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[TRANS] non-no Magazine 2018 Jan Issue - 100 Answers w/ BTS

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JUNGKOOK

Q1. Your dream job when you were a child?
A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.

Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017?
We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.

Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult!
I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.

Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid?
For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.

Q5. A work that touched you recently?
“Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.

Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose?
Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.

Q7. Favorite dessert?
The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡

Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice?
I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…

Q9. Any habit?
Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.

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There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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Kagami, Luka, and the Love Square

(spoilers obviously)

Also, just had to get it out there.

Kagami

Thoughts: 

  • She is bae honestly. Adrien proving he has a type; bad-ass, spunky Asian girls who can intimidate and/or kick his ass.
  • I think this is where angst comes in since unlike Marinette’s other rivals (Chloe, Lila), I can see her genuinely liking Kagami, and them getting along well together. And if she sees how Adrien and her might be drawn together because of their similar backgrounds, I can see her backing off as a sign of character development in wanting to be Adrien’s friend first and foremost. But at the same time, her heartbreak may also potentially cause her to be akumatized. 

  • Kagami means ‘Mirror’. From what we’ve seen of her she seems to be a foil to Marinette, really similar in appearance, but opposing in temperament. Where Marinette is clumsy (whenever she’s not LB), Kagami is lithe. Where she is expressive, Kagami is reserved. 

HCs: 

  • I can see her being bi, getting a mild crush on Marinette and also Adrien?  mean who wouldn’t have crushes on them? At the same time, I can see her being a wingwoman to both Adrien and Marinette. Go on and join the club! Alya’s president. 
  • She probably got the last spot at the fencing school and this is where she and Adrien probably become close.

  • I BELIEVE WHOLEHEARTEDLY IN THE HEADCANON THAT ADRIEN IS A WEABOO. KAGAMI IS HIS NEW ANIME BUDDY. BUT HE KEEPS ON WANTING TO TALK ABOUT SHOUJO AND MAGICAL GIRL ANIMES (Ouran High School Host Club, Sailor Moon), while Kagami just wants to talk about Shonen. THE CONFLICT. 

Speculations: 

  • I hope she gets the Peacock Miraculous, but that would mean working with HawkMoth, so it would be interesting to see how that would play out. Maybe she has a family secret relating to the Miraculous? Kwami (Quantic Kami) and Akuma are Japanese words. Maybe the whole lore and the first LB and CN started in Japan?

Luka

Thoughts:

  •  PLEASE LET HIM BE PUNK GOTH, PLEASE LET HIM BE PUNK GOTH. Please let him be the ‘bad boy’ to counter Adrien’s golden prince.
  • And to be fair, maybe Marinette mistakes him initially for Chat Noir just like how Adrien initially thought Kagami could be LB.

  • Probably outwardly flirty, but just overall a good-natured guy. I read somewhere that Luka means ‘bright one’ in Russian while Adrien could mean ‘dark one’, so I could see the two being foils like Kagami and Marinette. Adrien’s the golden boy on the outside while hiding a lot of deep sadness inside. Despite him smiling a lot, he holds himself back. Meanwhile, Luka could have a dark color scheme but act with much more freedom in his emotions, and is a really funny guy, creating a sort of image gap.

HCs:

  • I headcanon that Luka does parkour, has dark hair like Juleka, and has a sweet tooth. I’m pretty sure he’ll also have a good heart, since that part is what will likely attract Marinette (besides his possible resemblance to Chat Noir *cough cough*)
  • Maybe he and Marinette will have a meetcute, where he saves her or she saves him, and from then on gets a sort of admiration for her. He sort of flirts with her, but Marinette knows how to deflect it when it’s not Adrien, so they have this sort of easy going relationship. 
  • ADRIEN GETS SO JEALOUS. But he doesn’t really realize it at first. At first he’s maybe envious of Luka’s carefree personality, and also about the openness Marinette displays with Luka when he’s just a relatively newcomer, meanwhile it took a bit more time for Marinette to open up to him (from his perspective). Then he gets a bit uneasy because what if Marinette thinks Luka’s Chat Noir? But that shouldn’t be a problem for him right, since it’ll help protect his secret identity, but still WHAT IS THIS PAINFUL FEELING IN HIS CHEST? 
  • LIKE I AM SO READY FOR JEALOUS ADRIEN LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. We’ve already seen jealousy on him as Chat Noir, but I think it won’t be as outwardly apparent as when he’s Adrien, so from Marinette’s perspective, Adrien really just thinks of her as a friend, and then ANGST, because what if this development is what pushes her to try to give up on Adrien?

Speculation:

  • I kinda think this is how we get the Marichat balcony scene. They’ll grow closer and Marinette drops the bomb that she likes someone, and our poor oblivious boy automatically assumes it must be Luka. There’s that weird hurting feeling in his chest again, but whatever, Marinette’s his good friend, someone he treasures, of course he’ll help her get with the guy of her dreams. Matchmaker Adrien appears again, but this will inevitably hurt Marinette more, I mean can you imagine your crush blatantly pushing you towards another guy? (It hurts Adrien too, but he still can’t tell why.)
  • Since Luka’s going to be part of S3, I have this theory that he’ll be the one to succeed HawkMoth’s miraculous. I mean if Master Fu can pass his on to Nino, so can Gabe to another younger wielder, once he’s redeemed. That would be my dream team to be honest, Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka to defeat a greater threat than HawkMoth (because I’m sure something more sinister will be coming for them). Tbh this theory is mostly me wanting Kagami and Luka to have their own miraculouses. 

Marinette & Adrien

  • No wonder they both can’t tell the other is their partner, despite all of the obvious proof literally right in front of them. From Riposte alone, Adrien thinks and knows about Marinette’s clumsiness. He can’t reconcile that with LB’s gracefulness. There’s no possible way LB could be clumsy. Meanwhile, we know also from the same episode that Marinette thinks Chat Noir is a natural-born flirt. Even until now, she probably still hasn’t realized (or is in full-denial mode) that she is his only one. She can’t reconcile that at all with her image of Adrien as a perfect prince. This season will probably focus more on the two of them seeing the flaws of their idealized loves, in order for them to see the truth that was there all along. 
  • This is a headcanon of mine that has no basis, but I think Adrien unconsciously tries to act like a perfect prince in front of Marinette. He rarely lets his Chat Noir out around her as compared to others like Nino, and even Chloe. Maybe it has something to do with how they got off on the wrong start, so he doesn’t want her to ever have a bad opinion of him ever again, so despite wanting to act more casual and friendly around her, he still reserves a bit of himself because her opinion really matters to him. So this is maybe where Marichat interaction can help, and one which I’m really excited for this season, since the both of them can act like they want to around each other as friends without the unexpected burden of expectations. 
Thantophobia(M)

Plot: Thantophobia - the fear of losing someone you love.
It had been at least a month since you had seen your boyfriends, and the loneliness was turning against you, making your thoughts head into a direction you didn’t want it to take.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader x Kim Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Angst, Poly au!

Warnings: Threesome, (slight) dirty talk, oral(giving), voyeurism, orgasm denial, masturbation denial(?), spanking shit you really need some holy water after this 

Notes: Requested by the beautiful @impossiblewriter . Sorry it took so long, moon child <3 I was stumped on how to do the angst. I really hope it’s good enough, since this is my first time writing a poly smut, lol. 2k Words

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

[Message sent 4:38]

It had been at least three hours since you had sent a message to your boyfriends, and they still hadn’t replied. It was a question; you wanted to know where exactly they were. You wanted to know if they were alright.

They were in Japan for tour, but where? You knew how much their schedule fluctuated – they could be texting you pictures of them in a hotel room in Osaka, then almost two hours later, they were informing you that they were on their way to Tokyo.

But this time, there was nothing.

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Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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Either/Or: Single

Kara has a kid and meets Lena? Super or nah doesn’t matter.

“Five minutes, Jess,” Lena reminded her assistant as the car stopped at a red light. “Just five minutes, and then I’m going to finish unpacking.”

To her credit, she didn’t even look up from her tablet as her boss made the same insistence she’d made twelve times since they’d left the new offices. Jess was familiar with Lena’s rants and opinions and utter dislike of anything social, despite her best efforts to help break the youngest Luthor from her shell.

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We Have Tonight - Harry Styles Imagine

“I think you just need to get over her,” Jeff says as Harry is staring out the window of their rented car whilst here in New York City. He rubs his bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, gently pulling at it as his eyes wandered the busy streets outside the car.

It was easy to say those words to Harry, but Jeff wouldn’t ever understand how you made Harry feel. It wasn’t some little crush, or a fling for lack of better words, it was falling in love in the worst of ways. Being the worst because it didn’t work out. What Harry imagined as a long lasting love, ended with tabloids and teary eyes. Things didn’t go the right way, instead it felt as though you and Harry had fallen while trying to made such a big leap together. Now all he had were some bruises and a broken heart.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get over ‘er, mate,” Harry mutters. Just then they’re driving into the hectic area of New York that is Times Square. And there you are, plastered on the sides of the buildings.

