#WC: 470

[arabe]

next gen interview | reflection on anti-hero performance

it feels different, possibly not having a next interview. their time on next gen coming to an end is bittersweet especially while there is so much in the unknown. ara's done what she could, and its out of her hands now. the nerves and thoughts from everyone here were jittering about, herself included. but while her chest is breathing heavily, her eyes are bright and a bit teary, a bright smile on her face. yes. she did the best she could.

"what was the greatest challenge during this mission?"

ara contemplated before answering first. there were many challenges. but she wants to focus on the fact that it was an original performance. "that this was not a cover, but that we could make it our own. it is a privilege and honour, but also a challenge to tackle. i hope that as a unit, we were able to encompass all of the members as fitting this concept and song as our own. so that in the future when anyone performs this song again, they'll think back to this performance instead and remember us."

"are they hopeful to be signed alongside another hopeful?"

honestly, no one specific because she's worked with many different participants. and she will be honest about that. "no one specifically, but if it is anyone i have had the opportunity to perform with since episode one until now, it would be great to meet again. and for those that i did not get a chance to perform with, it would be an honour to train among them," ara smiles, honestly feeling a bit like she was on a job interview. but this was kind of like that, wasn't it? otherwise - would they not all be putting their best foot forwards?

"describe your experience on next gen."

"it has certainly been a journey... i started off doubting myself, despite also wanting it so much. i tried to blend in and not outdance my members, only to diminish my capabilities. taking into consideration the feedback about bringing others to my level, i hope i was able to do that in my last few performances. i really do believe that with the variety of team mates in every single performance, i was able to learn more about myself and how to collaborate and work with everybody. its been an incredible experience and i don't want it to end!" this has given her the push. if she doesn't get signed, which ara sincerely hopes that she does, she will continue working hard because, "performing is what i love to do."

"any final comments?"

"please... keep me in your hearts. this will not be the last time i am on stage. i appreciated every moment. thank you everyone!" shes says with a deep bow of gratitude. for the entire experience. for everything.

[lgcsomin]

/ EPISODE THREE of some ssom with moon somin

paragliding isn't something that she's ever really thought about doing before until she had started researching for this show. it's something that had come up when she had been searching and she wouldn't deny that it had quickly become something she was very interested in.

this show had been rather fun so far, considering that she has a lot of interesting things lined up. a lot of them were thrill-seeking adventures, but there were a few that weren't—like the aerial yoga episode with yura.

either way, she's super excited.

"hello viewers of some ssom," she greets the camera, grinning brightly as they're standing in front of the building in yangpyeong. "can everyone guess what we're doing today?"

she knows that the editors will show a montage of different things to do in yangpyeong before it cuts back to her so she continues talking, knowing how the show was going to be edited now. "we're in ..." she makes a drum roll sound with her mouth, before spreading her arms. "yangpyeong!"

she rattles off some important facts aboutthe yangpyeong area before she turns to show that they're going to be paragliding today.

"thankfully, i'm not really scared of heights, or this would be a problem," somin says as a joke, looking rather pleased with herself as she beckons the cameraman to follow her inside.

inside, they're given a quick tour of the facilities before they're brought up to where it would be happening.

"since it's my first time doing this, i'm going to be riding with an instructor," she explains, introducing the instructor she would be tandem riding with and letting them introduce themselves further before they get ready and into position.

the rest of the episode is mostly just showing how they arrive at the area where they're going to be taking off from, before getting into the paraglider. she's a little bit nervous but she's sure to give a thumbs up to the gopro on the helmet that she straps on. "are we ready?" she asks, glancing at the instructor who gives her a thumbs up.

and away they go!

the initial shriek she lets out is not of fear but of elation, feeling the wind rush through her hair and it feels almost reminiscent of the zipline, only without needing to hold onto anything. it feels especially freeing and she enjoys the entire ride down, pointing out that she could see the cameraman on the ground that was waiting for them.

"wow," is the only thing she can say when her feet are firmly on the ground again, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. "that was really amazing. i really felt like i was a bird flying!" she grins, giving two thumbs up to the camera. "i definitely recommend this if you're not scared of heights!"

[sugarwithtea]

bounty (m) | myg [teaser]

bounty (noun) : a sum paid for killing or capturing a person. if there was one person who annoyed you the most, it was min yoongi. but what happens when he calls you after escaping someone hired to end him? a dance, which ends in a surprising way.

pairing ; gang leader!yoongi x thug!reader (f)

rating/genre ; m (18+)//smut, angst (minor), enemies to ???

wc ; for the teaser - 470 // for the fic - 4k+

warnings for the teaser ; guns, swearing. for the fic ; explicit smut in public, knives, mentions of death, gore, murder (main characters) and many more!

note ; tread with caution ⚠️ the teaser is mild but the fic won't be (it will be very dark!) also, happy d-day dropping everyone hehe!! thanks to @cowboylikeyoongi for helping me with smth very major!!!! please let me know if you wanna join the taglist for this!

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You stand straighter, putting your hands on your waist and chewing the end of the cigarette in your mouth. You survey the area with squinted eyes, pushing your thin jacket behind to reveal your black tee and the gun, with which your finger toys.

