look. at that. coif

Have you ever considered that Zemo’s plan to flush Bucky out of hiding by having people recognize him on the street would have failed if Bucky has just gotten himself a nice haircut and shaved and maybe tried not to look like the shiftiest sad hobo in Romania

Women’s Work

There is a story going around the interwebs about a pair of professionals who traded their electronic signatures for a few weeks and about how the male then discovered that the female was treated differently and about how hard women have it in the professional world.

It reveals how much trouble women have being taken seriously as experts. On anything. In reading the comments left on this story, I discovered the same sad narrative in nearly every one. Women, strong, intelligent women, were doubted at every step, on a daily basis, because no one believed they could possibly know what they were talking about.

Reading through these stories I thought, well, at least that doesn’t happen to teachers. As women in a traditionally female field, we are less likely to be immediately doubted when we speak, less likely to be dismissed purely because we are female.


Until it hit me.

The whole teaching profession is constantly being asked to see its manager. The whole profession is constantly being doubted. The whole profession is seen as being ill-informed. Teachers are never seen as experts. We are regarded as something between babysitters and lazy, spoiled whiners, who just want our summers off.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Teaching is seen, by in large, as a feminine pursuit. And as such, teachers, while well-educated, well-trained, and well-read, are seen as less PROFESSIONAL and worthy of respect than our counterparts in other fields. When people DO praise teachers it is often with the kind of nostalgic affection reserved for things which are cute and sweet, not with the kind of respect given to others in other, more male dominated fields.

Everyone thinks they know what is best for education. Education policy, education critique, education reform: all are dominated by a kind of condescending man-splaining which would be abhorrent and vilified were it not accepted as the status quo.

Watch the video of the president signing his nomination for Betsy DeVos. He says, “Betsy…education, right?” like it could be any little honorarium he is throwing to any billionaire with a checkbook. Because education doesn’t need to be overseen by an expert. It is just women’s work. Put a nice, grandmotherly looking, well-coiffed lady in charge and it’ll be all good.

And when I have spoken out against this (and I have pretty much not stopped doing so for awhile now) people have pointed out to me that you do not need to have been a teacher to run a the Department of Education.

Really? Why? Because the base assumption is that teachers do not really understand big, important things like running a government bureaucracy. Our only purvey is the classroom, which like the home is to be paid respectful lip service, but not to be seen as a venue for real work.

I have had WOMEN, whom I LOVE, say things to me about educators like, “He is trying to run a company and she is worried about pipe cleaner art. Not really the same thing.”

The whole problem with the way our country talks about teachers is that, by in large, we are seen as a group of women, and therefore, the work we do is not seen to be really that challenging. There are whole books and television shows dedicated to the idea that a man, having excelled in another field, can stop by a classroom for a short period, for the purpose of entertainment or self-gratification, and somehow this is okay. No one thinks this about courtrooms or operating theaters.

I wonder why.


Comb over here and take a look! Ctenophore jellies have hairs carefully coiffed into combs that curve light into its component colors as the jellies course through the planktonic community. 

Q. ok but which is the good anaander and which is the bad one

A. hahahahaaaaaaaaa! no

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Damen and Laurent having quickies during breaks between training sessions and their royal duties

Yesssss. I think that Laurent is very into this. Damen has a clearer separation in his mind between appropriate times and inappropriate times for sex, but Laurent has no such compunctions and is very sneaky about tricking or signaling Damen to get him to step away for just a minute…and somehow Laurent always manages to still look perfectly coiffed afterwards, and Damen feels all disheveled, even though objectively Laurent’s appearance should be much easier to mess with.

Hawkwood the Deserter cosplay, female edition, aka the Abyss Watcher minus the helmet and mask because I got tired of them. It’s not completely accurate, since I don’t have the chainmail coif or the sword and I don’t look dejected enough lol. I wore this on Sunday at PAX East, and it’s probably one of the most comfortable costumes I’ve made so far. I definitely want to wear this again (as well as the full Abyss Watcher, of course) :-D

Photos taken by my friend Jon.