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Far Away |jh|

Originally posted by jaayhope

pairing: jung hoseok x reader

words: 1.1k+

genre: fluff, angst

summary: you miss hoseok, and sometimes things go a little too far. (commission for @xeronectus)

 commissions/donations

raising money for my pet’s tumor removal

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blackout | chanyeol

The way he looked at you made your whole Body shiver but you never knew if he did it for fun or if he really was interested in you.

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pt.2, pt.3, epilogue

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

It was the begin of September - which also meant the beginning of fall semester classes. It was time for you to go back to the Hell called university.

You lazily shoved your last suitcase into the back of your mum’s car. It was a rather old Audi A1, but neither of you cared, since it still did what it had to do. 

With the last strand of energy you had left, you got into the passenger seat beside your mum and immediately closed your eyes. Instead of sleeping last night, you gathered together all your remaining things you had bought throughout the summer - while having a voicetalk conversation with your bestfriend (and her little brother in the back screaming every three minutes).

Slowly opening your eyes again, you stared outside of the window. It had started to rain, which didn’t make your first day any better. Single droplets were running down the glass beside each other, evolving into one big droplet after they got too close.

You remembered how you always thought they were doing races when you were younger. But, after twenty-two years of living, you knew it wasn’t like that. You turned your head to your mother, looking at her side profile. Luckily, you looked like her and not like your Father.

Well, let’s not talk about him.

You looked at her defined cheekbones and sharp eyes. How the streetlights reflected in her eyes, giving them a tint of gold. You looked at her how her brown waves were flowing over her shoulders like a chocolate waterfall. 

Everyone knew you looked exactly like your mum: from the number of moles to how you both sneezed when a storm’s coming. Yet, she was more beautiful than you could ever think to be. 

‘‘Y/N, please stop staring at me like that. It’s kinda creepy, darling,’’ your mum said, bringing you back from your space-out of worship. Sighing, you turned to the front, only to see that you had arrived at the parking lot of the university apartments. 

In a matter of seconds, your mum had found a parking spot, turning off the engine and opening her door. You did the same, rolling your eyes out of annoyance. It wasn’t only because you had just arrived, but because already, you could see people you knew, and definitely didn’t liked. It was so nice not seeing them over the summer, but now that you’re back, they’re a pain in the ass again. 

Helping your mother emptying the car of your belongings, you stared at the students crossing you by, or doing the same as you. After everything was out, you closed the trunk and turned around - just to be welcomed by a pillow in your face. You were never really good at catching things, so of course it fell to the wet floor. Not that you cared.

‘‘Damn, I’m sorry, Y/N. Forgot that you can’t catch a thing, even if your life depended on it.’’ 

You stared at the boy in front of you, knowing exactly who it was. Kim Jongin

‘‘Sorry but who are you?’‘ It came out more annoyed than you originally intended. He smirked, and took a step forward to pick up his pillow. 

He didn’t even care to answer. He turned around, still smirking, walking towards more boys you knew too well and hated with your whole heart. Oh, and what seemed to be his new girlfriend. 

You picked up the remaining stuff your mum hadn’t already brought into your apartment and also entered the Complex. On the way up, you met her in the hallway, looking at you with a look you knew meant nothing good.

‘’ Wasn’t that Kim Jongin? The kid that used to visit the same chemistry course as you last semester?’’ 

You nodded, walking past her into the apartment bringing your stuff into your second home. Your mum followed after you, her arms crossed over her chest, still with that look on her face.

‘‘He’s a handsome young man. I still don’t understand why you didn’t befriend him.’‘

‘‘She didn’t because he’s not her type.’‘ Both of you turned to look at where the voice came from. In the doorway of your room was your roommate, best friend and older sister, of the boy who screamed every three minutes last night.

You rushed toward her, embracing her in a tight hug. ‘’Oh my God, Jisoo, I missed you so much! When did you arrive?’’ you squealed.

Giggling, she separated herself from you. ‘’I arrived before you. But you and your lovely mother were too distracted by talking about - you know…’’



‘‘ Y/N, don’t walk so fast, oh my god. I know it’s our first day of official classes but you don’t have to sprint,’‘ Jisoo said, while trying to catch you.

You were indeed walking very fast, but you knew your first course was economics. It was better to arrive early, since your professor was not the nicest.

‘’I’m not walking fast, you’re too-’’ 

You crashed face front into what felt and smelled like a male body, mid-sentence. You looked back to Jisoo to address her and because you were walking so quickly, this had to happen. 

Looking up you saw a very unamused face. A face you’d never seen before. Shaking your thoughts away, you bowed in apology. ‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.’’

The boy, or should we say giant stared at you with cold and emotionless eyes, not caring what happened. He had his hands in his blue jeans and practically hovered above you.

Quite strangely, you found yourself imagining how it would be if he hovered over you in bed. His eyes staring into yours (as they were) and fucking you until you couldn’t walk anymore. 

When was the last time you had sex?

Looking him up and down, you noticed his big ears, his purple-grayish hear, his kissable lips and his broad body. You definitely had a thing for him. 

‘‘Yo, Y/N! Do you like Chanyeol?’’ You heard Baekhyun say unexpectedly (and, may I add, quite loudly). Oh shit. Not him. 

You cringed because of the sudden voice, the person it was coming from, and the so-very-obvious meaning behind it. Baekhyun was now standing beside so-called Chanyeol. Turning towards Baekhyun you rolled your eyes. 

‘‘Fuck off, Baekhyun. I ran into him, by accident. Go back to your hoes and mind your own business.’‘ 

Baekhyun gasped mockingly and cracked a smile, before grabbing Chanyeol’s shoulder and walking away. The whole time Chanyeol had stood there saying nothing. You wondered who he was and why he was here.

Still gazing after them, Jisoo finally caught up to you. ‘’Did something happen?’’ She panted beside you, holding her stomach. 

You shook your head and took her arm. ‘’No, let’s go. We only have two minutes left.’’

Jisoo groaned in annoyance, and both of you started walking again. This time, in a normal walking pace. Little did Jisoo know, that you were way too distracted to walk fast again. 



Your first week back at university passed quite quickly. You got used to the stressful life of a student again. Everything was back to normal, how it used to be before summer. Visiting lessons you didn’t even cared about, eating the surprisingly good cafeteria food, you kinda missed, and the constant mocking of the people you disliked the most. Before you went to university, you always thought those kind of people only existed in bad teenage movies, but now you’ve experienced them firsthand. 

You and Jisoo were, as always, sitting on the benches in the park behind the university. It was lunchtime, so the park was filled with students who were (not to your liking) extremely loud. But the weather was still nice so it was only expected that it would be that way.

You sighed and leaned back into the bench, closing your eyes and letting the sun wash over your face. ‘’I don’t know why, but I kinda missed university life.’’

Hearing Jisoo shift beside you, you opened your eyes again and smiled, knowing she totally disagreed. Jisoo was one of those people who hated everything that had something to do with studying, school or anything that could potentially stress your brain. 

‘‘I can’t relate,’‘ she said. ‘‘The only good thing is seeing all those hot boys again. You know my family went with me to Japan in summer. We stayed in a fucking grandparents hotel. I was the only young person there!’‘

You laughed, remembering her endless messages over the summer how lonely and bored she was. You also didn’t see a lot of boys during summer, but it wasn’t like you agreed with Jisoo that your university had hot boys. Actually, you exactly knew who she meant by that and you couldn’t agree with it.

Exactly in that moment, the group of boys you both mentioned walked past you. How cliche, don’t you think? Behind them a bunch of girls, as always.

Rolling your eyes, you looked to your side where Jisoo was sitting. She also had noticed the group of boys now standing a little away from you. Both of your eyes first landed on each other and then on the new body who was standing in the group.

‘Quite strange that this Chanyeol dude was somehow accepted at our university to continue his studies in the same year as us and not start fresh,’‘ said Jisoo, while opening a chocolate bar. 

Nodding, you answered, ‘’I asked our TA and he said that he has acceptable grades to do so, but he also added his parents are rather influential.’It must be nice to be rich and have powerful parents, you thought. ‘’But I don’t really care. It seems like he’s friends with the others, so I don’t want to know more about him.’’

Jisoo raised her brow upon hearing this and smirked. ‘’C’mon, Y/N, he’s freaking hot. I can see how you stare at him from time to time in class whenever we see him.’’

Giving her an annoyed look, you packed your lunch and lifted yourself from the bench. ‘’Whatever. As I said, he seems to be like the others, so he probably doesn’t give a fuck about me.’’

