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[uluvjay]

List two prompt 26 with Vince Dunn please!?

26. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it

Vince Dunn x Established relationship fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, slight exhibition kink, teasing, dirty talk, degrading, p in v, unprotected sex( don’t be silly, wrap ur willy), breeding kink…, talk of getting reader pregnant..

I hope you enjoy anon and thank you so much for requesting! I apologize for any errors

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You knew better and he knew that you knew better then to act up a team event so he was confused as to why you thought it was a good idea to flirt with other guys at His team event.

“I just don’t get why my fiancé is going around letting random businessmen and donators buy her drinks” he scolded you in the hotel elevator.

The team had rented out enough hotel rooms for all the players incase they were to drunk and didn’t want to get an Uber home, Vince was perfectly capable of driving you both home after only have two drinks at the beginning of the night, but he couldn’t wait to make it home to teach you a lesson.

“I wasn’t flirting! I was talking with Amanda when that one guy came over and offered to buy me a drink” you tried defending yourself even though you did flirt and you did it to get this exact reaction out of your fiancé.

“Oh and you just decided to except it!?”

“He’s one of the biggest donors to the team! I didn’t want one wrong thing to make him feel some kind of way, and he even complemented my ring! He knew I was engaged” you tried

“That’s because it’s a damn Rock Y/n! It’s not hard to miss” he grumbled as he unlocked the hotel room door.

as you walked in you noticed the floor to ceiling windows and Vince getting undressed.

“Take your dress off and go wait by the windows” he instructed you.

He was getting ready to scold you as you walked over to him but when you tuned around and moved your hair out of the way he realized you needed him to unzip your dress and that he needed to take a deep breath.

You gave him a light thank you before doing as told, you laid your expensive dress on the bed before taking your heels off and walking over to the windows. The view of Seattle was absolutely stunning and you could see all of the strip that the hotel was located on.

You felt his presence behind you before he even made a move on you, “beautiful isn’t it?” He asked to which you only nodded in response.

He pulled you into him so that your back was pressed up against his chest as he began to kiss down your neck. “I wanna fuck you right here against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it” he whispered in your ear making your breath hitch.

“Now go be good for once and press yourself up against the glass” he told you giving you a slight push.

You did as told and soon felt his hands running around your body, starting from your thighs and all the way up to your breast as he gripped them and pinched your nipples making you moan out.

“Gonna be a good girl for me? Let everyone watch you get fucked and put in your place?” He asked.

“Yes sir” you told him finally deciding to drop your scheme and submit to him.

“Good girl” he said before pushing your front completely against the glass and running his fingers through your folds.

“All this for me? Or did you get this wet talking to that old bastard?”

“All for you V, promise your the only one that can get me this wet” you moaned as he slipped a finger inside you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Yeah? Only a slut for me?” He asked laying a slap on your plump ass.

“Yes!” You moaned as he added a second finger and sped up.

He worked you close to the edge before pulling his fingers out and putting them in his mouth, moaning at how you taste. You let out a gasp as you felt the head of his bare cock run through your folds.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant eh? That way everyone will know that you’re taken, since that fat ass rock on your finger doesn’t do it.”

You moaned at the thought of him getting you pregnant, kids had been in the talks for a while but you were in the process of planning a wedding.

“Yeah? Would you like that? Being all round and full with my baby in your belly?” He asked.

“Yes! I want your babies Vince, so bad” you moaned out to him and your confession making him moan as well.

That was all he needed to hear before he slipped inside you with one harsh thrust that took your breath away and allowed him to let out a deep groan.

He gave you a second to get used to the girth and length of his cock before he began moving again. You felt his hand in the middle of your back pushing you a little more forward and pulling your hips out as he fucked you.

“Fuck!” you let out as he began to slap your ass.

“Such a slut for me, letting me fuck you against windows for the whole city to see how desperate you are” he groaned as his thrust were now deep and slow making you cry out at the new pace.

“Ohh shit v” you moaned as you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

You began to thrust yourself back onto his dick the best that you could from the position he had you in. “Yeah that’s it baby” he encouraged and he began to speed up again.

You felt his body lean over yours and a arm hood around your stomach making him go even deeper somehow.

“Holy shit!” You called out in a cloud of immense pleasure.

His balls were slapping against you as he fucked you hard, letting out louder groans then usual, you loved when he got possessive and jealous.

“Vince! I’m gonna cum! Please can I cum?” You began to beg.

“Go ahead baby, I’m right behind you” he moaned out as you started to clench him even harder.

Your orgasm helped push him over the edge and he came deep inside of you. He stood up and let go of your hair before slowly pulling out as you moaned at the sensitivity.

He helped you find your balance before turning you around to find that your mascara had ran due to tears of pleasure and hair was matted to your face.

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a kiss, “you know I love you right? And that I don’t want anyone else? I only excepted that guys drink to get you going and I never even took a sip. I’m really sorry” you apologized to your beautiful fiancé.

He smiled at you before giving you a quick kiss on the head and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not mad honey, I figured you were just trying to get my wound up” he told you.

“Are you serious about wanting to get me pregnant though?” You asked pulling away enough to look in his eyes.

“I mean I know we should probably wait till after the wedding, especially since you already picked your dress but if it happens I’d be very happy” he explained to you.

“Me too, I want all your babies Vince” you teased him.

“All of em?” He asked as his hands began to move down to your thighs

“Every single one” you confirmed before a squeal left you as he picked you up and ran towards the bed for round two.

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[s-4pphics]

i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???

this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course y’all can :3 

wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spit🤭, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think that’s it idk

you were having a very, very terrible day. 

your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething. 

you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, and—much to your delighted surprise—ellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!

she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, she’d texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldn’t wait to suck her dic—

the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructor’s relentless berating. 

you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class. 

he’d been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and you’d been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it. 

you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you. 

a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellie’s dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat. 

“hey,” you said simply. 

“hi.. what happened?” she asked, brows pulled down in concern. 

“rehearsals sucked today, don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest.” 

“okay… you ready to go?” 

you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot. 

ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number ‘4’ as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired. 

“are you hungry? we can order whatever you want,” she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder. 

you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway. 

she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home. 

she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you. 

she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, “sit down and tell me what you wanna eat.” 

“ellie.” 

“mhm?” 

“where’s your dick?” 

and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuck—

“where’s my… where’s my dick?” she replied, slurring slightly. 

“yeah.” 

ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her. 

the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. you’d pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself. 

she’d strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would die—

she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back. 

“y‘dick feels so fuckin’ good, daddy, fuck!” 

she couldn’t even say anything back to you, and it wasn’t because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldn’t remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. she’d already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shit—

you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze. 

“gonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?” 

she couldn’t speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak ‘uh huh uh huhs’ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldn’t sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so good—

she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!—

“fuuuck! fuckfuckfuck—uuggh!”

“yeahyeah, give it t’me, gimmegimmegimme!—“ 

ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasn’t come this hard in her life since… ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that alone—

…you felt so much better afterwards!

[yenqa]

here with me

sypnosis : during your trip to go eat sushi, you not only find your new favorite song, but your new favorite person to listen to it with.

wc : 0.48k

warnings : hands on thigh (?), mentions of having a crisis (not in detail)

pairing : nonidol! jake x gn!reader

a/n : i actually saw a writing prompt for this on tiktok and i was like oh em gee i should write that :0 so here i am, also i really like how this turned out so i hope u do too 🫶

“come on! we’re almost done y/n!”

you groan as you place your hands back on the keyboard, trying to type the conclusion for you and jake’s presentation.

“can you read over this?” you ask him, turning the computer to face him.

his eyes scan the screen, searching for any errors or improvements.

“you should replace the last sentence with something else, it makes it sound like your repeating the whole thing,” he answers, returning back to his laptop.

“ugh- okay.” you give in, holding the backspace bar, retyping the sentence.

“is this better?” you turn your laptop again.

“hmm…” he carefully reads the last sentence before giving you a thumbs up, “sounds good to me!”

you had only came over to jake’s dorm an hour ago, yet you had already finished the project. suddenly a memory comes into your mind.

“wait you promised me sushi if we finish the project today!” you exclaim, shutting off your laptop and packing your bag.

he rolls his eyes, “okay fine i did, go get ready.”

“i did get ready!” you argue “let’s go!” you grab his arm, his hand sloppily grabs his keys as you two walk out the door, locking his dorm and turning to the elevator.

time skip

he opens the car door before you even get there, motioning his hand for you to get in.

“thank you,” your face turning a light pink. he just smiles at you, walking around the car to the driver's side of the car.

“are we going to the place near the mall?”

“yes! can i play music?”

“of course! here” he unlocks his phone, opening spotify, ”just play whatever you want.”

“do you have any songs you want jake?” you ask, as the beginning of here with me, by d4vd softly plays.

“no, it’s okay, you can play whatever you want.” you smile at him, turning to look outside the window.

the car stops, as he turns to look at you .

“hey you know what?” you whip your head around to look at him, one hand was on the steering wheel, but you didn’t notice the second one on your thigh, flustered as ever, you answer.

“what?”

“this song reminds me of you,”

“really?” your voice turns soft, as if you’ll scare jake away if you were any louder.

“yeah it does,” he smiles to himself, turning back to the road.

“oh.” you smile, placing your hand on his, “why so?”

“well, i enjoy your company a lot, and i think that the song reflects that well.” he grabs your hand, encasing it in his as he focuses on the road.

you on the other hand can’t focus on anything but him. you didn’t think you had any romantic feelings for him before, but here you were, having a crisis right next to your newly found crush.

“it can be our song then.” you blurt out, nothing coming to your mind at the moment.

his smile grows, “i like the sound of that.”

thank u sm for reading! i appreciate all notes and feedback :)). have a great day my loves!

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[utookapictureofursalad]

In love with you in ages <3

As I said this is gonna be a series of one shots that share one specific theme and story but they are not necessarily related or in order. Just a series of scenarios that pop to my mind :)

Hope u enjoy this, and please share your thoughts and ideas with and tell me if I could do anything to make my writings better. Also I'm not a native English speaker so please kindly ignore any grammar errors haha.

#Fluff

#sweetness

#love theme

It was around 9 in the morning when I pulled up Infront of Matty's apartment. After checking myself once or twice in the morning I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I grabbed the collars of my khaki overcoat to block the cold breeze from freezing me as I entered the lobby.

I waved at the security guy who was still half asleep as I walked toward the elevator.

Few minutes later I was standing behind Matty's door. Fixing my hair once again, even though it didn't need to be fixed I knocked on his apartment door.

"coming" I heard Matty almost shouted from the other side of the door, his heavy accent a lullaby to my ears.

Few seconds later he opened the door and his handsome frame appeared at the door.

He was in his black sweat pants and grey shirt, his dark curls were capturing his face as perfectly as always and I wondered if he could Get any cuter when he smiled and showed me his perfectly imperfect crooked teeth. "Hey, love" he finally said. "hey, morning" I said as he made a space for me to enter his house. Matty had his hand delicately on the small of my back as he guided me inside.

"it's freezing outside" I said as we walked to his kitchen. "Did you sleep with socks on again?" He mocked me. "Don't... Start" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's okay Y/n, everyone can decide what they wanna be and you decided to be a psychopath and sleep with socks on" he mocked me again as his hand left my back and he went to Kitchen. I took off my coat and put the books on counter and sat on one of the chairs. I smiled and looked around the house, the windows were open letting the slightly cold breeze inside the house. The house was not that bright, the lights were yellow and dim creating a quite cozy environment. "Tea?" Matty asked. "yupp" I said now focusing on him. I couldn't lie, he looked really perfect standing in the kitchen making tea, almost like a pefect painting, his dark curls bouncing with his every small move. I could feel the smell of cinnamon in the air which was quite comforting. Matty's house smelled like cinnamon and sweets and cigarettes almost all the time and honestly I was kinda so used to this smell that I missed it sometimes when I was home alone.

He put two cups of tea on the counter as he sat right Infront of me, our knees touching.'cookies?' He asked his mouth already full of them and kept a bowl of chocolate chipped cookies infront of me. 'Thanks' I smiled picking one. I smiled as my hands touched my cup, the warmth of the tea spreading all over my cold hands. I took a sip and looked at Matty who was now rubbing his eyes. I realized that they looked red and puffier than usual. "You didn't sleep last night?" I asked. "What?" He said looking at me confused. "you look tired, you didn't sleep?" I repeated, " I did... well I don't know maybe only one or two hours?" He said twirling his hair around his fingers. "How about... umm...What do you say that we just go back to bed instead of studying today?" He said looking down and toying with his cup of tea. "Umm... Okay" I agreed way faster than I expected and he looked up at me shooting me one of his cute smiles. "Can I spoon you as well?" He said getting off his chair. "Yeah... I guess yeah." I said. "Cool" he said putting the empty cups in the sink and coming over to me. "Let's go love" he said taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was still undone and there was books on the floor. His ashtray was on the table beside bed and it was full. Sometimes it worried me just how much he smoked but I couldn't deny just how hot he looked while smoking. "Here love" He said lifting the white duvet for me to get under it. Honestly I felt so much better laying under blankets with Matty than having to teach him. He got under the blankets as well and layed down next to me. This was the first time we were sharing a bed and for some weird reasons it did not feel weird at all. It felt comfortable and safe like I was home. "Oh wait..." He said bringing me out of my thought and getting out of bed. I watched him walk to the music player that was placed in the corner of room "Do you mind if I play some tracks?" He asked scratching the back of his head. 'you're such a romantic.'I teased pulling the blanket up to my chin earning an eye roll from him. He connected his phone to the music player and a frank Sinatra's voice filled the room. "perrrrfect" he smiled getting in bed and laying next to me. We both layed on our sides looking at eachother for few minutes as the sound of rain and music mixed perfectly together.

"I... Can I hold you?" He said hesitating a bit. I looked in his pefect chocolate eyes for few seconds before answering "I think I have already agreed to you spooning me, so yeah" I said and he smiled. His arm wrapped around my waist delicately, carefully, softly and he pulled me closer to him. His other hand grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. My own arms wrapped around him as well and I placed my hand on his upper arms. We layed there still for few minutes, none of us saying a word. The sound of rain, chet baker playing his saxophone and our slow breathing was all I could hear. I never felt this comfortable around any guy in my whole life. Mattys touch was calming me down in stages that I didn't know even existed.

