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help you forget.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

derek hale x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, some dirty talk, oral. (male receiving)

prompt: you’re pining over scott while derek pines over you. he helps you forget scott in his own way.

AN: let’s just pretend derek is still in teen wolf and he never lost his alpha title.  i’m such a sucker for alpha hale right now. 

beacon hills was a beautiful town, strange but beautiful none the less. you’d lived here your whole life, fortunately you’d managed to go most of your life without knowing what truly lurked in the dark but in the end, you were exposed to it all and fighting things nightmares were made of was a daily occurrence now.

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Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

Neither Innocent Nor Guilty

Pairing: Wonho x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings(?): rough sex, semi-public, hair pulling

Summary: Lawyer!AU ~ In which you triumph over the infamously powerful prosecutor, Shin Hoseok, in court, so he finds another way to get what he wants in the courthouse bathroom.

[disclaimer] All of my knowledge about courtroom/legal procedure is wholly derived from my love of legal dramas and shouldn’t be taken as factual, lol.

“Isn’t it true you killed your son, Ms. Choi? You were angry that he planned to abandon you for the woman you had strongly opposed, tainting the family reputation you hold so dearly to yourself. He was going to ruin everything for you, wasn’t he? He was going to ruin that crystalline reputation you had spent so many years perfecting for the public, had spent and sacrificed so much to preserve, and he was going to throw it all away, am I right?”

The mousy woman in front of you wailed, face contorting and twitching in anger and indignation. Tears spilled out of her swollen eyes . “I WOULD NE-”

You continued relentlessly, raising your voice to be heard over hers. “And so you carefully plotted his death, didn’t you, Ms. Choi? You were so driven by your anger that you felt the only way to resolve it was to kill him yourself and to pin it on your maid-”

“OBJECTION!” The tall, broad-shouldered prosecutor shot upwards from his seat, eyes blazing as he stared incredulously at you, fists slamming into his table. “HEARSAY!”

“-AND YOU POISONED YOUR OWN SON, YOUR VERY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD, THE CHILD YOU RAISED WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR 20 YEARS AND 5 MONTHS, WAS IT, MS. CHOI, AND YOU USED THOSE SAME HANDS THAT CODDLED AND FED HIM, SHAPED HIM INTO THE PROMISING, KIND YOUNG MAN HE WAS, TO POUR THAT ARSENIC INTO HIS VERY LAST MEAL, THAT LAST MEAL THAT HE ATE HAPPILY AND INNOCENTLY, FULLY BELIEVING IT WAS PREPARED BY A MOTHER THAT LOVED HIM.” You were shouting now, passion boiling in your veins as you rained the onslaught of attacks on her as she sobbed messily into her hands. The jury gaped at the scene with a unanimously shared look of muted horror.

“OBJE-”

“I heard you the first time, Mr. Shin.” The judge silenced him with an abysmal wave of his hand. The prosecutor snapped his mouth shut in anger, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched it. “Overruled. Ms. (Y/L/N) elicits a crucial development that is integral the proceedings of this court. As for you, Ms. (Y/L/N), I would thank you restrain yourself and to get to your point.”

You nodded tightly, shooting a defiant half-smile at the prosecutor, stomach flipping as you watched his eyes darken. “You fed your son a meal laced with arsenic with your own blood-covered hands as he looked on at you with nothing but love and ignorance. You watched the bright light fade from his eyes as he convulsed on your living room floor, and now you sit here, still refusing to take responsibility for your abhorrent actions. Instead you choose to not just end one life, but even more. Instead, you place the blame on the maid who has been employed by your family for a decade, the maid who is a single mother with 3 young children that depend on her for their living. So, I’ll ask you one more time, Mrs. Choi. Isn’t it true that you killed your son?”

The prosecutor had his fists balled at his sides, muscles coiling under the fabric of his tight fitting suit, his full lips drawn straight in a tight line. You did your best not to think of those hands on you, pinning you against a table. Your thoughts were scattered and incoherent under his gaze. He stared at you intently, wondering exactly who this new lawyer was that had broken his reputation as the shark of the prosecutors. It was guaranteed, or at least it had been before you, that the defendant would be jailed whenever they were pitted against him. He’d never seen anyone or anything like you before, so terrifying and formidable in the courtroom. Not to mention how perfectly your pencil skirt hugged every curve on your body, how your blouse enunciated the curve of your chest and highlighted the graceful curve of your neck. A match for him. More than that, even. When your tongue had darted out to wet your bottom lip as you concentrated on your papers, he had practically dropped all his papers, only barely playing it off as a slip of his fingers.

You did your best to ignore his burning eyes, focusing instead on the disheveled woman in front of you.

“I-I-I only wanted to protect him,” she gasped brokenly, entire body shaking in the effort to speak clearly. “I wanted to protect my h-husband. He killed my son,” she slurred, “he killed him.”

The jury inhaled sharply at her confession, a cacophony of murmurs breaking out in the group.

You released a small breath of relief, turning to give your client a warm smile. She had collapsed against her chair in disbelief, tears of joy welling in her large eyes as she returned it.