Jisoo followed your doings, and joined you in walking back to the university building. While walking pass the boys, your eyes landed on Chanyeol again. Jisoo was right - he was fucking hot and you were feeling bothered when seeing him. 

Chanyeol’s eyes unexpectedly found yours. You were so shocked, you couldn’t look away. It was not the first time, since you met him one week ago, that you noticed him staring at you. His stony, impassive eyes always were boring into you. It was kinda creepy, but you also liked the attention he was giving you.

You looked away, but you could still feel his piercing eyes on your back. The way he looked at you made your whole body shiver, but you never knew if he did it for fun or if he really was interested in you.


This is my first fanfiction kinda story on this blog and it’s super cliche but oh well. This was not requested but our request box is currently empty and i felt like writing so here you go with a super cliche university/fuckboy story with my ult bias chanyeol.                                                                                                         By the way the layout of the story is pretty similiar to @fuckmeupexo admin velvets strories because she’s one of my favourite writers and i get inspired from her alot. Anyway i hope you like it!                                                                       Thank you and love you guys, xx

- admin s. 

me: *wrote a meta about victor a few days ago*

me: *writes another meta about victor fucking immediately*  

me: ok 

I’ve been on a hell of a writing kick lately so here we are. I addressed this sort of in my last post about Victor, but I REALLY want to give it it’s own post so without further ado, let’s get into this.

The topic today is self-worth. Or, how Victor’s and Yuuri’s concept of themselves is the same yet drastically different. 

Yuuri is incredibly easy to address because his expression of anxiety and self doubt is incredibly stark. Also, we get to be privy to his thoughts more than any other character’s, so pretty much everything that directly bothers him we already know about. Yuuri is a perfectionist, he doubts his choices, his abilities, his worth (not just as a skater but as a person), I think he believes himself to be plain and not particularly attractive, but that’s more speculation on my part based on his chronic anxiety. It’s an Anxiety Thing™. 

(If you’d like to see more extensive thoughts and evidence about Yuuri’s anxiety, I wrote a thing here to backup my statements)

Yuuri is also rather expressive, while Victor just, isn’t really. 

Sure, he’s goofy and bubbly, but he hides behind walls of pleasantness and restraint. I’m sure it has to do with media training, considering how long Victor has been in the public eye. 

Anyway. 

What I mean to say here is that Yuuri and Victor experience two different facets of self doubt. Yuuri can’t recognize his abilities, doesn’t believe in his own potential, can’t accept his achievements, etc etc. But I think Victor can do all those things. Victor knows his skills, he knows he’s essentially the best around, he knows he’s attractive and sought after. Victor knows this and can accept it. Victor’s biggest issue is his belief that if he doesn’t keep up a mask, he’s unlovable. 

I think it’s been implied that Victor isn’t close to many people at all. When the video of Yuuri skating his routine went up, Victor seemed to easily jump on the next plane to Japan. He had no qualms and was clearly excited to leave. It’s been suggested in multiple fics (one off the top of my head being pt3 of Even Ice Gods Can Melt…what a fucking amazing little series, please go read it) that the only things in Russia Victor felt truly attached to were Yakov and Makkachin and Victor took Makkachin with him…

He interacts with several people in the skating community friendly enough (Stephane in ep12, those 3 girls in Russia Jackets in ep4), but the only person he seems to be friends with is Chris. They seem to know each other well and clearly get along wonderfully. 

We don’t really see Victor interact closely with others other than Yuuri, Yuri, and Yakov. Yakov seems to be a father figure while I think Victor views Yuri as sort of a younger brother. However, he still runs out of the country, essentially forgetting about Yuri, so there you go. 

Right, so. Victor isn’t close to many people. Humans are social animals, we need to have frequent, positive interaction with others to maintain mental–and, subsequently, physical–health. If you don’t get these interactions, it’s easy to form misconceptions about yourself. Such as, if I can’t get close to or speak to others, there must be something wrong with me, right? Or, no one knows what I’m actually like, and that’s probably for the better. 

Both Yuuri and Victor struggle with the idea of love and support. Yuuri, as he says in ep5, couldn’t feel the love and support around him for a very long time. Victor, as he says in ep12, felt that he had to work completely alone to advance himself. I think this implies that Victor deliberately pushed people away by keeping up this pleasant mask and never allowing them to see in any deeper. 

Yuuri’s distancing is incredibly physical (actually avoiding people, literal pushing, curling up, etc.) while Victor’s is more emotional (he doesn’t physically avoid but exclusively emotionally walls off).

I keep coming back to this mask of publicity pleasantness. It’s what got me thinking about this idea in the first place. In that Victor meta I linked to up there, I talked a bit about the beach scene, among other things. Victor names off a ton of options to gage what Yuuri wants him to be. It doesn’t occur to Victor to be himself until Yuuri asks him to. It doesn’t occur to Victor that he could be desired as himself. 

He has this media image that people are accustomed to: handsome, elegant, playboy, pleasant, a gentleman, etc. This is what Victor is liked for. He probably hasn’t dropped that persona–at least for an extensive amount of time–in front of others for a very long time. It occurs to Victor to be whatever Yuuri would like, and it doesn’t cross his mind that Yuuri just likes him

I love Victor and his character arc so damn much. Really looking forward to this movie–whenever it’s coming out–to see if they look further into this insecure side of Victor. 

(I feel like this post is just me rehashing stuff but like I really adore how Victor is written and idk how to shut up)

Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

Part 1


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It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

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Perfect Family [Batsis]

@hoodminter requested: “Hello, I absolutely love your imagines. Could you do an imagine where you’re Bruce Wayne’s legitimate daughter and when you were younger you would always run up to him and give him a hug when he came back from patrol. as you got older, you grew tired of being his last priority so eventually you start cutting him out of your life and he doesn’t realise until he finds out from one of your brothers that you’re married and have a child”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1690

TAGS: @kiogenic @i-understand-mon-cher @minchen0897 @mama-aqua @glitter–sparkle-shine @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @theamazingrain @batbros-before-hoes @american-assassin-and-superhero @hyp-oh-critical @justpensandpaper @nervouswastelandvoid @kpkarlee

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A giggle left your lips when you were attacked by your child with a hug. “Woah there sweetie, wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now would you?” you teased, picking her up. “Now, how was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Awesome!” she exclaimed happily, waving to one of her newly-made friends along the way, “My teacher is really nice.”

“Really? He seems very nice.” you noted in agreement, “Did you get into trouble?” When your daughter shook her head, you were satisfied. You helped her into the car seat seat then drove off home.

“When is daddy coming home?” [D/N] asked curiously, clearly missing her father. You smiled at her through the rearview mirror.

“He’s coming home tonight honey.” Your smile widened when your daughter’s face lit up.

“Really?!” she gasped, moving excitedly in her seat.

“Really.” you confirmed with a nod, “That means we’ll have a big dinner to welcome him home.”

As soon as you reached your house, you allowed [D/N] to play while you worked on that dinner you told her your family would have. You made sure to make your husband’s favorite, knowing that he would be exhausted. The thought of seeing his face when he walked in the door made you grin to yourself.

The day flew by in a blink of an eye and you hadn’t notice until you heard the door open and close, followed by your daughter’s excited squeal and your husband’s voice which you missed so dearly.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!” [D/N] shouted which was accompanied by a series of loud steps and you knew that your husband was going to get tackled by a very active child.

“Hey [D/N], I missed you.” [H/N] said, giving your daughter kisses all over her face. “How was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Fun! I made friends.” she informed, “You should’ve been there.”

“I know honey, I know,” he said sadly, “but daddy had to work. I’m sorry, I tried to get home as soon as possible.” You heard your daughter ‘hmph’ but her resolve was never strong when it came to her dad.

“I know I can’t possibly make up for missing your first day, but… guess what I got you from Japan?” your husband asked cheekily.

“What? Daddy, what?!” [D/N] demanded. You finished setting up the dinner table and decided to finally go see your husband. You got there just in time to see him giving [D/N] a Snorlax plushie which made her ecstatic. You leaned against the doorframe and took a moment to take in the sight of your family.

Your small, perfect family.

You caught sight of your husband’s eyes and it was like a switch. Love, specially reserved for you, filled them in a heartbeat. “Excuse me princess,” he told your daughter, “but I think mommy deserves some kisses too.” You laughed as he slipped behind his daughter and quickly ran to you, planting a loving kiss on your lips when he made it.

“I missed you.” you whispered. As a humanitarian, your husband often flew to other countries for work. You knew he loved his work and you loved him for it, but he always rushed home because what he loved more than work was his family, especially his little girl.

“I miss you too love.” he responded, kissing your nose.

“Ewww.” [D/N] complained, making you laugh some more.

“Okay prince charming, dinner’s going to get cold.” you warned, ushering them into the dining room. You had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

“Were we… expecting a guest?” [H/N] inquired with a frown.