More ASG fic–no ask this time, since my only ASG asks left specifically ask for Andy, and this one particular bit is not from her POV.

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(This piece is the evening of the last night of the ASG, two days after Serge’s dinner party, after Andy and Bitty have debriefed with their boyfriends)

Signs that Kent Parson has grown the fuck up: he hates losing in the first round of the All-Star tournament, but as he pulls the tape off his socks and pries at his skate laces, he thinks: At least this way I get to shower now.  He’s been the guy who’s won so much that he’s always kept waiting to the end of every tournament, had to play every game, kept working months after the season has ended for everybody else, so now when for once he hasn’t won everything in every category, he thinks: Now I don’t have to stand around in my sweaty gear and watch other people play. He gets to clean up, change, go find his girlfriend in the stands, be the first one at the restaurant table after, instead of the guys arriving late the table is held for.

He’s… he doesn’t know, he’s building a life outside of hockey, or something, instead of the days where he had nothing if he didn’t have ice to play on.

And then, on his way out-

“Hey, Parse.”

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"Someone pass me a hair tie, stat!"

“Someone pass me a hair tie, stat!“ 

Marinette passed him a small black scrunchie, giggling under her breath as she felt another coil of her hair being looped into place. She had no idea why Nino had insisted on doing her hair before her date with Adrien, but she was just going to roll with it.

After three years of growing much closer and more comfortable around Adrien, she had shed her uncertainties regarding his opinion of her. He knew she was a dork, and if he didn’t like whatever his best bro did with her look, then he’d just have to deal.

“Aaaaaand, perfect!” Nino turned her chair around so she could look at the adorably coiffed buns , two on each side of her head. She grinned as she recognized the style, appreciating how the rest of her hair fell in a curtain behind her shoulders, little strands of silver woven carefully so as to create streaks of starlight.

“Thank you Nino,” she murmured appreciatively, before smirking at him. “You know he’s gonna have no chill about you dolling me up like one of his favorite black cats!”

“Yeah… but I figure he deserves a treat, since Alya is doing his hair,” he admitted. The two shared a knowing look, and winced.

…at least Mari would look fabulous for their first date.

…omg. It’s NOT crack… *throws some friendship fluff at you*
I just really like the idea of Nino being GREAT at doing hair, and Alya being an absolute tragedy at it XD Cause then I can headcanon him helping Alya with her hair in the mornings ;)


When they first met Lafayette
  • Alexander: But look at his coiffed and crispy locks.
  • John: Look at his silk translucent socks.
  • Hercules: There's the eternal paradox. Look what we're seeing.
  • Alexander: What are we seeing?
  • Hercules: Is he gay?
  • John: Of course he's gay.
  • Hercules: Or European?
  • Everyone: Ohhhhh
The Fairest Possible Review I can Give the Fox Rocky Horror Remake

So I’m gonna start by saying I don’t resent Fox’s Rocky Horror for existing, as a lot of people criticizing it seem to. I didn’t go in expecting something that would stand toe-to-toe with the original, because I don’t think that’s possible in a modern context. I went in thinking of it like a tribute more than an attempt to capture that lightning in a bottle again.

Anyway this whole thing ended up being forever long, so it’s gonna live under a cut.