#

The jury barely needed any time to converge, returning after only a few minutes. Despite your confidence in your argument, you found your leg bouncing nervously, jostling your robes. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously, wanting nothing more than for the judge to hurry up and call the case.

“Nervous?” mouthed the prosecutor across the room, cocky smile twisting his full lips.

You tried to ignore how his broad chest pulled the fabric of his suit tight across his body, clinging to every muscle, outlining his godly figure. How was it even legal that someone like him was a prosecutor? You could feel the weight of his gaze on your body, burning and heavy, and you suddenly felt as if your mouth was very, very, dry. All you could do was scoff and turn to face pointedly away from him.

The corner of his mouth lifted as if he knew what you were thinking. Cocky bastard.

Both of you straightened as the judge cleared his throat. “Members of the jury, have you reached a verdict?”

The jury spokesman stood hastily, dotting the sweat beading at the edges of his receding hairline. “Y-yes, your honor.”

The judge glanced upwards. “Members of the jury, on the Case of Korea v. Park, what you say?”

“Your honor, the members of this Jury unanimously find the defendant NOT GUILTY of first degree murder.”

You let out a loud breath, lungs burning, but it was drowned out by the appreciative cries of your client as she threw her arms around you, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she shouted, voice muffled by your hair. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She repeated it over and over again like a mantra, no amount of words able to truly encapsulate the euphoric feeling. She hugged you one last time before running out of the courtroom, undoubtedly to tell her family the good news.

Despite having won your first big case, your thoughts kept wandering back to that sinfully attractive cocky prosecutor; you kept thinking about those long fingers digging into your hair, those full lips pressed against your throat, and that tousled mess of hair that you wanted nothing more than you thread your fingers through while pulling him closer, deeper into your body. “Agh,” you hissed to yourself, fingernails digging into your palm as you walked down the hall. You could feel your cheeks reddening. Couldn’t you have been attracted to anyone else? You reached up and pulled your hair out of the restraining bun so it cascaded down around your shoulders.

“Good,” a voice behind you said, “it looks better down.”

You whirled in surprise. Speak of the fucking devil. There he was, godly proportions, signature arrogant smirk and all, right in front of you. Why do bad things happen to good people? “Shouldn’t you be off somewhere mourning the case you just lost?” you asked, trying to ignore the insidious thoughts invading your mind as you drank in his appearance. He was even more attractive up close like this, the musky scent of his cologne filling your senses.

His eyes darkened slightly, smile a bit more wolfish. “Beginner’s luck.”

Anger sparked in the pit of your stomach, burning from the inside. “Or was it your incompetency as a prosecutor?” you asked lightly, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. “It seemed that way when I destroyed your argument in court.”

He growled, low in his throat at this response, eyes glinting. “Destroyed? I don’t remember that happening when I refuted the majority of your claims. Call it…” he paused, pretending to think, “a happy coincidence?” 

Your blood boiled at his arrogant smile, crimson tinting your vision as he flashed that infuriating smile at you as he crossed his muscular arms across his chest. “A happy coincidence? When your arrogant, entitled ass couldn’t even figure out the simple, underlying story of who killed whom? It was a simple case, prosecutor. Some shallow black and white case college students are given to analyze. Yet you still lost, unanimously.”

His eyes flashed darkly, and you knew you had gotten under his skin. “Who are you, Ms. Public Defender?” He stepped forward, voice low. You refused to step back, eyes trained on his. “I’d never lost a case before.” Another step forward. “Until you.” The smell of his cologne was all around you now, your thoughts clouding. You were close enough to grab the lapels of his tailored suit, if you wanted to, and you wanted nothing more than to rip it off his body, immediately.

You had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him now, his frame taking up most of your view. You were glad there wasn’t anyone in the hall anymore. You wrapped a hand around his tie and yanked him forward, teeth grazing his ear. “Don’t take what I’m about to do the wrong way, prosecutor,” you hissed, spitting his title as if it were a curse. Then you pushed him back, your eyes drifting down to his full, soft lips as blood roared in your ears.

He blinked, a small smile crawling along his lips. “Take what the wrong wa-”

And then you were kissing him, furiously taking out all the anger you had bottled up in court when he refuted nearly all of your claims out on his lips now, nipping at his full bottom lip. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, you thought, your hand reaching up to fist in the fabric covering his chest. When he began to say something, you took advantage of his open mouth, sweet peppermint breath mixing with yours, and slipped your tongue in to tangle with his, teasing him until he began to reciprocate with just as much fervor.

When you finally broke the kiss he was panting and breathless, pupils blown with lust. Just as you began to step back, his arm caught you behind your back, pulling you into his chest. His lips, swollen from your violent kiss, grazed your ear. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since you first stepped into the courtroom,” he growled, jaw clenched in restraint. “Don’t continue to do this to me unless you want the consequences.”

You could feel his bulge through the layers of clothing, throbbing against you. There wasn’t anything you wanted more. “Bathroom. Now.”

