#look at hanie's teeth

[anton-luvr]

You just took a shower with seunghan. He gets between your legs so you could dry his hair, your neck catching his attention. (Suggestive in a way but only bc they are in towels + soft pants and moaning??)

# 10:06pm ; HONG SEUNGHAN.

⚝ bf!seunghan x fem!reader | fluff & HEAVILY suggestive | bf au ⚝ note ; this is so... (mouth waters) UGH thank u for requesting!! thank u for waiting and for ur support on all my works too mwah <3 + take care briizes!! hani will come back to us soon, i'm sure <3

Six weeks.

That's how long the doctor told Seunghan his broken arm would be casted for.

"Six weeks?" he echoed in despair, mind flooding with the realization of all the things he wouldn't be able to do.

He wouldn't be able to play his games, wouldn't be able to eat his favorite instant noodles by himself every day, wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you at night - he wouldn't be able to do almost anything.

He really shouldn't have tried that stupid parkour trick with Sohee.

But thankfully, he had you by his side to help him out.

And maybe, not being able to do anything was quite nice after all.

He's sat on the edge of the bathtub, both of you fresh out of a shower and only in warm towels while you ran a hair-dryer over his damp hair.

"Ah, be gentle with the tangles." he whines, wincing when you accidentally tug at one.

You're quick to apologize with a cheery 'Sorry!', and you lean down to kiss him on the cheek.

All grumpiness fades once he feels your soft lips against his warm skin, a smile appearing on his lips.

Seunghan sighs happily as you continue drying his hair, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, and he can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world to have you.

You've been taking care of him ever since his fall, absolutely spoiling him with princess treatment.

He's really so lucky to have you.

He opens his eyes to tell you just that, but something else distracts him immediately.

Your bare neck was right in front of him, droplets of water falling from your wet hair and landing gracefully on your collarbone. He gulps as he watches them slowly slip downwards and behind your wrapped towel.

It was embarrassing how easily and simply turned on he gets, and all just from your neck.

"You look so pretty." he mumbles, leaning forward to press soft kisses all over the exposed skin.

You giggle at the ticklish feeling, but it's quick to turn into a quiet whine as the kisses start to get more aggressive.

Seunghan spares absolutely no mercy, warm tongue and sharp teeth grazing against that one sensitive part of your neck that sends shudders throughout your body.

"My pretty girl," he mutters, grinning as he pulls you into his lap and continuing his work of art.

Soft moans and whines reverberate across the bathroom as his hands start to travel across your body, your own ones busy tugging at Seunghan's hair.

"You're driving me insane." he pants, his eyes dark with desperate need and pretty lips swollen when he pulls away to catch his breath. "Taking care of me so well, gotta thank you."

The desperation only grows as he crashes his lips against yours, the towel being the only barrier between the both of your bodies heightening the desperation.

You felt so close and yet so far, and Seunghan needed more.

"W-Wait," you stutter, gently pushing him away from you. "Let's move to the bedroom, I'm scared you'll slip or something and get hurt."

Seunghan can't help but chuckle at your sweet and caring comment in the midst of his sinful actions, kissing over one of the hickeys he had left earlier.

"My baby is so cute," he coos, hot breath fanning against your ear. "But don't worry for now. I'll take care of you the way you deserve, hm?"

Your head spins at what he's hinting at, nodding while hiding your red face on his shoulder.

Without another word, Seunghan carries you up with his other arm and takes you into your bedroom - where he was going to thank you for taking care of him in the best way possible.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[pumpkinmetaphor]

opinions on tamakao? :P (through and through kyokao shipper here but im curious)

I'm a middle school crush Kaoru -> Tamaki truther

Actually, have this snippet from a draft of a fic I wrote and never finished/posted in March 2022

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“I think,” Kyoya says, “we have things to reconsider.”

Hikaru and Kaoru both look over. They’ve become accustomed to Tamaki’s bouts of depression, dramatic flairs and posturing, but usually they intend to cause it for humorous effect. Today’s episode, causing him to cultivate a woodlouse farm amongst the sheets of piano music in the back cupboard, was entirely unintentional. 

Kaoru doesn’t really feel it’s their fault. Hikaru didn’t mean to spill the coffee, after all. He hadn’t carried a tray before. And the girl he splashed made an awful lot of noise about the bottom hem of her dress being marked by the spillage. If she’d been paying more attention to her surroundings and less to insulting his brother, she would have seen Kaoru pick the pitcher up before he doused her in lemon water. And after all, how else did she expect to clean her dress? And if her friend paid more attention to where she was going instead of trying to grab the front of Kaoru’s uniform, then she would have seen Hikaru’s foot shoot out before he kicked the legs of her chair out from under her. And really, if the girls wanted to be treated like princesses, they surely shouldn’t have picked the hosts whose whole selling point is their mischievous, boyish charm.

That’s what Hikaru said, and Kaoru copied, anyway. Kaoru does a very good job at mimicking Hikaru’s unaffected cadence even as the guilt gnaws away at him. He’s not guilty about the girls, not in the slightest, but he can’t help continually glancing over to the cupboard. This was not behaviour that Tamaki was proud of.

“It wasn’t very nice,” Hani says. He makes the bunny toy do an approximation of an apologetic gesture, which they both cringe at. 

“They were regulars,” Kyoya says, making another note, “Were, being the operative word. They’re unlikely to return.”

“What a loss,” the twins sound, sardonically. Kaoru comes in a beat late and Hikaru gives him a look. 

“So, your sole achievement here has been delivering us a net loss of customers,” Kyoya responds, sharply. “If sabotage is your new USP, you’re welcome to leave. I can personally escort you back to the middle school building.”

Kaoru feels the guilt rise sickly in his throat again. He looks towards the cupboard once more, before looking down at Hikaru’s clenched fist. This is how it’s always going to end with them, after all. They both know that. Kaoru knows he wasn’t the only one lulled into the false sense of security that having friends for once gave them, and it betrays him more to see betrayal written on his mirror image than to feel it on his own face. Hikaru’s eyes flash towards him, and the feeling is mutual. 

“Well, yeah?” Hikaru stands sharply. Kaoru joins, in belated unison. “So what? This is a bore anyway. We’ve better things to do than sit around here and be lectured. We're leaving."

“No, no, no!” Tamaki all but tumbles out of the closet, hands waving. Woodlice are displaced in a frenzy and Hani yelps, covering his plate with his hands. He points, dramatically, at the twins. Hikaru sighs and sits back down, preparing for a sermon. “I simply won’t have it! Mommy, Mommy! Are you going to let them leave??”

Kyoya looks mostly nonplussed, but visibly relents. “I was considering writing them out of the will.”

“And you!” Tamaki jabs Hikaru in the chest before then, for equality’s sake, jabbing Kaoru as well. Both frown and sit, rubbing the forming bruises. “I will not have you two walking out on this family!”

This posturing isn’t uncommon either. The first time he heard Kyoya referred to as “Mommy,” Kaoru watched his brother almost swallow his teeth. Kaoru had a similar reaction the first time Tamaki pinched his cheek and called him his “son.” He seems to be under the impression that the club is a makeshift family, like those off American sitcoms Kaoru and his brother think are inconceivable, obviously some cultural abnormality. They’d been happy just to have a few friends who were, for the most part, worthy of their time. Family hadn’t really been on their radar, and yet they appear to have got it nonetheless.

However, both he and Hikaru make the same face when Tamaki calls them his “sons,” so Kaoru knows it must be for the same reason. Whatever that is.

“No, I won’t have this! I didn’t raise you two to be such ungentlemanly devil children!”

“You didn’t raise us at all,” both retort.

Tamaki continues, unperturbed. “I’ll just have to teach you! We’ll change direction! If you can’t be nice to girls then we’ll have to make use of who you can be nice to!”

Kaoru’s brain immediately goes to the only other gender he can think of on the fly. “Hah?”

There’s a finger flying and pointing in his face. Tamaki looks gleeful, grin spreading from ear to ear. “You can be nice to each other!”

Ah, Kaoru thinks. That makes more sense. 

“Great plan. How does that help us host?” Hikaru asks sardonically. Kaoru second-guesses himself. Actually, this doesn’t make much sense either now that he thinks about it but it makes decidedly more sense to him than flirting with boys. That would make them gay, from what limited knowledge Kaoru has researched on the subject. 

“Ye of little faith,” Tamaki simpers, hand to heart. It’s comical, really. “You have so much to learn about women.” Kaoru is with him there. He’s researched girls even less. “Women like a man who’s in touch with his own emotions. Women especially like men who are in touch with each other’s emotions, if you catch my drift. And the fact that you’re identical– that just means you have an advantage over the competition!”

“The competition of other guys pretending to be gay, you mean,” Hikaru says, drolly, at the same time Kaoru says, “That’s what girls like?” because, really, you learn something new every day. 

Hikaru looks at Kaoru. Kaoru looks at Hikaru. “Hard pass,” they both say, deadpan.

Tamaki tosses his arms in the air and wails, wails, before falling to his knees. This is extra comical, and the two stare at each other, lips pursed as they try to restrain themselves from bursting out laughing. After all, this is a serious subject. It’s a serious request. One that they have no intentions of honouring.

Kyoya clicks his pen. “Tamaki forgot to mention how funny it would be.”

Tamaki stops, mid wail, and gives Kyoya a curious look. The twins stop tittering. Many unspoken words are exchanged through a series of covert glances between people for whom telepathy is genetic and between those for whom it’s contagious.

“On second thoughts,” Tamaki says, tearing his gaze away from Kyoya’s to look back at the twins. He wipes his eyes. “Maybe that’s not a good idea. After all, it would be rather mean to take such advantage of the girls like that. It just wouldn’t be honest. The worst sort of prank really.”

“Prank,” Hikaru and Kaoru repeat, cautiously. 

“Well, yes, I suppose that’s how you could describe it.” Tamaki sighs, dramatically, before shooting them the most obvious look they’ve ever seen. “It would really involve tricking these poor girls. They’re just, hm, too gullible for that. It wouldn’t be nice.”

It’s obvious. It’s painfully obvious. They both lean in further. “Okay. We’re listening.”

“No no, it just wouldn’t be right. I’ll come up with something else. Something so very boring, something that isn’t a fun game at all.” Tamaki turns away, the back of his hand resting wearily against his forehead. He cracks an eye open and looks over his shoulder, instantly giving the act away. 

“Besides,” Kyoya supplies, smiling almost menacingly, “You wouldn’t be able to do it.”

They’re being wound up. They’re being baited. It’s reverse psychology 101. They fall for it, hook, line, and sinker. “What? Yes we could!” Kaoru insists. 

“It couldn’t be that hard,” Hikaru continues.

“Bet we could do it in our sleep,” Kaoru adds. 

Tamaki barks a laugh. “I don’t think we need to hear about what you do in your sleep,” he says slyly, and Kaoru for a sinking moment thinks that he knows before coming to his senses and realising that, unlike Hikaru, Tamaki cannot read his mind and cannot know about the carriages. Which brings Kaoru up at a loss for what he could actually be referring to. 

“It’s not easy,” Hani comments, “You’ll have to keep it up for nearly four years! It’s a toughie to keep an act going that long.” He sounds like he’s talking from experience, and the twins share a look. Perhaps this whole cute shtick is just a creepy cover. Hani proceeds to shovel a forkful of cake at the toy rabbit’s mouth and they determine that no one could be that good at acting. Except maybe themselves.

“We can do it,” they say, in unison. 

“Excellent! Superb!” Tamaki cheers, twirling once before plonking down between them. They were sitting thigh to thigh, so he mostly lands on their laps and both grimace as they’re forced to scooch to make room for him. 

“Now, the first trick is to perfect the physicalities of the move. The context will change depending on the conversation, but the move– the move has to be a signature.” Tamaki snaps his fingers in Hikaru’s face and Hikaru looks like he might bite them if they were any closer. “Watch and learn, my protégé.”

He turns to Kaoru and presses his thumb to the dent of his chin. Kaoru, in turn, swallows hard and goes cross-eyed staring down at the imposing digit. “Eyes up,” Tamaki coaxes, quietly, and Kaoru obeys. “You have to be able to look at each other like there’s no one else in the room.”

Tamaki leans in and, he’s right, there’s no one else in the room. It’s just Tamaki and Kaoru. And Hikaru, of course, but always Hikaru. This close, Kaoru can count every one of his eyelashes if he had the time. They’re blonder up close, and he has three sunspots under the bottom eyelid of one eye. Tamaki’s eyes are so blue, not sea colour so he may drown in them but verging on violet so as they may prove detrimental to his overall health this close. His focus isn’t on lip reading, instead honing in on the cupid’s bow arch of his upper lip, barely moving as he speaks so softly that Kaoru can’t hear it over the blood rushing to his face.

He understands then, with complete clarity, why girls choose Tamaki and choose for him to look at them like this, even with insincerity, every day, time and time again. It’s overwhelming to feel, even momentarily, this entertaining.

The girls have better impulse control and Kaoru’s never wanted anything he couldn’t take. Before he can remember to breathe, he closes the gap between their lips and kisses Tamaki, square on the mouth. 

There’s dead silence. 

Kaoru moves back.

Tamaki looks stunned, speechless for probably the first time in his life. Over his shoulder, the telltale vein is throbbing in Hikaru’s temple and he’s fisting his hand in his uniform trousers. Kaoru doesn’t look around, doesn’t care to see what anyone else’s reaction is. There’s only two people in the room that he cares about, and the sickly, guilty feeling starts threatening to gain legs and crawl its way out of his throat, regurgitate on the floor in front of them as an apology because he’s never had to apologise for anything before in his life and doesn’t know if his mouth is physically able to form the words. 

Tamaki stutters, once. That’s all he has time for before Hikaru reaches around, grabs him by the tie, and yanks him around to kiss him on the mouth too. 

