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“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

{PART 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As Taehyung finally reveals his creation to you - you find yourself sharing soft, tender and heartfelt moments with both him and Jimin; before being reunited with Jungkook - The Prince and Princess of the Ball.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 16} {Part 17} {Part 18}

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playing with fire (m.) | 01

After an ugly breakup between you and your boyfriend of nearly one year, Jimin – you’re not only heartbroken, but absolutely irate at the things discovered after the two of you split up. One night while under the influence of pure unadulterated anger and alcohol, you and your best friend come up with the perfect plan to get back at him. Because, after all, you do know what they say, right?

If he breaks your heart, you fuck his best friend.

…Even if he has six.

cr.

pairing: hoseok x reader

word count: 4.2k

collaboration with: @blushoseoks

genre: smut  |  angst  |  fuckboy!hoseok

warning: wall sex  |  oral  |  dirty talk  |  demeaning names  |  cheating

masterlist | emna’s masterlist




The gentle click of heels against the linoleum floor - almost drowned out by the muffled music coming from the end of the corridor. A cracked door, the only light source in a space that had no windows. When Jeongyeon had told you that Hoseok would be practicing late, you almost didn’t believe her. You and he had never been close. The only time you ever spoke was when Jimin would bring you over to the frat house and most of the time Hoseok would be making out with his girlfriend or fucking her loud enough that when she would leave his room - dazed with messy lipstick and a bubbly expression on her face, the boys would tease her nonstop until a blush rose on her cheeks.


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Awarded*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit  - 18+ only
Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together. At the Oscars after party, the actor surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend.
Word Count: 2.9k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!]
Author’s Note: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*.  Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

The Oscars, the greatest, most prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors, producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’ sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy memories.

This year’s ceremony - which wasn’t such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the after party with Chris and some of his friends.

Even if you weren’t working in this environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew there.

Standing next to the bar with him in your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him crazy the whole time.

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The Painting

Hi babes!💘 this is a smutty oneshot about the reader ignoring Tom when she gets an idea for a new painting, and Tom only wanting to gain her attention more! A small argument and sexy time ensues! I hope that you guys like it!👼🏻