Then his hand went through my hair, his lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his fingers playing with my hair and messaging my scalp so softly and slowly that it almost made my head spin in so much relaxation.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked once I could overcome my feelings. "Feeling good?" Matty asked as we looked into each others eyes, his hand still on my head doing the magic. "Mhm.. very good" I said toying with the collar of his shirt. " I have so many talents love" Matty said sending me a wink and I giggled. "My Nana used to do this to me when I was a kid" he spoke looking up at the ceiling "eveytime that I couldn't sleep I would go lay next to her and she would touch my hair like this and I would fall asleep almost immediately." He said shooting me a sad smile and I looked at him silently for few seconds. "Do you miss her?"I hesitated to ask but I finally did. "Yeah from time to time" he nodded his fingers now playing with the hem of my shirt. "Can you do that for me?" He asked grabbing my face and looking at me. "what?" I asked Looking at him blankly "Play with my hair"

"Yeah... I think I can do that. I wont be as good as you tho" I said 'I'm sure you will be.' He asked as I pulled him into my arms. his head was now placed right under my chin, his smooth face in touch with my neck as I held him gently with one hand and ran the other through his hair, playing with his beautiful curls and rubbing his head delicately and carefully just like what he did to mine. I heard him him sighing and he held me tighter than before, leaving no space left between us. For one moment, it felt like nothing else really mattered, it was just us and the sound of music was making everything sound so surreal and so beautiful and so out of this world. "Am I doing this right?" I asked. "so right... I think I'm gonna fall asleep soon" he said and I smiled planting a soft kiss on his hair.

[channieismyboy]

chanel chance

{dilf!seonghwa x f!reader}

sypnosis: we get to know eactly how seonghwa feels about y/n...

warnings: age difference (y/n is 21, seonghwa is 29), eventual smut, language, kind of slow burn, sad attemps at humor, punctuation errors because i'm tired

link to my masterlist <3 | link to part 2

"and then what happened?" minho asks. he has one hand on the steering wheel, and as the traffic light turns green, he rotates his right arm in a clockwise direction. you feel the turn, holding onto the car until it drives straight.

"he insisted on walking me to the gate, so i agreed. then once we arrived at the gate, he told me i got the job" you say while looking out the window. it's dark out. the streetlights, along with the illuminated signs from fast food restaurants contrast nicely with the night sky.

you hear a gasp come out of jisung's mouth at your statement, his hand covering his ajared mouth. he hits minho's shoulder a few times, basically slapping him. you’re pretty sure minho’s arms under his black t-shirt is all red. "so you're going to see mr. park more often now?"

"i think so, although i'm quite nervous. i don't want to do the wrong thing in front of someone so important." you say.

"why? cause you think he's sexy?" minho says with a huge smirk on his face. you roll your eyes at what your annoying friend had said. you kick the driver's seat that’s in front of you to bug minho a bit, it worked since you hear him yell out a loud ‘yah’ while raising his hand in a fist, while jisung dies of laughter in the background.

"yeah y/n, i saw how you were smiling at his face. i could even see your blush from all the way in the car." jisung says just to provoke you even more. He adds fuel to the fire minho had started. they truly are perfect for each other, you remark.

"shut up, even if i think he's a little attractive," you're lying of course, mr. park is the most handsome man you have laid your eyes on, and to top it he's incredibly respectful. "i can't let that get to me, i mean he's my uncles boss. i must be as professional as possible. plus it's like anything would happen between us."

you all agree at that, there would be no way on earth that mr. park would be interested in you...

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the rest of the car ride to your apartment consisted of a call to your uncle on speaker, telling him about what had happend while shuting up minho and jisung in the background. After your call with your uncle, minho and jisung continued teasing you about your new boss.

after saying goodbye to your friends with a bright smile, you enter your appartment's building and head straight for the elevator. you would like to have the rest of the evening to yourself to get your thoughts in order. that is until, you hear a small ding coming from your phone. after entering your small apartment, and taking off your shoes, you look at who messaged you.

you see that it's mr. park who messaged you. a strange feeling of excitement and nervousness creeps onto you. you slide your phone open, and read the message.

mr. park:

[9:45 p.m.] hi, could you tell me what days would be best for you to babysit jieun so i know when to make arrangements for my work?

you think about the times of your classes, trying to remember each one correctly before you come to the conclusion that wednesdays, fridays and sundays would be best for you.

you:

[9:50 p.m.] hello mr. park! i looked at my schedule for this semester and the days that would work for me to babysit jieun would be wednesdays, fridays, and sundays. if any of those days do not work for you please let me know!

you wait a little bit, staring at your phone screen. you see the three little bubbles pop up, indicating that he's typing.

mr. park:

[9:54 p.m.] don't worry, all of those days work for me! since it will be saturday in a few days, would 6:30 to 9 p.m. work for you?

you:

[9:55 p.m.] yes that is a good time for me, see you then!!

the realization that you will now work for your uncle's boss has now kicked in for you...

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seonghwa's pov:

y/n:

[9:55 p.m.] yes that is a good time for me, see you soon!!

"would it be okay for me to ask why are you smiling so much mr. park?"

i look up to see laura hanging up my jacket and placing it on a rack in a nearby closet. she has a slight smirk on her face. was i really smiling at my phone?

"laura, it has been three years of you working for me, please call me by my first name. plus for your information, i was not smiling at my phone." i say as i put down my phone on my desk. i stand and walk closer to her, until i am face to face with her.

"i'm pretty sure i saw you smiling." she teases while putting on her shoes at the front door.

laura is one of my housekeepers, i hired her a while ago when jieun was younger. she has helped me incredibly, acting as a mother-figure of sorts for jieun and strangely me. i recall her interview and her saying that retirement had become too boring, since she had worked all her life, and had become used to it.

i found that i could relate to her reason. i think i will most likely end up working for a long time to satisfy my family. she has been working for me ever since. i am incredibly grateful towards her. she constantly makes sure i take care of myself as i am always in my office.

"well i was just texting with ms. L/n, we were discussing her schedule to babysit jieun,"

her wrinkled face now has a surprised expression. "you finally hired a babysitter? it's that girl who came in today right, the pretty one?"

i feel my face heat up a bit at laura's blunt statement. "yes i hired her, i deem her to be responsible. plus jieun likes her a lot even after one session."

"i'm surprised mr. 'no one is good enough to babysit my daughter' hired someone so quickly," laura says mockingly, already heading out the door. flashbacks of numerous interviews of previous babysitters replay in my mind. laura is right, i value and love my daughter dearly which is why i may be slightly picky when it comes to who's in charge of her.

"i'll see you tomorrow mr. park!" she says while waving out to me. i daze out of my thoughts and wave back to the kind older lady before i close the door.

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i lay down on my bed, the soreness in my back beginning to disappear. i exhale through my nose while closing my eyes. my mind goes back to what laura had said to me, "i'm surprised mr. 'no one is good enough to babysit my daughter' hired someone so quickly," why did i hire L/n so quickly i ask myself?

suddenly, i recall L/n’s face smiling. i recall the feeling my tired self felt when i saw her smile. it somehow relaxed me seeing her bright eyes light up, and how she smelled like one of my favorite perfumes, ‘chanel chance’. perhaps that's why i walked her to the front gate, because i wanted to be in her calming and uniquely alluring presence? i shake my head at my thoughts, i should not be thinking this. my heart should not skip a beat when i think of her. i am most certainly tired, that explains why i am thinking like this.

end of seonghwa's pov

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a/n: hey guys!! I know that it’s been a long time. I have been trying my best to write but it never worked out, or I was dealing with some issues. I know this one was short, and if the punctuation is off, it’s because I was tired. But because this one was short the next part will most-likely have lots of plot development. I have big plans for this, the execution might just take a little while. However, I do appreciate the amount of support I have gotten from you all!!! It honestly motivates me incredibly <3 Please make sure to take care of yourselves, eat, sleep, and drink water properly!! I love you all <3

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[asshlyyyy]

Rocket Man

Thank you so much for the request! The moment I saw it I knew I just had to do it. I still am going to be working on some drafts. I'm hoping to have Until I Found Her Pt. 4 out next! I know it's been awhile for that series but... It's a fic very important to us!

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Spelling and Grammatical Errors Most Likely. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.3k

Check out the original ask here!

In life, you had to face the darkest moments thrown at you. You saw life as a dark black and white world. Everything seemed to have moved slower and… and it was miserable. It was like something took all the happiness in your heart and ripped it out. You turned your head away from the store display and let out a breath. 

You sucked in a breath and made your way down the street. How did your life come to this? You thought moving away would solve everything. Hell, you lived in a goddamn castle in France. Yet, here you were in Las Vegas, Nevada. Why? Because you were personally asked to play piano. 

The same instrument that brought so much pain and suffering to your life. Yet, you couldn’t say no. You could never say no to him. No matter what you felt, you would always come back to him. 

You made your way up to the newly built hotel and pushed open the doors. You brought your hand up to your eyes and wiped away the threatening tears. You marched over to the reception and pressed on a smile. 

“Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You said as you pulled up your bag, ready to pull out some papers.

“Of course, we were told about your arrival. Mr. Presley made sure you would be staying in the best room.” The receptionist spoke as she reached behind her to grab a key. You smiled genuinely at that comment. You two might’ve broken up years prior… but he always made sure you were being taken care of. 

“Thank you,” you said with a head nod. She gave you the key to your room and you were on your way. You made your way to the elevator and pressed the number to your floor. You arrived shortly to your floor and went to find your room. There weren’t many rooms on the floor, which made you think that these rooms were bigger in size compared to standard rooms.

As you opened the door to your room you let out a verbal gasp. This room was absolutely amazing. You placed your bags onto the floor and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view was absolutely amazing. Not only could you see all of Las Vegas, but you could also see the hills that surrounded them. 

“Oh wow,” you mumbled under your breath. You were honestly too stunned to think or say anything. Now, nothing can ever beat the views of south Franch from your bedroom window… but… this was definitely up there. 

There was a knock on your door, “come in!” You called out to the mysterious person. The door to your… suite or villa or… whatever it was called opened and you heard the footsteps of someone entering.

“Y/n,” his voice sent chills up your back. You sucked in a breath and turned to look at him. With one look, it was like all the colors flashed back into your life.  He was wearing a brown suit. Only one button was fastened and he wore nothing underneath. His bare chest just invited your eyes to look.

“Elvis,” you replied back with a soft tone. You smiled softly at him and made your way over to him. Once you were at arm's length, he pulled you into a hug. You instantly wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face against his chest. His chest hairs tickled your face ever so slightly, but it was refreshing. 

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. You nodded in agreement and just held onto him. It was like all the memories and loveable moments you two shared came back and it seemed as if no time had passed.

You and Elvis had met while he was filming It Happened at the World’s Fair, which was in 1963. You were helping around the set with a few chores. Well, you ended up bumping into him and it started your friendship. It didn’t take long for Elvis to ask you out though.

You two would date for about four years until you two separated. Of course, it was about his career. Apparently, it would be more appealing if Elvis married someone he had a history with. Someone who was… in a sense more beautiful than you were. That same year in 1967 he would get married. A few months after you two split. 

After he had gotten married you moved out to France. Something Elvis always wanted to do, but couldn’t simply because the Colonel wouldn’t let him. You saw the pictures… of course, you did. You were sure the whole world did and… he looked amazing. Secretly, you wished you were the one wearing one and marrying him.

The break-up wasn’t bad. There were tears shed between the both of you. However, you both decided to stay ‘friends’ though you haven’t spoken to him until he called you a few weeks ago. Being with Elvis was the happiest you ever felt in your life. He showed you, love when your parents couldn’t. When no one else could. 

After a few moments, you pulled away and looked at him. “How’s Priscilla?” You asked. Figured it would be best to show interest in his life instead of just being bitter about everything that happened. 

“Oh, we uh, we got a divorce.” He admitted to you. You looked at him confused. Last time you checked it had only been two years. I’m sure he had his reasons but… what was the point in getting married just to get a divorce two years later. 

“I’m sorry,” you frowned gently. 

“Thanks but… it never would’ve worked out.” He explained. You nodded your head as you listened to him. 

“I would offer you a drink, but I got here.” You joked lightly. Elvis let out a small short laugh and shook his head gently. A slight smile reappeared on his face. 

“I know, that’s why I came down here.” You made an ah sound and nodded. You walked over to the couch and sat down. 

“What’s on the menu then?”

“Well, we’re doing two shows. One at dinnertime and one at midnight. It’s four weeks.” He explained. You looked at him in shock. That was almost sixty shows! “I know, it’s crazy. Colonel thinks this will be my big break though.”

“You’re still with him?” You frowned slightly. Elvis nodded and plopped down next to you on the couch. You had a feeling that the Colonel was behind your relationship ending. Elvis wouldn’t admit it though. 

“Yeah, I have a contract with him there’s nothin’ I can do.” He shrugged. You let out a sigh and reached your hand up. You ran your hand through his hair. 

“Could always sue him.” Elvis gave you a look that made you let out a chuckle. “I’m serious. I know you want him to have the money… but you’re a big spender. You need the money.” You poked your finger against his chest.

“What if I don’ win? Sue someone and then not win anythin’ out of it? I’d be a laughing stock.”

“Elvis, you’re overthinkin’ it. I watched your comeback special. You were amazin’.” You complimented him on his work. 

“Thanks,” he smiled softly. “Look, I’ll think about after these shows are over okay?”

“No, you’re going to think about it now. Because in four weeks you’ll forget.”

“What did I ever do without you?” He wondered. You looked down at your lap and smiled softly. You would be crazy if you didn’t think something would happen. Maybe if Priscilla was still around nothing would but… you had high hopes right now. 

“Probably sit and twiddle your thumbs.” Elvis chuckled and pulled you into his side. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“So am I.”