“No… we weren’t.” you murmured, getting up to see who it was. You opened the door cautiously and your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you.

“Dad?”

“[F/N]… it’s… been a while…” your father, the one and only Bruce Wayne, said with a slight smile.

“It has.” you agreed, but made no attempts to let him in. “It’s late, why are you here?”

Bruce glanced at his feet nervously before answering, “just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.”

“Love, who is it?” [H/N] called, walking into the hallway, but he froze when he saw you with your father. “Oh…” You turned around to glance at [H/N], flashing a gaze that plainly said ‘help me’ and you expected him to help you, but instead, your husband said, “we’re having dinner, why don’t you come in Mr Wayne?”

You sent your husband a look which he returned with that shit-eating smile that made you fall for him.

“Oh… will you be okay with that, [F/N]?” Bruce questioned, knowing fully well of your hostility. You kept staring at your husband, who was pleading for you to let your father in, when you sighed in defeat.

“Yeah,” you muttered reluctantly, “yeah I’m okay with it.”

You stepped aside and allowed your father into your home and your husband, being… your husband, greeted Bruce wholeheartedly.

“It’s an honor to meet you Mr Wayne, I’m [H/N]… [F/N]’s… uh… husband.” [H/N] extended his hand for a handshake which Bruce returned.

“Call me Bruce.” your father stated. [H/N] led Bruce into the dining room and you followed behind while also trying to muster up the courage to sit through a dinner with the father you hadn’t seen face-to-face in five years.

“Daddy, who’s that?” [D/N] asked, staring at Bruce. Your husband ruffled your daughter’s hair affectionately.

“That is your grandpa.” he answered.

“I thought I already had a grandpa.” she said, referring to your husband’s father.

“This is your other grandpa sweetie.” you said quietly. “Dad… this is [D/N], my daughter.”

And after you took a seat, the dinner began.


Your husband’s voice was faint from your position on the couch downstairs. As he was reading bedtime stories to your daughter, you sat in front of your father.

Bruce Wayne had changed over the years. You had always seen him in the media, in magazines and newspapers, but seeing him in person made you realize how much he had aged. He wasn’t young anymore yet he still had a certain strength to him.

“Your daughter looks just like you when you were her age.” he started, his eyes conveying his sadness and regret.

“I didn’t think you’d remember what I looked like.” you responded coldly. “You were always too busy.”

“I know,” Bruce admitted, “and I’m sorry.”

“You’re half a decade too late dad.” you said harshly. “When did you notice that I never visited, that I never called or even tried to communicate with you? When did you notice that I wasn’t there anymore? And when did you realize I had my own family?”

Bruce hesitated to answer which was already enough information for you. “I… Dick told me a month ago…”

You shook your head in disappointment. “And you didn’t even notice before that…”

“I’m sorry [F/N],” Bruce apologized, “I know I disappointed you.”

“Yeah, you did.” you agreed, but when you saw how genuinely miserable your father looked, you calmed down, but that didn’t mean you were through. You were far from through. “You know, I loved you, dad. I loved you so much. I used to… wait for you to come home every night and hug you and I refused to sleep until I get to do so.” A smile ghosted your father’s face as he recalled the memories. “I loved you with all my heart, but you never loved me with all of yours.”

Bruce nodded, accepting your statements as they were true. He didn’t love you enough and he regretted that. All he wished was to be able to turn back time so you were given the love that you deserved.

“I know that I missed your life.” he whispered, “your first concert, your high school graduation, your college graduation and… even your wedding and your child, which I didn’t even know about… I missed so much.” He reached out to hold your hands. “And I know that I can’t do anything to change that. It may seem like a lie coming from me, but I do want to be part of your life, and I understand if it’s a little late but I’d rather start late than not start at all.”

You stayed silent through his entire speech. “What I’m asking you, really, is… give your old man another chance [F/N].” Bruce continued, “I may be the world’s worst father but I still want to be a father.”

You let out a small laugh but the tears in your eyes betrayed the expression you were trying to give off. “You know… you had your entire life to prove yourself and you didn’t. I forgave you time and time and time again and for what?” A few tears fell. “Empty seats at every important moment in my life. Being brushed off when I greet you every time you come back. Being cast aside for my other more talented siblings. I hated that feeling, that feeling of being completely nothing to my own dad. I hated it! So no, I don’t want to give you another chance!”

Bruce nodded sadly. “I understand–”

“But no matter how much I don’t want to give you that chance…” you continued, “a bigger part of me still wants you in my life…” you wiped your eyes as tears began to cascade down your cheeks, “because in the end, I’m still a girl who loves her dad with all her heart, and I can’t bear to lose my dad.”

Your father brought you into his arms and allowed you to cry on his shoulder but the very action only caused you to cry harder because you couldn’t recall a time where he embraced you like this. You felt him kiss your head and stroke your hair like he should’ve done years ago.

And you never wanted to ever let go. You loved that feeling, for it was a feeling that for the first time, your father loved you with all his heart and he wasn’t letting go.

Truth Through The Lies

Come on guys! Why do you keep doing this to yourselves? Every time something new comes out, some in this fandom forget everything else we’ve learned, and have a full fledged freak out. I honestly don’t think the situation is as bad as the narrative leads us to believe.

I have avoided saying this, because it sounds awful, but it’s the truth, so I’m going to say it…The Entertainment Industry, as a whole, but especially the Music Industry turns their artists into professional liars. The Artists don’t lie to us because they want to, they do it because they have to.

Here’s the honest truth. In the Music Industry, the only thing that’s important, even more important than the music, is the narrative and Image of the Artist. The Industry has proven time and time again, that talent isn’t everything. There have been plenty of money made by artists, that in all honesty, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Yet, they become successful money makers, because of the Image and the narrative sold to the public.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Chekhov! I've been working many miles from home for a year now. Before that, I was away from home for school for 5 years. When I started working, it finally hit me that I actually missed the idea of home. My friends, even my family (I have some problems with them, which motivated me to not return, but I still cherish them). I just feel very isolated now. Do you ever feel homesick?

Hey! Thanks for being patient. I know I took a long time to answer this. I was thinking of how to explain it.

My gut reaction was actually to say “No, I’m sorry. I actually don’t ever get homesick.” Because… the truth is, I kind of don’t. I am one of those people that doesn’t… miss people? 

Sounds weird? Yes, maybe. I’m not sure how else to explain it. I am very much a fan of people, in general. And I have many people I love. But I don’t really experience the hallmark version of “homesickness” that I am familiar with. 

HowEVER, upon re-reading your ask, I think I might understand what you’re going through, despite being so negative at the onset. 

Let’s take it from the top.

When I was 10, my mother and I moved from our home country (Russia) to America to live there. It was my first big international flight. It was my first trip to America. I was excited, as only 10 year olds could be, because most 10 year olds lack the necessary foresight to realize what a big fucking change this was going to be. 

It was a fun thing for me.

For about a month.

And then, for the next 3 months it WASN’T fun as the real-world consequences of living 8,784 kilometers away from my grandparents, having to learn English, and going to school with kids who all thought my accent was funny (but not in a good sort of way) all crashed down on me. 

So, in a way, I was homesick.

Ok, I was just… homesick. I came home from school, curled up under my desk and cried. 

Obviously, this did not last forever. Eventually I adjusted. 

But, I think because of my crash-course in separating myself from the experience of bone-crushing isolation, my view of what was “normal” became skewed. For example, I knew (in theory) that it was normal to see your relatives fairly often. However, since we only saw ours every 4-5 years I grew accustomed to just NOT having people I liked in my life. 

(I’m going somewhere with this, I promise, stay with me.)

Anyway, that thing you said… ? About not being on great terms with family? I GET that. I get it HARD. 

When I finally left for college to live alone, it was almost entirely motivated by my desire to escape those issues. To me, being by myself was not a scary adult growing up experience. Running away and being alone was just the most logical solution to the problem. 

At that time, I moved to be about an hour away from my parents. I rarely visited. I felt no desire to. I felt alone, and that was just a relief and nothing short of it. 

In fact, I took this a step above and fled to ANOTHER country, because obviously the entertainment of not being able to speak, read or write the language of the country you’re living in is just irresistible. 

And I thought “damn, I’m a pro at this!” 

I was so used to the concept of being alone and out of my element that honestly, I never even considered it a real problem.

But the fact that I didn’t feel the strain of isolation doesn’t mean it didn’t have an effect on me.

I think I had psyched myself up for being such an untouchable person that I forgot to actually look back and check whether I was as tough as I imagined myself to be.

Because to be honest, yes.

Yes I do get homesick.

And the problem is… I don’t know where ‘home’ is anymore.

And this didn’t start when I got to Japan. I felt this way in America… and I felt this way in Russia, every time I went to visit. There was a tugging sense of not belonging… And the realization, at the same time that, even if I DID go back to the place I wanted to be, I could never feel “at home” there either. 