Hikaru pulls back quicker, or at least seemingly so. Kaoru felt like his lips were joined with Tamaki’s for an eternity, but watching it happen in his reflection appears less cinematic, more grade school monkey bars. Tamaki looks like he’s going to short circuit, staring at Hikaru in grey-faced, stunned silence. 

Hani giggles sharply in the background. 

Slowly, Hikaru’s face spreads into an almost menacing grin and, slower, Kaoru’s face lifts to match it. Tamaki’s gaze flits between them, index finger hovering mid-air, halfway between accusatory and revelatory. He sputters, and their faces light up in synchronised entertainment.

“They can’t do that,” Kyoya says. He hasn’t even looked up from his clipboard. “The board will complain.”

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Read in February 2024

February started rough with me in the middle of a reading slump but I managed to get through 9 books in the end ^.^ most of them were fun, easy romances but I squeezed a few horror novels in there too. looking forward to having more downtime in March to try to tackle some meatier stories though

Series read: Marry Me Juliet trilogy by Jodi McAlister

Not Here to Make Friends - 3/5 (audio)

Backlog books:

The Lucky List by Rachael Lippincott - 4/5 (audio)

The Love Song of Ivy K Harlowe by Hannah Moskowitz - 5/5

Hani & Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar - 3/5

Hani & Ishu’s Guide to Real Roadtrips by Adiba Jaigirdar - 2/5

Other reads:

All This Time by Mikki Daughtry & Rachael Lippincott - 4/5 (audio)

Such Sharp Teeth by Rachel Harrison - 5/5 (audio)

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen - 4/5 (audio)

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters - 3/5 (audio)

[ghost-type-writer]

Alphabet Writing Tag!

Ty for the tag @theeccentricraven

Rules: give a sentence for each letter of the alphabet! (Can compose or get from your WIP)

Most of these are from my wip Mage of Hearts, and two other projects I haven't named yet.

A - A girl looked down on the lands of Awen through a curtain of frozen breath.

B - "Because you lied to me." she spat through grit teeth. "That place ate my sister and you told me she ran away."

C - Candle light was the sole comfort in the stone room, it's faint warmth her only distraction as the vines sucked her life away.

D - *Did it know where they were?* Eran held his breath as the sound of footsteps on the roof stopped above them.

E - "Encore!" screamed the shrimp as the crabs clapped their claws. It was quite the queer sight, a crustacean's applause.

F - "Forget your fears my dear." the old woman said pushing forward a cup full of purple smoke. "And you never have to fave them."

G - "Grasp tight all the threads that make you, you." he said leaning in as if to share a secret. "You wouldn't want to get unraveled in a place like this."

H - "Hani, I've known you my entire life. I'm not going to fall for one of the lines you feed to merchant's daughters."

I - "I don't mind. It's rare I get a chance to speak with someone my own age." replied the prince.

J - "Just now I was enjoying the view." she candidly replied.

K - "Kill the kid. We don't have anymore time to waste."

L - Like her aunt all those years ago Kenzie squeezed through a crack in the world and fell into a great shifting void.

M - Maybe it was the blood loss, but all he could think about was the way her lips had felt.

N - Now had passed, and now was never. Yet another door closed forever.

O - "Outsiders are beings comprised of pure mana. Your assignment this evening is to list the names of the inner and outer elemental variants."

P - Potatoes stand at the top of the vegetable kingdom.

Q - Quarrel not with quails, a Brachan saying which reminds one not to worry about small problems.

R - Ronald McDonald, beloved fast food mascot, has just been arrested in relation to a series of violent home invasions carried out over the past few weeks. More at 9.

S - "So what all are we cooking for this prince? asked Hani.

T - The tall man laughed. "And who's gonna make us leave, some runty tavern wench?"

U - Using the man's forward momentum Hani twisted and threw him over her shoulder onto the hard tavern floor.

V - Vengeance is a hollow prize.

W - "Was he handsome?" Wendy shamelessly asked.

X - "Xibalba is lovely this time of year. You simply must visit." said the bat.

Y - "You can take your man here and leave, or I can teach that same lesson to whoever's next."

Z "Zahir has always had the heart of a wanderer." Sari said with a fond smile.

Tagging: Noone. I'm new here :p

[morvydyvrom]

Just some Hani x Arlong smut 😏

Arlong threw Hani against the wall and slammed the door shut behind them. As soon as Hani’s back hit the wall, Arlong was back on her. He gripped her waist roughly and lifted her up so they were face to face and attacked her neck. He grazed her neck with his rostrum first before quickly sinking his teeth deep into her shoulder and neck.

Hani moaned loudly at each aggressive touch and whimpered as the pain sent shivers through her. The feeling of Arlong’s teeth penetrating her flesh made the space between her thighs slick with want.

“A-Arlong…!” she whined into his ear.

“What is it, doll?” He says in his seductively gruff voice, so deep and low she could feel it vibrate in her chest.

“…please…” Hani whispered back, her voice sweet and needy.

Arlong merely bore a wide sharp-tooth grin before aggressively dragging Hani by her hair to the bed. He threw her on her stomach and gripped her thighs hard, digging his nails into her fat ass. Hani moaned loudly at Arlong’s grip which caused him to chuckle.

“You really this desperate for me, huh? My proud little human, Hani,” Arlong mocked in her ear.

Hani pushed her ass into Arlong and whined in response.

“Dammit, girl. I’m not supposed to want this.” Arlong gritted his teeth and pulled Hani’s hair back to make her look at him. Hani looked into his eyes pleadingly, but didn’t say a word. Arlong released her hair and moved back from her a little bit and Hani looked back at him confused. Arlong gently flipped Hani onto her back and leaned over her, looking her in her eyes.

“I’m not supposed to want this…” Arlong said again, more gentle this time. He almost sounded sad.

Hani didn’t speak. Instead, she brought her hands up to his face and gently traced his chin and jaw. She slowly moved to his lips, gently running the pads of her thumbs along his sharp features. Carefully, Arlong leaned down over Hani, their faces gradually growing closer. They could each feel the other’s breath on their faces and they both found their eyes fluttering shut. It felt like days had passed in what was just seconds before their lips finally touched.

Arlong immediately deepened the kiss, tangling his hand in Hani’s hair and gripping tight. Hani moaned into the kiss and similarly clung onto Arlong, pulling him in with her hands on his cheeks. Arlong didn’t waste any time moving back to her shoulder, licking her earlier wounds. Hani writhed under his touch as he made his way down her torso. He licked and sucked on her nipples, lightly grazing the sensitive flesh around her nipples with his teeth. As he made his way down to her hips, Hani instinctively tried to close her legs, but Arlong separated her knees roughly. He lowered his face down to her panties and glanced up to look at her. As Arlong met her gaze, he was greeted with an expression of pure lust, encouraging him further.

Arlong tore through Hani’s panties with his teeth and immediately dove into her dripping pussy. In his haste, Arlong left a decent gash in Hani’s thigh that only added to the pleasure. Arlong licked up her slit, slowly taking in her taste and moaning at her pleasant sweetness. Arlong dove his tongue deep into her cunt, causing them both to moan out. The vibration of Arlong moaning into her pussy made Hani buck her hips slightly. The sudden movement left another accidental cut, this time on her stomach.

The scent of blood was triggering something primal in Arlong. He knew that was the only reason he was being driven so far. There’s no way he could actually find a human attractive. He kept telling himself this wasn’t anything more than a fling, nothing more than lust; but, deep down Arlong could feel there was something more than that. All these nagging thoughts raced through his head as he devoured Hani’s virgin cunt.

“Ah! Arlong!!” Hani moaned, dragging him out of his spiraling thoughts, “mmmm ‘m gonna!”

Immediately, Arlong pulled back from her pussy, not ready for this to end, and he climbed over top of Hani so he could look her in the eyes.

“What’re ya doin’ to me, doll,” he said as he inched his face closer to hers.

“Only what you want me to, love,” Hani whispered playfully just before his lips met hers once again.

Hani snaked her arms around Arlong’s neck, pulling him closer to herself as they explored each other’s mouths. She could feel Arlong’s shoulders relax under her touch, and he noticed it, too.

Arlong couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand how he found himself in this position with a human, a beautiful… passionate… smart, even… human. But the longer he found himself with her—like this—the less that last word bothered him.

[astarab1aze]

❝ i love being inside you. ❞ any of our shiplings u feel like guttering this fine morning :>

"Well, duh, Hani - 'course ya do! I'm tiiight and inexperienced, perfectly moldable into your shape!" Oh so matter-of-fact, blunt and straightforward, a talon or two waving about in the air between them. Asuka was never one to mince words, not even for Hanma, but the fingertips hovering over their ass told them he didn't much care. Probably preferred them this way, squawking without a care in the middle of a crowd about, really, their belonging to the serpent. Fitting together like pieces from different puzzles, wholly compatible even if the design didn't quite match. "Besiiiides, I love it when you're inside me."

Being subtle was quite for other people.

Still, they slowed their overeager pace, gaze flitting between storefronts and the paper lanters hanging overhead, witchlights and conjurations sparkling in the twilight. They gave their hips a small shake as talons scraped into blackstone cobbling, tail feathers rustling with every step; All they could think about, now, was the next time they might give it up to Hanma, let him swoop them off their feet and leave little hickies all along their throat. How nice it would be to lose themselves in him, once they'd gone home after an afternoon on the town. And, hopefully, neither their mother nor Geralt would have anything to say about it.

"Don't worry, we'll have our chance later, Hani," they chirped, at once taking hold of Hanma's hand and guiding it around their waist, their own curling around his. On the other hand, they'd have just about pulled him aside and had their with him - if only the risk of getting caught wasn't bordering on one-hundred-percent. Not by sorciers, not by hunters, but by the two most frighteningly effective people they'd ever encountered, and they couldn't have that. Alas, they had to wait till they were in the privacy of their flat before pushing Hanma into a nest of pillows and climbing on top of him-- They'd have blushed if they'd felt any shame. "The wait'll be worth it. 'm sooo gonna sit on your face later, but for nooow - let's get somethin' to eat. 'm thinkin' sushi, or pizza. One o' those two."

No, they were thinking about making a mess out of Hanma, however possible or impossible that might've been. So much so they'd caught themselves looking up at him and imagining his face darkly flushed, teeth marks on his jaw, hickies, evidence of their entangling. Pizza and sushi? Yeah, whatever, who cares? Who the hell cared about that when Hanma was literally right there? A very tall glass of water on a hot summer day, begging to be drunk--

They leaned into him as they walked along, humming softly, contentedly to themselves. All their rattier thoughts aside, Asuka loved Hanma, and they wondered if he was aware of just how much; the only person they wanted to spend their time with, sleep next to, the only voice they wanted to hear, the only hands they wanted to tug on their feathers and dig into their skin- His. Just, his. Him. That had to count for something, amid all the mess, right?

[leefelex]

[awrkive]

Congrats on hitting 1K soon :)

I have a request for a very very fluffly drabble for bts jimin with his little daughter and yn feeling all fuzzy seeing them together ☺️

pairing: husband!jimin x (fem)divorce lawyer!reader

word count: 1.2k (this is more than 1k ik i cannot shut up forgive me i will be sticking to my word in the next requests bless🙏🏼)

It was a hard day at work.

Mrs. Yang called you very early in the morning – 8:20 am, to be exact – when you were just waking up, sounding so angry about how his asshole of a husband still wouldn't sign the divorce papers she filed a month ago. When you came to your office at 9, she was there thirty minutes later, going off about how exhausted she had been, asking you exasperatedly about what she ought to do. You talked to her about it, strategized, and when you mentioned if she wanted to take the matter to court, she broke down.

It was arranged, she said. Then they had a baby together five months in their marriage. The life with the new family formed was blissful in the earlier parts, but it became sour eventually. Her husband started disguising his absence as business trips, not until she finally found out he had a mistress. It was the reason why she had filed for the divorce in the first place, but her husband wouldn't budge. Because of their kid that he admittedly loved a lot. It was what Mrs. Yang had been torn over about. It was why she came to you only asking for legal advices for the week she'd hired you now – because she still wasn't sure if she wanted to fight him legally. She hated her husband, but he loved their kid, and the kid was grown enough to have formed a strong bond with his father and she didn't want to jeopardize that. So it was hard to go to a legal dispute when their child would be caught in the middle.

You were used to the ugly parts of your job as a divorce lawyer. You were used to fucked up marriage stories. You were used to fucked up couples. You were used to asshole husbands and asshole wives, you were used to sad stories. You were used to the broken ones.

But it didn't make it less draining when your day ended and you knew you had to go look over their paperworks again so you could help those people. You were so very, sadly, used to it. But it didn't make it less sad to think about how not every couple was successful. It didn't make it less upsetting that people didn't take marriage seriously.

[8:15pm] jimin💗: got off work early. made the little princess her favorite carrot puree. also cooked u alfredo pasta, u don't want it to get cold so come home quickly

[8:15pm] jimin💗: I missed you

[8:20pm] jimin💗: drive safely love. i love you

[8:23pm] jimin💗: the little duckling is now screaming

He sent you a video of your baby girl, Hani, with carrot puree all over her mouth, in her walker, little fists flailing around and shrieks and her adorable, occasional "Maaaa"s filling the speakers of your phone. In the background, you can also hear your husband laughing, cooing at your daughter.

You got the messages after you just pulled over to your garage. They made you smile, your deflated mood from earlier slowly picking up.

Going home was always the best part of your day.

It almost felt cathartic entering your front door, and you almost did fall to your knees at the faint sound of your daughter's babbles and Jimin's laughter.

"I'm home!" You said a little loud. Just like you always did. It was kind of like a routine. Something that you said reflexively as you return home, as if it was just nature.

And your heart felt strong waves of emotions when your daughter's excited screech welcomed you, with Jimin carrying her to his hip, huge grin plastered all over his face as he saw the sight of you after such a long day.

