idiot as he does and you catch yourself just in time as he turns to you, expression shifting slightly.

“Have you decided on desserts yet?”

Johnny opened his mouth to reply but you quickly quipped, “We’re still looking. Anything you’d recommend, Chef?”

“Well,” Doyoung starts, stepping closer to the table. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in something. How about Johnny here chooses whatever he likes while I give you something off the menu?”

You blinked in confusion, noticing how Johnny’s eyebrows rise at the question, his hand quickly coming up to hide the smirk.

“That’s not how it works,” you say, ignoring Johnny as you narrowed your eyes at Doyoung. “I review your restaurant for its existing menu, not for some special recipe catered only to me.”

“Who said its for the review?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “Relax. I did some digging around, read quite a few of your reviews and I think I’ve figured out your taste palate. So its just an experiment, I guess.”

You stare at him, unblinking.

“Come on,” he insisted, shrugging again. “It’s on the house.”

You look at Johnny who’s still smiling behind his hand and he widens his eyes at you inconspicuously.

“Unless…” You looked back up at Doyoung who was slowly backing away, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. “You’re not up for the challenge.”

At your sharp glare, he continues, “You have a rep that you’ve never found a dessert that was the perfect ten cause you aren’t sure of your own palate when it comes to sweets and nothing has blown you away like appetisers and entrees which have gotten tens from you.” He paused. “What if I’m telling you that I know exactly what that ten is?”

You scoffed in disbelief. “What, just from reading a bunch of reviews?”

“Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. Your loss. I’m only offering complete satisfaction here.”

Johnny was practically beaming at you as he kicked your foot under the table but you kept your eyes narrowed at Doyoung, trying to figure out what he was playing at.

“Y/N,” Johnny said, nodding ecstatically as he jerked his chin towards Doyoung who couldn’t see him since his eyes were on you. “He’s offering complete satisfaction.”

Doyoung smirked slyly at you. “I assumed since you like surprises, you were the type to take on a challenge but hey, if you don’t want to, I guess—”

“I’m in,” you snap fiercely, cutting him off. “Johnny will have the raspberry soufflé and as for me, I guess you should get to work soon.”

He flashed you his gummy smile, looking absolutely pleased at the turn of events as he nodded. “We’re closing up early today so you may have to stay back a bit. Is that all right?”

You didn’t have to look at Johnny to know that he was making exaggerated sex faces at you and you nodded, swallowing as you leaned back.

Doyoung stepped away and as soon as he was back behind the kitchen doors, Johnny started to stand up.

“Fuck the soufflé, I’m just going to leave and take everyone with me so you can finally get dicked down.”

“Johnny, I hate you so fucking much—”

Funnily enough, Johnny’s wish came true as all the customers slowly began to filter out of the restaurant. Johnny left about half an hour after the soufflé was done—only after you practically pushed him out cause you couldn’t hear about ‘God Doyoung’s dick’ for one more minute.

You crossed your arms and sat back, swinging your legs under the table as you watched the restaurant clear out of the last customers besides you—three guys whose volume and tempo increased with every drink they had. You were relieved as you saw them leave together through the glass doors but quickly realised seconds thereafter when the silence suddenly dawned upon the restaurant that you were alone in Timeless. 

It seemed like hours later but was probably just thirty minutes when you heard the kitchen doors swing open. Your head shot up quickly as you saw Jungwoo in a casual shirt and jeans, holding a set of keys. 

"I’m usually in charge of lock-up,” he explained, smiling as he held up the keys. “But since you’ll be staying back a bit longer, Chef Kim will do it tonight." 

You nodded, smiling back as he placed it on the counter near the cash register. "Goodnight, Jungwoo." 

"Night, Petty. Enjoy your dessert." 

You startled a bit at his playful tone as he walked out of the doors but before you could even wonder what he was insinuating, a movement to the left caught your attention. 

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung who was poking his head out of the kitchen and he nodded at you. 

"Almost done,” he stated. “I’m just putting the finishing touches. You want to come back here and have it in my office instead of over there?" 

"Oh.” You sat up, grabbing your purse and phone from the table. “Um, okay. Sure." 

You got up and walked to the kitchen doors through which he disappeared again. Pushing them open, you heard a yelp on the other side and froze as you saw a bright red-haired guy hunched over. 

”Shit,“ you hissed, rushing to him. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you okay?" 

He held up a hand, slowly straightening as he met your eyes. You blinked at him, momentarily taken aback by his sheer beauty. He ran his intense gaze over your frame and his shoulders relaxed almost as he nodded. 

"I’m fine,” he said, his deep voice taking you by surprise. “You must be Y/N." 

Doyoung suddenly stepped out from a wooden door to the side of the large kitchen that you hadn’t noticed before, glancing at the two of you. 

"I see you’ve met my sous-chef,” he said, gesturing to him. “This is Taeyong." 

"Hello,” you said softly, smiling apologetically. “Sorry about hitting you." 

He waved his hand. "It’s fine, don’t worry about it." 

A short awkward silence fell over the three of you and you saw Doyoung glaring at Taeyong who was smirking back at him. 

"I think I can close up from here. You can leave now, Hyung,” Doyoung said with a raised eyebrow. 

“Nah, I think I’ll stay,” Taeyong was teasing, almost grinning now. 

“Hyung." 

"Doie." 

You were watching the whole exchange with confusion but you couldn’t help breaking into a smile at the nickname and 'Doie’s’ eyes immediately shot to you as the word left Taeyong’s mouth. 

Doyoung was exasperated. "Taeyong, I swear to god–" 

"All right, all right,” Taeyong laughed as he held up his hands. “I’m leaving."  

He unbuttoned the white chef jacket that he was wearing and took off the cap, hanging them both far at the back where you could see small names over each hook on the wall. 

Smoothening down the shirt that he was wearing underneath and running his hands through his red hair, Taeyong grinned at you as he said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. Put in a good word for us, you know we deserve it." 

You narrowed your eyes at him and opened to your mouth to say something but he began laughing as his gaze went over your shoulder. You quickly turned and Doyoung dropped his hands immediately, smiling at you innocently as if he wasn’t gesturing behind your back.

"Goodnight,” Taeyong called out, making you turn your attention to him again as he waved his hand, pushing the back doors. “Have fun with your dessert!" 

You turned to look at Doyoung again and raise an eyebrow at him, mostly at the fact that this was the second time in an hour that someone had said 'dessert’ weirdly but if Doyoung understood you or not was unclear as he chose to ignore it and explained instead, “Taeyong. Sous-chef and best friend, unfortunately.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That explains it.”

“Mhm.” Doyoung cocked his head slightly as his gaze turned intense and you bit your lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden and the fact that his eyes immediately fell to your mouth at the movement didn’t help either.

“Um,” you trailed off, your gaze falling over the kitchen as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Doyoung leaned back, smirking slightly and you could hear the playful lilt in his tone as he hummed, “Hmm?”

You rolled your eyes at this, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “I hope that you know it’s late, Chef and I have places to be. So if you’re done leaning on the wall and being useless…”

“Isn’t someone bitter?” Doyoung teased, winking at you in a very cheeky way that made you swallow. “Lucky for you, I have just the sweetness to help balance it. Come on.”