You had heard of this place, and how there was a big bounty on the leader of the gang who ran the place. They were dogs, fiercer than wolves, but still fucking cowards. Your boss had asked you to stay clear of the massacre, something about leaving the lowly on his own. And you obeyed, for Min Yoongi was a man who riled you up so much, that anger always lived on your nose – and the tip of your tongue.

The way you were called into the yard, you assume whoever tried to get the meaningless bounty had failed. You shake your shoulders in amusement, and take another drag from your cigarette, kicking the dust at your feet. One more minute, and if he doesn't show up you are getting the fuck out of here.

It's as if the universe heard your thought and plotted against you returning because as soon as you turn back towards the raging fire, a hand wraps itself around your neck and pulls you behind. You let out a loud snort of amusement around the cigarette as you are pulled into a hard chest, his arm around your neck and breath on top of your ear. You quickly pull your cigarette out with one of your hands and exhale, letting the smoke fog you.

As soon as you register his breath, a hard thing pokes you on the base of your throat, and you look down to see the muzzle of his gun at your throat, pressing into your skin. His arm is right above it, and you see the way his fingers wrap around the trigger guard, away from the actual trigger. You scoff at it – still a coward.

He pushes the muzzle deeper into your skin, and you feel his chest going up and down, as his hand around your neck brings you so near him, that you feel him mold against you. You arch an eyebrow and tilt your head, a laugh leaving your lips.

"Hello to you too, Yoongi.'' He hated it when you, or anyone called him Yoongi, so you did just that. He doesn't want to be related to his family, or have a semblance of their relationship with him. And there was one thing that could erase it – his name. So he changed it to Agust D.

"You came?" His voice is gruff against your ear, and you don't miss how deep it is, just like the ocean. You take a deep breath and exhale, before speaking again with a delayed snort.

"You called?"

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[buggybambi]

Omg Mae Bae:

you said you wrote for Eddie Munson so totally ignore if not allowed! But I was thinking about Eddie not telling anyone you and him are dating and you stop by the Hellfire Club meeting on valentines Day and everyone is so stunned (maybe like a sunshine reader and Eddie!!)

Just picturing how stunned they'd all be hehe 💗😂

hi love! hope this is good ♡ wc: 470 | nav post - request guidelines

The familiar sound of laughter greeted you as you made your way down the now empty (and suddenly creepier) Hawkins High hallways, down to the theatre club room. The familiar smell of cheap beer and party chips lingered as you stood in front of the door. The "no disturbances, please" sign hung on the oak door didn't apply to you, of course, being the leader's partner, lover, whatever title you were to him.

You knocked three times on the door, something that was a code between you and Eddie. You could hear the muffled voices asking who it was as heavy footsteps seemed to come closer toward the door, you took a step back with a tupperware container in front of you, looking up and down the hallway.

The door barely cracked open, as Eddie grinned once he saw you. "What's the secret password?" He teasingly asks as you pretend think for a second. "You love me and will open the door?" You offer as he shrugs. "Close enough, it was sunshine. What're you doing here?" He questions as he opens the door, leaving it open as he wrapped his arms around your waist, about to pull you close before he noticed the container in between your bodies.

"I know you said your meeting was gonna hold late and I am totally okay with that, but I figured you and your boys needed more of a snack then party chips and soda. So, I made you something. Consider it part one of your Valentine's surprise." You smile, holding the container out for him. He doesn't say anything as he stares at them, before he smiles and places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss.

The romantic moment is spoiled by Garth and Mike letting out their surprise with "oohs". "Munson's got a lover!?" Jeff asks as Garth rolls his eyes. "Clearly. How come we never knew about it?" He asks as Eddie sighs. "They can never keep anything to themselves-" He begins to pull you into the room before you can protest interrupting their game.

"This is my partner not lover you idiot, Y/n." Eddie introduces as you smile. "Hi." You wave a bit, as Mike stares at you. "Wait, you're like.. one of the nicest people I've ever met. You're with him?" The Wheeler boy whose sister you'd known for years asks as you laugh. "Come on, Mike, you make it sound like he's not a good person." You note.

"Yeah, Mike." Eddie sticks his tongue out as you laugh. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight?" You ask. He nods, giving you another sweet kiss and flipping off the other party members before you sneak out the door.

The teasing doesn't stop after you leave, especially when they notice his blushing.

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[arcanesea]

guardian angel

PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x reader GENRE: sick fic ((reader almost faints and tells the story to jh)) WC: 470 WARNING: mentions of food, death, and implications of eating disorder, one curse

"And as I was waiting for the pan to heat up, I suddenly feel this nauseating feeling like it was so bad that I don't know whether I want to throw up or pass out or cry," you ramble on, a stupid grin slapped on your face as if you didn't almost have a brush with death just minutes ago. "But I'm okay now!" you add, watching Jeonghan's concerned face.

"I think your definition of okay is fucked up," he responds, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Well," you shrug it off, "At least I didn't actually faint, you know, I never faint in my life, that's about as close as I will ever get to fainting."

Jeonghan stood from his seat, ruffling your hair before walking towards the kitchen. "Still, I don't think you're doing a great job at taking care of yourself. I wonder how did you survive all this year?"