The Painting

When Tom had come home, he’d found her with her hair tossed messily into a bun, stains of color smeared across her skin, and standing in front of a rather large canvas dressed in an imbrued art smock. The smock in which his girlfriend sported was backless, and Tom was delighted to find that she was wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, pink panties and bobby socks beneath it. He not only had a clear view of her legs, but her bum as well, and there was absolutely no way Tom thought that he would be complaining about anything when she was in such a state, but, there he was, complaining.
“Baby,” Tom whined, flopping into the nearest chair to her, “pay attention to me. I’ve spent my entire day missing you and now you’re barely even speaking to me.”
She sighed, scrunching up her nose and pursing her lips, scrutinizing the piece of art in front of her. Crossing the room to mix together a concoction of red, pink, silver and white paint to create the perfect rosy tint, she answered Tom. “You know that I’m not trying to ignore you, I love you. It’s just that I think I may finally be breaking through the weird mental block I’ve had for a while.”
Tom nodded, understanding that she supported his artistic expressions, so he would have to buck up and support hers. It wasn’t as if he was unhappy with her painting, in fact, he was the exact opposite. He was thrilled to see her final product, and he loved seeing the spark of imagination light up her eyes, but as Tom said before, he missed her so much. Their time together had always been limited and he was jealous that her painting was receiving more attention than he was, considering that she could spend a million and one hours with her painting at her leisure, but she had maybe 90 something hours with him .
She plopped down into Tom’s lap and kissed him on the cheek, “you can mix the paints if you wanna.”
Tom held the spatula that his girlfriend had handed over to him, and did his best to focus on following her directions, while defying the feeling of his girlfriend in basically squirming around on his lap while she glided her soft, warm lips up and down the base of his throat in between her orders.
“Can I see what you’ve done so far?” Tom asked, curious as to what she was even painting.
Her kisses paused briefly, and then started up again between the words she said, “No! You can only see once I’m finished. I want it to be a surprise.”
Tom groaned, “is this good?” he motioned the colors he’d mixed. When she nodded, she made sure to turn her head to press a heavy, hot kiss to Tom’s lips before she hopped off of him. Sliding a hand down his face, Tom got up to leave the room. If he’d stayed there any longer, the images of her bending over in next to nothing would make him too hard to bare, so he decided that while she painted, he would busy himself with whatever nonsense that he came into contact with.
It had been a day and a half since her art project began, and since then, Tom had learned how assemble both a dresser and a cabinet, fixed every leaky faucet and broken appliance in her apartment, and had perfected a few random recipes he’d stumbled across on the internet. He was going out of his mind.
As time went on, she became even more and more appetizing to him. She was passionate and focused and Tom was, at that point, hard. No matter how many hot showers, cold showers, or even baths he’d taken, it wasn’t enough for him. Tom felt that if he didn’t have the real her soon, he’d burst into flames or melt into a puddle of sticky goo that would stain her carpet.
A few hours later, he heard the pitter patter of her socked feet rushing to meet him in the bedroom. Laying across her bed, Tom rolled over onto his side and peered at her smiling face when she entered the room.
“Tom, I need you.” She said, a blissful expression warming her features.
He quirked a brow at her, “oh yeah? What for, my darling, little love?” He looked her up and down, taking in the paint soils splashed all over her body, the exposed skin of her legs, her lack of bra, and hoped her response would indicate that she needed him to take her.
She rushed forward and knelt down by his bedside, taking his hand in hers, “help me with the painting, I’m just about finished.” She kissed his knuckles and laid her head onto her mattress.
“I thought that I wasn’t allowed to see it until it was all done?” Tom said confusedly.
“I know what I said, but I’ve changed my mind. The painting needs your special touch!” As she got up off the floor, still holding his hand, Tom could think of more than a few things that could use his special touch.
When she finally brought him to a stop in front of her painting, Tom understood why she hasn’t allowed him near it. He could tell that the figures trapped within her canvas were lovers, even though they appeared to be more similar to florets than people. All the colors were soft and romantic, and he could see that she had added a tinge of shimmer to particular images, so the painting looked mystical and otherworldly. Truth be told, if he’d gotten anywhere close to it earlier in the day, he would’ve messed it up.
“Darling,” Tom breathed out, desperately trying to figure out how to express the level of his admiration to her, “I just don’t know how you manage to be so fucking magical all the time. It’s beautiful, I love it, but I’m afraid that me just standing this close to it will ruin it. Unless you need me to lift it, I don’t know how to help you.” Tom bent down and kissed her gently on the forehead, moving to tuck some of her untamed fringe back behind her ear, where he couldn’t help himself but press a kiss to her earlobe as well.
Tugging his mouth back down onto hers, she mumbled in between long kisses, “help me just fill in a few spots, then it’s yours. I read somewhere that if someone helps you complete a task, the task, or in this case, the painting, will make that person think of you.” She broke away from Tom for a brief moment, and Tom heard her airly whisper into the crook of his neck, “I wanna make you think of me.”
Tom’s eyes opened and he guided her body away from his, “what are you talking about?” He was so genuinely puzzled that his confusion took the place of his desire to have her until the sun came up. “I always think of you. Literally, always. Ask anyone I work with, I never shut up about you.”
“Okay,” she said, disbelief laced firmly into her tone. Grabbing a paintbrush, she leaned into Tom to kiss him again.
“No, no, baby. Honestly, do you not believe me?” Tom was growing so perplexed that he was starting to get angry. “I love you, do I not tell you enough or something?” He knew that he was being abrasive and slightly over sensitive, but he didn’t know why she was playing as if Tom didn’t care for her.
Groaning, she walked out of Tom’s reach and back to where she stored her varying paints. “Tom, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Uhm, nope. I’m going to worry about this because I’m pretty sure that this is something most couples in a healthy relationship would speak about.” Tom said, moving to stand in front of her.
“Let’s not do this,” she said, pushing her art smock’s strap back up to it’s proper place on her shoulder.
“No, no, let’s!” Tom declared.
“Tom, no! There is literally no point to this argument, if you don’t want to help, it’s cool.” She stood onto her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the corner of Tom’s unprepared lips. “See? It’s all good,” she said, going around Tom and back to her mostly filled in canvas.
“Please, can you just talk to me, darling?” Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her body to him as tightly as he could without crushing her. “I love you and what’s important to you is what’s important to me. So please, please clue me in.”
The girl didn’t even need to turn around to feel his puppy dog eyes burning a hole into her back. “Fine,” she said shortly, “when ‘Homecoming’ drops, you’re going to be huge, bigger than you already are. Like you’ve said before, life is going to change and nobody can say for sure what will and will not change, only that there will be changes, and if life makes you go away, at least you’ll have this painting. At least I’ll be remembered as the girl who painted you the weirdly rosy painting.”
Tom was so stunned that he couldn’t think of one appropriate thing to say. “Are you serious? Sounds like you’re pretty sure you know what’s going to happen with us, huh, smart girl?” He knew that getting mad wasn’t going to help the situation, but his feelings were hurt that she thought he’d drop her just like that.
Removing his hands from her body, Tom turned, “fuck it, that is so irritating. I am not leaving you, and unless you plan on ditching me, I think that we’re going to be together for more than a long while, darling.” He sneered, pacing back and forth across the limited space her living room provided. “This is ridiculous, you’re so intelligent, so why you’ve gotten that into your head, I have no idea. I’ve made sure to factor you into nearly all aspects of literally everything I do, now why do you think that is?”
She knew that she was being dumb, but she couldn’t help it. She was so paranoid that Tom would be out one day and he would come across someone shiny and new, and then he’d realize that being with her was not what he wanted anymore. When she started her painting, her only goal had been to give Tom something that would leave an imprint of her in his mind, so that no matter what happened with them in the future, she would still be apart of him.
Her eyes grew glassy and tears threatened to boil over her waterline and smudge her mascara. She was mad at herself for being so insecure, and for possibly ruining her relationship with the one thing she’d meant to sort of bandage over her issues, and she couldn’t come up with a statement to justify herself to Tom.
Tom looked over to her figure, standing in front of the pink canvas, frilled bobby socks and lacy blue panties in all. Even though he was both pissed off and taken aback by her behavior, Tom couldn’t deny the urge to just slam himself into and make her understand she was the only person on the planet for him. Muttering, “oh, for fucks sake,” Tom marched purposefully over to her and smashed his lips roughly down onto hers.
Yanking her hair out of it’s rubber confinement, he broke away from her to watch it tumble down in waves to frame her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes by pressing a finger beneath her chin, Tom practically growled, “I am not going anywhere without you in my life. It’s like they say on that one soap opera that never seems to end, you’re my person. Couldn’t leave you to save my life, I’d come back to you forever.” He looked into her eyes, trying to find better words to make her understand that he was completely and utterly dead serious. “Get it?”
Her lips were puffy and her skin was still soft, despite being nearly every color of the rainbow and Tom was going to rip that smock off her body if it was the last thing he did. He could tell that she was humiliated that she let her paranoia get the best of her, and Tom, for a brief thought thought that she deserved it for thinking so lowly of their relationship. He only stopped once he took into account that if the roles were reversed, he’d be a snivelling mess of a human being because she was an angel among humans. He didn’t deserve her, but then again, surely no one else did either.
Tom’s grip on her calmed and he lovingly pried the paintbrush out of her hand and shuffled her around in his arms so that she too faced her masterpiece. “We’re going to paint this together,” Tom said, as his hands began softly untying the knot of her smock. “I’m going to continue thinking of you always and forever, even though you’re still going to be my girl and I’ll still be undeniably yours. Got it?”
Her eyes fell shut and she gasped when she felt Tom’s mouth press adoringly wet kisses to her exposed shoulders. She arched her back as one of Tom’s hands moved to the front of her body to knead her breasts. Blinking her eyes open, she saw that Tom’s other hand was still clutching the paintbrush and that he was currently dipping its tip into a circle of paint. “Answer me,” Tom ordered, sinking his teeth into her skin.
“Got it, got it, got it,” she rambled out dreamily. “Gonna be your girl forever.”
Maneuvering her slightly so that his view of the canvas would be clearer, Tom began to paint the little empty spaces she’d left for him with long brushstrokes. “That’s right sweetheart, my girl forever.” Switching hands, Tom held her to him with the hand that was also holding the paintbrush, and yanked the closest chair in arm’s reach over to where they stood. Sitting down, Tom guided her around to face him before pulling her onto his lap.
Her cheeks were rosy from a mix of blush and paint and her lips were parted and her chest was heaving. Her gaze flicked up and down Tom’s body so obviously that he had to smirk. Forcing her closer, Tom brought his hips closer to hers and watched as she subconsciously leaned into him, bracing her hands on his chest.
She shuffled a bit further onto his lap, so that she was aligned perfectly with the bulge in his jeans. Letting out a gasp, her hips bucked against him and she bit down on her lip to prevent another louder gasp from escaping.
Tom’s arms constricted themselves around her, one went around her waist and the other tangled itself into her hair. “I think the painting is finished.”
Not even turning to look, she nodded, breathing out a response so faint that Tom couldn’t even make it out. She slid a hand under Tom’s shirt to trace over the lines of defined muscle on his stomach. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I don’t know why my head makes me think things like that.”
Tom kissed her tenderly on both cheeks before placing an even softer kiss to her mouth, “it’s alright, darling. I don’t know why I got so mad before. I honestly don’t know how my head would make me think if our roles were reversed.”
“I’ll love you forever,” she said, rolling her hips onto Tom’s lap.
“I’ll love you for some time after that,” Tom chuckled, his hips beginning to meet hers. “But don’t take my word for it,” Tom began to litter kisses up and down her throat while he reached up to untie her smock, “let me show you how fucking much I love you.”
“Okay,” she said, her lips covering Tom’s as his hands tore the art smock from her body. Their hips collided as their clothes became one with her floor, and the rosy painting in front of them was to be hung and framed in the apartment that they came to share.

Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom

Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.

