and i was too lazy to actually color it so i did this instead

Tackling Piles of Readings

Beautiful Instagram-worthy study pictures and colorful pen sets aside, tackling piles of course reading is something that very few individuals look forward to. Before I go ahead and tackle my homework for tomorrow, I thought I’d share with you all a brief set of tips as to how I get it done. 

  1. Sit in a place that’s cozy, but not too cozy. For me, that place is my dorm bed. I live between three different places and my bed at my parents’ home (which is only 30 minutes away from my university) is definitely not the place for me to be studying. For some reason, however, I can study perfectly fine on the bed in my dorm room. This isn’t the case for everyone. Lots of people advise against studying in your own bed. For me, I think it’s honestly just a personal preference. What I do make sure to do, however, is to not read under heavy blankets. Instead, I’ll do my reading while I am wrapped up in a thin blanket and am sitting up against my pillows. 
  2. Make sure everything you need is nearby. For me, everything includes a light snack and refreshing or soothing drink (today I’ve chosen bubble tea). Other items that may be useful while reading include pens and highlighters for annotating and a notebook/computer to take notes in. 
  3. Illuminate the room with light. Try to read in a place full of light. That way the darkness doesn’t trick your brain into falling asleep. 
  4. Have a notepad at hand. Write any random, distracting thoughts unrelated to your reading in this notepad. That way, instead of getting side tracked by sudden thoughts, you have them all written down in one place. 
  5. Music? No Music? Up to you. Just make sure that the music is instrumental only. Music with words might throw you off as you read. Keep it on low, if possible. I like to listen to tracks that repeat themselves constantly. That way I don’t get distracted by new chords. Here’s a particular favorite track of mine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX8QVBl-ZG0&t=205s
  6. Keep a dictionary at ready. Look up words you don’t understand as you go. Jot down notes into your reading. The more confused you are, the less you’ll gain from whatever you are reading. This is why clarifying terms is important. 
  7. Take breaks every so often. The human brain is like a sponge, but even sponges have limits to the amount of liquid they can hold. Similarly, your brain has a limit to the amount of concentration it can sustain in one sitting. Take a break when you start feeling brain dead. But time yourself. Make sure your break stays limited. And don’t check social media in this break (unless absolutely necessary). What I like to do is actually get something done off my to do list (like sending an email or filling out a form). That way, I feel better and more accomplished after I’ve taken my break. If I’m feeling too lazy to do that, I usually just jam out to non-instrumental music for a bit or watch a cooking video. The type of video you watch is important because you don’t want to go down that familiar rabbit hole of distraction. That rabbit hole, for me, is comprised of study bloggers, beauty vloggers, etc. Cooking videos just happen to not be rabbit hole videos for me. Find yours. 
  8. Don’t get down on yourself. Don’t get down on yourself if you’re having trouble reading or if you don’t find your reading interesting. Not everything in the world was written to be a thrilling piece of literature or an excitingly well-written research paper. Some pieces of work are just boring – and that’s okay. What’s important is that you finish the reading so that you understand tomorrow’s lecture or get a better understanding of a concept being discussed in class. You won’t always have fun studying. Studying is hard work and hard work is just that: hard. Just keep on at it. In the end, you’ll be glad you did. So will your GPA. 

Those are my eight tips for tackling reading! Happy Studying!

With love, hugs, and good wishes,

Huda

PULSAR’S TOP 5 WINTER ANIME OF 2017

I’ve decided this year to do things a little differently with my “favorite anime” lists. Instead of just doing a year-end top 10 list, I’m going to do a Top 5 every three months at the end of the season (anime seasons run quarterly, as opposed to once a year like with American TV). This way I can highlight more shows, plus it will be when all the episodes are online and you can watch the shows from beginning to end.

Without further ado…

#5: INTERVIEWS WITH MONSTER GIRLS
This is a cute little slice of life/comedy series about a biology teacher who is fascinated by “demi-humans,” aka monsters. He happens to have three students who fall into this category (a vampire, a dullahan, and a snow woman), plus a fellow teacher who also happens to be a succubus. He convinces the girls to do interviews with him about what their lives are like as monsters, not just for his own curiosity but to figure out how to be a better teacher for them.

If you’re expecting risque ecchi shenanigans like on shows like Monster Musume, you won’t find them here. What you will find is a surprisingly sweet and charming show featuring some extremely likeable characters (the succubus teacher who tries to hide her physical charms by wearing a tracksuit, which of course only serves to get people’s minds racing even more, is my personal favorite).

#4: GABRIEL DROPOUT
A hilarious comedy about an angel who graduates from angel school at the top of her class and is sent down to Earth for post-grad work… only to become obsessed with video games and turn into a lazy bum. Meanwhile her best friend, a demon fresh out of demon school, is entirely too sweet and responsible to be a good minion of Satan.

Throw in a fellow angel who is actually a complete sadist, and a fellow demon with delusions of grandeur, and you’ve got the recipe for some seriously funny times. Satanichia the would-be queen of the Underworld damn near steals the show. If you’re looking for some laughs this is a great show to check out.

#3: KONOSUBA - SEASON 2

If you haven’t seen Season 1 of Konosuba, stop what you’re doing, go watch it, then come back, apologize, and watch Season 2.

The four most inept, narcissistic, delusional adventurers in anime are back and funnier than ever. Imagine “Its Always Sunny” type humor mixed with D&D style fantasy world tropes. The jokes are nonstop with this show, with some fantastic voice acting (especially from the voice actor for Kazuma the main character). Even when the animation sometimes slips in quality, it actually makes the show FUNNIER.

I really hope we get a Season 3, I need more of the adventures of my explosion-obsessed mage, useless goddess, masochist knight and Kazutrash. I needs it, maaaaaaan.

#2: MISS KOBAYASHI’S DRAGON MAID

An office worker gets drunk one night and misses her train stop. She ends up wandering into the woods and coming across an injured dragon. After helping the dragon out, she offers to let the dragon stay with her… then goes home, sleeps it off, and completely forgets about everything.

The next morning, guess who’s at her doorstep?

Calling this show cute would be the understatement of the century. It’s absolutely adorable, with the dragons stealing the show with their shenanigans. The animation style is great, with tons of colors and great character designs. There’s a genuine sweetness to the show that’s never forced or cloying. And did I mention the show is about A FREAKING DRAGON MAID?

#1: SCUM’S WISH
I had a hard time deciding whether or not to give this or KOBAYASHI the number 1 spot. If it came down to which show I had more fun watching, it would have been KOBAYASHI hands down. But that isn’t a fair way to judge this show.

Make no mistake: Scums Wish is NOT a pleasant show. It’s one of the most emotionally draining experiences I’ve had watching an anime. The subject matter alone will likely turn a lot of people off, and I imagine there will be people who like every other show on my list and hate this one. But that’s okay.

The show is about two high school students who appear to be the perfect couple, but it’s all an act: they’re actually in love with other people, people who they can’t have (their teachers), and are using each other as physical substitutes to fill the emotional void.

A lot of love stories (in anime and other mediums) like to pretend that love is always fun and pleasant, and even when things get bad, they work themselves out in the end. This is not one of those shows. This show will remind you just how horrible love can be: unrequited love, loving someone who hates you in return, knowing the person you love is only using you as a replacement but going along with it because you think it’s better than not having them in your life at all. The characters in this show are all flawed, and some of them do awful things to each other… but in the end, I desperately wanted them all to end up okay. You’ll have to watch the show to find out if they do.

As always, these are just my personal top picks. I’d love to hear what your favorite anime of the year so far are. 

P.S. I know Little Witch Academia is missing. I’m waiting til the season is done to add it to any lists I do. I’m sure it will end up there. 

Investing in yourself as a Sugar Baby!

Taking care of your mind and body is important especially when you expect men to drop thousands of dollars on you every month for the pleasure of your company! Personally before even thinking about becoming a sugar baby this year, I’ve been taking care of myself for years because appearance is very important in my line of work. Keep in mind that I’m in my late 20s so some stuff you might not even need at this point since most of you are in your late teens or early 20s. Enjoy those years haha well I can’t complain, I have a baby face ;) So here is a list of things I’ve done or I will be starting this year that keeps me looking good and feeling awesome plus it makes for a hot SB:

  1. Manicure + pedicure - I do them professionally in a salon every 3weeks.
  2. Laser hair removal - I’m doing my whole bikini and underarms right now and will start my legs in the next year..shaving is a pain and too much work..laser is painful especially the whole bikini but worth it!
  3. Removing stretch marks - I will do laser for that when I move to LA because those stupid marks on my butt are a pain in the ass for my confidence sometimes..I have awesome 34DD natural breasts but my ass needs some perfecting to be at the same level lol
  4. Removing cellulite - I just finished a 10 weeks treatment with the Velashape 2 in a beauty clinic for my thighs and butt..I think it helped although I only had a low amount of cellulite and it’s still not perfect or all gone..I think I was expecting too much of a VS model’s perfect ass haha drinking water, exercising and eating healthy plus putting firming body cream (I use an expensive one from my clinic with 10% caffeine) everyday helps plus I’ll need to do maintenance treatments every year to maintain the results.
  5. Removing spider veins on legs - I started treatments this year, it helps but spider veins are a recurring issue for women especially with age so I will have to do maintenance treatments every year but it’s very good that I started young even if I didn’t have a lot but the ones behind my knees were bothering me a lot. I have very white skin so my veins show easily haha I need to tan more!
  6. Dermabrasion - I started dermabrasion aka removing dead skin on your face this year..I used to have bad acnee when I was young but now my skin is much better although I still get occasional pimples and don’t have perfect skin without makeup.
  7. Acnee creams recommended by my dermatologist that I apply every day or 2 days - I mostly only have some redness and occasional pimples but the products help for that and to make my pores less visible.
  8. Laser eye surgery - I wear contacts and I’m thinking of doing the laser surgery but I’m not sure since lots of people have horror stories so I’m still thinking about it but being free of glasses and contacts would be awesome..I’m just scared of surgeries and try to avoid them as much as possible.
  9. Spray Tan - I don’t want skin cancer so I prefer spray tan when I need to have a nice tan although the maintenance is a pain in the butt..I sometimes do tanning creams at home since I’m pretty good at applying it but that’s annoying to maintain also.
  10. Gym membership - I started going to the gym finally this year although I have always had a pretty athletic body but since I like to eat wtv I want and I’m getting older lol I need to watch out!!
  11. Personal trainer for the gym - I’m going to get one soon so I can learn what to do to target the issues I want to work on plus it’s good to have someone to motivate you since I’m lazy lol
  12. Martial arts or self defense classes - Personally I do martial arts because it’s for my line of work but also because I love to kick ass. I took some self defense classes years ago and it was amazing..I think every woman should do that especially sex workers and SBs..I actually need to brush up on those moves especially the ones when your assailant is on top of you.
  13. Hair and eyelash extensions - I need to get new hair extensions because the hair dresser messed them up when she cut them although I basically never wear them lol too lazy to put them on every time so I’ll look into other options soon and get a SD to pay for it and for eyelash extensions. Never tried that and want to see how it will look and feel.
  14. Makeup and hair tutorials or classes - I started watching more videos on youtube to learn more tricks especially with hair since I suck but I’m getting a lot better..I might get a future SD to pay a hairstylist to show me 5-10 ways to do my hair haha.
  15. Good hair products and makeup - Start investing in good products that don’t ruin your hair and face..When you can it’s good to invest in more expensive products when they are better quality and less chemicals.
  16. Keeping your body soft like a baby’s skin - I put cream every night on my body to keep my body all smooth and soft plus to keep my boobs, stomach, thighs and ass all firm..better to start young!
  17. Facial creams - Very important to keep your face moisturized plus eye cream is always good to start young..those SDs want a baby face not a face ruined by sun and age.
  18. Drinking lots of water - You need minimum 2 liters of water everyday..I basically only drink water..no coffee or soft drinks but juices on occasion and I do love wine when I go out.
  19. Eating healthy - I need to be more disciplined for that because I like to eat wtv I want although I do eat vegetables and fruits everyday.
  20. Be happy and confident - Keep yourself healthy mentally..those men pay for no drama..I actually tried hypnotherapy by curiosity this year..only did 4 sessions to work on my self-esteem and confidence and it was pretty interesting to realize how I bring myself down sometimes.
  21. Teeth are very important! Having a nice smile attracts people including SDs! - Keep your teeth clean and white..I do my teeth cleaning every 9 months now (instead of 12) plus I bought a whitening kit made for me from my dentist to use at home although my teeth are pretty white already. I had braces when I was young so I have perfect teeth..I wear my night retainer occasionally to keep them straight and perfect. 
  22. Massages and acupuncture - I did both this year and need to start doing massages every 2 weeks for my back lol I’ll get a SD to pay for that!
  23. Investing in a new wardrobe - Dressing the part is important and you need something to wear for all those awesome dates you will be going on! Get a SD or POT to take you shopping and choose classic pieces that you will be able to mix and match and pull off multiple outfits with. If you don’t have anyone to pay for it, take some of your money and start buying some nice pieces or even just adding an accessory to your outfit might make the difference. You don’t have to buy expensive brands (wait for a SD to do that for you), until then buy pieces that are good quality and in solid neutral colors. Go for classy not trashy!
  24. Reading more about current events, finances and how to invest money but also some of those self help books. Be aware of what is going on in the world. - I need to start doing this more because I personally don’t follow the news or politics (too depressing) plus I want to learn how to manage my money. It’s always good to be able to hold a conversation with a SD especially if you go to events with him! You want to be the whole package of looks, brains and personality!!
  25. Learning new skills is important in my opinion plus it keeps you busy and SDs will be impressed by your hobbies, interests and skills. - Personally I love reading, cooking (I want to take some classes to get even better), dancing (I took a lot of different dance classes but I want to learn the waltz and other more conservative dances for black tie events), learning new languages (I speak multiple languages and it always impresses people especially in the US for some reason), etc.. With my line of work, I like to acquire new skills as often as I can so I can add them to my CV and stand out..plus it’s fun!

Ok so I’m going to stop here because this post is freaking long lol I’ll add more if I think about something else but just remember that you are selling a product which is yourself and you need to stand out! Being a SB is not just about looking pretty..you have to be interesting too! I see a lot of SD’s profiles that mention personality and not just looks. So take care of yourself mentally and physically :) You got to invest in yourself (the product) to make money..that’s how marketing and business work and it’s the same with sugar dating! Pay your bills and then use some of that allowance on bettering yourself to catch an even bigger fish (or whale lol)!! Go get them girls! xoxo

Let’s talk about TO’s increasingly Racist Narrative with the Mikaelsons and Marcel Gerard.

Disclaimer: This is VERY long. I’m putting most of it under the cut because of length. I thought about cutting it short but this is a topic that’s very important to me so I decided to not cut words.

So after Friday’s episode many viewers, especially black viewers were left with a very real feeling of discomfort following Elijah’s speech to Marcel. Because of that discomfort many of us have expressed how the narrative, and Elijah, has skewed into racism, an accusation that makes some viewers feel uncomfortable.

Here’s the truth though, in a way it should make some people uncomfortable. If you didn’t feel uneasy about the idea of racism in a narrative that you like then I would have to question some things about you. With that said, I’ve seen a lot more efforts to shut down discourse about the accusation or explain away the behavior many people find problematic than I’ve seen to actually understand it and why we might feel that way. That’s a problem, it’s a big problem when this discussion is something that’s actually very necessary for this show, and many TV shows. When writers take on the task of crafting a narrative that includes minority characters, there is a certain level of awareness and delicacy that many are going to expect then to have when it comes to these characters. When they offend their audience and mishandle the characters they have been entrusted with then they deserve to be taken to task for that. It doesn’t matter if the offense was intentional or unintentional. This is especially the case when you have a writing staff who pats themselves on the back for trying to be aware of social and racial issues that are currently at play in our society.

I personally don’t think that writers are obligated to treat every black character or every character from a marginalized group like a delicate flower that can’t be harmed in any way shape or form. That’s not what I’m talking about here. What I’m talking about is when you take characters from marginalized groups and carelessly handle them in a way that ends up pushing a racist narrative.To give an example, killing a black character doesn’t automatically make a narrative racist but pushing an idea where a black character is consistently targeted by white characters, denied humanity and is treated as disposable flesh then that is indeed a racist narrative. That kind of dynamic has historically been an issue in this world and it is still an issue. We can discuss whether the racism that seeps into our fiction a little too often is intentional, and I don’t personally believe it always is, but we have to acknowledge that it’s actually there first.

That’s why we need to talk about The Originals and Marcel.

What they did to Marcel in Friday’s episode, what they had Elijah say to him, and the narrative that built up to that moment was racist.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, yes, hi, I recently found your art and account and I love what you do. I'm turning 14 in April and I've asked for a drawing pad, but I have no idea how to use one as of yet. Have you got any tips or anything? Because I've wanted to try digital art for a while and your art makes me want to even more lmao. Thanks! - B.A.

BOI OH BOI DO I GOT SOME TIPS FOR U <3

(I’m not sure what kind of comp you’re going to be using, so I’ll list for both.)

FIRST: Drawing Programs; the free and the great.

-Firealpaca: Lightweight drawing program. I draw Recovery using this! It’s easy on the RAM if you have a weak comp/are paranoid about yours like I am, it is mainly for basic comic making, and has all the basic brushes you need (pen/pencil/airbrush/symmetry/etc). You can add your own brushes as well but they’re p basic settings. Has basic Animation/Gif making as well using Onion Mode! Layout is a piece of cake. Please note that If you leave it open for a week it’ll crash on you, even if you haven’t anything on it at the moment, and sometimes the brush sensitivity just stops working so you just have to close and then open it again. (Also I have no idea how to update it aside from deleting it completely and just downloading the new version from scratch, so thats a thing.) Mac/Windows

-MedibangPaint: This is basically FireAlpaca But Better. Has tons of screen tones, brush patterns, and tools. I don’t use it much because I’m used to FA’s layout and get confused with the the placement of tools in here, so if you can I highly suggest just going with this first. Also has basic animation/gif making! Has storage for the website as well, and you can upload more preset brushes. It’s v anime. This program has waaay more in terms of basically everything, so it just takes more RAM. NBD, you don’t have to have every brush downloaded from the storage ^u^. Mac/Windows

-Clip Studio Paint: Okay this one isn’t free, it’s a pricey one, HOWEVER once a year they take the price way fuckin down by at least 75%. Sign up for the email list and it’ll let you know when that precious day comes. It’s how I got it @u@, around christmastime? This program is basically MedibangPaint On Steroids. I do all of my digital-yet-tradition-style-painting on here! The brushes all have some neat af settings to play with, you can make your own brushes, has tons of screen tones, pre-made panels, and settings. You can save projects as basically anything you need, is a hardy program that almost never crashes, and It’ll take a nice chunk of space on your comp depending on how much memory you have but hey, its worth it. It’s much more complex layout-wise than the other two here, but you get used to it after playing around and watching tutorials haha.

-Mischief: It’s a 25$ app, has like four brushes and five layers only but is vector-based with an endless canvas. Not really worth having unless you like the vector thing. UP TO YOU. I spent forever with this one doing all that homestuck stuff, so it’s not really bad so much as it is a basic bitch. Mac

-MyPaint: I used this a bunch when I still did digital art on my windows laptop before I upgraded to a Mac. It’s easy on the comp and has plenty of brushes and settings. You can also get brush packages if you don’t feel like you have enough that comes with the program! Also has endless canvas; pretty sure you can just select an area and then export as is. I barely remember the rest but It’s pretty great. Windows/MacPorts(which I hate)

-GIMP: I hate this thing. I cannot figure it out for the life of me. It’s got loads of shit though, can handle layers, has plenty of brushes, and can do basic animation/gifs if you ever figure it out. Windows/mac

I’ve heard good things from paint tool SAI and Krita as well, but have never used them myself.

***You can always pay through the nose/use a student discount for the photoshop series and pay that shit monthly, those fuckers have literally everything, but I am a cheap college kid making minimum wage with a car payment; I’d rather just pay once/not at all.

TABLETS: treat that shit like a newborn babe 24/7

-I have literally only ever owned a Wacom Intuos4. It has lasted me six years, and at least five moves across many miles. I broke one of the cord ports the day I opened it by holding it wrong, have one left, and now treat it like it’s going to die if the cord moves badly. Please be aware that if you break both ports, you better either sodder it back together yourself or upgrade to smth else because it costs about as much as the tablet itself was bought at to be fixed. Good news, though, it comes with at least six extra pen nibs, has programable buttons on the side (that I have never bothered to use) and a scroll bar in case you’re too lazy to use the keyboard (…I don’t really use that either unless I’m just scrolling through tumblr LMFAO).

-I would die for a Cintiq.

HOT TIPS: its useful.

-most of the programs listed use the same keyboard shortcuts. MEMORIZE THEM. It’s pretty easy, since you’ll use em a lot. [cntrl/cmmd+T] lets you resize what you just drew on that layer, and [cntrl/cmmd+z] is undo. I use those the most, for obvious reasons.

-vector-based programs are pretty great because when you resize an image it looks prefect. You can’t do that with a program that isn’t, so I just resize the base roughdraft and draw the lineart again on the layer above so I don’t get weird JPEG quality lines.

-You can use a ruler with your tablet, just slap it on and go, but honestly most programs have settings for that. just use those.

-You can also trace stuff on your tablet, so long as the paper isn’t too thick. I just scan/take a photo and then open it up in the program, though. much easier.

-SAVE CONSTANTLY. Art programs like to crash on you, even when they’re hardy and you have a good comp. make it a habit to quick save your work.