He lead you to the wooden door at the side and you hesitantly entered, eyes widening in surprise as you realised it was his office.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to his broad wooden desk. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and made your way to the desk, realising the only place to really make yourself comfortable was just the single swivel chair behind it. You sat down reluctantly, placing your hands on the soft armrests to pull the seat forward. It was a comfortable plush leather and you couldn’t help sinking into it as you leaned back.

The door opened again and you quickly straightened as Doyoung entered, a small tray on his hand with a dish that was obviously covered with a lid.

You shot him a glare which he returned with a smile as you muttered, “You love being dramatic, don’t you?”

“Hey, you’re being all tight-lipped about the review and it’s not fair if I’m the only one living in suspense, is it?” He defended as he slowly approached the table and placed the tray carefully down in front of you.

Well. He had a point there.

Your silence made him grin as he stepped back, crossing his arms. “Go ahead, Petty Gluttony.”

You raised your hand to grip the handle of the lid, feeling a thrill run through you as you wondered what he had hiding. You pulled it up with a quick motion and lowered it onto the desk, eyes widely scanning the dish.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight, feeling your shoulders slightly deflate.

In a crystal glass bowl lay two scoops of smooth chocolate icecream.

“This is—” you cut yourself off as you looked up at Doyoung, seeing the glint in his eyes as he waited, despite the blank expression on his face.

“—not what it looks like, is it?” You finished, raising an eyebrow.

Doyoung smiled slyly, shrugging as he silently gestured for you to try and you picked up the spoon that was placed alongside the bowl. You paused, thinking of mint, salt, chilli, cherry, orange and any other unique exciting flavour that he could have put in.

Just try it.

You scooped it up into the spoon, realising not unsurprisingly that he’d made it perfectly creamy and smooth despite the short notice. Glancing up to meet his eyes, you put the spoon into your mouth.

The first thing you notice is that it was just as creamy as it looked. You chew on the spoon, the cold melting over your tongue and your eyes widen as you’re suddenly hit by the flavours—

The slight bite of bitterness—he’d used dark chocolate—followed by a subtle almost smoky heat. You swallow and that’s when the aftertaste hits—a mild sweetness coupled with a dash of spice.

It wouldn’t work. It shouldn’t but it did.

You look up with wide eyes, not even bothering to hide the emotions that you’re feeling as you gape at Doyoung. The chef is thoroughly enjoying the show, having seated himself on the opposite edge of the desk, eyes watching your every move carefully.

You quickly swallowed another spoonful, trying to understand all the confusing flavours that were exploding on your tongue—the most incredible one being the aftertaste of the sweet spice that you would immediately subdue with another spoonful of the cold cream to soothe the heat.

It was a cycle. You couldn’t stop.

“What the fuck is this?” You demanded, feeling aghast and Doyoung laughed, not seeming offended or surprised by your choice of words.

“Care to guess?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t even want to try,” you admitted honestly, making him grin.

“Well,” he said, glancing down at the bowl. “It’s dark chocolate, firstly. Got that bitterness?”

You nodded.

“And then… Tabasco and Smoked Chipotle.”

Your mouth dropped, eyes widening to the size of saucers.

“What?” you exclaimed, aghast. “That’s insane!”

Doyoung nodded, shrugging casually. “Not the first time I’ve been called that.”

“How the fuck does this work?”

“Proportions. Get it right and you’re hit with the perfect amount of everything in a perfect almost orchestrated order—sweetness of the chocolate, the bitterness of the dark cocoa, the slight umami of the Tabasco and finally the smoky heat of the Chipotle. Everything’s balanced. Nothing is overpowering. It’s perfect.”

“You…” You shook your head, feeling at a loss of words as you ate the last of it, not even realising that you’d finished it. “I’ve never seen this on the menu.”

“Because it isn’t there,” he stated. “It’s… not exactly a common favourite. Not everyone will like it.”

“That’s bullshit. How can someone not like this?”

“People prefer their desserts sweet, Y/N. You have a unique taste in food.”

“People are stupid. This is fantastic. You’re a genius.”

You don’t look at him as you say it, scooping up the base of the bowl to lick the final bits from the spoon and you hear Doyoung pause at your compliment before saying, “I’m glad you think so, Y/N L/N.”

You freeze, your hand going still over the bowl. You drop the spoon back onto the tray and look up to see Doyoung’s eyes on you.

“It is you, isn’t it?” He said, cocking his head. “Petty Gluttony. Y/N L/N from Seiken High School.”

You felt blood rush into your cheeks as you gaped at him, not able to say anything.

“I thought you looked familiar that first time,” Doyoung grinned. “And I had my suspicions too when you almost called me Dongyoung. But since you’re so private on social media, it was easier to find Lists of Your Best and Worst Reviews in 2018 than actual information about you.”

“But I confirmed it today when I saw Johnny,” he continued. “We may not have gone to the same culinary school but Yuta did go to yours. He kept me updated on you and told me about your giant best friend who was a Photography major that you met at university so when he came in today, I was pretty sure.”

You blinked, racking your brain as you tried to recall Yuta from school who had apparently been in the same culinary academy as you but you couldn’t remember his face for the life of you—although the name did ring a bell.

All those thoughts came to a stop as it suddenly registered what exactly he had said.

You looked at Doyoung in confusion. “Why did you want updates on me?”

Doyoung shot you a look as if to say ‘really?’

“Because,” he started. “I was interested in the hot girl who had a huge crush on me but was too much of a wimp to do anything about it.”

Your entire body stilled as you felt a fierce blush sweep across your face, protesting defiantly, “I was not!”

“Sure you weren’t,” he rolled his eyes. “I can still recall the way you blushed everytime I looked at you in the hallway, Y/N. Very similar to the way you’re blushing now. So don’t lie to me.”

“You played around,” you reply, deciding to be blunt since trying to keep your pride at this point was useless anyway. “You knew about the crush and decided to tease me like some kind of game.”

“It wasn’t a game!” He protested, eyes wide. “I was genuinely flirting! You kept running away though and became a stuttering mess every time that I even tried to approach you so I wondered if I was in over my head and if maybe you hated me.”

You stared at him, your body feeling really warm in the office now as you felt like you were back in school again.

“But hey.” He grinned, walking around the desk and coming to where you were. Your foot reflexively pushed the swivel chair back a bit to put space between you as he sat casually on the edge of the desk, right in front of you, saying, “You’re in my office now. I’m a chef and you’re a critic. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”

You swallowed, wanting to look away but not being able to pull away from his intense gaze. “I guess it does.”

“Almost didn’t recognise you, Y/N,” he murmured and you didn’t fail to notice that his tone had dropped lower as he quickly swept his eyes over you. “You’ve… glowed up.”

You didn’t think he could have made you blush yet again given how red you already felt but for some reason, the odd almost-millennial-slang compliment flattered you more than any adjective could.

Feeling a spark of confidence, you met his gaze more strongly as you cocked your head and said, “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago. I’m not running away now, am I?”

