#or cannot regularly write their name

[tanadrin]

just spitballing here. but. English and many European languages are kinda interesting in that in lots of languages, names are etymologically transparent. older Germanic names were usually just a common noun or two: wolfstone. elf-read. bright-helm. but names are kind of weird as lexical items, and are apt to be borrowed and retained even when they're not lexically transparent (which they don't need to be, since they index people and not things or concepts), and lots of languages even if they once preferred lexically transparent names have acquired a large stock of names whose "meaning" is just an etymological curiosity. european languages really kicked this into high gear by borrowing a ton of latin, greek, and biblical names, and then borrowing and re-borrowing names from each other. i'm sure similar processes have operated in other parts of the world for centuries.

in english specifically, we've also had this phenomenon for centuries now of surnames gradually turning into given names. a lot of times this is because married women passed their names to their children as middle names, and middle names could then be re-used as first names, and of course a lot of times it's just that surnames became etymologically opaque, and if "chandler" doesn't mean "one who makes candles" to you, why not use it as a first name?

on top of that, surnames are also apt to cross language boundaries; English doesn't have a consistent system of phonetic spelling; and even within English surnames can exist in many slight variations which reflect minute linguistic differences or just variable spelling habits in the medieval and early modern period. in regions with high immigration you also have the melange of other languages' names entering your language, and often (though not always) retaining their spelling according to a different scheme. Sean, for instance, which is orthographically opaque in English, but perfectly phonetic in Irish

oddly names are one of the only lexical items in English which do not have a fixed spelling now--English did eventually settle on a preferred spelling for its whole vocabulary (though not a consistent spelling), except for personal names. if you spell your name shaun or shawn or sean, people accept these as normal variants of a common name. if you spell "brought" as "brawt," "brot," or "brotte," people think you're an idiot.

all of which is to say that even before you get into the social and psychological dynamics of why parents might choose to do so, the phenomenon of bestowing on your child (or even yourself) a name with a deliberately unusual or creative spelling seems quite historically contingent. that's pretty interesting.

[sporesgalaxy]

The people of Gaza are forced to live hearing unexpected gunfire at any time 💔. Fadel @fadel-dani regularly has to listen to terrifying sounds like this recording he sent me.

Fadel's health is already in critical condition; he has iron shrapnel embedded in his body which cannot be removed without expensive, difficult surgery.

His original gofundme was taken down without warning. At time of writing, his new gofundme still has not even reached €1,000 (3%) out of the €30,000 goal

The psychological distress that Fadel is under is immense because of his health, his lack of safety, and gofundme's cruel treatment of his campaign. He deserves to know safety and rest and to be healthy again.

Please, help Fadel so that he can survive!! Thank you ❤️

@redbuddi @ot3 @punkitt-is-here @turtletoria @paper-mario-wiki @omegaversereloaded @beetledrink @wolfertinger666 @taffybuns @sabertoothwalrus @isuggestforcefem @hotvampireadjacent @marxism-transgenderism

[pbeltarts]

Hey! I decided it might be helpful to have a reference post for all the details for the AU. I'll update this periodically as new things are revealed or added. - Bec

General Info

This Au is based on Pixie Hollow and the Tinkerbell movies/books! Most of it will lean on the movie lore, but will borrow some lore from the books as well. I also am making up a lot of lore myself to fill in gaps for the storyline or make the translation from MHA easier.

You can learn more about the lore of Pixie Hollow via the wiki!

>> The Fanfic is out and updating! You can read it here! <<

#MHAPixieHollow

Want to draw or write with the AU and share it? You can use the above hashtag so it'll be connected! I'll try to check this tag regularly so I can share your work! (This should work on tumblr and insta, but I cannot be certain for twitter/bluesky.)

#pixie asks

This is the tag I use on answers to askbox questions involving the AU!

Some General Guidelines:

While my AU has a plot line and is intended to have BKDK as the focus ship, I don't care/mind if you like the designs and want to draw your preferred ship with them! As long as you're nice to others, do what you want! (So even though I'm making this for BKDK, if you like KRBK and like their designs, I don't care if you draw/write that with the AU!)

I do have a storyline for the AU and am working on a fic with that, but! I love seeing others' creativity, so if you want to use the AU for your own writing, feel free! All I ask is that you don't claim anything as "canon" to the AU unless its been stated by me!

Its unlikely I'll be able to design every fairy from 1A or elsewhere, so if I haven't designed them and you want to come up with a design for the AU, do it! I'd love to see it!

If you like any of the art from the AU and want to use it for PFPs/Banners on your social accounts, you're free to do so! I'd prefer credit if you did, thanks!

Most of my work for the AU will be monochrome sketches, so if you want to color them feel free! All I ask is that you properly credit me if you share your coloring.

The Fairies

Izuku aka "Deku" - [design]

Talent: Dust Keeper Alchemy Info: Deku's wings are covered in black veins that creep onto his back and he cannot fly, even with the help of pixie dust. He's given blue pixie dust by All Might and works on alchemy experiments in secret in order to do multiple talents.

Katsuki aka "Kacchan" - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: One of the best fast flyers in Pixie Hollow, he has unique control over the winds. Constantly keeping Deku out of trouble.

Eijirou - [design]

Talent: Animal Talent Info: One of Katsuki's closest friends. He has a best animal friend, a turtle named Boulder, who he visits regularly and takes sun naps on his shell.

Denki - [design]

Talent: Light Talent Info: Playful and excitable, he has a habit of accidentally lighting himself up when excited.

Mina - [design]

Talent: Garden Talent Info: Fun-loving and overly social, she loves calling forward a bunch of colorful petals to surprise others.

Kyouka - [design]

Talent: Music Talent Info: Likes to play her guitar in various places in pixie hollow for her friends. Momo, the tinker fairy, makes and fixes her instruments.

Hanta - [design]

Talent: Scouting Talent Info: Specializes in using vines and ropes to restrain threats. A fairly laid back fairy who likes to bother his friends and laze about when avoiding orders from Hawks, the leader of the Scouting guild.

Ochaco - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: While not the fastest of the flying talents, Ochaco specializes in utilizing winds to create a soft floating affect. She's most useful in helping dandelions find their way to the pixie dust tree or assisting in soft landings.

Shouto - [design]

Talent: Light & Frost Talents Info: Shouto is a unique fairy where two dandelions were growing from the same stalk when it took flight to Pixie Hollow. Because of this, him and his intentional sibling became one when influenced by Pixie dust, making him both a Summer and Winter fairy. Because of this, he can do 2 talents and also survive in both climates for elongated periods of time. However, he cannot stay in one place for a whole year, and regularly has to move between the Summer Glade and the Winter Woods.

Tsuyu - [design]

Talent: Water Talent Info: One of the only Water fairies that willingly gets into water, though she doesn't submerge her wings and only stands in shallow ends. She calls Izuku "Izu-chan."

Tenya - [design]

Talent: Fast Flying Info: A very structured fairy, he doesn't like deviating from his schedule. He's considered possibly the fastest of the fast flying talents but his wind control is lacking.

Hitoshi - [design]

Talent: Dust Keeping Info: Always tired. One of Izuku's closest friends, he'll defend Izuku in his own way from others. Has some unspoken guilt that he maybe somehow was the reason Izuku's wings formed incorrectly.

All Might

Talent: Unknown Info: When acting as king, All Might presents himself in a full-bodied muscled form. But out of the public eye, he presents as a feeble older fairy named Toshinori. The other fairies outside of the Never Council and Fairy Inko don't know that they're the same people, which allows Toshinori to speak comfortably with others and keep an eye on Pixie Hollow from the sidelines. Izuku meets Toshinori and helps him with something, despite the task being far harder without the help of flight, and Toshinori sees how hard Izuku is trying and feels something special about him, so he gives Izuku a supply of blue pixie dust.

More TBA!

Other Characters

Eri

Eri is a human child whose laugh Deku was born from. She lives a difficult life.

Mirio aka "Lemillion"

Mirio is a blonde mouse and Eri's only friend, who attempts to look out for her and make her smile. Eri gave him the nickname "Lemillion" because it sounds like 'lemon' (because of his fur) and how he's 1 in a million.

More TBA!

F.A.Q.

What happened to Deku's wings? Can he not fly?

Deku's wings did not work since his arrival. They look different from others' wings and don't respond to pixie dust, so he cannot take flight. Because he was born from Eri's sorrowful laugh, there was not enough joy in it for him to form correctly. [You can see Deku's Birth comic here!]

What about [insert character name]?

I have plans for most of the main cast from MHA, but not all of them will be fairies. As for other characters, like students from 1B or other NPCs, I don't have solid thoughts for all of them and really only think of them if I plan to insert them into the story so I probably don't have a role for them.

How did Katsuki and Izuku meet?

Katsuki met Izuku on Izuku's arrival day! He was the fairy to see Izuku's dandelion come into Pixie Hollow and aided it to the Pixie Dust Tree. [You can see the comic here!]

Is this a fanfic or comic I can read?

Right now, all that exists are the little snippet comics and drawings I've made. However! I have a storyline in mind for the AU set roughly 6 years after Deku's birth, and I'm going to try to write it! I'll definitely share it when I'm able.

Will there be other ships in the AU other than BKDK?

Probably! But I haven't given it much thought or focus yet.

Can I cosplay your fairy designs?

ABSOLUTELY!! And please show me because I will cry.

Am I allowed to do fanart/write something for the AU?

OF COURSE!!! Please please share it with me too I'd love to see it! You can also use the tag #MHAPixieHollow !

More TBA as needed.

[captain-marble]

silly thought that i’ve been rotating at might write someday (although knowing me…)

anyways!

someone gets mad and pranks the justice league by releasing clips of their embarrassing moments on tower (nothing that could reveal identities but still embarrassing)

it’s stuff like marvel failing at cooking

batman being sleep deprived and trying to parent different league members (namely marvel)

flash running into walls and things (a lot)

superman being afraid of a shoe and litterally leaping into the air to get away from it. (it was green)

anyways everyone find this hillarious and the members are a lil mortified. But fawcett takes it into their own hands to give marvel food (litterally he has too much food to know what to do with) to the point he ends up like going around sharing it with the homeless kids and stuff

not only that but the league decide to take it into their own hands to teach marvel. cut to videos being released of marvel learning to cook with different leaguers

superman: marv can you pass me a rolling pin? so what you’ve got to do is-

marvel looking at a pot of utensils questioning…. before tentatively holding out a masher: ?

superman: (blinks)

supes probably teaches him how to make apple pie and talk about how if you don’t use the sugar you can use the pie crust to make savoury pies too and blah blah life hack. his parents probably mean he’s the worst offender for trying to shove food or recipes onto marvel

hal and barry prolly teach him how to make like single guy with a shitty job type grind shit that’s like carb loaded and you can just bulk make and store ands got everything you need (cuz they always busy as hell and ain’t rich or anything so don’t got the time or stuff to make tons of food) (it kinda looks like struggle food but yk it gets them through)

hal: so yeah you just dump everything in and if it starts to look radioactive then you know it’s cooked-

billy ‘orphan street rat will eat anything’ batson: damn bitch you live like this? /silly

diana teaches him a greek dish from her childhood that she thinks marvel would feel nostalgic for (i mean billy doesn’t but he remembers eating it in past lives and the thought diana put into it really comforts him)

bruce either a) refuses to teach marvel anything as he himself cannot cook and won’t let the work know that (as all of these cooking videos have been being leaked to the internet who are EATING IT UP like it’s not just fawcett anymore everyone loves cap now becuase you can tell he’s just that authentic cuz his ass does not know these are being filmed) b) cannot cook so it ends up just being a hot mess c) they learn to make a new recipe together d) he has alfred teach him how to make something so he doesn’t embarrass himself e) he teaches marvel how to make struggle food that’s worse than hal and barry’s

marvel: aren’t you funded by a billionaire?

batman: hm

marvel: batman….damn bitch you live like this???????????

everyone just dogs on batman online for like banging bruce wayne (no one believes that the butts match :/ ) and yet still being ass at cooking, like bro is at nuclear levels of damn you live like this with his struggle food

anyways cap finds out about the cooking with cap vids and immediately gets all embarrassed that people know he sucks at cooking, fawcett lay off a little on giving him food now they know that the JL are helping him, but he regularly receives copies of old cook books and someone’s nans favourite recipe and stuff and he’s taking home enough food from the JL to actually eat well and is therefore a lot happier and so the JL are like wow marv really likes cooking, and so at least like once a week (usually more) someone (or sometimes just he will) will cook with him and he’ll take home the left overs (if people eat any otherwise he just takes it all himself (despite him frantically offering the food out to people cuz he feels bad for taking so much))

years later when the identity reveal happens they’re like wow??? this makes so much sense???? i’m so glad we’ve been inadvertently feeding the homeless child??? yippee for him not starving and being more healthy that he would’ve been????

but yeah it’s so silly and i think billy would actually love having the chance to eat foods he’s never had before, especially where he spent so long on the streets that he kinda was forced to like ration and buy cheap food, so like he’s being treated by trying new foods and risking not liking it and stuff

but yeah i just think cap cooking and baking is neat teehee

[getaapologist]

I shouldn't even request because I'm too much of a creature of habit, but I'll never stop wanting both Geta and Caracalla to get some love (they're touchstarved and desperately need affection)!!!!