-Use a desk and have good posture. You’ll be able to draw a hell of a lot longer if you do. I personally keep fucking up my knees by sitting on my legs as I work out of habit, and don’t actually have a desk chair. Keep your screen at eye level and at a fair distance to prevent eyestrain and also neck-strain haha

-Chances are you won’t be used to the tablet right away. Most places you buy from say it’ll take a couple of months to get used to how weird it is to draw while not looking at your own hand, so don’t be frustrated If your drawings look a bit off at first.

-if you draw at least one thing every day, by the end of the year you’ll have improved exponentially. I literally made this blog to make myself draw once a day.

-don’t be afraid to check out speedpaints and tutorials. It’s always good to get more familiar with the program you’re using and new techniques previously unconsidered.

-get familiar with clipping layers. They are insanely useful; you clip one layer to the one below and then when you draw it only shows up on the drawing of that layer below. Shit is a godsend if you’re bad at coloring in the lines/lazy. The bucket tool is also really useful, and you can adjust the expansion by pixel so you don’t miss anything between the lines.

-experiment with your brushes, shit be fun af

-warmup your wrists before and after drawing. prevent swollen veins and such. dont want hand pain/numbness, its reaaaaally bad.

—basically if your hands hurt stop for the day.

-PNGS are for internet, JPEGS are for printing/fucking with quality (cough hack homestuck)

-resolution doesn’t have to be much more than 350 dpi if its just going to be on a webpage. Maximize that shit if you’re going to be printing, though. Especially if you put stuff on redbubble.

-DeviantArt has this thing called Sta.sh where you can dump art, keep it in perfect quality and just share it with certain people with a link instead of all of the website. Great for storing commission pieces, its the only reason I have DA in the first place.

-you get a different audience depending on what site you use for posting art, so keep that in mind for the kind of feedback you want.

-after awhile of drawing using a tablet, you may lose patience/forget that in traditional art there isn’t an undo button lmfao It’s cool; you don’t have to choose one over the other or anything.

-Honestly you can work around almost anything. You just invent new ways and techniques for yourself and you’ll do just fine.

Aaaaand that’s all I got for today! Thanks for sticking around <3

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Genre: Romance.

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It all had started after the night Yoongi and you had sex for the first time.

The thoughts of that night were consuming, if you closed your eyes, or even with your eyes wide open the memories of it were as vivid as if it had just happened, as you brushed your hair and saw your reflection in the mirror you had to admit your attention was no longer on getting ready to go out as the way Yoongi had held you occupied every single spot on your mind; the way his hands had caressed every single part of your skin setting every nerve on fire, the feeling of him inside of you, the sounds you had made, what you provoked in him and of course, his eyes on you, a dark and exquisite delight that had you yearning for it more than you should.

You knew sex with him would be different from any other experience that you previously had, Yoongi was a demon, and for demons sex alluded a whole new level of sensations; sensations that he had let you feel.

You shuddered at the thought, trying to fight back the wave of heat that ran through your whole body. Because now you were aware that at that night Yoongi had done something that let him sense, if he wished, whatever happened to you, what you were feeling. 

It was a black mark that you had only noticed two days ago when you felt something itching at the back of your neck; but that he had done to you a week ago at his place. Yoongi had thought he could get away with you having it and not seeing it. You had confronted him about it the same day you found out, and when you learned what the mark could do you were baffled, he had stepped over a limit for you. Yoongi had blatantly answered that he was a demon and had no limits nor morals. It was a furious battle that unfortunately you hadn’t won, yet.

Caressing your nape, you felt the spot where the mark was, an intricate circle that swirled in beautiful arabesques. The mark, that looked like a well made tattoo, was placed on your nape just below your hair line, where Yoongi had bit you that time but you had thought it was just out of the heat of the moment, you remembered the whimper you had let out at that precise moment, followed by Yoongi’s husky groans. Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head once more.
Through it Yoongi could know if you were happy or afraid, if you were in danger or even if you felt… aroused.
So you tried to stay calm and not give him any more reasons to be smug. Because he’d know.

You wanted the mark out, because as much as you liked how he could make you feel everything magnified during sex through it, you absolutely hated that your privacy was diminished to nothing. Yoongi had been rather elusive about the mark, telling it was only for your protection, which you believed, but it still made you feel uncomfortable, you wanted it gone.

You continued brushing your hair, now looking at your reflection, but instead of only seeing yourself your eyes caught a shadow, it moved behind you hiding when you focused on it. You were no longer alone in your apartment.

Jumping to your feet you looked around for something to use as a weapon, you knew it couldn’t be Yoongi, he wouldn’t bother scaring you like this. Your heart beat faster as you felt the creeping sensation of fear start. The only weapon you had in hand was your hair dryer, so you grabbed that.

The shadow, that had previously disappeared, got into the light, revealing to be a young guy, more or less your age that you could have confused with a college student, but there was something off about him, he exuded the same aura that you had seen in Yoongi’s companions. Albeit him looking kind of angelic with fluffy honey hair and soft features you knew better. He was also a demon.

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Prompt: Naegi and Nanami swapping hoodies. That’s all I have to say. Go nuts. @rpbattleman

A/N Well they do have the same height and I do have an unhealthy obsession with hoodies so why not? In hindsight, I don’t know what happened. The characters wrote this themselves.

Hoodie Swap - Naegi and Nanami ft the rest of the cast

Wearing a hoodie was so much like second skin that they didn’t notice that they were wearing different hoodies.

Naegi wouldn’t even have noticed it and he probably would have gone home wearing it if his classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Halt! Naegi, how many times must we go over this? A hoodie is not welcome in a school environment. You are in clear violation of the school’s dress code.” Ishimaru was quick to reprimand him as soon as he entered the classroom.

“Huh? But isn’t it okay when it’s functional? It’s been getting colder lately so I thought the extra layer could help.” Naegi explained his reasons.

“I must admit that it is actually allowed to wear jackets provided that they aren’t needlessly distracting.” Ishimaru corrected himself and then pointed in accusation. “However! Yours is unconventionally designed! And quite honestly, I am distracted enough!”

“What do you mean? I thought it was plain enough.” Naegi replied with a lost expression.

“Can’t say I agree with your tastes for plain.” Mondo said from behind him as he reached out and pulled Naegi’s hood over him. “Cat ears eh? And here I figured you were more of a dog person.”

“What are you talking about?” Naegi asked, now more confused than before.

“I think it’s cute.” Maizono shared with a smile. “It’s unexpected but that’s what makes him look even cuter!”

“Master Naegi, if you would kindly listen to my request…” Yamada popped up beside him and positioned Naegi’s hand so that it was closed like a fist and raised beside his face. “Like nya.” He instructed as he demonstrated the action.

“Nya?” Naegi pawed uncertain as he tilted his head in confusion which only added to his catlike performance.

“Hold that pose!” Enoshima expertly slid in front of him and raised her phone to take pictures. “Okay now do that again with voice so I can get this on video.” She smiled widely behind her phone as she laughed. “Upupu… This is priceless! But I am willing to negotiate a price to any potential buyer.”

“Wait, is there something weird on my hoodie?” Naegi asked again as he slowly began to piece what was off with his garment.

“Well it’s not like there’s something wrong with the hoodie itself.” Fujisaki timidly answered. “It’s just that it’s… different from what you would usually wear.”

“Or is this something like your secret hobby?” Kuwata interjected with a smirk. “Because if it was, it’s cool, man. We won’t judge.”

Okay now that last remark convinced him that he was definitely wearing the wrong hoodie. He filtered his memories for any embarrassing hoodies he owned that he may have worn by accident. None seemed to strike him that would stand out. Last time he checked, he didn’t own any with cat ears unless… His eyes immediately went towards his sleeves and upon the familiar color, he confirmed just whose hoodie he was wearing.

“I’m wearing someone else’s hoodie…” He mumbled his revelation.

“Oh my, you’re quite the bold type to wear your girlfriend’s clothes.” Celes commented with a giggle. “Although it’s quite unconventional considering it’s usually the girl who wears the guy’s clothes afterwards.”

“W-What?!” Naegi could only spluter at her insinuation. “It’s n-not like that! In the first place, she isn’t even my girlfriend!”

“Back the fuck up. How did our resident herbivore land a girl before I could? I mean, I’m way cooler than him!” Kuwata took offense to the new information.

“With that kind of attitude, it’s no wonder.” Maizono commented offhandedly.

“So this is the source of today’s commotion? How absolutely trivial. I suppose this is the gossip that you commoner enjoy.” Togami scoffed from his seat. “Very well, consider this an honor. I shall allow you to indulge us in such to pass time.”

“Oh! Oh! I definitely want to hear this one!” Asahina all but squealed in excitement. “Yeah, tell us more about your girlfriend!”

Naegi blushed at that comment. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He denied.

“Hmm? Is that so?” Kirigiri intervened and although her face was the picture of calmness, there was a certain sharpness inflected in her tone, an underlying threat. “The evidence suggests others. Please, explain that by all means.”

“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident, okay!” He blurted out words without much thought in his panic.

“Naegi, that’s not nice to say about your girlfriend.” Asahina frowned in disappointment.

“Whether intentional or not, one must be prepare to take full responsibility of one’s actions.” Sakura reprimanded him as well.

“No, that’s not it. You guys are misunderstanding.” Naegi raised his hands in an appeal. “I was hanging out with a friend who happens to be a girl but isn’t my girlfriend and then I may have accidentally picked up her hoodie instead of mine.”

“Then w-why are you so d-defensive about it, huh?” Fukawa accused with a disgusted expression. “Just because you have a g-girlfriend now you’re g-gloating her already.”

“So you have a girlfriend now…” Ikusaba quietly sulked at one corner.

“Did you not hear what I just said? This is all just a misunderstanding.” He insisted, practically pleaded at this point.

“Chill, Naegichi. I believe in you!” Hagakure gave him a thumbs up in support.

“Hagakure…” Naegi smiled gratefully towards his friend. “At least someone’s on my side.”

“There’s no way you could get a girlfriend so aliens must have abducted your hoodie and replaced it with theirs which is filled with all sorts of probing stuff.” Hagakure added from way at the back of the room.

Whatever hope he had been filled with was instantly shattered.

“Ah, I should’ve known. It’s Hagakure. Why did I even expect?” Naegi sighed as he sank his face into his hands, defeated.

And as they hounded him with questions and camera phones, he took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded him of its original owner.


Nanami wouldn’t even have noticed it and she probably would have gone home wearing it if her classmates hadn’t helpfully pointed it out.

“Hi, Nanami. Welcome back.” Koizumi greeted her as soon as she returned. “Hey, that’s a new color on you.”

“Yeah, what’s with the outfit change?” Saionji asked offhandedly but quickly narrowed her eyes as she felt something unusual about Nanami’s choice in clothing. “Hey, is it just me or is that color disgustingly familiar?”

“Huh, what are the odds of that?” Komaeda said from behind as he just entered the classroom too. He smiled at her. “Now it looks like we’re matching.”