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Is Dan Gay or European?
  • Tyler: There, right there!
  • Look at that tan well-tended skin
  • Look at the slinky shape he's in
  • Look at that cleany shaven chin
  • Oh, please, Dan's gay! Totally gay!
  • Pj: I'm not about to celebrate,
  • Every trait could indicate
  • A totally straight expatriate
  • This guy's not gay! I say not gay!
  • All: That is the elephant in the room,
  • But is it relevant to presume
  • That a man who wears earrings is automatically, radically fey!
  • Troye: But look at his coiffed and crispy locks!
  • Tyler: Look at his silk translucent socks!
  • Pj: There's the eternal paradox, look what we're seein'
  • Tyler: What are we seein'?
  • Pj: Is he gay,
  • Or European?
  • All: Ohhhh
  • Gay or European
  • It's hard to guarantee
  • Is he gay or European?
  • Felix: Well, hey don't look at me!
  • Carrie: You see, they bring their boys up different in those charming foreign ports!
  • They play peculiar sports
  • All: In shiny shorts and tiny shorts!
  • Gay or foreign fella, the answer could take weeks!
  • They both say things like 'ciao bella'
  • And kiss you on both cheeks!
  • Tyler: Oh please, gay!
  • All: Gay or European
  • So many shades of grey
  • Felix: Depending on the time of day, the French go either way!
  • All: Is he gay or European or-
  • Louise: There, right there!
  • Look at his addiction to caffeine
  • Seen it with every guy on screen
  • That is a metro, hetero, bean!
  • Daniel's not gay, I say no way!
  • All: That is the elephant in the room,
  • But is it relevant to presume
  • That a fanboy in that cosplay
  • Dan: [hugs Nick Jonas]
  • Marzia: Is automatically, radically
  • Phanboy: Opinion on "dick"?
  • Louise: Ironically, chronically
  • Dan: Nice.
  • Chris: Genetically, medically
  • Dan: What the fuck even is your sexuality?
  • Felix: Certainly, flirtingly
  • All: Gay! Officially gay!
  • Swishily gay, gay, gay, gay
  • Dan: [flirts with Jennifer Lawrence]
  • All: Damn it!
  • Gay or European?
  • Pj: So stylish and relaxed,
  • All: Is he gay or European?
  • Pj: I think his chest is waxed!
  • Marzia: But they bring their boys up different there,
  • It's culturally diverse!
  • It's not a fashion curse,
  • All: If he does his nails or bears a purse!
  • Gay or just exotic,
  • We'll never get him out!
  • Carrie: I mean his accent is hypnotic,
  • But he's got a high-pitched shout!
  • All: Huh!
  • Gay or European, so many shades of grey!
  • Phangirl: But if he turns out straight I'm free at eight on Saturday!
  • All: Is he gay or European?
  • Gay or European?
  • Gay or Euro-
  • Troye: Wait a minute!
  • Gimme a chance to crack this guy,
  • I have an idea I'd like to try.
  • [Speaking Portion]
  • Pj: [sighs] The floor is yours.
  • Troye: [walks over to Dan] So, Mr. Howell, This alleged affair with Ms. Fletcher has been going on for..?
  • Dan: Two years.
  • Troye: Right, and your channel name again is..?
  • Dan: Danisnotonfire.
  • Troye: And your boyfriend's channel is..?
  • Dan: AmazingPhil.
  • Chorus *everyone except Dan, Phil, and Troye*: [gasps]
  • Dan: [falls off chair] I'm sorry, I misunderstood! You said "boyfriend," I thought you said "best friend!” [gets up off floor] Phil is my BEST FRIEND.
  • Phil *from the stands*: You BASTARD!
  • Chorus: [gasps]
  • Phil: [walks down pew] You lying BASTARD! That is it! I won't cover for you anymore!
  • [Singing Portion]
  • Phil: Hey guys, I have a big announcement!
  • This man is gay AND European!
  • Chorus: Whoa!
  • Phil: And neither is disgrace!
  • Chorus: Oh!
  • Phil: You have to stop your bein' a completely closet case!
  • Chorus: D'oh!
  • Phil: It's me, not her he's seein’
  • No matter what he says!
  • I swear he never, ever, ever, ever, swung another way!
  • [leaning over to Dan]
  • You are so gay, you big parfait
  • You flaming one-man cabaret
  • Dan: I'm straight!
  • Phil: You were not yesterday.
  • [to crowd/audience]
  • So if I may, I'm proud to say
  • Dan's gay!
  • Chorus: And European!
  • Phil: He's gay!
  • Chorus: And European!
  • Phil: Please, gay!
  • Chorus: And European
  • And gay!
  • Dan: Fine, okay, I’m gay!
  • Phil: Hooray!
  • [Talking Portion]
  • Felix: About damn time.