Doyoung’s eyes were trained on you and the way that he was sitting off the edge had his one leg pressed to your crossed knees—just the slightest contact but it was enough.

“No,” he agreed, voice soft. “No, you aren’t.”

You clenched your thighs together tightly, feeling the atmosphere shift at the prolonged eye contact and almost as if he sensed it too, Doyoung smirked, “Does that mean you’re finally going to make a move?”

You blinked, surprised at the bold question.

Does he…? No way, he couldn’t…

“Well,” he pulled a thoughtful face. “Maybe if I challenged you again—”

You shot up from the seat before he could even finish and his arms were already open as you grabbed the front of his jacket, yanking him forward. Your mouths met in a fierce heated kiss and he let out a soft surprised sound at the force, making you smile against his lips. His hands snaked around your back, slow and sensual, almost caressing. The touch made you relax in his arms as you let go of his jacket, choosing to loop them around his neck and run your hands through his hair instead.

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making a breathy moan escape your lips. He took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, his hands lowering down your waist to cup your ass as he pressed you harder into him.

You pulled away to catch a breath, opening your eyes slowly to see his gaze down on your mouth.

“I know I made the icecream,” Doyoung muttered. “But I love the way you taste—your tongue is still cold and I’m getting the spicy aftertaste.”

“Nice to know that you’re still conceited, Dongyoung,” you replied sarcastically, making him chuckle as he pressed another kiss to your lips, tongue tasting you again as if he couldn’t get enough. His one hand began wandering again, gliding smoothly over the hem of your short dress and snuck under it to cup the flesh of your ass, making you groan loudly.

He pulled away, looking at your red face as he said, “Your skin is flushed, Y/N. If you look this good just from kissing me, I can’t imagine how you’ll look under me.”

You leaned closer, pecking his jaw and leaving kitten licks and nibbles on his throat. “Why imagine when we could find out?”

His other hand joined the one under your dress as he gripped you tightly. “Also the black satin? This was intentional, right? There’s no way that you didn’t plan this. Do you seduce the chefs at all the restaurants that you go to?”

“No, just the ones that I’ve been fantasising of since eighth grade.”

You felt him smile against your forehead as his hand quickly came to your hair, gripping it tightly to yank your head back and meet your mouth in yet another kiss.

“Let’s bring those fantasies to life then,” he breathed, quickly spinning you around until you were pressed up against the desk as his hands lifted you and placed you on the wooden surface, quickly positioning himself in between your thighs.

“You’ve had your dessert,” Doyoung stated, eyes glinting. “Now it’s my turn.”

He pulls away, grabbing the bowl from beside you and tipping it over your shoulder so that the melted liquid of the icecream that had settled at the bottom of the bowl trickles down your collar bone and disappears into your cleavage. You hiss at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping over your flushed skin.

Doyoung kisses you, sucking and licking the icecream down the length of your throat, hands coming to pull the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders that quickly brought the entire front falling into your lap.

Cold air hit your exposed breasts and before you could even shiver, Doyoung’s lips were already nibbling and sucking your nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, trying to push as much as you could into him and he brought his hand to your other breast, kneading and twisting your nipple until you were squirming in his arms.

You feel your eyes widen as he suddenly drops to his knees, head right in between your legs as he grabs your hips and pulls you forward, bunching the dress up around your waist. The satin material helps you glide smoothly over the desk as he quickly pulls off your underwear and throws your thighs over his shoulders, the action pushing his head forward.

You let out a surprised yelp as you felt his cold nose on your slick folds. Before you could even process all the sensations running through your body, Doyoung’s arms came around your thighs to hold them apart firmly as his tongue licked a long streak right over your wet slit.

Your stomach clenched with arousal as you moaned, hands immediately finding his head to clutch his hair tightly in between your fingers. You felt him smirk as he licked up all the wetness, feeling the tip of his tongue that was cold from the icecream circle around your clit.

Your thighs were clenching tightly around his head as you leaned back, bucking your hips into his face as he laid his tongue flat over your nub, flicking it with the tip teasingly over and over before circling your walls when you started convulsing.

“Doyoung,” you whined as he refused to let you cum, teasing you into overstimulation every time you felt yourself reaching close. Your legs clenched down around his shoulders, fingers yanking on his hair painfully at this point as the soles of your heels pressed into his back.

He started tonguing you faster, your impatience setting him off as he circled his tongue around your clit faster and rougher. You gasped loudly as you felt his long finger join his tongue, your walls immediately swallowing the digit as he thrust it into you at a quick pace. Your eyes closed tightly as you fell back onto the desk, digging your heels into his back as you felt your orgasm crash over you, making you buck into his mouth and fall apart at the mercy of his tongue as he laps up all of it.

Your legs are numb as Doyoung lowers them back down and stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You take a shaky breath as he stands to his full height in between your legs and you try to regain your composure as you find your footing with the heels and stand up, shoving his chest until he fell back onto the seat.

Doyoung raises his eyebrows at you in surprise as you move your hair over your shoulder and straddle him.

“Thought you had places to be?” he teased, looking up at you with that small gummy smile that was miraculously both cute and sexy at the same time.

You leaned back as you crossed your arms in front of you and pulled off your dress, chucking it across the room. You pressed your bare chest to his front, wanting him to feel every bit of you as you snaked your arm around his neck and leaned your forehead onto his, holding his gaze intensely as you said, “Yeah, I meant your lap.”

His eyes widened at the unexpected reply and he surprises you by erupting into a laugh. You can’t help but smile sheepishly as he grins at you.

“When’d you get so smooth, Y/N?” Doyoung asks, cocking his head and you shrug, unbuttoning the front of his chef’s jacket.

“I’ve always been smooth,” you reply as he straightens from the seat, unhooking his arms from around you to help you take off the jacket.

“Really?’ He sarcastically asks, letting you pull off the dark shirt that he was wearing underneath. “Last I checked, running away wasn’t really the smoothest flirting in the book, or even flirting for that matter.”

You glared at him as you tossed the short aside. “Can you shut up about my awkward high school self already, I’m literally going to ride you.”

He smiled, his hands coming to cup your ass as he kissed you deeply. Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of the kiss, feeling tingles all over your body.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting your mouth. “Let’s live out all those fantasies.”

Your hands are already unbuckling his pants, yanking the zipper down as fast as you can. You get up and step back enough to pull off the remaining clothes off Doyoung until he’s as bare as you.

You sit over his thighs, the skin-to-skin contact turning you on more than you thought it would and one look into Doyoung’s eyes is enough to assure you that he feels the same way as he immediately places his hands back on your ass and presses you closely to him.

You duck your head, kissing him slowly and leisurely as you grind sensually on his naked erection, your perky nipples brushing against his hard chest. You feel his grip tighten on your rear as you continue teasing him until he finally growls your name in frustration.

You pull away and raise yourself slightly, lowering your hand to take his dick. Doyoung hisses at the contact and you quickly spread the precum leaking from the tip all over the shaft and press the head to your slit, letting your wetness soak around it. Slowly, you slid down and held your breath as you felt him enter and fill you up.