Nanami stare at Komaeda’s hoodie and then back to her own sleeves which she was slightly surprised to find them as dark green like his. She could already piece what had happened given the owner’s luck but it hardly fazed her. She could always ask for her hoodie after classes or tomorrow so she had nothing to worry about. Oddly enough, it fitted her quite well so she had no qualms wearing this in the meantime.

It was strange to wear green instead of her usual brown or blue one but it was just a bit funny since it complimented Komaeda’s own hoodie. “I guess we do match.” She smiled lightly.

There was a peaceful lull in the room… until all hell broke loose.

“Wait! Wait! Waaaaait!” Souda yelled and ran towards them with tears in his eyes. “You guys are wearing matching clothes like what couples do? Someone please tell me this is a joke before I faint.”

“What dark sorcery is this indeed? To have enraptured a divine being without alerting my zodiac generals, truly only a fiend could accomplish such a feat!” Tanaka bellowed with his usual dramatic flair. “Tell me, mortal of unfortunate chance, what are your nefarious intentions with the holy one?”

“In my country, couples wear matching crowns. I now see that this is Japan’s equivalent.” Sonia said with practically sparkling eyes. “I will take note of hoodies when I return to inform my people of such cultural highlights.”

“Let’s not jump into conclusions just yet. We haven’t even asked them if they’re actually an item now.” Koizumi did her best at crowd control and when she was closer to the two, she whispered lowly, “Please feel free to deny all accusations.”

“Yeah! As if Big sis Nanami would ever date trash like Komaeda!” Saionji vehemently shouted “I mean just look at him! She could definitely do better than this hope fanatic!”

“Well you’re not wrong. I am just lowly trash undeserving of love especially from someone with hope as bright as Nanami’s.” Komaeda agreed with a cheerful laugh.

Nanami huffed at his self-deprecating comments. “Komaeda, you should value yourself more. Whether or not I’d want to date you shouldn’t be a standard for your worth.” She then smiled softly at him. “Remember, you are always worth it.”

“What’s with that moment? Surely it was charged with love!” Hanamura jumped at them. “Now tell me, what sorts of love have you two already engaged in? The more physical, the more details I’ll be needing.”

“I suggest you refrain your tongue from spouting any more.” Pekoyama intervened with her bamboo sword right at his throat. “It would do you good to hold back a bit more and respect their privacy on the matter.”

“Oi! Don’t think you can get away with harrassing them. It’s their choice if they want to share anything. So don’t go doing anything that I would need to silence you for, got it?” Kuzuryuu threatened Hanamura but it was all in good will. He then turned to the two still in the hot seat. “You two better start confessing if anything’s going on or else the rest of these guys are going to go off with crazy ideas.”

“An unexpected ship has sailed! Ibuki calls dibs on being the captain! And as captain, I will see to it that this ship reaches the shores!” Ibuki hollered as she strummed on her guitar. “Alright! Let’s sail this ship away!”

“A rarepair, huh. Well it’s not unheard of.” Ryotwo thoughtfully commented. “It’s just a bit suspicious that there weren’t enough flags triggered and there’s suddenly a development.”

“Ack! A critical hit!” Ibuki dramatically clutched her hand over her chest as if she was shot right there. “Not even an hour in and someone’s already attacking my ship! The sea is merciless as ever!”

“Attack? So there’s a fight, yeah?” Owari’s ears perked at the mere mention of the word. “Let me at them! I’ll be sure to fight and win for ya.”

“If it’s a fight you want then I won’t hold back either.” Nidai crackled with energy. “Looks like I have no choice but to do damage control again.”

For the two people who were the center of attention, they took it more calmly than most would.

“Ahaha, everyone’s full of hope like always. Truly, what a wonderful class this is.” Komaeda’s grin reached his ears.

“I’m glad that everyone’s having fun over this.” Nanami seconded with a smile of her own.

And as they hounded her with questions and camera phones, she took comfort at the fact that at least the hoodie was comfortable and warm just like how it reminded her of its original owner.

You paint?

A/N: Hi! This is my first imagine. It’s a Danisnotonfire imagine where the reader is actually really good at painting and neither Dan or Phil knew, till one day Dan finds you painting and thinks it’s amazing. It’s really long I’m sorry!

Pairing- Dan and reader

Female pronouns

Warnings- None (well, I suck at proofreading :))

Enjoy…

The boys had known you about as long as they knew eachother, and you were a good balance to their spontaneous-ness. So when Dan and Phil move to London they take you with them without hesitation. You were long use to Dan yelling in triumph when he beats Phil at Mario Cart or whatever new video game. And you’d learned to buy extra cereal to hide in your room for when Phil is on the prowl. You were comfortable with their antics and appreciated the talents that contributed to the atmosphere in your life. 

Dan’s talent being piano playing with the melodies drifting throughout the entire house, and Phil sometimes singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. You had been gifted with your own abilities as well, but your favorite was painting. The way the paint brushed the canvases, the way various colors blended together so vibrantly and how anything could come from nothing were lessons that got you through important moments in your life and taught you anything was possible.

Sadly, as you finished college with the major your parents told you you would be the best off with and got your steady job, your passion for painting faded like an old work. You still did art, but it was drawing and sketches on printer paper and nothing like the wonders you could create with a brush and some paint. You badly missed painting but your supplies were somewhere in your parents houses, and it was such a long drive for something that may have been thrown away years ago.

It was thanks to your mother you were reunited with your precious talent. She’d come across your painting set up from high school and decided to send you a little care package of your table easel, oil paints, your best brushes and everything you would need to kick start the inspiration again. Painting was your true passion, and she knew nothing made you happier.

The package came while Dan and Phil were at a Youtube convention. So they weren’t there to hear your squeals of excitement that rang through the apartment when you were reunited with your supplies. You threw on you old white button up shirt and pulled on your paint splattered blue jeans that were both in the bottom of your dresser and painted up three painting before the day was over. It felt so good to have the brush back in your hands.

Dan’s PoV

(Y/N) had been in a permanent state of euphoria ever since Phil and I had gotten back from the convention. There was an extra bounce in her step and she would always smile at random times. She seemed the same other than that, except for the occasional moment when she comes to breakfast in the morning looking sleepy because she apparently couldn’t sleep. I occasionally indulged myself in trying to figure out what made her so happy. But no matter how often I caught her with a sudden smile at something in her head or found myself staring at a point in the distance for so long Phil or (Y/N) thought I was having an existential crisis, I couldn’t figure out the extra look of excitement she got in her eyes when something of beauty crossed her eyes. Or why she would sometimes stay in her rooms for hours at a time in silence. As always, (Y/N) was the enigma that made life interesting.

The first big clue must’ve come a year before we’d even moved into the London apartment, when the three of us had volunteered for a park beautification project. (Y/N)’s eyes had lit up when she’d gotten the email that she’d been asked to help paint the new mural that the city was putting on the cinder block tunnel at the edge of the park. I thought it was just because she’d gotten out of redoing the flower garden unlike Phil and I. And I’d shrugged it off when she had shown up in a paint splattered white button shirt and blue jeans of matching style, I guess I figured she’d painted a house or something before. And I was so flustered when at lunch her supervisor came up to me at the barbeque and told me: “Your girlfriend was such a help with the mural, she’s very talented.” I was too busy trying to quickly explain she wasn’t my girlfriend to comprehend the part of her being more than good at smearing paint on stone and having a real gift at bringing out potential in more than just people.

The second one came a week after the convention, when (Y/N) had been 20 minutes late to grab a slice of her favorite pizza and when she finally came out, her hands were far from the normal (Y/S) color. They were instead splattered with various colors of the rainbow. “Oh my god, (Y/N)! What did you do to your hands?” Phil asked.

“Huh?” She asked confused. She looked down at her hands and her cheeks turn a rosy color. “Oh shoot!” She quickly rush to the kitchen to scrub her hands, coming back five minutes later with a red glow on her face that somehow made her look even more pretty than ever. Phil and I look at each other but don’t say anything. I continue eating my pizza and study the blue streak in (Y/N)’s (y/h/c) hair, not connecting the dots until another week later.

Your POV

You ran out of canvases yesterday when you finished your latest peice. It was a painting of the sunset over the mountains, one of your favorites so far. You’d been painting up a storm whenever you had free time or couldn’t sleep, and as a result your room was filled with various masterpieces ranging from the night sky to the galaxy. What on earth am I going to do with all of these? You think pulling on a raincoat to brace London’s glaring rain. Normally you could just hang them on your wall, but the space was already occupied by various posters and photos. I could give them to relatives, but I don’t think I have enough family members in my entire family tree. You chuckle and quickly run a brush through your hair as you continue to get ready. When you were ready you walked out of your room and straight into Dan. “Woah,” Dan exclaimed as you two collided. The camcorder tumbled out of his hand and you quickly caught it.

“Centuries old. Don’t want to break that,” You hand the camera back to him while quoting the Sherlock episode the three of you watched last night. Dan smiles in relief of his camera being saved and you take in the chocolate brown of his eyes. How lucky you were to see the most beautiful wonder of the world everyday. To be surrounded by masterpieces and have the privilege to make one smile each day.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Phil would kick my butt if I broke another camera,” Dan joked. 

“No problem,” you reply. “You recording a video today?”

He shrugs. “Just finished actually,” he shifts the camera to his other hand and notes you rain coat and his eyes widen slightly. “You’re going out? It’s like, storming outside.”

“I need to get some things,” You reply vaguely. “I’ll be alright.”

Dan didn’t seem reassured, “do you want me to go with you?”

You smile at his concern, “I’m a big girl Dan. You’re welcome to come if you’d like though.” 

Before Dan can reply though, Phil’s voice rings through the apartment, “Daaaaannnnnnnn.”

Dan rolls his eyes and yells over his shoulder, “what Phil.”

“We need to record an episode of the Sims.” Dan looks back at me and I laugh. 

“Go record. I’ll be fine, Dan, I’ll pick up a pizza for dinner.”

“Get sausage!” Phil shouts excitedly, from the other side of the apartment.

“Phil I can hear you just fine there’s no need to yell!” You yell back with a giggle.

Dan smiles and shakes his head. “Okay, okay. Just be careful alright?”

“You mean more careful than you are with your video equipment?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Dan laughs, and his smile makes me melt. “Alrighty then. See you later.” He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and walks down the hall to record.

(Time skip brought to my by waffles and my lazy A ;D)

I unlock the apartment door and start bringing everything in. Three bags of groceries, three five packs of canvases, and another bag of brushes from the art store. Needless to say, after buying both groceries and paint supplies, it didn’t seem smart to try and bring a pizza on the underground. So instead you just ordered one for delivery and hoped the boys saved you a slice. 

“(Y/N)? You home?” You hear Dan yell from upstairs. 

“Yeah!” You shout and lock the door behind you. Seconds later Dan clomps down the stairs and sees you soaking wet with shopping bags surrounding you.

“Jeez (Y/N), did you walk through a tornado?” Dan asks in regard to your disheveled hair. 

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, wringing out your hair. “Help me with the groceries, Howell.” You pick up your canvases and a grocery bag. Dan gets the other three bags.

