Idk if can even request this but could you do Jaemin for the first kiss series soon? Sorry you can’t it’s cool!
IDK IF THIS IS HELLA RUDE TO SAY OR REQUEST BUT I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE ALL OF THE FIRST KISS SERIES AND HOW YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MAKE JAEMIN’S SOKN BECAUSE YOU KNOW JAEMIN BUT I DONT MEAN TO COME ACROSS AS PUSHY OR ANYTHING, JUST A SUGGESTION. SORRY
Thank you for requesting! I really hope you like this because I think it’s the best one I’ve written in the series :’-) good writing is very rare for me so I’m just uysaibhdisbidhsa - anyway enjoy! Also this was written for @jaeminnana and @jaeminniemouse because well, it’s obvious lmao 💕
this gif literally fits in so perfectly with this scenario like ???? you will see what I mean when you read it my heART
So your first kiss with Jaemin would literally be your first kiss ever
And you weren’t even dating at the time
He was just your childhood friend, who had grown from the awkward and shy child he was to this confident and handsome teenager
Although you were complete polar opposites, you remained close friends throughout those changing years
And although, Jaemin had become a guy who was easily irritable and a little bit too cocky for his own good, you couldn’t help but fall for him
Of course you’d never tell him this though, god no
He already had a line of girls falling at his feet and swooning at the fact he was an idol and a student, and you weren’t intending on joining that queue any time soon
Little did you know that Jaemin felt the same way
Unable to resist your awkwardness and easily flustered self, he only just managed to keep his feelings in check and only admire you from afar
You never realised how he stared at you whenever you spoke, or always slid his arm around your waist whilst you were walking, nor did you notice how he always spoke to you in a sweet and calm voice (even when he was teasing you) unlike how he usually spoke to everyone else
It definitely came as a shock to him when he suddenly blurted out one day: “Jaemin, how are you supposed to kiss someone? Can you show me?”
The question was innocent and laced with the obliviousness of affection for you, but to Jaemin, who literally choked when you said this, it came as a huge shock to him
You were both both studying at his house, sitting quietly next to one another as you tried to revise for your upcoming test
For a while now, your mind had been occupied with thoughts of only Jaemin
Maybe it was just teenage hormones or maybe it was just you realising how much you really really like Jaemin,
But your heart couldn’t help but flutter every time he said your name or smiled at you
Having little experience in love or relationships would be something Jaemin always teased you about and would jokingly use it against you too
But his heart would melt at your question
He’d internally coo and sigh, cursing the universe for making you so adorable and innocent and yet still having the ability to make him feel all kinds of things in just a few words
Gulping, he leaned back of his chair looking at you seriously with an eyebrow raised
“Uhmmm, Y/N, shouldn’t you be asking someone else that? Like, I dunno, one of your girlfriends?”
“What? No! I’m not kissing them!”
Your eyes widened slightly, and you gasped at what you had just said
You had basically just asked him to help you by showing you - in literal terms too
Jaemin would chuckle at you, grabbing your hands and giving them a shake as if he was trying to get you back to normal
“Oh, c'mon Y/N. Not having your first kiss yet, it’s not that big of a deal. Let’s-let’s just carry on with this work yeah?”
He’d smiled at you sympathetically
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help you, to be honest he had always wanted to kiss you
But that was exactly the problem - because he wanted to kiss you anyway, he didn’t want to change things between you or make things awkward
You eyes dropped and you forced a smile, blushing with embarrassment for being turned down
Even if he wasn’t going to show you, you really wanted to be told how to do it
“Please Jaemin? I don’t want to embarrass myself when I actually kiss someone I like, I just need some tips….”
Your voice started to get quieter and you cursed yourself for thinking that he’d agree and saying something as bold and weird as that
Watching as your shoulders slouched and your mouth twitched, a sign of yours he had noticed that you’d do whenever you were uncomfortable, Jaemin frowned, feeling a little awkward and guilty at your state
Quietly you’d hear a sigh and “fine then” and see him jokingly roll his eyes
Almost immediately you sat up straight a smile on your face, thankful that he had changed him mind
“So the first thing you need to know about kissing, is that you only do it when you’re married and in love okay?” - Jaemin & a slap from you
“Jaemin!” “Sorry, sorry okay!”
He’d turn his chair to face you onwards, gesturing that you do the same, and then moving closer to yours and pulling your chair between his legs slightly, so you were closer to him that you were expecting
In his head, he’s literally yodelling screaming with joy and his heart is racing, but on the outside, he looks chill af
You on the other hand, are doing a cRAP job at hiding your nervousness - you’re sweating and panting and red as hell
“I don’t really know how to explain this but…look I’ll just show you and you, you can see, yeah?”