In fact, I think “homesickness” is not longing for a place as much as a time. 

Maybe we have fond memories of home. The feeling of loneliness is the byproduct of us remembering good things. It’s not something that’s a function of being in a different place as much as it is just a product of… growing up. Changing. Realizing that things are complicated, and wishing to go back to a time when things were LESS complicated. It’s a defense mechanism.

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I think I stopped feeling homesick again when I realized that home will never be a place I can actually go back to - at least, not physically. 

It can only be something that I can go to through a photo album. Or when I’m laying in bed and, thinking, before I open my eyes “that sounds just like our summer house in Siberia…” and feeling my heart jump to my throat right before I force myself to remember I’m not there anymore. Or when I lay back in the grass and look up at the sky so I can’t see the edges and think “I don’t know where I am right now.”

(that’s my grandpa! this is an important photo for me. the feeling of this photo is not something i can feel again if I end up in front of that window. It’s a small fragment of ‘home’ lost in time, untouchable except in my memory.)

I suppose the important thing that I got from all of this (and I’m not saying you have to think about it that way!) is that home is just a place in your mind, and you can visit it whenever you want.

And as for the feelings of loneliness and homesickness? They’re VALID! They’re normal and honestly, you SHOULD feel them! It means you have good, safe memories to go back to. 

Try not to be too hard on yourself. Even if your relationship with your family is complicated, it’s ok to miss them. It’s ok to feel isolated. It’s hella stressful, and you are understandably going through a lot of stuff! 

Whatever happens from now on, you are HERE and you can make NEW memories and make a new home. And maybe sometime down the line, you’ll think back to NOW and think of that as home.

[TRANS] Haru Hana Vol. 41 Issue ‘Interview with NCT 127′

Group Interview

NCT127 who were the last to appear on stage at the 68th ‘Sapporo Snow KPOP Festival’ held on the 12th of February. Because of their Japanese member, Yuta, we were able to hear their stories on their first time in Hokkaido.

Q: What did you do in Sopporo?
Taeyong: We saw the snow and everyone played like kids.
Doyoung: We haven’t seen snow in a while and everywhere we go there’s piled up snow, we played happily. We also wanted to show our fans this scenery, so we took photos and shared them on SNS.

Q: What did you eat?
Mark: Ramen.
Taeyong: Shabu-shabu and sushi.
Yuta: Can I speak Japanese? It was my first time eating miso ramen in Sapporo, it really is delicious, everyone all ate like they were possessed by a hungry demon.

Q: During your concert, Taeyong performed Kotori Yoshino’s gag, who showed it to him?
Yuta: I showed it to him, and he seemed to like it a lot, so he decided to do it once.

Q: Yuta also worked hard to be the MC.
Yuta: Normally it’s hard for me to express my feelings in Korean, but I can freely do so in Japanese, so I want to talk more and interact more, ad libs just comes out.

Q: How did the other members feel after watching Yuta?
Johnny: This was my first time coming to Japan with Yuta, and because he was so used to Korea, I thought he is almost a Korean. But after seeing him in Japan I thought ‘ah, (he’s) Japanese’.
Mark: That’s right, that’s right
Taeyong: He came to Japan and did various things well. (He) organised our food menu as well.
Haechan: When we arrived in Japan and asked about things we didn’t know, Yuta hyung helped us.
Jaehyun: During the show when we were doing the ment, I also asked questions, Yuta hyung overcame it all.

Q: I am going to bring up a unique fashion topic, what kind of style of plain clothes do you like?
Winwin: I like clothes that are clean (bright) and smart.
Doyoung: I like comfortable clothes. Casual clothes.
Taeil: For me, training wear. I really like being comfortable.
Yuta: I like (wearing) entirely black. Or all black.
Jaehyun: I like all kinds of colours. I also like anything monotone, simple but with a point.
Haechan: I like comfortable clothes~
Taeyong: I like baggy clothes. For example, a t-shirt that I have at home for 5 years.
Mark: It differs depending on how I feel. I pick clothes according to how I feel.
Johnny: I also wear clothes depending on how I feel that day, I pick clothes that can express my feelings.

Q: Which member cares about their fashion the most?
Mark: I think it’s Winwin hyung.
Yuta: Isn’t it fashion terrorist Winwin?
Doyoung: It’s high fashion (as in high fashion sense).
Taeil: You will be surprised when you see it.

Q: What goals would you like to achieve in 2017?
Taeyong: We would like to have more activities in Japan, and in Korea of course.
Yuta: There will be a lot of chances this year to come to Japan so please look forward to them.

Solo Interview

Q1:Food I can’t get sick of
Q2:If I could go on a one-day trip without any distance restriction
Q3: Member with who I want to always stay together
Q4: Song that I like
Q5: Praise for another member
Q6: A word for Japanese fans

[ TAEIL ]
A1. Samgyeobsal, Pizza (it has been my favorite food)
A2. Gangwon-do. I want to go to a ski resort for skiing and snowboarding
A3. Johnny. We talk well. Even if I ask strange questions, he answers well. It’s fun.
A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS. The more you listen, the better it becomes
A5. Taeil -> Johnny:  He is calm. He is tall.  Can communicate well with anybody.  Language Skills (English, Korean, Chinese). He is strong. 
A6. Thank you for always giving us your support. From now on we’ll work hard to be able to show you a cool stage and music. NCT fighting!

[ JOHNNY ]
A1. Sandwich. You can eat it wherever and whenever you want, there are a lot of types as well.
A2. I want to sleep on my bed in our house in America.
A3. I like all of the members!!
A4. Coldplay – Yellow
A5. Johnny -> Taeyong: Really handsome. Knows for sure what he is looking for. It’s cute when he tries to look cool.
A6. I wish there were more fan signs where I can meet Japanese fans! Thank you so much for cheering (for us)!

[ TAEYONG ]
A1. Sujebi. I have liked it ever since I was small, and I also like kneading.
A2. Youngsters’ street, Shibuya. I like fashion so I want to see what it’s like.
A3. Yuta. It’s comfortable (with him) because we’ve known each other for so long.
A4. NCT127 Limitless
A5. Taeyong (JT/N I think in the original text, it was misspelled as from Taeil) -> Yuta: a good friend who is joyful, cheerful, righteous, he always does his best, cool and manly
A6. I will always appreciate the interest and affection we get from Japanese fans. I will continue to do my best to make NCT 127 reputable!!! 

[ YUTA ]
A1. Takoyaki. Isn’t Takoyaki the best?
A2. Europe. Italy. The streets are very pretty.
A3. I don’t have one. I don’t want to be together until we are old (I want to be) together with my beautiful wife in the future…
A4. TVXQ sunbaenim’s Begin. I always listen to it when I sleep.
A5. Yuta -> Doyoung: He sings well. I like his voice. Among the member, he is a person who is always stable. (well-controlled and organised) he is the mediator. He can talk about his personal opinions, but also care about his surroundings.
A6. Japanese fans, it’s Yuta! I am always, always thankful for your cheers!! Please continue to look after us!!

[ DOYOUNG ]
A1. Noodle soup (Udon)
A2. Italy
A3. Taeil
A4. NCT127 Switch
A5. Doyoung -> Jaehyun : I can’t choose one because he has so many charms. I just want to point out his ‘Reverse Charm’. He’s both manly and kind! The charm is coming from the gap.
A6. To my fans in Japan, I will cheer you up because your love and encouragement. 

[ JAEHYUN ]
A1. Water. I never get tired of drinking it.
A2. Neptune. I want to go to Neptune as the first person in the world
A3. Winwin.  He’s my friend. I don’t think I’ll get tired of him when we are together
A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS
A5. Jaehyun -> Winwin. Winwin’s is optimistic. He is very innocent but can also be serious at times.  And most of all, he is very, very, very cute. 
A6.  Everyone please love us 'limitlessly’  We (I) will always be grateful.

[ WINWIN ]
A1. Meat (chicken, beef)
A2. I want to go to New Zealand. I like everything about it.
A3. Friend. Jaehyun.
A4. NCT127 Limitless
A5. Winwin -> Mark: I really like his personality. He is always considerate and cute. He’s also good at dancing and rapping. He really, really has a lot of charms. Mark who has limitless charms.
A6. Please continue to cheer for us.

[ MARK ]
A1. Chicken. I can eat many different kinds of chicken.
A2. I would like to walk around the town I lived in Canada one more time.
A3. Winwin hyung. It’s interesting how there’s always a new feeling when being together with him.
A4. Justin Bieber - Love Yourself
A5. Mark -> Haechan: His legs are pretty. His energy is overflowing. He’s good at cooking. He’s not good at listening to me but he’s improving.  His character is completely different from mine so it’s interesting.
A6. To all our Japanese fans~!
This is our first visiting Sapporo. After being welcomed by our pretty Japanese fans, I like Japan even more! I would be very happy if we can visit Japan more frequently from now on. Please anticipate the next time we see each other!!