He didn’t hesitate, lifting you immediately and crashing through the doors of the bathroom, setting you harshly down on the cool marble of the counter. You pulled him in for another passionate kiss, heels digging into his back to push him closer into you, his bulge pushing deliciously into your crotch as your hands pushed his jacket off of his broad shoulders. An inferno grew in the pit of your stomach, growing uncomfortably warm, heat rushing down in between your legs. He moaned into your mouth, fingers gripping the edges of your blouse and ripping it open. The buttons flew and pinged against the floor but you had no patience to even complain.

“Hoseok,” he groaned in between needy, sloppy kisses against your jaw, your neck, “my name is Shin Hoseok.”

You pushed him backwards and slid off the counter, turning him with you so that your places were reversed, his back to the counter, and you dropped to your knees. “(Y/N),” you replied breathlessly as your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt, fingers grazing down his broad chest to the defined ridges of his abs. He shuddered under your touch, fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tightly his knuckles whitened. You fumbled with his belt for a second, and he let out a noise of impatience that traveled straight down to your core. Finally, you got that damned belt off of him and hurriedly yanked his pants down with his boxers, which pooled around his ankles.

He was big. Much bigger than you had expected. It sprang loose from the confines of his boxers and he hissed from the sudden feeling of cool air. Tentatively, you took him in your hand, your thumb and middle finger only barely able to touch one another. He bucked against your hand, groaning as he threw his head back. You looked up at him through your lashes. His head was thrown back, neck muscle tense and jaw clenched tightly, fingers digging into the counter as he swelled in your hand. You hadn’t even done anything yet. You licked a long, experimental stripe from the base to the tip, lapping up the beads of precum that had gathered there, tonguing at the slit. He tasted salty, a distinct edge to him that you had never tasted before. You licked another long stripe, from his balls to the tip.

Fuck,” he hissed darkly, hips canting. You hummed against him, licking and teasing, working your way up and down the curve of his thick cock, until finally he couldn’t take anymore, his fingers fisting almost painfully into your hair. “Did you forget how to suck cock, (Y/N)?” he asked, pressing the tip against your swollen, glistening lips. “I can remind you.”

You smirked, satisfied with his response, and opened your mouth wide to take him into your throat, sucking him down deep. You looked up at him with wide eyes, fingernails digging into the skin of his muscular thigh with each downward suck, your cheeks hollowing. A string of curses fell from his mouth as he watched you, your full, glistening, ruby red lips wrapped tight around him as you sucked obediently. His fingers threading their way into your hair so he could guide your head as you bobbed.

But you were still going too shallowly. He fingers tightened in your hair and shoved himself as far back into your throat as he could. You choked at the sudden intrusion, air escaping your lungs as he forced your head all the way down, groaning loudly. You moaned as the tip hit the back of your throat and gaggedas you relaxed your throat so he could slam you back down again to the base.

“Shit, you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he groaned, as you took him in again and again, your cheeks flushed pink, drool and precum dripping down out of the edges of your mouth as he fucked your face. The lewd sounds of him sliding in and out of your mouth echoed in the empty bathroom. “Just like that,” he hissed, hips bucking as you hummed against him, “so fucking good for me.” Just as you began to feel as if your throat could take no more abuse, Hoseok released you. You pulled off with a wet pop, breathless and wrecked.

A shiver of pleasure worked down to his groin upon seeing you like this, your clothes torn and ruined, lips swollen, hair mussed, with drool and his precum leaking from the corners of your mouth. “As much as I would like to finish in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he yanked you up and bent you over the counter, switching positions again, “I know how much you must want me to fuck you.”

You could only let out a coarse mewl in agreement, pushing your hips outwards desperately.

He pushed your pencil skirt upwards and yanked your panties down impatiently. You let out a heady moan in response, wanting nothing more that for him to be fucking you until you forgot your name. He positioned himself at your dripping core, barely pushing the tip in. You cried out in abject frustration.

“Tsk, tsk, so wet already?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he leaned close, his muscled chest pressing against your bare back. “Who knew you would be so submissive to me?”

You almost cried in desperation from the lack of anything. “Please,” you begged hoarsely, “please.”

Hoseok nipped at your shoulder, chills erupting every place his full lips ghosted over. “Please what?” he murmured, pushing half an inch deeper.

You moaned at the feeling of being spread so infinitesimally wider, juices pooling between your legs, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. “Please fuck me already, Hoseok, fuck me!” you gasped, in almost a sob of sheer frustration.

He plunged his full length into you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his large size. You swallowed a sharp cry of pain at the sudden fullness. The euphoric feeling of being so completely filled overrode all your other senses. He pistoned into you relentlessly, every thrust rocking you against the counter, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “God, you’re so unbelievably tight,” he snarled, his hips smacking into yours with force that had you screwing your eyes shut, mouth gaping in a silent cry of ecstasy. Hoseok shoved three of his fingers into your mouth and you sucked on them gratefully, as they were the only things keeping you from screaming.