His voice is low and deep, as he laces one of his hands with yours rubbing your fingers with his thumb warmly
Not trusting your voice to speak for you, you nod cutely, smiling at him fondly
His hand still laced with your fingers, he strokes your cheek with a finger
His fingers trailing fire over your too-sensitive skin, tracing the line of your jaw and the hypersensitive place by your ear
He bent closer to you, now close enough that you could feel him shaking a little bit as if he wasn’t sure if you would change your mind or push him away
But he didn’t realise how caught up you were in the moment
Giving you a shy smile, he untangles his hand from yours and slides his arm down to the small of your back and pulling you closer to him
When you made no sign to discourage him, he chuckled whispering “just enjoy this, yeah?”
You could feel his breath on your cheek and your eyelids fluttered closed at their own accord, as he closed the gap
His lips began a gentle exploration of your mouth, peppering soft kisses at each corner
“Relax - I don’t bite, Y/N”, he caresses the side of your face to get you to soften your jaw
Uncertain of what to do, but fully aware of how amazing it felt to have him kiss you, you unclenched your teeth and began kissing him back
You didn’t really know what to do or how to kiss him back well, but you could feel the sparkles in the pit of your stomach and firecrackers exploded behind your closed eyes
A hand cradled your head in just the right position to deepen the kiss, the kiss now turning from a short peck to show you how to kiss to a deeper, more meaningful kiss
His lips briefly left from yours to start their own sweet explore, touching the curve of your jaw and the Collins of your neck
Jaemin’s lips were warm and soft but he soon broke the kiss, pecking you once more before leaning back at grinning widely at you
Both of his hands grab your hands and he plays with your fingers shyly, avoiding your gaze and smiling to himself
Your cheeks are burning, eyes wide in shock and you bite your lip trying to hold back from saying something stupid and potentially ruining things
“I-I really liked that Y/N”
A silence feel between you two, both your minds occupied with thoughts of one another
Eventually he looks up at you and smiles again, a hopeful glint in his eyes
“I’ve waited a long time to do that to you, Y/N. I hope you realised that”
“Wait, really? You have?”
“Mhmm…do you uhmmm- feel the same way perhaps"
He laughs awkwardly, his gaze avoiding yours again but then immediately returns when you simply say "yes”, a bold side coming from you
A smile stretches across is face and he claps his hands in joy before reaching out to squeeze your cheeks and coo at you
“Oh yes! You’re so cute Y/N! Ooo wait, here have another kiss!”
Jaemin leans back in again, kissing you on your cheek to which you flushed deeply at and giggled
And that was basically how Jaemin had grown from the awkward and shy child he was, to this confident and handsome teenager, and now to your idol and utterly charming boyfriend
This was so cute to write omg I think I may have just swerved myself into Jaemin’s lane lmao join me in hell guys
this title has like .5% of anything to do with this fic but i don’t know if i’ll ever have another omega-centric fic and i’m not one to let titles pass me by so here you go bby
Warning: PTSD behaviours, panic attack and
what if you were an omega that has come to beacon hills and Derek oddly has a sweet spot for you. Only problem is you’ve been through hell and is very flinchy and scared all the time. (Can be whatever you think fits best) I dont know if this is good, but if I’m not gonna write it might as well ask someone who can
“You obviously like
her.” Scott sighs, watching as Lydia holds a purple dress up to you.
“I- What? I’ve never
liked- I’ve never liked anyone in my life!” Derek scoffs, gaping comically and
Peter huffs a soft chuckle.
“I can attest to
You peek over your
shoulder at the three of them, a small smile on your lips and Derek feigns a
Holding your ground,
you pressed your lips together hard and watched the alpha circle you. You
couldn’t help quaking just the minutest bit with every step he took.
Bowing your head, you
stared hard at his feet, trying to pretend that there weren’t four others in
the clearing with you.
“What’s your name?”
The alpha demands and you take a slow, steadying breath.
“Y/N.” Your voice
doesn’t waver and it fills you with a flimsy confidence. You might by as jumpy
as a doe in hunting season, but you’ve always had a steady voice in the worst
“What’re you doing in
our territory, Y/N?” The alpha stops circling and instead stands above you like
a god. Your skin crawls.
The others around him
step up beside him, nearly even with him and while it’s unusual, you’re not
about to question this hierarchy.
“I’m an omega, I only
do one thing.” You snip, clenching your teeth once the words are past your
lips. Bracing for a blow, you try not to quiver as the moment drags.
“That’s fair.” The
alpha seems to chuckle and it makes your insides curdle. Exhaling a breath
through your teeth, you let your eyes flicker to the men and women around him,
but it doesn’t help. “Are you looking for sanctuary or passage?”
One of his people
grunts, or snorts, and you shiver at the sound. The brush behind you shakes and
you nearly trip in your tiny jump forward.
“Check it out.” The
alpha orders and one of them peels away, the girl, and he exhales a sigh.
“You’re welcome to remain in our territory for as long as you need, I don’t
expect you’ll hang around long.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
You gasp, letting your gaze flicker to where his heart rests.
“None of my pack will
harm you while you’re here. What’s the word…” He’s telling the truth and you
don’t even notice the soft answer from his side and the short jokes between him
and whoever answered him.
“Look! A squirrel.”