“Oh,” a soft moan escaped your parted lips as you started moving, slowly trying to adjust him inside you. When you felt the head hit you right at the spot that made you see stars, you started moaning as you bounced up and down. Doyoung grabbed your hips, thrusting into you faster and grabbing your breast with one hand that were bouncing around wildly from the thrust.

You groaned, your voice cracking as you felt your second orgasm dawning closer with every thrust into your hilt until you came with a loud moan, sweat sticking to both of your bodies.

Realising that Doyoung hadn’t finished, you stood up on shaky legs which made his eyes widen in protest. He closed his mouth, however, as you quickly crawled in between his open thighs and took his wet dick into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He exclaimed loudly, surprised and pleased as he threw his head back into the seat. His hands came around your hair to form a makeshift ponytail as you sucked him off deeply, swallowing both your combined essences that coated it. You swirled your tongue over the slit and head, sucking noisily as you used one hand to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and he bucked from the seat. You bobbed your head up and down, taking his entire length into your mouth and he hissed at the warmth that enveloped his dick as you sucked like your life depended on it. Your free hand came over his balls, nails scraping it lightly enough just to make him feel a slight sting and it was enough as he thrust up, fucking your mouth and shooting warm loads of thick cum.

You swallowed, the filthy sounds and smells of sex surrounding the room as you licked him clean until he was pushing you back from oversensitivity.

You sat back, wiping your mouth with your hand as you breathed heavily and leaned against the leg of the desk, looking up at Doyoung who looked more glorious than you’d ever seen him—hair thoroughly finger-fucked, eyes hazy from the orgasm that you’d just given him and his entire face red.

“Guess I’m not the only one who looks good flushed,” you voice hoarsely, making him look down at you with a grin.

“Know where we’d look better?” He asked.

“Your bedroom?”

“Exactly. Let’s go.”

 Your review on Timeless is uploaded three nights after you leave Chef Doyoung’s house. The last lines that you’d written become the highlights (and Johnny’s personal favourite) just as you expected:

Timeless is nothing short of surprising—the warm setting with its almost-childish but nevertheless gorgeous paperplane lights, the eccentric menu with secret flavours lying underneath each item and a chef with a unique creative streak that floods into your mouth with every bite. If you like surprises, this is the place for you. And I’ll definitely be back for more, eager to be taken aback yet again. You already know my order, Timeless: surprise me.

“This is a little misleading,” Johnny comments as he reads the draft while you sort through your laundry, making you stop and look over at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, worried since you’d tried your best to be honest and remain unbiased.

“I don’t think the readers are going to have the same streak flooding their mouths as you, Y/N.”

 One hour after it’s posted on your blog and Johnny has left your place, your phone lights up with a message from your recently added contact:

Come over and I promise you a surprise just as good as the last time.

#nct nct127 nctsmut nctsmutfic smut fanfic mature nctimagine #nct kim doyoung kimdongyoung doyoungsmut kdy kdy smut #this is so fucking long I think its my longest yet #i want johnny as a best friend #i had too much fun with this and even did research on food so y'all better not let this flop #seriously tho #cznnet czennie #cznnet #Youtube

[bakugous-abs]

Bakugou and the reader (female) hate each other until the others lock them in a closet together to sort out their differences, which ends up in them growing really close and Bakugou admits he has feelings for her? 😊

Low-key got sad at myself because I had decided I was gonna start throwing insults at Bakugou and S/o but it turned out great in the end! Hope you enjoy!

-Bomb

“What the hell do you mean it’s my fault?!”

“I mean exactly what I say! It’s your fault!”

“How is it my fault that you fucking fell when I was in my seat minding my own fucking business you ass wipe?!”

“Because your fucking pencil was on the floor and it wasn’t there when I came in at sat down in the first place!”

Kirishima, Mina, and Deku sighed as they walked in the door, hearing their two friends being not so friendly. What caused you both to hate each other so much? No one knew, just kinda happened. But they were honestly starting to sick and tired of it

They peered around the edge, seeing the both of you at each other's throats with Y/n holding a pencil that, sure enough, was Bakugou's. They could tell because of the exploding designs it had on it, it basically screamed Bakugou

“You pissy ass hat for the last time I'm not fucking apologizing that my damn pencil somehow got on the floor when you fucking decided to get up!”

“Yes, you are you lousy excuse of a hedgehog!”

“No I'm not jackass!”

“Pinhead!”

“Tornado hair!”

“Dead rat!”

“CAN YOU BOTH SHUT UP?!” Mina yelled out, stomping over to the two of them, but it was too late as Y/n used her wind manipulation quirk by accident, swiping Bakugou's feet from under him, making him fall

“YOU’RE DEAD FUCKING MEAT!!” He sprung up, Kirishima running over to restrain him before he could give you some burn marks that he’d laugh about later

Mina and Deku had to restrain you as well, hoping to hold you back till the both of you calmed down, which worked a lot quicker than usual for you

You threw Bakugou's pencil on his desk, sitting down in yours with drooping eyes, tired

Bakugou almost seemed surprised when you settled down so quick, expecting you to be a bit more riled up, but he smiled in victory, not minding the others that decided to make their way in

“Serves you right flat ass”

“Tiny dick”

He scoffed, sitting down in his seat

“Actually, Y/n’s ass ain’t that flat, it’s quite big, big enough even for your hands Bakugou.” Mineta piped in. You and Bakugou turned around to the gross piss face garbage baby, you used your wind manipulation quirk at the same time Bakugou used his explosions, your wind fueling the blast to be a bit bigger than expected. Mineta dodged just barely, but you were both satisfied with the fear that caked his face

Mina leaned into Kirishima and Deku, whispering, “For as much as they hate each other, they make a pretty good team.” They nodded, going back to their seats

“Alright class, settle-” Aizawa came in, seeing the wall and Mineta's chair dark with ash splashed across the classroom, but he just sighed, not caring enough to know what happened, starting the class

“Fucking fireball, move!” The trio heard, groaning as the end of the day  was here, everyone going back to the dorms

“What are you gonna do about it, huh wind girl?!” Bakugou yelled, sitting in the cushioned chair in the lounge

“Because that’s my god damn seat!”

“Since when the hell are there assigned seats?!”

“Since right now!”