"Hello, baby," you cooed when you neared her. She mirrored the gleeful expression of his father, cute teeth and gums showing.

"Maaaaa!" You giggled, wanting to just squeeze her in your arms and squish her cheeks. But you resisted the urge to do so, not having cleaned yourself yet and sanitized your hands.

"Hi, gorgeous." Jimin greeted, holding your daughter in one arm so he could wrap the other around your waist and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

"Ditto, handsome." You were just about to kiss him on the lips when you felt slobbery, smooth skin on your other cheek.

And it was none other but your daughter. She leaned back and giggled in her hand, quite mischievously, like she got away with something.

"Oh my, you got a little kiss for mommy?" you exclaimed animatedly, widening your eyes. Hani giggled and then turned herself to hide in her father's neck, who only laughed at your daughter's antics.

"Daaaaa," she said, earning a laugh from both Jimin and you.

"She's been so excited to see you," Jimin informed you, pressing a soft kiss on the top of Hani's head and removing his arm off of you to keep it on your baby's back. You melt a little at the sight.

"I know, I saw the video," you laughed, remembering her cute tantrum.

"She's adorable. Hey, I just heated the pasta. Get yourself out of your work clothes first. I'll get this duckling to sleep." Jimin said.

"Buuuuu," Hani babbled.

That got you laughing again.

"She doesn't like it when you call her duckling." You told Jimin. But he just shook his head.

"Nah, it's her favorite nickname. Right, duckling?" Hani lifted her chubby arm to her father's face and pulled on his cheek. Jimin laughed and took her little fist, giggling because he knew your baby didn't like that but it sounded adorable and he said it was a perfect nickname for your daughter.

You shook your head again, watching them. But you had on a fond smile on your face.

"I'll just shower and then I'll eat and help you with getting her to bed," You dropped your mouth on Hani's temple and she let out an adorable sound again. It made you smile harder. "I love you, baby girl. And you too," you looked at Jimin who was already leaning down for a kiss again. You gave it to him in an instant.

As you walked towards your room, you couldn't help but turn to your husband and daughter again, watching them for a little while while they had their backs on you and Jimin was singing a new nursery song they were learning together and Hani trying to imitate the sounds coming out of her father's mouth. Jimin laughed and then told her she was the best singer he'd ever heard, and as if she knew what he meant, she let out a happy shriek in response.

You could've burst in happy tears right at that moment.

In your career where you were used to broken relationships, you were glad you could go to a home that was not only a four-corner space that you happened to reside in, but a place where your heart truly is. A place where you had a husband who was caring and loving, good at communicating, the best partner you could ever ask for, someone who took your marriage seriously. Someone who loved you so much and put such big importance on your little family.

You were so relieved to have a shrieking Hani to welcome you home. A husband who kissed you home. A place surrounded by love and healthy relationships.

It was a hard day at work. But you were glad to come home at the end of your evey day.

[hotwings0203]

PART THREE LES GOOOOO

once again, all of these are headcannons, nothing more. And so without further ado, I present you to: Muslim Hawks

Aka Hani, aka Hamza, aka Haider, aka Kashif,(for keigo) Aka Kamran

This man is nothing if not a smooth talker

Knows absolutely when to give chai to uncles and have a chat about politics and religion with them, and when to shut it off to complement blushing aunties on their lenghas

Absolute sucker for any chicken dish. I’m talking korma, karhai, butter chicken, chicken tikka, the likes and all.

Definitely can cook from all the food he inhales, but you’d have to coax him into cooking for you. Instead of Dabi’s way of refusing to cook, which is usually “that’s a women’s job”, he uses his smooth words to tell you to “show me how to do it, I doubt i could make it as good as you”

Puts the gaslight in girlboss.

Even kids love him. When he’s at a dawat or an iftaar, children are swarming him and begging to be picked up. He surprisingly likes the sound of their squeals of joy as he spins them around, and it doesn’t hurt that cute girls clad in dupattas are witnessing how good he is with kids-they never leave his presence without giggling from his notorious winks

Loves wearing subtle gold in his clothes and earrings, which gets him in trouble occasionally

He’s known for wearing some of the drippiest clothes on eid and chaand raat, or on any dinner parties. People almost eagerly look for Dabi and his counterpart to see how they’re matching this time around-Hawks with his white and gold kurta and Dabi with his black and blue kameez

Somehow weasles his way out of every chore instructed at him, whether it’s helping in cleaning up an after-party, or shoveling food into little containers for the guests take home, or if it’s helping the masjid members carry chairs away. He’s using his silver tongue to distract his friends and act like he’s helping them, but in reality he’s got a toothpick between his pearly whites and an arm lazily draped over the poor schmuck’s shoulders.

He’s that one desi dude who can actually talk to girls and not make them uncomfortable. Sure, he might fluster a few of them (as he should, in his opinion), but he ultimately actually likes having good conversation with them and discussing modern day life without it being this whole weird thing…at least in front of them, that is. No one said he wasn’t going to go back and rate them all in front of Tomura and Dabi. But he truly enjoys talking to them otherwise!!😀

Drinks chai, non fucking stop. Or tea, like the Turkish kind. His teeth somehow manage to stay white through his addiction, the lucky bastard

Definitely a lightskin kind of brown dude. He’s got thousands of followers, looks like a model, has models following him…but he’s kind of like a Muslim influencer.

100% has done photoshoots endorsing Muslim brands, like shirts (or his favorite, jewelry)

Is known to go to those big galas that host different Muslim charities. Somehow donated a couple K each time he goes

His family (or just him) hosts some of the best kind of dinner parties. This boy is loaded, the doctor kind of rich, so his mansion is always brimming with guests and food

Has rumors that he’s not a virgin, but people like him too much to actually slander his name(except maybe the guys who are jealous of him)

Is the type of annoying fucker who will not.shut.up.about those videos on tiktok with people saying “can’t wait to have this one day🥺” and it’s a video of a Muslim couple waking each other up for fajr. He likes to talk a lot, but at the end of the day he’s still following half naked models

Does not ask your baba for his number. Your baba asks HIM for his number

He’s also known for being a great Sunday School teacher, or volunteer. He always has little candies to pass out for kids who get the answers right, and he’s super patient and gentle with kids who struggle with fiqh or recitation of the Quran

^^^this doesn’t mean he doesn’t go to his boys afterwards and groans about how stupid kids are. Remember, the ladies are watching him!!

Always smells nice, like sandalwood and cinnamon. Maybe old spice too

As one anon stated, he’s also been caught at shisha lounges and playing pool with with guys

When we he leads jummah, you can hear a pin drop silence because his qirat is so beautiful. Like he deadass has the voice of an angel

[hotdogct]

as dreamers do ||| n.jm

pairing: na jaemin x reader genre: fluff words: 2.2k a/n: hello!!! this is my first piece of writing in a very long time, so apologies if its all over the place/makes no sense!!! obviously this is all a work of fiction, disclaimer, blablabla, idk what i’m doing i just wanted to write drabbles about nct lmao, so with that being said!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do you trust me?”

You roll your eyes in the direction of your coworker, Jaemin, who was sitting across from you in the fluorescent lit break room located just behind Splash Mountain’s gift shop and exit. The two of you were part of the massive workforce of college aged youth that Disney recruited every year to staff their theme parks and resorts. While you weren’t initially thrilled with your role as a custodian, you learned to appreciate its quirks - and that included the unique cast of characters otherwise known as your coworkers. From the full-timers that did their best to ignore your presence, knowing another semester would just bring a fresh wave of new faces, to your fellow program cohorts - Jaemin being one of them.

Assuming he was just quoting Aladdin at you, you offer no response to Jaemin’s initial query and continue scrolling through your phone, shoveling the few remaining cheese crackers from the nearby vending machine down your throat, intending on savoring the remaining minutes of your last break for the evening.

Your thoughts wandered back to your fellow cast members. There was Daehwi, sheltered and away from home for the first time, affectionately nicknamed ‘baby’ by everyone he befriended. Wendy, with her melodic voice and cheerful disposition, eager to break into song at a moments notice. Lucas, who might’ve come to Florida to party first, but worked equally hard. Hani, who arrived a few weeks after you, always the first to come help when you radio that your restroom has overflowed, again. Even Jinho, who had initially fooled you with his youthful looks before revealing this was his third time through the program, had somehow wormed his way into your heart. But nobody had been as captivating as Jaemin. When you first met him in passing in the cramped break room, you were convinced casting had made a mistake, that he was lost on his way to costuming for entertainment. He certainly looked like a prince - perfectly straight teeth, boyishly handsome good looks. A few days later he was assigned to clean the same bathrooms as you - “bathroom buddies” as everyone affectionately would call the practice. There, in the shared stockrooms, you learned who Jaemin was beyond his beautiful face - how his friends back home called him Nana, that he was studying photography in college, that he was an only child, a helluva flirt. Even your music tastes were similar, a fact you discovered on one of the many cramped, late night bus rides back to program housing where the two of you stood packed shoulder to shoulder, like sardines in a can. Jaemin interacted with guests both young and young at heart with an effortless charm and grace. Your managers loved him immediately, and before you knew it, you found yourself incredibly enamored with him too.

It wasn’t until his hand suddenly broke through your field of vision, blocking sight of your phone, that you realized Jaemin had stood up and was now standing directly in front of you. His head covered the harshest of the overhead lights, casting a soft halo glow around his black, messy hair and broad shoulders. He smiles down at you, innocently, and you feel your heartbeat accelerate when your eyes meet his own.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, again. This time, without thought, you place your hand firmly in his.

******

Jaemin leads you out of the blinding light of the break room silently, into the dark of the early winter evening. Eyes still adjusting, you follow behind him, thankful that your corner of the park was mostly deserted - Splash Mountain still closed for the season, only a few stragglers were coming and going to use the restroom in the area. You vaguely remember that Jaemin had been assigned a nearby zone to clean that evening - which was it again…?

He leads you up a flight up stairs, then, and that’s when it hits you. Train Zone. The Frontierland Railroad Station. It was an easy zone to clean, as the railroad shut down early each night before the fireworks display. Gathering the trash in an empty zone like this was a godsend, especially when compared to the other ride queues you had to clean, oftentimes fighting constant guest traffic like a fish swimming upstream.

Lost in your thoughts, you follow behind Jaemin as he completes his task diligently, making sure each trash can within the train station is empty and re-bagged for the next morning. It had been a few days since the two of you had worked in neighboring areas, and you often found yourself tongue tied when around him. The background music loop of Frontierland was noticeably absent, the speakers within the station shut off for the night. This led to Jaemin singing nonsense songs while tying up trash bags and wiping down surfaces, dancing lightly on his feet.

Turkey leg-g-g

At the train

D-d-d-driving me insane~

All you could do was laugh at his antics, and before you knew it, the nearby banana boat parked at the exit ramp was full of trash bags. Satisfied with the results of your hard work, you were about to begin the walk to backstage, where the dumpsters were located, when Jaemin turned about face, walking instead towards the train station.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, not wanting to shout but needing to stress your confusion at his actions. Jaemin stops at the gate, unlatches it, before turning around, beckoning you over with a smile.

“I asked you if you trusted me, didn’t I?” his voice low in your ear upon your arrival at his side, banana boat now parked safely out of any guest traffic. Jaemin unlocks the gate for you, both of you falling silent on your walk back up into the depths of the train station - no more cute, silly songs spilling from his lips.

“Are you sure we aren’t going to get caught?” your voice carries louder than intended across the empty room as you go through the turnstile, and you wince.

Jaemin’s boisterous laugh took you by surprise, followed a moment later by his hand ruffling the top of your head, messing up your hair. As if to say, foolish.

“Getting the trash from up here is technically our responsibility. So what if it took us a little long?”

He was right - the best part of your job was the agency it provided. Sure, you were cleaning up garbage and bathrooms and vomit, but you could walk around freely. Explore hidden corners and crevices of the park. You knew all too well the allures of the shared hallway between the Frontierland restrooms, the stock closet next to the Veranda breezeway, the dumpster behind the Haunted Mansion - places the rest of your desperately horny coworkers had used to hook up in weeks prior. As you follow Jaemin around a corner towards the front of the station, through an open passageway, you wonder if that’s what he has in mind. That is, until you see the view in front of you.

Jaemin had led you to a small balcony that overlooked the whole expanse of Frontierland. From above you could spot guests walking about the park to and fro, the Rivers of America flowing gently behind them in the distance. Bits and pieces of Cinderella’s Castle were visible through the tree line, shining bright in multicolor as the nightly projection show proceeded to play.

“Jaem, it’s….”

“Nice, isn’t it?” He finishes your thought for you, his hand brushing over the staged decorations of fake barrels and crates against the wall of the balcony that seemed perfect to sit upon. Moments later, Jaemin plops down with a satisfied smile on his face and pats the space beside him, silently asking you to join him.

“Nice is an understatement” you offer in reply. A small laugh leaves his lips, a breeze rolls through. For just a moment, it is quiet and still.

“I’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while, but the stars just never aligned right until tonight.”

“You mean, the computer system that automates scheduling and staffing didn’t randomly place us in neighboring areas of the park until to-” Jaemin’s stiff elbow into your side lets you know to drop the wit. That you could do, but a question lingered in your mind, still, and you did have to voice your sole concern.

“How do you not get caught up here?”

Jaemin turns around, points to the solitary light on the balcony, and it’s then that you notice the bulb is off. You might feel exposed looking down upon everyone, but quickly realize that nobody is looking up at the closed train station - let alone looking for two cast members in white uniforms in the dark, goofing off on a weeknight.

Fooling around…

You were thankful for the cover of darkness in that moment, as you felt your cheeks turn crimson at the thought. Being alone, with Jaemin, this close, in the dark...This all seemed very sudden, despite everyone knowing about your big crush on Nana - he had to know too?