A/N: In my writer's block, I tried to write something different. So here's a little Caracalla? I'm not sure how to write him yet, but I just needed to write SOMETHING or I'd lose my mind. I will return to Geta as soon as I can. Hope you get something out of this! Hopefully I will be back to writing your regularly scheduled programming soon.

Copper hair. Seafoam eyes. A wide grin. 

An apology tumbled from your lips. You knew you should not be here. But with the hour so late, surely he should have been asleep. Not in the gardens. No, at night, this was your haven.

And yet.

“Please, don’t mind me,” he spoke, his words both hurried and unhurried at the same time. Like he was scrambling to form thoughts as quickly as he could, as coherently as he could, before he lost them. But he wasn’t used to living his life at anything other than a snail’s pace.

“The hour is late, Emperor,” you noted, asking the question without asking.

There was a flash of something in his eyes. His grin slid wider. 

“Dondus,” he answered. As if that explained everything.

“Emperor?”

He looked up, much higher above, and your eyes followed, a screech announcing the reason for the surprise visitor to the gardens.

“Dondus,” he repeated, clarifying.

“Oh.”

The monkey flitted about, hopping from branch to branch gracefully, at home in the treetops. 

“Sometimes this is what it takes to get Dondus to sleep,” Caracalla explained, taking a few steps forward. “Too cooped up, I guess.”

“I can understand that.” 

You could. It sounded uncomfortably familiar.

“You are also up late…” he said, also asking without asking.

Heat filled your face. Head bowed slightly, your hands squeezed each other before you. “I–It’s too warm in our quarters, Emperor. For me, anyway. I cannot sleep.”

Who am I to burden an Emperor with these small problems?

“Too warm? Do you not have a window?”

Embarrassed, as if you had built the palace yourself, you shook your head ‘no.’

His brows furrowed. Confusion. Indignance.

“It is an interior room,” you added, as if to ease his reaction.

He said nothing more about it, but he was visibly occupied with the information.

Standing there awkwardly, you allowed yourself to look upon him. He wasn’t an intimidating figure, not like his brother, and it added to his unusual charm. He appeared much younger than his brother, despite them being the exact same age. Down to minutes. Minutes that made all the difference, it seemed.

He was cute, in his own way. Like Cupid, youthful and meddlesome. The story of Cupid and Psyche came to mind, but you pushed it away just as quickly. He was an Emperor. Not someone to have daydreams about. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, interrupting your thoughts.

Embarrassment filled you. You scrambled to piece words together in a way that wouldn’t offend or betray your true line of thinking.

“You are not what I expected.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my brother does his absolute best to portray me as some monster,” he frowned.

Panic, concern. “That is not what I meant, Emperor. I only mean… you are… charming.”

A large smile spread across his face. A glint in his eye. Pink dusting the tops of his cheeks and ears. 

He was blushing.

“What is your name?” 

His question did not frighten you as it could have. He sounded genuinely curious. 

You provided him with your name quietly, cautiously, as if it was some secret. Even as he repeated it, it felt forbidden.

“I imagined you as more of a ‘Luna’ myself,” he admitted. 

Whatever gave him that notion, you couldn’t pretend to know. But it seemed so very Caracalla. 

Glancing up overhead, you could see the moon looming large, bright and full, in the sky. 

“Uh, I am sure you may call me whatever you like, Emperor.”

“Good,” he beamed, approaching you. “What do you do here?”

It felt wrong to be looking upon him, to be holding a conversation like this with an Emperor. But the flicker of excitement that bloomed with each passing second couldn’t be denied.

“I work in the kitchens.”

He brightened at that. “So I have you to thank for our delicious meals?”

You quickly dispelled that notion. “No, no, I am no great cook, Emperor–”

“Caracalla,” he corrected.

“I–what?”

“We are friends by now, surely,” he chuckled. “The ‘Emperor’ stuff is so boring.”

This felt so significant. And yet, it seemed like no big deal to him. As if he were just exercising a preference and not doing away with a layer of formality.

“I, uh, I prepare some ingredients, Caracalla. In the kitchen.”

“A noble task. Someone must. I’m glad it is you.”

Heat fills your face at his warm praise. To feel such a thing is dangerous. Because you will never want it to stop.

Caracalla laughed as Dondus leapt out of the tree and sought purchase on his shoulder, tiny hands grabbing the cloth there tightly. 

“That is our cue, I believe, mea luna. It was nice meeting you.”

“It was also nice meeting you, Caracalla.”

And it was. He was quite different from how you expected, with how his brother fretted over him. Perhaps a little unusual, but you didn’t mind that at all.

“Mea luna,” he smiled, “I’ll keep your secret.”

“My secret, Emperor?”

A wink before he turned, walking out of the gardens.

“Wait, Emperor!” you called out. “What secret?”

You got no answer.

[prettieinpink]

MAKING YOUR PHONE TO BE INTENTIONAL

MAKE A VISION BOARD WALLPAPER. Create one that aligns with your goals and dream self, so that every time you pick your phone up, you’re reminded of your goals and future vision. Also, great for manifesting! 

KNOW YOUR APP’S PURPOSE. For me, tumblr is a way I share advice and learn, YouTube I also learn from others, pinterest I get inspired, netflix is a way for me to unwind etc. If for any app, you cannot name a proper purpose/intent to use it daily or to help with your goals, delete it. 

DECIDE WHICH TYPES OF APPS YOU WANT. If you have a new phone, or you want to completely reset your phone, write or type, the apps, that you want and those you don’t. 

E.g I want to learn a language, practice mindfulness on the go, get some mental gratification that isn’t addicting, organise my life better and have a way to track my progress. I don’t want apps that support doom-scrolling, make me compare myself and are addictive. 

BE MINDFUL OF WHAT YOU SIGN UP TO. Newsletters, social media, subscribing to YouTubers and so on, just think about your goals and vision and if they align with them, every time you think about signing up/subscribing. 

HAVE NO PHONE TIME/ZONES. For me, my phone is not allowed to be used in bed. If I must use my phone, I have to get out of bed first. My phone is also not allowed during study time, so I put it in a separate room which makes it inconvenient. 

REGULARLY DO A DIGITAL DECLUTTER. Delete any old contacts that you don’t talk to, unsubscribe from newsletters and YouTube channels, organise your socials etc. Removes space and helps us to see our phones with more clarity. 

SET PURPOSEFUL WIDGETS. These can be anything, motivational quotes, your daily to-do list, reminders of your habits and so on. However, make sure you’re looking at them and they're not just taking up space. 

[walpu]

I'm coming at you with the speed of thousand asteroids affectionately and hit you with a "your writing is awesome!"

Also, may I request an Aventurine x The Nameless!reader.

Thank you very much and have a nice day :D

Thank you so much for your kind words and for the request, it was so fun to write <З

Hope you'll enjoy it, have a good day as well 💛

Aventurine x The Nameless!reader

characters - Aventurine

notes - gn!reader, fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort. Once again, no beta. I'm so sorry.

Aventurine

Considering that the Astral Family and it's members are pretty well-known (everyone seems to know at least their names) he has probably heard something about you even before you first met him.

I can imagine your first meeting going like this: he casually approaches you, acting all buddy-buddy, and says something like "ah, mx , who knew I would meet you here of all places <З".

If your first meeting was during the Penacony quest get ready for him calling you "friend" in this sassy voice of his 💀 Yes Aven we all get it you don't have any actual friends calm down

Can imagine him trying to get closer to you by painting your potential partnership as something mutually beneficial. You could use a friend from the IPC, right? And he wouldn't mind having some connections with a "brave and honorable" Nameless. So why don't you join him for a glass of wine, hmmm?

When the two of you will eventually get closer this mf will get clingy af. Yeah I've mentioned it already in my previous post but you being one of the Nameless opens up so many new perspectives.

Visits you on the Express regularly. If he comes when you're not here, he'll wait for as long as he can for you to come back. Sadly, Aventurine is a busy, busy man. So he can't wait for long. Will leave small notes for you tho, to let you know that he was there but you didn't grace him with your presence

If you come back when he's waiting, Aven will play it off as if he himself just got there and didn't have to wait for you at all, saying somethin like "Oh look, here you're! And here I thought I would have to wait for you, haha. Seems like luck is on my side today~"

He doesn't want you to worry, after all. Also. He wants to save some face. Pom-Pom will rat him out anyway.

Speaking of Pom-Pom, they're probably sick of him at this point lol.

Would ask you about your adventures and listen very closely to every story you may want to tell. He can't help but smile softly while listening to you, he just loves seeing the passion in your eyes. Doesn't matter if the story is about you dragging the Trailblazer away from the trash cans in Belobog (or worse - admiring the trash cans with them), he will still look at you with the same adoring smile.

If you ask him what he's been up to during the time you where gone, Aven would simply laugh it off and say that his boring IPC stuff cannot compare with your bizarre adventures so it doesn't even worth mentioning. Reassure him that you don't care if it's boring, you just want to hear about his day regardless of how it went.

Sometimes he can't help but feel jealous. You're free to travel, to do whatever you want. You have this sparkle of excitement in your eyes every time you tell him about your travels. And he has nothing of it. Simply can't have.

He doesn't have any negative feelings towards you, of course. Mostly some bottled up bitterness toward his fate and himself.

He gets a bit lost in his own head every time he starts feeling this way. Please take his hand and invite him to join you during your next adventure. He will laugh softly and tell you "maybe next time, darling". Even if he doesn't know when this "next time" will come the thought of it, of you wanting to share your precious moment with him, fills him with hope.

Adores when you bring him small gifts from the places you've been. It doesn't have to be something big, really. Just the thought that you were thinking of him when the two of you were apart is enough.

Don't forget to send him pictures of yourself!!!! He wants to know how his dearest darling is doing even when they are freezing their ass off in Belobog.

Would sometimes surprise you by showing up on the planet/space ship you're currently staying on. Aventurine rarely can't stay for a long but he cherishes those short moments when he can just walk around and do nothing in particular with you.

Usually when he visits a planet it has something to do with the IPC's business so he only has time to do his job and. Well. Gamble. Maybe buy some new clothes too if he has enough time.

But with you he can actually explore the planet. You bring him to the local restaurants, small tea shops, seemingly small and insignificant places. But it’s places like these that reveal the real beauty of the planet. He slowly learns to appreciate it when you're by his side.

[sugarushwriting]

enhypen ot7 — human blood bank series

season 4

prologue

“what if i told you, i want you, but i see your heart is pure?”

jay watched from afar as you celebrated you 21st birthday. his heart fluttered in joy seeing you smiling around your friends, enjoying your time out.

he sat on top of an old building overlooking the main downtown city near campus where all the bars were that the university students would regularly attend.

jake sat next to him.

“jay, times running out.” jake sighed.

jay furrowed his brows. he looked up to the full moon. “she’s not ready yet."

“what if i told you i’m a monster, don’t come closer?”

down below, you giggled at something your bestfriend said, covering your blushing face. not watching were you were going, your feet tripped over one another, landing you into a hard body of someone.

“watch it there,” his deep voice sent chills through your body.

you looked up drunkenly to the man with blonde hair, with a frown, then smiled, “sorry sir.” you saluted.

the mysterious man couldn’t help but chuckle at your golden presence. “watch were you walk sweetheart, didn’t anyone tell you beware of the monsters that lurks in the shadows of the dark?” he smirked, showing off his sharp canines.

“riki.” a female’s voice said from behind him. he turned seeing his younger sister waiting, “heeseung is waiting for us.”

“i’m coming iroha.”

“riki? cool name!” you smiled up at him, and riki himself got chills.