"For starters, I have you," you said sheepishly. Jeonghan has been your guardian angel as long as you know him. It's just in his nature to take care of his closest people and you're lucky enough to be one of them.

And you're not negligent, no. It's just sometimes you overestimate yourself, like, thinking you could go one day without eating rice, or you could run with just 3 hours of sleep. Sometimes you find that it's fun to figure out the capabilities of your body, but sometimes you do those things because you feel... undeserving.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere," Jeonghan grins. He's not one to cook, but he can fry some nuggets for you to eat, even if you said you've already eaten. "You know that it's a problem, right?"

Do you?

"I won't be around all the time," Jeonghan threatened, looking at you. "Not that I want to leave you," he adds with an alarming tone. "But you can't keep on doing that."

You stay silent. it's not the first time Jeonghan has ever given you the "talk", yet, you feel somehow you're not going to hear the end of it. You know it's easier with him around. You're getting better and he scolded you less these days, so you just smiled at his words.

Jeonghan stopped in his tracks with a plate in his hand.

"Is that your way of saying, 'I understand?'" Jeonghan asks, before continuing to walk towards where you were sitting.

"I'm getting there," you answer. "Besides, I think I can hear you nag every time I miss a meal."

"As you should," Jeonghan replies with a smug smile. He handed you the plate with nuggets, rice, and cherry tomatoes he found in the door of your fridge. For now, he has to be satisfied with your answer. After all, he's not going anywhere, at least not in the near future.

a/n. this actually happened to me like a few weeks ago and i almost experienced it for the second time due to the overloading schedule pls pray for me

[leilanihours]

LANI'S 1K CELEBRATION MASTERLIST ! ✉️

— a location for all my work posted during this celly

women's college basketball !

# 5 — paige bueckers, the university of connecticut

# THIS IS A TRUTH THAT I CAN'T FIGHT, I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH (wc: 471)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU BE LIKING IT ROUGH, YOUR BODY SOFT AS A FLOWER (wc: 704) *18+

prompt: "you like it when i'm rough?"

# YOU'RE SUCH A DREAM TO ME (wc: 847)

prompt: "i dreamed of you."

# SHE AIN'T NEVER DO THIS BEFORE BUT SHE GOOD AT IT (wc: 359) *18+

prompt: "don't run from it, princess, push back on me."

# SNEAK LINK BUT WE DON'T TELL IT, KISSING, TOUCHING, BREATHING HEAVY (wc: 660) *18+

prompt: "are you not wearing any underwear?"

# I CAN SEE YOU'RE LONELY DOWN THERE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I AM RIGHT HERE? (wc: 715)

prompt: "will you stay the night?"

# YOU DO IT SO LOUD, I BET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW MY NAME (wc: 339) *18+

prompt: "i know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

# 44 — aubrey griffin, the university of connecticut

# TO LEAVE THE WARMEST BED I'VE EVER KNOWN (wc: 405)

prompt: "come back to bed."

# YOU GOT ME OVERNIGHT, JUST LET ME BE CLOSE TO YOU (wc: 432)

prompt: "you look really good in my shirt."

# 23 — morgan cheli, the university of connecticut

# I DON'T WANNA LOOK AT ANYTHING ELSE NOW THAT I SAW YOU (wc: 613)

prompt: "so...are you just gonna keep staring or are you going to kiss me?"

# LAUGHING 'TILL OUR RIBS GET TOUGH (wc: 603)

prompt: "if you try to tickle me one more time, i swear you will not get another kiss for a week."

# 35 — azzi fudd, the university of connecticut

# TWO HEADLIGHTS SHINE THROUGH A SLEEPLESS NIGHT, AND I WILL GET YOU ALONE (wc: 541)

summary: azzi wants her well-deserved alone time with her girl.

women's national basketball association !

# 1 — nika muhl, the seattle storm

# SHE'S GOT MY ATTENTION, SHE'S CONFIDENT (wc: 812) *18+

prompt: "i like your hand in mine but i think it would look even better if it was wrapped around my throat."

# IT'S CAUSE I LOVE YOU, BABE, IN EVERY KIND OF WAY, JUST A LITTLE TASTE (wc: 470)

prompt: "i brought you dinner."

# THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME (wc: 675)

prompt: "i missed you."

# 20 — kate martin, the las vegas aces

# JACKET 'ROUND MY SHOULDERS IS YOURS (wc: 710)

prompt: "here, take my jacket."

# EVERY LOOK, EVERY TOUCH MAKES ME WANNA GIVE YOU MY HEART (wc: 722)

prompt: "i love it when you laugh."

# HOW DO I FEEL YOU ON ME WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON MY SKIN? (wc: 616) *18+

prompt: "fuck, i love the sounds you make."

# I WISH THAT YOU WOULD STAY IN MY MEMORIES (wc: 762)

prompt: "i had finally forgotten about you. i had finally started to live again. and now you decide to come back."

# OCEAN BLUE EYES LOOKING IN MINE (wc: 591)

prompt: "i can't say no to those eyes."

moodboards !

kate martin x surfer!reader

kate martin x singer!reader

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

The doctor order a cat scan

Mortkraken as cats

Wc: 470

Yuri

An Abyssinian, his short hair always sleek and groomed in place. He was given to you by a hospital whose pet cat had a litter.