“So,” Jaemin’s voice cuts through your ever-racing thoughts, and your chest goes cold. “A little birdie told me there’s something you really, really like…”

If jumping off the balcony was a safe option, in that moment, you would’ve taken it. A confirmation of your worst fears - that Jaemin was aware of your ridiculous, schoolgirl like crush on him. You are speechless, sunken, pulse racing, and terrified.

Without the usual cue of area music, caught up in the last hour, you had missed your usual clues. A loud boom caused you to jump in your seat, out of your brain, head immediately turning towards Jaemin - only to make eye contact with him, bright lights reflecting off the surface, who smiles and motions for you to turn around. Of course.

If you were known for one thing amongst your cohorts, it was that you loved fireworks. Even on the most hectic of nights you found a way to make sure you were outside during the nightly display, never taking for granted that you were being paid to watch the sky light up in time to music. You had your favorite spots to watch from, but had never once considered the train station. From the corner of Frontierland, it felt like the fireworks were almost on top of you - cascading down upon Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, the expanse of empty night sky providing the perfect canvas. As the speakers above you were silent, there was no accompanying soundtrack, but it didn’t matter - you knew the whole show by heart. You were unaware of how long your mouth had been hanging open in blissful, childlike wonder, only noticing when Jaemin gently pressed his finger up against your chin, closing the space between your upper and lower lip through simple momentum. Moments later, his hand brushed over yours, testing the waters, and finding no complaint, interlocked his fingers with yours, and gravity pulls your head to his shoulder. A soft, steady hum leaves his lips, as you settle into this newfound bliss.

The rest of the fireworks show plays out in front of the two of you - two white ghosts in a dark shadow, illuminated by glowing streaks and bursts of color from the night sky. You’re working at the most magical place on earth, sure, but this felt like the most magical moment of your life.

Before you know it, the sky calms again, signaling the end of the show. You remain frozen for a moment, not wanting to leave. When you finally stand back up, awkwardly untangling yourself from Jaemin’s frame in a rushed manner, you can almost feel yourself floating back down to the ground, back to reality. Jaemin, your co-worker, Jaemin the flirt. He brought you up here just to watch the fireworks after all. Had you been a bit more outgoing, a bit less awkward, maybe...

Taking a few steps towards the entryway, a sudden hand on your wrist pulls you against the wall - thankfully, out of sight of any guests, but now engulfing your entire body in shadow. And it’s here in the darkness that Jaemin’s hand releases itself from your wrist, finds its way up to your cheek. Here, he leans in and kisses you - pressing his chapped lips against yours gently, but with enough intent and purpose that you swear you were seeing stars after a few moments. It doesn’t last long, as all fairytales would tell you. When you part, Jaemin rests his forehead against yours, both slightly damp from the Florida humidity, and you can feel him smile against you, somehow breathless, letting out a low chuckle, before asking,

“Did you think I was talking about the fireworks?”

[falsegoodnight]

this is part two of my december fic rec! this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 18th to the 28th!! it’s also my birthday today which makes it even more special! i can think of no better way to spend today than spreading positivity! :)

you can find part one of this month here

✰ there’s happiness because of you by @hadestyles | NR | 1k - (so soft, tender, and beautiful!! rori’s writing amazes me always! and this was written for my birthday because they’re an angel <3)

Thursday mornings have always been their favourite.

✰ and it gets colder and colder by @hadestyles | E | 2K - (another rori fic!! once again, beautiful prose! made me feel emotional!)

Harry wants to take care of Louis. Things take a turn.

✰ make my wish come true by @soldouthaz | M | 3k - (drabble from this series) (so cute, lovely, soft, amazing!!! made my heart so happy! this is also dedicated to me which :’) sarah angel chant)

The taste of Christmas cookies fresh out of the oven and peppermint hot chocolate is still heavy on his tongue. Harry’s sweater provides some warmth and it still smells of him from before he left for his internship two weeks ago, but it’s nowhere near the feeling of his arms wrapped around him. Louis shivers despite the blankets.

✰ spirit meets the bones by @hadestyles​ | E | 3k - (i had to edit to add this because rori wrote another beautiful little fic for me :’) beautiful prose, beautiful emotions, so so so beautiful, gosh. pure poetry!)

The action shouldn’t fill his eyes with tears but it does. These small gestures mean the world to him. A steady reminder that Harry does notice all the tiny, seemingly insignificant details that make Louis him.

✰ 29 Blows by @quelquesetoiles | E | 4k - (super hot but also so cute!! love the concept of the birthday tradition in this one!!!)

For over a decade now, Harry has had his little tradition. It wouldn't be a Louis Tomlinson birthday without his best friend finding new, ingenious ways to make his life more difficult.

It's cute, it's funny, it's theirs, until Harry takes it a step too far on Louis' 29th birthday.

✰ calm me down (before i sleep) by @erodiansunflower | E | 7k - (a pwp and super hot, but also super cute??)

Prompt 24: Harry is a sex shop owner that has a crush on Louis, the shy customer who flirts with him while buying cute buttplugs, lace panties, and collars. One day, Louis asked Harry to help him put on a corset (they end up fucking in the dressing room). Things escalate quickly from there, so they start seeing each other seriously while trying other sex stuff.

✰ You’re Never Alone With a Moon This Bright by @helloamhere | T | 8k - (part one of this series) (WOW this was incredible and i am ENTRANCED! this author is an all-time favorite and idk why it took me so long to get to this series but i’m here now!! and loving it!!)

Louis was a monster. But sometimes, even monsters get a Christmas.

✰ Be a Good Girl For Me by @sincetheywere16and18 | E | 9k - (really hot and cute!!!)

Based on this prompt: “AU where Harry is Louis’ older brother’s best friend. He catches Louis dancing around his room in panties and blackmails him, saying that louis has to do anything he says or else he’ll tell Louis’ family that he wears girly underwear. Secretly soft for him, Harry gives him easy tasks and uses the whole thing to spend more time with Louis. Eventually, the orders begin to escalate and Harry teases Lou about his secret, making Louis shy and embarrassed. Louis loves the attention though, and forms a crush on his brother’s best friend. Lots of feminization, secret relationship, and enemies to lovers. Thank you!”

✰ it’s hard to fight naked by @loustarlight | E | 11k - (LOVED this so much!!! a big fan of enemies/flatmates to lovers especially when there’s a walk-in involved!!)

Louis leaves dirty socks on the couch, Zayn does assignments while he's high, and Harry is hopelessly crushing on his roommate.

✰ Sweet Scary Creatures by @specklelouis | M | 13k - (jurassic park au!! so cute and fun!!! loved louis’ character growth in this in particular!)

They stare into each other's eyes for a while until Louis remembers this is too intimate and looks at Harry’s hands on his thigh. It spans a big portion of his thigh and Louis has always been insecure about how thick he is, so he loves that Harry has huge, dustbin hands that hold him and makes him feel smaller, safer.

✰ hereafter (ad infinitum) by @larryent | M | 13k - (this was absolutely beautiful!! the writing was incredible, the contrast between the old timeline and new one impeccable, and the letters!!! love them!! and vampire harry is always a win!)

"A legacy is every life you’ve touched. And you’ve touched mine twice."

On the coast of San Francisco in 2024 is when Harry falls in love all over again.

✰ Believe Me When I Say You Have It All by @helloamhere | T | 20k - (part two of this series) (loved this even more than it’s predecessor. not to be dramatic, but i’d die for the louis and harry in this series. this whole world has my heart)

Harry had never faced anything in this forest that had actually succeeded in scaring him. Louis was no exception.

✰ Yours to Lose by @loulicate-recs | M | 26k - (so cute and soft and sweet!!! louis and harry were both angels and IAN <3 little cutie!!! so proud of you hanis!)

Louis always gets distracted with his mummy duty and he eventually catches Harry's attention.

✰ But It’s Useless by @thinlinez | E | 26k - (this put such a big smile on my face!! so cute and lovely!! louis was a relatable and adorable menace and harry was a smitten idiot but they both got there in the end!!)

Omega Louis would never guess that he would be trying to hack into Alpha Harry's Wifi. That is until everything changes when he tries to get to know his enemy.

✰ Stuck On You by Writewhatiwant | E | 34k - (so so sweet! loved the aspect of stickers in this fic and how louis found joy in them!! really loved how both louis and harry (especially harry) grew throughout this story and how they found peace at the end!)

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

✰ smoke between your teeth by @soldouthaz | E | 37k - (i think everyone knows how much i adore sarah and her fics but this one just might be a new favorite! loved all the psych stuff, the pining, the rom-com worthy confession <3 brilliant!)

Louis tries to stop his addiction to cigarettes and discovers he's been addicted to Harry for much, much longer.

✰ Your Life Worth Walking on a Bright Morning by @helloamhere | T | 38k - (part three of this series) (it just keeps getting better and better <3 so comforting and consistent and beautiful!)

For all its complexity, Louis sometimes reminded himself, life could always be simplified into a series of forks in the road. Even overwhelmingly big things were survivable when you broke them down to their choice. One path or the other, left or right.

✰ On The Edge by @zanniscaramouche | E | 47k - (so crazy good!! zanni is always amazing me!! loved the ice skating, the hockey, the misunderstandings, the multi-faced and beautiful characters and relationships - all so perfect!)

Figure skating is as vital to Louis’ identity as his DNA, so when his skates go missing right before the last Olympics of his career there may be a meltdown only vanilla bath salts can fix. Well, that and the stupidly charming hockey player he met on the plane.

Harry’s too old to be the wonder kid and too young to be taken seriously in the NHL. As an alternate thrown in at the last second, he fights to prove himself on the national team at the largest sporting event known to man. Or he will, once he gets off this flight and can focus on something other than the fussy figure skater and his stunningly blue eyes.

A baggage mix-up skews both of their perfectly laid plans for gold, forcing the two to work together as the clock clicks towards the minute they’re expected to shine on centre ice.

✰ made for lovin’ you by @cuddlerlouis | E | 53k - (loved this so much!! touch depri/accidental bonds are my favorite and this was no exception!!! the characterizations, the tension, the misunderstandings, the tenderness, the fluff!!! so good!)

A quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

✰ social cues by @outropeace | E | 56k - (so fucking good!! the slow burn in this was impeccable!!! pair it with friends with benefits, mutual pining, angst, misunderstandings... amazing <3)

To Harry, Louis was becoming as tangible and essential as music in his life. He still was a mystery but at the same time, he was one of the most real things Harry had. He just hoped he could live up to the image Louis probably had in his mind of him.

He could play the part, after all, what was published of him wasn’t as detached from reality. He didn’t think of himself as a rockstar cliche, although he couldn't deny he did sleep around, partied a lot, and did some drugs. But then again, wasn’t that what the majority of his friends back in his hometown were doing at college?

Harry wanted to impress Louis, he didn’t want to disappoint or leave his expectations unfulfilled, so he’d give him the full rockstar experience.

It was a very simple plan, what could possibly go wrong?

✰ dripping like spider milk by @raspberryoatss | E | 64k - (pip amazing me with her talent? a common occurrence. this was so wonderfully written and so well done!! loved the characterizations, the dynamic, the angst, the miscommunication, the pining, the HUMOR!!! it was all so amazing!!)

When he sees the alpha, his brown hair curling around the top of his neck and his broad back that’s filled out over the past couple of years, Louis freezes for a moment. The alpha turns around, Louis’ surprised expression mirrored on his own for a fraction of a second before he schools it into a big, yet shy grin and a wave of his huge hand. With his nostrils flared, Louis knows that he can smell him, too.

They never hired alphas, except for—

“Harry.”

✰ a taste of freedom and sweetened passion by @tomlinvelvetfics | M | 74k - (okay technically haven’t finished reading this one yet but i want to get this up early and i already know this is amazing because it’s LATE and she’s incredible!!! and, i mean, anne of green gables?? abo?? best birthday gift ever!! will be spending the day reading this in bliss <3)

“Are you mad?” he explodes, throwing his hands up, groaning. “I was so, so close to reaching my goal, and your stupid, stalking ass had to creep up on me, hm?”

Harry is trying to keep his laughter in, walking closer to him, eyes soft. He doesn’t like the way those eyes make him feel, an odd, dangerous mix of nervous and flustered, so he bends down to pick up the books, raising an eyebrow when Harry growls in protest.

“I wanted to pick them up for you,” the alpha pouts, and Louis glares at him, getting into position and lowering the pile of yellowed pages over the top of his head.

“I’m a functional human being, thank you very much,” he grits out as he begins to walk and mentally count the amount of steps he takes. One, two, three, for heaven’s sake Harry fuck off!, four, five. He doesn’t let himself be distracted as the alpha walks along with him despite the slow pace, green eyes focused on him in a way that would, in any other cases, compelled him to throw a book in the alpha’s face.

He doesn’t know why he doesn’t do it and certainly doesn’t want to think about the reason, whatever it might be.

If you read any of these lovely fics, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

[avomorg]

! TW: character suicide, trauma, rudeness, generally gloomy

Now I think about the future. Wu-Cru could not leave in peace. They are involved for life in the games of government and service to their country, even if they don't want to.

Everything that happens belongs to an GC AU.

The life and death of Lloyd Garmadon

At first he is just as harmful, and then a child overfed with attention, as in the canon. Only with a less pretty, than he is usually painted, appearance – brown eyes, light brown hair and freckles instead of a blond, perfectly clean face and "emerald eyes". The child grows up and becomes a leader, but vaguely still feels that something is wrong. Doubts arise before retribution for greatness and even seem to be something painful. But the main thing is that they are fair. He is not a great warrior. Not a great leader. He's really weak. The Green Ninja brand was created and promoted by Wu, but looking at the warriors of the past, Lloyd understands more and more how everything really is. Although this is not the worst thing. The loss of his father is more painful because the veil of lies around him has completely closed, he has no one to look at, and he will suffocate, if not today, then tomorrow. He chose to conclude his father in the Cursed Realm on his own, in order to say goodbye to him for sure. If someone else had done it, Lloyd would sooner or later not have restrained himself and would have forced this person to return Garmadon, taking his place. Even his mother. Everyone. Because he needs a father. He needs a father. He needs...