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re: property brothers discourse, hopefully this goes without saying but Adam is a Drew stan. perfect suit and coiffed hair and posh look about him. Adam will leave halfway through an episode after the house has been bought. comes back five minutes before it ends and asks "is Drew back on yet" and Ronan nails him in the face with a throw pillow


Don’t Engage (Part 2)

Title:  Don’t Engage (Part 2)

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1666

Warnings: explicit language, drinking, jealous!Dean, possessive!Dean, angry sex, rough sex, you-belong-to-me sex, unprotected sex,

Author’s Notes: Don’t Engage (Part 1) was written for @jessica-bones-winchester Dating Dean Writing Challenge. Part two was inspired by the tags on this post from @rizlow1.

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We Always Do This

Odd enough, this is because of a song. I was listening to Maroon 5: One More Night and inspiration came. I used to write a lot of song fics, and I might start back. Until then, here is something for you guys. I hope you like it. 

She sat on the edge of the couch, finally watching Rain’s long awaited drama, and some crap was going down. What was happening? No, Rain don’t cry. She wiped at her tears, with her over sized sweater sleeve, and tried to suck up her tears. 

A huge clap of thunder, made her jump and her TV flicker, as she sat in her Seoul apartment, alone on a Saturday night. 

“No! Please, don’t do this!” She almost knocked over her bowl of Udon, as she tried to look out the window. 

The rain had been coming down steadily, but now it kicked up. She was hoping those distant claps of thunder wouldn’t get closer, but she was too absorbed into her show to realize that they did. 

The TV stuttered once more, and then every light went out. 

“NO!” She screamed, throwing her head back on her sofa finally aware of the sound of the rain beating at her window. A thunder clap rattled the windows, and a bright flash of lightning brightened her living room. 

She sighed, sitting up finishing off the broth of her Udon with a huff. Time for bed, she supposed and slowly walked to the kitchen. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness she rinsed her bowl, and placed it in the sink for later. She rummaged through a drawer and found a flashlight, sighing. 

She clicked it on, thanking heaven the batteries seemed fresh. Walking to her back porch she moved the curtain, and stood on the patio. The humid night air would cause havoc on her thick curls if she stayed too long. She hadn’t even tied her hair up for the night. Grunting, she surveyed the street below,m and every light was out. Emergency lights on the corner of the streets illuminated the night. She squinted her eyes looking at the building across from her. Totally dark, she could see flashlights through people’s windows sweeping around. 

Closing the patio door she turned back to the living room, and was about to go down the hall to bed, when a heavy knock sounded at the door. Once, then twice, she bit her lip, raising an eyebrow, walking to the door looking out the peeper. 

The black, perfectly coiffed hair could be no one else. She sucked in a breath, feeling her heart race as he turned his sharp lined jaw to the peeper and knocked again. 

“Jagi! Open the door, you have nowhere to go anyway.” She could hear him muffling a burp. 

She said nothing, pressing her forehead to the door. Why was he here? Why did he have to come back? She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling queasy just looking at his face. She could say she didn’t love him all she wanted, the heart was always going to ring true. 

“Baby, I know you’re there.” He knocked again. 

She had to answer, her neighbors would get pissed if he stayed out there and he would. She licked her lips, trying to get her face to look as unimpressed and passive as possible as she opened the door. The LED emergency lights lining the hall, shone on his perfect face as he smiled at her. 

“I knew you were home, let me in.” Just like him to give her instructions and not ask, she rolled her eyes at her ex boyfriend, Choi Seunghyun also known as TOP. 

“What are you doing here?” She didn’t let him in, holding the door still, as she glared at him. 

He reached into the crack, thin fingers touching her chin. “Don’t be a brat, jagiya. I’m soaked, I have no cell phone, I’ve been drinking.” 