Mutual taglist: @babyhoneypresley @emmymaehereeeeee @venus-haze @austinstyles

[lazywriters-blog]

UNHAPPY BULLY

Warning: May contain triggering content, Stalking, Invasion of privacy, violence, Swearing, Unhealthy behaviour, Yandere content, bullying, obsessive behaviour, threats, Katsuki being a bad boy- errors might be present, please don't mind them. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your Ex-classmate and Bully is unhappy with your show of rebellion. He decides to do his worse. What will you do?

The first week passed.

Then the second, and then the third.

Still no sign of the girl he adored to victimize, meek and timid, lips always shut and frowned. She never used to rat him out for his ploys, until recently. He got into trouble, he was mad at her mutiny, when did she get so bold? When did she get enough courage to go against him? Report him and get him into trouble, and then after he stole her first kiss, she disappeared.

It was the second day in the fourth week, he was counting the days during her absence, hearing her name go uncalled and ignored after the initial week. He couldn't care about her, but he ended up miserable not being able to at least see her minding her own business in the back, looking at him when she felt his gaze. Now, it was empty, and she was gone. It bothered him, so much.

"Yo, you've been watching [Y/N]'s seat for the past few weeks, you missing her or something?" Came the mocking voice of his friend, smirking at his odd behaviour, he grimaced, shooting a stern glare in their direction. They both stiffened and closed their mouths, nervously eyeing the backseat before deciding to spread some information.

"I heard she left the school." Katsuki scoffed, muttering, "yeah no shit." Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leaned back, side-glancing his 'so-called' friends. "You want to trouble her?" One of them dared to ask, Katsuki said nothing, staring at the blank walls, and his friends knew how to take a yes or a no.

"Hey, you know, Mica might know her address, you wanna pay her a visit like good old friends?" This piqued his interest, provoking him to give them his full attention. Her location, he felt strangely thrilled.

He came alone. With his bag and a bored expression to mask his giddiness simmering inside, his stomach feeling weird, his palms sweaty, his movement somewhat stiff. She lived in a busy neighbourhood, cars and bikes driving by, a noisy area with a lot of shops. Thankfully, her house was in a quieter territory, and it was devoid of people, except a few strolling by, her house was big, three stories high, and he wouldn't have guessed it was an apartment until someone else exited and smiled at him, he didn't return the gesture. There were people around inside, he was at a disadvantage of being spotted. Does she usually have guests? He could pretend as her boyfriend.

It was going to be harder than he expected, he couldn't sneak inside her house now, he was displeased.

Ceasing at the elevator, he pressed the button and waited, impatiently tapping his shoe, hands stuffed inside his pockets, the door opened and he grumpily walked out, bumping into an unknown man who briefly looked at him and walked off, great, he already has a witness. Nothing was going his way.

Reaching her apartment, he peeked inside the window, hoping to catch a sight of her and coerce her to come out, to his dismay, she was not to be seen, oddly, he felt anxious, and he just had the urge to kick something, ruin something, it didn't matter what was it, he wanted to destroy. Good thing, he was good at suppressing them at times like these.

Grabbing his phone, he dialled her number, gingerly looking about as the ringing carried on, then he shouted, she changed her phone number. He cursed, wanting to smash his device into small tiny pieces but held himself, this was is the only way of communication, with her. He breathes in and out heavily, throwing daggers at the window as if it had caused him inconvenience. She wasn't home either, he came at a horrible time, and was about to leave in a much awful condition.

Everything was perfectly going his way.

Eventually, he returned home, unhappy. With a cunning scheme in mind.

He texted her a good morning the next day.

After pressing some of her friends to give him her social media account, she saw it but did not find the need to reply until later, she was avoiding him, too bad, she was unduly kind to be cruel to him and everybody else. He said good words, hoping an attempt at getting her out of her safe zone would yield him the ease of not ruining his reputation. She was smart, she refused everything, and he was abandoned to seethe in rage.

That thankless brat.

He'll show her what's gonna happen if she keeps on pushing him away and wronging herself like an idiot.

"Hey! You know where [Y/N]'s school is, don't you?" He approached the shy girl, looking down at her, words were loudly spoken, a firm glare pointed into her fearful eyes, everyone in the class stared at them, silently gawking the event unfold, "No- I don't!" She cried, the male grimly smiled at her, pulling her towards him by the collar, "you better tell me or else I'm going to make your high school days a lot worse than they should be." She whimpered, facing away from his eyes.

"I swear! I don't know!" She pleaded, voice shaky and hands thrown up to defend herself, her wrist in the open, eyes closed.

"I'm gonna give you one last chance, tell me."

Tears began to form at the corner of her blue eyes, unnerved, thinking what she had done to truly deserve this tough treatment, with a weak voice, she responded, "I don't know, I'm telling the truth. Please let me go..."

Harshly pushing her away, he watched her stumble down and onto her butt, staring at him with wide eyes, "you better find out before next week, if you don't... Then you'll know what will happen."

"Please! Please! Don't do this to me! I have no clue! I swear- don't do this to me!" She shouted, salty tears sticking to her skin, lips quivering, "she doesn't talk with me anymore! I can't.. I can't..."

Katsuki had already walked away.

A bleak future in store for the young weeping girl.

Sleeping at night has been difficult for him, without knowing what to do, what he should do, how he was going to do it, he was at a standstill, unable to see her, or even text her after she had the audacity to block him, now he could only stalk her through unknown accounts and even that was arduous, she had gone a long way to avoid him.

To distance herself, from him.

His anxiety has been getting worse, he couldn't sleep. He just could not sleep.

Remembering his last moments with her, he almost couldn't believe that was the last time he was going to see her, watch her, did they share their first and last kiss together? How was he going to get her back on his track? When could he meet her? He hadn't ruined his chance, right?

No, he hadn't, he is the best of the best and she is to blame, who does she think she is?

He wasn't desperate to get to her, right?

He had started loitering about the shops around her house, hoping to catch her alone, but she never stepped outside, he was losing his temper. He couldn't even risk making a move, his fingers were twitching, thoughts slowly going astray. The longer he stayed there after school, the more impatient he got.

Late night, he stopped before her dad's car, recalling the times he had seductively gazed at her while she drove off, the horrified look on her face was indelible, he just could not forget it, presently, anger was the only thing in his mind, controlling his next actions, and he did not restrain himself.

"What happened to your hand dude?"

He ignored their dumb questioning, his mind focused on something else, the two friends shared a concerned look, ultimately, deciding to leave him be as they did not want to be the object he released his wrath upon. He exhaled loudly, gripping his knuckles harder. His heart was beating fast.

He broke his pen again during class time, thinking about her just leaving him after everything he did to get them back together even after she messed up, switched on him, and would have nearly gotten him expelled if it weren't for his shitty chief and if he wasn't their favourite. But he is controlling himself. Good thing, the teachers didn't care enough to ask him about his bruised hand.

He wonders how she reacted, he remembers hearing her say she had picked that car when she was a small child and it was her favourite, bet she was heartbroken. Poor [Y/N]

And even after that, she still ignores him.

She hates him, doesn't she?

She hates him so much, she doesn't like him anymore, she... Hates him.

Though his pride wouldn't admit, something felt amiss and he just had to quell those tiny tears about to sweep down his cheeks, onto the cold ground, and dry up. She no longer liked him, no longer could bear to see him, his face, his dignity, his temperamental nature. She hates him.

No matter what he did, he will never be good enough, for her, she'll leave him for another man who's gonna treat her better than him, he doesn't know if he would like or loathe that, he strangely wanted to be one destined for life.

Even if she despised him.

Imagine his surprise, when he finds her at a function he dragged himself to amuse his mother, standing on the platform, smiling a fake grin was her, in a long black dress, long sleeves, a little tight-fitting near her waist, the photographer having to ask for another picture just so he could see her more. It's tempting to cause a scene.

When she stands back to take another image, she recognizes him, her wide smile slowly faltering, dread pooling into her stomach, they stare at each other.

Then he smirked.

[masonmountx]

whispered confessions • mason mount┆part 1┆⋆

summary: you agree to a quick getaway with Dec and a few friends, which somehow results in you sharing a bed with the one person you despise the most, Mason Mount.

tropes: enemies to lovers (kinda), forced proximity (more so in part two)

warnings: none that I can think of :))

a/n: this is my first ever fic so I'd appreciate any feedback on here/via asks!! hope you enjoy <33

You stood at the hotel reception waiting to check into your room. Surrounding you was elegance and luxury as crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The sun was shining through the windows, illuminating the intricate designs that were carved into the interior of the hotel. You glanced around in admiration, feeling a sudden sense of relief to agreeing to this last-minute holiday, planned by your closest friends Dec and his girlfriend. Also invited were a few other friends but most of them were unable to make it due to the short notice. Unfortunately for you, only Dec's best friend Mason was coming along on this trip. For some reason, Mason never got along with you, so the two of you were practically at each other's throats at any given moment.

At first, you were completely against the idea of going on holiday with him. However, Lauren managed to convince you to join them as it has been a while since you went abroad together. Reluctantly you agreed, knowing that you would have to tolerate the sight of Mason whilst trying to enjoy your short holiday. You had also promised her that you would remain civil with Mason, considering you and Lauren rarely get to go on holidays together, so you would not want to do anything to ruin it.

After queuing for what seemed like an eternity, it was finally our turn to check in. Dec talked to the receptionist as he was the one with all the booking information. Everything was going smoothly until you heard the confusion in the receptionist's voice.

"I'm sorry, but the system says that you have only booked two rooms," she explained apologetically. Your head shot her direction, almost giving you whiplash as you realised it meant that you and Mason would be sharing a room. You urged Dec to find out if there were any available rooms because you knew full well that if you were to share a room with Mason, neither of you would get any sleep, and not in a good kind of way. Mason had his signature cocky smirk plastered on his face whilst pushing his tongue against his cheek, making you roll your eyes. Did he have something to do with this?

The hotel was fully booked so we had to stick with the original two rooms that we had reserved. Dec apologised profusely, to which you reassured him it wasn't his fault since the receptionist admitted to a system error at the time of booking.

"You and Lauren should share a room and I'll share one with Mase," Dec suggested whilst we took the elevator to our floor. You considered this for a split second because you would do anything to not share a room with Mason. But then your thoughts drifted to Dec's busy work schedule and how he booked this getaway to spend more time with his girlfriend, which he can't exactly do by sharing a room with Mason.

"No, you should share with Lauren, I'll be fine with Mason," you replied through gritted teeth and a forced smile, almost choking on the last few words.

"You sure?" Dec questioned hesitantly, doubt evident in his voice as he glanced between you and Mason.

You didn't trust yourself to speak so you simply nodded. From the corner of your eyes, you notice Mason raise his eyebrows with surprise as you had just agreed to share a room with him of all people. You were immediately flooded with regret but it was too late to change your mind.

It’s only for a couple of nights, not much can happen right?

...you could not have been more wrong.

[itstokkii]

aph korea + kimchiburger hcs because i will explode if i continue to keep them to myself

this is a lot. like, a lot. CW: war, colonization

america is the type of boyfriend to shake korea in the middle of the night and ask “if i was a worm would you still love me”

south and north korea are twins, north korea being the older one. NK’s strong spot is singing and SK’s is playing instruments, so during the joseon era NK would be singing folk songs while SK plays the haegeum, gayageum, or daegeum. later, SK learned dance with the rise of kpop, and can dance very well, on par with many 3rd and 4th generation groups

going off of the kpop headcanon, SK definitely has a tiktok and instagram account where SK dances to a kpop song with one of the members. goes to every MAMA and MMA and cheers for everyone. maybe interviews/has podcasts with some kpop idols on a youtube channel or something

america’s favorite soloist is IU. one day, korea takes him to IU to meet her at a fan signing, and america is this close to screeching out of excitement. his voice is shaky. when IU posts the picture she took with america on instagram, he gets the tag notification, throws his phone across the room, and rolls around on his bed screaming

korea has 3?4? houses. there’s 2 in seoul, with one being the hanok(traditional korean house) SK and NK lived in during the joseon dynasty after moving out of the royal palace, and one being a luxury apartment with a view overlooking the namsan seoul tower. then there’s one in busan, and a pension in jeju.

during the japanese occupation of korea, SK and NK tried to show their resistance in many ways, from placing the mugunghwa(national flower of korea) around their hanok instead of the crystanthemum of japan, to even joining the march 1919 demonstrations

after the korean war, SK would overwork and give all strength to help the citizens of korea, regardless of food or sleep. while helping rebuild the country, SK notices that even though other buildings surrounding it were destroyed to some degree, the hanok SK and NK used to live in remained completely untouched.

in 1883, the first korean diplomats went to america, getting to see san francisco and new york. korea was quite underdeveloped at the time and was an agrarian country, so electricity was very new to them, with none of the delegates able to completely understand what it was due to its versatility. one of the delegates described riding a train in his diary: “the speed of trains are such that they made me feel as if I was flying up through the clouds.” they were also panicked as they rode an elevator, worrying there was an earthquake. it’s fun to imagine that NK and SK went to america as well, and experienced these things too. 