Breath of fresh air. Thanks.

But the veil of lies nevertheless closed. And it passed through him, leaving him in the void.

And pain is not scary. Masters get used to burns, electric shocks and cuts and do not notice them. Much worse are vile and irreversible changes. His hair falls out and turns gray. His nails are flaking. Teeth crumbling. More and more every year. He becomes covered with a strange rash and blisters, is ill a lot, the runny nose becomes permanent. The body simply cannot cope – the elemental power is too great. Although the burns are still unpleasant... His left arm and the skin on his back are burned, but gradually the burns become more and more.

Then the hair fell out completely. He can loosen his teeth with his fingers. From the eyes – a strange pus, and the white turned yellow, and the element that ignited earlier in the eyes when applied, tightly outlined rings around the pupils. The skin is covered with wrinkles. But he is not at all that many years old.

Brand created by Wu. Great hero, great strength, strongest boy, oh yeah! And Wu has achieved a lot, and Lloyd... To succeed in any business, one must make a sacrifice to the deity. It is decorated and fed in every possible way, so that later...

He thought the sacrifice was the Last Battle, but no. On it, the nightmare did not even begin. With age, more and more money and popularity, but teeth fall out, nails break, flow from the eyes. Nominally, he is great and strong, in fact, he is dying. And not at all heroically, but ugly and dripping with snot. He went to a monastery, but that did not help. He could not build a family, changed girls, but remained indifferent to them, left behind a daughter, but did not perceive her.

However, he still did one last act, albeit for himself, but almost beautiful.

Morro and Hani once left Wu-Cru. Borg tried to return them by the most cruel means – and then they fled to another world, having previously tried to kill Borg. Then he sent Lloyd on their trail. Lloyd's neck, like all ninjas, has a tattoo – the brand of the owner. But special, with poison. The poison neutralizes the drug, but if Lloyd does not find Morro and Hani, he will not receive more of the drug, and all these years he did. Vitamins...

They tried to kill Borg in order to live in peace, so now they themselves must be destroyed. Their children too. Do you think Lloyd suffered and was tormented by his conscience? Don't overestimate the poor fellow. He regarded their departure from the team almost as a betrayal, and they infuriated him, oh, they infuriated him: that Morro was a moron, that Hani was a fool, since she married him and gave birth to two children. Either just anger, or even envy, but weak, as always. He almost feels nothing, is too indifferent to everything, a great warrior does not waste his energy on feelings, a great warrior... He does his job. He found only Hani with the children, Morro was walking somewhere. And nothing, from the former friendship, not even crumbs remained. Children are ugly, they are ugly as dad, ugh.

He, in general, was absolutely ready. Only it would be better if Morro went somewhere else for a couple of minutes. But he came. Lloyd cursed inwardly. No, he was not scared, he had nothing to fear when his eyes were rotting, but Morro stood next to Hani, and Lloyd spat and left. He spat, however, mentally, in reality he could not even do that.

They fed Lloyd with attention to detach him from the world, and they did it very well. He knows how to devalue, it has always worked, protected from everything. But with Morro for some reason it didn't work at all. Although Lloyd could have killed Morro if he was alone, he could have dealt with them one by one, but so... Ugh, ugh!

Now, because of these freaks, he will die.

Although he will die anyway! – he laughed and went to the swamps. The elemental power did not just make him old, he looks like an old man, although he is thirty-five, just everything, everything, now time for him goes faster, he will soon die of old age, not today – so tomorrow.

Then he went deep into the swamps and, like a real warrior, opened himself and pierced his heart. Because he knows that otherwise he cannot be killed, his mother is not a human, alas, everyone has their own shortcomings. He will die only if the heart is pierced.

He secured this for himself.

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [1]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

➜ Words: 3.8k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

cr.

Baking is an art form. It takes more than just having ingredients and following a recipe. It’s the flavour, texture, taste, and the presentation. It’s knowing why when things go wrong and how to fix it. It’s knowing the right kinds of ingredients to pick, how much of each should be combined, what techniques and methods to use. Baking is therapy. Baking is scientific. It is art.   The ingredients are as follows: 

Fresh strawberries

Sponge cake

Sugar

Heavy cream

Vanilla extract

You slice the freshly washed strawberries into halves as the stand mixer whips the two cups of heavy cream and quarter cup of sugar into medium peaks. Once you’ve got your components prepared, you slice the cooled sponge cake into two layers and set the bottom layer on a cake board on the turning cake table. You spread the whipped cream evenly with an offset spatula and layer the strawberries with cream on top.    Afterwards, you place the other sponge cake on top and repeat the process.   You finish the shortcake with strawberries on top for decorative purposes and pipe flowers with a twelve inch piping bag.   “Very well done! Everyone give a round of applause for Y/N’s shortcake demonstration.”   The teacher claps and the students around the counter follow suit. “Now it’s time for the real test.”   She begins slicing the cake into pieces, but you’re not nervous whatsoever. You know you did a great job and your strawberry shortcake is worthy of salivating over. And as expected, while your classmates take careful bites and allow the flavour to linger on their tongue, there’s nothing but praise.   “Wow, the sponge cake is so soft and moist.”   “The cream is so smooth.”   “It’s so fluffy.”   “It’s melting in my mouth.”   Even the teacher is nodding as she eats. But of course—   “Isn’t it too sweet?”   Jeon Jungkook has his brows deeply furrowed with a soured expression like he bit into a fucking lemon. His fork is cleaned but he puts the utensil down with a noisy clank, not wanting another bite.    A muscle in your cheek twitches.   “Didn’t you say that last time?”   “Yeah.” He shrugs. “But you didn’t follow my advice. Obviously.”   “Maybe you just have sensitive teeth, Jonhson.”   “I don’t,” Jungkook deadpans, not appreciating how you pretend that you don’t know his name.   “I don’t see anyone else complaining.”   “Because they’re too nice to. If you can’t take criticism, then there’s nothing I can do, Y/N.”   There are eyes flickering around. This happens often enough that no one’s particularly surprised, but there’s still bated breath held amongst your classmates.    You open your mouth to retort. But the teacher eats with a thoughtful look, and then nods. “You’re right, Jungkook. You could lessen the sugar just a tad, Y/N. The strawberries are quite sweet this time around. Just goes to show that ingredients might always change, everyone!”   “Okay.” You force a smile. “I’ll make a note of it.”   “Alright class, now that we saw the demonstration, off you go! Watch that whipping cream! It shouldn’t be soft or hard peaks!”   Everyone turns to leave, but your glare connects with Jeon’s until he turns around all the way.    No matter what you make — Jeon Jungkook always complains that it’s too sweet.    He’s a fucking ass.   “What was up with that?” There are audible murmurs behind you. “I thought they were going to fight.”   “In the kitchen? No. Maybe outside — but you know how it is.”   “They still hate each other over the September incident?”   “Well Jeon almost got Y/N expelled….”   You turn around and once they realize they’ve been caught gossiping, they look away with big eyes and they quicken their hands. “So, uh, pass me the cream!”   “Y-Yeah.”   The teacher brings your attention back as she finishes marking the rubric. “Thanks for doing that demonstration for the whole class, Y/N. Job well done as usual. Just lessen the sweetness and you’re good to go.”   You’re given ninety five percent. Full marks lost because of that asshat.    You hope he can feel your glare on his backside.   Eventually class ends and with your station all cleaned, hands washed, and apron put aside, you leave.    Outside of the room, is the most handsome man on the planet waiting for you. The person who you love wholeheartedly. The person you’re most excited to see. Your person.   He’s dressed in a white turtleneck sweater that you got him last year for his birthday, black jeans, and that baby blue trench that’s always soft to the touch. His dark hair is brushed and he’s leaning against the wall casually. But the glimmer in his sheepish eyes betrays the nonchalant exterior he tries to put on.   And the corner of his plump lip pulls into a tender smile.   “Hey—oof!”   Laughter bubbles out of Seokjin’s mouth and his arms wrap around your frame after you quite literally leaped onto him. You barely manage to pull away from the man, having the strongest urge to stick to him forever.   “I missed you.”   You pout and he grins. “Missed you too, sweetheart.”   You lean in to kiss your boyfriend silly. He holds you by your waist and you greet his plump, soft lips that makes you melt in a chaste peck. After a moment, you break away and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Should we go?”   “Yeah.” Your steps sync together. “You won’t believe what happened to me today.”   “What happened? Tell me.”   The pair of you walk down the corridor together as the rest of the class continues to spill out. There are girls who caught sight of the heartwarming interaction and they hold their books to their chest as they sigh wistfully.    “God, I’m so jealous. I want to be in love too. When am I going to get a boyfriend?”   “At this rate, never.”   “Hey! Rude!”   “I’m kidding!” She giggles. “You just won’t get someone like Seokjin.”   “Let’s be real, no one is gonna get someone like Seokjin — he’s just...perfect.”   “They’re such a good couple, aren’t they? They’re gonna have such pretty…” Their voices fade, but Jungkook exits and hears their commentary. He turns to steal a glance at your backside down the hall.   Jungkook scoffs audibly.   “What?” Taehyung catches up to his best friend and swings an arm over his shoulder. The same-height brunette follows his line of sight and hums. “Jealous you’re not in a relationship?”   “As if. It’s just pathetic, is all.” Jungkook looks away and they make their own way to the dining hall.   “You really handed it to Y/N today.” Taehyung grins mischievously. “Like damn. I didn’t think her cake was half-bad. But you’re not scared it’s gonna come bite you in the ass, Kook? Y/N’s gonna hammer you down when it’s your turn for demonstration.”   “So what? Like she knows what she’s even doing.”   “Are you sure about that? She seems pretty decent at what she does to me.”   “Decent isn’t good enough,” he says blankly. “She thinks she’s the shit but she came here to follow her boyfriend.”   Taehyung whistles. “You still mad over September?”   “She just irks me. Always has.”   “Right, didn’t you guys go to high school together? You, Jin and her…”   “We never talked. Whatever, it’s not worth talking about and wasting our time. Hey, what’s on the menu for lunch?”   “You tell me. Jimin never texts us what’s new today. Dude just eats and then goes.”   “What class does he even have right now?”   “Bakery safety and sanitation.”   Jungkook grins, remembering just how nightmarish that class was. “Rip.”   The two of them turn the corner, moving the opposite way from you and Seokjin, and the hallway empties out. 