It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.

Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.

I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.

It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.

Besides the two stories listed above, we know As Long As You’re Smiling was actually copied from ellessey-writes​​‘s fic The Chronicles of the Virgin Asahi. We think this is the first fic they grabbed, due to the note on the summary. Here is a masterpost of all Ellie’s works from last year, and a link to her AO3.

They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork. reallycorking​​ drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.

I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).

Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.

THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.

Under the Bridge | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre:
fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU
Words:
10.6k+
Warnings:
blood, violence (only really at the beginning), some swears, badass MC, SMUT that would probably be considered graphic?? idk
Notes:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Requested by japanesewonderflan:
I HAVE A REQUEST!!!!!! 🙌🙌🙌 Can you do a hybrid au! For either Jungkook or Jimin and you just found or bought them and they teach you about the life of a hybrid and what it’s like and then you start to understand but one-day you come home to them in heat????? 😄😄 If you don’t want to do the smut part, that’s fine too, I’m down for just fluff if you’re only comfortable with that. From your love 💙💜💚

Originally posted by sugutie


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Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


It’s over? Finally, it’s over.

You’ve been anticipating the end of it for the last few days but only officially noticed the change when you swapped out of your university clothes for an outfit more comfortable to sleep in. It took too long for your liking, but the strange and unhealthy cravings have finally left your tastebuds, the lower abdominal cramps have finally disappeared, and best of all, you can now feel safe wearing white shorts in public again.

Your period, as nature always seems to plan it, couldn’t have been gifted at a more inconvenient time–just two weeks prior to Ashton’s next fight. They may not sound related, but not only have you been irrationally irritated with him over the last few days for strictly hormonal reasons, sending him off to gym sessions in less than great moods, but you also haven’t shared a night of intimacy together since the beginning of your premenstraul temper. You always hate how uncontrollably turned off you feel when you’re going through the monthly cycle, all the bloating and cramping antagonistic to your sex drive. You’re especially disappointed this time, because while you’re usually able to get back into swing of things once your body returns to its normal status, you might not have the opportunity to with Ashton’s upcoming match being so soon.

There’s a superstition–the origin of it a mystery to you–that has Ashton convinced he shouldn’t have sex in the week leading up to a fight. You know it’s got something to do with staying focused and bottling up the energy, and in the seven months you’ve spent with him you’ve been polite enough not to question it, but right now your hormones are going on a final rampage before they settle back down, and you want your boyfriend bad. Despite his strange rule you figure it’s worth asking since after tonight he’ll still have six more days to abstain, and honestly, what harm could one orgasm do?

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

Jughead x Reader 

You and have Jughead have been dating for a while when suddenly he becomes distant, and you discover it’s for more than one reason. This takes place around the time Jughead is living under the stairs. Based on the song by Dodie Clark

Warnings: so many emotions

Word count: 1,980

A/N: I really like building fics off of songs, so I might continue to do it. I wanted this one to be a bit more realistic, so it kind of follows the events of 1 x 07, just with the reader added in. I really tried to make it match the feeling of the song. I wouldn’t say no to any Jughead requests, just send me an ask!


what a strange being you are

god knows where i would be

if you hadn’t found me 

sitting all alone in the dark

You were always the girl that was early, always the girl waiting for her friends to arrive so you could walk with them in the hallways. Archie, Veronica, Betty, and your boyfriend Jughead were your core group of friends. In fact, they seemed to be your only friends.  

It was approaching your one year anniversary with Jughead, actually, and it’s taken you by surprise because time seems to pass faster here, especially with a boy you’ve only fallen deeper in love with every single day. It’s been almost one whole year since you moved to Riverdale and became absolutely smitten with the boy in the beanie. It only took him a week to ask you out, though, going from an enigma to your boyfriend in the span of a few days. 

It was a fairy tale come to life, at least that’s what it seemed like to you. The dark brooding boy soon opened up to you about everything, and you did the same, forming a relationship built on trust. There were late night movies, walks down the river, sly glances and touches when with the group, cute nicknames, and wearing his beanie whenever you weren’t in public. Everyone knew you guys as a couple, “(Y/N) and Jughead against the world” they would say. 

That all seemed to come to a crashing halt about about a month ago. You had noticed him becoming distant, drawing away from you at Pop’s and declining plans to hang out. It was like you barely existed in his world anymore, he seemed to take more of an interest in solving the murder now a days, and you didn’t seem to understand why. In turn, because you haven’t spoken that much you haven’t had the chance to tell him your parents were getting a divorce, and that you and your baby brother were going to live in separate households.

The day before your one year anniversary you walk into school promptly an hour before everyone else. You were always the girl that was early, always the girl that was waiting. 

It was peaceful, in a sense. No one roaming the halls to crash into, the classrooms looking like ghost towns as you pass each one making your way to the stairwell at the end of the hall. You haven’t taken this path in a long time, and you’ve nearly forgotten what this intersection is like when it’s not packed with students. 

You stop to glance into one of the rooms when there’s a sudden creak of hinges behind you. You turn around to see no one else but Jughead, hair tangled and old worn clothes on. He had a towel in his hand along with a toothbrush and toothpaste.

“Jug? What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to piece together the puzzle right before your eyes. In this moment your boyfriend seemed to transform right back into that enigma he had been when you first met. 

“Making use of the schools state-of-the-art-facilities…” he replies unconvincingly, unable to make eye contact. 

“Jug…” you make your way towards him, and he doesn’t object when you move him aside. He was living like Harry Potter, a boy under the staircase. There was a make shift cot with some of his shirts and his backpack, only the bare essentials. 

“Have you been living here?” you ask. The question wasn’t accusatory, but filled with hurt that your boyfriend hadn’t felt like he could come to you about this. He knew that both of your parents loved him, he knew they would take him in, so why hadn’t he talked to you about it?

“Please don’t tell anyone, (Y/N), please.” he pleads, pulling you out of the closet gently by the arm, looking into your eyes. 

“Tell? I wouldn’t tell, Jug.” I assure him, pulling him into a hug. He wraps his arms around me and for some reason I feel as if he needs this moment more than me. I pull away and look him in the eyes, “but why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, daring him to tell me something wasn’t going on.

“It’s not your burden to bare.” he says, “walk me to the showers?” 

“Jug, you’re my boyfriend, you could have stayed with me.” I tell him, saying the words we both knew out loud.

He takes my hand and begins pulling me down the hallway towards the boys locker rooms in the gym. 

“And that’s the exact reason I didn’t tell you.” he says, “I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” 

You reach the showers and lean in to give him a light peck on the lips before he disappears inside. You realize that if you hadn’t shown up to school early, or been by the staircase, you never would have found out. Jughead wouldn’t have told you. 

While he’s in the shower, you wander back down the hall to the closet under the stairs. You open and close the door, letting the darkness fall around you as you sit on his mattress. 

It’s only when you feel the dampness on your cheeks that you realize you’ve started crying. You grab a hold of one of his sweatshirts and pull it close, crumpling it in your arms to get the most of his scent. You haven’t realized how much you’ve missed his scent, missed him telling you everything, no matter how bad it was.