“to you it’s ni-ki.” he grumbled.

“rude you big grump!” you replied when he turned his back to you.

“out in the world you’re just an angel, but here in the dark my sacrifice.”

“jay, we need to know she’ll be willing to give herself to us for eternity before approaching her.” sunghoon paced back and forth in the main house.

jay sat with one leg crossed over the other, a bourbon on the rocks in a glass held tightly in his left hand.

with a scoff he said, “and what exactly do you expect us, me, to do about it? we can't coerce her. she has to be 100% willing to do it on her own.”

“why not just fucking ask her!” jake shot up from his spot on the couch. “worst case scenario she says no, cries, or calls us some blood leeching monsters, then we just need to erase her memory.”

“and we need to do it fast, riki is on her trail.” sunghoon sighed.

“what if riki gets to her first?” jungwon asked.

“oh newbie, you have a lot to learn about nishimura riki, aka ni-ki.” jake shook his head.

“i got desires, baby girl, you got desires too. wanna write my name upon your skin.”

“why her, brother?” iroha rolled her eyes impatiently at her oldest brother as he sat across the table from heeseung.

riki twirled the knife in his hand like it was some toy. “just a desire of mine.” his eyes sparked with excitement. the want and need to mark you.

“nah, there’s something more to her, and you’re not telling us.” wonhee leaned in closer, elbows to knees.

“i just need her before the enhypen brothers.” riki answered softly.

his chair creaked underneath him as he approached the board with pictures of you, your family, friends, yarn, thumbtacks, and post it notes.

heeseung observed from his seat, watching the youngest, but one of the strongest vampires on earth.

“aren’t you two part of the enhypen brothers?” wonhee asked.

heeseung laughed out loud, “that’s comical!”

riki quickly turned around, “we once were.” and with a smirk he turned back around.

wonhee looked at iroha with big eyes.

“long story.” heeseung waved off.

“tell me, all your deepest, all your bad desires.”

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[daydreamsinrosie]

Competition: Draco Malfoy x HP’s sister! Reader headcanon, Part 1.

Hi everyone, I hope you enjoy this off the wall impulsive thought that I had to write out! Let me know if you would like a part 2 😊.

Themes: Harry is a distant brother, Draco bullying the reader a little, feeling isolated/unwanted, tension!!! (Not sexual).

Being the twin sister of the boy who lived doesn’t live up to the supposed title. In fact it means nothing when you were raised separately and behave simply as strangers towards each other.

Never mind being placed in a different house, finding yourself growing up in the walls of Ravenclaw tower with books and a couple of companions as friends.

However, one way you stand out is your intelligence. Smart is an understatement when you’re regularly competing for the top grades and have your praises sang by Professor McGonnagall, drawing the ire of Hermione and half of Gryffindor House.

“Exceptional. Some of you would be wise to follow Miss Y/N’s lead”. The statement wasn’t enough to hide Snape’s disdain of having to be nice for once, resulting in a small laugh from you and then you getting detention reorganising the potions stores for supposed “immaturity”.

Despite the accolades, you can say you fall under the radar and mainly prefer this. Five years in and you know your place at Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy however, doesn’t.

Draco isn’t sure what kicked in during third year, but all of a sudden you became the subject of his greatest desire and the bane of his existence simultaneously.

Of course, he can’t admit that.

He can’t admit that the flush on your cheeks when you answer questions slightly nervously in class gives him a feeling of pride that he can’t explain.

Or that seeing you dance with a Hufflepuff keeper at the Yule Ball led him to almost throwing his drink on any Slytherin who dared tease him about it.

And he definitely can’t admit that watching you play quidditch as Ravenclaw’s star chaser heats his entire body up and he now struggles to look away from you whenever you were near each other.

So how has he gone about showing any feelings towards you all these years? Bullying, namely.

“Professor Snape! Y/N over here has brother dearest’s penchant for attention seeking, just look at what she’s tried to do with her Sleeping Draught!”

In reality, you had just followed the instructions but had attempted to also brew a remedy to repel any sluggishness from the potion.

“Five points from Ravenclaw for sheer cheek, you should know better than to think fame would work on me.”

Or the countless times he’s jinxed your legs in the hallways to where you simply cannot walk without tripping over yourself or someone else.

Or most painfully, the times he’s used Harry’s obvious disinterest in you as a talking point.

“At least brother Potter knows better than to associate with a teachers pet who eats lunch alone. You’re telling me even the ghosts don’t find you good enough company?”

You can say that you’ve been strong enough to handle most of this, but seeing a look in Harry’s eyes where he’s essentially admitting to agreeing with Malfoy was enough to bring you to tears several times.

Right now it’s the start of fifth year.

Draco’s prefect badge is glossy and reflects brightly on his green robes, and he’s ready to solidify his authority whilst waiting in the prefect’s carriage with Pansy gripping his arm for dear life.

What he doesn’t anticipate is seeing you walk through a few moments later, with a blue and bronze badge mirroring his and a small proud smile on your lips as you sit separately from the other prefects.

Truth is, it’s terrifying to be surrounded by people you know that don’t like you, but fake it till you make it right?

Not so easy to do when you get mainly the same patrolling times to Draco and he ruthlessly persues underclass men.

“Detention to you for liking the Weasley’s, and detention to you because a Hufflepuff staying in the greenhouse past curfew sounds lame.”

“Malfoy, they’re only first years.”

“Want me to give you detention for undermining your authority as prefect, Potter?”

You genuinely didn’t have a response to something so stupid, but sheer embarrassment doesn’t stop you from facing Malfoy directly and simply saying “I dare you.”

And from that evening forward, Draco does what he can to push you into confronting him as often as possible, only to turn the tables and create tension that neither of you can easily rid of.

Some evenings whilst checking classrooms, Draco has you pushed against a table wanting to see you push against him and see a familiar pink blush crawl across your cheeks.

Other evenings it’s flirting with you, only to turn it around and attempt to remind you (and possibly himself) that it means nothing and that he’d rather swallow bubotuber puss than be attracted to you.

And suddenly it’s later in term, post Ravenclaw and Slytherin match in which you contributed to the house’s 100 point lead before the snitch was caught, and now tasked with locating any rogue students switching between common rooms at late-night parties.

Despite assumptions otherwise, Ravenclaw and Slytherin students get along fairly well. Maybe a little too well because Filch and Umbridge seem to have problems with “endless snogging.”

It’s a phrase so daft it gets a laugh out of you and Draco, and suddenly he senses an opportunity.

“I wonder what they would think of the two prefects who also play quidditch snogging in the corridor.”

Thankfully you recognise it as bait.

“If only one of the prefects wasn’t an insufferable toad, that could work.”

“A Toad?”

“Worse than a ferret, I presume.”

And now you’re pushed against a wall with barely any air between you both with a glint in Draco’s eyes and his arms on either side of your head.

You’re not sure if it’s the forced proximity from being so close across this first term, but you recognise just how sharp his jaw has gotten.

And you also recognise how easily he can keep you close to him, his lips only an inch away.

Maybe having someone to snog isn’t such a bad thing really.

“I can promise you, you will regret those words.”

“Really? And how are you supposed to do that, Malfoy.”

Draco doesn’t know it’s the confidence in your voice or the look of determination, but he can’t help himself and before he can argue with himself his lips are on yours.

He’s rough, holding your face in his hands and making sure your lips follow his as you instantly melt.

Time doesn’t exist in the minutes between you two as you both focus on nothing but each other, moving your hands to feel the strength of his arms and wanting nothing more than bringing Draco closer to you.

A second passes and his lips briefly leaves yours, whispering “jump”.

You don’t need to be told twice, and now your legs are wrapped around his waist and his lips meet yours again.

Neither of you want to admit it, but you’re both dreading the moment this is going to end.

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

A/N: Here comes chapter FOUR! Oh wow. It's easier when I do this for fun. I don't feel that much pressure to write and put it out regularly. I think the pace of releasing new chapters will slow down soon, but I hope to finish this at least the way I want to.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: violence, blood

Summary: In Salem, Logan and Y/N have the opportunity to save the boy.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience.

Words: 5200+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Three

LOGAN HOWLETT - WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY

The sky turned dark blue, and the moon showed high up. Y/N’s eyes were locked on it, watching as it illuminated the whole world. She found nights to be her favourite - calm, peaceful. Everyone’s soul would rest as their heads would travel into the dreamland. Then again, sleeping was difficult and unpleasant when nightmares entered uninvited.

“What happened today?” Logan brought her back to reality with the question. “Why the tears?” 

She exhaled, annoyed by that question. “I talked with the Professor,” she said, not looking at him. “He told me about slipping from Cerebro. And I know you know.” 

His eyes never left the road. “I know. We all do. He didn’t tell us why it kept happening.” 

Y/N turned her head to him and observed his focused face. His hands were resting on the steering wheel. “He discovered the reason.” Logan looked at her for a brief moment. “It has to do with my mutation. In his words, it is all about protection. Somehow, it shields my brain from telepaths or any mind infiltration.” 

“I thought he read your mind,” he was confused. 

“He did,” she nodded. “Until he couldn’t again. My mind decides for itself, it seems. One moment, you can come in and have a peak, and then, the doors close, and you are left standing outside in the cold.” 

“You’ll figure it out.” 

“I already figured out other things. I am dumb and naive,” Y/N scoffed. “That realisation hurt like a bitch.” 

His eyes were back on her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? You are not any of those things.” 

She had to laugh. “Oh, if you only knew how many stupid things I did in the past. You’d then know that I am right.” 

“We all make stupid things,” he commented. “I have my own fair share of them.” 

Y/N shifted in her seat and turned her body to see him better. “Ah, will I learn something new about you?” she narrowed her eyes. 

“Only if you tell me more about your stupidity,” he grimaced at her. 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she lowered her eyes. The gear lever became more fascinating than anything else around. “My ex-boyfriend sold me to the lab,” she said timidly. 

“What?” his foot pressed on the break, the car coming to a halt. There was a stop sign that he almost didn’t see. “What the fuck?” He turned left on another road and continued driving to Salem. 

“I was barely nineteen when he found me and gave me a roof and food. He, Mars, was the leader of the group - Void.” She wasn’t ready to tell the story out loud. The fear of him judging her would be unbearable. Charles was sympathetic. Not a hit of judgement came out of his voice. Maybe Logan would be the same? “I’ve spent there almost four years before it went to shit.”

“Void? It sounds like Magneto’s ‘Brotherhood’,” Logan stated. 

“The Void consisted of mutants and humans. It was basically a criminal group. We would steal money, cars and do all sorts of shit,” she shook her head. “I am not proud of that part of  my life.” 

“What happened?” he was curious. 

Y/N huffed and closed her eyes. “Mars, such a weird name, could hypnotise people, manipulate them as he liked. He was a mutant. I didn’t know about it. Many of us didn’t. He used it to his advantage. He would force people to do things for him, even torture innocent people.

“At this point, I cannot be sure what was my own doing and what was his. All I know is he had me in the palms of his hands. It took some sweet nothings and a little attention, and this bitch,” she pointed at herself,  “fell for him.”

“So, you were in love,” Logan said after a while. 

“I think, I don’t know. Let’s say I was, but it was one-sided. Mars used me, used my power to protect him. He gave me some attention and fell for it.” She bit her lower lip, nervousness spreading over her body. “During that time with him, I did unspeakable things.” 

Logan noticed it was difficult to talk about that part. She twiddled her thumbs. “Why did he sell you to the lab?”

Y/N scratched her nape. “When I found out that he was a mutant and what was his ability - yes, it took me four years - I wanted to run away and never look back. Of course, being the stupidly brave woman I am, I went to confront him. Mars was one step ahead of me.

“The last thing I remember was hands holding me tight, pulling me away from him. They got me off guard and injected me with a drug. When I gained consciousness, I was locked in a cell. And thus started my five-year life as a lab rat, moved at least seven times around the country.” 

“Damn,” said Logan. 

“Dumb, blind, naive - that’s all I can say about myself. Lessons were learned. I thought about killing him, you know? A person like him doesn’t deserve to live. Who knows how many girls he had used since he sold me?” 

“If you had the chance, would you?” Logan asked, curious to know the answer to that. 

It took her a minute to admit it. “Yes. I would.” She reached into the pocket of her jeans and took out a black hair elastic. Her hands worked fast, and she brushed her hair into a bun. Some strands framed her face.  When her eyes found Logan staring at her, she gave him a faint smile. “You must think I’m crazy.”