SK would definitely get along with france and canada

france bc they’re both interested in fashion(especially with the current rise of kfashion) and kbeauty). SK always gives france skincare tips and takes him to IOPE lab in Myeongdong so france can get custom skincare products. once SK had france try ddung-caron(means fat macaron in korean), and then watches france struggle as he figures out how to eat it, before going full on gastronomist and analyzes the macaron. when france heard about korea’s crush on america, it was over for korea. france wanted to give “advice” after a world conference, and it resulted in korea having a windows error type breakdown with a completely red face, unsure if korea will ever be able to look america in the eyes again as korea keeps note that france has no filter oh my god

america: why’s your face red

korea: your father 

america: ...

america: what did he say

canada bc historically, canada was the first to teach korea english. due to earlier interaction than with america, canada is slightly more fluent. they also played a big role in the korean war. going off of someone’s hc i saw on tumblr, they would definitely make fusion food together, like hotteok(traditional korean pancake filled with honey or sugar) with maple syrup. they also worked on goblin(the k-drama) together and canada enjoyed that more people, especially koreans, flocked to quebec after watching goblin. also canada would definitely be like the middleman when america and korea are still pining for each other. at a time where america still didn’t know much korean, he would ask canada what a word meant. korea would go to canada and ask about american culture before going to america to stay there for a while

SK would also get along(though would get overwhelmed at times) with turkey. turkey and korea, especially in the 2010s, have a strong relationship. there’s a turkish culture center in korea. most recently, one of korea’s famous chefs went to turkey to try a dessert called kaymak, and after that many koreans flocked to the turkish center or even traveled to turkey to try kaymak. turkey would definitely slap korea on the back unexpectedly as a greeting.

korea can be many things, like being immature by going along with america’s antics a lot, but not stupid. korea can be very mature at times, and comfort america with words of advice based on experiences from the joseon dynasty, and america suddenly remembers “dang.... i forgot korea’s a lot older than me.” korea isn’t afraid to catch up with the times and incorporate korean culture into modern elements:

there’s a starbucks and baskin robbins that was built as a hanok, with the starbucks one actually being a 100-year old hanok that was revamped to become a cafe

kpop also began to embrace the korean culture, especially in agust d’s daechwita and stray kids’ thunderous.

korea’s also proud of the film industry, especially with parasite and squid game, with how the country’s faults and flaws are shown to a foreign audience, but not completely deterring them from appreciating the country, as well as the promotion of culture, especially in squid game. america kept talking about squid game for like, 4 months afterwards, to the point where korea got a little annoyed after a while. once america called dalgona(candy made with sugar and baking soda) a “cookie,” korea was so close to buying a ticket to nyc and giving him a lecture on dalgona

whatever trend the country embraces, korea does, too. last summer in 2021, there was a big mint choco trend. cafes immediately put mint choco drinks on their menus, snack companies started making mint choco flavors, and even KFC sold mint choco dipping sauce. there was a split opinion, with about 40% saying mint choco sucks and tastes like toothpaste, and 60% being part of the mint choco fanbase. when you’re a fan in korea, you go all out. 

korea’s alcohol tolerance? it’s there, but korea’s only about 4 small shots of soju(korean alcohol) away from switching off for the rest of the day. this is a problem, especially with the hwaeshik(means company dinner in korean). usually in hwaeshik, bosses invite employees to a dinner at a restaurant. due to the harsh work culture, it’s important to go. usually, people drink alcohol with the dinner to relax more, and the boss keeps insisting to drink more. so korea leaves the restaurant absolutely conked out. america notices this, so whenever he knows korea has a hwaeshik, he waits outside to carry korea back home.

korea also has to teach america that couple names aren’t thrown around all the time, with oppa(korean girls use this towards older brothers, older male peers, older boyfriends) being an exception. america called korea nae sarang(my love) one(1) time, and korea overheated and couldn’t respond for about ten minutes.

korea pleads america to go and rent some hanbok(korean traditional clothing) together. “we can enter the gyeongbokgung(translated as “palace greatly blessed by heaven,” located in Seoul) for free if we rent hanbok!!” actually its korea’s ulterior motive to see america in hanbok bc he would look very regal and elegant compared to his easygoing style.

this is all my 12am brain can generate right now lol, i hope this was entertaining at least

[hayatheauthor]

Seven Blogs You Need To Read As An Author

Writing a book mandates professional writing void of any errors. But oftentimes authors find themselves in a position where they can’t tell where they’ve gone wrong or how to improve their manuscript. 

One of the best ways to improve your writing is by reading. Or more specifically, reading professional advice from creative writing blogs. 

Don’t know where to start? Here are some of my favourite writing blogs to get advice, that helped me make my manuscript ready for queries. This list of blogs is effective for writers of all sizes, so whether you’re working on a short story or editing your manuscript, be sure to stick around till the end for seven blogs you need to read as a writer. 

How To Write With Colour 

Descriptions can be hard! But they are made harder when authors run the risk of coming off as racist by accidentally using the wrong set of words. 

Even as a POC, I too sometimes feel lost when trying to accurately describe my POC characters. One easy way to overcome this obstacle is by asking yourself ‘would I be describing this particular body part/feature if this character was white? Is this description something that people would realistically notice if they saw this character in real life?’

These questions, or ones similar to them, should help you overcome your concerns about your description, but making sure your writing doesn’t accidentally offend an entire country is only the first step! 

As an author, your biggest goal should be to immerse your readers with compelling prose that paints a clear picture in their heads. One easy way to do this is by following the advice in this how to write with colour blog. 

One thing I love about this blog is the various examples the author provides you with. They give you so much more than the typical rundown of things you shouldn’t do when writing POCs and provide authors with the examples they need to seamlessly create beautiful descriptions for their characters. 

I often leave this blog open while typing my manuscript and turn to it every time I feel stuck while writing my wip, and it really helped bring my characters to life while cutting down on any unnecessary or redundant phrases.    

Cheat Sheets For Writing Body Language 

Bringing your character’s emotions to life is possibly one of the biggest obstacles of writing. As authors, we need to paint a scene that doesn’t just explain our character’s feelings but also shows them. 

The occasional clenched fist or furrowed brows can go a long way when writing and turn a confusing passage into an insightful window to the character’s emotions. But if done wrong, these little descriptions can create distance between the reader and the character. 

Let’s be honest, most of us don’t curl our lips into a sneer every time we feel annoyed. And while eyes might be the window to a person’s soul, they aren’t nearly as descriptive as writers make them out to be. 

So, how can you avoid these cliche and underwhelming descriptions while also realistically conveying your character’s emotions? With this cheat sheet for writing body language! 

This is yet another blog I often leave open while working on my manuscript because it can give me the words I need to elevate my writing seamlessly. Once you skim the author’s list you might notice these gestures are things we often do in our daily life but fail to think of while writing. 

This blog might not incorporate some of the emotions your characters might feel, but its comprehensive list is still worth taking a look at. 

How To Write Dialogue— formatting, examples, and tips 

Writing dialogue is possibly one of the first skills writers pick up when their fingers hit the keyboard. But learning how to format your character’s conversations is only the first step. Authors also have to take their flow and tone into perspective. 

It’s easy for writers to overlook the impact their character’s vocabulary and tone can make on a scene. Maybe they use casual words and gesture widely with their hands when they’re speaking to their friends but have a clipped tone and place their hands behind their back while addressing their seniors. 

These small changes can help define your character’s relationship with the other person and also paint a clear picture of what they’re feeling throughout the conversation. How loud is their voice? How stable is their tone? Did they flinch when the other person asked them a question? Did their ‘eyes dance with amusement’ as they locked eyes with a friend helping them solidify a lie? 

The how to write dialogue blog provides writers with this advice and more and allows authors to easily create a realistic and descriptive conversation. 

How To Describe Setting In Literature

Dialogue helps fill your reader in, but its description that makes them turn the page. But how can you accurately describe your story’s setting without seeming over or underwhelming? 

Painting a scene helps set the foundation of your story. But many authors restrict their description by only focusing on what their character sees rather than what they feel. The ringing in their ears, the sudden clamminess in their palms, the way their mouth dried as their watched the scene before them. 

This short yet informative blog on how to describe setting in literature tells you how to properly describe your character’s situation and the setting in one go without overwhelming your reader with long unnecessary passages. 

You don’t have to revisit this multiple times like some of the other blogs I’ve written about, but there are certain points the author mentions that, if taken into perspective while writing, can drastically improve your story’s setting. 

How To Dump Info Without Info Dumping 

Authors often stumble upon moments in their manuscripts that require a bit of background information to set the scene. But how much information is too much? 

A manuscript full of info dumping and purple prose is any editor’s worst nightmare and can negatively impact a literary industry professional’s attitude towards your manuscript. It also ruins a reader’s immersion. 

So how can you get set the scene for your story without overwhelming your reader with information they don’t need to know? My advice would be to check out Ellen Brock’s guide on how to dump info without info dumping. 

This blog doesn’t just talk about how to rid your manuscript of info dumping but also provides writers with a step-by-step process on how to effectively write a scene without accidentally info dumping. 

Fun fact: the initial example presented in this blog is actually reminiscent of the type of thing I would write during my fanfiction days, but I was lucky enough to stumble upon this blog while writing the first draft of The Traitor’s Throne and haven’t looked back since. 

If you’re an author who isn’t sure how to dump info without info dumping, I highly recommend sparing ten minutes to read through Ellen’s comprehensive guide.

World Building Tip— Writing Without The Info Dumping

Info dumping comes in various shapes and sizes. Sometimes it can look like an unnecessary passage that describes details of the past the reader doesn’t really need to know, like Ellen mentioned. But it can also look like an entire page of your book that describes the background story of the very important staff your antagonist just stole. 

Creating lore for your universe is possibly the most exciting part of world-building. But what most writers (including me) tend to forget is that only a small fraction of what you know about your world should make it into your writing.

Your protagonist’s great aunt’s wild collection of exotic magical creatures illegally stored under their family estate might make for a thrilling tale, but do your readers really need to know about that just because your character snuck into the basement to eavesdrop on their parent’s conversations? Probably not. 

The next time you itch to explore another aspect of your story’s lore or history, do yourself a favour and check out this blog on how to world-build without info dumping.

If you make it a point to remember these two blogs (Ellen’s and the one above) while you set the scene for your manuscript, then you can seamlessly eliminate any info dumping in your manuscript. 

Need help finding the right websites and writing apps for your worldbuilding? Visit my previous blog today! 

Eleven Ways To Draw Your Reader In 

Do you have the foundation for a good story but lack that special spark that can hook your reader and draw them in? Or maybe you just feel like your manuscript lacks that extra oomph to make it a compelling read? 

Whatever the case, if you’re facing difficulties with hooking your literary agent, beta readers, and potential audience, take a look at these eleven ways to draw your reader in, and make them stay. 

It can be easy to lure your reader in with a good hook, but much harder to make sure they stay interested. Whether it be little tweaks to make in your writing style or a drastic change in pacing that keeps the reader on the edge of their seat, this blog covers all the tips and tricks you need to draw your reader in and keep them hooked. 

I would suggest making a small list of your own that covers the pointers mentioned in this blog and leaving it somewhere you can easily see when you return to write your manuscript (if you type on your laptop, I would suggest keeping a note open on your desktop so you’re reminded of these pointers every time you open your laptop).

Conclusion

Robert Frost was certainly on to something when he said “no tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.” So I will end this blog with a timeless piece of advice every writer must heed— read your own work. And read it well. 

Think of it this way; if you can’t even hook yourself with your book, then how are you going to hook hundreds of strangers who already have an endless list of good books at their disposal? 

Writing your book is just the first step. But reading these seven blogs and keeping up with Haya’s Book Blog will help you climb the rest of the staircase and take your manuscript to the next level. 

Want to learn more about me and my writing journey? Visit my social media pages under the handle @hayatheauthor where I post content about my WIP and life as a teenage author. 

[exitwound]

“Overalls” by Alan Pelaez Lopez

On a visit to my Amá’s, she drives us to the DMV.

She must renew her license every few months.

The asylum case has not yet been approved.

Not enough evidence that home is unsafe.

The line is long. The DMV is inside a mall.

In America, everything is for sale. Migrants

pay for safety. We pay people to believe

that what we tell them is true, especially

when we have spared them the hardest

facts to hold. Immigration, DMV, school,

and medical forms ask for our stories.

We pay for our stories too. We pay in smiles,

pretend laughs, head nods, empty stomachs,

panic attacks reserved for elevators,

migraines that will last four days but go

unnamed :: unuttered. After thirty-eight, or

forty minutes, we advance seven or so people

and the Carter’s window is visible from where

Amá and I stand. Overalls. My heart raises.

Eyes begin to shake. Mall lighting hurts

my eyes. I see five Carter’s logos and know

there is only one. I slam my back against the

glass windows. People look (and pretend they

don’t). I try to find my inhaler. It’s not in my

pockets. I close my eyes. I think about a boy.

Kissing a boy. I think about him more. I open

my eyes and look for my mother. Avoid looking

at the Carter’s again. The DMV does not

renew the license. Something about an error

or a glitch :: a document and migration :: (maybe)

a mother and a child. At five, I wore a pair of

overalls. Crossed a border in them too.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Prompt: How they say goodnight

Pairing: Yuno x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Fanfic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.8k

Tag list: @the-fuegoleon-fluff​

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air; making you feel light as you sank into the bed, safely under the covers. Your limbs had felt so heavy just a moment ago, but now, as you lied there, it was as if floating on a cloud, embraced by cotton, feathers within your pillow, and something so soft you couldn’t name even if you tried. If you had to guess, then perhaps dreams, wishes and hopes of the future would have sufficed. Perhaps.

But searching for such a word didn’t weigh your mind, because it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to name it, because you felt it. The sensation made a smile tug the corners of your lips up into a smile, as you closed your eyes for a moment, focusing on the faints sounds around, but even they seemed to have faded away. It was only the sound of your breath lingering in the air, as you waited in anticipation.

Any moment now, your beloved boyfriend Yuno would walk in, and you’d get to fall asleep in each other’s embrace.

He might not have been the most punctual person you knew, but after having late night patrolling duties, he always made sure to come back on time. Because he didn’t want to worry you. And, though he didn’t admit it out loud, he liked falling asleep next to you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have done so with such a wide smile on his lips.

And sure enough, your eyes fluttered open with the sound of a door opening, and closing, the sound of wood scraping against stone. The quiet sound your ears didn’t even pick up on during the day. But now it felt like a greeting, one that was amplified by the sweet sound of his words, floating through the air.

“Hey…” he almost whispered, as if having prepared for you being asleep.

“Hey,” you replied while turning onto your side, and rolling closer to his pillow with the motion. The light, floral scent of his shampoo reached you, and elevated your tranquil state. “How was the patrol?” You asked, as he begun taking of his cape and jacket.

“Normal,” he replied, frank as ever. He had grown a bit better at elaborating on his thoughts with you, because, through some trial and error, the need to explain his reasoning a bit better was beneficial at times.

He did want you to understand him, and in some matters that could only be achieved by him, elaborating on the idea.

And some things you seemed to understand, without him having to say a word. He had never understood how it was possible. How you could understand him so well.

But. He wasn’t going to complain. He was just… taken aback by it, admiring it… feeling a sense of lulling comfort as a result of it. Because… he was understood.

He changed into his pyjamas, and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over you and him.