The door opens sooner than expected and Jughead is staring down at you, now in his jeans and t-shirt.

“I’m going to need that back.” he says with a small smirk, not noticing your tear stained cheeks. You try to avoid sniffling, but whatever made you start to cry hasn’t let you stop.

He ruffles his hair in the makeshift mirror before finally taking notice, and as soon as he does his arms are around you, holding you close. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. Your head rests on his chest as he draws circles with his thumb on your arm. 

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third,” you scold, looking up at him. All of your resolve melts as you see him looking back at you, “I’ve missed you.” you whisper.

“I’ve missed you too, princess.” he says. He holds you there until the school bell rings.

what the hell would i be without you?

brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth

“Call my dad.” he says as he passes you, Archie and Betty in the hallway later that day. 

“Of course.” you and Betty respond at the same time.

You and your friends make their way down to the station not soon after. You’ve tried his dad’s cell at least half a dozen times, and his home phone is going straight to voicemail. You’re the first one into see Jug when you get there.

“I didn’t do it, you have to believe me.” he says as soon as you walk in. His hands are clasped tightly together on the desk. His voice is rigid yet calm, and you can tell that he’s doing everything he can to maintain his composure. 

“Of course I believe you, Jug. All the evidence they have is circumstantial.” you say, reaching your hands out to grasp his. You can see the release of tension almost immediately on contact. He lets out a sigh and looks up at you with lost eyes.

“Is my dad here yet?” he asks. He seems desperate, grasping at the idea that his father may have actually showed up for once. If there was one thing that hadn’t changed in the past month, it was how Jug’s father was absolute shit at being a dad. 

“Archie’s dad is here with him, so is Betty.” you break the news, intertwining your fingers with his. He looks down and nods, not saying anything. 

Not soon after, Jughead is released, thanks to Archie’s dad. You walk out of the station hand in hand with him, when you see his father walking up towards you.

In a blink of an eye Jughead has released your hand and is facing off with his father. “He’s my son-” you hear among the chaos, “let me give them a piece of my mind-” You have to take a deep breath and refrain yourself from telling off his dad in front of everyone. Everything stops as Jughead looks his father dead in the eyes, and then back to you. You stand next to him, intertwining your fingers with his. Jug pulls you away before anything else can be said, leading you towards your house.

He doesn’t say a word all the way there, but you can feel his hand shaking in yours, his other hand going to his eyes every few minutes to wipe away what you could only expect were tears. 

“Jug-” you begin, but he stops you with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, with all of the emotion he had been holding in for the past month suddenly placed upon your lips. You let the moment pass in silence, and when he releases your lips you notice his eyes have become red and slightly puffy.

You envelope him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close, his head tucked into the crook of your neck. He’s shaking against you, so you just hold him. You would hold him until the world ends, even if it was falling apart around you. 

You silently pull him inside, walking up the stairs to your bedroom.

You lay down next to each other, falling into position as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Your head on his chest, his hands on your back drawing the circles you love so much. His eyes aren’t as red anymore. You look up to him and give him a small peck on the lips. 

“Don’t leave me.” he whispers against your lips.

“Why would I ever do that?” you ask, smiling softly.

“Because I’ve been lying to you this entire time.” he says, holding you so tight because he feels that if he lets go he might lose you forever. 

“I don’t care, Jug. You’re here now, and I’m not going anywhere.” you tell him, reassuring that you aren’t planning on moving any time soon.

i can finally see you’re as fucked up as me

so how do we win?

Jughead spent the night into your one year anniversary. You couldn’t send him back to the school, and he certainly didn’t seem in a rush to get back to the house. You hadn’t realized how deep his demons had gotten in the past month, and now that you had you weren’t going to let them get any deeper.

“Where were your parents last night?” he asks as you lay there in the morning, a bundle of limbs and the clothes from the night before. His beanie next to him on the pillow, his hair out and wild. His hair without his beanie was so much better, you decided. 

“I guess we both haven’t told each other things.” you admit, “they’re getting a divorce. It’s been pretty bad.” you snuggle in closer, trying to block out the rest of the world.

“Now why didn’t you tell me?” he asks.

“Don’t quote me back to me,” you chuckle, “you seemed pre-occupied, with the murder and everything. Your novel.”

“(Y/N),” he says, shifting the position so that you’re looking in his eyes, “Nothing could ever be more important than you. Ever. From here on out. I promise.” he says firmly, gripping you tight. 

“I promise, Jug.” You repeated, placing a kiss on his lips, cementing that promise for not only your first year, but many years to come. 

Finding Closure (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,366

Warnings: angst, language, introspection, fluff. I’m a chump.

A/N: Happy 4th, America and Happy Birthday Steven G. Rogers! I hope everyone likes this ending. I’m a chump. The gif only sorta fits. He’s so cute.  This is the final part for my submission for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s AU Challenge. My prompt was innocent enough: 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by coporolight

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People Can Change

Summary: Y/N is a nerd about to graduate from high school. Dean is her best friend’s older brother who is always with Sam. Together the two of them fight like cats and dogs, but is it hatred causing it or is it love?

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Chubby!Reader, Sam Winchester x Jessica Moore

Warnings: NSFW, smut, self doubt about weight, language

Word Count: 4,687

Request: Do you think you could write me a fanfic where its Dean x Reader but they’re both in high school and the reader is this adorable chubby lil nerd and Dean is a bad boy who used to tease her but they both really like each other and it ends up in smut of fluff please and thank you! Love the writing and keep doing’ you!- Anonymous

A/N: This is my submission for @dancingalone21 Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. My quote was “I say we get drunk and shoot crap.” I hope y’all enjoy I loved writing this because I’m a chubby nerd like the reader. Feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by life-of-a-plaidchester

The bell for the end of the day chimed, and all of your classmates started packing their things up. Mr Singer, your teacher yelled out to everyone that they needed to bring their homework in on Monday or they’d receive no credit. As everyone else rushed to get out of the class, you took your time packing your things up before walking to the from of the class.

“Mr. Singer, here’s my homework.” He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he took it from you. “I just figured I would give it to you now.”

“My star pupil, thank Y/N I’ll be sure to get this graded and back to you by Monday.”

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anonymous asked:

"Why are you crying?" Four word prompt.

i really wanted to write a little something about sign of the times so this is what i came up with!! hope you guys like it xx

masterlist

“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.

“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”

“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”

Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.

“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.

“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”

He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”

I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”

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More Words on Art Theft

I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but please.

Stop. reposting. art. 😢

Many of you do this without malicious intent and even think you’re doing us a favor. I understand. You want to share things with the world. But like writing papers, you either need to have permission from the original artist OR you need to cite them (give them credit). Sometimes, an artist will allow either/or. Others, like myself, do not allow art reposted at all, credited or not. Only a certain few have permission and with specific pieces only. Here’s a definition for what art reposts are:

“Saving an image/art into your hard drive/computer/phone as a separate file and then proceeding to upload that file onto your profile(s).”

