Lee Minwoo (Shinhwa) x Reader x Jeon Jungkook (BTS)
Word Count: 3343
A/N: Here’s the first chapter for the Jungkook project I’ve been working on. It’s mostly just an introduction so bare with me on this one. Warning!!! This is going to get very smutty!!! Lots of Dom/Sub, slight BDSM, and all kinds of kinky stuff. I feel a bit stupid I’ve had this idea all planned out since the Celebrity Bromance episode the two of them did together but just never sat down to write it. Please give some feed back if it’s something you guys are going to be interested in?
7:55 AM you come into your boss’ office. His morning cup of coffee placed on the coaster by the phone. ¼ cup half and half, two teaspoons of raw sugar, and ¾ cup of Starbucks dark roast coffee in his favorite mug. By now there’s no need to measure it out because you know by sight and muscle memory.
The three leading business journals and newspapers are stacked in just the right order on the right hand side. The days tentative schedule typed with checkboxes lays on top of them. It’s also on both of your tablets but he likes the paper copy just for the satisfaction of checking the boxes when something is accomplished.
After giving the desk and room a look over to be sure everything is neat and in place you head for the front of the office. Your watch clicks to 8:00 AM and the elevator dings. Like an interminable coo-coo clock your boss comes through the door with a pleasant good morning though his forward pace never stops for the greeting.
You click the door back shut and follow along behind him. Back in his private office he hands you his suit jacket that you hang on the rack. He takes his seat, a small sip of coffee, a sigh, and picks up today’s agenda. While he gives it a thorough read through you stand beside him with the tablet in hand for instructions.
“Not too much going on today outside the office. That’s good. No major messes to clean up or meetings. Also good. And just the two of us for lunch today? Very good.” He finishes off his thought with a wink in your direction.
“Alright dear, unless anything of importance comes up, which I hope it doesn’t, I’ll see you at 11:45.” He smiles and barely waits for your “yes sir” before picking up the first newspaper. Nothing more is needed to be said for you to excuse yourself out to your own desk.
Pixie cuts (yes, they can work for transfem folks!! Chrissi rocks one!)
Accessories (can be found at any drugstore, general department store like Target, or teenage girl store like Claire’s, Forever 21, etc):
Hairties / scrunchies (a staple, used for ponytails and braids and other styles that require tying off - can be decorative)
Hairbands (a staple!)
Barettes / clips (can make short hair more feminine)
Bobby pins (used for more complex styles)
You’ll note that Black hair tips are totally lacking here - I’m so sorry, I’m not really sure where to even begin! If anyone has reliable tips for textured / kinky hair, please add it to a reblog or send it to us so we can add it. <3
normal world, having a soulmate is usually considered a blessing, in a normal
world, when their words appear on you finding them is not something impossible.
But Tory Miller doesn’t live in a normal world. No. Her world is the stuff of
nightmares, the dead walk, the living kill each other and soulmates are not
important. Nothing is more important than surviving.
Warnings:angst, swearing, death, violence, fluff,
hurt/comfort, child endangerment, general trauma, drama, cheating, general lack
or morals, SLOW BURN. This far, no walkers, though. As always, I don’t
want to give the story away in the tags, read at your own risk.
Author’s note:Guess what?! It’s my birthday! So as promised, I’m posting two chapters. I gotta thank the most awesome @jeffreydeanneganstrash, who I can’t ever thank enough for her support and help. You rock, darlin’. Well, onto the chapter, and remember feedback makes a writer happy :D
Author’s Note: This scenario will
be multi-chaptered, hopefully updated at least once a week. I’m very
new to this fandom, so please be kind! <3 (For the time being, I do
not take requests.) Also, if the Korean is wrong, I blame Google. lol
This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional
representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is
from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen
the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of
this fictional work.
“Last call for flight KAL122, from _______ to Seoul. Now departing from gate 5.” the
voice echoed across the airport speakers. You raced through the
terminal, trying to make your flight. Due to some incredibly stupid
people, security checks had been backed up, resulting in your almost
being late. You finally made it to the ticket counter &
breathlessly handed the attendant your boarding pass and passport. As
she scanned it, you took a moment to collect yourself. Making sure
that your uniform was in place & tucking stray strands of hair up
into your hat.
“Here you go, Ma'am. Enjoy your flight.”
the attendant said as she handed you back your papers.
You quickly made
your way onto the plane, politely declining the stewardess when she
offered to help you store your bag in the overhead compartment.
like to keep hold of it, thanks.” You told her with a smile as you
slid it under your seat.