He is so small but such a yapper, he screams his little head off when he sees Jiro limping, when his bowl is empty, when other cats get close. Noisy baby.

As stubborn as he is in refusing to play with you when you pull a laser or string and feathers, he LOVES those intellect puzzle toys where he has to follow a series of steps to get some treats, he sometimes meows or shows you the piece of treat he got hoping for praise. Please praise him, it makes him happy.

He is very particular about touching though, he is very fickle on it, sometimes you can rub his belly and brush his hair and sometimes even holding his paws to trim his nails in too much.

Even if Jiro is ‘alright’ and his scars mostly healed, Yuri insists on cleaning those zones for him, it's mostly his stomach and chest. He is so careful it takes him almost an hour to finish while Jiro stays still looking at the ceiling like a good patient.

If any of the other cats gets too close to him or Jiro (or near at all with Jin and frost!) he will start hissing like crazy but never bite or scratch, he hides behind Jiro who gives a half-hearted slap unless he feels it's about to become a real fight.

Jiro

A strangely big Mumbai cat that you found ran over in the street. After you took him to the vet and no one claimed him you kept him, having already caught affection for your big baby.

Cats are normally not very expressive by human standards but, compared to Yuri, he has a poker face. Unblinking staring into your soul as you drink coffee in the early morning.

You have to give him his medicine two times a day and even though it's really bitter he is such a responsible kitty and always brings the box or meowing at you.

Another one who doesn't play with typical toys or even entertains those puzzle games but he does seem to enjoy pulling at the flowers and weeds in your garden. He even has a little bunch of dried flowers he keeps around his bed.

Lingers around corners or nooks waiting for someone to pass by and scare them, if his victim has an amusing enough reaction his tail sways ever so slightly as he walks away. Yuri never fails in amusing him.

After his accident he can only stomach a very liquid diet that you have to supplement. Don't even think of giving him treats or anything because he will puke and the vet is expensive.

[the--rebel--fae]

Ask: Hello! Can I request a headcanon?, the theme is that Sanji and Your/name meet after the events of Cake Island. (They dated before this)

A/n: I hope I did this ask justice! This is my first time writing for Sanji, and doing a drabble, but I like how this one turned out! I hope you enjoy it!

@kihauk

WC: 470

Spoiler Warning: Cake Island Spoilers

TW: None! just Hurt/comfort

Lost Love Comes Again

You never thought that you’d see Sanji again if you were completely honest. After he left The Thousand Sunny, you thought you’d never see him again. 

His welcome back was a big thing with the crew, but you felt too conflicted to join in the festivities.

You loved him and still did. And you understood why he did what he did, his family was awful. But it didn’t change the fact that you were hurt that it seemed so easy for him to break off your relationship.

You just wish you knew if the relationship ever meant anything to him.

“Hey hun, you haven’t been that cheery since Sanji got back. I would have thought that you’d be the happiest that Sanji’s back.” Nami said as she came over to where you were sitting on the upper deck of the Sunny. 

You lifted your head off of your hands from resting on your legs to turn your gaze up towards Nami. “Hmm? Oh hey, Nami. Yea, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy Sanji is back I really am, it’s just–”

Nami lifted you up from your stoop and pulled you into a tight hug. “I get it. It’s because of the stupidity he pulled before Cake island huh?”

Pulling back from the hug, you gave a small chuckle at her observation. “Yea, I guess it’s because I still have feelings for that idiot. Even after he broke things off. Pretty stupid huh?”

“Not to me it isn’t. You should go confront him, tell em how you feel. He’s no doubt in the kitchen as usual. But I can make sure the two of you have your time alone.”  

A soft sigh falls from your lips, but you nod nonetheless. “Alright, thank you Nami. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, hun.”

***

“Hey Sanji, can I talk to you?” You ask, entering the ship’s kitchen. 

The blonde puts down his cutting knives and turned to face you with a soft smile. “Hey (y/n). I was wondering when you would come around. I haven’t seen you since the end of the whole Cake Island ordeal. Would you like something to ea–”

“Do you still have feelings for me?” You cut him off. Your gaze determined as you look up at your once-boyfriend. “Did you even feel anything for me at all, Sanji? Or was I just some fling?”

“Oh mon cheri,” he stepped forward and suddenly wrapped you in a sweet embrace. “I never meant to make you feel that way. I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I didn’t think that you’d feel that way. Can we start over my dear?”

Your eyes start to water and you lean into Sanji’s warm embrace. “I’d like that a lot actually.”

Maybe their love was worth fighting for after all…

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the drabble/HC! It was a fun write! Feel free to request something again soon! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from One Piece to Pokemon and more! I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions

[chochuuya]

snarky.

bonten rindou haitani x gn!reader

disclaimers: bonten isn’t exactly all rainbows and unicorns.. please do read with precaution. black cat x black cat? you meet your match (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

wc: 470

your attitude pisses him off.

“you didn’t need help?” rindou scoffs in disbelief as he looks from the unconscious mugger to you.

that guy’s joints are probably already in places they shouldn’t be.

he didn’t appreciate your dismissive attitude especially since he just saved your life. you were struggling to fend off this guy, so he jumped in before any damage could be done. especially in his club? nuh-uh.

you should be singing him praises, not being snarky.