“What?” he growled, watching him fuck into you in the reflection of the mirror, your chin against your chest as your breasts bounced with each one of his deep thrusts. “Are you afraid someone will hear us? Someone will hear you mewling for me, begging for me to fuck you?” He continued to pound into you, almost animalistically, feeding the growing inferno flaming in the deep pit of your stomach, growing almost unbearably hot. “But you want to get caught, don’t you, (Y/N)? You want people to see you getting fucked like this in public, don’t you?”

He rolled his hips into yours deliciously. You felt delirious, only capable of moaning incoherently as you watched him fuck you. He was right, the high chance of the two of you getting caught and the thought that everyone could hear you only served to increase your arousal. As one of your hands drifted down to your clit, he grabbed it and pinned it behind you. “Only I am allowed to make you cum. Don’t touch yourself.” He pressed his cheeck agaisnt the side of your head, still maintaing eye contact with you in the mirror as he rammed himself into you, over and over. “I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty little ass since the second you stepped into the courtroom,” he rasped, “with that tight little skirt teasing me.”

You could only gasp as he continued to push into you, impossibly faster.

“I couldn’t even focus on my arguments, thinking about how pretty your pink mouth would look like wrapped tight around my cock.” He groaned lowly at his own words, sending vibrations throughout your entire body.

“Deeper, Hoseok, harder!” You were wrecked, your hair tousled, your cheeked pressed against the countertop as you arched your back for him to hit even deeper inside of you.

“Fuck,” he managed, snapping his hips. He pressed into the small of your back, forcing you to arch even further.

He hit a place in you that caused black to dance in your vision, sight blurring in front of you. “FUCK! HOSEOK!” You were sure the whole courthouse could hear you now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Found it,” he whispered. Hoseok repeatedly thrusted into the same place, over and over, and you felt the telltale prickles of your orgasm building, the coil in your stomach tightening even more.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” you cried, “harder, harder!” Hoseok released the hand he had pinned behind your back to grab onto your hips, lifting you and slamming you back down on him with every thrust. Low groans rumbled from his chest at every noise you made. You ruined him. He lost focus every time you clenched around him, desperately trying to milk out his orgasm.

Hoseok fisted a hand into your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to look at your reflection. You barely recognized yourself in the mirror, eyes rolling back into your head in pleasure, drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. Hoseok caught your eyes in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you,” he snarled, his face next to yours in the reflection, hips slamming against yours and muscular chest pressed flush against your back as he fucked into you. A thin sheen of sweat covered his god-like body, jaw clenching in concentration as he buried himself into you again and again, never breaking eye contact with you the mirror. “You like watching me fuck you, (Y/N)?” He pulled your head to the side and sucked gently on the sensitive skin on your throat, causing chills to travel down your entire body and your knees to buckle.

“Hoseok-” you managed through breathy moans and gasps as you approached your high, “Hoseok, I’m going to come.”

Another wave of heat shot straight down to his groin upon hearing you say those words, your voice so breathy and needy for him. He reached down with one arm to rub circles on that sensitive nub. You cried out, your hand reaching up to dig into his muscular forearm, fingernails pressing in so deeply the nearly broke the skin.

“Scream my name,” he demanded, his own rhythm faltering as he neared his own orgasm, “I want to hear you.”

You screamed, white exploding in your vision as the coil in the pit of your stomach unraveled completely, pleasure igniting every nerve in your body, your entire body writhing in absolute euphoric satisfaction. “HOSEOK!” It was the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced, rocketing throughout your entire body in waves. Your finger nails dug so deeply into his forearm you drew blood. You don’t know how many times you screamed his name.

Hoseok stiffened behind you, body going taut like a bow as he released his heat into you, yanking your hips flush against his as he came. Ribbon after ribbon of his cum filled you and leaked out of your abused hole as he thrusted shallowly to ride out the rest of his orgasm. He groaned your name into your ear, dark and sexy. It sounded so right coming from him in that deep purr, claiming you as his.  

You remained trembling against the cold surface of the countertop for a few seconds before regaining any of your senses. The bathroom was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths. Hoseok pulled out slowly. You heard him step away and reach to the side to pull out a wad of paper towels to soak up the cum dripping down your thighs.

His fingers were so gentle now. He was slow and careful, fingers trailing softly against the places where his hands had gripped you so tightly you bruised.

“I’ve got it,” you whispered, even though you wanted him to continue. You pushed yourself up from the counter as he stepped back.

The two of you redressed in a comfortable silence. Hoseok leaned back against the countertop as he buttoned his shirt and folded the cuffs back, a teasing smile on his lips.

You tried to ignore that flashing bright smile, sure that so many other girls had seen it before, instead busying yourself with the your ruined blouse. “Ah,” you whispered to yourself as you fumbled, “there’s really nothing I can do about these buttons…” You sighed, glancing at what remained of your blouse’s buttons scattered haphazardly around the floor. “You owe me a new shirt.” You glared pointedly at Hoseok, who choked out a surprised laugh.

He pushed away from the counter, reaching out to pull you in close again. All the breath escaped your lungs as he draped his suit jacket around you, buttoning it up slowly, his head bowing above yours as he fastened each button. “There,” he said, satisfied.