“Not at all,” he admitted. “I’d do the same thing. Hell, I did it in the past. I killed people who used me and betrayed me. The list of people whose life I ended is long. I promised myself I’d never kill again. I quickly realised that’s not how it works in this world.” 

“You’d do anything to survive,” she added after that. “I did. You know the saying - I’d kill for love. And I did. Uh, maybe. I don’t know. Whether I did or didn’t, it doesn’t matter. There is blood on my hands. I have to live with that.” 

A gas station came into their view. Logan turned the car and parked on a free spot next to the building. “I’ll fill the tank, and then we can continue.” 

Y/N unfastened the seatbelt and stepped outside. She stretched her limbs. She went inside the building and bought two water bottles and a chocolate. As she was walking out, her eyes captured Logan filling the tank. Her eyes travelled over his body, admiring how well-built he was. Out of nowhere, her lips slightly curved up. There was a warm feeling in her lower stomach and even excitement. Where did that come from? 

He noticed. Logan saw her standing behind the glass door, holding the bottles and smiling at him. He flared his nostrils and moved his eyes away. Logan moved inside to pay for the gas just as Y/N walked out to the car. 

She put the bottles and chocolate on the roof. The smell of gasoline lingered around the place. One cigarette or a match, and the station would explode. Where was her mind going with this? 

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Two unknown men approached her. They were tall, one was bold, and the other had short dark hair. “Wanna hang out?” 

She hated this. Why did men need to talk to women when they were not interested? She glared at them. “No, thanks.” 

“Oh, come on, sweets.” 

She squinted at them. “I think you have trouble accepting when someone says no.” 

“Mouthy,” one laughed. “I like that.” 

“I suggest you leave me alone before-”

“Before what, sugar?”

Logan walked out, and his eyes fell on Y/N and two douchebags talking to her. “What the fuck?” he mumbled and walked straight to her. Instinctively, he stood behind her, giving the men death glares. “Can I help ya, fellas?” 

Y/N could feel Logan’s body heat radiating. He stood close to her, his front almost touching her back. She smirked, loving how the men’s faces paled. They stepped back. 

“I thought so,” Logan’s hand rubbed Y/N’s right shoulder and then walked around the car. 

Y/N winked at the men and stepped inside the car, smiling. She looked at Logan, who already had a cigar in his mouth, lighting it up. “Thanks.” 

“Eh, don’t mention it,” he said. 

They had another hour and a half before they reached Salem. Either they were silent, or they talked about random things. Y/N could still feel Logan’s touch on her shoulder, lingering there gently. 

“Will you tell me something about you?” she asked an hour later. “I told you about my stupidity. I’d like to know more about you. That is if you are willing to share.” He smiled and rolled his eyes. “You’ve said you killed a lot of people. Can you tell me more?” 

She noticed how he flinged. She must have hit a tough spot. Y/N wanted to apologise. Logan decided to tell her more. “I’ve seen wars, fought in them even.”

“Wars?”

“First World War, Second World War,” he answered. 

Y/N’s mouth almost fell to her lap. “Wait, what do you mean?” 

“I was born in 1832,” he announced. Watching Y/N’s face change a few times was amusing. 

“No shit,” she didn’t believe him. “You cannot be over 170 years old. You look not older than 35.” 

“I ain’t lying, bub,” he grinned at her. 

Y/N’s mouth kept moving. No words came out. Many thoughts were running through her mind. Her whole body turned to him. “Okay, it makes sense when I know about your regenerative healing factor. I didn’t think it would make you immortal.” 

“I wouldn’t say I am immortal,” he took a drag from the cigar. The air filled with its heavy smell. “I once was a boy who grew up, and then, the ageing slowed down until it stopped, or I think.” When he looked at her, Y/N’s mouth kept hanging open. He put two fingers under her chin and helped her close her mouth. “Careful, or something will fly in there.” 

Their eyes met. Logan’s fingers rested under her chin longer than necessary. When he pulled away, she wanted to scream to put them back there. 

“So, both wars,” she tried to resume the topic. 

He wrinkled his nose. “Civil war, Korean war.” 

“Holy shit.” 

“Here’s the thing -  I don’t remember much. At some point, before I even came to the school, I lost my memory. Charles helped me restore some. There are big chunks of my past I still don’t know. I have concluded that it’s for the better.” 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” she said. 

“No, it’s fine,” he waved a hand. “If you can share bits and pieces, so can I.” 

When they arrived in Salem, it was after midnight. Logan decided to park the car farther away from the lab. It wouldn’t be wise to drive all the way there. Once they left the vehicle, they walked through a calm residential district. The lab was around a ten-minute walk from there. 

The air got colder, and the moon got lost behind the clouds. The wind rose. There were signs it was about to rain. 

“We’ll keep it simple, Y/N,” Logan started to talk, explaining the plan. “We will look around the perimeter and map the surroundings. We count the guards and the security cameras and then leave.” 

“What if-”

“No,” he stopped her. “I will not let you risk your life without a back-up. Last time, the place was packed with armed men. I don’t think that changed since then.” 

There was no point in arguing. “Fine.” 

When they approached the facility, the place looked almost similar when she left it. There was a part of the building demolished. It used to be her escape window. One of the locked mutants wrecked that side with their ability. And yet, it brought her a lot of unpleasant memories. Her stomach turned upside down. 

Together, they moved around the demolished side until they were met with an entrance gate. “What the shit?” Logan mumbled. At the gate were only two men with guns. “Last time, there were twenty of them,” he stated. “The roofs were covered with them. Now nothing.” 

Shouting came out of the demesne. Then, there was the sound of an engine. Logan grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her to him, making them hide behind a thick tree. He kept her close while they watched a military truck exit the facility. 

“The boy is not here,” Logan stated. “This place is not what it used to be a few weeks back. It’s strange. We got satellite pictures a few days ago, and this was still a highly secured facility.”

When the truck was gone, they moved forward. The wall that surrounded the building was destroyed in many places. They would be able to get with ease. Y/N’s eyes travelled around the building. She knew a way in. She could still remember the interior. 

“We should go. The boy is not here,” Logan ordered, reaching for her arm. 

“No, wait,” Y/N stopped him. “I think this is the perfect opportunity to go inside. So far, there are not many guards. The lab, where they kept us, is underground. At least, that was a month ago. We have the perfect opportunity to look around.” 

He gritted his teeth. “I told you I will not risk your life. It is dangerous.” 

“Then stay here,” she talked back. “I’m here. I need to know. Even if it is only a little bit.” 

Y/N started to run away from him, heading to the fallen wall that was not guarded by the men. Logan cursed under his nose. What was he expecting? That woman was stubborn as hell. Before he lost her, he decided to follow her. His conscience wouldn’t let him let her go alone.

Y/N was careful when she entered the estate and ran to the demolished part of the building. Peeking inside, she saw a destroyed room filled with bricks, wood and damaged furniture. The interior was dark. There was nothing useful for her. Her eyes noticed light coming from the other side. It was a hallway leading further into the compound. 

Her feet automatically took her there. She walked over the bricks and stones until she reached the hallway entrance. If she remembered correctly, it led to a security room. 

A hand gripped her above her elbow and pulled her back. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Her eyes found angry Logan standing close to her. 

“There is a security room down the hallway,” she whispered. “We will be able to see more.” 

“I am so pissed right now,” he growled. “We had a deal.” 

“If I see a chance, I will take it,” she spat back, trying to keep her voice low. “Now let me go. Please. I must know more.” 

As much as he hated it, Logan let her go. His claws got out, ready to be used if necessary. Logan walked close behind her, protecting her back. They reached the end of the hallway. 

“Shit,” she cursed. There were dead bodies on the floor, covered in blood. It felt like a slaughter room. The scent of copper hit her nose, and she wrinkled it. She observed the dead bodies and discovered they had many bullet wounds on their bodies. It was all fresh. “We’re not alone.” 

Logan started to sniff the air, sensing something was off. Y/N approached the screens and looked at all the cameras installed around the place. There was another military vehicle outside that they didn’t notice. More men surrounded it. They wore different uniforms than the dead men in the security room.

“They are here for something,” she commented as her eyes drifted from one screen to another. “They are here for JJ,” she gasped when she found a screen with JJ’s cell. 

Logan got to her to see with his own eyes. The eleven-year-old was sitting in the middle of a cage, visibly distressed. He had a white gown on. No other mutants were present. As they watched, they saw men come to him, pointing guns at the innocent child. 

Unexpected. That’s how it could be described. How was it possible that the last time Y/N saw him, they wanted to take him away, and now, he was here? None of this made sense. 

“Shit,” Logan gasped. He pointed at one of the soldiers who was closest to the camera. “They work for Trask. If they take him, he’ll sure be dead by the end of the week.” 

That was the push Y/N needed. Logan didn’t have the chance to react when she ran away from him, heading outside to the other military track. She was sure it was waiting there for JJ. 

Anger filled her veins, her whole body. Last time, she couldn’t help him escape. He got her out. She was too weak to return the favour. This time, Y/N was determined to get him out and destroy anyone who would dare to stop her. The deal she made with Logan was out the window. 

Y/N ran outside but hid behind the closest corner, watching. She waited for the window of opportunity. At least ten men kept guarding the vehicle. The back door was opened. Her heart was beating rapidly. Adrenaline was high. Fear knocked on the back of her head, telling her to run away and never look back. 

She potted JJ coming out of the building with a thick collar around his neck. The boy was almost bald and alarmingly bruised. Two big men guarded him by holding his shoulders from each side. Another three men were walking behind them, guns ready to shoot him in his head. 

What can she do with her protective power? It has some offensive moves, Y/N remembered the Professor’s words. They echoed inside her mind. She thought back to when her ability turned deadly. 

One last breath, and she ran towards the heavily armed men. The moment they discovered her presence, their guns were up, pointing at her. Y/N wrapped her body into a protective shield and rammed the men with it. 

Bullets were pointless. They weren’t able to penetrate the protective veil of blue. Y/N turned on her heel and faced the rest of the men. As much as they tried, no one could get through the forcefield. 

Two men grabbed JJ and moved with him away from the fight while the rest of them did everything in their power to kill Y/N. She kept knocking down the men like a house of cards. And then a roaring shout came from the right side. Logan’s claws penetrated the men’s bodies, slicing through them. Some managed to shoot him. 

“No,” Y/N shouted. For a moment, he forgot he was indestructible. And yet, she worried about him.

The usage of forcefield was draining her energy fast. The more she held it on, the weaker her body became. She ran towards the men who got JJ. “Let him go!” she screamed at them. “He’s a child!” 

They threw the boy on the ground hard, making him cry in pain. That’s when Y/N noticed the colourful bruises around his face, arms and legs. He looked sick and beaten. The gun was now pointed directly at his head. “Make a step, and I will kill him in front of your eyes!” 

Y/N didn’t make a move. Her eyes were fixed on the boy. “Let him go,” she said through gritted teeth. “He’s just a child. An innocent child that hasn’t lived enough.” 

Once Logan killed the last man, he walked closer to Y/N and the men. His adamantium claws were covered in blood, as were his t-shirt and the unbuttoned flannel shirt. When he discovered how the boy was close to being shot, he stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily. 

“Y/N,” JJ whispered her name. Tears gathered in his eyes. “Y-you came for me?” 

It broke her heart to see him like this. “Of course,” her voice shook. Her eyes moved back to the soldiers. “Let-him-go. I won’t ask again.” 

“No,” the soldier said strictly. “If you want the boy to live, you will let us leave with him.” 

The forcefield started to glitch a little. Everyone noticed it. Y/N had to focus harder to keep herself protected. One mistake and she could end dead. 

“What do you want with him?” Logan asked instead.

“That’s none of your business, mutant,” he barked. 

Y/N thought about her next move. Her head turned to bloodied Logan, who was breathing heavily. His body was ready to fight. The veins popped out of his neck and forearms. She sighed. Y/N got them into this mess, and she didn’t know what to do. 

“We need back up to Salem’s lab,” her ears registered one of the men talking to a walkie-talkie. “We have two other mutants on our radar. They are trying to get the boy. 

Her eyes blinked a few times. She didn’t have much time left. Y/N kept breathing through her nose. Deep inhale and long exhale. 

“Y/N,” she heard Logan’s concerned voice. 

Focus on the object you want to wrap in the forcefield and send the energy flying to it. That’s what the Professor told her last week during her training. Picture it. Project the vision onto it. 