Moonlight cascaded into the room from the window behind you, over your shoulder, and onto his eyes. The amber, the gold and the little specks as if honey in his eyes, glimmered in the faint light of the room. It was as if you were looking right into the eyes of someone divine, without fear.

That sight, would never fail to make you feel at ease, protected and shielded from the world.

He looked at you, the corners of his lips tugged up into a smile he didn’t even realize from the bubbling, light sensation of his own happiness that made him feel warm… like he was floating.

His hand reached closer to you, the tips of his fingers running through your hair.

Your eyelids fell in a slow blink as you concentrated on the brushing sensation; his soft, gentle touch right before those blessed syllables left his lips.

“Good night… dear…” The syllables, like feathers, flowed past his lips. They graced your skin with a tender touch and found their home within your heart. “I love you,” he added, with a whisper. The three little words that had taken time for him to utter out, perhaps out of fear of being rejected, or some other reason; trying to say them in some right way that wasn’t clear, even to you.

Any way, in which he’d confess his love and devotion to you, would be the right way. He just hadn’t grasped it.

Yet. But hopefully in the future he would. Little by little.

But now, your mind wasn’t right there, in that moment. “I love you too,” you replied, while taking another deep breath, the scent of his shampoo flowing through the air again.

He ran his fingers through your hair again, and with that, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift into sleep.

All was alright with the world.

[giftofwonder]

Psychosis - Dabi/Hawks/Bakugou x f!Reader (Part 6)

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, sexual content

Tag List: @sylum @iiashleysykes @bebetiny @valentinesnightmares1

You checked the clock every few minutes, unsure if the quickly passing time was filling you with excitement or dread as your mind drifted to the Halloween party. You reasoned it would be good to get to know the staff, both for your time at work as well as outside of it. Perhaps you’d hit it off and leave with a few friends, but you knew there was also a high chance it could go the other direction.

They all had established relationships, and coming in as an outsider left a large margin for error. In any job you’d had, there was always a high school element to it. Everyone had their clique, grouped off together, and the last thing you wanted was to be outcasted from the get-go.

You had fared well on the clock, but there were plenty of ways to open up lines of communication at the asylum. Once you had removed yourself from it, you had no real idea where to go. Even those you worked with daily spoke little of their personal lives or hobbies, and you knew that meant you had no real common ground to work off of. It would just be a shot in the dark.

“Can’t believe I got roped into going to that shitty party again.” Bakugou grumbled to himself as he sat beside you, filing off his daily paperwork with a frown on his face.

“Are you really just going because I am?” You asked, restocking the supplies at the desk.

“Yep. Have to babysit.” He said, throwing you a blank stare. You had managed to mute thoughts of the events that happened the day prior in the shower stall enough to hold a conversation, which you were thankful for.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine on my own.” You said with a sigh, feeling a pang of guilt. You honestly would be much happier if he came since he was the most familiar to you, but you didn’t want to be a bother. If he was only planning to come for your sake, you’d rather he just stay home so you didn’t have to feel as though you were putting him out.

“It’s fine, I’m sure those idiots would have gotten me over there some way or another. They do every year.” He groaned, rubbing a hand though his wild blond hair, finally turning to fully face you.

“Okay, if you say so.” You said with a shrug. He didn’t seem to be too deeply bothered at least, so you figured it best to let it go. Maybe he secretly did want to attend the party and was using you as a cover, unwilling to admit his interest in it.

“Are you wearing a costume?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Bakugou wordlessly grabbed the hem of his scrub top, pulling it up to show a “this is my Halloween costume” tee shirt below.

“Seriously?” You asked with a chuckle, and he blinked angrily at you.

“Yeah, there a fucking problem with it?” He sneered, quickly pulling his shirt down and crossing his arms.

“No, not at all, it’s great! Really captures your essence.” You laughed, and he rolled his eyes dramatically before pushing himself to stand.

“Well, it’s a hell of a lot better than having to stand around in some tacky get-up all night.” He said.

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of fun.” You shrugged, offering him a light smile.

“Whatever you say. I’m done here, are you ready to head out?” Bakugou asked, grabbing his jacket off of the chair and throwing it on.

“Go on ahead, I’m just about done. Just have to drop something off real quick.” You told him, picking up your bag and giving a small wave as he nodded before walking over to enter the elevator.

Your sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as you headed down the empty hall. It was almost eerie in a way, dim fluorescent lights buzzing as a gentle rain fell from darkened skies, tapping against the windows.

You unlocked the door in front of you, stepping into the room. You found Dabi already asleep in his bed, the covers wound around his body as his light snores filled the room.

You took out a book, setting it on his dresser, along with a small piece of candy, before turning and heading back out. You made your way down the floors, exiting the building to step out into the crisp night air.

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Your car came to a stop in front of a large home, looking more like some mansion you’d see on TV. The decorations in the yard were over the top, and you saw a sign for a haunted maze out back.

You checked your GPS again, just to make sure you were in the right spot, before turning off the vehicle. You sat there, taking deep breaths as you contemplated driving away and heading home.

The idea of walking into a coworker’s home felt unnerving, especially with it being one you hadn’t even met yet. You watched people smoke on the porch, thankful that it seemed like most people were in costume. You looked down at yourself feeling self conscious, before looking up and hoping to spot a familiar face.

When none were to be found, you sighed, giving yourself a silent pep talk as you willed yourself out of the car and up the winding stepping stones to the front door. You could hear the music and laughter from outside, see the flashing lights through the large windows, and you tried to ignore the nausea that was settling in your stomach.

Those on the porch moved aside, allowing you to pass through. Your hand grabbed the large brass handle, pulling open the heavy oak door and stepping inside. You entered slowly, looking around at the beautiful detailing of the home and the groups of people drinking and dancing, finding yourself horribly uncomfortable. Perhaps you should have asked to ride with Bakugou instead of coming on your own.

You let your feet carry you through the rooms until you finally stumbled on the kitchen. It was less crowded, though there were still people present. You walked forward, looking over the treats set up on the marble island, before feeling a hand slide along your lower back.

“You know, I had prayed this morning that I’d find myself an angel, but I guess a goddess will do, too.” The man grinned, his body pressed firmly against yours.

You wanted to laugh at how quickly you had regretted your costume. You had thought it would be easy and comfortable, a white dress that mimicked a Greek toga with its drapery, sandals and golden jewelry. Now you wished you’d chosen a ghost so you could throw a sheet over your head and disappear.

“Good to know, but I’m alright. Thanks.” You said, pushing his hand away and taking a step back, finally able to look at him. He was dressed up as Dr. Aizawa and you stared at him in disbelief. You weren’t sure if the accuracy of the costume made it better or worse, but it definitely left you speechless.

“Ah, come on. Don’t be like that.” He pouted, stepping up to you again and you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“The fuck did I just tell you?” You heard Bakugou’s annoyed voice call out, and not a second later he was behind you, reaching past to give the man a hard shove to the chest.

“Ignore him.” Bakugou said quietly to you. It was only then that he seemed to look at you and realize who you were. He seemed to freeze in place for a minute as he stared at you, before he blinked and walked ahead to the other man.

You didn’t fail to notice that he had on a proper costume. In place of the tee shirt he had presented to you earlier, he wore a pirate’s outfit instead. Black boots and harem style pants, with a loose white blouse that had a wide and ruffled v-neck collar, and a fake sword strapped to his hip. He even had on a bandana underneath his hat.

“Do you always have to be such a buzzkill?” The Aizawa impersonator muttered, glaring at his friend.

“Yes. Aren’t you with Jirou anyways? Shouldn’t you try to keep it in your pants?” Bakugou scolded the man, before turning his attention to you.

“This is Sparky, he’s the electrician.” He introduced you.

“I’m Denki Kaminari, and as of this morning I am officially single.” He told you, shooting you a pair of finger guns. You weren’t sure if the appropriate response was to simply walk away, but you debated it strongly before Kirishima came up to your side.

“Hey! I’m glad you could make it, you look great.” He said, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks, you do too.” You told him, taking in his rocker costume. You wouldn’t have been surprised to see him wear clothing like that outside of work, it seemed to fit him well.

“Have you gotten the chance to meet anyone new yet?” He asked, leaning in to make sure you heard him over the loud music.

“Yeah, just him.” You said, pointing to Denki.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Here, follow me, I’ll take you around to everyone.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you off around the home. Bakugou and Denki followed along, joining as you were introduced to a large majority of the staff present.

Kirishima told you that there were some others you’d have to wait to meet, mainly those who were working tonight and couldn’t make it to the party. That was fine by you, you were just thankful to be able to put names to faces now.

For the next hour or so, you tagged along with their group, chatting and snacking. Bakugou stayed fairly close to you, while he didn’t speak much aside from casting out insults at the group, his company was pleasant. Him being with you had made the night go a lot smoother and you were thankful he had decided to come.

“We’re going to go out on the back patio and play some games.” Denki informed you as he and Kirishima stood to leave. You and Bakugou wished them luck, staying put.

“Are you having a good time?” You asked, and he shrugged, letting out a heavy sigh.

“It isn’t a shit show like it was last year, but I’m still ready to go home.” He told you, letting his head fall back onto the couch you were both sitting on.

“Katsuki, don’t tell me you’re nodding off already.” A voice called out, causing you both to look to the side. You saw a woman with pink hues to her skin skipping over, a large smile on her face. The short dress of her fairy costume rode up as she plopped on the other side of the couch beside Bakugou.

“Hey, I’m Mina. You’re the new doctor up on Level Three, right?” She said warmly, holding out her hand.

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you.” You said, giving it a shake.

After that, Mina prattled on about her day and things involving their friend group. Bakugou listened and responded to her, but you didn’t really feel any room to cut in. That sense of awkwardness came rushing back, like you had been forced out of the circle as quickly as you had entered it. Mina had seemed nice, but they had a deeper friendship, one with inside jokes and long-winded stories. You were still a stranger, and while you had debated sitting idle as they spoke, you were restless to leave.

“I think I’m going to go see how the others are doing.” You told Bakugou, and he shot you a look that you couldn’t quite read.

“Oh! Tell them I said hi, I’ll catch up with them in a few.” Mina grinned, giving you a small wave, her hands hooking around Bakugou’s arm as she went on to another topic.

You made your way through the maze of the house, stepping onto the back porch to find Dr. Aizawa having a stare down with his imposter. You looked between the two men before walking to stand beside Kirishima.

“What is the meaning of this?” Dr. Aizawa, clad in a long cape and velvet red vest, asked Denki.

“I do not know what you are inquiring about.” Denki said, straightening his long white coat, keeping his voice low and monotonous.

“This is ridiculous.” Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, and you could see a fang glint in the dim moonlight as he spoke. You had to admit, you probably couldn’t have pictured your supervisor as a vampire, but he really fit the role.

“I’ll say, truly I don’t have time for your antics. I am a very busy man.” Denki said, turning his nose up and walking past your superior while you and Kirishima tried extremely hard to withhold your giggles.

“I don’t even know why I bothered actually coming here.” You heard Aizawa mumble to himself.

“He’s never shown up for a party before, this is the first time. Denki figured he’d never know if he went as him since none of us ever expected Aizawa to show.” Kirishima leaned in to you to whisper, and you nodded thoughtfully.

Aizawa spotted the two of you and walked over, his eyes glancing around the backyard as he strolled.

“So, doc, what made you decide to join us?” Kirishima beamed.

“Dr. Mic and I had made a bet. I lost, clearly.” He said, shifting uncomfortably.

“Didn’t realize you were a gambling man.” Kirishima chuckled, scratching his head.

“As of today, I’m officially retired. I held a long winning streak, it was a good run.” He gave a small smile, nodding to you before walking off and exiting through the back gate.

Denki walked over to the two of you wearing a cheeky grin as he watched Aizawa leave.

“Do you think since he’s a vampire, we had to invite him inside to get him to stay?”

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Bakugou pushed himself off the couch, preparing to go look for you all, sure that you’d have gotten yourselves into some trouble by now.

Mina clung to his side, chatting away and following as he walked. As the pair passed the stairwell, Mina’s hands grabbed Bakugou’s wrist, giving him a tug toward her.

“You want to go upstairs? It’s kind of nice having you all to myself for once.” She said, a coy smile on her face.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said gruffly, trying to pull his hand back.

“Oh, come on. We have been friends since high school. Just hang out with me for a little longer, plus it’ll be quiet upstairs.” She begged, and Bakugou’s head fell back as he groaned, allowing her to guide him up.

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Kirishima and Denki had run off to do the haunted maze, leaving you alone once more. You walked around the grounds, shivering in the cold breeze. It wasn’t entirely unenjoyable though, Momo’s home was amazing. The garden was large with a fountain, black lights secured around its structure which illuminated the fog that seemed to seep out from the water.

Large stone statues decorated the area, and they had been covered in webbing, some tombstones placed in front to make it look like a graveyard. You could tell why everyone wanted to come, she really went all out.

It made you think back to your small apartment, how many of your things seemed crammed into the space. Nothing you owned came close to the lavish decor of Momo’s house. You hoped one day, that would change. You didn’t need anything this fancy, but it would be nice to have a place to call your own and decorate it with nice furniture. Have the extra space for an office or a library, have a yard to decorate for the holidays. A place to start a family in. You didn’t see that happening anytime soon, but it was what you were working toward hopefully.

You were broken from your musings as you spotted Midoriya sitting on a bench in the garden. He was dressed in a homemade scarecrow costume, and you raced over to him enthusiastically.

“Your costume is so cute!” You said, a large smile plastered on your face. He jumped at your sudden approach, before relaxing and patting the seat beside him.

“You think so? I wasn’t really sure what to come as, so my mom told me she’d make me something. I had thought it would maybe be a superhero or at least something more on the spooky side.” He told you, glancing down at the hay that poked out of the bottom of his sleeves.

“No, you look good! I promise.” You said, and you meant it. If there had been some jack-o-lanterns around, you could place them by his feet and he’d look like an autumn decoration right out of a catalog.

“Thanks, you look nice too.” He said, scratching his head.