“that’s a funny way of saying thank you,” he continues sarcastically, his annoyance evident in his tone. “you should be nicer to someone that saved you.”

“fine. thank you so much, my savior.” you said with a tone dripping of sarcasm.

he rolls his eyes. if he still had his glasses, he would already be adjusting them in annoyance. you weren’t exactly making it easy to keep his temper in check.

rindou looks you up and down, his piercing violet eyes running the length of your body and taking the whole scoop of your appearance.

“and you’re (y/n), right?” he asks as if he already knows the answer.

“wow, what a stalker. i didn’t even have to tell you my name, haitani.”

he laughs and it sounds like a snarl. this person has guts, he has to give them that.

“nah,” he shakes his head. “you think i need you to tell me your name to figure out that much? i’ve got my sources.”

“wow.. good to know you have money then.”

he actually chuckled at your remark and smoothly passes you his business card. the paper's quality felt like it was cut from the finest tree on earth.

you scoffed and this time, it’s your turn to look at him from up and down.

“what’s this for? you expect me to want to know a criminal like you? i would be in jail for even trying.”

“a criminal?” he asks, his expression shifted to one of mock offense. “no, i just don’t feel like dealing with the red tape the police force me to. do you even know who i am and my affiliation?”

you look at him, being all humble. “is he trying to scare me?” you thought.

“and i’m supposed to know that? well, sorry for making you butthurt..”

rindou tilts his head slightly to the side and raises an eyebrow at you. it’s clear that he’s trying to figure you out.

“you’re sassy, i like it. you’d make the perfect partner in crime, you know,” he says and there’s an edge to his voice, something he’s keeping just under the surface.

“i could just... take you right here, right now and you could learn all the skills you’d ever need.”

...

maybe it was a mistake to be in the haitani brothers’ club in the first place.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real.

i had a debate with myself, whether i should put ran or rindou in this.. but i feel like rindou fits this scenario better? somehow? ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) anyway, i hope you like it! all reblogs & likes are vv appreciated ♡

[facioleeknow]

Stray Kids as Greek mythological figures

Which heroes/ creatures/ gods i think are similar to Stray Kids.

Wc: 470 Genre: AU

Tw: talk of mental health, not proofread

I was thinking of expanding these into full fics, let me know what you think

Bang Chan

Heracles, demigod, son of Zeus and Alcmene. The most famous hero of all Greece and the one most appreciated. His death was commemorated through an official festival. Very strong and brave, I think he suits Channie perfectly. Charismatic just like our leader and very respected and feared.

Lee Know

Hades, god and king of the underworld. Eldest of three sons. just like Lee Know can seem quite cold and scary on the outside but is actually a good person. In myths Hades is never depicted negatively and always preferred to maintain balance. Technically entering the underworld was forbidden for mortals but there are many stories of heroes going back and forth and Hades did not raise a finger and let them be. A scary looking man with a good heart like Lee Know.

Changbin

Atlas, titan of endurance. Punished by Zeus and condemned to hold up the sky for eternity. Really strong and muscly and could probably throw people around like they weighed nothing. Changbin said he bench presses 150kg roughly, which makes him able to lift the average person and I think he could totally hold up the heavens.

Hyunjin

Adonis, human. The most beautiful man in the whole Greece and the blueprint of what a man should have looked like back then. Lover of Aphrodite, the literal goddess of beauty and love. Could pull men and women, which is perfect for Hyunjin because that man is so beautiful inside and out that nobody can resist him.

Han

Alchys, personification of sadness and desperation. I know what you’re thinking about, Han is a very generally bubbly person on the outside but we all know he struggles deeply with mental health and anxiety. As somebody with the same struggles I can say that this fits pretty well. ( I am not saying in any way that he is defined by his struggles)

Felix

Apollo, god of the sun, music, poetry and art. One of the younger gods, a little spicy and definitely queer. Was said to be so bright that looking at him was like looking into the sun. Couldn’t not think of our sunshine Lixie, our shiny baby who is definitely more than a little mischievous.

Seungmin

Thrasos, personification of courage and insolence. Like Seungmin and his sharp tongue, this deity is not afraid to speak even when they shouldn’t. Courageous in a reckless sense, which fits perfectly because I would never dare to back talk Bang Chan when he is mad but I have a hunch that Seungmin would.

Jeongin

Dionysus, god of wine, fruits, insanity and fertility. Very sensual and mischievous, like our maknae lately. Widely appreciated in the whole of Greece, his parties were very alluring and freeing in way. Able to “hypnotize” you with his charisma which explains why everybody loves Innie so much. 

[violettduchess]

A/N: Vincent won the poll and with it, this kiss fic!

"This sadness will last forever" were supposedly Vincent Van Gogh's final words.

WC: 470

Trying to describe how it feels when Vincent kisses you makes you wish you were as talented with words as Dazai or Arthur. How can you possibly describe the feeling that floods you when he tenderly cups your face in his hands, eyes as blue as eternity, and leans down, softly pressing his lips against yours? 