Her eyes locked on JJ, who was shivering on the cold ground. With that collar around his neck, he looked like a slave. She could feel his fear. All she wanted was to protect him, keep him safe from this fucked up world. Her right hand stretched forward. In her mind, she pictured the boy wrapped around the veil, protecting his soul and body. 

That’s when she felt the energy leaving her body and covered the boy in a light blue and silver veil. For the first time, she created a forcefield around another person. When it happened, the man shot a bullet at him. It got absorbed into it. 

It was Logan’s cue to bolt out of his place and kill both of those fuckers who dared to hurt Y/N or the boy. Blood splashed around them, covering the grass and Logan. It took him a few slices, and it was over. Every soldier who wanted to kill them was dead. 

“Fuck,” Logan cursed and retracted the claws back under the skin. His eyes moved to the forcefield wrapped around the boy and glitching around her. She created two at the same time.

Y/N’s eyes got heavier. Something warm tickled her upper lip. She broke the energy. The veil disappeared from her and from the boy. She exhaled the last breath she held. Her knees gave up, and she fell to the ground. Her head was spinning. She felt this weak before when she escaped the lab. 

“Y/N,” Logan called her name when he fell to his knees next to her. He ran to her the moment she went down. He lifted her head and noticed her nose bleeding heavily. His big hands brushed her cheeks. He put a strand of hair behind her ear. “Look at me, bub. Come on, look at me.” 

“I’m,” she started to talk but failed. She gulped loudly and took a deep breath. “I’m fine.” 

“You’re bleeding,” he wiped the blood with the sleeve of his flannel shirt. It didn’t help much. “Can you walk? We need to move. More will come. We must leave.” 

She blinked a few times. “Yeah, I guess. Get JJ, and we can go.” 

Logan helped her to her feet and made sure she was stable. He turned to the boy who was kneeling on the ground watching them. “You alright, kid?” he eyed the child, checking if he wasn’t bleeding as well. Fear was evident on his face. “I will not gonna hurt ya,” his voice got softer. 

JJ got up on his feet and ran towards Y/N, throwing himself into her weak embrace. “You came for me,” he cried. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” her voice broke, and she kissed his head. “You are safe now, JJ. Logan and I will take you to a safe place.”

As much as he hated to ruin the moment, Logan stepped to them. His ears registered the sound of helicopters in the air. “We need to move. Now.” 

Y/N grabbed the boy’s hand, and they ran away from the facility and into the woods. Logan was two steps behind them, making sure they were moving. His eyes were more fixed on Y/N than on the boy. 

Suddenly, her body bumped into a tree. She had to stop and take a few breaths. Everything was shaking, and her vision got blurry. “Shit,” mumbled. She looked at the boy, then at Logan, frowning. Why were there two of each? 

The woods spun in front of her eyes. It took her a few seconds before she pushed her body off the tree and moved. Her hand never let go of JJ. This time, Logan’s arm found her waist. He kept it there for support. He didn’t want her to fall or hurt herself anymore. He could smell how drained she was. Logan held her until they reached the residential district.

“You good?” he asked her when they slowed down. 

“Just weak,” she replied. “It’s going to be okay. I’ve never held the forcefield for this long.” 

“You projected it around the boy, also. That’s a huge step,” he patted her shoulder. “I’m still pissed at ya,” he added.

“Sorry, not sorry.”

Logan turned around, eyes scanning the woods behind them. His instinct told him to move and leave. He smelled more soldiers searching for them. To their luck, the car was closer than anticipated. He unlocked the car and opened the door for the boy. “Get in,” he ordered. 

Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat and closed the door with a loud thud. She moaned. The sound was too painful. Once Logan got in, they were on their way away from Salem and back to the school. 

The tension inside the car could be felt until they were far away from the residential district. All of them relaxed when they connected to a main road. 

Y/N reached for her backpack and took out her denim jacket. She took off her hoodie and handed it to JJ. “Put this on so you’re not cold.” 

“Thanks,” he sniffled a little and grabbed the hoodie. He was only wearing a thin white robe covered in dirt. His legs were exposed, and he was bare feet.

Logan saw what she was doing, so he turned on the heat inside the car. Y/N grabbed a bottle she bought at the gas station and handed it to JJ. Then she gave him a piece of the chocolate. “Here, drink and eat some chocolate. It’s all I have now.” 

She watched him from the rear-view mirror, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. Her shoulders relaxed, and she exhaled loudly. As if the stress escaped her body when she saw him alive and well. 

“Everyone’s gonna be pissed,” Logan stated after a while. His eyes were on the road, here and there, checking the boy in the mirror. 

“I don’t care,” Y/N whispered. Her body rested against the car seat, eyes closed. “We didn’t plan on this.”

“Sure,” he scoffed. 

“No, we didn’t,” she opened her eyes and glared at him. “I would have left if it weren’t for the fact that soldiers from Trask came for him. Besides, if I didn’t intervene, we would have lost him forever.” 

“You don’t-”

“You said it yourself,” she snapped. “If they took JJ, he’d be dead by the end of the week. This was our chance. I don’t care that you are upset, disappointed or whatever. It had to be done.” 

Logan hit the steering wheel out of frustration. “Goddamit, Y/N. It was reckless to head inside without thinking. It could have gone to shits if there were more men.” 

“Enough,” she stopped him. “It’s done. We have him. He’s alive, and we made it out of there. End of story.”

Y/n turned her head to the other side. It was a sign that the conversation was over. She noticed a faint reflection of herself in the window. There was dried blood under her nose, lips and chin. She tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of her denim jacket. It didn’t work much. 

“W-who are you?” they heard the boy’s soft voice. He was still afraid. 

“Logan,” he said. 

“Y-you have claws,” JJ stated. “So you are like us, right?” Logan only grunted. “Where are you taking me?” 

Y/N turned around and faced the boy. She put a smile on her face. Her hand reached for his cheek and stroked it. “We are taking you to a safe place for people like us. It’s a school for mutants.”

“School?” his eyes sparkled. “There is a school?”

“Yes,” Y/N nodded. “You will be able to live there and learn. Many children are living their lives there. They helped me, too. Logan saved me when I escaped the lab.” Her eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold the cry but couldn’t. “I’m sorry I left you there. I’m so sorry, JJ.”

His smaller hand reached for her hand on his cheek. “It’s okay. You came back.” 

“No, no, it’s not,” she cried. “You got us out. I will be forever thankful for that. It upsets me that I couldn’t do the same for you that day. It took me a month.” 

Logan felt the pain in Y/N’s voice. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold himself back and not reach for her. The anger he felt was gone. Logan wanted to put her into his arms and protect her whole being from the world. When he saw the tears running down her face, he sighed. His right hand reached for her face, and his thumb wiped off the tears under her left eye. 

Her eyes met his. The touch was gentle, filled with something unspoken, new. “He’s fine. We got him out.” 

All she managed to do was to nod. 

“How long until we are there?” Jerome asked. 

“Four hours,” Logan answered when his hand left Y/N’s cheek and turned his attention back to the road. “Rest, kid. We have a long way ahead.” 

He wrapped his arms around his body, trying to warm himself faster. Y/N’s hoodie helped. He even put the hood over his head. It yanked the collar around his neck. “What about this thing?” 

Y/N observed the device. There was a small green light. It meant it was on. “We’ll figure it out once we are at school. They will get it off you.” 

“What does it do again?” Logan asked. 

“It suppresses our mutation. JJ cannot use his power while the collar is on,” Y/N explained. 

“I can use the claws to slice through it,” he suggested. 

Jerome’s eyes widened, and he gasped. “No,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “It’s dangerous. We don’t know what would happen if you’d try to destroy it like that.” 

“Okay. We’ll let Hank and Jean have a look at it. They will figure something out.” 

[seoulfulbliss]

Byun Euijoo

Author’s Note: ATP, I’m truly obsessed with &Team. If you had told me 5 years ago that I would be the biggest stan of Enhypen and &Team, idk. I might not have believed you. Especially since I refused to watch I-Land. BUT HERE WE ARE. Anyway, nerdy JuJu has been on my mind lately. I think he likes to act all cute and innocent, when really he is anything but that. So I had to write a lil horror smut for the Teamie fans 🫶🏾. 

(Friendly reminder, YOU DON’T HAVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORKS ANYWHERE.)

Ghostface! Euijoo x Black Reader 

Synopsis: Friday nights were supposed to be reserved for pizza and fun. Until a creepy stalker calls your place and asks to play a game. 

Content: Smut, themes of horror, nerdy EJ, stalker tendencies, down bad EJ, cameo from a concerned Nicholas, EJ isn’t so innocent after all, knife play, breath play, there’s a plot if you squint

Word Count: 5.4k 

For you, typical Friday nights were like paradise. After long grueling hours of school work and study, you simply wanted to relax. And what better way to do so than with a warm box of pizza, a glass of wine, and scary movies. It was Friday the 13th after all. 

Choosing pizza for dinner was the easiest option, but also your favorite choice. Since you can remember, Friday nights were pizza nights. It was a household tradition. That is… until your mother told you father that a growing child cannot be sustained on pizza alone regularly. So then pizza nights became whatever night your mother said they were. Which was less frequent than when your father was taking care of you. On the weekends your mother had to work overtime, your dad was definitely sneaking you pizza. And you both definitely got caught every time. But it was your thing, a tradition with dad. And you loved it. That’s how you found yourself ordering pizza on this particular day. 

Your parents were out of town for a week-long anniversary trip. Your dad could be romantic on occasion. That’s how you were born after all. Which should be surprising that your parents didn’t have more children after you. But your dad had gotten a vasectomy not too long after because his sperm was too potent (your mother’s words) and your mother had complications giving birth to you. So, you were an only child. Which would make sense that you were house sitting on your own instead of being holed up in your dorm on campus. 

Currently, you were on the phone with your friend Nicholas while waiting for your extra gooey, steamy pepperoni. It was basic, yes. But pizza toppings didn’t always have to be an art form. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, with a glass of wine. Sweet red blend, your favorite. A nice sweetness with a mature note to chase it down. Classic. Neither the sweet nor dry nature fought for dominance. It was just right. 

The lighting was low in the kitchen. The main source of light being the one above the stove. Nicho was droning on and on about Euijoo, the pizza delivery boy. “Come on, Y/N. You know the guy is a bit weird. He’s practically been in love with you since he first saw you a year ago. Seriously, he would not shut up about you. And then when he found out pizza was your favorite food, he got a job at &Slice! How many times has he delivered to you by now?” More times than you could count. 

Nicho took your silence as a greenlight to continue. 

“Exactly. Is that not weird for you? He knows where you live. He knows where your parents stay. I’m pretty sure he even knows what perfume you wear. The dude sniffed the air when you walked by yesterday and could name the exact notes of your fragrance. The notes, Y/N.” You giggled at that. Nicholas sounded so exasperated.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Nicho. He’s your friend. You introduced us.”

“He’s more of an acquaintance really. We just play basketball together with some of the guys from time to time.”

You roll your eyes. “Nicholas, that boy thinks he’s your best friend. Don’t be mean. Besides, he’s harmless. So what if he has a crush? I think it’s cute.” 

“Girl. Literally just last week he tripped when he saw you. Like he literally ate concrete for you. His palms SWEAT when he sees you. I’ve never seen a guy flush more at a girl than summertime heat. This is insane. He’s obsessed. And not in a good way.” Nicho states, tone taking on a conspiratorial nature.

“Wow. You’re such a conspiracy theorist.” By now, the glass of wine is doing you in. The buzz starting to stir beneath your skin. 

“It’s not a theory. It's a proven fact. You just don’t know what guys like him are capable of. He may seem like a sweet, innocent nerd. But I know guys like him.”

“Oh yeah?” You hum amusedly. “What’s a guy like him gonna do to me?” You down the last bit of wine in your glass. Turning to reach for the bottle to pour another, you catch your reflection in the patio windows. You are in your signature Friday night outfit. A cute dust pink fitted crop top paired with cheetah print pajama shorts topped with a pink bow. Your shirt had ‘pretty kitty’ on the front embroidered in pink font. A cute set always made you feel better after a long day. Pulling you out of your thoughts, Nicho’s one sided argument droned on. 

“The guy’s got twisted fantasies. Get a few drinks in him, and he starts spilling his guts to the world. He’s a walking diary when he’s drunk. Practically gets a boner every time you speak.” You snort. Your friend was ever the dramatic one. From childhood all the way up ‘til now. Nicho and you were joined at the hip. And every minute thing to you was a drama scene for him. He always had a way of dramatizing events. 