“Was the weather bad?” Dan asks as you walk up the stairs behind him.

“No, Dan it was sunny and rainbows filled the sky,” you reply with all the sarcasm you could muster.

“Ugh sound horrible,” Dan retorts.

“So how was recording? Did Dil set anything on fire?”

Dan laughs, “yeah actually. And it was all Phil’s fault.” He finishes with a yell.

“No it wasn’t!” Phil calls back, his voice squeaking. Dan and I laugh.

“Lemme throw my bag and stuff in my room real fast.” You say reaching the hall. “And you better have saved me some pizza Phil.” You yell towards the living room.

“Dan, help,” Phil stage whispers. “We only saved her one slice.” 

“Oh that better be a lie,” You say with a giggle and set your things on your bed. You quickly place the canvases you bought against your wardrobe, next to some of your finished paintings, then go to join the boys in putting groceries away. 

“Okay we saved you two slices, but we’ll watch whatever movie you want,” Dan compromised, handing you the box of cereal to put in the cupboard. 

“It’s cool. You guys up for (Favorite Movie)?” You grab the next item and place it in the fridge. The boys agree.

“I’ll see if it’s on netflix,” Phil says, relishing the excuse to get out of putting away groceries. On the way out, He gives Dan a look like do something you fool. To which Dan rolls his eyes. You and Dan continue to finish putting the shopping away when he comes across your paint bushes.

“Where do these go?” He asked, studying them. 

“Oh I got those, here.” You took the paint brushes from him and placed them on top of your desk. Your eyes catch a particular painting you were quite proud of. A quiet nighttime lake with pond lilies surrounded by a lust green forest with fireflies lighting up the water and sky. You could almost hear the crickets and frogs croaking.

“Woah.” You turn and see Dan standing in the door. His mouth agape and his chocolate eyes darting to your different artworks. He sees you looking  and rubs his neck. “I- Sorry, the door was open and I- Phil got the movie set up and-” His eyes catch the painting you were just admiring. “Did you do these?” He asks, referring to the paintings around him.

“Yeah,” You say sheepishly. You didn’t know why you were so shy about this. Plenty of people had seen your work and said you were good, but Dan seeing them somehow felt, different. You’d never actively asked for someone’s opinions on your work, but you wanted Dan’s approval, you wanted him to think they were good. It embarrassed you a little thinking about it.

“These are- (Y/N) these are incredible,” Dan says. His eyes are trained on your face and you feel a burst of pride. “You should sell some of these.”

You smile and tuck a peice of hair behind your ear, “thanks.” You and Dan stand there for a second, his eyes catching yours and then both of you quickly looking away. “Should we go watch the movie?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s just,” he hesitates, his eyes going from your features to the paintings again, then continues, “those are amazing.” You beam at him once more, then follow him into the living room. Inside your chest your heart felt warm with a sense of achievement and comfort. If the world turned on its head tomorrow and everyone said that your painting were horrid, Dan Howell said your paintings were amazing.

And somehow that felt like the highest praise in the world.

Hi! Thanks for reading.

Stay (Poe Dameron x Reader)

One-shot. Kinda fluffy, definitely smutty. 

A/N: So in the Poe Dameron comics, it’s pretty apparent that Poe is kind of fanatical about the Resistance, to the point where he definitely puts himself at Extra Risk because dude has basically no regard for his life (he’s Space!Hamilton, it’s fine). I decided to do a one-shot where he’s in a relationship and has to face what his reckless bullshit means for his partner. I actually really love how it turned out. Also, tagging now works for me, so if you want to be tagged in future crap, just let me know in replies/reblogs. @fandom-writes 

Much love and thanks everyone -CharlieXo


“Baby, you home?” Poe called from the front hall, his voice bouncing off the walls as it traveled down to you.

“BEDROOM!” You looked up from your manual, covered in brightly colored and detailed notes, waiting for him to appear in the doorway. The heavy thud of his work boots on the hardwood floors faded to soft padding as he hit the carpet, and you rolled your eyes, even as your heart beat a little faster at his approach. You tossed your notes on the bedside table and scooted out from beneath the blankets, straightening out your little study nest and hiding the cookies you’d been eating in bed; you had barely snuck the tin into the drawer when you heard his teasing laugh behind you.

“Busted,” he chuckled. You whirled around with a bright smile on your face, a smile that quickly fell from your lips. Poe leaned against the door frame, his body sagging with the effort of just standing upright. His overnight bag dangled from his hands and somehow his worn leather jacket looked too big on him. You crossed the room and reached out a hand to ease the bag away from him, but Poe wasn’t having any of it; his arm wrapped around your waist as he drew you into a deep kiss, mouth moving hungrily against yours. He pulled away only when his lip split, wincing as he brushed the blood from the dry and cracked skin.

Your fingers latched around the bag and you tugged gently; this time he let you take it from him, his eyes fixed on you the whole time. You tossed the bag to the floor unceremoniously and reached up to pull off his jacket when Poe waved you off.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got it.” He made no move to remove the jacket, instead closing his eyes and leaning his head against the door. Deep, sunken shadows sat under his eyes, and there were angry red scrapes along his forehead, half hidden by dark curls that had grown a little wild and longer since the last time you saw him. His lips were swollen and cracked, a bright red gash splitting his bottom lip. You reached up to cup his jaw, earning you a lazy smile and a kiss on your palm as Poe nuzzled your hand.

“Looks like you got into a little trouble, baby. You know I hate it when someone other than me marks you up,” you teased, hoping you didn’t sound as worried as you felt. Poe reached for you and pulled you into another deep kiss, this time ignoring the sharp sting as his lips toyed with yours. Calloused fingers moved under your shirt, running over your waist and around to your back; he pressed his palms flat against your back, drawing you in closer to the hard planes of his body. The cold edge of his jacket’s zipper bit at your nipples, which had grown harder beneath your thin shirt as his thumbs rubbed the skin of your back raw. Heat pooled in your stomach and you felt the familiar tingle and slickness between your thighs as his hands moved down over your ass and squeezed. You broke away and bit your lip, breathing hard as you rested your forehead on his chest. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Poe settled on the edge of the bed, shedding his jacket and tossing it to the floor, followed by one boot and then the other. You walked into the ‘fresher and turned on the shower, waiting until the water was scalding hot and steam curled around your fingers like smoke, just the way he liked it, then turned back to the bedroom.

“Poe Dameron what in the hell did you do to yourself?” Your words rang out like a slap, the edge in your voice sharper than you’d intended; Poe winced visibly, freezing halfway through pulling his shirt off his back. You rushed over to him, leaning across the bed to get a better look at his newly uncovered wounds.

“Shit, I forgot about those ones,” he muttered to himself as your fingers brushed over the deep purple bruises blossoming across his skin. His lower back and sides were covered in angry splotches, and he hissed when you pushed against them. Still fresh, you thought angrily.

“Those ones?” you repeated, fighting to keep your voice even. When he didn’t answer, you sighed deeply and poked at one of the yellowing bruises, feeling a sharp satisfaction when he hissed and squirmed. “Stand up then, and let me see the others.” Poe groaned loudly.

“Promise not to freak out?”

“Promise not to be stupid on missions,” you fired back. He sounded exhausted and not at all ready for this fight, but your blood was pounding in your ears and you weren’t letting this go that easily. Poe nodded his head in concession, and gave you a small smile over his shoulder.

“At least be gentle with me?” He joked half-heartedly. He hadn’t made a move to get up or even turn around yet; his shoulders were hunched, hiding his torso from your sight.

“No,” you returned flatly. “Now turn around.”

Poe heaved himself to his feet and slowly turned to face you, and whatever teasing jab had been forming in your mind died instantly. Larger bruises, still black and blue at the core, spread like ink over his stomach and up to his ribs. Several deeps scratches and scrapes covered his arms and shoulders; a few would certainly scar, adding to the haphazard crisscross of faded white lines, like constellations on his warm, brown skin. And between his lower ribs was a bright, shiny pink wound and what looked like fresh stitch marks. White hot anger burned at your stomach, unshed tears pricking painfully at your eyes.

“What the fuck did you do?” you asked icily, the chill in your voice masking the fury rising like bile in your throat.

“Baby, it’s worse than it looks. Don’t do this,” Poe brushed you off, shrugging his shoulders calmly.

“That’s a blade wound!” you snarled, jabbing your finger at his ribs. “You had stitches, and from what I can see, they weren’t done very well. Did you even look for a medical droid, or did you just do it yourself?”

“There wasn’t one around!” He was defensive now, his eyes flashing brightly.

“Of course there wasn’t. That would involve you having some sort of plan, instead flying blindly into the wall and hoping for the best. For fuck’s sake, Poe, you were supposed to be gathering intel!”

“Hey, you know as well as I do that things don’t always work out so diplomatically with the First Order,” he spat out the name, disgust clear in his voice.

“When the First Order’s involved, diplomacy goes out the window with you. It’s all dogfights and fist fights and every other fight, and you come home looking like a combat dummy!”

“At least I came home!”

“And what about the one time you don’t?” you screamed, your voice raw with unshed tears and desperation. “What happens to me then, Poe? When you don’t come home because you finally ran out of luck?”

“Everyone runs out of luck at some point,” he shot back, his voice strangely quiet and emotionless. You laughed bitterly, feeling the acid of it rip through your throat.

“Not everyone pushes their luck like you, Poe. Not everyone is so hell bent on dying for the Resistance that making it out alive becomes a goddamn miracle.” With that, you stalked from the bedroom, shaking and sick with anger. Poe slammed the door to the ‘fresher and you waited until you were sure he wasn’t coming out any time soon before you collapsed on the couch. Hot tears cut tracks down your cheeks as they fell, but you didn’t bother to wipe them away; more would come, and soon you would be a soggy mess. Instead you closed your eyes and hummed to yourself, the tune shaky and timid at first, then stronger as the tears stopped flowing. You lay your head on the couch’s back and let the words flow from you, thick with emotion.

“Nowhere left to dream, so I’ll just stay awake,” you sang softly.

“I always loved when you sang.” You started, your eyes flying open suddenly. Poe leaned against the wall, arms folded across his chest. Water dripped from his curls down onto his shoulders, and trickled down his skin. The bruises looked even more stark and ugly now that his skin was clean of dirt and oil, but he seemed softer and gentler since showering and changing into his cotton sleep pants. He looked more like your Poe and not the soldier that had come home in his place.

You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came; instead your brushed at the tears welling in your eyes again and looked away, staring intently at your lap. In three strides, Poe was across the room and kneeling by your sides, his hands closing around yours and pulling them to his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of your wrists.

“Do you even get it, Poe?” Now it was you who sounded exhausted, but you met held his gaze, your voice pleading. “Do you know what would happen to me if you…,” you trailed off, unable to finish the thought. “I need you to come back.”