“All the more reason, for you to walk home in the rain and sober up.” She opened the door more, looking down at the puddle he was making on the floor of the hallway. 

He raised an eyebrow, groaning then pushed open the door and pushed her out of the way and into her home. She was half shocked he even did that, but knew that she could stop him…if she had wanted. Why didn’t she try harder? 

He took off his coat, and shoes, then his socks. He balled them up and stood up to look at her. “Should I give these to you?” 

“I’m not your maid or your girlfriend. Go to the sink and ring out your socks, leave your shoes there, and hang up your coat.” She reached behind him and locked the door, then walked toward the living room. Keenly aware, she wasn’t wearing pants, only underwear under this sweater. 

“Why wouldn’t you let me in?” His deep voice behind her, as he made his way past her into the kitchen. 

She sighed, sitting down on her sofa, head in her hands. “I told you, I didn’t want to see you again.” 

Seunghyun laughed, a deep booming sound. She heard the water, hit the sink. “You said that what? Four months ago? We met up 2 months ago in Paris, at that fashion show.” 

“Correction, Jiyong was with us.” She could feel the layer of ice around her heart, start to melt. The first ice cold drip landing in her stomach. 

“He was. But he wasn’t in the bed with us that night. Or the next night.” She knew he was looking at her, she could feel his dark eyes burning on her. 

Washing his hands in the sink, she heard him rip a paper towel, and then she heard his belt buckle. 

“What are you doing?” Her head darted up in time to see him rounding the corner in nothing but his boxers. 

“I was soaked, I had to get out of my clothes. I’m pretty sure you have some of mine here.” He took the flashlight from her hands, and started to walk past her and down the hall, to her room. Formally, their room. 

“TOP.” She stood up, trying to pull down the sweater, that stopped just at her butt.” “TOP.” She called, just as he opened the door to her room.

He went directly to her closet, shining the light to see into a corner, with his name on a plastic bin. “What?”

“You can’t just come in here like you live here and start rummaging through things. Invading my privacy. Coming into my life.” She leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms, the long nails tapping on her arms. 

He picked out a pair of cotton pants and a shirt. “I’m staying one night. Don’t start on me with that shit.” 

She threw her hands into the air, just as the thunder rolled again. “Who said you could stay? I’m calling you a cab, and youre going home you aren’t staying here!” 

He said nothing, getting dressed, and she turned towards her bed grabbing her cell phone. 

“It’s dead.” He said, just as she realized that it was. “I called you three times. Straight to voicemail. That’s how I know.” 

Gritting her teeth, she plugged in the phone. “When the power kicks back on, it will charge.”

“That’ll be in the morning. The power probably won’t come back on tonight.” He put his hands in the pockets of the cotton sleeping pants, staring at her. 

“Wipe that smug ass grin off your face.” She sat down on her bed, head in her hands. She felt the ice on her heart crack.

She could hear him close the door, and the flashlight shined on her. She didn’t move as he sat next to her on the bed, the mattress dipping from his weight. 

“I’ll sleep on the couch, since it bothers you so much. You don’t have to be so mean to me jagiya.” She felt his fingers brush at her hair, he was twisting a loose curl around his finger. “I still care about you, you care about me.” 

She blinked her eyes, refusing to cry. This was bad. They were bad together and for each other. “We care about each other, we hurt each other. We are toxic, we are dysfunctional. We need to stop.” 

She heard him groan. “Not this again. We are creative souls-” 

“Shut up” She stood up, looking down at him. “Don’t start that bullshit with me again.” 

He smiled at her, shrugging his shoulders. “It worked last time. So fine, we won’t get into that. How have you been? What have you been working on? Who have you been seeing?” 

Her face was one of shock. Did he really expect her to jump back into a plain conversation with him? Like they had no connection? She leaned her head back, groaning loud. He laughed. Laughed at what she was doing. Then his arms were around her waist, he was pulling her down on the bed to sit on his lap. 