Anxiousness boils at the pit of your stomach. Today’s the day you’ve been waiting for ever since you found out your application was accepted into the institution and you were successfully enrolled. Whatever results appear, it might dictate where you’re headed in the near and far future. The experience that you gain in these two years will pave the path to your career after all.   “It’s today?” Moonbyul puts down her spoon. “Isn’t the paid internship in May? It’s only November.”   “The posting went up for us in November too,” Hani pipes up past a mouthful of eggs. “Remember?”   “Did it? It was so long ago, I forgot.”   “It was only last year.” Sandeul rolls his eyes. “You haven’t gotten that old.”   “I sure feel like it.”   “Well if anything, you sure look like it.”   “Umm, excuse me?”   “Okay, okay, guys,” Your boyfriend interrupts with a laugh. “You’re freaking out Y/N even more.”   They mutter apologies, but you smile. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you ask, “Where did you guys end up going?” After all, they’re a year ahead of you and they’ve been through the entire process. Any advice is helpful advice at this point.   “Sandeul and I got hired by a hotel,” Hani says, “The Marriott. It was a pretty sweet gig, kind of tough though. Out of the entire class, I think five of us went there in total, so we were pretty lucky that we knew each other. It was long hours, but I learned a lot.”   Sandeul scoffs. “Can’t say I did.”   “When do you ever learn?” Moonbyul bites back.   “My internship was at a private club,” Ken recalls, interjecting as the two of them argue again. “But all I baked was bread all day. It was awful.”   “Oh god.” You look to Seokjin. “What if I have to bake bread all day? I hate yeast.”   Jin laughs and he lifts his thumb to affectionately swipe at the corner of your mouth, getting the spaghetti sauce off your skin where you missed. “You’ll be fine. Promise. You’ll probably get hired at a catering company like I did. Or maybe a pastry shop.”   “God, I hope so.”   “Which did you apply to?” Hani asks, playing with her noodles.   “Just a bunch of them. Restaurants, catering companies, shops. I applied to I think ten.”   “Oh, you should be fine then.”   “But I heard sometimes they put you in ones you didn’t apply for.”   “That rarely happens. Don’t worry about it.” She bats the air with her hand, easing your worries a little more.   Your boyfriend smiles warmly. “See? Told you so.”   You nod and check the time. It’s five minutes to noon. And with that realization, you get up. “We should go.”   “Don’t they email you?” Sandeul asks, pulling himself away from his argument with Moonbyul and ignoring whatever half-hearted and playful insult she throws his way.   “Yeah, but the physical posting gets put up faster.” You’re jittery, hopping on both feet and Jin chuckles before he gets up too, taking your food tray and his to dump into the trash.   They wish you all the luck you need and you’re off with Seokjin by your side.   You’re excited and afraid, not exactly sure what to expect. You just hope you get your internship by the same catering company as the one Seokjin had. They liked him enough that they’ve ensured him a position after he graduates. If they hire you too and you do well enough, they’ll hire you back and you’ll get to work with him. It would be absolutely perfect.   You can already imagine it. A small apartment in the city. Working together. Coming home together. There’s not a better plan out there.   The hallway is crowded with lots of people pushing past to look at the posting. There are loud conversations, eager claps and cheers, to disappointed sighs and whines.    “Wait here, okay?” You turn to Jin, not wanting him to be stepped on or pushed by the crowd.    “I’ll be right here.” He squeezes your hand before letting go.    And you push past the horde of students. “Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry…”   “Aw man, I have my internship at a grocery store?! This sucks.” — “The hell is Dog World.” — “Oh my god, oh my god! I got into the East Wood Country Club! Fuck yes!”   Finally, you stumble out of the crowd to the very front. The list is grouped together by locations and you search your name on the paper posting. After an antagonizing minute, you find it. “Kim’s…..Wedding Cake Company….”   Blood drains from your face. It runs cold.   Jeon Jungkook is coming with you.   //   You stomp your foot and cross your arms. You’ve been pouting for the past hour. But you can’t help the distress — not when you were still unable to comprehend it. It was the worst news on Earth. You thought your eyes were wrong, that maybe the posting or printer made a mistake, but the email wasn’t any different either.   “I can’t believe I have to go with that jerk! It’s all ruined!”   “I know, baby.” Seokjin pouts with you, sympathizing with your situation. He pulls you in to plant a kiss at the top of your head. “But you’ll be okay. Promise.”   The way he says it calms your nerves, but that doesn’t mean you still aren’t frustrated to no end.   There was only one paid internship to be done. One that was supposed to pave your way, help with the rest of your career, teach you things that couldn’t be learned through lectures and classroom work. But your one shot is destroyed. In shambles. What should be a fantastic experience is going to be a dreadful one.   Why did things never go right for you?   “I just….I just really wanted to be hired at your company.” You look up at him, eyes stinging and glossy with tears that threaten to shed.    Your plans are ruined.   “It’s okay. You can always apply after graduation.”    “I know.” You sigh. “But of all people, why him?”   A few hours later, the pair of you catch up with your friends at the dining center for dinner, and they quickly notice the way you’re not necessarily jumping for joy, but rather grieving. “Not...good news, I presume?”   Moonbyul gasps. “Did you not get hired anywhere-OW!” She rubs the spot where Sandeul smacked the back of her head for being tactless.   “It’s not that,” you reassure them with a small smile. “My internship is at Kim’s Wedding Cake Company.”   Ken’s eyes are enlarged. “Oh shit.”   “Wedding cakes?!” Hani sharply inhales. “That’s brutal.”   “No, it’s not that either. I don’t mind. It’s just…” You steal a glimpse at your boyfriend. For one, you wanted to go where he went and secondly— “I’m with Jeon Jungkook.”   “Who?” Ken asks, brows furrowing.   “You know, the black haired kid,” Moonbyul says in an attempt to jog his memory.   But the man’s impassive expression doesn’t waver or alter. “You literally described at least a quarter of the population.”   “The one that looks like a rabbit, you idiot.” Hani makes grand gestures. “The deer-looking fellow. You know, the cute one.”   “Right!” He snaps his fingers, as if that was enough to remember him by.   You shake your head. “He’s not cute. He’s an ass. Steer clear territory.”   “Can’t you steer clear from him?” Sandeul asks before he slurps up his carbonara and then chews in his cheek. “There’s like what— four or five kids coming with you? You can probably avoid him if you wanted to.”   “No.” It dawns on you just how bad the circumstances are. “Apparently only two of us are going there. At least I didn’t see anyone else assigned to that place. It’s only going to be just him and I.”   “Yikes.”   “Not helping, Hani.” Seokjin gives her a look that makes her sheepish and mumble an apology. “It’s not going to be that bad.” He reaches for your hand underneath the table, a private place without the prying eyes of his friends. “It’s only for three months and it’s during summer. It won’t happen for quite some time.”   “Yeah.” You squeeze your hand tenderly with his.    It’s wondrous how effective Seokjin’s reassurance is. You feel like there’s no reason for you to be afraid, for you to dread the inevitability. He makes you feel like you could take on anything.   All plans have their obstacles. Maybe this is just yours. Things always have a way of working out after all. You’ll get your experience, do your internship without talking to him, and then apply where Jin will be working after. You just have a feeling — call it your intuition — that it’ll work out.   //   But you’re still somewhat unsettled. You wonder if there’s a way you could switch. At least it wouldn’t hurt to take your chances and ask, then you knew you tried and did all you could. So with a hopeful heart, you approach the office area and open the door. The secretary is gone from her desk, maybe gone to take a bathroom or coffee break, so you take a seat in the waiting area.   One second passes before you overhear a familiar voice that you’ve grown to detest.   “—don’t see how I’m qualified at all! I haven’t even learned about wedding cakes yet!” The frustration is tangible. “It’s a course for next year!”   “Then you’ll get a head start from your classmates, Jungkook.”   There’s an audible sigh and his voice becomes calmer. “Miss. Kang, please. I just don’t understand how I could be put in something I didn’t even apply for.”   “What do you want to do, Jungkook?”   “Pardon?”   “What is it that you want to do after you’ve gotten your diploma?”   “I want to be a chocolatier.” There’s a pause. “A Master Chocolatier. I want to compete in The World Chocolate Masters. That’s why I applied for Oliver’s and Tokyo Confectionery. Spending my time and my internship at a place that does chocolate is important to me. Not wedding cakes.”   “Well, you’re lucky then. I personally know the couple that runs Kim’s Wedding Cake Company. They’re good friends of mine and the man who runs the place with his wife is actually a chocolatier. He studied in Paris and has been in the industry for more than ten years. I feel like you could learn a lot from him, Jungkook. Remember, it’s not the place you go to, but the mentor that you have. Think it over. Give it a few days. If you still have concerns, we can talk about it.”   Jungkook huffs in exasperation and grabs his bag. He mutters a reluctant ‘thank you’ before leaving the office. He doesn’t take one look back but on his way out, he catches you staring straight at him in the waiting area. His steps slow but then he scoffs, looks away and walks out.   When you get a chance to talk to the lady organizing internships, it’s brief — she apologizes and tells you there’ll be no changes made. There’s no arguing, you know that much. Not when Jungkook quite literally tried every desperate plea in the book.   You end up leaving and at the same exact time, Jungkook exits the men’s locker area, changed back into his regular attire. The two of you nearly bump heads, running into each other.   “Are you following me?” he flat out asks when your eyes meet.   You raise a brow, freezing in the middle of the hallway. “Excuse me?”   “Are you following me,” he repeats with a sharp tongue, obviously still peeved over his previous interaction with Miss. Kang. But you don’t know why he’s putting it on you and making such outlandish accusations. There was absolutely no limit to his cockiness.   “Get your head out of your ass, Johnson. I don’t have the time or day to follow you around.”   “Then what are you doing here?”   “I don’t think I need to tell you where I am or what I do.”   “Whatever.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and brushes past you.   But you turn onto your heel and shout after him—   “Do you really think you’ll make it?”   “What?” He shifts around to glare. His thick brows are knitted, mouth downturned.   “Do you really think you’ll make it as a chocolatier?” You meet his eye and a smirk pulls on your features. A rush of air leaves your nose in a snort. “You? Really? You want to compete in The World Chocolate Masters? That’s cute.”   “At least I have actual ambitions and goals and I’m not here for the sake of my boyfriend.”   “Excuse me? What are you trying to say?”   “Don’t play dumb and act like you didn’t follow your little boyfriend here.”   “You don't know anything about me, Jeon.”   “I don’t? I know that you’re not passionate about baking, that’s for sure. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have fucking stolen—”   “Fuck you,” you spit. “I didn’t.”   “Yeah right.” Jungkook scoffs. “Get real, Y/N.”   He gets the last word. Jeon Jungkook turns around, walking away with his bag slung over his shoulder. You shout insults after him but he ignores it, making you look like the fool.   Tears sting your eyes and your teeth grit. He’s an asshole through and through. You don’t know why you even bother wasting your breath.    If Seokjin was the most patient, kindest person and the person that you love the most — then Jeon was the complete opposite. You will forever detest his very being.   //   Your hand is squeezed and you’re brought out of your thoughts.   “Babe? What’s wrong?”   You look to your boyfriend. That’s right — you love him and this man loves you. There’s nothing else that could ever matter more than this. “Nothing. I just had...a really long day today.”   Seokjin stops walking and spreads open his arms wide. He gestures to you. “Come here.”   A smile pulls into your features and you jump into him. Jin laughs, stumbling back as you cuddle into his chest. His arms wrap securely around your frame, shielding you from the cold, from the darkness of the night.   You feel safe.   “I love you.”   He hums and kisses the top of your head. You’re beginning to feel better already.

[scriptaed]

bygones of the sun. 04 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.8k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

a/n: a repost of my old fic!

You [6:36 pm] I won’t be in class today, sorry…

Hani [6:38 pm] Wait, what? Are you sure? We have a test coming up soon...

Hani [6:39 pm] Is everything okay?

You [6:40 pm] Oh yeah, I’m totally fine. I just got a cold over the weekend.

Because of a certain someone, you cough into the glaring phone screen which buzzes with yet another incoming text.

Hani [6:40 pm] Ay… why are you always so careless about your health.

Hani [6:41 pm] Alright, well, make sure you get lots and lots of rest!

Hani [6:41 pm] Don’t worry about today, I’ll head over tomorrow to hand you my notes.

It’s times like these that you wonder what you had ever done in your past life to be blessed with friends like Hani and Junghwa, but considering how you’ve also been cursed with the boy that is named Jung Hoseok, you’re not sure if you’ve once led a courageous or cowardice life. Nonetheless, you smile to yourself in bed, stricken with a cold only you and him know the cause of, and you plan to keep it that way.

You [6:43 pm] Thanks, you’re the best. Tell Junghwa I said hi and that I’m sorry!

Hani [6:44 pm] Oh, don’t worry… I will… and when I do, you’ll hear her screaming from all the way back home.

Snorting at her remark—which is hardly an exaggeration—you toss your phone to the side of your bed and plop back down to sink into the abyss of your mattress and, hopefully, slumber; but unlike the wishes you’ve planned for your progress towards recuperation, sleep does not come to you as easily as you had hoped for it to. And it’s not because of your constant blowing of nose, only to have it stuffed again the second you lie back down, or the shuffling in bed to stimulate some warmth into your freezing hands that keeps you up, but it’s the flashbacks of that night from just a couple of days ago that continues to burn in the back of your mind and keeps you awake.

-

“What’re you talking about?” you scoff. “Me? In love with you? There has to be something wrong with you.”

“Really?” his vacant hand cups his chin in thought as the other handles the steering wheel with utter ease, and even though his carefree stance should be something to worry over, you can’t help but admit how oddly enticing he looks; one hand on the wheel and another running through his drenched bangs which framed his facial features, including his sharp jawline and the bump of his Adam’s apple, everything from his relaxed posture to the dark look of his eyes when he whips his head to throw a quick glance—or more accurately, a smirk—strikes an urge of desire you ironically want to disown. Allured by the glow of his honey tan skin and the soft, red lips of his under the streetlights which zooms past through the night sky looming above, you’re just barely able to catch his next words. “Then explain why you’re always staring at me like that.”

“Staring?” you subconsciously blurt out until you’re finally able to register his question, eliciting a frown from you. “I’m not staring. What is there to stare at?”

“Well, apparently, there’s me,” he quips. “What? Too handsome to look away? Should I wear a mask next time?”

You scoff, mouth gaping and eyes shifting between the cocky boy and the streets, “I can’t believe you… do you not know the concept of decency?”

“There’s nothing to be decent about when I’m just stating the truth,” he chortles with a shrug.

Narrowing your eyes at him, you’re shocked that someone as prideful as him actually exists in the world. So in a rage of a fit, you open the front glove compartment only to be shot down with yet another surprise waiting for you, which happens to be a box of… condoms.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter under your breath, cheeks burning and eyes widening when you finally acknowledge the things the boy next to you is up to in his free time. Your attempt to be discrete about your findings coming to a failure when Hoseok catches a glimpse of you and cackles in response.

Slamming the compartment closed, you opt for your wet flip flops, slipping it off and tossing it at his head; right before it hits your target, Hoseok spots the flying object in his peripheral vision as he catches it in mid air and tosses it right back at your side of the ground. Your loud sigh becomes apparent as you watch the slipper flop right back onto your foot as if nothing had happened in the first place, but none of your actions occur without a consequence as the car thrillingly swerves side to side throughout it all and elicits a shriek from you while you push your back into the seat and your hand reaches for the grab handles hanging from the ceiling.

“Hey, I’m trying to get us both back alive and in one piece. I don’t think I need your dirty slippers for that,” he quips with a smug smile tugging at his lips.

“Then at least drive with both hands…” you mumble, hesitantly crossing your arms in fear. “I don’t want to see my life flash right before my eyes again.”

He looks over at you with a quirked brow, “you mean like this?”

You should’ve known better than to trust the renewed version of Jung Hoseok, because the next thing you know, the car sways sharply left to right and right to left as you shoot the mischievous boy a death glare. But contrary to the spite you’re trying to channel into your glare, what you find yourself and your panicking heart isn’t anger or frustration or any of that; instead, you find yourself flooded with warmth and endearment, because the boy you’re staring at brings you back to the times when you held nothing but admiration and adoration towards the renowned dancer.

Because he’s smiling again. No, not one of those smug smiles or smirks that he likes to put on in the presence of the public, but one that had been long buried underneath the ever growing shadows of the nightly phase of his demeanor. His grin spreads from ear to ear, revealing his perfectly aligned teeth and scrunching his eyes into slim lines which resonates with joy and nothing but joy and careless of the dark world surrounding him.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe under my hands,” he firmly states once the car fixes itself back into its lane amidst the empty streets of the night, looking over at you with a smirk only to crack up back into a full out cackle at the sight of your glare.

Safe under his hands, you mull over his words, it’s ironic how you felt the exact opposite around him.