[ HAECHAN ]  
A1. kimchi
A2. Busan. I want to go to eat sashimi.
A3. Doyoung hyung
A4. Michael Jackson - Billie Jean
A5. Haechan -> Taeil: He’s good at singing. He plays instruments well. He’s fun, kind, and good at sports.
A6. Everyone, I’m so happy!! Thank you!! 

Translation:  Teddy, Rini, Selin  Esmee, Em @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: llla_ittt

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Writing tips - Romance

Hey guys! Grim here.

One of my biggest pet peeves in writing is when a romance is poorly done. Many of you have probably already guessed that given the series that I constantly complain about but refuse to name for plausible deniability when it comes to fans finding my posts or potentially being C&D’d if the author’s legal team finds this blog. I sincerely believe that that could happen given some of the stuff that was said to fans of that series when they made a petition for the author to address some of their reasonable complaints.

So, anyway, here are some tips for writing a healthy, believable romance.

1. Mutual respect.

Your romance isn’t going to work if one of the characters is constantly being patronizing or overprotective of the other. It isn’t cute or endearing. It’s worryingly manipulative and abusive. Not things you want to be commending. 

Build a romance with a basis of respect however, and things are moving quickly in the right direction.

2. Familiarity

Okay, here’s where a bit of science comes in. Your likelihood of falling in love with someone (Propinquity. I am probably spelling that wrong. I took the first spellcheck option. Sounds like “per-pink-quitty”.) rises drastically the more time you spend with someone. This is why co-workers tend to have relationships - they see each other nearly every day. For a romance to blossom, you need a high propinquity and a level of familiarity that allows you to have a comfortable conversation, but not to have devolved into a pair of slippers for the other person. So best friends? Plausible, but they may be too familiar at that point.  

3. Westermark  Effect

Spellcheck does not recognize that, so I apologize if I have garbled the spelling. This is the thing that prevents rampant incest. basically, if you are raised in close proximity to someone else, your brain will trigger feelings of disgust at the thought of an intimate relationship with them. It is still possible, of course, but childhood friends may be prevented from entering a relationship because of this.

4. Stalking is not love

Stalking is not love. Most people will not find this attractive in the least. It is creepy and a violation of many laws. It is a major hint to the stalked person that the stalker is a yandere. A yandere for those who do not know (sounds like “yawn-deh-ree”) is a character who is obsessed with another, and will do anything to obtain attention and love from the object of their affection, including murder. Just look at any Let’s Play of the Yandere Simulator test builds. These characters are dangerous and extremely difficult to write well. 

5. Appeal of the tsundere

I include this because the trend nowadays seems to be for tsundere love interests. Also, it has been proven to work in real life. Basically, a tsundere is a character who has a soft side and a harsh side. The most popular format seems to be for the harsh side to be the public face of the character and the soft side to be brought out by the love interest. 

There are many themed cafes in Japan with tsundere waitstaff. The waiter begins by being standoffish i.e. “Oh, so i have to take your order? Great…”, then gradually becomes more and more affectionate to the customer, ending with something like “Hey, I’m really sorry I was so rude to you. Please come again, I can’t wait to take your order next time!”. Psychologically speaking, this appeals to the side of our brains that crave social acceptance, by starting harsh and ending up sweet, the waitstaff trick you into thinking that you have made progress in your relationship with them, which releases happy chemicals and makes us want to see them again. Now, the love interest probably isn’t out to trick anyone, but the same principle applies. 

Tsundere characters can veer into abusive territory alarmingly fast - just see the Wolf Girl and Black Prince anime/manga series in which the titular Wolf Girl winds up in a relationship with the attractive “Prince” of her school, only to discover he has a black heart and is willing to blackmail her. Extremely polarizing anime/manga, to say the least! If you want to write a good tsundere love interest, be sure to check out the above anime and other works featuring the character archetype. (You can see it for free on Crunchyroll - not advertising there.)  

6. Family matters

Okay, I have seen a certain character in a certain work act like she is in a father/daughter relationship with her love interest, and it is freaky. Like, psychological horror movie stuff. She was being held in a rocking chair, told off like a child, sang to sleep, there was a major age gap, it just screamed “She has serious father issues”. It was not healthy. It was not good. Do not write like that.

If you’re writing scenes that are meant to be sweet or fluffy, always ask yourself: “Is this something I would do/associate with a parental figure?” If the answer is yes, cut it out.

Also, in general there is a clause in both the bro code and the sister code that clearly states “Do not date your best friend’s sibling.” If you know someone for more than twenty-four hours, their siblings are off limits. They can happen, and they can be wonderful, lasting relationships, but consider this: if the relationship goes sour, what happens to that friendship? Just be wary.

If a family member disapproves of a love interest, there is usually a valid reason why. Ditto approval. This is also pretty standard for any relationship. Have your character take the reasons into account and make an informed decision about their relationship. Family and their opinions are important that way. 

If a family member wholeheartedly approves or disapproves of someone though, there may be something strange going on there. Alarm bells about the relationship should start going off in your protagonist’s head. “Why is the love interest so perfect in the family’s minds?” or “Are they involved in something shady that my family doesn’t want to tell me?” are both questions that need to be asked in that case. If someone immediately ingratiates themselves with the in-laws or royally ticks them off the relationship may need to be reconsidered.

7. Forced kisses

Not romantic. These are classed as assault in many countries, in fact. Do not do. In general, have the instigator ask politely the first couple of times, at least until they have been in an established romance for a while. When it comes to stuff more intimate than kissing, always have your characters ask, and be sure not to have a sober character agree to intimacy with a drunk or otherwise impaired character - that is called taking advantage at best. Consent is the most important thing here.  

8. Age gaps

There are a few general rules when it comes to writing romances with an age gap. The most common would probably be the five year and ten year rules. These simply state that the age gap should be no larger than five/ten years. A somewhat newer rule goes like this:

(Older love interest’s age/2) + 7 = minimum age of younger love interest

This prevents anyone younger than fourteen from dating and allows a larger age gap as someone gets older and more emotionally mature. I like this rule, it sets a reasonable limit (after all, a sixty year old dating an eighty year old is way less icky than a twenty year old dating a forty year old despite the same age gap applying) and you can calculate this with the calculator app that comes with most phones/PCs.

9. Double standards

Both partners should be equal in the relationship, and that includes the behavior and standards that they are held up to. Allowing a guy to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Allowing a girl to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Gender should not come into it at all.

10. Writing relationships of a different orientation to your own.

Apart from intimate situations, the relationship should be fundamentally the same as one someone of your orientation would enter into. I need say no more.

11. Asexual relationships.

I’m including this because I myself am asexual, and a friend mistakenly thought that meant I did not want any form of romantic relationship. As I explained to my friend, that is not necessarily true, asexual does not mean quite the same thing as aromantic. Asexual people do exist, though sadly there seems to be many misunderstandings and misconceptions. In general, I would explain an asexual character’s sexuality (or my own) as Asexual, –romantic, be that bi, hetero, homo, or aromantic. 

The only difference between an asexual and a non-asexual person is the lack of interest in sleeping with anyone. They could be just indifferent or actually repulsed by the thought of that kind of intimacy. (I actually upchucked a little when a friend described a sexual situation in a fanfic to me once. To this day i am both surprised and disgusted that they found that in a fanfic. To prevent this being a noodle incident, if you are really curious as to what they described to me, see the scene inside the dude’s head in Judge Dredd. Same thing really.)

Only example of this I’ve found in media would be Shelden Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. I don’t really watch it much, Shelden just stands out and sticks in my head.   

If you want to hint that a character is asexual without outright saying it, have them wear a plain black ring on the middle finger of their right hand.

oOo

Okay, I could ramble on for a while longer, but I’ve been typing this for the past few hours, so I’ll leave it at that.

Hope this was helpful! Have a nice day. :)

Her Secret-Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Sexual implications

Originally posted by hazugcsajoktarsasaga

  “Spence, why are we all here?” Hanna asked. 

  “It can’t be to revisit old times,” I muttered.

  Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, and I were seated at our usual table at the Brew. It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Spencer texted all of us to meet at our old favorite hangout. Even though the cafe was familiar, it was strange to be back since Allison wasn’t around. 

   I got chills just thinking of my dead frenemy. It had been months since her body was found and I still wasn’t over it.

  “Right, we all got texts after the funeral from A, right? Well, I’ve been getting more since,” Spencer said. “How about you guys?”
  Aria hesitated. “Yeah, I have too.”

  “Same,” Emily said.

  “Unfortunately, I have been getting the creep’s texts too,” Hanna said.

  They all turned to look at me and I shrugged.