She struggled to get up, but he held her tight. The feel of his body against hers, warm and solid. His wine scented breath near her neck, she turned her head away, the grip of his fingers in her sides. 

“Let me go.” She said, breathing heavily from the struggle. 

“After you calm down, and we can talk like two sane adults.” He had a point. She shouldn’t be putting up this much of a fight, it only confirmed to him what she already knew. 

Once she settled, he set her down next to him taking her hand in his, he turned her hand palm side up and traced the lines on her hand. “I know you and Seungri went out a few times.” 

She snatched her hand from his. “And?” 

His eyes dark, he looked up at her. “One of my members? Really?”

She scoffed. “You’re so conceited as to think, I wanted to date Seungri to be close to you?” She laughed haughtily. “Don’t flatter yourself, TOP, he asked me out, we went on two dates and neither of us felt it. Leave Seungri alone, he’s sweet.” 

“Stop calling me TOP.” He snatched her hand back, massaging her fingers. “Call me Seunghyun, you know that.”  

“That’s reserved for friends.” She let him massage her hand, knowing he’d just take it back again. The first chunk of ice fell from her heart.

“And we are?” He pulled her closer by her wrist, his lips next to hers.

A memory flashed, of them kissing in Paris. He promised not to be the same person, he swore. She made a promise to be more vocal, that she would different. Things would be different. He made love to her on the veranda of the house they were staying in. 

She turned her face as he tried to apply pressure, kissing her cheek instead. “We’re something else.”

Seunghyun smiled, she always did play hard to get. It just made him work harder. “I haven’t had anyone since you.” 

“Don’t lie to me TOP, I’ve seen the women you’ve been pictured with.” She stood up, and she felt his fingers ghost down her thighs. 

“They aren’t you. They are toys, simply for pleasure.” He was so sure of his statement. 

“You’ve always had a few toys haven’t you?” She couldn’t stay in her room, walking out to get a drink from the kitchen.

He followed her, his footsteps heavy, she knew he was angry. “Don’t start shit with me >>>, you know you were my only one. I never cheated on you.” 

“Never said you did, doesn’t mean I liked your groupies.” She grabbed a bottle of water, realizing no electricity meant no AC. It was getting warm. 

TOP sighed. “I miss you.” 

She drank the water, relishing the cool taste on her tongue. “Fuck you.” She put the cap on the water, taking it with her as she walked past him. 

He grabbed her arm, pulling her in close to his side. “That can be arranged.” 

He held her tight, moving his grip from her wrist to her elbow, then her arm. She shivered, an electric chill going down her spine, she felt her body loosen the ice gone now, her heart thumped in her chest. His other hand on her lower back, he moved the sweater his hand on the top edge of her panties. He sucked in a breath, moving so she was between his legs, his hand coasting up her back. His tan flesh against the brown of her skin, she could see it. She could see him like he was in Monaco, behind her, hand skating up her spine, as he pushed into her. 

“We always do this. Aren’t you tired of this game between us?” She looked up at his eyes, her own brimming with wetness. “We never really change, we are who we are, and maybe it’s best we are alone.”

He kissed her, and she allowed it. She let his lips touch her, this was going to be harder now. “We are kindred souls. I’m always going to yearn for you.” His hand was on her stomach now, his thumb bumping over the hole of her belly button. 

“I can’t do this again. You’re killing me.” She hung her head, thankful that her curls hid her face. 

“You act like I haven’t died because of you.” His fingers dipping into her panties, he barely touched her and she was on fire. “You resurrect me, with you by my side, I’m a phoenix.”

“We aren’t good for each other, Seunghyun. You know that.” He turned her towards him, his hand cupping her sex, the other lifting her chin. 

“We’re dysfunctional, I’ll admit it, but I keep coming back to you.” He kissed her, deep. She didn’t even try, her mouth opening for his tongue he wiped his tongue over hers, and then down her throat. 