Notes: Hey everyone, glad to see so many enjoyed my last post! Here is a second story I’m working on, in which you have to choose between General Hux and Kylo Ren. Expect updates on Tuesdays/Wednesdays.
Word Count: 2,602
Summary: (Y/N) is promoted to being the general’s assistant, but she has no idea what scandal will ensue.
Smut Prompt: Klaus, 'Love you look...' Caroline, 'Beautiful, I know. Can we get a move on?'
+ “Caroline ties Klaus to the bed” which I feel like I do a lot don’t judge me from @cupcakemolotov
We Are A Fever
waves the girl who’d been curling her hair when she hears the crunch of gravel.
Enzo’s back. The girl subsides, leaning against the wall and not saying a word.
Caroline does love it when they’re well trained.
in to insect the girls work, nods with approval, and listens to Enzo and his
little helpers troop into the house. If they knows what’s good for them they’ll
have followed her directions to the letter.
also avoid scuffing up her floors. She’d just have them refinished and she’d
torn out hearts for less.
footsteps pause and Caroline raises her voice slightly, “Bring him to me.”
that follows her order is brief and no one speaks. Soon Enzo is mounting the
stairs, his heavy tread familiar.
beckons the girl back and she immediately returns to work, fishing golden
hairpins out of her apron. She sets to work curling Caroline’s hair into a low
chignon. The dress she’s wearing tonight is backless, daring enough that she’s
sure to get a number of dirty looks from the stuffy humans who think money
makes them important who’ll be in attendance. Loose hair would only mar the
effect. It would be a nuisance, get in her way, if someone irritates her enough
that eating them is her only option too.
Her door is
ajar. “Come right in,” she says, letting Enzo know he has permission to enter. He
does, a body draped limply over his shoulder. A body she knows very well. Caroline smiles, pleased and
triumphant, meeting Enzo’s eyes in the mirror. “I take it things went well?”
Enzo tells her. “No casualties.”
blinks, surprised. Klaus was usually much fiercer, nearly as feared as she
despite being half her age. “Hmm. You must have surprised him,” she says
This one is for dapperdonuts, who was looking for authentic long-haired styles in the 1920s.
While the bob in its many variations was THE hairstyle of the 1920s, great numbers of women did not adopt it, or did so late in the decade. It’s often easier to find earlier 1920s cloches in bigger sizes as women still had more hair, worn up under it. Sometimes they just “bobbed” the front sides so they could tie up the back and give the impression of having bobbed it while still retaining their longer hair.
Above are a couple of styles worn with longer hair - the top one was popular with a “spanish comb”. The other - with hair worn in a bun or chignon low on the nape of the neck - was fairly ubiquitous throughout the decade (the yellow gown is 1922, the McCall’s patterns were from 1926.
This is the Eveningwear art I commissioned from her. I gave her carte blanche, and she gave me the hunting scene! Excuse me while I fangirl over this - the horses, Dorian’s horse, that dappling - thank you tigernaute!
The scene in question is from chapter 6.
His mask itches, and Dorian resists the urge to stick his finger beneath the edge and scratch. The half-mask is a work of art, beaten copper outlined in silver, with gold surrounding the eyes and a silver viper winding over the top of the right side, where a chevalier feather would be set, were he one. The viper’s mouth is open, hissing, the inside made of bloodstone streaked in black, to match the hard onyx of the snake’s eyes.
Beside him Cullen rides, stoic, the dark honey of his irises picking up the shifting light as they pass beneath the trees. It’s almost a shock to see him out of his armor; Cullen is dressed today in reinforced riding leathers, black, with the insignia of the Inquisition stitched on his chest in silver thread. A slender sword is belted around his hips, and his mask is silver inlaid with jet, simple yet elegant, a statement, taken all together. Today, Cullen is both commander and champion, and Aeveth has made sure he looks the part, commissioning outfit after outfit, working Thierry to the bone.
Aeveth is leftmost, riding ahead, posting easily as her horse trots along the trail. She is straight-backed grace in the saddle, the midnight blue of her divided skirts spread perfectly behind her, the silvered topstitching catching the light. Her hair is caught up neatly in a low chignon, above which sits the ribbon of her mask. Dorian can hear the gravelly tones of Duke Gaspard as he makes conversation; Aeveth’s head turns slightly to the right, and the lyrium crystals set around the eyes of her mask glitter blue, a complementary tone to her dress.