I’ll be honest. I’m tired. A lot of us are. Artists are constantly facing a battle with art theft and more than half the time, they lose by giving up or they stop making art entirely. I’ve since gotten into a habit of reporting whenever I’m alerted but I have no time to go hunting down for art reposts. Most recently, I experienced a case of an art reposter deliberately hiding their actions behind a private account, which brings me to this post.

First of all, to those who I’ve already reported from, please understand, I am not angry, nor do I hate any of you. I’m simply disappointed and while you may not care how I feel, you have to realize that what you’re doing is technically illegal and against the Terms and Regulations of the websites you re-upload art in. I just want you all to learn/realize that.

And I’m saying this now. It doesn’t matter if you’re using a public or private account. 

I have actually experienced a few occasions where a private account follows me and I notice that they appear to be fan-accounts. I’ve tried to ignore those. However, with this most recent issue, I attempted to follow back one of my followers, mostly out of curiosity (and a bit of suspicion). Long story short, I was rejected. In the end I found out that that they had over a thousand posts, majority of which were art reposts, a few from mine, many others from friends and other artists. But based on how I was rejected by the user, it’s clear they did not want me to see any of that (nor do I believe they would allow other original artists to see their account either). 

I won’t divulge how I found out or who I’m talking about in confidentiality.

So with that, I’m telling you straight. Just because you’re on a private account does not mean you’re safe from getting caught. 

I don’t try to single out anyone regarding this issue. Like I said, I don’t go hunting. So if you find yourself getting reported then, you probably just lucked out, I suppose. At least when it comes to my pieces.

 When I report something, it’s simply because I’m a copyright holder and I need to protect my work. I don’t do it out of spite. If anything, I do it to teach. I’d rather see an account change their ways than have their entire Instagram/Youtube account taken down because of multiple copyright violations. 

So if you’re one of these people, please, I implore you to take down any artwork that you know is not supposed to be there (i.e the artists do not want their work reposted/You do not have permission to re-upload their work). 

Here’s one way to think about this: Artists take time to make their artwork and post it online. You would take *less* time putting an image through a search engine to find the original source of the picture. Just saying! ^^ 

You. Are. Better. Than. This.

Now, if you have any grievances or comments (say, you’re one of the people I reported from or you’re guilty of reposting art), you may message me on Tumblr. I am opening the floor.

TL;DR: STOP. RE-UPLOADING OR REPOSTING. ART. 

Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Originally posted by katherine8595

“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

*The Letter* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Newt x reader. Readers estranged parents find out that not only did she marry Newt but has had children with him. Once they find out that he’s now a famous author and your his illustrator they want part of his wealth

Hope you enjoy!! I really liked this idea! It’s rather long.. sorry not sorry. 

“Mommy, look!” Your five year old daughter, Ava, came running up to you while holding her favorite little Bowtruckle, Fern. She had pieced together a nice little hat for the creature wear and was extremely proud to present it to you. Giggling, you knelt down to get a closer look.

“And what will Daddy think when he see’s you’ve made another hat for Fern?” You smiled and tickled Ava, who gave out an enthusiastic laugh. 

“What’s all this laughing I hear?” Newt entered the room and looked down to see Ava holding Fern. “Making hats for the Bowtruckles again I see?” He smiled and knelt down to meet her eye level.

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Long Distance (Chapter Two)

Welcome back!

Our boys are just flirty dummies! I love them!

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Check out the sexy selfie Steve sends Tony HERE.

MASTERLIST

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Tony’s phone buzzed and he opened the message without checking to see who it was from. Odds were it was from Steve, since they had texted almost every day for close to a month now, and Tony was already smiling, already anxious to read what his favorite blonde had sent.

From Steve–save me from staff meetings that go on for hours

To Steve– pay attention. They probably last for hours because people like you don’t listen and break the rules.

From Steve–I’m an artist, Tony, we don’t have rules
         –How you doing today? Still feeling okay? Things are alright?

To Steve– Things are fine, Steve. One bad day every once in awhile is not the end of the world.

From Steve– Tony last night you told me you seriously considered trying to parachute off your balcony. And you werent even having a bad day. If that’s you on a normal day, how destructive do you get on the bad ones??

To Steve– I was kind of joking about the parachute thing.

From Steve– Tony. You don’t joke about jumping off your balcony, parachute or not. That’s entirely reckless.

To Steve– sure thing, mother hen. I promise I’m fine. I’d be better if you’d send me a picture of those baby blues though. Keep my mind off of attempting parachuting from unsafe things.

From Steve– I don’t know Tony. I don’t want to have to listen to you complain that I got you kicked out of a meeting because of a picture.

To Steve– are your baby blues going to be that distracting

From Steve– oh did you just want a picture of my eyes? Then no that shouldn’t be distracting at all.

To Steve– wait! I can ask for more than just your eyes? Wait just a second!

From Steve– oooh too slow, Tony. I only had a thirty second break to send something shirtless. Window closed.

To Steve– killing me art professor. Leave your staff meeting and hide out in the bathroom and send me a naughty selfie. It will be like highschool all over again.

From Steve– oh? Your highschool art teachers sent you naughty selfies? Tony you should report that, I don’t think that’s appropriate.

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Chronologically follows “Everything’s Better.”  It can stand on its own, but if you want to read in order, catch that one first.
Now with art by Eden Daphne!!!


“Ouch!” Marinette squealed, freezing in the middle of pulling a dress over her head.

“What’s wrong?” Chat asked, hands out, ready to help.  She’d sounded more startled than hurt, but he didn’t care for it either way.  There was also something vaguely familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite place it.

“I must’ve missed a pin,” she muttered, holding the neckline away from her as she peeled it back off.

Chat gathered the fabric and eased it back over her head, wincing at the long thin line of red down her cheek, from temple to jaw.  "Oh, Princess,“ he whispered sadly.  "You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scratch,” she assured him, trying to find the offending pin.

“It’s on your face, though.”  He frowned and decided their photoshoot was cancelled.  "We’ve got to get that taken care of.  Pack up.“

"But it’s just a…”

“No,” he said firmly.  He hadn’t had to show her his stern and unmovable side, so it was apparently time.  "We’re going home and I’m going to tend to that.“

She blinked in surprise.  "You’re that worried about it?”

“Please just let me take care of you,” he said, bending to press his forehead against hers in the way she liked.

“Fine.”  She sighed.  "Take me home, Chataxi.“

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Hello friends! Are you all jazzed-up on Wonder Woman now that the DCU finally has a good movie? That’s great! Me too! But it doesn’t have to end there! Wonder Woman has a long history of great comic books that have long been overlooked my mainstream nerd culture!

While plenty of us have read foundational DC books like Batman: Year One, All-Star Superman, or Watchmen, Wondie has plenty of books that are just as central to her character as well! The above image is a general recommended reading list, and I certainly haven’t read all of them, but I can give a few recommendations on the ones I have!

Wonder Woman, by George Perez

This is pretty much your foundational modern Wonder Woman. Nearly everything about the character as she is today draws from this sensational run. It’s widely regarded among Wondie fans as one of the most quintessential runs in the character’s history. If you want to wholly *GET* Wonder Woman, this is a fantastic place to start.