It was over. He took the bottle from her, cupping her ass in his hands, he picked her up. Slender legs around his waist he massaged the flesh of her ass, moving back to her room. Her arms clinging to him,m she moaned as she felt him stiffen in his pants, there it was. The feeling that this was different and everything was ok again. The feeling of him being different. Her being different. No more yelling, no more screaming, no more wandering eyes from him, no more lonely nights, and misunderstood feelings. 

He laid her down on the bed, hands on her thighs, he pulled her panties down, breaking the kiss to press his fingers to the wetness of her core. 

She groaned, lifting her hips, and he obeyed pressing his fingers inside of her. Just the first two, his thumb he pressed on her clit, and she tried to close her legs. Using his left hand he held them open, lifting her leg to place it on his shoulder. Kisses on her calf, she moaned.

Eyes open, she watched his face, she watched a single bead of sweat drip down his face on his nose and fall. Eyes closed, the memories of them in the back of a car windows fogged, him tossing his wine glass as he yelled at her for being too friendly with other artists. 

His pants off, Seunghyun had his eyes open. Watching her body undulate under his touch, his fingers curled inside her touching the apex of her sweet spot. Eyes closed, he lowered his body over hers, memories of her naked in the moonlight as his hand dragged down her stomach, goosebumps in the trail his fingers left. 

Eyes open, she watched him as he lined himself up with her core. He watched her nod her head yes, mouth open as he pressed himself into her. It hurt, but it was so good. Spreading, the feel of his shaft in her channel. He backed out, then slid in. Again and again. 

The rain still beating on the windows, her hands behind her on the pillows, holding on for dear life. His face just above hers, he moaned, her back arching off the bed. 

A flash of lightning illuminates the room, and the shapes of them are cast onto the walls. His hips moving in fluid motion, arms on either side of her body, she lifts her legs. One on his back, rubbing her calf on his ass, the other in the air, toes pointing the ceiling.

Seunghyun knows what that means, he increases his pace, the sloppy sound of her wetness in the room, her ragged breathing makes a symphony with his groans and moans. The constant slap, slap of skin meeting and he leans his head back the rhythm stutters, and he jerks inside of her just as she finally touches him. Her hands on his buttocks, pulling him in close as she finds her own release. 

He’s smoking, as she lays on the rumpled sheets. The heavy scent of tobacco in the air she watches him, take a drag, the red cinders glowing. What should they say? What should they do? He knows she doesn’t feel the same, she knows he wants to stay, to try again. So, he says nothing, putting out the cigarette he lays down next to her, cuddling into her side. She closes her eyes, feeling his hand on her face. 

They always do this. When will things change?

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Originally posted by sosjimin

Faery!Jimin x reader

 There were so many rules. 

“There are power in names.” Jimin admonished, “Give yourself a nickname or give no name at all." 

"Why do I-" 

 Jimin’s eyes narrowed on you, "Did I say you could ask questions, mortal?" 

You rolled your eyes at that. Jimin called you a mortal as an insult, a reminder that you were beneath him. Three days ago it would have made you quiver in your boots but now it just annoyed you, much like all things Jimin did. 

"Well why can’t you just tell me instead of being all mysterious fortune cookie on me?” You sighed, throwing yourself on an abnormally large lily pad. 

Jimin toed you off his furniture with his boot before glaring at you, “You’re contaminating my living quarters." 

 "Oh, grow up.” You rolled your eyes at him, “I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me here. But if we don’t fix the treaty between our people we’ll both end up with a civil war at our hands." 

"Civil is the last thing my people would be at war with you, you overgrown ape.” He murmured, checking his nails for imaginary dirt. “Ouch!”

You raised your eyes to the immaculate Fae prince before you, giving a slight shrug. “It slipped.”

Jimin bent down to pick up the large spell book from the floor with a glare, “From your hands, across the room and to my head?”

“What can I say, I’m a klutz.” You sighed, pulling up a chair at his desk before shooting him an annoyed look, “Hurry up and finish so I can leave your little hobbit hole.”

“For the last time, I’m not a hobbit-" 

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