But at this very moment, when your glare turns into a gaze and you can’t believe you’re actually staring at him in utter adoration, what you find yourself looking at is the boy who likes to have fun and never once cares for what others thought of him. And although you don’t like to admit it, but you find yourself falling all over again. As the car rolls along the bridge, the highway filled with cars coming into full view right underneath, your wall crumbles one by one and brick by brick. You don’t know if it’s just you and your hopeless thinking, but you like to think each and every time the street lights shine upon his sun kissed skin, a little part of the old Hoseok reveals itself in both his laugh and smile.

It’s ironic because you felt the most unsafe under his hands; as if your determination to disprove everything you once thought was wrong, that your feelings only belongs to the old Hoseok and not the new, only seems to be knocked down day by day. The longer you stay to watch the moon pass by the radiance of the sun, the more you find yourself squinting and looking away in both longing for the past and security of knowing you’re safe. Because unbeknownst to him, you’re everything but safe under his hands.

“So?”

The low tone of his voice is enough to snap you back into reality.

“So what?”

“So…” he repeats. “Are you going to explain to me why you’re always staring at me like that?”

“Like what?” you scrunch your nose. Ah, the new Hoseok is back within the blink of an eye. “I’m not staring at you.”

Hoseok turns to raise a brow at your less than convincing claim, blinking at you with those dark, alluring eyes of his and a jump in your chest traps a gasp in your throat. Slowly averting his eyes back on the road, a smirk adorns his tender lips as a chuckle escapes from the back of his throat.

“Alright, if you say so, love.”

You roll your eyes, “well, let me ask a question then. Why are you even offering this bet when you’re not even gaining anything in the first place?”

“What do you mean? I can get you to shut up about the past me,” he says with the tap of his fingers against the steering wheel, and when you look over, you notice both his hands clutching the wheel unlike before.

And even though it’s something any decent person would do, you find yourself melting into a puddle of an unknown, undiscovered mess, because as much of a tough front this boy likes to put on, there’s been several times tonight where he’s shown the softer side of him; when he wrapped you in the warmth of his sweater, out of courtesy and respect for the vulnerable you in a see through white tee, and when he teases you in his car but nevertheless complies to your requests because of the fear which radiates from your shaky breath, everything he does might be overlooked by others, but you notice the underlying tone of it all.

“If that’s your goal, then you’re going to have to make this bet with every girl in this school and have them all swoon for you in the entire school. It’s not like I’m the only person who’s still talking about the old you—”

“Oh, but you are,” he reaffirms. “I don’t think you hear about the old dance captain around campus anymore, do you? In fact, I’m sure everyone thinks Jimin is the captain now—”

“That’s not true,” you blurt out in a louder voice than you meant to, biting your bottom lip and lowering your volume, “no one says that. Your position as the captain is indisputable…” Seeing the quirk of his brows at how positively you’re speaking of him, contrary to your past, irritated tone, you clear your throat, “...or at least it was. I-I don’t know. You’re probably not as great as you used to be anymore.”

“I guess you’re right. Jimin probably is way better than me by now,” he snorts at your remark, shrugging. He doesn’t have to say anything for you to notice the downturn of his lips and the way he presses them into thin lines. Everything he says doesn’t go without any backlash, and you know that… or at least you’d like to think that maybe, just maybe, a part of him longs for the bright lights on stage and the loud cheers and whistles from the audience. You’re about to apologize for your rash words when he turns his head to glance at you with those dark, brown eyes of his, and you’re suddenly stunned still. “...but that brings me to my second question. Why are you so interested in my past?”

“I’m not,” you defend yourself. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m interested, but rather… curious. I’d be fine getting on with my life without knowing your past.”

He presses his lips into a line, the adorable dimples appearing to contrast the smug look on his face, and nods his head as if there isn’t a word you say that he actually believes.

“What?” you breathe. “You don’t believe me? You actually think I’m that obsessed with you?”

He cinches his brows and glances at you with a suppressed smile, “I was just wondering, and don’t take this to heart, but were you one of those girls who liked to watch me during dance practice?”

“W-What?” your eyes pop open and your breathing gets caught on the knot in your throat, because technically speaking, you were indeed one of those girls.

Hoseok only chortles at your response, running a hand through his hair and returning them to the steering wheel. “As a way to thank you for spending so much time to support me from the back, if you really want to know why I quit dancing and left it all behind, long story short, everything we did tonight explains it all.”

“... I don’t get it,” you furrow your brows.

“Tonight was fun, wasn’t it?”

You bite your bottom lip before reluctantly admitting, “...somewhat.”

He rolls his eyes at your response, a scoff leaving his lips as he leans his head against his hand, propped against his side of the door. “And did those people in the library have any fun? Do you think people stuck in dance practice and pulling all nighters every other day have any fun? Don’t you think those people want to have a life too? Doesn’t everyone want to have fun?”

You frown at his explanation, because quite frankly, that’s the dumbest reason you’ve ever heard of. If someone really loved what they were doing, they’d be committed enough to bypass all the struggles and time crunches to do what they loved. And you firmly believe dancing is, or was, exactly just that for Hoseok. This doesn’t sound like the actual reason behind his absence in the club, no, this sounds like an excuse.

“That’s bullshit. I don’t believe you even for a second,” you spit, shaking your head as he raises a brow at you. “You liked dancing too much to just leave it like that.”

And before you know it, the car comes to a stop; the engine purrs into silence and your house lies right outside the passenger window as Hoseok takes a deep breath and sighs, leaning back into his seat while tiredly running a hand through his hair.

“You were asking why I’m making this bet with you, right?” Hoseok cocks his head at you, leaning it against the window with his eyes peering down at you.

“Yeah…?”

“Well, turns out you’re not the only one trying to find out about something,” he states, tapping his fingers against the gear stick, “because it seems like to me, you know a lot more than you let on, and I’m interested in finding that out.”

Your eyes are locked with his, the two of you challenging each other in a silent feud against whatever the other is trying to hide, but when you finally spoke, the duel comes to a temporary end.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out then, because I don’t plan on ever falling for someone like you.”

Hoseok just chuckles at your response, reaching his hand out towards you for you to shake with a wink, “alright then, Ms. Inexperienced, I guess we’ll just have to see who’s the real heart breaker.”

-

A buzz vibrates against your head and snaps you out of your daydream as you grab your phone and try to fan your burning cheeks with your hands.

Junghwa [8:11 PM] Y/N!!! How could you leave me alone with Hani?!?!

8:11 pm.

You suddenly jump out of bed when your eyes pop open, your mind dizzy at the rush of blood flowing down to your feet and running wild at the sight of the time brazen across your phone screen. You just spent one and a half hours daydreaming about your time with the one and only Jung Hoseok. And the more you reminisce over his last words and the flirtatious wink he gave you, utterly confident that he, in fact, is much more “experienced” and “active” in the sexual side of his life to be the true heartbreaker—as if that’s actually a good thing—the more your cheeks scorch with heat and you can barely breathe in the musty room of your house.

Another series of buzzes vibrates against your hand.

Junghwa [8:12 PM] Just kidding~

Junghwa [8:13 PM] I heard you’re sick, so Hani and I are coming over to your house in ten minutes with food!

Junghwa [8:14 PM] Prepare to binge watch some dramas!!!~

Of course your two best friends would be kind enough to bring over some food for the bed stricken one, or perhaps, Junghwa’s last text confirms their true intentions of catching up on some dramas only you had subscription to. Whatever it is, you change into a pair of shorts and tee when you spot Hoseok’s sweatshirt draped over the armrest of the chair by your desk, the only sweatshirt you have available in the house, as the rest are in the washers.

You’re not really going to wear his sweater…are you, you question yourself. It isn’t much of an exaggeration to say that it’s literally freezing outside, and walking out in a t-shirt would practically ensure you an even worse cold to come—something you can’t afford considering the upcoming tests—so without much thought and lots of curiosity, you throw on his sweater only to be bombarded by the pleasant scent of him—Old Spice, clean cut and fresh with the tinge of cinnamon and peppermint.

And as if right on cue, another notification comes buzzing through your phone.

Ew, Hoseok [8:17 PM] I heard you’re sick?

Ew, Hoseok [8:18 PM] Want me to come over with some food?

No, the last thing you want is for him to come over and catch you with his sweatshirt on.

Ew, Hoseok [8:19 PM] I know you’re reading this, and I know you aren’t going to reply. So I’ll be coming over in fifteen.

In fifteen? Aren’t Junghwa and Hani also coming over in ten?

Your eyes widen and your feet begin to scramble out of your house when you realize your friends are going to somehow bump into Hoseok, a situation which you don’t want to explain to your friends about regarding how and why the infamous Hoseok is in your house. But after texting several times to both Hoseok, who only reads your texts but mischievously refuses to answer, and Junghwa, who probably doesn’t even notice the vibrations of her phone in her back pocket, you figure you have to stop Junghwa at school, because there’s no way Hoseok would listen to your pleas—especially when all he’d be busy doing is smirking at the way you’re wearing his sweater. And now that you think of it, there’s something else you have to take care of at school, too.

Stumbling into the familiar halls of your school, you’re fortunately able to encounter your two friends laughing and skipping down the halls right off the bat.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re alive!” Junghwa chimes, running to you and preparing to pounce only to have her motions halted by your arms which grips at her shoulders.

“Hey,” you breathe and smile, completely out of breath.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Do you miss us that much?” Junghwa giggles, tilting her head to laugh at your disheveled state. “We were on our way, you know. Sorry for being, like, two minutes late.”

“No, I-uh, actually,” you manage to say in between breaths, “have something to do.”

Hani comes walking up from behind Junghwa with raised brows, “what’re you doing here? I thought you were sick?”

You glance between your two friends, trying to formulate some sort of excuse as to why you had ran out of your house with your red nose and flip flops—especially in this freezing weather. But as your mind scuffles for an explanation, you find yourself staring at the three very people you’re looking for as a side mission—Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung; other than explaining what on earth you’re up to at school, there’s a scolding waiting to be let out to those three boys milling around at the end of the hall.

“I have to do something really quick… I don’t think I can hang out tonight. Let’s all crash at my house another day, alright?” you mumble, walking past your confused friends before whirling around to wave them goodbye. “I’m sorry! Really! Let’s watch some TV tomorrow! And don’t go to my house tonight!”

“Y/N! What’re you talking about?” Junghwa calls out to you.

“Where are you going?” Hani questions.

“I’m sorry, I’ll explain everything tomorrow!” you apologize, giving them one last wave and turning around to jog down the hall until Junghwa and Hani shrug it off and turn down the opposite side of the hall.

As you jog down the familiar pathway leading to the dance club’s practice room, Taehyung is the first one who catches sight of you with pleasantly surprised eyes, the other, however, stare with frightened, wide eyes.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re here!” Taehyung chirps, waving his hand at you.

Crossing your arms and letting out one loud huff, you stand before the three, completely unamused by their welcome.

“Haha… Y/N… you’re here,” Jungkook smiles weakly.

“Yeah, welcome back,” Jimin mumbles with a shaky, hesitant laugh.

“Wanna help us with some boot camp paperwork?” Taehyung asks and the other two shoot darting death glares at him. “Wait, what?”

“No, I don’t want to help you with ‘paperwork,’” you tap your foot against the ground. “Because last time, paperwork meant spending time with a certain someone and not actual paperwork!”

“Y/N, we’re sorry!” Jungkook drops onto the floor along with Jimin, the two of them grabbing your arm and pleading for forgiveness as Taehyung cluelessly joins them. “We’re desperate to have our captain back! The boot camp and showcase are coming up, and without Hoseok, we’re barely getting enough sleep for preparations!”

You roll your eyes, “you could’ve just told me and we could’ve figured out some plan, because literally nothing came out of yesterday. He ignored me every time I brought up the club.”

“Oh…” the three of them throw shifty glances at each other, unsure of what to do now that their last resort has gone to waste. “Well… will you at least forgive us…?”

Pursing your lips, you shrug before attempting to turn away only to have the three of them pull you back around.

“We actually brought someone here for you!” Taehyung blurts out and you quirk a brow. Jungkook and Jimin follow along with Taehyung, placing their hands on your shoulder and gently ushering you towards the entrance of the practice room.

And to your surprise, the first thing you see elicits a flash of memories rewinding up from present day all the way back to that one regretful day where things could have changed drastically; because standing right there is the previous dance captain, not Hoseok, but Keiko.

“You’ve wanted to ask her some stuff, right? You’ll forgive us now, right?” Taehyung begs, swinging your hand back and forth.

Glaring at the three boys staring at you with wide eyes and pouty lips akin to a puppy, you take a deep breath and sigh. “I was just joking around. I’m not that mad at you guys, and I don’t actually need to talk to her—”

“Hello,” the girl greets enthusiastically with her sleek, velvety voice. She glances over as she goes over her usual stretching routine. With her short hair which brushes just a few inches above her shoulders, you can see the toned muscles of hers from under her black sports bra and above her black leggings. If this is the girl Hoseok is rumored to have a crush on, utilizing you to elicit some jealous response from, then you aren’t too surprised. She’s perfect and intimidating in every way… except for when she speaks, because the moment she welcomes you, an outsider of the club, you’re reminded of the bright smile Hoseok had once welcomed you in with. “Is there something I can help you with that those few gentlemen can’t?”

“Oh, um—”

“Go on, go on, we believe in you, Y/N!” the three boys from behind you whisper before gently pushing you into the room and closing the door shut behind you.

You’re just about to whirl around and give the mischievous boys a good smack on the back when a raspy chuckle comes tumbling from Keiko’s lips. “Ah, don’t mind those boys. They’re a little bit out of their minds right now because of camp preparations. I’ve heard things are going a bit rough around here, so I decided to drop in and help,” she smiles at you, “but I see things are going better than I thought now that you’re around.”

“Ah, no… I don’t really do much…” you press your lips shut and hide your fidgeting hands behind your back.