You both sat and talked, and you were reminded once again of how easy he was to be around. It came so naturally, as if you had been friends for years. He was open and unguarded, and exceptionally kind. You rubbed your arms, your chilled skin feeling numb the longer you stayed out, but you were absorbed in your conversation and paid it little mind. Midoriya, however, seemed to notice and was quick to pull off his jacket and offer it to you. You took it, slipping on the warm garment and giving him a thanks.

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“You’re so boring!” Mina sighed exasperated as she turned a playful glare toward Bakugou. He had sprawled out in a chair inside of Momo’s study while Mina paced in front of him, naming off things to do, trying to persuade him into playing a game.

“How much longer are you going to keep rambling?” He groaned, shooting her a pointed look.

“Until you agree to something!” She huffed, hands on her hips.

“Then quit picking shit I’m not interested in.” He rolled his eyes.

A devilish smirk appeared as she slowly sauntered toward him, her knees touching his. He stared at her blankly, scowling as she reached behind her back.

“Maybe this will excite you a little more then.” She hummed, fingers gripping the zipper of her dress, pulling it swiftly and letting the fabric fall away from her body. Her eyes were catlike as he watched him.

He pushed himself to stand, and they were chest to chest. Her arms reached up, grabbing his shoulders before sliding them down and letting them encircle around his back.

“So, what do you think?” She whispered seductively.

“I think you should get dressed.” He said coldly, eyes ahead as he pushed her arms off of him and stepped around her to make his way to the door.

She stared at him in shock, her heart clenching as she watched him leave the room, shutting the door behind him and never turning back. Hot tears filled her eyes as she reached down, grabbing her discarded dress from the floor and hastily pulling it up.

She stormed out, planning to confront him. She made her way down, heading to the back porch where she knew the rest of her friends would be. She spotted Kirishima and Denki, walking on tipsy feet toward the house while Bakugou stood farther out, glancing into the gardens before abruptly turning and stomping off.

Mina crossed the grounds quickly, peering to where Bakugou had been looking, and spotted Midoriya talking to you. She put everything together quickly, feeling bitterness bubble up inside herself.

She turned and left, marching back inside to find Ochako. It didn’t take long, she was sitting and chatting with Momo in the living room, both girls speaking excitedly.

“Hey Ochako? Do you think there’s anything going on with Deku and the new girl?” Mina asked innocently.

“No, why?” Ochako asked, her brows raised in confusion.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just saw them out in the garden together. They were sitting pretty close and she’s wearing his jacket, so I just thought-“

“I’m sorry, she’s what!?” Ochako said, jumping to her feet, her cat tail swaying behind her as she ran off out of the room.

“What’d the new girl do to get in your bad graces?” Momo asked with a laugh.

“Nothing, just reporting what I saw.” Mina said with a shrug, her lips pulling upward as she spoke.

“You’re terrible.” Momo sighed, standing up to walk with her friend.

“It happens.”

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“Deku! I didn’t know you were here!” A melodic voice called, and you saw Ochako running toward the two of you. You smiled as she approached, giving a small wave that went ignored.

“It’s good to see you, too.” She said to you, a tight smile as she stopped in front of where you sat.

It was painfully obvious she was unhappy with you, her gaze hardening as she looked in your direction, though Midoriya seemed fully unaware. You were reminded again of the cliques in high school, and you felt in that moment that you had gotten on the bad side of one, though you weren’t really sure what your offense was.

You slid Midoriya’s jacket off, handing it back with a thanks as you excused yourself, wanting to get away before you somehow created a bigger disturbance.

You sighed as you headed back into the house, the warm air greeting you immediately. You glanced around, spotting Bakugou in the other room. As you made your way towards him, he looked over at you and you could see the irritation in his stare. His eyes grew cold when they locked on to you. It gave you pause, and as he looked away, laughing at something else someone must have said, you felt yourself frozen in place. Maybe it was time to go home.

You turned, set on going the long way around and sneaking out the front door, but hands grabbed your arms and tugged you into the kitchen.

Mina and Momo stood there, smiling warmly as they asked you to come and talk, wanting to get to know you better. You nodded, apprehensive, but took a seat regardless. With the way the evening had been going, saying you were suspicious was an understatement.

They passed you a drink, pouring themselves one as well, before asking mundane questions. How did you like the job? How did you hear about the asylum? What’s working with Aizawa like?

You answered their questions, throwing out a few of your own. You wondered if maybe you had misjudged them, nothing had really seemed malicious like you originally thought.

“So, anyone you like at work?” Momo asked, leaning forward as she passed another drink over to you.

“Beyond friendship? No, not really. Everyone is nice, but I wouldn’t say I’m interested in anyone.” You shrugged, the shared glance between the two woman not going unnoticed. Everything in your body fired off the signal that you were not safe, and so you excused yourself, the girls waving goodbye as you stood on shaky legs.

You regretted throwing back as many drinks as you had, wondering how much alcohol was in them as you felt the room slightly spin. Normally, you handled your liquor well enough, and you almost wondered if they’d have spiked your drink, but you had watched them pour each one and drink from the same bottle. Plus, that was an action that could lead to getting charged were they to get caught, you doubted they’d put themselves in that kind of a high of risk situation.

You stumbled around the house, your legs feeling weaker as the minutes passed, and you used the wall to keep balance as you tried to make your way to the front door. You knew you couldn’t drive, but maybe you could just start the car and pass out in the back seat. It seemed like the safer bet, you definitely weren’t going to stay overnight in the house. You didn’t trust anyone enough for that.

You made your way through the yard, walking down the long driveway toward your car. Once it was within reach, you almost collapsed against the hood, unsteady hands supporting your tired body.

“You shouldn’t drive.” You heard a monotone voice call out. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Todoroki quickly walking over to you.

“I’m not, just gonna sleep in the backseat.” You said, speech beginning to slur against your will. He blinked at you before taking the keys from your hand and placing them inside of his pocket.

“You should go home instead. Give me your address, I’ll drop your car off to you when I leave.” He said, pulling out his phone.

“Was this whole party just some elaborate scheme to steal my car?” You whispered to yourself, your hazy mind trying to understand everything that had happened.

“No, I guarantee you I have no need for your vehicle. My driver dropped me off, and I don’t plan on drinking. I can run it over to you and just get picked up from there. I just thought it would be a better alternative to anything else, though you’re welcome to leave it here overnight.” He said, glancing around.

“We’re almost strangers.” You reasoned, and he shrugged, holding your keys out toward you.

“Almost. However, we do work together and your boss is my father. It would be unwise for me to just take off with it.” He said, and your hand paused from grabbing the keys.

You pictured Midoriya talking about Todoroki, how highly he had spoke of him. While a few words from a coworker normally wouldn’t mean much, he trusted Shouto, and you felt you could trust Midoriya without a shadow of a doubt. Also, the notion of staying here, or leaving your car, were unsettling. You didn’t know if they’d mess with you but you’d rather not risk it.

Your arm fell limply to your side as you nodded, spouting off your address to him as you let your body slide down to the ground, sitting there calmly.

“Where’s your costume?” You asked him, looking up at his scrubs.

“I’m wearing it. I came as an intern that works at an asylum.” He said, giving you a small smile, before raising his phone to his ear and making a call.

You let your eyes fall closed, your head leaning on your car as you took deep and even breaths. Being outside was helping to sober you up somewhat, but the thought of trying to navigate home felt impossible. You had Shouto pop your trunk, letting you grab your wallet and a sweater.

“The fuck do you want, half and half?” Bakugou growled.

“Take her home.” He said, pointing down at you. You gave Bakugou a small wave.

“Why should I? She got herself here just fine.” He sneered.

“I seem to recall overhearing from Kirishima that you had come to babysit her. I don’t think you’d be doing a very good job if you allowed her to walk home in this condition.” Todoroki said, stepping around Bakugou to walk up to the house.

Bakugou groaned before looking down at you, demanding that you get up. You pushed yourself off the ground, slowly rising to stand. Once you felt you were steady enough, you turned to face him.

“The hell happened to you? You go and get shit faced while I wasn’t looking?” He grunted, grabbing your arm and throwing it over his shoulder as his hand wrapped around your waist. You leaned into his warmth, smiling as you walked.

“Wasn’t the plan, but looks like it.” You laughed, causing him to roll his eyes.

You told him where you lived, and were thankful he knew the general area as you didn’t trust your own sense of direction. You stumbled as you walked, feeling his arm tighten as he helped you balance.

“Were you mad?” You asked, turning to look up at him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, his own feet tripping as he walked, and you could hear the low curses slip from his lips. He was probably a bit tipsy himself, having been enjoying the party until he was forced to deal with you. The guilt you hoped to avoid had found it’s way to you regardless, knowing you had probably ruined what could have been an enjoyable night for him. That realization forced your mouth to remain shut, keeping you from answering his question.

“I’m not mad, tonight was just annoying.” He said, glancing at you briefly before looking forward again.

“But did I do something?” You furrowed your brow, trying to remember when things went wrong. Nothing really came to mind, but the image of him looking at you flashed in your mind once more and you were almost certain then of his anger earlier in the night.

“No, it didn’t have anything to do with you.” He assured you, jaw clenching as he released you. You looked forward and saw you were at your front door. You unlocked it, pushing it open before turning back to look at him.

“Thanks for getting me home safe.” You said, impulsively stepping forward to hug him. He laughed, his arms wrapping around you loosely.

“I told you I’d watch you. Thought you said you wouldn’t get into any trouble.” He smirked and you shrugged.

“I really thought I wouldn’t, it’s a shock to me too.” You told him, turning to step into your house, but you didn’t make it far. Your dress tangled and knocked you off balance, your shoulder hitting your doorframe as you groaned.

“God, you’re a mess.” He said under his breath, laughing as he pulled you away from the wall and guided you into your home.

He led you into your kitchen, helping you into a chair at the table as he bent down, undoing the straps of your sandals and tossing your shoes carelessly to the floor. You wiggled your toes which were beyond numb from the cold.

“Are you going back to the party?” You asked, glancing at him as he looked around the space.

“No, I’ll probably just head home. It’s late, no point in going back just to leave again.” He shrugged, looking back at you.

“Sorry I cut your night short, do you want a drink or anything?” You asked. He gave you an incredulous look before smiling, giving a nod.

You stood, carefully walking to your pantry and pulling out a few bottles. You grabbed a couple glasses and made your way back over, taking extra precautions not to trip or drop anything. You were feeling a lot more clear headed, the fog lifting from your thoughts, but your body was still slightly out of tune with your mind. Bakugou cackled at the deep focus on your face as you set them down, and you smacked his shoulder before letting your body fall back into the chair.

“You sure you really want to drink more?” He asked, popping open a bottle and pouring himself a glass.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. I never cut loose, might as well do it tonight. Plus I’m already home at least.” You shrugged, and he reluctantly filled your glass.

The two of you sat and talked, and you were glad whatever happened at the party was not lingering in your conversation now. He joked with you, mocking and teasing, as you told stories from the past.

Eventually, the two of you called it quits, deciding you’d both had enough and should go to bed since you did have to work the next day. You had offered to let him crash on your couch but he had declined saying he’d call himself a cab, and you nodded before resting your head on your table.

“You just gonna pass out there?” He laughed, cheeks rosy from the alcohol.

“Mhm. I can’t walk.” You groaned, the cold table feeling wonderful against your cheek.

“Come on, I’ll get you there.” He shook his head, pulling you to your feet and stumbling with you toward your room.

You made it into the darkened room, and as soon as you reached the bed, you collapsed onto it, breathing a sigh of relief. Your eyes looked up at Bakugou, who’s hand rested at your side, bracing himself against the bed to keep from falling as he hovered above you.

“Well, I better get going.” He decided, pushing himself up, but you were quick to grab his wrist. He looked at you, confused as you held it gently.

Your heart beat quickly in your chest as you sat up, your hand slipping down to hold his. His fingers tightened around yours and gave them a small squeeze.

You could hear his voice in the shower echoing through your mind, his soft moans and grunts, and the memory consumed you. The alcohol in your system made the impulse that much stronger, and so against your better judgment you whispered,

“Stay.”

He moved before you could even register it, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that knocked the wind out of you. His warm hands gently held the sides of your face, before moving to your hips and pulling you up off the bed.

You let your arms wrap around his neck as he supported your body, turning with you and pressing your back against the wall as he stood himself between your legs.

He broke the kiss, his lips ghosting along your jaw before he buried his face in your neck. His hand gathered the side of your dress, pulling it up and bunching it at your hip until he could grab your thigh. His hand squeezed it before hooking it around his waist, pressing himself impossibly closer to you as he teeth grazed your throat.

You shivered at the feeling, your back arching you into him as he groaned against you. Your hands moved to his shoulders, slipping inside the wide neck of his shirt, pulling it open around his shoulders as he let it slide down his arms and off of his body so that it hung limply around his waist, held in place only by where it was tucked into his pants.

He kissed you again, grinding himself into you as your lip was pulled gently into his mouth. You pulled off his hat and bandana, throwing them to the floor, and wove your hand in his messy hair.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of doing this to you.” He whispered, an almost silent admission, as his hand reached up, kneading your breast before pulling the fabric off of your shoulder and exposing your chest to him. His eyes traced along your body, before he stepped back, pulling the dress off of you completely and letting it pool at your feet.

You reached out and he was quick to pull you against him, hoisting you up as your legs locked around his waist. His hand braced your lower back as he stumbled over to the bed once more, letting himself drop with you onto it.

His hand dove between your legs, brushing the flimsy fabric aside. His thumb rubbed circles against you as your head tilted back, releasing a breathy moan. Your hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss along his neck, letting your lips dance gently down to his collarbone.

He crawled between your legs, undoing the waistband of his pants and quickly pushing them down his thighs. Your shaking legs spread further, feeling him rub the head of his cock along your slit, and you sucked in a breath in anticipation. Just as he began to push himself into you, he pulled back and stilled, stopping completely.

“Damn it.” He growled, his head leaning down to rest on your chest while his fist hit the bed above you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your mind clouded with arousal.

“You’re drunk.” He spat, pushing himself up to look at you.

“So are you.” You responded, unsure of what was happening.

“I’m not fucking you if you’re out of it.” He said, standing up fully as he climbed off the bed, pulling his pants back in place and sliding his arms into the sleeves of his shirt.