Poe pulled you from the couch and into his lap, his hands cradling your face as he kissed your forehead, then your cheeks. His lips brushed sweet kisses against your nose, your eyelids, your jaw, everywhere but your lips. Your legs wrapped around his hips and you shifted in his lap, desperate to be as close to him as possible. His mouth trailed down your neck as his hands slid up your sides, sweeping your shirt up and over your head; he pressed your body to him, the heat of his bare skin against yours warming you from head to toe. He stroked the length of your spine with one hand, while the other tilted your chin up as he covered your mouth with his in an impossibly sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself as close as you possibly could to him, and it still wasn’t close enough for your taste. He moaned softly and parted your lips with his tongue as his hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair. His other hand brushed down of your arm and side with feather light touches, then skimmed up your stomach and cupped your breast. He rubbed slow circles over the sensitive skin, the roughness of his callouses sending jolts through your body; the pads of his fingers rolled and tugged playfully at your nipple as it grew harder under his touch, and a familiar ache of desire spread through your stomach. Your thighs squeezed around his hips and your breathing grew shallower as his hand continued to tease you, his mouth never leaving yours. When you thought you couldn’t stand it anymore, you broke away from his kiss and pressed your forehead to his shoulder, your chest heaving as you gasped for air. He shifted beneath you, unwinding your legs from around his hips, and lay you down gently on the floor.

He pulled your legs up on his lap, nudging your knees apart with deft hands that stroked your thighs smoothly as he reached for the thin cotton panties still in his way. You lifted your hips, and in one fluid motion, he’d wrapped his fingers around the thin band and pulled them away and down your legs. The second he tossed them aside, he was hovering over you, his body between your legs and his lips planting sucking little kisses from your earlobe to the hollow of your throat. He supported himself on one hand; the other traveled the length of your stomach, exploring and caressing the soft dips and swells covering the muscles coiled beneath your skin. He moved with agonizing slowness, as if he were taking his time to memorize your entire body by feel alone, determined to know every hill and valley, every scar and mark he could find, and claim it all as his. You wound your fingers in his curls and closed your eyes, letting your body soften and melt under his touch.

After what felt like years, his hand made its way down past your navel, below your hips; his mouth teased your breast, flicking his tongue over you as his fingers stroked your slick cunt, light as a feather’s touch. You made a noise that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan as his teeth grazed your nipple, tugging lightly as he slid two fingers easily along your wet slit, and lifted your hips against his hand. He kissed your lips again, hesitating for just a second before slipping his tongue into your mouth, and pushing two fingers inside your cunt at the same time. There was nothing strangled about the moan that tore from your throat then; every nerve felt awake at the same time, burning white hot under your skin and igniting your bones. The ache returned, growing stronger every time he pulled him fingers from you, like a hunger that could never be satisfied. Your back arched and your body rose up to meet him with every slow thrust of his hand, and though you all but begged him, he never sped up. His fingers curled inside you and every stroke of your walls drove you further to the edge; his other hand braided in your hair as he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring and teasing you just as sweetly as his fingers below.

Your own hands pulled at his arms and back, searching for any way to pull him closer. Only inches separated you but it may as well have been miles, and you needed to feel the weight of him on you, pushing you through the floor, becoming a part of you. Your nails dug faint white tracks down his spine as he brought you to orgasm, and for the first time that night, you felt him shiver with pleasure, losing just a little bit of the control he fought so hard to keep. You did it again as your cunt tightened around his fingers, and you moaned his name against his lips over and over, unable to keep the smile from blooming as you watched him come undone above you.

“Poe,” you murmured, your lips still pressed to his, “I need you.” Your fingers wound around the drawstring of his pants, pulling hard until the knot came loose in your hand. You pushed the thin cotton down his hips and thighs, and let out a small sigh of satisfaction as you took his hard cock in your hand. “I need you,” you repeated, pumping him with long, slow strokes. Poe nodded breathlessly, nuzzling your neck as you guided him between your legs; you let out a long, low moan as he pushed inside, feeling the ache finally settle as he filled your cunt. He stilled for a minute, his own moans ringing in your ears.

Another shiver passed through him as he thrust deeply into you, the sweet pain of his thrust making you moan and squirm beneath him. You ground your hips up against him, then pushed him to his back and straddled him, desperate to feel him hard and deep inside you. Your fingers wound tightly with his as you pinned his hands to the floor and your lips nipped at his throat as you pushed your hips back.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his hands struggling against yours as his cock slid further inside your tight cunt. You circled your hips teasingly and Poe swore louder, his own hips jerking up and slamming against you. His carefully controlled rhythm gave way to more urgent thrusts as he crashed into you, tearing moan after moan from your lips. His hands broke free from your grip and settled on your hips, pulling you down to meet his thrusts and pushing so deeply inside you, you were sure you were going to burst. You kissed his jaw and neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin and leaving your own marks; he moaned your name as your tongue teased him, and his muscles coiled and tensed beneath you. He reached a hand between your legs and stroked your clit between thrusts, pulling you once again to the edge of orgasm. You bit your lip, fighting back a loud scream as your body tightened and shook, but his fingers were relentless and you came hard, panting and twisting against him. You kissed him deeply, melting against his body as he held you to him, then rested your forehead against his and pushed your hips back again.

“Come on baby, come for me,” you moaned, squeezing your walls tight around him as he thrust into you. He swore loudly and pushed you down on his lap, forcing himself in deeply and holding you still as he finished forcefully. His chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath; his skin was flushed and red, and slick with sweat. You leaned down and trailed soft kisses down his neck, murmuring his name as you did. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to his side, cradling you against his body. You reached for the blanket on the couch and draped it across the two of you, suddenly aware of the cold and your nakedness. His hand trailed lazily down your back and his eyes fluttered closed.

“I could spend forever like this,” he muttered sleepily, his face easing into a peaceful, dreamy mask. “Just you and me and no one else in the galaxy.”

Request:  “Hiya! I absolutely love your writing and came up with a really cute idea if you’d like to do it? Maybe where Credence and Reader have only recently had a baby and Credence is scared he’ll hurt them. When reader is asleep little one starts crying and he calms them down. I’m not good at explaining things but just lots of cuteness and fluff and aw. Thank you lovely!! <3″

Warnings: None!!

Word Count: 1,189

A/N: Kept as gender neutral as possible!! No mention of actual birth or anything, so if you’d like to imagine that the baby is adopted, that’s a possibility. :-)


A baby. There was now a baby in Credence’s life. And he could not possibly be more terrified than he was as he watched you carry the foreign creature into your shared home. He had no idea what he was doing or how this would play out, so he made a decision: he would not allow himself to be alone with the baby. The only time he would risk holding them was when you were in the same room. It’s not that he didn’t want to take care of them or that he didn’t love them, but part of him was still nervous about himself. Was he in control enough to be trusted with this tiny life literally in his hands? Would he be a good father? Would he be enough for his new family? Everything in his life had always been uncertain, but now that uncertainty involved the happiness of people he cared about, he felt like he might spiral into a panic. It wasn’t just about him anymore, and that absolutely terrified him.

But you were so, so tired. It’s not that Credence wasn’t awake and around when the baby cried or needed to be fed or bathed or put to bed, but actually taking care of the baby, holding them and feeding them and tending to them, had really taken it out of you as time went on. You didn’t resent Credence, not one little bit, because you knew this would take adjusting for him. It had taken months of discussion to even come to the conclusion that he was open to the possibility of adding children to your lives, so it was only natural that he was skittish and uncertain around this new life. It’s just that you were so tired.

Which is why you didn’t even stir on the twenty-fifth night of having the new baby. Credence woke to the faint crying coming from the nursery and waited stiffly for you to wake up too, but you never did. As he looked down at you, deep creases in your forehead as a result of your furrowed brows during your deep sleep and heavy, dark circles under your eyes, he knew he couldn’t wake you up; you needed rest. Tentatively, he stood from bed, taking quick, quiet steps toward the nursery.

The crying was more persistent but not much louder than when it had started. He placed his palms cautiously on the crib, looking at the baby for a few moments and taking in their appearance before making any movements. Their eyes were squeezed tightly shut, obscuring their eye color, and deep lines had formed across their face because of the harsh crying. The baby was so small, hardly the length of even his forearm. Credence wondered briefly if anyone could be trusted with such a small, fragile creature, but  realized that, after having watched you care for them these past two weeks, he knew it was possible.

Carefully, so carefully, Credence reached down to gently grip the child and bring them to his chest. Mimicking what he had seen you do over the past few weeks, he cradled the child’s head in the crook of his arm and swayed softly back and forth, careful not to shake while making sure that the baby could feel the soothing motion of the rocking. The crying continued for a few minutes, making Credence worry that you would wake up and making him worry he would be a complete failure with this baby, but slowly, the anguished cries subsided, getting quieter before settling into a sleepy silence.

The baby’s eyes were drooping with sleep but gazing up at Credence, a pale blue color that most newborns have but that Credence thought was beautiful and time-stopping, and he couldn’t help but smile at this tiny creature. This new being in his life couldn’t talk, couldn’t really communicate, couldn’t explain their feelings, but somehow, they had found solace in the circle of his arms, had been lulled to a sleepy security by him, Credence, known obscurus and past destroyer of New York. Credence’s smile stretched as the baby’s arms swung around blindly before gripping his outstretched finger, and for the first time in these past few weeks, Credence felt like a father, watching his child fall asleep in his arms.

He wasn’t aware at the time, but you had woken up and were watching these events pass quietly from the door frame, leaning against it and smiling widely at your family. It was all coming together. For a while there, you weren’t sure if it would; Credence had so many bad nights, and you weren’t faultless either. You two always loved each other, of course, but that didn’t make forming a life together any easier. Life just seemed overwhelming, and it never seemed to stop. In Credence’s own words, life happened so much all the time, and you couldn’t have agreed more.

But in this moment, looking at Credence, there was nothing else. There was Credence and there was the baby, and everything else stopped. Credence was so hyperfocused on this child loosely gripping his finger and sleeping blissfully in his arms that, for the first time in many, many years, he hadn’t noticed someone new enter the room; he hadn’t jumped or startled and had simply continued gazing at this baby, his child, in his arms, and you could feel hot tears swelling in your eyes once you acknowledged this. Maybe this is what moving on looked like: little steps forward as you immersed yourself into your own life, your own family. And with that, you walked toward Credence, murmuring a soft “Hey” as you neared him.

He looked up slowly, that same lazy smile on his face as he turned his gaze from his child to you, and whispered, “Maybe I can do this, Y/N.”

You fought with yourself to keep the tears in so that you could normalize this moment, could support Credence and show him how much you believed that he could do this. So you just nodded and rested your head against his shoulder before whispering back, “You definitely can, Credence.”

Silence followed, and that was okay. Silence often followed with Credence, and the more time went on, the more comforting it was. You didn’t tell him that he didn’t need to keep holding the baby, that he could place the sleeping child back in the crib, and instead simply stood there, pressing your body to his in some kind of attempt to feel your family.

And then Credence willingly disrupted the silence, looking away from the baby and into your eyes once more. “Y/N, I’m a father. I’m a dad.”