You are one of his beloved sunflowers, cacophonous and bright, baring your soul to the radiant blue sky, joy beaming from every corner of your heart. You are the strong branches of the almond tree in spring, riotous with pink and white blossoms, each petal a happy sigh that escapes you. You are the black spire stretching itself up up up into the expansive starry night, reaching with your whole soul for the stars.

Vincent parts your lips, delving deeper even as he tenderly pulls you closer, wanting to feel your solidness against him. Sometimes you wonder if he is afraid you are nothing but a phantom that will disappear if he opens his eyes, a creature of mist and dreams that will dissolve under the bright rays of sunlight. Your arms wind around his neck, your body presses closer, reassuring him that yes, you are real. You are solid. And you are unconditionally his. He is warmth and gentleness, golden as wheat fields in summer but he is also fiercely protective, a strength easily overseen and underestimated due to the tenderness of his nature, the boyishness of his mien. You know the truth. You know there is no shoulder you would rather lean on, no hands you would trust to hold your heart more than his.

Oh, those hands. Those beautiful, talented hands move over your skin like a paintbrush on canvas. With every caress he decorates you in his desire, his love, his dedication, his admiration and you? You feel beautiful. You are a work of art, a masterpiece, glowing with each stroke of blazing adoration along your body. There is nothing that lifts his heart more than the content sighs you whisper against his mouth, the ardent press of your fingers into his shoulder when your body lights up with yearning. 

And if he pulls back for a moment, just a heartbeat in time, he can look into your eyes where he sees something unbelievable. He sees himself reflected there, in a way he never could imagine, despite the numerous self-portraits he has done. In the depths of your gaze, those windows to the naked essense of your heart, he sees himself as someone beautiful. Someone whole. Someone worthy of love.

Your name falls from his lips and just before he is utterly lost in the winding, sunlit path of your want, the hills and valleys of your body, he has a singular, sublime thought: 

This love will last forever.

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Heaven / Simon "Ghost" Riley

so i wrote this back in august, completely forgot it existed until the other day. and since I'm in a writing slump don't ask about the next bite the hand chapter i decided to finish the draft, edit it and feed you lovies a bite.

MDNI / wc 470 / pairing simon "ghost" riley x f!reader / no use of y/n / warnings inexplicit sexual content, religious imagery /

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There was limited light in the room, the occasional flash of lightning broke through the window into the small room. Flashing against the two warm, bare bodies, the noise of thunder and rain hid the panting and huffing that escaped their mouths. Simon groaned against your neck, trying to reason with himself and how he’d ended up in such a vulnerable state with you. Skin against skin, yours soft and a vision to him and his war-torn hands.

Once strangers, now wrapped around one another, bed groaning under their weight as you repeat his name like a prayer, it spills from your pretty lips between kisses that were divine, like communion wine that washed away his sins. Begging you to free him while your hands brush against scars and marks, he trembles with his caring touch as Simon gives himself away to you. Anxiety struck him like the bolts outside, how could you trust him like this? You an angel, glorious and merciful, and he felt so lowly, so unforgiving. Simon felt as if he couldn’t give you anything outside of this room and moment, and so he gave it all.

“Simon-” How you said his name made Simon’s stomach knot. When was the last time he trusted someone to call him by that name, when had it sounded so sweet? It had been so long since he’d heard it with such love, the adoration making him see stars. Lord knows he needed to hear you say that name, to drag him to his senses and separate Simon from the myth of the man everyone else knew.

His mind wandered back to the night when everything shifted, the light from the apartment shining on you like a helo. Bitter confessions and silent admittance that stayed unspoken of for weeks, but your eyes haunted what dreams Simon witnessed. Your voice was honey to his ears, and when you spoke every faded away. An invisible sting kept tugging at him, any time his hands grazed your skin, he wanted to take hold, wanted more than his fair share.

Burying his nose into your neck, Simon let out shallow breaths. His sweat stuck to her skin, mixing with stray tears that burned out of his eyes. A sensation he’d refused to let himself indulge in for so many months. Your hands wrapped around his shoulder, keeping him safely on the shore, no longer sinking. Simon was there in that cramped room, there under the roar of thunder and pounding rain, there in your loving embrace.

“So good to me.” He mumbles, his lips trailing down your throat; the lingering smell of perfume intoxicating. “My pretty girl is always so good to me.” And if heaven were real, it would be right there. Safe in your arms, safe from all the noise and chaos.

There was limited light in the room, the occasional flash of lightning broke through the window into the small room. Flashing against the two warm, bare bodies, the noise of thunder and rain hid the panting and huffing that escaped their mouths. Simon groaned against your neck, trying to reason with himself and how he’d ended up in such a vulnerable state with you. Skin against skin, yours soft and a vision to him and his war-torn hands.

Once strangers, now wrapped around one another, bed groaning under their weight as you repeat his name like a prayer, it spills from your pretty lips between kisses that were divine, like communion wine that washed away his sins. Begging you to free him while your hands brush against scars and marks, he trembles with his caring touch as Simon gives himself away to you. Anxiety struck him like the bolts outside, how could you trust him like this? You an angel, glorious and merciful, and he felt so lowly, so unforgiving. Simon felt as if he couldn’t give you anything outside of this room and moment, and so he gave it all.