Wonder Woman by Gail Simone

What can I say about Gail Simone that hasn’t already been said? Deadpool, Batgirl, Secret Six, Birds of Prey, the woman just has so many legendary comic book runs. And her run on Wonder Woman is no different. She wasn’t on the book for a super long time, but her run is one of the best!

Wonder Woman by Brian Azzarello

This one I understand is a bit polarizing among some on Tumblr. I get that there’s a number of people who don’t like the changes Azzarello made to the amazonian culture, specifically how they deal with male outsiders and male children. However, consider that characters are not interesting without flaws, and seeing for once a definite black spot on the seemingly-perfect Amazons was pretty interesting!


In addition, the book has fantastic art style, and does a lot to re-imagine the greek gods in a modern, almost horror-esque way. This run’s take on Wondie is that of a warrior goddess, so if you want a Diana that’s ready to throw down, this is the book for you!

Wonder Woman: Hiketeia by Greg Rucka

Wonder Woman has taken a sworn oath to protect a young girl! But when she finds out that this girl has murdered her sister’s killer, this puts her at odds with Batman, who is determined that the girl face trial! A modern greek tragedy penned by the masterful Greg Rucka, and an absolutely fantastic one-shot graphic novel!

JLA: A League of One by Christopher Moeller

An unstoppable dragon has awoken from its slumber! An amazonian seer has predicted that it will DESTROY the Justice League! To prevent her friends from dying, Wonder Woman must face the dragon ALONE! Even if it means fighting her friends to stop them from helping her!

Wonder Woman: Odyssey by J. Michael Straczynski

A pseudo-elseworlds story about an amnesiac Wonder Woman rediscovering her place in the world and her destiny. Featuring all-star talent, a gripping suspense story, and my personal favorite Wonder Woman costume ever. 

Wonder Woman by Bill Messner-Loebs

Hey, did you know that for a while Wonder Woman was a space pirate? This run is fucking nuts and I love every page of it. If you want a run where some guys are just trying to tell compelling and INCREDIBLY varied Wonder Woman adventures, give this one a shot!

Wonder Woman: by Greg Rucka

There is a current Wonder Woman ongoing! It’s by Greg Rucka, who has previously done great work with the character. It’s called Wonder Woman: The Lies. Full disclosure, I haven’t read any of this. But if you want a Wonder Woman comic that’s currently ongoing, just pick up Volume 1 and start from there. There’s currently three books out, so there’s plenty of reading material. 

Final Thoughts

Really, anything in the guide I posted first is a good read. Comics are an incredibly small medium, and need all the sales they can get. If you’ve seen the movie and you’re hungry for more, there’s a LOT of material. The character’s been around for over 70 years at this point. So please, head down to your local comic shop and pick up some Wonder Woman! Diana believes in you, and I do too!

anonymous asked:

Request: The RFA + Saeran reacting to MC being their soulmate ( w/ the soulmate AU where if you write on yourself it shows up on your soulmate as well) What would they have written back and fourth or doodled on themselves as well?? (thank you in advance I love your blog)

ahhh thank you so much for sending this request it was super fun to write >:3 
and I might try to refrain myself from writing so much for my requests since they take so much time…though I have trouble stopping myself once I get started hahahha…haha…//cries//


so since it’s an AU, basically everyone knows about this phenomenon and all is well and swell


-Sevensity


(Update: I removed the cut for the sake of all of our friends on mobile)



Yoosung:

  • So it goes like this
  • Yoosung has an important secret meeting with his guild, and he writes the time/date/location on the back of his hand
  • But when the time comes for the meeting to start, there’s an unknown character in their midst
  • Immediately, everyone thinks you’re an enemy spy, but you’re just trying to tell them that all the information just showed up on your hand the other day and you decided to check it out
  • “That’s impossible,” Yoosung began angrily, his whole plan to keep the meeting a secret had gone to waste. “The location can’t just magically appear on –”
  • He stopped himself
  • Wait…wait a second
  • is this…what I think it is? Is it possible???
  • Yoosung starts to get really red in the face, and he asks you exactly what day the message appeared on your hand
  • “I think about two days ago, at around seven pm?”
  • Yoosung’s having a mental breakdown
  • Okay, just a moment.  I need to test it, I need to make sure this is real, he thinks to himself. 
  • But he has to come up with something that you wouldn’t be able to normally guess
  • So he writes a sentence on his hand, and asks you to tell him if it appears on your hand too
  • Yes
  • O-okay…what does it say? Yoosung has trouble breathing
  • “I have a crush on…MC?”
  • Yoosung’s pretty sure something exploded nearby
  • whoops maybe that was just his brain
  • cannot compute
  • the sky is falling, people are screaming
  • actually wait no
  • that’s just Yoosung
  • screaming alone in his room
  • whAT iS HAppEnING W H A T???? 
  • Your character logs out, and an hour passes by, Yoosung having migrated under his covers
  • He reaches out his hand, so that the sunlight illuminated the confession he had written
  • But there’s new writing, one that is not of his own
  • “Haha,” it read, “I have a crush on you too (//>w<//)”
  • Let’s just say Yoosung becomes a mini-whirlwind as he zoomes towards Saeyoung’s house to find out wear you live
  • You bet baby sunshine is a blushing mess when he arrives at your door, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is the most gentle of things
  • You can still feel the delicate shape of his lips lingering on your face hours after he had left

Zen:

  • While practicing his lines, he wrote a few of them on his arm to he could read them without having to carry around the script everywhere he went
  • The first time poetic verses started blooming across your skin, you just assumed that your soulmate was some sort of ridiculously romantic person 500% true though
  • You never really wrote anything back because what was there to say?
  • Except you had just finished reading Shakespeare for a class at school, and you were feeling more than a little inspired
  • So there Zen is, reciting his lines alone in his room, when words that he had not written appears on his other arm
  • “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” they read
  • Zen freaks out and almost breaks his neck falling out of bed
  • He quickly sends a snapshot of his arms to the group chat
  • “They…they finally wrote back?”
  • The chat blows up right away, and it’s mostly filled with Yoosung’s typos because shit the boy is excited
  • But the only person who doesn’t say anything is you
  • What are you supposed to say?
  • How do you casually announce that you’re his soulmate???
  • Seven asks, “So, Romeo, wherefore art thou?” 
  • Zen sends his home address to the chat
  • You idiot how is that supposed to help your soul mate find you? they say
  • So then Zen writes it on his arm instead, adding an “O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou?” beside it
  • When there’s no answer, Zen becomes a crying blob and everyone on the chat is having a hard time getting him to stop sending dramatic lines
  • “Ah, Juliet, did you abandon me? Or have the Montagues taken you captive? My sweet love, where are you?”
  • “In front of your house,” you finally say in the chat. 
  • They’re all just like  ????????????????????????????
  • and then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Yoosung and Seven’s squealing puts high school girls to shame
  • Jaehee is sad but I’m just a fangirl nothing more I’m just worried about his career and Jumin is saying how he’ll present you guys with a cat show for your wedding pictures
  • Zen rushes to the door and faceplants into it he’s so nervous
  • But finally, he pulls it open and sees you, his Juliet, standing right in front of him
  • “You were always so close to me…” he says, reaching out towards you. “But from now on, I’ll keep you even closer.”
  • Zen pulls you into the biggest,  warmest hug
  • Such a tight hug, squeezing you with all his might…
  • very tight…
  • ….it’s probably been five minutes since you’ve been standing in the doorway like this….
  • Was that a squirrel that just entered his house?
  • Hey uhm Zen I can’t really breathe
  • Anyway
  • He keep his word
  • and for the rest of the day, he holds you against him, never letting you go, a hand around your waist, or your shoulders, cradling you against his chest while you listen to his heart beating fast… unless you have to use the washroom then he might consider letting you go but even then you have a hard time convincing him that personal space is an actual thing

Jaehee: (sorry I wrote this one in the case that MC is a girl?)