Mina was fuming, telling Kirishima to grab Bakugou while she grabbed Y/n. He did as told, not knowing what Mina was gonna do, but he complied, not wanting them to get fined for property damage in the dorms and get wrote up for fighting too

He managed to grab Bakugou by his arms, Mina doing the same as they hoisted them up, ignoring their complaining as Mina led them to a room just a bit smaller than a dorm room, noticeably being the closet where they stored all the cleaning materials

Mina threw Y/n in, Kirishima shoving Bakugou in after

“What the hell Shitty-hair!? Why am I in a room with this fucking twat?!” he shouted, and you, still on the floor, screeched as you kicked the back of knees, sending him to the floor

He always seemed to be blind to your attacks for some reason

“You’re gonna be locked in here till we hear you two actually getting along! No killing each other for the remainder of the time you're in here, and if you need to pee, there’s plenty of buckets. Good! Night!” Mina slammed the door, hearing a loud click signaling the locking of the door

“Raccoon eyes! You better open this fucking door right now!” Bakugou shouted, beginning to bang on it, but to no avail as the two culprits had already left

“Hedgehog! Chill out for once in your god damn life! You break that door and Aizawa’s gonna be pissed!” Y/n shouted, using her quirk to blow wind at the walls, making it bounce off them and move him back from the door

“Don’t tell me what to do hag!” He yelled, plain disrespectful

“No dammit! Calm down!” She kept him away from the door, and Bakugou was about to use his explosions, when you halted him, holding his fist close

“What are you, fucking stupid?! Look around you! Flammable chemicals everywhere! You fire off your explosions you’re gonna burn down the whole building! Exploding us first!”

“Not if I keep them small enough to burn your fucking face off!”

You blew him back again, making him back up towards the opposite wall. You sat down, grabbing your head that had a pounding headache

He huffed, about to lunge at you, but stopped seeing your face not focused on him anymore, but screwed shut and hidden in your hands

“Oi, what’s wrong with you? Finally fucking tired of me?” He grinned

“Shut. The hell. Up.” You growled back, rubbing your temples

“Hah?! Who the hell do you think-”

“I said SHUT UP! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT BAKUGOU!” You yelled, your voice dropping an octave as you became more royally pissed than ever before, successfully shutting him up. “I stayed up all night cramming for the test in English and doing homework for History. So you can shut your goddamn mouth for once and let me heal”

Your voice was sour and hurting, from what Bakugou picked up, and he was about to protest. But scoffed instead and crossed his arm, looking another way with a grimace on his face

This was gonna be one long night

About 3 hours had passed, and your headache was better with peace and quiet, and now was the time when you opened your eyes, finally getting a good look at the place you're trapped in. Standard cleaning closet. That's basically the only thing to describe it as

Your eyes drifted to Bakugou, who was playing with his collar

“Hey Hedgehog”

“The hell do you want?” He asked bitterly, enraging you, but you suppressed it

Maybe we can get this over fast. It was him who started this whole thing, so why not ask why

“Why did you throw gum in my hair?” you asked

“The hell?” He looked up and into your eyes, seeing them already piercing him. “When the fuck did I-” he stopped, memories seeping into his head as he remembered what you were talking about

The first day here, he had gum in his mouth. It wasn’t ordinary for him to chew gum, he usually detested the solid candy that turned mushy and sticky in his mouth, but today was an exception as he had forgotten to brush his teeth early in the morning and had found mint flavored gum in a vending machine

He went to throw it out, you had swooped in, hurling over into the trashcan as he threw it in, the sticky substance getting stuck in your hair

After you had stopped puking, you felt the back of your head, feeling the gooey substance stuck in your long h/c hair, and then you looked at him

And that was the start of your guys’ hatred

“I didn’t do it on purpose fuck-hole”

“Then how did it get in my hair? I had to chop at least six inches off to get it out”

“I fucking forgot to brush my teeth so I got some damn gum from the fucking vending machine. I chewed some for a while, and then you swooped in and fucking vomited in the trashcan just as I threw the shitty substance in the trash!”

He was getting riled up, you can see it as his fists clench. To be honest, you felt stupid. All this time, seeing his asshole persona, you had thought he did it on purpose, and you didn't give him time to explain himself that first day

“Oh…”

“Yeah, fucking asshole”

“Well, I’m sorry great Katsuki Bakugou. But seeing your cocky and assholey attitude, I assumed you did it on purpose. Because hey, why not have a repeat of a middle school incident when someone actually did stick gum on my hair on purpose, twice!”

He stopped to think. While mad that you had just assumed something about him, how could he blame you? He knows he’s an asshole, it’s something he got from his mother and his ego

“Tsh”

It was silent before you had remembered something funny and decided to share it out loud, breaking the ice a little bit between the both of you. He didn’t laugh, he just rolled his eyes at your stupid pun, disappointed that this is the kind of humor you find funny

One thing led to another, and you’re talking like civil people. Finding out more about each other. Favorite color. Hobbies. Favorite foods. Bands you had interest in. Everything an awkward person would ask, but lacking the awkwardness between you two

Bakugou was just getting into telling you about his last mountain climbing trip when the door opened, Bakugou falling backward and at the persons feet, seeing Kirishima and Mina standing there

“What the fuck shitty-hair?! Couldn’t have knocked?!” Bakugou yelled, standing up and pushing past him and up to his room, not even giving you a goodbye

Your mouth hung in disbelief, and you ran after him. “Not gonna fucking say goodbye to me?!”

Mina and Kirishima looked at the both of you confused, shrugging. You weren’t arguing anymore, that was all they needed to see

Two months pass by, and things have gotten much better between you and Bakugou. You’d even go as far as to call the both of you best friends, after Kirishima of course. But something… was different, for both of you

If you had gotten too close to Bakugou, he would look away from you at something else, but not push you away if he was annoyed or uncomfortable. Bakugou would get lost looking at you, his face calming before crinkling in what seemed to be disgust. And he wouldn’t talk to you sometimes at all, just listening to what you had to say, almost like he was annoyed

And strangely enough… it saddened you. He had grown on you so much that it hurt to see him like this. He was normally like this with other people, and you included, but now it felt different

Your cheeks heated up, cursing as your heart raced when his hand brushed yours while walking beside him. You knew why you were feeling so conflicted and attacked, you just didn't want to admit it yet

But unknown to you, Bakugou wasn’t any of those things. He wasn't uncomfortable with the closeness, he was nervous. Nervous he would do something wrong and hurt you if he moved too fast

He wasn’t disgusted. He got so lost in your face and eyes that he zoned out, seeing all your imperfection. Your glowing orbs. Your shining skin. And it frustrated him that he was feeling this way. This absorbed in someone besides himself

He didn’t talk because he was annoyed, he didn’t talk because he liked hearing your voice, preferring it over his own, and listening to you talk calmed him down while providing you with a way to vent and rant your emotions out loud

He got feelings for you too quickly. Hell, he actually got feelings for you. He fucking like you. How? He didn't know. But it seemed to eat at him, and he hated the way his face flushed when you both brushed knuckles in the halls. Maybe if he told you how he felt, you would leave him alone so he wouldn't have to suffer anymore

Yeah. That’s how it’s gonna go. He frowned. Here goes nothing

He grabbed your wrist, leading you past the classroom and swerving through people, his eyes searching and his ears tuning you out as you asked what the hell was going on. And then he found one. An empty hallway

He moved in it, rounding around its corner and moving you in front of him

“Bakugou, what the fuck? Class is that way-”

“Just shut up, for one second.” Bakugou gritted his teeth, his hands in his pockets as he looked away. He pulled one of his hands out, rubbing the nape of his neck

You became worried, stepping forward cautiously. “Bakugou?”

“I like you.”

You stopped. Did he just… Did he just say… No. That had to be a mistake. Your ears weren’t going bad were they?

“W-What?”