You rolled over his words, your tired mind struggling to keep up with the abrupt change of pace. You sighed, eventually nodding sadly.

“I’m gonna go to the living room and cool off, call a cab to get me home.” He told you, turning to leave before stopping, walking back and leaning down to press one last kiss to your lips.

“Next time, when you’re sober, I’ll make sure you can’t fucking walk afterwards.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, before pulling away and walking out of your bedroom.

You pulled the jewelry off of your body, tossing it onto your bedside table before crawling under the covers. You sighed, disappointed and debating on calling for him to come back, but you didn’t. Deep down you were glad that he had enough respect for you to not take advantage of your inebriated state, though you weren’t in the right mind currently to truly appreciate it.

The bed felt colder than usual, too large for just you, but you allowed your eyes to shut, letting your mind fade out with the somber thought that he would be gone by the time you awoke.

[satnin-darling]

Don’t. (m) | ONE-SHOT | KIM NAMJOON, 4.7k

Pairing: Reader x Namjoon

Summary: He was right. You don’t spend time like this with the others, you don’t sleep with the others. You don’t… And because your thoughts begin to bleed into a dangerous territory, one that resembles feelings, you pre-empt it. “You’re being reckless.”

Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+) for language, smut (fem-reader; fingering; penetrative sex; multiple orgasms; but this is v v angsty sex); mega mega ANGST; basically, I oscillate between having tortuous romanic feelings for Namjoon in this capacity or writing him as a god among men in smutty one-shots using his dimples as a plot device, unfortunately this time it’s the former and I will therefore make it everyone’s issue; there’s crying during sex except they’re the ones having sex and it’s actually me who’s crying ha; pwp, as in ‘porn with pheelings’ (the bad kind); if there are errors, I apologise in advance (I was crying, remember?) + please do proofread in your mind as you read haha; the reader is an (implied) escort; non-idol!AU - Chaebol!Namjoon.

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Dkfjlghdskfg ummm, this is very angsty and has a lot of pain in it :]

I was listening to Don’t (eAeon ft. RM) and I was like, huh, what if I wrote something based on that and the vibe of the song but make it 1000x more painful???? And because there is no one to stop me, least of all myself lmao, here we are! :D

Lastly, I would say happy reading but that would be a bit counterintuitive, oops

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Teheran-ro or Teheran Valley, as it’s colloquially called, has skyscrapers closer to heaven than the ground. Its windows, uniform and neat, blaze blue, yellow, phosphorescent white. The lights on the ground, headlights of expensive cars, the red tail lights of swaying buses, they follow a straight path up (or down, depending on where you look).

It’s Gangnam, it’s in your face, and it���s reckless.

You knew Namjoon was being idiotic when he picked the grand master suite.

And you knew that he was being totally ludicrous when he offered to walk in together, taking the elevators from the lobby up and up, rocketing to the right floor.

The doors, with in-laid gold, slide open, even the way the air smells here is expensive. You’re still deciding whether to be infuriated or not. He’s being thoughtless on purpose.

Still, you follow him as he shortened his strides, his hand near yours but never touching. Not under the prying eyes of the cameras on the ceiling, nor the unassuming guests meandering the hallways either. You weren’t one to risk an outburst, no, the room would be vast enough for that.

The room would be accommodating for a real conversation; for some clarity to the way Namjoon’s behaving.

It’s quiet, few words are exchanged with the hotelier. You stare at the back of his head, the neatly trimmed line where it fades into tan. There’s a mole at the nape, it’s small but it’s there. That helps focus you a little, helps you ground things into reality. It leads to the intimidating heft of his wool overcoat, the hem is closer to his ankles, its shoulders are a blunt slope.

The door appears rather unceremoniously, the hotelier explains that you simply need to scan a card. Namjoon is gracious and asks a few questions about the room, its theme, the construction. The hotelier manages them swiftly, also pointing out that there were various, personalised items awaiting him.

It’s an honour for someone of the Kim Group to be staying with us and his, uh, guest of course.

As the said guest, you try and hold back a snort as Namjoon laughs. That superficial laugh that he does when he has to represent his family. In this context, you’re nameless, akin to an acquaintance, barring the fact that it’s just you and you’re staying in a hotel suite that models as a decently-sized, luxury apartment.

It takes an age before the hotelier leaves. He’s giving you a brief tour of the space when you notice the folded bathrobe with monogrammed initials, the same gold cursive is found on the corner of the pillows. You see his initials and yours. The gold greets you as soon as you make it past the threshold, floor to ceiling windows giving way to the city. It’s prettier from above, you feel less of an ant.

“We have room service at any time, if you press the designated button here,” the hotelier instructs.

You were sure that he didn’t mean to be condescending in the information he imparts but it’s evident in his tone that he knew he had to pivot. Namjoon smiles politely. It’s polite because he doesn’t show teeth, so his dimples a pressed deeper, his eyes curving up in this faux display of satisfaction.

The bedroom is, by normal standards, huge. The bed rivals it, taking up most of the wall, flanked by floating nightstands, softly lighting its vicinity. Namjoon has shrugged off his coat, his suit is tailored, his tie is a deep burgundy. A final instruction comes in the form of a menu, for what, you didn’t care for. You were burning holes into Namjoon with your stare.

It seems that he can feel it too by the way he’s scratching the nape of his neck, his muscles moulding the sleeve of that expensive suit. He’s wearing the cufflinks you gifted him, it’s a personal gift, his initials were on it in a subtle emboss. The hotelier flits his gaze between you both, his smile is strained. Namjoon picks up the cue and thanks him, noting his name at the same time.

He leaves, disappearing round the corner with haste.

And just like that, you’re left alone.

Seconds transpire as Namjoon sheds his layers, not saying anything at all. You’re still in your coat, waiting for some sort of explanation.

“What?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at your face as he tilts his head.

“Why did you do that?”

He rests his elbows on top of his knees, webbing his fingers loosely, “it’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

Namjoon was many things. He was diplomatic, discrete, intelligent. He was raised with all the right tools to take over a company and lead by example. He knew how to operate within certain boundaries and he was clear on yours. He was someone who would heed caution. It didn’t suit him to be so brash.

“I have other clients - this won’t look good for either of us.”

The distance between you remains, an impossible gulf of three paces. You stand, arms crossed, wary.

“I’m not like your other clients.”

He was right. You don’t spend time like this with the others, you don’t sleep with the others. You don’t…

And because your thoughts begin to bleed into a dangerous territory, one that resembles feelings, you pre-empt it.

“You’re being reckless.”

He considers your criticism for a minute. You stare at each other, the space between oddly stretching. It’s adversarial.

“My father wants me to marry.”

You waver a little, startled by his candour. Marriage was inevitable, sure. It came with his responsibilities, neatly packaged, awaiting him when the time comes. The extravagance begins to make sense and Teheran Valley reveals its talons in the night. It’ll be witness to the last tryst before you part ways. It won’t be so bad, you think, this Presidential suite view on Seoul.

The truth sits uncomfortably between you, the fickle nature of this arrangement.

“That’s good then. You’re finally going to settle.”

Namjoon glares at you with as much vitriol as he could manage. You knew because he juts his jaw out slightly, the tip of his tongue resting on his molars.

“I want to marry you.”

Stubbornness was also his trait. It’s how he’s managed to live under the oppressive shadow of his father. But that led to a lack of foresight and a lack of understanding of reality as it unravels. He’s always been like that, a bit naive and a lot more hopeful than most. Yet, he can still make you smile, despite it all.

“We can’t have that, can we?” You asked, closing the distance in slow strides, taking your time to shed your coat. The air conditioner bites your skin, his eyes survey your body, tracing it under the silken satin. Blue was his colour and he loved it on you.

His hands steady you as you straddle him, arms looping over his neck, leaning back to see him up close. Besides the tan, his skin is dotted with tiny moles, an irregular constellation that wouldn’t make him Namjoon without. There’s some stubble that you scratch, the pad of your thumb on the sharp bristles, they poke out of his smooth skin in jagged spears. They felt better between your thighs. And his eyes, the ones he hated for a while because of the shape, they’re hooded, I hate them.

But you could never muster the same sentiment. It’s different when you’re the admirer, you don’t have the capacity to hate as you would do if it was yourself. Your finger traces his jaw, a smooth slope, tapering at his chin, his features are harmonious, his hair, cropped short. It’s carefully styled now since he came straight from a meeting. It feels better when caught between your fingers, short strands tugged at his scalp, eliciting that deep, grunt that you tell yourself only you can bring out.

Your examination doesn’t halt just because he begins to close his eyes, tilting his head so, a silent hint for a kiss. He gets like this when you’re alone, he gets docile when he doesn’t have to be a thousand personas at once.

(Someone who’s good at his job, someone who’s a good son, someone who’s a good friend, someone who’s a good person.)

Namjoon’s scent is cool. It sits on his clothes nicely. Your nose skims his neck to make the most of the subtle fragrance. Clean and impeccably memorable. His fingers, a steady pressure, slender then curved on your hips, hold you against him, his lips lightly pressing on yours.

It doesn’t take much for you to close your eyes, giving in to him.

(It doesn’t take much when it’s Namjoon, in any case.)

As his lips initiated that shy kiss, he delivers a reverent murmur against them. He says your name, a breathy whisper, his fingers clutching at your back, wrinkling your dress, corrugating the spine of buttons, the fabric tightening around your middle. You sigh softly, pushing closer, grinding your hips to rid yourself of the obvious flutter in your chest. No one is capable of that.

Only him.

But that admissions stays within the walls. In this lonely suite in the middle of Gangnam, high up in a hotel in the middle of street that makes its visitors envious.

When you were young, you were drawn to places with bright lights. You wanted the big city, you wanted it all. But the series of choices you made shaped your path to curve away from the utopia you envisioned, and here you are, far too close to the sun and it burns.

This unbearable heat that, you swear, renders you instinctual. You grab at him, letting your body lead you away from your burgeoning feelings because it’s unfair.

It’s unfair that someone else will walk up that aisle.

It’s unfair that he’ll spend the rest of his life with someone who isn’t you.

It’s unfair that you look at him with love but can’t say it out loud.

It’s unfair that his kiss sticks in the back of your mind, its ghost whispering on your lips in moments of quiet insanity.

“Tell me not to do it and I won’t,” he murmurs, he says it on your mouth, the slip of his tongue is all too distracting, the strength of his arms holding you so that you feel like you’re not entirely boneless. And you think that he’s always been like this. Too pliant, too willing to let you have a say in his life. But the responsibility of making his choices falls heavy on your shoulders, you can’t decide for him as he can’t decide for you. It’s the way the shape of your life has panned out. Namjoon’s path is pristine and predictable, yours is jagged and tumultuous. You envisage that it’s fate’s funny way of bringing you to your knees when all you wanted was to rise up and live.

“I can’t let you do that,” you replied, shoving his jacket off him, the heat of his muscles is immense, it blazes through the cotton of his shirt. You’re surprised that you still sound put together as he tries to fumble at the buttons behind you. They’re clasped tightly on the dress, he almost growls out his frustration, half attempting to tear the whole thing. He deepens the kiss, curls an arm around your waist, lifting you briefly so that you’re on your back. He doesn’t stray for long, reuniting with you in mere seconds, the weight of him is forever pleasant, welcomed.

You miss it already.

(You miss it all the time.)

“Tell me, just tell me,” he begs, tugging at your heart as you yank up your dress. He kisses you languidly, trying to persuade, trying to make sense of it as you were. You shake your head, gasping slightly as he mouths on your neck, you see the pillows as you give him access, your skin burning from him.

“No, I can’t. I can’t,” you repeated, hearing the undoing of his belt, the audible rush of his shirt leaving his body. You wait for him because it never takes long, and he kisses you attentively, makes you feel important, wanted. And because he’s still Namjoon, he still remembers, he takes your words in spite of how they end up spearing you both.

“I know,” he mumbles, placing his hand under the space between your back and the bed. You’re still in the dress, clad in this satin midnight that contrasts with the white sheets. At least you know that the farewell isn’t desire, you feel it in the way you grasp at him, moaning softly as his tongue licks at your mouth. You feel it in the way he slides your dress up, his broad palms and long fingers on your thighs, still treating you with as much care as he did the first time.

Namjoon was still nervous then. He never told you but it was probably because it wasn’t like him to form affection for someone like you. It was meant to be a one time thing anyway, so usual for people like him that his colleagues wanting to get in his father’s good books arranged it for him. You met him under the blue lights of a VIP room. You met him in an underground member’s club. He was still wet behind the ears, his eyes darting to the exit.

I’m sorry, was what he said.

It’s okay, was what you replied.

He didn’t touch you until the fifth meeting. Even then he was fumbling and apologising with each touch. It started with a hand over yours, an accidental brush that had him withdrawing as if your skin was a burning plate. That was easily overlooked. You didn’t know why you kept seeing him. You didn’t know why you didn’t tell him that you never slept with your clients. He figured that out along the way, a small smile playing on his lips as you came out of the shower, your skin raw from the water.

What? You asked, towelling your hair with care.

Nothing, he replied, taking the towel from you and proceeding to do what you have done for yourself for as long as you can remember.

(He still does this on occasion. His fingers, usually brutish and responsible for his clumsy nature of breaking things, lose that edge, combing the wet strands near your scalp to the end.)

His fingers find you wet, you gasp in his mouth as he slides a digit in, his thumb rubbing and rubbing.

“J-joon.”

He kisses you to soothe. The heat ripples through you, transforming into this fortified sensation of pleasure, the satin of your dress turns meddlesome and restrictive. He notices, bracing you against him to curl his fingers over the fabric, pulling out of you once to rip it to shreds. The gasp that comes out of you is sharp as numerous buttons snapped from their place; he swipes them hurriedly. Your skin pebbles from your cold, your nipples turning stiff as you’re exposed. He takes a moment to look down at you, his fingers glisten from your arousal that you rub your thighs together, anything to allay the emptiness. He shoves his trousers down, his underwear too, and it’s bliss, the way your skin feels on his. He supports himself, just enough to look at you, his fingers entering you once more without much ceremony. You throw your head back, lost in it, fisting the sheets below. He drags his mouth along your neck, sending wet kisses that trail your jaw, the filthy swipe of his tongue in your mouth. Your hands yank at his hair, enough to make him groan.