  • So you know how in her route, two main things go down:
  • First, she doesn’t know she’s gay
  • second, she has a thing for coffee
  • you help her realize both of those things right
  • now  instead of showing her support in the chatroom, you show support while writing small messages on yourself,  with Jaehee scribbling some back in her short breaks from work
  • actually no, she takes breaks from work just so that she can answer you
  • When Jaehee is stressed and lacks sleep so like every day? your words are right there on her arm, telling her that’s it’s okay, that you love her, and to take care of herself because she is an important person to you and to several others
  • It helps her relax 
  • She sleeps more knowing that you’re looking out for her
  • When Jumin has a stick really far up his ass, you’re right there with her, motivating her, everything will be okay, you’ll get through this, I believe in you
  • Since Jaehee doesn’t know she’s kinda gay, she just assumes her soul mate is a dude
  • Then you guys meet for the first time at the RFA party, you greet each other and hold out a hand to shake and-
  • you see the same message on her wrist that’s written on yours
  • “I hope I can see you soon.”
  • Jaehee looks at you in quiet shock
  • A..girl?
  • But then everything comes whooshing back to her, and she’s hit with the realization that it just all makes sense
  • of course you’re her soulmate, how could she not have known before?
  • In a burst of boldness, she cups your face in her hand and presses her lips against yours
  • “It’s nice to meet you,” she breathes, a blush spreading across her face.
  • Saeyoung becomes your number one shipper that night and starts a fanclub dedicated to you two
  • also writes fanfiction
  • when you open up the coffee shop, you guys scribble some ideas for recipes on yourselves
  • after a hard day of work, you look down and smile at the thing that Jaehee had written
  • Recipe for love: MC+Jaehee

Jumin:

  • Jumin was never particularly fond of the the things that would appear on his skin
  • Meaningless dates, appointments, memos, the occasional flower drawing…
  • He never bothered to write anything himself, and so years passed in this manner, until you join the RFA
  • that is when he first decided to write something back
  • It’s after you had covered your thighs in swirls and clouds that he takes up his diamond pen and places the nib on his forearm
  • “Hello,” he says, “Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you.”
  • Nobody knows why you’re in such a foul mood that night in the chat
  • Jumin says he understands how you feel, since his soulmate had been particularly unconventional with their drawings and now both of his legs are completely hidden behind patterns in dark ink
  • You do not reply for a long time
  • while Zen tells Jumin off for being an ‘anti-romantic assbucket‘, you’re glowering at your phone
  • Jumin Han
  • Jumin Han is my soul mate?
  • No it must be a coincidence…but to be safe..I’ll make sure…
  • “Hey Jumin,” you write in the chat.
  • “Yes?”
  • “Did you, by any chance, tell your soul mate  ‘ Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you’?”
  • “Yes, why?”
  • ….
  • ……….
  • “Ah,” he says, after a long pause. “I must apologize to you, MC.”  
  • Zen’s yelling
  • Jaehee’s yelling
  • Saeyoung’s laughing in the distance
  • Yoosung wants to cry because w h a t?
  • Meanwhile Jumin calls you and apologizes over and over again, assuring you that you can draw whatever you want and as much as you want, and he wont complain at all
  • lol then why was it a problem like 5 minutes ago?
  • he learns to appreciate your meaningless memos and occasional doodle, and discovers that doing it himself is a truly therapeutic thing
  • he’s also discovered that he can use his own body to document the life of Elly
  • so now you get an update every 2 minutes about the status of his cat
  • Elly is gazing out the window, she looks so beautiful…but of course, not as beautiful as you
  • Elly is having lunch now…the way she seems crave her food reminds me of how I feel when we’re apart
  • basically using Elly as a means to tell you cheesy pickup lines is his new hobby

Saeyoung:

  • LMAOOOO
  • right so starting off Saeyoung never really doodled on himself
  • I mean do you see this boy he’s covered in clothes oh my how troublesome
  • however, a while ago, he could see the little marking that would appear on his hands when you doodled during a boring class
  • You have no idea how much those drawing helped him get his work done
  • They were like tiny rays of sunlight for him, helping him see the way out of his dark tunnel 
  • look at me being all poetic
  • He would never write back though, always afraid that you would stop drawing if you knew he saw everything you made
  • But after a while, the doodles become less and less frequent, until they disappear altogether
  • Then you join the RFA, though tbh you guys don’t find out about being each other’s soulmate until much later
  • There’s a sleepover at Seven’s house, just you, him and Yoosung. 
  • There’s also an RFA party the next day, and you guys are the only ones crazy enough to pull an all nighter before the event
  • I mean for them it’s a common practice, sleepless nights
  • hey you could make a religion out of this
  • Anyways, it’s not until six am that you finally manage to fall asleep
  • Yoosung is passed out in the kitchen, his butt stuck to the fridge due to circumstances
  • Saeyoung wanders around, unable to sleep, when he sees your peaceful, unprotected face while you sleep on the couch
  • He grabs a sharpie and gets to work, careful not to wake you up
  • Saeyoung does some doodles of his own, and it takes him a few hours to complete because it has to be perfect so are they really doodles at this point?
  • Meanwhile Yoosung wakes up, unsticks his tush from the fridge, and leaves, because he has stuff to do for LOLOL before the party starts
  • You also wake up, groggy, glancing at the clock
  • it’s 4pm
  • the party starts in two hours
  • You bolt out the door, shouting a quick bye to Saeyoung before you return to the apartment as fast as humanely possible
  • Saeyoung doesn’t answer you
  • He’s busy staring at himself in the mirror
  • “No way….” he murmurs, gently touching his face.