“Goddammit, you heard me! I fucking like you, S/o!” He shouted, his red face vulnerable for you to see, and you knew it wasn’t a lie your ears were playing to you. He actually said that

“Oh…” Your face became red, and Bakugou's face dropped. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He wanted to take back his words. He was going to lose you. Dammit. No. Why did he do that?

He stopped panicking, his body jolting back as you cried into his shoulder, wrapping your legs around his waist and he put his hands under your thighs, holding you up onto him

“O-Oi! What are you doing? Why the fuck are you crying?!”

“B-Because I'm relieved. I like you too you fucking idiot. I’ve liked for like a month now.” You cried into his shoulder, squeezing around his neck a little tighter, and Bakugou couldn’t believe what he was hearing

“Oh. Oh ho ho.” He wheezed out, moving his arms around your back. He dropped his head into your neck as well, feeling you shiver in his touch as his hair tickled your neck, but he didn’t care (though he saved that as a mental note for later for revenge one of these days)

You both stayed there for a while, completely missing the bell as you relished in each other's arms. This was a new side of Bakugou, a calmer side you’d probably never see often, but you hoped

The blond got an idea, a curious smile sneaking across his face, as he moved his hand down, squeezing your ads

You squealed, looking at him in disbelief

“Guess that grape shit wasn't lying. But I'll have to kill him for pointing it out”

[taestfully]

You work as a stripper

Request: Can you do a reaction when they find out their girlfriend is working as a stripper but she really needs the money?

A/N: The song I Don’t Mind by Usher ft. Juicy J was stuck in my head after doing this request😂. 

(some hints of sexual themes in this if you squint)

Seokjin

Jin laughed when you revealed to him that you were a stripper. He genuinely thought you were joking. “You’re very funny,” he chuckled. “You’re just trying to pull my leg.”

You rolled your eyes. “Actually, Jin, I’m serious,” you insisted. “I am a stripper.”

Jin laughed some more, your sincerity completely lost on him. And he kept laughing, up until he realized that your annoyed expression wasn’t changing. You weren’t budging, you weren’t smiling. You were dead serious. “Oh,” he said, the shocked realization settling over his features. “So...I’m dating a stripper....”

You patted his shoulder. “Yeah,” you chuckled, suddenly nervous. Maybe he hated the fact that he was with a stripper? Maybe he would think differently of you. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Jin shook his head and shrugged, but was still clearly trying to digest what you told him. “No, I, uh....I don’t mind...I think.”

Everything seemed settled after that, until the shock finally wore off and Jin began unleashing an onslaught of questions your way.

You were okay with that, though. You were just glad he didn’t mind.

Yoongi

Yoongi believed you. He didn’t have a hard time taking your word for it when you told him you stripped. He didn’t mind that you did it to earn extra cash. He knew that sometimes a person had to do what they had to just to make it. The problem was that he detested the thought of other people seeing you bare. It didn’t sit well with him that people lusted after you, that they wanted you in a way that only he could have you. Yoongi became possessive and while understanding of your reason for stripping, he didn’t approve.

“Yoongi,” you urged. “It’s not like I’m going around and screwing all these people. Hell, they can’t even really touch me.”

Yoongi grunted, his jaw set firmly. “It doesn’t matter that they don’t touch you, (y/n). It’s that they want to. They see your body and they want to touch you, want to ravish you. And they’d take the opportunity to have you if they could.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. He didn’t trust you. “And you’re saying I’d just let them have me? Yoongi I may be a stripper but I’m not a fucking whore! I wouldn’t even think of being with anyone but you. This is just a job. That’s it.”

Yoongi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. “Fuck, (y/n).” He took a deep breath in. “I didn’t mean anything about you. It’s just...you’re mine and only I can have you.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and gazed up at him. “It’s okay.” You bit your lip. “But don’t worry. They can look at me all they want but you’re the only one who gets to touch.”

Hoseok

Hoseok might’ve thought you were joking at first, but quickly realized that you were serious. You were a stripper. He was a little put off by the idea of others seeing you in such way that only he was able to, but more than anything he was pretty upbeat about it. Hoseok really just wanted to know why you hadn’t used your stripper skills on him yet. “You’ve been a stripper this whole time?”

“Yeah,” you replied, shrugging. “I’ve been doing it a while. It helps pay the bills.”

Hoseok smiled mischievously. “Well, it looks like you’ve been holding out on me then.”

“I have?”

“Yeah, I could’ve had my own personal stripper this whole time!” Hoseok chuckled when you rolled your eyes.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Don’t think just because we’re together that you get a discount, Hoseok,” you said, smirking. “I don’t come cheap, you know.”

Hoseok pulled you close to him, his hands finding their way to rest at your hips. He kissed your lips. “I’m sure there’s a way I can persuade you.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him, a smug smile playing at your lips. “You can try.”

Namjoon

Namjoon tried to be logical about the whole thing. You were just doing a job to earn some money to pay bills, no more, no less. You were also a grown adult capable of making your own decisions. If you wanted to be a stripper, then that was okay. Namjoon tried to be an understanding boyfriend.

But his possessive streak just wouldn’t listen. “Baby,” Namjoon sighed, still trying to process all the new information you had revealed to him. “Are you sure stripping is the right job for you?”

You shrugged. “It’s good money, Namjoon, and I need the money. It’s hard to live off the shitty pay at other jobs.”

“Well, if it’s money you need, then I can help with that—”

“—Namjoon, I’m a grown adult. I think I can earn my own money,” you argued.

Namjoon shook his head. “Baby, I know, but maybe you could find another job. A job that doesn’t involve you baring yourself in front of other people that aren’t me.” You saw his jaw set firmly and the jealousy in his eyes, and it took everything in you not to laugh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling your bodies close enough that there was no space in between. You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled. “Don’t tell me your jealous, Joon,” you teased.

Namjoon had a firm grip on your hips. “Jealous? No, of course not. I just don’t like to share you, is all.”

You bit your lip as you ran your hands down his chest, fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt. “I would hope not, considering you get me all to yourself. I’m no one else’s. I’m all yours.”

Jimin

Jimin was shocked, to say the least. He was not expecting that to be your big secret. Out of all the things you could’ve possibly told him, you being a stripper was definitely the most bizarre. You were the most precious person he’d ever met. You were the exact opposite of what he thought a stripper should’ve been like. “You? A stripper? Why?”

You sighed, shrugging lazily. “It’s not like I started it by choice. I fell into some hard times and needed money. There wasn’t really many jobs that offered a good pay until I found out about stripping.”

Jimin was still quite puzzled. “But you’re so cute, though! I never would’ve expected you to be a stripper.”

“I guess that means I hid it pretty well, right?” you chuckled. “But I wouldn’t call myself cute. At least, I’m not cute when stripping.”

Jimin was intrigued. He wanted to see the other part of you, the one that had been tucked sways for so long. He wanted to witness what stripper you was like. “Oh, really? Maybe you should show me.”

You smirked. “You think you could handle it?”

Jimin nodded, biting his lip. “Of course.”