“Yeah, you are.” Another smile.

“We’re doing this.”

“Yeah, we are.”

A light sigh, a tiny smile. “We’re a family.”

You didn’t mention the tear that fell down his face, simply pressed a kiss to his cheek and looked at him, then to your baby, then back to him. “Yes.”

“I have a family.” You let silence follow his last comment and allowed the three of you to just be that–a family.


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poliearbear  asked:

This blog is incredible. Any chance you might look at the most recent redesigns Tamora Pierce's Song of Lioness series? I have Opinions on them, but they're also strongly tinged by outrage that they dared to change the design from the version I had growing up.

THANK U FRIEND. I WILL DO MY BEST

In some ways, this is a perfect follow-up post to my Earthsea tirade: another classic fantasy series that has been graced with some distinctly vintage #looks. In fact, it’s really worth going over some of the old designs before we get to the new one, so let’s explore.

FIRST UP we have some charming vintage covers! (i was too lazy to date all these so idk circa what year). These seem to have been pretty widespread, so it may be what you’re referring to re the style you grew up with, asker? Anyway, these are adorable. Do I take them seriously? Not really, the style is mad dated, but who cares. They’re super fun, and the illustrations are exciting and colorful and very specific to actual elements in the story. As a kid I would have eaten that shit up, and in the 90s, I’m sure this was the height of fantasy book design.

NEXT. (and I’m sorry they’ve been cropped on the sides, but I think we get the idea) (in case it was unclear I just rip these from google, I don’t compile all these images myself LMAO) I’m generally not a fan of ‘boxed in illustration w very simple type below/above it’: It’s boring, design-wise, though it’s also inoffensive and hard to fuck up. But the illustrations are really lovely and vivid; I love how scrappy Alanna looks and how we get a real sense of peril and drama and grit without literally making everything dark, or sapping it of its whimsy.

TIME FOR SOME TRULY HEINOUS ONES. These beauties below, where Alanna is being really chill about clearly having been set on fire and is also apparently living in a post apocalyptic wasteland, came out in 2010, aka the height of the paranormal YA romance craze.

You can’t tell at all, obviously.

Nope, no influence here. Bella Alanna looks totally normal with absurd photoshopped lighting/effects and her two brooding love interests who would never be mistaken for vampires. (fun fact, when you google image search “song of the lioness new covers” half the results are this single image, because the internet has devoted a LOT of blog space to going WTF at it over the years. but seriously, wtf is that shirt she’s wearing?)

And we have these, where they couldn’t be assed to do more than one illustration, or to…. put…. a shirt on her? even though she’s wearing a cloak? Where did the rest of her hair go? Shouldn’t we be seeing an indication of boobs, with that much of her chest exposed? It’s been a long time since I read these so correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t her Magic Necklace for contraceptive purposes? Is that the thing we want to devote an entire book cover to? Whatever its purpose, why does it look like that? At least the twilight covers still had alanna holding swords on them rather than inexplicable quasi-nudity.

Also, this is the collected edition that I read when I was like 13, and I am biased, but I think it’s the best:

it captures the bright, kitschy, vintage-illustration feeling of a lot of the old covers without actually being kitschy or vintage. It has the upbeat cool-lady-knight-on-an-fun-adventure vibe that the Twilight covers are missing. The type knows what’s up and is chilling, letting the illustration do its thing while still being integrated w it. 10/10.

There are tons of others, but I think that’s sufficient context, so let’s look at the new-new covers:

Hm.

Usually I’m pro-abstraction and anti-putting the characters on the cover, because that tends to be the obvious, unimaginative solution. However, unlike my feelings about the Earthsea books, I think making the the Lioness series appeal to children is actually a worthwhile endeavor, and to that end, I think it’s kind of a shame to lose the imagery of Alanna herself swinging swords around, which really does have a unique appeal. Especially since the first book is literally ALANNA: THE FIRST ADVENTURE. You’re being sold on the character as much as the story.

But for what we have, I…. almost like it? All the text is really well-balanced, to harken again back to the Earthsea conversion on Series Title Vs Actual Title, and the intricate framed woodwork thing with different color schemes as an overarching structure is working for me. The detailing is worth looking at up-close:

But up close we also notice my Problem which is the fact that these objects are photomanips, instead of illustrations. It might be argued that this is a matter of taste/ preference, but here, I don’t think it is; I think illustration was a real opportunity to be stylistically interesting/integrated with the rest of the cover and it was wasted on…. this subpar photograph of a horse.

Publishers seem to shy away from illustration on YA fantasy covers. I’m not sure why: we get plenty of trendy (mostly simplified or abstracted) illustration on YA contemp, Illustration has always been a major mainstay of middle grade covers, and art a la Uprooted/any Gregory Maguire book or the ADSOM series is sort of a Thing for adult fantasy right now, but YA fantasy is having a moment with typographically-driven covers, and, eternally, an ugly affair with photomanip. I can’t say for sure that the designers of these Lioness covers were “aiming YA” but…. Subpar Photograph of a Horse is making me think they are, or are at least taking cues from that genre. Anyway, that’s kind of a tangent but it is A Bummer Generally.

Of the four images, the shield is working the best and the cat is working the worst. They’re not terrible by any means, but they’re awfully generic-feeling, and lack any particular sense of depth or dynamism. Overall, this is one of those times where my critiques leave the realm of Concrete Terms and Measurable Inadequacies into something more ephemeral, but I feel like Lioness series covers, at their best, encapsulate a whimsy and a warmth that these just…. lack, even though I don’t really have any major fights to pick with the design. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

Just had a weird spur of the moment headcanon. But bear with me for a sec... AU, where RFA is in highschool with MC, and MC is with Jumin, and one day MC is sick and doesn't show up, so Jumin sneaks into MC's room to bring her stuff and fluff ensues.

Haha, that sounds super cute! Depending on how close they were (I’m assuming they were super tight in the au you were suggesting) I don’t think it’s unlikely. (I accidentally read this wrong the first time and wrote them as good friends that fall in love??? I’m sorry I can’t read to save my life sometimes??? *facepalm* I hope you enjoy this anyway) Maybe it would go something like this? (Also I’m making them all the same age because I’m a lazy):


MC was feeling abysmal as she closed the door to her bedroom, cradling a tissue box in her arms as she returned to bed. Looking to her phone, she noticed class was over in the time she had inadvertently passed out on the couch downstairs. She opened the messenger to ask Jumin for the homework– as they shared most of their classes being honor students–when her window slid open of its own accord to reveal a familiar head of dark hair. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she laughed at his unceremonious entrance, unrepentant as each limb and a bag followed.

“Oh my God, Jumin, you did not.” She managed in between giggles.

His deadpan expression softened into a sheepish yet devilish smirk. “You have your ways of avoiding your mother, I have mine. Please excuse the intrusion.”

She waved him off, unperturbed. They’d been climbing in each others houses for years now, they were hardly strangers. “You could have just emailed everything to me, you didn’t have to come all this way. I don’t want to get you sick too.” MC insisted with a sniffle. More than that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble with his father over something so trivial.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be fine.” He grinned, removing a neat folder from his bag with everything she needed to catch up, she was sure. “For you.”

“Thank you,” She placed the small stack of papers on her nightstand. “How long did you have to fight Zen to be the one to bring it to me?” MC asked dryly.

She was delighted to hear Jumin laugh, holding up his hands from their original position crossed over his chest. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He always seemed so comfortable, so liberated compared to his usual withdrawn reticence. “You got me, I had to beat him at rock paper scissors before he relented. Which makes no sense considering we live a block away from each other. In terms of efficiency, I was the most viable option.”

MC smiled. Jihyun was right, he was ever the scientist. But she thought the practicality was adorable, and it made him a lot more honest than most. It was refreshing that she never had to wonder what he was thinking since he was always open about it.

“Wait just a second, you must be thirsty after running here and climbing that tree. Let me get some water,” She exited before he could protest and returned with two water bottles, one to keep her hydrated and the other to make sure he was drinking properly too. Though she doubted he had problems with his health considering how he regimented just about everything.

“Thanks.” His voice was quiet, low. The sound of it never failed to soothe her, even now as her head throbbed slightly from oversleeping.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, their gazes wandering, most often to each other. A light blush often colored their cheeks whenever either was caught staring, accidentally or not, and Jumin’s hand came up to rub the nape of his neck. 

MC was curious at the sight of the gesture. He only did that when he was nervous. “Is something wrong, Jumin?“ Was his stepmother acting up again? “You know you can always stay here if you’re not comfortable at home.” She said softly, her hand reaching out to cover his in the hopes of comforting him. She had wanted to talk some sense into his parents for a long time, but she knew they would only take out whatever she said on him the moment she was gone. She hated how powerless she was to stop it. Anything she could do to help, he had but to ask.

He shook his head. “No it’s not that, but thank you, MC.” His words were suffused with a warm gratitude that was somewhat shy. “It’s…actually…” His gaze moved to the floor, lips pursed until he managed to force the words out. “Would you have preferred it if Zen was the one to come instead of me?” She could see the faintest of blushes coloring the tips of his ears.

“Much as I would appreciate whoever came to deliver the things I need, I think I’d have to say no.” She hedged. His head shot up immediately to stare at her in surprise as her hands fiddled with the sheets, pulling at a stray thread on one of the corners as she her face flamed.

A slow smile she didn’t see overtook his face, more radiant than any he’d worn all his life. “Truly?” He asked. 

She nodded, mortified and unable to look at him and down-spiraling as usual. God he was going to think she was one of those crazy kids at school desperate to get his attention for all the wrong reasons, nice going you idiot. As if he doesn’t have enough girls hitting on him on a daily basis! Way to ruin everything, all he wanted was a real friend and you had to take it too far, stop being selfish and–

Her thoughts were halted in their tracks when she felt the velvet brush of lips and the lightest pressure on her forehead, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening even further. All she could do was blink and stare at his crisp white collar, mouth slightly agape as he took a step back. He was blushing a bit too, despite his indulgent smile.

“Before you self-destruct,” He began, knowing all too well how she overthought things sometimes. Her brows would knit and her face would scrunch up in quiet horror in the most endearing way, though he always halted her before she could go too far with it and come to the wrong conclusion. “I like you too,” He revealed, his voice no louder than a murmur.

“O-oh.” Was all she could manage to say. Holy crap holy crap holy crap this was not a drill, Jumin liked her plain ass back. At this rate, she was going to need a hospital for an entirely different reason. She had liked him for a long time, but never wanted to make him uncomfortable with the expectation of something more considering the kinds of experiences he’d had with women all his life.

“But the most important thing right now is your health,” He continued, wrapping a spare blanket from the closet around her shoulders. “We can address this more as soon as you’ve rested. In the meantime, don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything.” His voice was as stern as it was sincere, largely because MC was stubborn to a troublesome degree about asking for help. He didn’t want her to hesitate, even if all she wanted was to talk. “Feel better, MC.” Shooting her another one of his delightful small smiles, he climbed back out and down the tree, heading home to tell his father about another impromptu student council meeting no doubt.