  • By the time you get back home, there’s only one hour to spare, due to the heavy traffic on the way back
  • You have just enough time to throw on some nice clothes and brush your teeth before you have to leave again
  • So basically you have no idea how you look overall
  • Lo and behold, you arrive at the party, and Jaehee greets you with a frown on her face
  • “MC…I don’t know if this is some sort of a joke…but that’s hardly appropriate makeup for the occasion,” she says in a stern voice.
  • Huh?
  • The other RFA members arrive to greet you, but they all say the same thing:
  • “MC, what did you do to your face?”
  • Then Saeyoung arrives
  • “Saeyoung, look at –”
  • They freeze
  • Seven has a perfectly drawn-in twirl mustache complete with monocle and angled eyebrows on his face
  • Needless to say, you also have the same thing on yours
  • “Seven??!”
  • He takes a deep breath
  • Dabbing fiercely, he cries out 
  • “SOLIDARITY!”  
  • and then prances away
  • Basically you’re all bewildered, especially after Zen hauls Saeyoung back and has him explain just what the actual fuck is going on
  • Zen: “He found his soulmate by drawing an ungodly mustache on someone’s face? What has the world come to???
  • and you two don’t even attend the party
  • Instead, Seven brings you to a park where you both lie on the ground, counting the stars in the sky as Saeyoung offers you loving words and sweet caresses throughout the night



Saeran:

  •  Edgemaster Mc Edge gets a Mint Eye tattoo on his arm while he’s in the cult
  • You remember that fateful day where a strange drawing appeared on your skin, and didn’t come of no matter how many days had passed
  • So you automatically knew it was a tattoo and had to question your s/m’s tastes a ‘lil but it gradually grew on you
  • Ok but now listen
  • Days come and go, you join the RFA, and you never have anything else appear on your body
  • Side not: once you tried to initiate a conversation with your s/m but all you would get as a reply was “Fuck off” or “You’re creepy stop talking to me”
  • And then the day arrives when Saeran breaks into your apartment
  • You’re in the middle of putting on a hoodie, but you drop it out of shock when a grown ass man casually Tarzans into your house
  • Saeran has got his whole “I’ll take you to paradise and make you happy and we’ll have sex all day” speech ready and you just kinda whisper what the fuck
  • Why does this guy have the same tattoo as me???
  • So you’re staring at his arm, and he’s trailing off because what she’s not scared? 
  • Actually what is she looking at?
  • His gaze is drawn to his own tattoo, then he looks back at you
  • Is a quadruple take a thing?
  • He just slowly points a finger at you, covering his mouth his a loose fist while you mirror his movement
  • “You’re that creepy person!” he declares, eyes wide, while at the same time you say “You’re that anti-social emo kid!” 
  • “That means…that you’re my soulmate???” you guys yell simultaneously. “No way!
  • Y’all are breathing hard
  • neither of you know what the fuck is going on
  • Saeran tries to run away from his sudden bout of feelies but you launch an aerial attack and glomp him before he reaches the window
  • Basically it’s a very confusing evening that ends in late night emotional syndrome and melting ice cream
  • The only time Saeran returns to Mint Eye is to make sure Rika is taken away and her cult dissolved
  • Saeyoung’s a mess, all tears and joy, because not only did he get his brother back, but said brother also managed to find his soul mate
  • Saeran promises to write you nicer answers
  • your favorite one is when he gets a little bit drunk, and he doodles a little sun and some clouds on his forearm, where underneath he writes a simple
  • “Let’s watch the sky together, my soulmate.”
Miraculous Ladybug multi-collab for ML artists!!

Okay, I recently thought of this neat idea to make a multi-collab with any ML artists.. but what for? Do you remember how in the opening they have all of the characters stacked up on one another? Here is a reference down below..

I want to recreate that but on one large page with a whole bunch of artists! ALSO VERY IMPORTANT!! I would like to mention that while discussing this with a couple of peeps we are not doing them in their civilian forms, but in their akumatized/superhero forms! (this does NOT include the new spoiler versions, only Ladybug are Chat Noir are superheros in this)

I figure that if any artists are interested in participating, PM me here on tumblr and tell me what character you want to do. If there is more than one person who wants to do a character, then the one who asks first gets the slot! Any artist can do this as long as they are fairly recent on here (still running as of the start of this year) and they message me that they want to do it along with the characters left they want to do! There is no specific date quite yet but I figure the due date will be around late may ;D

Here is the list of 25 + 3 other akuma that states which characters (in order of pic from left to right, bottom to top) are taken or still open! I will update this every so often so keep in check if you’re interested:

  1. Ladybug - taken by me, @themasquedfox
  2. Lady Wifi - taken by @megatraven
  3. Puppeteer - taken by @becksyart or @beckyehhh
  4. Vanisher - taken by @thelastpilot 
  5. Chat Noir - taken by @australet789
  6. The Bubbler - taken by @larvesta
  7. Antibug - taken by @alazic02
  8. Princess Fragrance - taken by @anipwrites or @anip-art
  9. Reflecta - taken by @artgraveyard
  10. Dark Cupid - taken by @krissysally
  11. Horrificator - taken by @faoghart
  12. Gamer - taken by @evieoftheisle
  13. Timebreaker - taken by @stellalights
  14. Stormy Weather - taken by @kawasakies
  15. Stoneheart - taken by @cupcakeismynamebitchez
  16. Evillustrator - taken by @minis-art 
  17. Rogercop - taken by @foxyclocks
  18. Pixelator - taken by @sadrien
  19. Darkblade - taken by @dracoskullart
  20. Simon Says - taken by @thewonderfulwizardofass
  21. Guitar Villain - taken by @nalciel
  22. The Mime - taken by @art-esque
  23. Copycat - taken by @mocchidochi
  24. The Pharaoh - taken by @whydocowsfall
  25. Mr. Pigeon - taken by @baneismydragon
  26. Volpina (added slot) - taken by @akiwitch or @akidoodles
  27. Kung Food (added slot) - taken by @orbeck
  28. Animan (added slot) - taken by @dragonontheside

I tried to make this as organized as I could! As you can see there are 0 slots left!

Here are some general questions asked concerning this collab:

  • Do we have to use the same poses as the civilians do? Not at all, but it would definitely be preferred! If you do change it up, try to keep it simple. Please talk to me about it with some sample sketches for your idea if you do decide to do so (especially for the ones with characters together like alya/marinette and adrien/nino– see to me about it if you have these characters)
  • Can we do traditional art? Yes! You can do either traditional or digital!
  • If I am doing my piece traditional, how would I enter it in for the collab? Now I haven’t messed around with traditional art yet, but I’m pretty sure you can scan it in and place it as a transparent png. file, then send it to me! I hear Camscanner is also a pretty good scanner for that sort of thing.
  • What about the image type? In order for it piece to be accepted and assembled into the final pic, you must have your final piece a transparent png. file, that way it is easier to put on the canvas!
  • What is the due date to send it in the pieces? I haven’t settled on a certain date yet, but I’m thinking late may! I can only hope everyone gets it done earlier ^^;

Let me warn you that there may be some parts of your artwork covered up by others artwork based on the MLB opening character stack, so here is what I will say for you to do– I want you to post your piece of the collab on your blog and tag me in it so that I can provide a link to each individual piece from the full final collaboration that I am posting here. Please only watermark your artwork on your piece that you post on you blog and not the one you send me!

Thanks for checking this out and I hope you all have a wonderful day! I’m sure it will look lovely when it’s done <3 Message me if your interested and tell me what character you would like to do and feel free to ask me questions in the ask box too or through a PM! I look really forward to it!!

Quick shoutout to @the-bored-bookworm for helping me put this idea together! I seriously appreciate it!! OvO

[I will update and edit this often]