“I’m sure I’ll be okay with him delivering my pizza. For the fifteenth time, might I add.”

“Fifteenth time. Twentieth. Who cares? You’re giving him more ammunition. Next thing you know, he’s stalking you, watching your house.”

You giggle some more as you take a sip of your freshly poured glass. “Okay, now you’re just doing too much. I’m not Drew Barrymore, and this isn’t Scream. You’ve been watching too many scary movies.” Shaking your head, you step back into the living room. As comical as this is, you refuse to indulge him any further. He was totally cramping your horroresque style movie night.

“Maki agrees with me.” 

”Well, Maki can kiss my ass.”

“You know he would be glad to.” He quips back. 

“Nicholas, get off of my phone.” You burst out in laughter. Just as Nicho formulates a response, your doorbell rings. “Must be the pizza.” You state excitedly, setting your wine glass down. 

“Oh brother.” You can tell he rolls his eyes when he says it.  “Tell your little boyfriend I said hi, I guess.” 

“Goodbye, Nicholas.” You end the call as you slide across the hardwood floor to the door. Pizza always did excite you. But nothing excited you more than men who were down bad for you. 

It probably was not a good idea for you to answer the door like this. Tipsy, with your skimpy pajamas on. But your pizza delivery guy for the night was Euijoo. You know, because when you called to put your order in, he knew from the first syllable out your mouth that it was you. 

Okay, maybe there was a little validity to what Nicholas said. But his obsessive crush was sort of cute. And you couldn’t deny the way you felt when his boyish cheeks flushed a pink hue every time you made eye contact. It definitely got the girl downstairs wet. It was pathetic the way he acted, like a little virgin. That excited you. 

You knew you had a decent figure, your tits your best asset. The way he would look at you, you were certain he would worship the ground you walked on. 

Pushing that thought aside, you compose yourself and open the door. Standing on the other side was the tall, lanky boy with boba eyes. And he was wearing the stupid, dorky &Slice hat that went with his uniform. It only made you wetter. 

“Hi Euijoo.” You whisper up to him sweetly. EJ visibly flusters from your honey soaked voice. He pushes his frames up his face as he adjusts the pizza box in his hand. “H-hi, Y/N.” He stutters. It was cute the way he waved at you. Yeah, your pussy just clenched. 

“Thank you for delivering my pizza.” Batting your eyelashes, you take the box from him. Teasing him was so fun. He got riled up so easily. “Just doing my job.” His shoulders shrug in a manner that is supposed to be nonchalant, but clearly indicates he’s ready to explode. Stepping closer, you pull him into a hug. “Would you like a tip?” You whisper hotly against his ear. His ears, now a pretty shade of pink. So shy, how cute. As you pull back, you notice Euijoo gulping. Following his line of sight, you glance down at the pink top you were wearing. 

Ah, you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra. The cool autumn breeze made it easy to distinguish your hardened nipples under your baby tee. Finger under his chin, you direct his gaze back up to your face. Poor boy, his boba eyes looking more comical in widened panic. “S-sorry.” Stumbling over his words, he steps back. He looked ready to pass out.

Giggling at his panicked demeanor, you turn back to your house. “I’ll go get you a tip.” Hopefully that’ll help him cool down. Setting the pizza box down next to your wine glass on the living room table, you shuffle back to the kitchen. Your purse dangles on one of the island high chairs. Reaching for your wallet, you dig out a $20 bill. Trudging back to the doorway, you find EJ shuffling cutely as if feeling out of place. You step up directly to him, pressing the note to his chest. “Keep the change.” He grabs ahold of the bill as you pull away. “But, it’s too much.” He mumbles in surprise. You turn to step back over the threshold of your house. “Consider it compensation for putting up with my… neediness.” You whisper with meaning. His blush is back. Goodness, your lady bits were practically drooling. “Bye EJ.” You smirk and close the door. His jaw was definitely on the floor.

Giggling to yourself, you settle back into the couch to watch ‘Scary Movie.’ Little did you know, within the next hour, the horror entertaining you on the screen would soon be your reality. 

Belly full and three glasses of wine later, your phone rings. You don’t pick up at first, noticing it to be an unknown caller. That was your policy, never pick up the phone for anyone who was not in your contacts. You did not have time for scamming ass people. Just letting it ring, you go back to watching the movie. But whoever was calling must’ve been persistent, because the phone rang once again. Frustrated with the interruption, you press pause and answer the phone.

“Hello?” You hiss with annoyance. Your question is met with silence from the other end of the line. 

“Hellllooooo.” Again, more silence. But you can hear it, the distinct indicator that someone is listening. “I can hear you breathing, creep.”  Still, no one answers. All you hear is heavy breathing. So with uncomfortability setting in, you hang up once again. The call back is immediate. Almost like your number was on speed dial. UNKNOWN CALLER flashes across your screen again. Hesitantly, you pick up.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Don’t hang up again.” What seems to be a deeply modulated voice responds. “Well, are you gonna answer? Who the fuck are you?”

“Your new friend.” The voice replies. Finding the hilarity in the situation, you snort. This totally had to be a prank call. Some lame kid prank calling as a dare from his friends. The date sits heavy in your head as a reminder of it. Friday the 13th. 

“Well Mr. Friend, why didn’t you answer me the first time you called?”

“I was nervous. You’re too pretty.”

You scoff. “And how would you know if I’m pretty or not?”

“By your voice. It’s playful, alluring. A bit of mischievousness around the edges, melodious, and snarky. You sound like a confident person, so I assume you must be pretty.” You freeze at the analysis. Huh. Kind of hit the nail on the head with that one. 

“That’s… an interesting assessment.”

“Thanks,” the voice hums appreciatively. “It’s a special talent of mine.” And they say it like analyzing others was a hobby or sport. Not creepy at all…

“Riiiiiight… and what else should I know about you, Mr. Friend?”

“Hmmmm,” the voice trails off in thought before responding again. “Today is my favorite holiday.”

“Friday the 13th? That’s not a holiday.” You giggle, amused by the absurdity of the statement. Whatever the objective was, this prank call was definitely failing. “It is to me. I like the thrill of the scare. It gets the blood pumping.” You just nod nonchalantly into the receiver. Whoever this kid is, he’s definitely bored. 

“Okay. And what makes this holiday so special?” You get up to go to the kitchen. Clearing the living room table from the empty box and glass. You place the phone on speaker as you place the items in their respective destination, the trash and the sink.

“Well, it means I get to do what I want.” Now he seems to be amused, perhaps at the thought that you’re entertaining him. You decide to continue to play along. “And what do you want to do?”

“Play with your pussy.” And he says it so casually, like he didn’t just admit wanting to do an R-rated activity with you. Later, you’ll blame your lack of concern on the endorphins from the alcohol buzzing in your system. But for now, you chuckle teasingly at his admission. 

“Pfft. Wrong genre. Friday the 13th is typically about gore and horror, like you said. Ya know, with lots of stabbing.”

He chuckles back, like he has access to information in this game of cat and mouse that you are not privy to. “Hmmm, you like stabbing, yeah? Want me to stab your pretty, little pussy? I’ve got a real big knife.” Okay, that was kind of crude. Rolling your eyes, you lean against the counter no longer surprised by the shock value in the joke. 

“Haha, kid. You’re so funny.” You mock sarcastically. 

“Why do you think I’m a kid? Who says I’m playing?” There is shuffling on the other end of the line. 

“Seriously, jokes over. You tried and your prank failed. Call someone else.” You go to hang up the phone, when a sharp voice cuts through the phone.

“I told you not to hang up, Y/N.” The voice rings like a command in your ear. Woah, what was his issue? And how the hell did he know your name? Suddenly feeling freaked out, you ask, “How do you know my name?”

“Don’t you want to see my knife? I took it from the kitchen when you were watching television. Scary Movie, was it?” Chills run down your spine. That sobers you up. Whipping your head around to the countertop by the stove, there sits the wooden knife block. 

There is, in fact, a knife missing. “What the…”

“You know, you have a baaaad habit of leaving the patio door unlocked after you come inside from reading. You should really be more careful.” You had stepped out earlier to read. But nobody would know that unless they saw you. And what did he mean by habit? Had this person been… watching you?

It’s dawning on you now that maybe there is some truth to this game he has been playing all night. A method to this madness. 

“Have… you been… watching me? Stalking me?” You shuffle nervously to the patio door. You twist the handle. The door gives. It really was unlocked. Panicking, you shut the door tightly and lock it back. 

He chuckles into the phone, like it is something he knew you would do. “I wouldn’t call it stalking. More like bird watching, observing a creature in its natural habitat.”

“How long have you been doing it?” You back slowly away from the patio doors. You know in horror movies, the best way to not die is to not put yourself in a precarious situation, like with unlocked doors or your back facing an open space. It was all the opportunity horrorist assholes needed to take you out permanently. 

You can tell he smirks into the phone with that cocky voice, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Back against the wall, you meander out of the kitchen through the structured hallway to the living room. Passing the door leading to the garage. Your objective being to reach the front door to make sure it is locked. “You don’t scare me. My dad was a black belt and taught me everything I know about whooping ass. I'm not gonna fall for your stupid prank. Besides, my parents will be home any minute now.”

“No they won't. They went on a week-long vacation.” The blunt nature of the words stop you in your tracks. The only way he would know that is if…

“H-how do you know that?” The words tumble out of your mouth nervously. 

”I know lots of things. Like what color panties you’re wearing.” He chuckles, modulation picking up the raspiness of his voice. 

“That’s not funny.” Picking up your pace you rush to the front door and make sure it’s double bolted and locked. Back against the door, you face the stairs, shrouded in darkness of an ominous nature. 

“They’re black by the way. Lace thong, with pink hearts.”

You freeze in horror at his spot on claim. How could he have possibly known that? Almost as if he could read your thoughts, he responds. 

“I saw you playing with yourself earlier. You really do have a pretty kitty. Sticky, glistening, and good enough to eat. I want to have a taste.” A thud resounds somewhere in the house. Oh my god, he really was inside. 

“Who the fuck are you, you creep?!” You cry out, rushing to find an object to defend yourself. You pick up a metal candlestick holder from your mom’s centerpiece on the living room table. 

“Let’s play a game.”

“No! I don’t want to play a game.”

“I was thinking Hide ’n Seek.” He ignores your frantic cries. 

“I said I didn’t want to play your stupid fucking game!”

“Guess which room I’m in.” Then the line goes dead.

“Hello?” You whisper into the phone. Cursing, you see your phone is dead. 

Shit. Your charger was upstairs. And there was no telling where this freak was. If he could get into the house he was absolutely dangerous. You didn’t need to take any chances.

“Fuck this.” Moving back through the living room, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen, aiming for the landline your mother still used. Sometimes it really paid off to keep it old school. Just as you are several feet from your destination, a door creaks. In the hallway between you and the kitchen is the garage door. And that door is slowly opening. 

Panicking, you back up into the living room just as a black boot crosses the threshold. You follow the boots up the muscular frame of the body. The figure is dressed in all black. Horrified, you notice the ghostface mask adorning his face. And in his right hand, a knife. Your kitchen knife. 

The ghostface impressionist tilts his head to the side. Then, almost as if he’s grinning. He says, “Hello pretty kitty.” You scream and take off back into the living room as he chases after you. 

“Here kitty kitty.” You round the coffee table just as he reaches the other side. A stand off. Glancing at the distance between you and the stairs, you try to dart around the table but he cuts you off. You jump back as he strikes out at you with the knife. “Ah, ah, ah learn to play by the rules. No cheating.”

“What rules?! I told you. I don’t. Want to play. Your stupid. Game!” You shriek in frustration and fear. You raise the metal candle holder as he slinks back and forth around the other side of the table. It is clear between the two of you which one is predator and which one is prey. The way he stalks you is a heavy indication that you have the lesser hand. He chuckles lowly, voice modulation dipping to match the pitch in his voice. 

“We play when I say play.” A sob threatens to rip itself from the confines of your throat. You’ve never known pure terror like this, faced with a copycat masked man. Aiming to kill you. 

He takes a deep breath, “Fuck, I love this!” He exclaims like a jacked up junkie. “The adrenaline pumping, your scent in the air. I can smell your fear all the way over here. The scent of you drives me crazy. Notes of vanilla, hints of sandalwood, topped with a light layering of pistachio. You smell good enough to eat.” He leers.