Taehyung

Taehyung was shocked initially. Finding out your significant other was a stripper was news people generally didn’t receive very often. And sure, he didn’t like the idea of other people lusting after you, but Taehyung was chill about the whole thing. “Is it weird?”

“Is what weird?” you asked him.

“Stripping in front of others.”

You giggled. “It’s a little nerve-wracking at first, but you get used to it after a while. It’s actually really fun, performing I mean.”

Taehyung quirked an eyebrow at you. He smirked. “Oh, so you think stripping in front of others is fun?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Not what I meant, Tae.”

Taehyung chuckled, his hand resting at your thigh. “Maybe I should come watch you one night. Think I could book you for a private session?”

You pretended to think before shrugging. “I don’t usually do private sessions, but you can be my exception.”

Taehyung leant over and kissed you. “Good.”

Jungkook

Jungkook thought you were joking. Really, it all just seemed like a prank. Surely you had told him that you were a strippper just to get a rise out of him. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to pull pranks on each other. He laughed you off when you told him. “Yeah, right. Come on, (y/n), that’s one of your worst pranks yet.”

You groaned. Why wasn’t he believing you? “Jungkook, I’m serious. I’m a stripper. I strip and dance on a pole and get paid for it.”

Jungkook shook his head, chuckling. “I’ll give you an A for the effort, (y/n), but you’ll have to try harder next time to pull one over on me.”

You huffed, your hands on your hips as you looked Jungkook dead in the eye. “Okay, if you won’t believe me now, then come see me in action.”

“What?”

“I have a show tonight. You should come watch.” You watched the grin fall from his face as the gears started turning in his head.

“Watch you? You mean, go watch you strip?” Jungkook had that blank look on his face, the one he always had when he was shocked.

You nodded, smirking. “Yeah, watch me. Apparently seeing is believing, right?”

#btscreatorsnet #kpopwonderlandtag #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts #bts fanfiction #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[woah-imagine-that]

Maybe sos sonic with a detective s/o that interrogated him at some point, but he keeps getting arrested just so he can talk to them

“Wait. Is that true? Has he really been arrested three times in the past two months?”

“Yeah. That’s crazy right? We barely even catch the guys let alone three times.”

“Wow. Either he wants to be caught or we’re getting better at our jobs.”

Those were the voices of the various policemen you passed on your way to the interrogation room. Yes, what they were saying was true, they have arrested a wanted man multiple times in the past two months, you know because every time he comes they call you over to interrogate him.

As a hard working and dedicated detective, you had to take the offer whenever it came up, for fear that it could hinder your job offerings if you said no, there was barely any jobs as it is. It wasn’t as if you hated the job, in fact, you loved interrogation, however… this criminal made you loathe it.

“I’m sorry to call you in again, it’s not everyday we get a wanted criminal in the station,” the general chief who was accompanying you addressed. You shrugged it off, saying it wasn’t a problem, it wasn’t everyday you got a job interrogating. “I’m glad to hear, all of our other workers haven’t been able to crack him, you’ve gotten closer than anyone.” You beamed at his compliment, you didn’t want to toot your own horn but you were one of the best in the business.

After a few little exchanges, you were both in front of the interrogation room. You breathed in slightly, ready to get to work. “I’ll let you take it from here.” The general chief stepped back to say, “the cuffs are restraining him, but if he tries anything—

“I know, you’ll be on the other side of the observation mirror. I’ll be fine,” you reassured him as you stepped inside.

The man in question was sitting down, right across from you, tied to the uncomfortable chair. He smiled delightedly as you entered the interrogation room. He was in his usual attire, his black bodysuit fit tightly on his form, his hair was done up in its usual style, though you noticed it was a little more dishevelled than usual. You ignored his smile and took your seat.

This was your favourite part, the psychological battle has already begun and neither of you have uttered a single word. You both stared at each other, trying to read the other’s mind, if only you could.

He was the one to break the silence first, “we really need to stop meeting like this, my dear detective.”

You fought the urge to scoff. You really didn’t like the way he called you ‘detective,’ it felt so condescending, like you were nothing to him. You would prove him wrong and punch him in the face right then and there… but that would be against your code, and besides, the police have already roughed him up enough, you could still see hints of bruises scattered on his skin, as much as you detested him, you didn’t want to pour salt on his wounds.

“We wouldn’t have to if you stopped your criminal activities,” you snapped back. “Tell me, how many innocents have you killed?”

“I was only on a job,” he protested, avoiding the question. “You know that.” He was right, you knew that. On your first session with him, he claimed that he was a hired hitman, and that if you wanted to interrogate anyone, it should be the one he worked for.  

“Don’t avoid the question. I’m here to interrogate you, not your employer,” you said this last time. You saw him lean back in his chair and sigh, so he would be difficult it seemed, so you had no other choice but to be the level-headed one.

“I’ll just skip to my point, no use boring you with useless details, we’ve been through this song and dance many times…” you sighed, trying to make him comfortable enough to confess. Well, as comfortable as he could get restrained in that chair.

“…Too many times,” you continued. “We’ve never had this much activity, especially not from the same person. You’re a smart man, Sonic,” you finally addressed him by his name… Or the name he went by at least. “You’re fast, cunning, able to cut a person’s head off with a single flick—“

“I thought you were skipping to your point, it seems like you’re just here to flatter me,” he interrupted, his voiced laced with arrogance. This elicited an annoyed grunt from you, which he recuperated with an arrogant scoff. You breathed in and moved on, you would not let him get the best of you. He did this last time as well, we wanted to draw out this interrogation as long as possible, you haven’t been able to figure out why, but you suspected it was so you would get distracted and forget your questions, but you refused to let that happen, your reputation could be on the line if you messed this up.

“What I’m trying to say is: you’re not the person who gets caught by mere police, multiple times no less. Tell me…” You leaned in, “what are you really here for?”

He only smiles at you, “you’re smarter than you let on, maybe you do deserve this position, detective.”

“Just answer the question.”  

He leaned back more in his chair, if that was even possible at this point, bored with your straightforwardness. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear that…” you were really starting to regret taking this job, he was being more annoying than usual, it was giving you a headache. “Sonic, its my goddamn job to hear everything that comes out of suspect’s mouths, no matter how dark they may be. Now do you want to talk or will I have to send the officers back in to blacken those bruises of yours?”

You were expecting him to be angry, to lash out at you for even daring to threaten him. But he just sat there smiling, looking at you, almost staring into your soul, you didn’t like it.

It didn’t take long before he spoke, not taking his eyes off you. “I’ll admit they gave me the slip the first time. Cunning little bastards. It was humiliating seeing their smirks and hearing their remarks as I got took in. But the worst part about it was sitting here and watching so called ‘detectives’ and ‘interrogators’ come in and ask me the most tedious things. It was almost satisfying seeing them leave with dejected faces… But then they called you in.” 

You perked up at last sentence, your curiosity suddenly in high gear. “You,” he said again, in a different and weird tone this time. When he stopped talking you grew concerned, suddenly it was difficult to keep eye contact with him and your body tensed, even the slightest bit. It felt like forever before he continued, “I enjoyed talking with you, you have a fire in your eyes I didn’t see in those other detectives, you really love this job don’t you?”