So what if you tug a little harder?

So what if there’s some malice in that act?

His fingers pump inside you, taking advantage of the wetness that drip from your velvet walls. He crooks them in the right way, reaching that spot that has your toes curling, your arms pulling him down because you needed to kiss him, you needed his taste, you needed to know that he’s real.

No sooner than you began, he begins to talk, although his voice is strained, “I have a place in Jeju. It’s next to a small store,” he starts. You’re desperate for the friction to take you higher, your thighs quiver as he holds you down, the heel of his palm connecting harshly where it counts that your body shudders fully.

“W-we can’t,” you whispered, your hips moving on their own in tight swivels, so wet between your thighs that it’s audible.

And because he never listens to you when you want him to, he carries on, “I can man the place, you don’t have to do anything.”

It’s followed by a deeper plunge of his fingers, your moans dying on the crook of neck as you try and fight the inescapable sadness that plagues you as he talks of a future that is shapeless, a future that bears the texture of wishful thinking.

“We shouldn’t,” you faltered, feeling too warm, too good to think straight, “you shouldn’t talk about that.”

He kisses you again, harder this time, you feel him going faster, it sounds lewd, how his fingers piston inside you, so much so that you’re moaning in his mouth, close, so close. Neither of you talk for a while as he brings to you the edge, knowing how you liked it, knowing everything about you.

It’s even possible to think that he knows how much you wanted that.

He keeps going after you came, until you’re pushing him away, wanting something more substantial, wanting the feel of him inside. And when he’s kneeling on the bed, sheathing himself before pushing in, you think that this is one of the last times you’ll be together, like this. The thought gives you an ache in your chest that renders your breathing to be choppy, holding onto him with a kind of desperation in the form of your nails on the muscles of his back.

“You don’t want to?” He asked, starting a slow rhythm, but there’s force behind his thrusts, filling you to the hilt. It’s not disconcerting, it’s right. Neither of you cared if you come away a little battered or bruised, if this is the last time, you wanted it to feel real.

As real as how much it hurt.

You don’t answer simply because you can’t. Namjoon is exceptionally well-versed in your body, he knows the cues you inadvertently give, down to the cadence of your breath when he’s doing something right.

“With me?” He asks, his voice shaking as you clenched around him. You shake your head, holding your breath as he bottoms out again, you feel so full that your legs start to shake. The pleasure makes you wade through it, finding a semblance of enjoyment despite the severity of his questions. Sweat makes you both slippery, the heat radiating off him is addictive, his lips, plush and flanked by dimples every time he genuinely smiles, his laugh, how it starts off small then grows into something unlike his speaking voice, you kiss him to push those feelings away.

It’s not that I don’t want to, you think.

But instead you hear yourself saying, “It’s not that simple.”

He grips your hip with one hand as he curls his arm above your head. Like that, your effectively caged, snug between him and the bed. His thrusts quicken to at point that you’re nearly unable to keep up, your moans mixing with how he groans as your inner muscles pulse over him. Resilient as ever, he slides his tongue against yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking and licking it that your toes curl in pleasure.

“It is,” he insists, his kisses turning tender all of the sudden, you reel from it, tugging at the shorter hair on the back of his head, nipping at his bottom lip this time, your legs hitching higher. He moans in your mouth, his hand at the back of your knee, stretching you open that you shiver as the side of your knee meets the bed, your hips angle in a way that sends sparks along your body.

“You’re asking for things that I can’t give - you’re father’s not going to be happy.”

His hips stop for a second, he lets out a frustrated grunt, pushing you up further till you’re pushed to the pillows, he dips his head, his kiss is soft, too soft for these circumstances. Something takes a hold in your chest, the warmth is almost too much to contain, your arms around his neck, your chest pressed agains his, the hard planes of his muscles over your soft skin. He gives you another kiss, one on the corner of your mouth, starting to thrust again, groaning as you tightened in response.

“I’m not happy.”

You sighed in his mouth, eyes shutting for fear that when you open them, the tears will come and never stop. The pleasure becomes confusing because apart from the physical response of your bodies coming together like this, everything else hurts.

“Can we pretend?” He asks, letting out a shuddering breath. You’re close and you feel that he is too.

“We are,” you replied, holding onto him.

We always have been.

He groans as you tilt your hips, allowing him to go deeper. You gasped as he braced you against the bed, the air is heady, thick with anticipation.

“Up to this point, I haven’t been. Tell me you’re the same,” he says.

You almost indulge him but its superseded by the feeling that you didn’t want to unearth things you wanted to keep from him. It angers you acutely that you dig your heels on the back of his thighs, pressing him down, pressing forcefully, having him so deep that your words fail you. Everything is so wet, your sweat on your skin, your arousal mixing with his, dripping onto the sheets.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” you reprimand, sighing as he grinds his hips, prolonging friction. You encourage him by rubbing his neck, squeezing the muscles on the nape, he closes his eyes, leaning again, capturing your lips.

“Stop holding back,” he responds, pinning your wrists above your head. You inhaled sharply, totally restricted as he pulls his hips back only to plunge them again. You whimpered, tucking your head, seeing where you’re connected, the sight making you moan.

But it’s never that simple for you. It never has been and you decide then to say it, to make him face reality.

“Use me.”

Because that’s what I can do for you.

“W-what?” He falters, sounding bewildered.

But it doesn’t take much for him to figure it out. He always does when he looks at you in the eye.

“That’s what -”

The realisation makes you push through, gritting your teeth as he delivers a brutal thrust in anticipation of what you were going to say, he bares his teeth, hissing as you shiver, it travels down your core, your inner muscles clamping around him like a vice. His eyes blaze a warning.

“Don’t fucking say it - don’t.”

If he was going to be insistent, if he was going to dream up these fanciful scenarios, if he was doing this knowing how hard it was for you too, you could look him in the eye as he pleads with his.

“That’s what you’ve paid me for.”

He buries his face against the crook of your neck and you cling onto him, letting the pleasure wash over you in ripples.

“It’s not like that anymore.”

You dig your nails on his back, the cord snapping suddenly as you came. It’s painful at the end as you take him over the edge too. You bury your feelings as you muffle your moans agains this mouth in this messy kiss, full of yearning. What he said may be the truth but it doesn’t matter. Neither of you talk as your bodies sought to expel all that was left unsaid, your hair sticks your neck, your temples, he groans as you shake, sensitised from the slew of emotions that you never expected this evening. It’s final, you both knew that.

A while later, when he pulls away from you, carrying you to the shower, and handles you as if it was all other times, you still don’t talk. You stare at each other in the dimness as Gangnam, with all its luxurious possibilities, limits your freedom to the suite. He tangles his fingers in your hair, you grasp at his arm, and you kiss because you simply couldn’t fathom it.

And when morning comes, you’re tired, your dress is in a heap with his suit.

Arrangements are made for new clothes. There’s room service and you eat in silence, eyes avoiding each other in the light. There’s a staleness in the air as you check out, body and mind weary. His lingering touch, as he leads you all the way up to the door of your apartment, leaves you with a kind of tired that sleep can’t fix. But it’s the image of his back, his frame clad in a grey suit, his powerful strides reduced to a timid lope. His hand at the side of the elevator as he gives you one last look, those eyes that you’ve come to love so much were red, like yours.

That’s what you remember.

Months later, you’re in your apartment. The news reports of his wedding. It’s extravagant and his wife is beautiful. You don’t lower the volume, facing it head on while you think back to the first time, when he slept on the chair of the hotel while you were in the bed. Then you think back to when you grew comfortable with each other, learnt each other’s wants and needs. You think back to that one night, he said something and blamed it on the slip of the tongue. To be fair, you were both tired, drunk on the atmosphere of Jeju, coddled in the sheets, the villa yours for two weeks to pretend to be whoever you wanted to be. It was three words delivered quickly, breathlessly. You felt bad for not saying it back, mindful of what it all meant, this temporariness of what you had together. Yet after, you were softer with him and his acceptance of your guarded affection signalled that he knew.

Perhaps it’s because it had been there all along. From the moment you laid eyes on Namjoon, your face feeling all too warm under the blue lights as he rattled on about introductions. He was apologetic that he had to leave a some sort of monetary consideration after the end of the evening. Despite nothing happening, you talked and you forgot who you were. The difference was that it wasn’t a sense of escapism, all the armour you wore was hung on the hook at the door of that hotel for the duration of the night. You learned that those things didn’t matter to you so much when you saw his sleeping face, cramped in the way he slept on the chair. All that really mattered that night was that when he fell asleep first, you fell in love first. That was the last thought you had before eventually falling asleep too.

You wanted to be different to him. And it did end up being like that because he made it feel okay to revisit yourself beneath all the layers you scaffold over yourself. One time, as you laid side by side, holding hands, you told him about your dreams of wanting more than what you have.

It’s silly, never mind. I’m sorry.

It’s not silly. Tell me all of it, I want to hear it.

Persuaded, you told him all of it and he listened. He made it feel real.

As the news nears the end, an image of him appears on the screen. Namjoon smiles that polite smile you’re so familiar with, no teeth and it doesn’t reach his eyes. You watch until the next program rolls over, afraid of the stillness of your apartment. The night arrives and you lay in bed, eyes wide awake. You laugh suddenly, more of a puff of breath than anything, realising that fate was never more cruel than it was now.

You fall asleep like that, hollow and yearning. Those three words stuck at the back at your throat, waiting to be said to someone who’s no longer there.

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Finally done, and with less than an hour (in my time zone) to spare! This challenge was much more taxing than I had expected, but rewarding as well! I’m very proud of this dungeon, and I plan to find a way to post finalized maps of the dungeon for use in a VTT once I complete them. I’m also certainly going to edit the posts here on tumblr to fix spelling or grammar errors once I set aside the time for it.

As always, the room descriptions follow the read-more!

8. WALKWAYS The wooden walkways are affixed to the southern wall 50 feet from the quarry’s bottom and were recently made after the main doors were blocked off. They connect to the broken window in the Head Manager’s office, room 7b, so the insurgents can access the rest of the complex. The planks of the walkway are sturdy enough, but can squeak when stepped on; anyone trying to pass quietly is hindered and could alert guards in the overseer’s watch, room 14. They’ll send a squad to capture the party if they see them.

9. SOUTH TUNNELS The tunnels on the south wall are dug far and deep and are the main source of valuables that the mines have collected. The Insurgents abandoned the tunnels and rarely patrol here. They are connected to the lower quarry by a stairwell that descends 30 feet to the quarry’s slope. The stairwell is large enough that someone descending down it is hidden from sight.

10. ELEVATOR The southern tunnels connect to a second large elevator that goes deep into the earth. The insurgents disabled the elevator; they were not interested in further mining that deep and creatures beneath the earth occasionally make their way into those lower tunnels. 10a. Vestibule This area functions as both storage and guard post between the upper mines and the lower mines. There are 2 constructs that have been left here to attack anything that enters. There are 20 lockers that each have a pickaxe in them, and 4 of them have been enchanted to be much more resilient than normal.

11. EAST TUNNELS These tunnels were more recently dug and as such have no permanent defenses, though 5 guards are posted here at any time. The tunnels connected with a cave system that has not been cleared out; there are a number of asp nests here, and every 10 minutes someone is in the caves there is a 25% chance 1d4+1 asps emerge from cracks in the walls an attack. If the maximum number is rolled, instead 3 asps and 1 giant asp attack. after 5 encounters the caves will have been cleared out. 3 insurgents had attempted to clear these caves out previously; they were swarmed and killed by the snakes. Their bodies are in the southeastern cave, some of their belongings are still there- each body has 30 gold and one has a flaming sword.

12. LOWER QUARRY The insurgents sleep in the northern part of this camp. It has space for roughly 50 people, though only 25 are currently there. These are 5 guards and 20 noncombatants. 12a Refuse Pile The insurgents have disposed of many bodies here, all stripped of flesh down to the bone. There is nothing of value in the pile, and searching through will certainly alert the guards.

13. CENTRAL STAIRCASE The central pillar of the quarry is carved into a large spiral staircase. This is the only way up to the upper floors, which the guards watch attentively. If anyone ascends and is spotted, the guard captain in room 14 will send all but 1 of the others in the room to attack.

14. OVERSEER’S WATCH At any one time there are 4 guards posted here, including one captain, as well as 4 constructs. They can see throughout most of the larger quarry, though the central pillar blocks some sight lines. If the other guards have been sent after the party, the captain and one other guard are left here to defend the north tunnels from the party. The watch post has a number of suits of armor and weapons to supply the guards, and the captain has enchanted armor and a protective cloak on him.

15. NORTH TUNNELS These tunnels were carved recently; the miners were starting a new tunnel when the puppeteers came, and the puppeteers started repurposed them to their own purposes. The tunnels to the rest of the quarry has been blocked off by a rock pile, but they can be crawled through with some effort. There are 4 puppeteer guards crawling about in these tunnels; instead of the tiny slugs that control people, these ones have grown larger than a dog to protect their nest. they no longer have the ability to control people, but are much more capable of defending themselves. If the party is captured they will be brought here to be puppeted; the puppeteers need them to be awake for this though, so they must wait for them to recover from their wounds slightly. Once awake, each party member has a puppeteer attempt to charm, then dominate them. These puppeteers were originally controlling noncombatants, and the puppeteer guards will attempt to dispose of said noncombatants when their puppeteers relinquish control over them; this may give the party enough time to escape.

16. LAIR This large cave was dug specifically to house the puppeteer’s young. It is dominated by a large pile of flesh that the young are currently feasting on- this is what became of the rest of the mine complex’s occupants. The young puppeteers are too small to puppet anyone, but in a large swarm they can cover and quickly devour a body. Additionally, 2 more puppeteer guards now watch over the young.

17. VAULT This vault is filled with everything of value that the Insurgents gathered from the settlement- they store their food and other supplies here, and there are a large number of valuable gems, metal ingots, and roughly 3000 gold worth of coinage stored in here, alongside a number of enchanted items.