“Simon-” How you said his name made Simon’s stomach knot. When was the last time he trusted someone to call him by that name, when had it sounded so sweet? It had been so long since he’d heard it with such love, the adoration making him see stars. Lord knows he needed to hear you say that name, to drag him to his senses and separate Simon from the myth of the man everyone else knew.

His mind wandered back to the night when everything shifted, the light from the apartment shining on you like a helo. Bitter confessions and silent admittance that stayed unspoken of for weeks, but your eyes haunted what dreams Simon witnessed. Your voice was honey to his ears, and when you spoke every faded away. An invisible sting kept tugging at him, any time his hands grazed your skin, he wanted to take hold, wanted more than his fair share.

Burying his nose into your neck, Simon let out shallow breaths. His sweat stuck to her skin, mixing with stray tears that burned out of his eyes. A sensation he’d refused to let himself indulge in for so many months. Your hands wrapped around his shoulder, keeping him safely on the shore, no longer sinking. Simon was there in that cramped room, there under the roar of thunder and pounding rain, there in your loving embrace.

“So good to me.” He mumbles, his lips trailing down your throat; the lingering smell of perfume intoxicating. “My pretty girl is always so good to me.” And if heaven were real, it would be right there. Safe in your arms, safe from all the noise and chaos.

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# #. MASTERLIST !!

# #. TWISTED WONDERLAND

gasp ! there's only one bed !?

- sharing a bed w/ the dorm leaders !! fluff, wc 1.7k !!

grocery store !!

- heartslaybul - octavinelle scenerios !! going grocery shopping w/ them is uh- wc 2k !!

grocery store pt. 2 !!

- scarabia - diasomania scenerios !! going grocery shopping w/ them is uh pt. 2- wc 2.7k !!

strawberry shortcake !!

- adeuce (separate) making a cake w/ them !! fluff, wc 950 !!

the cat ? or me ?

- you and idia get a cat... but hes jealous of it. fluff, wc 440 !!

i bid you, goodnight !!

- leona and malleus, saying gn to them !! fluff, wc 960 !!

midnight thoughts.

- deuce knows emotions can hurt, like love. angst, wc 470 !!

horror flick !!

- all scenarios !! what's it like watching a horror movie w/ them?

if you seek amy !!

- all scenerios !! would they react to the song if you seek amy ??

bathtub mermaid.

- octo trio !! the beach has been becoming a scarier place after finding a scale. wc 1.4k

first date !!

- heartslaybul - octavinelle scenerios !! where do they take you out on your first date ? wc 4.3k

doing their makeup !!

- nrc first years !! doing their makeup during a monthly ramshackle sleepover !! wc. 1.3k

kingdom calling !!

- a little scenario containing a kh mc in the twst world !! wc. 1.1k

# #. LINKED UNIVERSE

- cots and cuddles !!

- sharing a bed w/ hyrules heroes !! fluff, wc 1.5k !!

- I want you more.

- link finds out the librarian he's pining after has a lover. yandere, wc 2.7k !!

©z3rinn

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How about some love 💘 for Derek Morgan and a female plus size!reader. Fluff, angst or kink. Writer's choice.

fem!plus size reader, wc: 470.

cw! angst :/

You were angry, sad, and relieved all at the same time. As Morgan sat on the back of the ambulance, you stormed over to him, the rest of your team knowing that you were about to explode. No one made any attempt to stop you as you snatched off your FBI vest and threw it to the ground, never stopping your determined stride as you approached him.

"Are you fucking insane?" You shouted. You could see Derek close his eyes, his jaw clenching as he let out a sigh. "Did you have a fucking death wish or something?!" The EMT's stepped out of your way so that you could stand right in front of him. "Sweetheart, listen—" You cut him off. "No! You don't get to 'sweetheart listen' me! You almost got yourself killed? What were you thinking you self-sacrificial son of a bitch?" He took one of your hands in his, and even though you were stubborn, you allowed him to do so, the limb lying limp in his grip. "You gotta calm down little lady." He said sternly, looking up at you through his bushy eyebrows.

"Calm down? Derek you almost died!" You exclaimed, attempting to snatch your hand from his. He didn't let you, holding you close to him as a way to ground you. "Nuh uh, you don't get to walk away from me. Let's talk about this." The way he remained calm during this whole thing was infuriating, but it also made you want to relax at the same time. "I did what I did because it would save people. I risk my life every day I walk in to the BAU, and you do too." Your eyes began to burn with unshed tears, "But you cut it too close this time, Derek. If you died, what am I supposed to do?" Your voice broke, head falling forward in heartbreak and in shame.

"Hey, hey, mama," He guided you to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him, "Don't cry." You buried your face in his neck, your tears wetting the collar of his plain black shirt. "You're my life, Derek," You whispered, "I can't have you disappearing from it as soon as I let you in." He comfortingly rubbed your arm, resting his cheek on your head. "I know babygirl, and I'm sorry." Your body shook against him, letting the grief of his close encounter settle over you. "I should beat your ass." You muttered against his skin. He chuckled. "I damn near thought you were about too."

You leaned up so you could look at him.