Her hands came up to cover her face, trying to hold in the shrill scream climbing up her throat. He had to be the cutest combination of awkward and charming she’d ever seen. Hoping it wasn’t a fever dream and giddy for tomorrow, she got to work on the day’s assignments so that she could go to bed early.

She pulled the blanket he had retrieved for her closer in the hopes that she would warm more quickly, which made her notice it was her favorite one: the gray one. The one she had draped over his shoulders when he’d appeared one night, eyes wide and terrified; desperate to be as far away from what she assumed to be his home. It had been raining heavily and she hadn’t known him all that well yet, but he had seemed trustworthy enough at school. So she pulled him inside without a second thought despite the lack of explanation. She then led him to the living room and asked him to wait in the quietest voice she could manage, only moving when she saw him nod imperceptibly. She didn’t ask him any questions, just prepared Earl Grey tea–thank God Jihyun had gushed about him to her– and chose the blanket because it had matched his striking eyes. The ones that had seemed so dull and clouded when she first met him, like the mist that guards a heavily fortified fortress. After pouring the tea and setting up the couch for him to stay the night, she remembered asking him if he wanted a book or a movie or something to help him fall asleep, to which he replied that she pick her favorite movie. The next two hours was spent watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She’d hoped the music and the intricate artwork would help him grow drowsy, but it was clear he was wide awake throughout even though he was still as a statue. She would have been worried if it hadn’t been for the sound of his even breathing filling the silence. He’d seemed remarkably poised and implacable at school, like nothing could ever faze or deter him. So what on Earth had the power to make him withdraw into himself to this degree? 

When the movie was over she turned off the lights and found the newest book she’d intended to read, pulling up a chair deliberately in between him and the front door. Soon after that, his eyes closed and the next time she looked up he was sound asleep. Her jaw set at the sight, remembering the strange but strong scent of perfume that clung to his chest when she’d wrapped the blanket around him. If anybody came looking for him–no matter who it was– she was going straight to the police. That morning, they left the house and she accompanied him to retrieve his things before they left for school as if nothing had ever happened.

To this day, she thanked her rarely lucky stars that her own family had been gone for the weekend and she had been able to let him stay somewhere safe for the night.

After the incident she noticed little changes in his demeanor each day; a pencil appearing on her desk before she could ask for one, a question she’d written while taking notes answered in an elegant script on her page when she returned to class from the restroom, notes brought to her house when she was ill just like today. His attempts at conversation were still tentative, but much more apparent than before, and she always responded with her full attention. It didn’t take long for their conversations to run deeper than they ever would have imagined, engrossed to the point where entire hours would pass without their knowledge. Soon they were inseparable; she couldn’t remember being so close to somebody all her life.

She buried her face in the blanket, the memory from two years ago bittersweet. Her heart would always break at the thought of what he might have lost that night, but she always hoped he would remember it for the same reasons that she did. The start of a wonderful friendship and the slow emergence of a lifelong love.


I’m sorry I kind of got carried away with this AU idea, but I hope you like it anyway??? Thank you for enabling my endless thirst somebody please protect this boy he is all I think about. 

On the Windowsill

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff (and a grain of angst)

Summary: You didn’t have friends. You always felt alone. But you were always happy to go home to the cat on the windowsill.

Word Count: 2316

Warning: depiction of bullying

A/N: I wasn’t so sure what you wanted, but I hope this is satisfactory. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

Another day of school, another day of awkward stares, another day of hiding. You were always happy when the school bell rang signaling the end of the day. Every day you’d walk home alone as you were the loner of the class. Sometimes you’d appreciate the solitude away from the rambunctious and annoying classmates of yours, but most of the time you were lonely. Sometimes you really just wanted somebody to confide in. 

That’s why you’d always anticipate the end of the school day. You may have not had any friends to talk to, but you did have one special someone: the cat on the windowsill.

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The Thousand Dollar Joint

Its no secret that i like to get high every now and then. Like parties and lazy friday nights and stuff I’m usually kicking around with a joint in my pocket, ready to light up at the first oportunity.

I want to clear something up before we keep talkin about this tho. I’m not one of those lazy fucks who’s always just lying around playing video games or raiding the fridge. I just like using weed cause it turns my brain off for a few hours.

I still workout more than anyone I know. And I swim like six days a week. But I like the way I can barely think when I’m high - just chill out instead of talk talk talking all the time. Sometimes I get so high that I just forget whats going on half thru the sentence and…

Yeah. I luv that.

Where was I? Right, so like last weekend my buddy Paul corners me at Jess’s party and he tells me he’s got this bomber joint. Dude claims he paid a thousand bucks for this, and I’m just laughing along. No way right? Pauls always been kinda out there so just roll with it…

We go out on the deck and light up. Paul hands me the joint and tells me to take the first drag. I feel the smoke in my chest, hold it there, and release it in a long stream.

“Whoa…I said”. “That’s some good shit.”

It’s hitting me fast.

“Take another hit” Paul says handing me back the joint.

I do. Fuck yea, my brain is getting hazy already.

Next time Paul takes the joint, I notice that he doesn’t actually take a drag. He just waits, then hands it back to me…

So I take another

And another

Soon the joint is nearly gone, and Paul just keeps telling me to smoke more.

“You sure u don’t want…” I said

“Yeah bro,” he says. “I kinda got it for you.”

It’s hard to follow what he’s saying.

“It’s permaweed” he says. “You’re gonna stay this high forever. And with the sex drive it gives you, you’re gonna make me some sweet coin when I sell your swimmer ass to this rich fag that got me the joint.”

“Huh?” I say. That didn’t really make sense. What was…what’d he call it. Whatever.

“Take the last hit…” he hands me the joint. So I do what Paul says. It’s easy to just follow.

I inhale deep, and a funny idea comes into my head. I grab Paul and kiss him deep, exhaling into his lungs. His eyes get wide…Lol, I know he can feel a buzz off the weed, even with just one hit

I tell him to take another…one long drag that finishes off the joint. This is so fuckin funny. He takes it.

We ended out the night in my bed like we sumtimes do. When I woke up in the morning tho…my head was still like this. Weird. Nothin is making sense.

“Hey Marc…” says Paul. He’s got this goofy gleam in his eye. “Go shower. I’ll come in and join you soon…”

Sounds like a plan. Fuck I’m still so fucked up I think I’d do just about anything someone told me to.

Paul and I scrub eachother down in the shower. I suck his thick cock while he stands there, just enjoying the water.

“Marc, just put on your underwear.” he says after we get out. So I do. Then we walk to the front yard…to be honest I’m really just following Paul.

There’s this black limo there. Paul tells me to get in, so I do.

“Paul…” says a voice in the dark of the car. “Did u smoke any of that joint?”

Paul lets out this giggle.

“Get in the car Paul,” the voice commands.

A year later, I’ve gained 20 pounds of muscle, but I probably lost that much in brains haha. My owner does all my thinking for me and Paul. Paul is my gym buddy and my fuckboi now, except for the nites when our owner wants one of our asses.

It’s the fuckin life, I tell u bro. I just gotta lift and swim and walk around in nothin but a speedo or a bright colored jockstrap. Paul has his own costume… our owner has him working as a butler in just a white thong and a black bow tie.

He even got a full joint to smoke on his own too.

This question’s been sitting in my askbox for WEEKS now, apologies for taking so long to respond to this!

To preface this post it’s important to note: I’m not a professional, and don’t have professional experience.  All thoughts are based on personal opinion, preference, and prior experience designing characters for personal projects!

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New Year’s Gift

Characters: Yoongi X You
Genre: Fluff, Suggestive(?)
Word Count: 1246
Song of the Day: GOT7 - See the Light

A/N: Ever wondered why Admin Ham was kinda quiet these past few days? That’s because I got myself busy writing this overdued half-sin so I hope you guys will like it as much as I did writing it., wanted to stretch this one out a little more and turn it into a full-scale smut but i don’t think i can take that much nosebleeding in a day. based on this prompt i found @fyotpprompts
#blessminyoongi2k17

Originally posted by bangtaninspired


Being a writer, to you, meant that days are mostly spent inside your humble abode rather than outside of it; while being a famous photographer, to Yoongi, meant that all those hip n’ happening new year parties during this time of the year will steal himself busy from you, but that wasn’t the case this holiday season, specifically for your boyfriend.

It was one of his rare nights off in which he decided instead of working, it’ll be better to spend the remnants of the year at your place where his favourite vanilla-scented candles are almost-constantly lit, your place where he could obviously stare at you adorably wandering around different parts of the apartment, chasing after the good omens in order to maintain the inspirational flow; Yoongi really adored that side of you.

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A World in Which You Don’t Exist (Part 4)

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I’ve done it. I’ve finished this beast of a series. I hope it was good for all of you like it was good for me. Hats off to the anon who started this fiasco, I bow to you. 

I purposely wrote this last one, Prompto’s, as a conclusion of sorts. I still can’t decide on which one is my favorite. Argh. The sadness. ;_;

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Prompto

“So I’ve been doing some thinking— I do that a lot now— think— and I… I understand now what you meant when you told me what you did.”

Prompto sat against the weathered stone, gazing across the plains of Cleigne and to the mountains of thickets in the distance. He twirled a small yellow feather in between his fingers rhythmically, around and around.

“Before, I don’t think that I— wanted to understand, you know? But now… now I do, and that’s why…” he let the words trail off his lips, evaporating with the breeze. A loud chirp echoed in the distance and Prompto’s mouth curved in a small smile.

“Chichiri is here to see you,” he said as a chocobo rounded the copse of trees. It ruffled its feathers at the sight of him, excited to see its rider and gave another chortle. Prompto reached out a gloved hand, running his fingers through the scruff of its neck as it leaned into his touch.

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Not so much of a Secret

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You loved two things: shopping and teasing Jeon Jungkook 

Word Count: 1319

Originally posted by myjaebutt

The crisp air nipped at your nose and the harsh wind blew against your figure, but his hand intertwined with yours in his pocket was enough to warm you up. It’s been quite some time since the two of you had spent quality time together, especially since he was preoccupied with his very busy lifestyle that came with being an idol. It was the last day Jungkook and the boys had free time to spend before promotions started up again, and he chose to spend it with you since he knew you two weren’t going to be able to meet up for a while. 

Of course, with you being you, you had only one thing in mind as being the perfect date: shopping. You knew Jungkook was quite the avid shopper himself, but in no way did he compare to you. Once you started on a shopping spree, there was no stopping you until all the stores had closed for the night. 

You two were walking down the street until you passed by the store you were looking for.

“Kookie,” your voice all muffled due to the thick scarf wrapped around your neck, “Wait, I wanna go here.” You stopped in your tracks before Jungkook could take any more steps. With his frame being larger than yours, you had to practically tug him back for him to stop walking. You extended your arm and pointed to the store you were wanting to go to. His eyes widened and you could see the color of red claiming his face,

“Y-you want to go…there?” 

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