“Thanks,” you muttered drily, “but it doesn’t make up for a blouse.”

Hoseok laughed again, a sweet, gentle sound that contrasted so greatly with the rough sex you had just had. “Ok, Ms. Public Defender, I promise I will next time.”

Next time?  Your chest constricted at his words. But before you could open your mouth to make a snappy response, he cut you off.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I guess I ‘took this the wrong way’.” His words may have simulated an apology, but there was nothing apologetic about his blinding smile. “Let’s not meet again like this. I want a date instead. How about I pick you up at 7 tomorrow, from where ever it is you live.”

You responded before you even realized. “8, and I’m going to your place.”

Hoseok’s grin widened. “See you in court.”

A/N: Forgive me, lord, for I have sinned. Requests for all groups are currently open! Feel free to drop a request (or just say hi!)

I’ve found that the best way to turn around a bad day is to go for a little walk around the block.

Or, you know, you can be sad and ugly cry into a box of Kleenex while eating spoonfuls of peanut butter and watching The Bachelor. That works too.

The Innsmouth Look, as described by H.P.Lovecraft:

There certainly is a strange kind of streak in the Innsmouth folks today—I don’t know how to explain it, but it sort of makes you crawl. You’ll notice a little in Sargent if you take his bus. Some of ’em have queer narrow heads with flat noses and bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to shut, and their skin ain’t quite right. Rough and scabby, and the sides of their necks are all shrivelled or creased up. Get bald, too, very young. The older fellows look the worst—fact is, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen a very old chap of that kind. Guess they must die of looking in the glass!“ -some racist old dude

When the driver came out of the store I looked at him more carefully and tried to determine the source of my evil impression. He was a thin, stoop-shouldered man not much under six feet tall, dressed in shabby blue civilian clothes and wearing a frayed grey golf cap. His age was perhaps thirty-five, but the odd, deep creases in the sides of his neck made him seem older when one did not study his dull, expressionless face. He had a narrow head, bulging, watery blue eyes that seemed never to wink, a flat nose, a receding forehead and chin, and singularly undeveloped ears. His long, thick lip and coarse-pored, greyish cheeks seemed almost beardless except for some sparse yellow hairs that straggled and curled in irregular patches; and in places the surface seemed queerly irregular, as if peeling from some cutaneous disease. His hands were large and heavily veined, and had a very unusual greyish-blue tinge. The fingers were strikingly short in proportion to the rest of the structure, and seemed to have a tendency to curl closely into the huge palm. As he walked toward the bus I observed his peculiarly shambling gait and saw that his feet were inordinately immense. The more I studied them the more I wondered how he could buy any shoes to fit them…   As I looked at him I saw that the back of his head was almost as hairless as his face, having only a few straggling yellow strands upon a grey scabrous surface.“ -the racist protagonist of the story

Now, take a look at:

Narrow head: impossible to determine due to art style

Flat nose: ✔️

Bulgy, stary eyes that never seem to blink: ✔️

Scaly skin: ❌

Thin, stoop-shouldered: ✔️

Gills: ❌

Dull, expressionless face: ✔️

Underdeveloped ears: impossible to determine due to mysterious hair

Large hands, tendency for fingers to curl toward palm: ✔️

Huge feet: ✔️

Bald/patchy, scraggly hair: ❌❌

Now, it’s well known that the Innsmouth look develops over the course of a person’s life, with young children looking entirely human and adults showing the full list of features and then becoming full Deep Ones. So let’s look at the family:


Youngest daughter, totally human within standard anime margins. Younger brother, slightly less froggy than Tsuyu. Mother, extremely froggy except for the hair (might have quirk similar to her daughter, or might wear a wig), conceals her webbed fingers and claws with adorable long sleeved sweater. Father, literally just a deep one in slacks and tie.

Theory:

Tsu-chan is not in fact a human with the [frog-form] quirk. Rather, she is a deep one (or rather hybrid), with the [mysterious hair] quirk. Following the appearance of quirks in the majority of the human population, the deep ones were no longer confined to isolated fishing villages out of fear of oppression under humanity, because even their oldest and most developed representatives could suddenly pass as humans with a Quirk. Tsuyu grew up in a world where humans and fish fiends could live together in peace all around the world, and vowed to protect it as a hero so that her people would never again suffer the horrors she’s heard in her parents’ stories (like the massacre at Devil’s Reef). And since a good hero never reveals all of her tricks, she has progressed thus far using only the natural abilities she inherited from Mother Hydra and Father Dagon; the true powers of her [Mysterious Hair] remain concealed.

Battambang - Cambodia

Battambang is the second most populous city in Cambodia. It is a popular tourist destination due to the nearby ancient temples, Buddhist shrines, and the famous bamboo railway. 

Some of the more famous temples include Wat Banan and Wat Baydamram. Wat Banan has drawn comparisons to Angkor Wat, and sits atop a hill, nearby to the Sanker river. Wat Baydamram is a temple that houses thousands of bats, that are under the protection of the local Buddhist monks. 