  “They haven’t bothered me since the funeral,” I muttered before sipping my black coffee.

   “What?” My four friends hissed in unison.

   “How…why?” Emily asked.

   I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess I’m the most innocent out of all of us.”

  At that, all of my friends scoffed and laughed.

  “Yeah, right. I don’t think you have an innocent bone in your body,” Spencer said.

  “You are the same Y/N Y/L/N who took ecstasy at the fall dance, right?” Aria asked.

   “And the same Y/N who snuck into hotel parties and stole free booze,” Emily said.

   “Okay, I get it. I’ve done some scandalous things, but everyone in Rosewood knew about it,” I said with a laugh. “Besides, I’ve changed.  My time in Japan really calmed me down and I learned that there’s more to life than nonstop partying.”

   “We’ll see about that,” Hanna said. “But don’t put the old Y/N away for too long; she’s fun.”

   “She’s also destructive.”

   “But Y/N has a point, maybe A’s leaving her alone because she did everything in the open,” Spencer said.

   “Yeah, well, the rest of us couldn’t exactly be honest about our stuff,” Hanna muttered.

   Even though it was nice not to be harassed by some mysterious freak, I kind of wanted the treatment just so I could be in the same boat as  my friends. I felt bad for not suffering and I was positive that I had done worst things than them when Alison was alive. Some people said that I was worse than her in some aspects. However, I never bullied anyone, I just never really discouraged Allison from doing so.

   Spencer was leading the discussion for a plan when Emily gasped.

   “What?” Aria gasped.

   “Look at who just walked in,” Emily whispered.

    We all turned and time seemed to slow down. Jason Dilaurentis had walked into the Brew and everything seemed to stopped. Patrons stopped their conversations and employees paused from taking orders as they observed Alison’s older brother approach the cashier. Jason didn’t really look at anyone and his expression was grave. I was thankful that he didn’t look at anyone, particularly me, because my heart seemed to stop.

   “He’s back in town?” Aria whispered. “When did that happen?”

   “I don’t know, maybe he came after the funeral. Maybe he couldn’t handle Ali’s…death.” Emily muttered the last word quicker than the rest.

   “He looks good,” Hanna said.

   Spencer, Aria, and Emily shot her a judgmental look.

   “What? He does. Rehab did him well,” Hanna said.

   I wanted to agree with her, I really did, but that would reveal my big secret, the one that none of them knew.

   Suddenly, Jason turned around from making his order and looked right at me. I was paralyzed—-I couldn’t move under his hazel gaze. Our interactions were never so stiff and awkward, they were usually much more natural. I supposed that kind of thing happens when one doesn’t see someone they were involved with for a year.

    Finally, he turned away and began scrolling through his phone.

   “Do you guys think he could be A?” Emily asked.

    “No way. A’s using stuff against us that only Ali would know and she and Jason weren’t exactly close,” Aria said.

    I couldn’t focus on the conversation though, all I could think about was the first time Jason and I started sneaking around.

   It was two summers ago. We were all sleeping over at Alison’s house in her bedroom. Justin Timberlake’s “Summer Love” was blasting in Alison’s room as we played Truth or Dare. Jason and his older friends were having a party downstairs and it was getting wild down there. Me being the daredevil party girl I was, I wanted to join that party more than anything. Besides, it was an excuse to be near Jason. 

   “Spencer, truth or dare?” Aria asked.

   “Truth,” Spencer said.

    We all groaned.

   “Of course you picked truth again,” Alison scoffed.

    Spencer shrugged shyly and Aria tapped her chin in thought.

   “Have you ever cheated in class?” Aria asked.

   “No, never!”
   “Lie!” 

   “She can’t cheat, she’s a Hastings. You’re all weirdly smart,” I said as I grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in Hanna’s lap. 

  “But maybe she was desperate for the perfect grade and was forced to cheat,” Alison argued.

   “That is a good point,” Hanna mumbled.

   “Well, it’s not true. Besides, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Spencer turned to me.

   “This should be good.” Aria leaned forward.

   “Truth or dare?” Spencer asked.

   “Dare.”

   “Ooooh,” Aria, Emily, and Hanna sang.

   “I dare you to steal a bottle of alcohol from the party downstairs,” Spencer said.

   Alison glanced at me. “I don’t know about that…”

   “No. I must complete it because Y/N Y/L/N always completes the dares she’s given.” 

   I maintained a calm composure as I stood and walked out into the hallway. Alison and the rest of the girls followed me to make sure I did it. On the outside, I was relaxed, but on the inside I was terrified. I had never been to a party with people such as Jason’s friends. They were all older and drug and alcohol addicts. But I wanted to impress Jason since I’ve had the biggest crush on him since kindergarten. So, I silently thanked myself for wearing a flattering NWA concert t-shirt with black leggings before traipsing down the stairs and into the chaos.

    There were people making out in plain sight, drinking, and doing drugs off of weird surfaces. Some hard rap song I didn’t know was playing and I was thankful that no one really noticed me as I weaved by people, stepped over bottles, and searched for a full bottle of liquor and Jason. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be in the main area so I moved to the kitchen. It was less populated and I managed to slip past a stoned couple before grabbing for the bottle of whiskey ontop of the fridge.

     “I don’t remember inviting you to the party,” Jason muttered in my ear.

     His voice was hot and made my body tingle every where. Somehow, I managed to remain relaxed as I turned to face him. He was gorgeous with his unruly golden hair, perfect stubble on his sharp jaw, and hazel eyes aimed on me. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans without a shirt. I was able to see his sculpted upper body and all I wanted to do was reach out and touch it.

    “It’s a shame, this party would be much more exciting if I had been invited,” I said.

    “Is that so?”

    “Mmhmm, but your friends seem a little boring any way.”

    Jason smirked and stepped closer towards me. “Really? I think they’re pretty entertaining.” Jason looked me up and down. “So, why did you come down here, Y/N?”
    “I wanted a bottle to take back upstairs to liven up the sleepover. Could you help me with that?”
   “Yeah, if you do me a favor.”

   “What do you want?” 

   “Liven up this party. I know you can dance—you look so sexy when you do. Show my friends a good time.”

    The fact that the object of my affections just called me sexy was still rolling through my mind before the rest of his words hit. He wanted me to dance for him and his friends before I could get alcohol. Some would call it degrading or too much effort to complete a dare, but I didn’t see it that way.

    “Fine.” I walked back into the living room, glancing at the stairs to see Alison, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna peering from the top of the staircase. 

   I winked at them as I approached the coffee table and cleared off the empty beer bottles, drug remnants, and snacks. The people around me jumped up to protest, but I ignored them as I stepped onto the table, right as Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” came on. I smirked and let the rhythm take over, making me swivel my hips, body roll, dip down, and wave my arms around. Jason’s friends—as high or drunk as they were—-cheered as I danced around and began dancing as well. I turned to Jason and saw him staring at me as though I were quarry and he was a hunter. A jolt went through me and I liked it, I liked the feeling of not knowing how he was going to act but knowing he would act.

   In the middle of song, I stopped dancing and walked over to him as though I were in a trance.

   “Pay up, I held up my end,” I said.

   “Of course.” Jason handed me the bottle of rum and I grabbed it. However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “You’ll be seeing more of me later.”

   He released me and I walked back upstairs as though I wasn’t bursting to tell my friends about what happened. Instead, I played it cocky as I waved the bottle around before handing it to Alison. She gave me one of her knowing looks that bugged me before we all headed inside her bedroom.

   “That was so cool,” Aria said.

   “Yeah, I’d never be that bold to do that in front of all those older guys,” Hanna said.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day,” I said.

    “No, you were reckless down there, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you,” Spencer said.

    “Well, nothing did and now we have rum,” Alison said.

    We passed the bottle around so many times that I blacked out. When I came to, the other girls were passed out and I really had to pee. I exited the room as quietly as possible before I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I finished, I began heading back to Alison’s room, still feeling the effects of the rum. Just when I got to Alison’s door, someone grabbed me and yanked me into another room. I yelped but was shushed when I made eye contact with Jason. His eyes were cloudy but he was probably more sober than me.

   “What are you doing?” I whispered.

   “I told you that you’d be seeing more of me later.” Jason closed the gap between us. “It’s later.” 

   The kiss was hot and passionate. No one else had ever kissed me like that so I moaned into it. Jason smirked underneath it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, pulling him closer. We began making out and he gently pushed me onto his bed. Our tongues interlocked several times and I clawed at his hoodie. Jason took it off without breaking the kiss. I rolled him over, pinning him down, and pulled away to take off my shirt. He stared at my naked torso for a while before leaning up and kissing me. He kissed down my neck, making sure to nip and lick down the side, forcing me to try to keep quiet.

    “Shhh, don’t want to wake my sister or your friends,” he whispered.