Wait a minute. Sandalwood, notes of vanilla? Suddenly, clear as day, Nicholas’s words ring through your head. He can name the exact notes of your fragrance.

“Euijoo?” You whisper in confusion. The figure pauses for a short moment. Imperceptible enough, but the damage is already done. 

“Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He stalks closer to you. Closer to your side of the table than he had been before. “Y/N…” He tries to calmly placate.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” You scream, swinging the candle holder wildly. 

He clicks his tongue in disappointment, “Should’ve just let me play.” Then he is diving across the small space on top of you. You cry out as you both crash to the floor from the force. The candle holder rolls out of your reach. Slightly disoriented, you notice the knife within arms length distance. Just as you reach the handle, the heavy presence on top of you grabs your hand. Wrestling for dominance, the knife is pushed further away from you. Euijoo, who you assume to be the masked man, straddles you as his hands come around your throat. 

Gasping for air, you scratch at his gloved palms. He leans closer to your face. “It’s not so fun playing by someone else’s rules, huh? You think you’re so cute wearing this skimpy outfit, testing my patience. Haha, you’re so funny.” He muttered menacingly.

“Eui..joo..” You whimper pathetically, struggling to move with his weight pressing into you. 

He shakes you up a bit. “Stop saying that fucking name. Euijoo, Euijoo,” he mocks in a whiny voice. 

“He’s not here right now. But I am. And I’m gonna ruin you.” 

Just as he reaches back over for the knife, you push his face and buck him off of you. Gulping in pockets of air, you dart towards the stairs. Looking over your shoulder, ghostface is already standing, knife back in his hand. Fearfully, you turn forward and dash up the stairs. 

“Here I come, pretty kitty.” And he’s taking off after you. His long legs descend upon you quickly. The soft light emanates from your bedroom door. You can make it, you know you can. You hit a sharp left, making a break for it. If you could just find a charger, then maybe—

 But it truly is sad how quickly he corners you. 

Just as you book it across the threshold to poorly tailored freedom, a hand reaches out to grab you. Trying to shake him off, you turn to close the door. But it is too late, his boot is denying that escape. That’s how you find yourself backed into a corner on the other side of your room. He shuts the door behind him slowly. Not good. The knife glints in his hand as a reminder of how this all started. 

“Please.” Your trembling lips whimper as you flatten yourself further into the wall. “Aw, what are you begging me for, little kitty?”

“Please don’t hurt me.”

He tilts his head to the side in that weird way he had been doing since he first stepped foot in your house. “But I don't want to hurt you. I told you, I wanna make you feel good. But you’re being stingy with your kitty. And I wanna play.” 

“No, I’m not gonna let you—” But the words die on your lips as he rushes forward and grabs you.

“No!” You scream as he throws you onto the bed. 

“Ghostface says yes.” He pushes you face down, ass up. The hand he is forcing your head down with, the same hand holding the knife. And you can feel the handle digging dangerously into your neck. You yelp as his other hand comes down on your cheeks. 

“You’re wearing this skimpy outfit, teasing me all night. Making me chase after you.” His hand smacks your ass again. “That’s not nice. Ghostface would’ve played fair if you played by the rules.” You cry out as he kneads your ass before slapping it harder. “That’s okay, I’m gonna take my time playing with you.” 

“No, please.” You whine into the sheets.

He leans over your frame. “I like when you beg.” Then he’s pulling back. You hear rustling behind you, before a warm hand caresses your ass cheek. He took off a glove. You recoil as he slaps it again. Then, he pulls your pajama bottoms and panties to the side. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans. Your glistening kitty is right in his face, and she is extremely wet. “All this for me? Ghostface is flattered.” 

“No…” you trail off pathetically. His gloved hand jerks your head up. Damn, your braids were gonna be sore. 

“Lying isn’t cute, doll. Look at her clenching around nothing. You sure are aroused.” Then his fingers are dipping into your heat. You mewl as he caresses the wetness between your legs. 

“Fuck, this stupid pussy’s hungry for me. Drooling all over my fingers.”

Your legs quiver at his ministrations. His long fingers hitting all the right spots. Then they curl upward, and you are seeing stars. “Ohhhh, does pretty kitty like it when I do that?” He curls his finger up in the same manner. You jerk forward against your comforter as you sob into the cloth. “Yeah, I like that too.” It is obscene the way your cunt swallows around his fingers. You can hear the wetness spread between your folds, the slick sound filling the air. 

Then, he removes the hand forcing your head down. “Don’t move,” He whispers venomously against your ear. More rustling, then you feel the sharpness of cold metal on your skin.

“No, wait—” 

“Be still before I cut you.” The threat looms ominously in the air. He reaches back down to your shorts. The edge of the knife held against the fabric. 

“But it’s my favorite pj set…” You pout. Deep sigh penetrating the air, Ghostface pulls your sleep shorts down your legs. The fabric lays in a heap on the floor where he tossed them. “Better?” He questions sarcastically, before the edge of the knife grazes the fabric of your panties. 

“Wait, but these too—“

A harsh smack lands on your ass. “Ghostface doesn’t have time for these games anymore.” A rip cuts through the air as the knife slices through the straps of your thong.

“Euijoo!” The exclamation dies on your lips as he tosses the knife to the side. His strong figure looms over you. 

“I’ll buy you another set. But right now, I need to feel your tight cunt around me.” He moves behind you again, the clink of a metal belt before he is flush against your skin. 

That’s all the warning you get, before he is plunging into your wet heat. Burying himself to the hilt in one go. Wanton moans tangle together. “Oh my god,” he whispers in your ear. Tears stream down your face as he pulls back, then plunges in again. Soon, he is fucking into you with a steady pace. 

“Euijoo…” You blab repeatedly, his balls slapping against the skin of your cheeks. “Listen to how dumb you sound lost on my cock. Is it that good baby?” He mumbles meanly in your ear.

“Yeeeeesssss.” You are a literal mess against the sheets.

“Tsk, tsk. What a naughty kitty. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to fuck the killer?” The modulated voice taunts behind the mask. It is overwhelming, the force of his thrusts hitting deep in your walls. His now uncovered hand comes up to rest around your throat. He pulls your body flush against his frame as he continues to pound into you. Air circulation cut off, your eyes roll in the back of your head at the burn. He grunts into your neck as you cry. 

“Stupid fucking pussy all mine.” 

“Mnnnn… can’t… take… anymore…” You whine.

“Awwww is it too much for your pussy to handle?” Your hand curls around the one firm against your abdomen. Holding you in place as he ruts into you. “W’an see your face…” At this point, you're practically delirious. Words slurring together in the act of intimacy. He chuckles into your skin, before pulling out. Lying you flat on your back, he pulls off the horror mask to reveal the face of your boyfriend. 

“Hi baby.” He whispers sweetly at your fucked out state.

“Juju,” You whimper as you make grabby hands at him. He smiles sweetly again before giving you what you want. Legs wrapped around him, he slides back into your wet cavity. Intertwining your hands, he leans down to kiss you as he sends you into a euphoric state. 

“G’na cum.” Your voice trembles.

“Yeah? Me too, baby. You’re so good to me. Cum for me.”

And you do. Your release washes over you like an all encompassing wave, wrapping you in the control of Euijoo. You cling onto him as he chases his release. Your sensitive walls fluttering around him send him over the edge. He grunts one final time before he is spilling inside of you. 

Stilling, harsh breaths pant the air. “Juju, get off. You’re heavy.” You giggle. He hoists himself up to lean over you. He stares at you with hearts in his eyes. “Love you.” He whispers intimately. Smiling shyly, you lean up to kiss him. “Love you too.” You whisper against his lips. And you really do. 

When you first started dating, roleplay hadn’t really been on your list. In fact, the few guys you had been with didn’t even do foreplay, jumping straight into the deed. But Euijoo, he was different. 

You met him through Nicholas. He was shy and nerdy in a cute sort of way. Not usually your type, you thought it funny the way he would blush and stutter around you. So you decided to play. What you didn’t know was that EJ had a side to him that he didn’t share in public. A… darker side. 

The first time you fucked, you took the teasing too far. Next thing you knew, he had you folded in half in Nicho’s bedroom. Nicho was devastated to say the least. Because why would you fuck on his bed? At least EJ had the decency to be sheepish about it. Then, you two kept dancing around it. The foreplay of teasing excited you. So you kept riling him up. 

Eventually, it led to so many midnight rendezvous that Nicholas practically begged you two to date so that you both could stop glancing at each other across the room like lovesick puppies. That was the most sense Nicholas had ever talked into you, you typically being the voice of reason. And that’s how Euijoo came to be your boyfriend. Now a year later, you suppose you had your bestie to thank for this union, especially as a supporting character tonight in your tryst. 

With EJ moving around to clean up the mess, you locate your phone. It hadn’t really been dead, all an act for the game. Finding Nicho’s contact, you text him.

Thanx for playing along tonite :)

The text back is practically immediate. Nicho was always on his phone. “Too many baddies to please.” He had once told you. To which you had rolled your eyes at.

You guys are disgusting. Seriously, don’t talk to me for like, 3 days

Pouting at your phone, you know he didn't really mean that. You were too fun for anyone to stay away. Coming back to bed, EJ pokes your bottom lip. “Why the sad face?’

“Nicho says we’re banned from talking to him for 3 days.”

EJ snickers mischievously. “Yeah, okay. He’ll definitely have enough of Taki and Maki’s incessant chatter by noon tomorrow.”

Eh. He had a point. Unfortunately for Nicho, you and EJ held most of the brain cells in the group. 

Giggling about it, you put down your phone and wrap yourself in your boyfriend's embrace. Yeah, you’ll definitely be bothering Nicholas tomorrow. 

“By the way,” Euijoo says, “did you lock the garage door?”

[kakao-lovey]

˚｡⋆✩₊˚. My glow-up journey so far: what works and what doesn't ˚｡⋆✩₊˚.

Since I discovered the online wellness, self-care and wonyoungism community early 2022, I've been on a mission to build my dream life, improve my mental and physical wellbeing and work on myself. It's a rocky road of trial and error: there's no nice way to put it. I've been at it for three years, and here are the growth tips that *actually* work.

Don't be influenced

Body-modifying workouts: Loveys, it is not possible to spot-reduce fat. No matter how appealing and easy it sounds. If you are unhappy about fat on your body, go into a healthy calorie deficit. Workouts alone cannot possibly shrink your waist, reduce armpit fat or make your belly flat.

What workouts can do, is build muscle in certain areas, making them look more toned or bigger, and play an important part in making a calorie deficit effective.

Health gadgets: it doesn't take much scientific knowledge to think critically about what you're buying. I won't drop any names, but technology that promises 'Detox' of your organs or miraculous anti-ageing usually wants to steal your money, profit off of your insecurities and ailments.

The skincare industry: for a lot of people, skincare is self-care and a treat, which is completely fine, but in most cases, anything past a face wash, moisturiser and sunscreen (+ acne treatment, if needed) is not going to significantly better your results the way lifestyle changes do. Serums and toners are great, but *not* if you regularly touch your face with dirty hands, eat sugar or are dehydrated. You are just putting a band-aid on a bullet wound, and need to fix the bigger issue.

The elusive protein bars and shakes: check your ingredients. Some 'Health' foods out there have nasty stuff, never mind being ultraprocessed and lacking the nutrients the whole foods it is replacing provide. Just because it is fortified with vitamins doesn't mean it's healthy. You shouldn't be eating so many sweeteners, preservatives, colourants, texture and flavour modifiers unaware of the consequences.

Gold

Exercise: you've heard it before, a million times. It relieves stress, prevents cardiovascular disease, helps support your metabolism, clears your skin, helps your mental health... And there's something for everyone.

Diet: if you really want to glow up, you have to know what you're putting into your body is actually helping you. Prioritise whole foods (That is, food that hasn't been processed), get your protein, fibre, micronutrients, stay away from sugar, dairy and animal fat. Dieticians fight a lot, but this has personally helped me. In fact, it has: cleared my skin, improved my mental health by improving my gut health, helped my hair and nails grow stronger and healthier, sped up my metabolism like nobody's business, and made me feel more comfortable in my own body.

Little moments of self-love: This could be anything: sitting in the garden in the morning and watching the sun rise, eating a specific snack and reading in your study breaks, bathing with scented soaps and a cup of tea, doing a face mask and meditating, just those little moments in your daily or weekly routine that motivates you to keep living your best life. It can be anything that reminds you of what you love in the world.