Tim Drake and his Soulmate AU

•For a couple years Tim didn’t think that soulmates were actually true.

•As far as he knew Bruce never had one and his older brothers haven’t gotten any signs of a soulmate either.

•So when smudged letters appeared on his arm saying, “Remember to do that thing.”

•He thought that he wrote on himself and completely ignored it.

•It wasn’t until he was out in the night of Gotham fighting criminals that it clicked.

•He didn’t write that.

•That was his soulmate.

•He could give you messages when writing on his skin.

•This got Tim all freaked out and he got a hard punch in the jaw when he zoned out.

•Back at the Batcave everyone could tell something was off about Tim.

•Tim got all nervous, should he write back? Is this how it works?

•He was visibly pale and quickly retreated up to his room after he finished his usual routine.

•Tim looked at his arm again and another text was written on his palm in tiny letters.

•"Chem. is boring" it said with little doodles of circles.

•Tim picked up a pen and wrote, “Chemistry isn’t that bad.”

•What seemed like hours but was only a couple minutes more text appeared.

•"Oh geez, my soulmate writing back in my Chemistry class is not how I imagined.“

•"Well what did you imagine.”

•"Hm, I’m not too sure… like at home where I didn’t publicly embarrass myself by falling off my chair.“

•That made Tim laugh.

•"Haha, I’m sorry about that. You’re alright though?”

•"Yep, you seem like a gentleman.“

•"I like to think that I am.”

•"So did I interrupt you when I wrote on your arm?“

•"A little, I kind of got punched.”

•"Punched!? Are you in a fight club or something?“

•"Something like that.”

•"Sorry about the punch, be safe in your fight club. I have a test I’m going to ace rn, see you soon the future love of my life.“

•Tim had the cheesiest smile on his face from talking to you.

•You seemed so laid back and calm, he’s not usually good at conversation, but with you it seemed natural.

•Although he did look a bit weird when Alfred came to check up on him and he had black pen all over his body.

•Eventually the news broke around the manor that Tim found his soulmate.

•Dick was thrilled, he wanted to know everything.

•Damian couldn’t understand how someone was destined for Tim.

•And Jason just gave a assuredly pat on the back with a thumbs up.

•For a while he always wrote to you after his patrol.

•He got to know that your name was Y/N and he learned about all your hobbies and interests.

•By 2 weeks you two practically knew (almost) everything about each other.

•You found out that your soulmate was Tim Drake by a different way.

•Tim was caught writing on his hand during a meeting and speculations were formed during a news casting.

•So you wrote on his hand "Hey, if I wrote on your forehead would the whole world see it on tv?”

•You saw Tim laugh on camera, but tried to stifle it as he wrote back “Yes, I guess you know who I am?”

•"Tim, they’re playing your meeting on my tv right now.“

•It was out on a random walk to a cafe that you saw Tim for the first time.

•You passed by one of Bruce Wayne’s many buildings and stopped for a bit thinking about if Tim was there.

•You wrote a little message on your palm for him before walking away.

•Tim felt a tingle in his palm and looked to see your handwriting.

•However, it caught his attention that a person 15 floors down was writing on their palm before walking away.

•He realized that it was you.

•Dropping everything he ran down the flight of stairs and at amazing speed managed to catch up to you.

•He tripped a bit and ran into you near the end.

•Looking behind you to see if that person was ok you realized that it was Tim.

•"You could’ve just wrote something and I’ve would’ve stopped” you said with a smile.

•Tim nervously chuckled before getting up,“ I guess I kind of forgot about that. I saw you and I just… all I thought about was seeing you, nothing else.”

[LYRICS] I Believe by Rap Monster

Korean

I believe in me i believe in myself
시간이 흘러도 i’ll be livin’ in myself
Believe my faith believe my rap
I believe my damn voice will one day be spread
내 꿈 내 존재 자체를 의심한 적은 있어도
내 목소리만큼은 의심한 적이 없어 so real
내 세상에선 내가 신이야 that not a deal
등수로 따지면 I’m 1
How you feel babe 넌 너가 너의 주인임을 믿어?
잘 맞춰주고 있어 이성과 감성의 시소?
모두 되고 싶어하지 스스로의 리더
허나 스스롤 믿어야 하지 스스로의 리던
안 좋은 생각과 비관적 합리화는 미원
그게 맞는 것 같겠지만 너의 진짜 맛을 지워
우린 밖을 보는 데에만 너무 익숙해
내 안에 은하수가 있는데
내가 어디 있어도 무엇을 하더라도
I believe I believe
내가 어디 있어도 내가 나를 지켜줘
I believe I believe