"But I'm being serious, Derek Morgan. When I tell you to leave from somewhere, you better go." He caved. "Alright baby, but no promises." You laughed too. "Better than nothing."

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I’m having brain rot and now it’s your problem too. Darry is always described as being big and all during the book? I feel like he’d be just a tad bit (a shit ton) insecure abt it, and whoever you ship him with gets him this absolutely MASSIvE blanket to make him feel better, so the gang just finds this giant ass blanket on the floor, and Steve, the dumbass, tries to dive into it but just slams into Darry, who’s hiding in it like a little gremlin. Anyways Steve learns the hard way that it was a very bad idea, and is now actively avoiding Darry.

okay so I've thought about how to write this for a while (anon would know.. bc this ask is pretty old and i am so sorry)

WC; 470 words, written from Steve's pov.

"You lyin' sack of dung. I won fair and square!" The keys in the car twisted in my hold, and I took them out as we exited Darry's truck. We had borrowed it for the day, with the promise that we'd do the shopping for him. Of course we had done it, but not without using the handy skills Two-bit had once taught us for a couple of chocolate bars.

My best friend scoffed loudly, so loud infact, that I thought it was cough instead. "Steve you had cards in your pocket, I saw it." Sodapop aimed for my head, but my knees went down before I processed what was happening; dodging the plastic bag that flashed white above me.

I got back up, dusting off the dirt on my freshly washed jeans, making sure to complain to my buddy about it as well. "Well if you didn't cheat me out of my cigarettes, I wouldn't have done that." He opened both doors with his foot, and I vaguely remembered him coming into work without his shoes this morning.

We both had a couple more jabs at each other, until he cowered off to the kitchen. I was about to follow him in, I was feeling peckish, but then I noticed the giant bundle of a blanket on the ground. I'd never seen that blanket around, it must've been new.

Why would they buy a new blanket? Maybe for the couple of us always sleeping over.. I blocked off any new thoughts that would come to mind, and instead let myself fall backwards into it.

"Ow!" It wasn't just blankets.

I got off, moving so quickly that you'd think I was on fire. My back hurt from being jabbed by an elbow, but as the figure flung the blanket off himself, I thought about how he was probably a little more hurt than I was.

"Steve what the hell." Darry's cold eyes bore into mine, and if Sodapop wasn't over in the kitchen, I wasn't so sure I'd still be alive. "I didn't know you were in that!" I fumbled over my words, unsure if there even was a good enough excuse for that man.

But then, he did something I'd never expect. Not in a million years!

Darry stood up, wrapping the blanket around his body before walking off to his room. He did it all without a single word, and left me sprawled out on the sitting room floor, practically shocked.

He did look tired, if his eyebags were anything to go by, but to just walk away without a fight? Wasn't like superdope at all.

Sodapop by then had pocked his head out from the kitchen, and we simply gave each other a shrug that could only be translated into one sentence; what the hell was that?

[m-ayo-o]

petal

You've been missing him so bad 18+ explicit sex wc 470

You suddenly feel a familiar presence in your bedroom. He's home.

It's late, you've already been sleeping, but you can tell from one look that your husband needs you tonight. His stern and serious exterior has faded as you bring Byakuya in close, resting his head on your chest as he kneels in front of you.

Few words are exchanged as you remove his uniform. He finally relinquishes his Zanpakutō, a weight lifting from his body.

You bathe together and wash his beautiful, jet black hair, massaging him, using basic healing techniques on the few minor injuries he sustained.

You return to bed and hear his voice, deep and soft, "Petal," his slender hand holds yours as you lay down, "can you stay awake any longer?"

You nod, giving him a sweet smile as he places chaste kisses over your fingers. You've been waiting for each other for too long now, you don't need sleep. You don't need anything. Just him.

"Let me hold you," he murmurs and lays down, bringing you in so close all you can feel is him.

Byakuya whispers sweet words and kisses you gently until you're wrapped around him, feeling his growing erection.

You sigh and moan into his deep kisses until he's propped up over you telling you, "Lay still, Petal, I need you," pushing himself gently inside your warm walls.

He takes it slow, his narrow eyes fixed on your beautiful face contorting with pleasure.

He gives you more than you can take, pushing you over the edge in minutes as you muffle your sweet moans on his broad, pale chest.

"Honey I, I–" you whimper against him, holding onto his shoulders.

"I know, I know, just a little more, ok?" He strokes your hair and kisses you gently, looking down at the creamy ring around his cock.

He praises you and fucks you so deep and slow. God, you've missed this. You feel his hand on your leg, pushing you up to get all the way back, his dick massaging all the right spots.

"B-byakua–" your voice is shaky, you can't take it. He can tell another intense orgasm is building inside you.

"It's ok, Petal, let go," he murmurs and rocks his hips so smoothly as you release over him again, your body bending up beautifully.

His thrusts get rough, the telltale sign that your husband is close, making you feel so dizzy and overwhelmed. It's been weeks since you felt like this.

You whisper how much you've missed each other, how much you love each other.

He presses a needy kiss on your lips, his hips stuttering then slowing as relief washes over his beautiful features.

He cleans you up and takes care of you, uttering sweet words until you're sleeping.

He holds you all night then takes you again in the morning. You're so glad he's home.

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