Planning: writing out a study plan is your ticket to good grades (If you can stick to it). Planning your meals and exercise helps you to keep your physical health up. Planning mental health breaks in between your activities and tasks help you stay sane. A bullet journal is best for this, in whatever medium (Digital or physical) you prefer.

Remember: real, long-lasting results that will benefit you for life do not come overnight. If you aren't where you want to be, don't worry, because I can assure you that you will get there if you keep trying.

Love,

Kakao

[dyeher]

includes| Akaashi Keiji x Fem! Reader x Bokuto Koutaro— smut(1.3k words)

warnings| Oral Sex, Cum Play, Anal Fingering, Degradation, Mentions of Cucking, Mentions of Orgasm Denial, Mentions of Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Relationships.

notes| mean akaashi my beloved.

people regularly made the mistake of accusing akaashi of being the sane one in your relationship. his refined features, lean build, and gentle demeanor usually gave the illusion of elegance, propriety, vanilla. the assumption that a man who preferred to read and write in his spare time was boring was so, incredibly wrong. boring?

he was not.

akaashi keiji, behind the mahogany doors of your shared bedroom was a tyrant, a madman, an unforgiving dictator. the worst kind of leader. it was especially bad when he found one of his meticulously crafted rules were broken. there were three of them, two of which were assigned punishments and one that was left up in the air. open to anything.

rule 1: no one cums before you. the bane of koutaro’s existence is that once his dick gets anywhere near your soft walls, or your equally soft lips he’s left brainless. hyper-focused on the feel of them around him, and this leads to him cumming early. it’s almost like he can’t help it. punishment is overstimulation. the pro-athlete is strapped to a chair, a vibrator tied to the shaft of his cock, and left to stare in agony as akaashi eats you out, sucks and fingers at your pulsing walls until you scream koutaro’s name. koutaro is allowed to cum, as many times as he likes, and punishment usually ends when his orgasms come dry and leave him sobbing akaashi’s name.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” he sobs, “won’t do it again, ‘kaashi, ‘kaashi please, ‘m sorry.”

rule 2: no toys without supervision. you’re dating a manga editor and a professional athlete, not only are they busy often but, you make it an unfortunate habit of not saying anything when you feel neglected. this is where the trouble starts. you always end up sitting on the bed, the black box in your lap chewing on your lip as you consider how much time you have to get yourself off before one of them gets home. if it’s kou, then maybe you can guilt trip him into forgiving you but, if it’s akaashi? punishment involves denial.

you’re not allowed anywhere near their cock for the next seven days. they’ll play with you as they like though; keiji runs long fingers through your folds, teases at your hole absentmindedly, stuffs you with his favorite dildo, and watches your cunt flutter around the glass while koutaro fucks him on your shared bed; koutaro lets you watch as he fucks his fist in the shower, slaps your hand away when you reflexively reach out to help him, sucks on your nipples and litters your pretty skin with his marks but, ultimately leave you unfulfilled. on day eight you’re fucked senseless, made love to slowly, eaten out, doted on, whispered to, worshipped. their way of reminding you what they can do toys cannot.

rule 3: no lying. situations like these were when the real monster came out. an akaashi who took his glasses off before getting to the bedroom was a dangerous one. it was a stupid little lie, supposedly a prank that you and kou had dreamed up but, it had stressed akaashi out and now? now you were going to be punished.

“on your knees,” his voice is deceptively calm, like the lull in the seas before a tsunami, the silence of birds in the trees before a storm. “take me out, suck me off until I say to stop.”

koutaro scrambles to undo the waist of akaashi’s slacks and drag his dick free of it’s confines, he’s soft and koutaro instinctively leans in to run his tongue along it. it twitches, and koutaro hums.

“i don’t want to hear those; don’t hum, don’t moan,” akaashi sighs, “just, shut the fuck up, and suck my dick.”

you gulp where you’re kneeling next to kou, you can see the way he swallows around the head of akaashi’s cock and your pussy weeps a little at how badly he’s going to punish you. he’s moved your antics to the living area, so your knees are probably going to bruise from the rug under them but, you stay silent because you’ve not been addressed; you listen, to the wet sounds of koutaro choking on the pretty head of keiji’s dick.

you glance up to find glacial eyes trained on you. his lips are parted, and you can see that he’s breathing heavily.

“are you going to let him do all the work?” he asks. “get over here.” he shoves koutaro’s head off and motions for you to get closer. “you can both do it.”

kou watches from the other side of akaashi’s cock as you lick a long strip up the shaft and suckle the head into your mouth, he leans in and joins in, bringing one hand up to cup akaashi’s balls, as he sucks at the base and shaft. you pull back as one to run your tongues along the bottom. they rub against the heated flesh and each other, and akaashi moans at the sight.

“fuck,” he groans. “the only thing you’re good at-” kou gives a particularly hard suck at the base at the same time you dip lower to take one of his balls into your mouth and he whines, “-shit, being my little cock suckers, it’s the only thing.”

your lips and mouth are stained with akaashi’s pre-cum so are koutaro’s. by the time akaashi cums along both your tongues where they’re sticking out next to each other, koutaro’s cock is leaking everywhere and your cunt is soaked.

kou turns to you, tongue coated in cum and grabs you by the back of your head and shoves it against yours. your mind hazes, thoughts going cloudy; only akaashi’s cum mixed with kou’s saliva as it swishes around your mouth mixing with yours.

you moan as his tongue swirls around yours, the actions forces you to swallow the concoction and you’re just about to climb into him, when you’re separated by a harsh tug on your hair. your neck protests at the rough handling, your scalp burns but, the pain goes straight to your throbbing clit.

“always so selfish,” akaashi hisses. his cock twitches against his stomach when you let out twin sobs. “you’re not getting anything tonight.” he points out. “don’t do shit to make me angrier, who said you could use my cum like that?”

when no answer comes, he lets go of your hair with a shove. “get me the silicone dildo in the safe koutaro. the one with the vibrating head, and the lube,” he says, and you lock eyes with kou for a second. kou opens his mouth to tell akaashi that doesn’t sound like a punishment, and you slap a palm over his mouth.

“he’ll do it,” you say, “he’ll get it.”

akaashi laughs. “yes, he will.”

you’re concerned about the way akaashi’s smug smile grows wider when koutaro returns with it.

“i’ll be using it on myself,” he smiles. “you’ll sit over there and watch,” he motions to the other side of the room the matching armchairs stare back. “if I can’t make myself cum,” he tuts, “well, i have a few friends who’re willing to help.”

koutaro chokes, and you sink to your ass on the floor with a whimper, “’kaash-”

“sit, and watch,” he says, the hard edge to his voice has you both scrambling to the other side of the room. “if i don’t come, i’ll call osamu,” he chuckles, and koutaro glares at him from across the room, “him and suna would take care of me,” he sighs.

“we’re so-”

“i know, and after this you’ll think really hard about what you do and say without me,” he snarls the words and goosebumps erupt across your chest. “lying to me? what did you call it? a prank?” his laugh is hollow. “it’s almost like, my rules mean nothing to you.”

he’s stripped fully, and settled onto his knees on the couch, face down into the cushions.

“let’s hope i can make myself cum,” he groans as one of his fingers disappears into his ass. “otherwise…” he doesn’t have to say anything. both you and kou know he’d do it, this isn’t akaashi that they can argue with, this is the tryant.

[probablyasocialecologist]

First, let’s address the fact that hackers recently accessed the personal data of about 14,000 23andMe customers. Because of how 23andMe works—it has a “DNA Relatives” feature that lets users find people they are probably related to—this breach created 6.9 million “other users” who had data stolen in the breach, according to reporting by TechCrunch. This data included people’s names, birth year, relationships, percentage of DNA shared with other 23andMe users, and ancestry reports.

[...]

Getting your DNA or your loved ones’ DNA sequenced means you are potentially putting people who are related to those people at risk in ways that are easily predictable, but also in ways we cannot yet predict because these databases are still relatively new. I am writing this article right now because of the hack, but my stance on this issue has been the same for years, for reasons outside of the hack. In 2016, I moderated a panel at SXSW called “Is Your Biological Data Safe?,” which was broadly about the privacy implications of companies and other entities creating gigantic databases of people’s genetic code. This panel’s experts included a 23andMe executive as well as an FBI field agent. Everyone on the panel and everyone in the industry agrees that genetic information is potentially very sensitive, and the use of DNA to solve crimes is obviously well established.  At the time, many of the possible dangers of providing your genome to a DNA sequencing company were hypothetical. Since then, many of the hypothetical issues we discussed have become a reality in one way or another. For example, on that panel, we discussed the work of an artist who was turning lost strands of hair, wads of chewing gum, and other found DNA into visual genetic “portraits” of people. Last year, the Edmonton Police Service, using a company called Parabon, used a similar process to create 3D images of crime suspects using DNA from the case. The police had no idea if the portrait they generated actually looked like the suspect they wanted, and the practice is incredibly concerning. To its credit, 23andMe itself has steadfastly resisted law enforcement requests for information, but other large databases of genetic information have been used to solve crimes. Both 23andMe and Ancestry are regularly the recipients of law enforcement requests for data, meaning police do see these companies as potentially valuable data mines. 

[bamsara]

I’m a little confused, who is Arson? Did you name your computer that or the program or something like that? Been trying to piece stuff together with all the posts about Arson but I feel a little lost. Like it’s an inside joke that I wasn’t there for the development of it

Rip I forgot new followers are not Aware of Arson

Arson is my laptop. Specifically a laptop sona I made for my laptop because of the sheer amount of trouble I've had with him. Twitch chat started shipping an 'enemies to lovers' between me and my laptop and it was giving me such a hard time during a livestream that it turned into a full fledged oc.

He's a gaming laptop I got in 2018 and had saved up for and while he's very good, his technical service life was only for 3 years and it's been about 5 and a half years since I've had him because I didn't want to replace him.

This means for the last two years he's been progressivly getting worse; starting with the battery going out completely, and then it getting discontinued so I couldn't replace it, the laptop started lagging hard, which I just kinda delt with. Then he's bluescreening a lot, and my files are getting corrupted and disappear. He cannot detatch from the wall so he's not a laptop anymore but really just a desktop now anyway. His model is discontinued so I cant get parts to replace him or have him repaired.

It's a running joke that 99% of all streaming problems are Arson's fault because for no reason he'll just. Crash and critcal error this and bluescreen that.

He got his name because he overheats really badly, and while gaming laptops are built to withstand that kind of heat, it still does wear and tear over time.

It would have been fine for 2-3 years but it's climbing near to 6 and part of the front is melted and I have to turn stream and art off early sometimes to let him cool down because the keyboard has left burns on my fingers. (Though this only happens when using him intensly, like streaming or gaming or art....which is 90% of what I do. The other being writing and work.) (Also before anyone asks, I regularly clean out the fans and I have a cooling stand beneath him)

Currently the top part of his keyboard is not working anymore and he's missing keys anyway. Part of his casing near the charging port is broken off. I've used his heat to cook tiny cookies while I've played skyrim before

TBH If you just search up Arson on my blog you'll see a whole series of posts about him.

he's my guy......my robot.........

[leomiskins]

So I just read another fanfic in which french wasn't correctly used, and my french ears couldn't bear it anymore. I understand not everyone speaks it or understands the grammar (even we don't sometimes), but it's that kind of thing that disturbs me while reading. So I decided to list some error i see regularly so you dont make them again, I'll update this post if I remember or need to explain certain things (it's 1am where i am so im tired as hell) :

- before using a term of endearment like love or darling, you have to say that it belongs to you, so you say my love (mon amour) my darling (mon chéri/ma chérie (masc/fem)) We use the pronouns to mark the endearment. It's like saying "you belong to me" . Also my dove cannot be translated literally because signe also means sign so it could be misunderstood (unless you play with words). Here are some terms of endearment used frequently: mon amour, ma chérie, ma puce, mon bébé, mon chou

- Look up for french names. Do not trust your guts. No one in France is called Vanilla. Also, some names are androgynous like Sacha, Alex, Gaël(le), gabriel(le), camille

- do not try to use past time if you translate from English. In french you would use much more passé composé when talking and the time of the verb could change in between imparfait and passé simple in writing, depending on many criterias

- not every english saying can be translated and sometimes french people use sayings/expressions when english speakers don't.

After saying all of that, if someone needs to translate something, I suggest you search on Word reference for vocabulary and do not use google translate. You can always ask me if needed I'm open to translating in french ...

Xoxo