    With those words, I became stone cold sober. How could I be hooking up with my friend’s brother when she and my other friends are in the next room? I felt dirty and weird and not in the good way.

    “I can’t do this,” I said as I pushed him away.

    “What?”

    “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but you’re Alison’s brother. It’s…it’s too weird.” 

    I tried to get off his lap but Jason pulled me back in. “Why is it weird?”

    “Because I’d be going behind my friend’s back. It’s a girl thing, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

    Jason rolled his eyes. “You don’t even like Alison that much. Besides, we both want this…a lot.”

    Even though my relationship with Alison ran hot or cold, we were still friends and I had to stay loyal. But Jason looked really good and he was doing and saying all the right things. 

    “Yes, but I’m not going to do this with all of them across the hall.”

    “But doesn’t that make this hotter?” He kissed my collarbone. “Knowing we could get caught at any second?”

    “You make a good argument, but I need to get back before anyone notices.” I pried his hands off of me and grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I’m sure you could get plenty of other girls to do this.”

    “I want you.”

    With those three words, Jason Dilaurentis had me. He said them with such sincerity that it shook me to the core. Alison was never that sincere about our relationship, but she would give me hell if she found out about what I was about to do.

   I slipped my shirt back on and walked over to Jason. “Just because we don’t do this now doesn’t mean we couldn’t do it later.” I wrapped my arms around him. “We could keep it between the two of us.”

   “Sneaking around? I like it.” Jason kissed me. 

   “I have to go,” I whispered as I pulled away.

   “I’ll text you.”

   I nodded and when I turned to walk away, Jason smacked my butt. I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him before continuing back to Alison’s room. When I got back into my sleeping bag, I thought that no one had caught me. That was, until I felt the acute sensation of someone watching me.

   Alison.

   “Y/N?” Spencer asked.

    I blinked and looked at her. “Yeah, sorry, what did I miss?” 

    “We wanted some pastries. Could you get them?” Spencer asked.

    “Um, sure, yeah. What do you guys want?” 

     Emily didn’t even finish hers before I stood and made a beeline to the register .The Brew was pretty busy so Jason was still there and I felt hot—-an anxious hot being near him. I thought that I had gotten over him in my time out of the country, but I don’t think that I did. I quickly ordered my friends’ food and had the pleasure of needing to walk past Jason to get to my table. Lucky for me, he looked up just when I was about to start walking. 

    “Y/N,” Jason said.

    “Hi, Jason. It’s good to see that you’re back in town,” I said.

   “Yeah, I wanted to help my mom with some stuff.” Jason looked me over. “You look good…really good.”

   “Thanks, a year in Japan will do that to you.”

   “Oh, I heard about that. How was it?”
    “Therapeutic. I needed it after everything.”

    “Yeah.”

    “You look good, Jason.”

    “Thanks, we should talk some time.”
     “Sure, uh, just text me. The number hasn’t changed.” 

     “Cool.”

      I nodded.

      The awkward air between us made me grit my teeth. Things used to be so organic and natural until the incident. Now, we couldn’t even be cordial to each other in a coffee shop without it feeling foreign. Sometimes, I wish we still had our old arrangement, but it felt good to get rid of the toxicity it brought to my life.

     “Jason!” the barista called.

     “That’s me. I’ll see you around.”
      “Uh huh.”

      Jason grabbed his coffee and left. When I breathed, it felt as though I was releasing a breath that I had been holding for too long. It didn’t help that my friends kept staring from our table. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask me questions when I sat down.

     A few minutes later, when I returned with the sugary treats, I was bombarded with questions.

    “Okay, what was that?” Aria asked.

    “Nothing, we just talked for, like, one second.”

    “More like five minutes,” Spencer said.

    “What did you two talk about?” Hanna asked.

    “Nothing, we just caught up and then he left.”

    “Why was he so engaging with you?” Emily asked.

    “We used to be in the same social circles. I used to run into him all the time at parties. Now, can you enjoy your sugar while we talk about something a little more lighthearted?”

    For the next hour, I got my wish. We talked about everything but stayed away from mentioning Alison, Jason, or A. Unfortunately, Jason stayed in the back of my mind. There was obviously more to him coming back to Rosewood besides helping his mother. Something else made him come back.

    When I got home later, my mother was enraptured by Jeoparady in the living room and my dad was still at work at the law firm. I managed to slip past my mom and go upstairs without her noticing. I slipped off my jacket and slumped onto my bed, exhausted.

    Ding!

    I grabbed my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.

    Nothing worse than a bitch who messes with their best friend’s brother.

    -A

    “And so it begins,” I whispered. 

    A finally had something on me, the question was could I ever reveal my secret to Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna? They hadn’t mentioned theirs so I had until then to figure out how I was going to tell them mine. They were definitely going to judge me because I knew that whatever A had on them wasn’t as seedy as mine. The worst part was that I might still be in love with Jason.

Hey you, buy Dragon’s Dogma on Steam

What the fuck are you doing reading this? Don’t fucking read this, go buy fucking Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen on Steam. It’s 30 bucks right now. Do it.

What? You wanna know why you should buy it?

Fine.

Dragon’s Dogma is one of the best, most exciting games of the last generation. It took an interesting Dark Fantasy setting and let you go apeshit wild in it. Have you ever played another fantasy game where you whacked a giant dragon’s ankles with your sword until he fell over? Did you wonder why you could only wail on his knees instead of jumping on his back and stabbing his eyes out? Well Dragon’s Dogma had the same thought and said, “You know what? Fuck it, why wouldn’t you just climb that fucker?” And you CAN.

You can climb up a cyclops’ back and stab his eye out. You can ride a griffin into the air, cut its wings off mid-flight and crash-land that fucker into the dirt. You can cut off a hydra’s head, watch it grow back, and then cut it off again with FIRE and stop it from happening again. YOU CAN PICK UP YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS AND ALLIES AND THROW THEM INTO THE SEA FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN SHITS AND GIGGLES!

I hear you say, “How’s the story though? I look for story in my Action-RPGs!” Well hold on to your butts, because this game got hella story. It’s got the most metal fucking opening to any game I’ve seen in decades. It’s a tale of love, loss, revenge, and fucking COJONES. You get your heart ripped out by a dragon and fucking SURVIVE. All he’s got to say to you? “Come at me bro, if you want your fucking strawberry tart back.”

“But what about the art? I can’t enjoy a game unless it’s pretty!” Well first of all, that’s very close-minded, but YES THIS GAME IS PURTY AS FUCK. This game’s art and setting is like that of the air-brushed panel van your weird uncle still owns in 2016. Your favorite metal album cover comes to life every time you turn this shit on!

“Okay, it’s got a cool setting and story. Can I make my own character? I’ve always wanted to make myse-” I’M GLAD YOU ASKED! The character creator in this game is supes deep! You want to play an 8-foot-tall amazon with a mohawk and ocular heterochromia? YOU CAN! You want to play a 12-year-old boy with no hair who’s also RIPPED AS FUCK? YOU CAN! You want to play a withered old woman who single-handedly destroys her enemies with a zweihander? YOU CAN! THE SHEER RANGE OF BODY TYPES AND PHYSICAL FEATURES IS THE NUMBER 1 CAUSE OF LOSING HOURS IN THIS CHARACTER CREATOR.

“Okay, so you’re already headed towards clas-” SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S CLASS TIME NOW! You want warriors? Done. Rogue? Done. Wizard? Done.

“But those are typica-” THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY? You can go those routes but hodamn you can cross class motherfucker! Wanna be a sword-and-board assassin? Done. A Magick Archer (magick with a K because IT’S FUCKING METAL)? Done. A Wizard-paladin with maces and tower-shields? Done! The classes are so unique and fun to play there’s not a one that’s dull if you ask me.

“But what about romance!”

I’m glad you asked, straw-man reader. Have you ever found an NPC in an RPG that stole your heart? Not like the dragon does, but like, uh… metaph- fuck it, you know what I mean. Yes? Well this game let’s you make nice with and romance any named NPC. ANY NAMED NPC. The merchant? Banged. The captain of the foreign legion looking to prove herself? Woo’d. The fucking masked sailor moon villain? Fucked. The little girl you meet? Fuckin’ slow down there Jared Fogle… how did you even get internet access in prison? Anyways, it don’t matter your gender neither, fuck who you want to fuck, friend.

If you’re still not convinced, if you read all this and think I’m just all hype and no substance, then you can go fuck yourse- I mean, you can see for yourself.

I’m currently playing this game on the youtubes. Watch me play it. Watch me enjoy myself. Listen to me gush about how much I love this game, because I truly, truly do. If you like what you see, and you’ve got the means, please buy it. This game was criminally overlooked when it came out and it deserves so much better than it got. If enough people buy it, maybe we’ll get another one, eh? One that’s not Japan only.

Watch me play it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4OyvxEzC9A