She raises her brows curiously, “oh? Well, they seem a lot more cheerful around you. It’s almost like they’re around Hoseok—”

“That’s,” you nearly cut her off and she glances at you with wide eyes, encouraging you to continue. “That’s… actually what I wanted to ask you about.”

“Well, then ask away.”

“I-um…” you beat around the bush, gulping when you notice how her eyes never left your shifty ones. “I was just wondering what happened to Hoseok.”

“What happened to him?”

“Why he left… or why he’s not dancing anymore,” you reiterate. Peering up at her, you find Keiko staring blankly at you as if looking for an answer to a question the three boys have probably already asked her several times before.

After a deep breath, she sighs, “I don’t know. You’re going to have to ask him that.”

“Are you still in contact with him…?”

“...yes,” Keiko replies after a few seconds of silence.

The clock ticks in the background and you’re not sure if the pounding of your panicking heart echoes along in the thin air. Everything about her intently watchful eyes and her short answers tell you there’s something wrong about this entire situation. Whether you’re invading personal privacy or she’s uncomfortable with this topic, you’re unsure of; but there’s one thing you know for certain: the transition of her mien between warmth to cold tells you there’s not much to prod further.

“I mean… can’t you ask him what’s up? Or help him with anything…?” you hesitantly ask.

“Are you one of those girls who used to watch him dance by the door every now and then?” Keiko suddenly questions and you look up at her with wide eyes. “Do you know him personally?”

“I… sort of do.”

“Well,” she tries to explain, “there’s not much I can do, really. I can ask him what’s wrong, but what do I do after that? He’ll come back when he’s ready. If he’s truly a dancer, then he’ll eventually find his way back to the stage. I don’t think he needs anyone to remind him or push him. If he’s ready to move on, then shouldn’t we, too?”

She’s right and Hoseok’s right.

Maybe you really are the only one buried in the past. Maybe you do need to move on. Maybe you’re the only one stuck in the shadows of the passing sun, a bygone which has yet to be seen in the near future—or perhaps, a bygone long past and set and carved and etched into history. And if you don’t move on from the past and into the present, perhaps you’ll just become another bygone of the ever rising and setting sun.

Everything she says points in that very direction, that you need to move on and stop fiddling with things of the past. But when she speaks her next few words, there’s a hint in her voice that tells you otherwise, that tells you to hold on because there’s no one but you who can.

“But hey, who knows. Maybe he really does need someone. Maybe he needs you. I hope you’ll stay by his side, and when the time really comes, when he needs someone to hold onto for dear life because time just never seems to stop and all he needs is something steady to hold him up, I hope you’ll be that very pillar he needs to bring himself back up onto his feet and finally confront the past the both of you so want.”

She walks her way to the door while tying her hair up, allowing the boys to enter the room, but not without grinning at you with an edge of hope etched into her statement and leaving you cluelessly behind. 

[heoltrouble]

Two Hearts in a Cold Street

"Stop being so picky." Kyunghee scolded me for the thousands times.

Hi, my name is Charlie, Lee Charlie. I know it sounds weird, but long story short if I could tell you..

My very first name was Lee Jieun, but I grew up not really healthy as a kid, so my mom had an idea to change my name into something more sweet and happy. And she was randomly changed it into Charlie because it sounds funny and bubbly (according to her), so she officially and legally changed my name into Lee Charlie. It still weird to me because how could my dad didn't stop her to change my name.. I mean, he could offer any other name than Charlie, right?

Sunny? That's more lively Hani? That's pretty Fanny? That's good too

Still.. Here I am, Charlie.. 27 years old, working as finance staff even though I was majoring in Electrical Engineering. Ha-ha!

Please notice that forced laugh.

It's my fifth year being single, no boyfriend, experiencing non romantic relationship. It was only few dates for the past years, hang out here and there but mostly won't ended up good.

It wasn't because I'm picky and have so many criteria list, it's just... I haven't met anyone who make me brave enough to start a relationship. I wasn't ready for the drama, the jealousy, the feeling when you scares to lose someone.

What if he just want to play with your feeling? What if he doesn't love you as much you love him? What if he doesn't want any serious relationship further than only being a boyfriend?

Let alone that every single time I have crush on someone, he would never like me back. It's always be unrequited love at the end.

Poor me and my one sided love fate.

"I'm not picky." I sighed.

"Whatever keeps you sleep at night." She rolled her eyes, "just try some dating apps, if it won't end up as boyfriend at least you can have new friends."

"You know I'm an awkward person, I'm shy." I reasoned.

But it was true, I'm such an awkward person that ever existed. I tell only cringe jokes which will make anyone back out as soon as they hear me cracking joke.

Plus, I'm not that friendly person either. I was far from Kyunghee, she has bubbly personality, outgoing, very welcoming, guys like her.

While I'm such a weird and people tend to call me cold because my big eyes and I looked like my eyes glared too much. But trust me, once you know me, I wouldn't stop talking and joking, being so funny and then annoy you for the rest of my life.

I'm that kind of person, pleas don't sue me. It's just how I let out my affection towards people I close with.

"Just try it once, okay? Once, it won't hurt." She squeezed my shoulder gently.

"Do I really have to?"

"Yes, you have to. For fun, do not take it seriously." She wiggled her shaped eyebrows playfully.

"I'm going to uninstall it if I found it useless." I said.

"Yep, no probs! At least you tried!"

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I was contemplating which dating apps I should give it try, the one who safe and minor scam cases. You know, there's probably someone bad and mean trying to hunt their prey.

Do I really want this?Do I really need this?

I groaned inwardly, putting my phone back to my side then rolled over on the bed facing the wall.

Just once, it won't be that bad.

I nodded, reaching my phone and start to install the most popular yet safer dating apps.

After waited for less than two minutes to install, I opened the apps and start to fill my personal data, including choose which one of selfie I needed to put.

Scrolled, scrolled... Scrolled down on my phone gallery. Then stopped as I saw my selfie back then when I was on vacation in Pattaya beach, it was me with my black T-shirt posing in such silly but cute enough face

                   Not bad though.

Now it's time to put on my bio, I have to put on something that's not serious but actually serious or probably serious but not that serious.

I'm really suck at this because my shyness.

That's it, I found my bio.

A very shy person.

                                                      ----

"Too serious." I swiped left, moving on to the next candidate.

This one looked good, he wore glasses, smiling confidently to the camera. He has straight hair and it was cut neatly, actually he looked good with that hairstyle. His jaw was quite noticeable, he looked stern but little bit looked so young and carefree because of his full smile, showing off his white teeth.

His name is Dean, no family name. 29 years old. His bio said : I'm hard worker, very serious person, diligent and modest. Oh wait, this isn't job application? Lol.

"Hmm, interesting. Quite bold personality." I clicked his profile to see if there's more picture of him.

This time was his picture sitting on the bench while playing with his phone, showing off his right dimple, along with his long nose and quite tanned skin.

                   My heart fluttered. Is this one?

One try won't hurt. That mantra kept ringing in my head.

So I clicked chat icon and typed the most common greetings.

Charlie : Hi~

Then quickly logged out from the apps because I’m too shy and embarrassed, lol.

What did I do?

I looked at my phone dumbfounded. It wasn’t like I against any dating apps, but joined in one of them was actually embarrassing, at least in my opinion.

Did I really that helpless and hopeless?

Too bad, it’s done. I already created the account and sent friendly chat, so no backing off.

I felt uneasy and curious, so I logged in to my account, checking if that person sent me reply.

He sent me a reply! OMG!

Nothing long but sure intriguing me to read it.

Dean : Hi, I never knew that shy person could say hello first? 😂

What. The. Heck. Was he mocking me? Because my profile stated that I'm shy but here I am sending hi to him unlike my profile statement. Or it’s just his style to greet other people? This guy really something else.

Okay, but I won’t give up.

Just try, even if it only once.

Charlie : Ha-ha, please forget it that I said hi. I’ll just go back to my cave and hiding..

He’s typing.. oh my goodness.

What will he type? K, bye? Or will he be bold and tell me to go hiding on my cave?

Geez-

Dean : No, hey.. comeback. I’ll be the one who say hi then.. Dean : Hi, Charlie!

Oh wow..

[outropeace]

elotito tagged me on this so i’m gonna do it for her <33333

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted

i began to write in general since i was around 14 like any other emo kid kdjdjsks and o began to write fics when a friend asked me for one as a birthday present. it was written in a hurry and it’s not my favorite but i really enjoyed doing it. i posted that exact same fic on their birthday

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?

it depends the fic i guess. and not really, i think the closest i’ve been to do that is in the rockstar au (coming to the @bottomlouisficfest very soon), i put one or two of my old insecurities in h so he could connect better and wouldn’t be persieved as just an asshole-y dude cause i don’t like that and louis don’t deserve that uwu🌸

3. where do you often find inspiration?

music, movies, tiktoks (DONT JUDGE KDKDKS)

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?

before the quarantine i had around 3 wips, now i have 8

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence?

i listen lofi youtube playlists shjdkld

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?

me repeating “Oh...” over and over again through tall my fics, it shouldn’t be legal

7. describe your ideal writing setup

rainy day, good coffee, comfy sweater, my cat besides me, arely sending texts about teeth/imessage games, snacks

8. favorite time of day to write?

nights (it’s usually when i have time)

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?

i’d LOVE to write a thriller

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it?

i just leave the fic for a bit, i don’t really like to push myself about this cause i’m just doing it for fun

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult?

the easiest is the dialogues, i could write pages and pages of just dialogues in hours and the hardest is the smut dhjdd

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable)

it depends, is the antagonist? i ask myself how’d i feel if i were them, like a third party just trying (and usually failing) to get in between

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word?

i like “wet” i just... yeah.... and least favorite i don’t really know tbh

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?

i like that people conect with the characters because i always put a lot of effort in making them realistic (as much as i can), i make them flawled and sometimes even messy but with good hearts and intentions, all of them are (even the antagonists). and my grammar OH MY GOD MY GRAMMAR

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?

hands down the ice prince fic. and funny thing is, i already had my prompt for the fic fest but i just couldn’t stop thinking about one particular prompt about a bratty prince and an alpha who hated omegas and the amount of POSSIBILITIES that had. two days later or so, the mods of the fest gave us the opportunity to pick another prompt if we wanted and the rest is HISTORY

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?

11 and single

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?

baby do we have TIME FOR THIS ONE?

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?

yes, always 100000000%

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?

angst, sadness, anguish, sorrow, jealousy, i love to hurt hearts. and it’s not an emotion but after they get together it’s really difficult to me to actually keep going (oh god dkdkdkkdd)

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?

that that’s okay to fuck up, that no matter the circumstances you have to respect your partner and TALK WITH THEM and that a person can be successful, independent and a badass while being soft and a c*mslut

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?

i think “write whatever you like, you’re not being paid for it anyways” is the best and only advise i’ve actually listened to

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?

it’s complicated cause my two favorites are abos and idk how that would work dkskkss but the ice prince and the alpha/alpha fic

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?

chronologically but i have a document apart where i write everything that comes to my mind at the moment, that one is A MESS

24. how do you handle criticism?

i think good, if it’s respectful

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?

trust yourself, have fun

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?

ANY type of positive feedback makes my day tbh

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?

none tbh dkdkks and louis, obviously

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?

about my stories, i love when people just come to rant to me about certain things the characters did and ask me why they did it

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?

it relaxes me a lot. i just can write for hours and hours and it just feels nice and in some way exciting

30. why do you write?

refer to question 29 kdkdkxk

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote

from the exes to lovers au:

The second hiccup of the night came in the form of his ex smiling to a boy sitting next to him on a couch. The boy had gorgeous, dark and wild hair, clear hazel eyes and a pretty pouty mouth. Their body language screamed attraction and that they both were ready to devour each other. Louis was familiar to the smile Harry was giving to him, bright and seductive, ready to give anything you asked for.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about

right now i’m very excited for the happiest season au, my “cliche story” au and for my exes to lovers au dksks i’m excited about a lot of my wips i’m so sorryjdjd

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of

from the alpha/alpha au:

“I’m not giving up on love,” He softly touched the hand that was still grabbing his thigh. “To me, love is like flowers. Each one needs a special treatment, if you give an orchid the same treatment you give to an iris, the orchid will die. Same thing with love. I’m not giving up on love, I’m just changing the treatment. We might not be an orchid, but we could make such a pretty iris.”

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s)

favorite first line from the sugar baby au:

Powerful people only end up with powerful people. The rest are just playthings in their lives. Louis Tomlinson was many things, but he wasn’t anybody’s plaything.

favorite last line from the ice prince fic:

“Who would have guessed…” Harry whispered after a while, smiling against Louis’ lips. “the dragon finally got to keep the princess.”

5a. link the last fic you read

HAYLEY’S MASTERPIECE

6a. link the last work you published

that’d be the ice prince fic

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable)

hereee

8a. someone that inspires you

louis teheeee

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year

god, again, there’s so so many of them, like the amount of authors i’m so grateful for, the list is infinite but these are a few that comes to my mind

all elote’s (@defencelesst) fics makes me really really happy and never fails to give me a cozy/wintery feeling, her louis IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING ON EARTH AND HER HARRY IS JUST PERFECTION, i’m in love with her descriptions and how she just takes you THERE. hanis @loulicate-recs always makes me smile so fucking hard. ris @falsegoodnight fics NOW.... well.... ris fics they make me smile but also make me want to throw my phone to the other side of the room BEST OF BOTH WORLD IG. MAR’S FICS (loubellies on twitter, idk their @ here i’m sORRY) ARE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS AT THE MOMENT, such a pretty louis IM SO IN LOVE WITH MAR’S LOUIS ITS UNFAIR

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag!

omg i’m probably so late to this and idk how many of you have actually done this so here goes nothing @allwaswell16, @runaway-train-works, @greenfeelings, @kingsofeverything, @thepolourryexpress, @larents