You know i believe in love, believe in hope
believe in thoughts that i got while i be livin this life
livin this stuff like breathin
나도 가끔 혼란이 와 나란 놈은 무엇인가
때론 참 천사 같기도 악마 같기도 하지만
모든 것은 양립해. positive와 negativity
세상과 날 이끄는 건 결국 그 두 놈의 시너지
존재에 관한 모든 방황, 가끔 당황
스러울 정도로 허한 순간들조차 이젠 사랑스럽지
대체 무엇이 맞는지 틀린 지 헷갈릴 때면
무엇이 날 또 살고 싶게 하나 think about
바로 이 muzik, passion, 저 밖의 아름다운 곳들과 fashion
어른인 척 하는 위스키 uh mom you kiss me
너도 널 기대 쉴 수 있는 의미를 만들길
모두 죽음을 향해 다 다른 듯 같은 길
어차피 우린 전부 시간의 손바닥 위에서
(Keep walkin’) 난 날 잊기보단 믿겠어

내가 어디 있어도 무엇을 하더라도
I believe I believe
내가 어디 있어도 내가 나를 지켜줘
I believe I believe

자기 꿈은 안 믿어도 남이 꾸라는 꿈이라면 다 믿어
책과 TV, 인터넷 기사에선 개나 소나 리더 리더
머리 아닌 가슴을 따라가 아 쉽게 말하는 게 아니고
어차피 그 쪽이 니 심장과 더 가까우니까
얼굴은 가릴 수 있어도 심장박동은 숨길 수 없지
You can hide your face boy but you can’t hide your heartbeat
It’s one life to live and one heart to give
Who the fuck ya want to be? got no life to miss

내가 어디 있어도 무엇을 하더라도
I believe I believe
내가 어디 있어도 내가 나를 지켜줘
I believe I believe

내가 어디 있어도 무엇을 하더라도
I believe I believe
내가 어디 있어도 내가 나를 지켜줘
I believe I believe

English

I believe in me I believe in myself
Even if time passes I’ll be livin’ in myself
Believe my faith believe my rap
I believe my damn voice will one day be spread
Even though I’d doubted my dreams, myself
I’ve never once doubted my voice, so real
In my world, I’m a god, that’s not a deal
If we go back rank, I’m 1
How you feel babe, do you believe in your own ownership?
Are you balancing well the see-saw of rationality and sensibility?
Everyone wants to become their own leader
But you have to believe in yourself to become your own leader
Bad thoughts and pessimistic rationalization is MSG
It might seem to be right but it erases your true taste
We’re so used to just looking out at the world
Even though I have a galaxy within me
Wherever I am, whatever I do
I believe I believe
Wherever I am, I look out for myself
I believe I believe

You know I believe in love, believe in hope
Believe in thoughts that i got while i be living this life
Livin this stuff like breathin
Sometimes I get confused too, about who I am
Sometimes I feel like an angel and sometimes like a devil
But everything coexists. Positive and negativity
What leads the world and me is ultimately the synergy of those two
All the wandering, searching for identity, sometimes confused
Those moments that were so empty they were almost confusing, are now lovable
When you get confused about what what’s right or wrong
Think about what makes you want to live
This muzik, passion, all the beautiful places out there, and fashion
Whisky that pretends to be mature uh mom you kiss me
I hope you, too, make a meaning that you can lean and rest on
All these roads that seem the same yet different all lead to death
At the end of the day, we’re all just on top of time’s palm
(Keep walking’) I’d rather believe in myself than forget

Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing
I believe I believe
Wherever I am, I protect myself
I believe I believe

Even if people don’t believe in their own dreams, when others tell them to dream something, they all believe it
In books, on TV, or internet, any dog or cow is leader leader
I’m not lightly saying to follow your chest instead of your head
Since it’s closer to your heart anyway
Even though you can hide your face, you can’t hide your heartbeat
You can hide your face boy but you can’t hide your heartbeat
It’s one life to live and one heart to give
Who the fuck ya want to be? Got no life to miss

Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing
I believe I believe
Wherever I am, I protect myself
I believe I believe

Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing
I believe I believe
Wherever I am, I protect myself
I believe I believe

Trans cr; Jessie / Spot checks by; Yein @ bts-trans
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Meet Me in the Hallway

Pairing: Tom Holland x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Based off Meet Me in the Hallway by Harry Styles

Notes/Warnings: This is my favorite song off the album. I love Harry Styles. He owns my ass. Also this might be the only imagine I have that isn’t a happy ending?? ANGSTY SORRY. Bye.


I struggled to catch my breath while leaning against the door I’d just shut. The walls were closing in – I locked the door behind me and reached for the back of my sweatshirt, pulling it off; I hadn’t even noticed my shirt clung to the material of the sweater, leaving the top half of myself bare. It feels like I’m drowning, the clothes I was wearing were clinging to my body and shrinking against my skin. I remembered that the sweatshirt was his. I could feel my stomach turn at the realization that something that was one of my biggest comforts was now making me feel like I was being suffocated. I jumped at the sudden fist on the door – the noise made me want to crawl into myself, but I settled for the bed instead.

“Please, please don’t do this. Please, let me in.” I could feel myself shaking – it wasn’t him. It wasn’t who I wanted him to be. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent from the pillow, the scent he’d left here just the night before. I couldn’t stomach it anymore – he couldn’t bring me comfort. Not anymore.

Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?

The sound of his voice, pleading with me – begging for me – made my skin crawl. I tried to imagine myself being transported somewhere else. But, thinking of me being somewhere else just reminded me I was here. I was here. I wanted to be numb, please, I begged, to whoever would listen to me, please just make me not feel.