“This is not about me, I want to know why you’re here—”    

“But it is about you,” he was quick to correct you, “when I was released I wanted nothing more than to be in this room with you again, so I let myself get caught, something I never thought I’d do. But the second time with you wasn’t enough, I needed more. I needed more of you.”

He was really freaking you out now; you felt a chill run up your back. leaning back in your seat, you tried to put more space between you. You were just about ready to signal the officers on the other side of the mirror you were so scared. You let out a gasp when he suddenly broke free of his handcuffs like they were nothing, in an instant he was in front of you, leaning over you with malicious intent.

“As much as I’d like to snatch you up right here, I won’t. I want to keep this game going a little longer. But we will meet again, my dear, I can assure you.” And just like that, he was gone. Almost instantly after, the officers quickly burst their way in, most of them running off to locate him while some stayed to make sure you were all right. They were telling you things, but you didn’t listen, all you could think about was Sonic’s last words to you.  

#oh boy sonic is harder to write for than i thought #thought i might pump this out since the second season is here #fanfiction #short story #one punch man #speed o sound sonic #detective au #s/o #gender neutral s/o

[fatesofthestars]

Ren mems for this memory ramble post I've been periodically adding onto this for the past like hour between other things;;

I knew him since kingdomcraft, before Stress and I joined we had a UHC and Ren and I teamed up together :] But also we lost like real god damn fast because We Bad. But we called ourselves Team Noob :p

He took me on a tour of what kingdomcraft was at the time and one of my favorite mems of this was our minecarts getting stuck on the rails, and I told him I'd give him a little push but in reality I shoved his minecart at full force and when I met up with him at the end he punched my shoulder and complained

I fought off random mobs and he called me his knight in shining armor

My house in the swamp was very cramped and he complained about it yet he fell asleep in my bed, smh

He was the first out of anyone there to call me Welsie and that became my common nickname and also carried over to hermitcraft

Iskall once said while we were doing stuff together that he (Ren) was like an expensive girlfriend so one time when he was laying across my lap while I was reading I told him Iskall said that. He pouted about it so I ruffled his hair and told him I'd spoil him if he asked me to and he went "And they say chivalry is dead!" And at some point later I realized it sounded like I was flirting with him

Ren let me share resources from his farms early s4 like a sweetheart

One night when I was feeling sort of ashamed/insecure about a bunch of early deaths Ren comforted me, he just stayed with me and talked to me and eventually we both fell asleep cuddling

He bragged about me since I didn't brag about myself :P

He liked greeting me by going "Welsie, baby!" and it eventually was also just an affectionate title/nickname. I started calling him Renny boy and he always got really happy hearing me say it :] His tail would wag a bunch

I liked braiding his hair :D

Oh yeah and at some point in either kingdomcraft or hc s4 Iskall I think it was made me realize that like. The whole time Ren was totally flirting with me and he made me actually realize me big gay for the puppy boy

One of my favorite memories is the one where he found a grassland area and took me there cause he knew I hated the Mesa. And it was raining and we just laid in it. And cheesy as it was that was where I first kissed him :P laying in the rain with him. We went to my place after we were done laying there, I helped him dry his hair off, and he borrowed some of my clothes. We cuddled together and slept and it was probably the happiest and most at peace I'd ever been at that point.

A common occurrence was waking up to him leaning over me with his nose pressed against mine and he'd say "Good morning, Welsie baby!"

S4 we were just like. So obviously in love and very affectionate but we never brought up relationships. And in s5 after I got in a QPR with Etho I felt bad but he assured me he wasn't upset or anything, and he said I didn't have to belong to only him.

I liked being very physically affectionate with him, like I'd nuzzle against him and cuddle him a lot :] I also liked giving him a bunch of kisses and calling him my lil puppy ♡♡

Once when we were sitting on my bed he was about to head back to his place so I could sleep but I wanted to cuddle with him so I told him to give me a hug first. He did, and I put my blanket around both of us and pulled him down with me when I laid down and told him he had to cuddle with me now and that I was gonna start purring so he was obligated to stay there :p

Being super tired once laying face down in bed meanwhile he just sat next to me rubbing my back

I don't remember much of Ren in season 5 but I know he occasionally came over to watch me build and stuff or to just spend time with me

S6 my beloved and detested but s6 was really fucking good for me and Ren <3 we got together properly this season

Ren came over wanting to borrow some diamonds once early season, he was leaning over the fence around my crops wagging his tail and I asked what he needed. He said "I'm just visiting my Welsie! Can't I just visit my Welsie?" And I obviously saw through it :p He asked shyly if he could borrow some diamonds and I went over and gave him a kiss and said of course he could. I lent him some diamonds and gave him some bread I had made ♡

Fighting the dragon alone and repeatedly dying and eventually staying on a call with Ren was something. He was cheering me on while I was screaming profanities at the dragon basically. But afterwards we met up in the loft in the enchanter's top floor and we ended up taking a nap and he held me. We liked the loft up there and sometimes just hung out there and we'd take naps there holding each other

Near the enchanter Ren was building a restaurant of sorts and he told me when it was finished he'd take me there for a date :]

I borrowed some of his sheep from over there once and he called me a little thief

Every Damn Season this heckin doggo boy tried to give me log discounts lemme tell ya.

For Christmas Ren put a bow across his chest, one around his neck, and one on his tail and told me he was my gift :p he then apologized saying he couldn't think of a good enough gift but I assured him he was the perfect gift ♡♡♡

After we got caught in that wolf trap in the prank war Ren was bandaging me up and I just grumbled "Stupid dogs" but I quickly turned to him and said "Not you, I love you."

One time we were baking together and he was wearing a pink apron,,, he was so cute istg

The first time Ren saw me again in s7 he hugged me like. Tight enough to break my damn ribs and my spine in half.

I got caught up in some stuff with Hels so that was just another thing stopping me from spending time with Ren and Etho in s7 but when I told Ren about it he reassured me partially in a silly way just to cheer me up

S8 was very rough for me as well and a lot of memories with Ren and Etho are negative but I still had some okay and even good moments with them. Ren liked taking me out to end islands and cities just as a chill thing and he visited me at my base periodically. Sometimes just to tell me about the hermatrix stuff, sometimes just to come see me.

I think he almost broke my concrete converter but at the same time I mean so did I—

He asked me when I was gonna build another grand castle and I told him I actually thought about it but decided I didn't care to (I didn't have a mega base this season. I scrapped the idea). He told me "Well if you're not gonna have a mega base, you at least need a bigger house!"

He brought me down to his little storage/treasure area over at his and Doc's place and said it was for his and Doc's most important treasures then patted my head and said "So that's why I put you in here!"

That's not every Ren memory ever but those are some notable ones/ones I like :p

#Jev and Biff have also been on my mind mayb I'll rant about them too idk #Maybe not tonight but also maybe I dunno lol #⚔.txt #memory talk #The hell was his tag #🐕 #This one #Dude I haven't used people tags for people from my canon in a while—