“I can explain – just open the door.” You don’t have to, I wanted to say. What were we? We weren’t anything. He told me he loved me – but, he didn’t have to. He’d only ever said it when he was hovering over me, the sweat collecting on his forehead with his eyes screwed shut while my praise for him was falling past my lips and through thick air. He wasn’t mine. I always knew in the back of my head he’d never be. I’d never be his. I just hoped he never believed that – the way I’d never believed it.

His fist knocked on the door again, softer. I could feel the energy being drained from the both of us – sooner or later he’d get tired of trying to beat the door down. He’d get tired of fighting.

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

“I’m not leaving.” I barely heard him. My face was still against another pillow. When I heard his voice, I didn’t hear what he was saying. I heard a name that wasn’t mine and I heard names he said he’d only ever called me. Is that what I thought made me special? “I’m going to be here, in the middle of this hallway. Waiting.” I shook my head against the pillow. “We can fix this,” his voice dropped to a whisper, his body slumping against the door with a soft thud, “we’ll get through this. We’ll work through this. We’ll work it out.” I shook my head again – I couldn’t tell if I was saying no to him or if I was trying to convince myself to stay on the bed.

“Tom,” I gasped at the sound of my voice – the way his name sounded. I hadn’t said it out loud since I got home; I had said it a few hours ago, but it only reached just below a whisper, so low that he hadn’t even heard it. He didn’t hear me walk in and say his name – begging him to stop.

“Yes?” I bit my lip, bringing my hands to my eyes and rubbing at them roughly, trying to stop the tears from coming down. Stop fucking crying. I shook my head to myself, feeling myself slip further away. “Please, darling. Please, just talk to me.”

“I’m not yours.” It wasn’t what I expected I was going to say, but it was what I needed to say – for me. For myself. My sanity.

“I – What? Yes, you are. You always have been.” I shook my head, laughing lightly as my hands left my face, letting myself cry. It wasn’t like I had succeeded in stopping it. “Just—just open the door.” I didn’t say anything. I walked around the room and collected the things I had collected from our friendship through the years.

“Remember when we went to Disneyland? Haz was trying to set us up – he made it look like we were going as a group, then the group left us to hangout on our own?” I picked up the matching pins he’d bought for us at the end of the day. The bottlecap pin with Carl from UP. He had Ellie’s – he always told me that it was because he was taking me on adventures I couldn’t go on whenever he had press tours. Like Ellie couldn’t go on anymore in the movie.

“Yeah, it was our first date. But, we decided to stay friends. We were both too busy.” You were too busy, I wanted to say. I decided against it. I kept the pin in my closed palm and walked off toward the end of my desk, picking up a letter I had pinned on the side of it.

“Remember the letter you wrote me when you went back home on break?” My fingers ran over the words, they were barely legible. I’d cried over the letter whenever I’d missed him, for the past two years.

“Yeah – it was the first time I’d felt homesick. I wasn’t with you.” I smiled, despite the tears on my face. Don’t feel anything, I reminded myself.

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
‘Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away

“I remember the first time you kissed me.” I whispered – I didn’t know if he heard me, but I kept talking. “You stayed over – we had one night before you left for three months. Which was how long we would be without each other–”

“It was the longest we’d ever been apart.” I nodded to myself. He could hear me.

“You stayed over,” I could feel my throat closing again, and I could hear how desperate I’d sounded trying not to choke on my words, “you kissed me before you walked out. You told me you couldn’t live without me.” I was crying again, and anyone could hear me. I hoped he heard how broken I was because of him. “You came back three months later and you slept with me. It was the first time you said you loved me. It was the first time you lied to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you.” I laughed lightly at that, jumping when his fist pounded against the door again. “I didn’t lie to you. I love you.” I folded the pin in the letter he’d written me, stuffing both into the pocket of the sweatshirt of his I was wearing. I pulled my shirt back on, walking over to the door. “I love you.” He kept repeating it. I didn’t know if he was trying to convince me or himself.

But I couldn’t feel it anymore. I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

I sighed, opening the door. Tom looked at me, his eyes scanning my face. I didn’t say anything – I looked at him too. I’ve always loved looking at him. For as long as I could remember, as long as I’d known him. Except this time, it felt different—it felt final.

“Babe—”

“Here,” I said, handing him the sweater. He closed his mouth, looking at me confused. “You should check the pockets. When you get home.”

“W-wait, what? We have to talk about this.” I shook my head, moving to close the door. “Please—”

“I don’t want to feel this anymore. I can’t afford to feel like this. To feel everything. I really want you to just go home.”

“I can’t go home without you.” I laughed lightly, moving to close the door again.

“You looked pretty comfortable when I saw you there a couple of hours ago.” Without another word, I shut the door. I’d left him in the hallway, but I couldn’t feel guilty. He’d left me in the hallway waiting for him because he knew I’d always knock on the door. We were both always waiting for the other, when we should’ve been meeting each other, instead.

Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2