The woman calls, throwing a bloody little mass of fur between you and the alpha
and your fingers twitch. You want it. So badly, you’re so bad at catching
anything to eat.
“What the f- Dammit,
Malia.” The Alpha snaps, taking a few steps back and your hand snatches forward
and you hold the squirrel in a tight grip.
“Is this for real?”
“Why is she…? Wait,
“Tell her she can’t
“Why, she wants it?”
diseased, tell her she can’t have it.” The insistence of the voice worries you.
Maybe he wants the squirrel, and you’d have to give it up.
“Drop it.” The Alpha
orders and your fingers release the bloody morsel automatically and you hear
one of the three relax. Your gaze doesn’t move from the wasted meal. In the
dirt, discarded. “We’ll feed you.”
The red-haired girl
gazes at you curiously. Malia sits across the room, watching you pityingly. The
Alpha consults with the Insistent Voice from earlier and the human.
“What was your name
again?” The red-haired girl asks and you stare at her for a second, stock still
before you chew fast and swallow hard.
“Y/N.” You answer,
ducking your chin and filling your mouth with another forkful of the fried
“Has anyone told you
who we are?” She asks and you shake your head once, not looking up. She’s high
ranked, with how disregards the Alphas presence. Even Malia, who was in the
field at his side, gravitates around him.
“I’m Lydia.” She
says, ducking some and forcing you to meet her eyes. “The other girl over there
is Malia, and the human over there’s name is Stiles.”
You track the people
as she says their names, watching as they individually look up at the sound of
their name before avoiding your gaze.
“Beside Malia sits
Isaac, and on the couches are Liam, a Beta and Mason, the human.” She
continues and you inhale a long breath, your head tilting as you take in the
boy beside the human. His cheeks flush and his body tilts toward Mason as if
for a shield. “Beside Mason is Cory, a Chameleon.”
You blink at the
rarity owlishly. You’d never met one but your mom had told you legends of them
and where they sat on the fence. They might not have danced along it like
Banshees, but they sat on it, their legs swinging over the side of the living.
The subtle opposite of the Wild Hunt.
You’d loved her
legends of the realm of the living dead. Banshees who were queens of an entire
hidden world. Hell hounds who ran into a battle like an avenging knight and
walked out of a pile of corpses and back to their waiting Banshee.
When she’d spoken of
the dead realm, it’d always put chills down your spine but you couldn’t deny
But in all the
legends, nothing was clearer than that the Banshees were rulers, above Alphas,
the Wild Hunt, the Hellhounds and any other creature that faced against them.
“Those two girls are
Kira and Allison. Allison is another human, from a Hunter family-” You flinch
violently before you can brace and Lydias words die on her lips. You want her
to continue, but you’ve made it weird and your throat is getting tight.
Setting down your
fork, your eyes go to the closest exit.
“And by our Alpha
over there is Derek Hale.” She continues hurriedly and your racing heartbeat
slows. That’s a name.
A huge name.
Your eyes slide over
the dark-haired man, the insistent voice, and he stares right back at you. You
remember your mother making jokes about betrothing you to “the little Hale
prince”. She made the joke so often, for a while you thought it was a fact,
that he was a prince and you’d become a princess.
Instead, your world
had come crashing down with a rogue alpha and a pack of hunters that’d been
“Scott is our Alpha.
A true alpha.” Lydia continues, though your gaze hasn’t broken from Dereks
until the words work themselves into your brain. Suffused with amazement, your
gaze clashes with the Alphas and the kindness in his eyes drains the blood from
“Nice to meet you,
Y/N.” Scott smiles and you drop your gaze. Shovelling in another mouthful of
food, you chew fast.
“She needs new
clothes, any unperishable food she can carry, new shoes and either a haircut or
a hairbrush.” Derek says, drawing Scotts attention, and yours right along with
“Sure, sure. What
“I can’t remember, we
just need it fast. I remember Mom didn’t meet many omegas, the territory had
too much status, but mostly, they were gone before she could help them.” Derek
continues, the stench of grief wafting from his pores. You feel your own rise
up to meet it and his gaze flickers to you curiously.
“You’ll look so
pretty, you just have to wear this.” Lydia fusses about you, throwing the dress
in her hands onto the couch and picking the brush back up. Your new haircut had
your hair much shorter and there were no knots anymore.
You squeak softly as
she roughly tears the brush through a knot. Maybe a few domestic knots, the
kind of knots of a pack wolf.
Across the room Derek
is scowling at Scott and Peter. His ears are a soft pink and you feel a surge
of affection for him.
“Derek.” You say,
glad when the three of them look up. Beckoning the wolf to your side, the other
two share a look and smile that doesn’t make much sense. “I’m confused about
what is happening tonight?”
Lydia pauses in brushing
your hair and she shares a look with Derek. They think something wrong,
obviously. You’re rescuing him from his family.
“We’re all just going
to a club because Malia bullied everyone else into a night of dancing.”
A growl sounds across
the room and you feel yourself go still, your gaze boring into Dereks eyes.
The quick movement of
his hand has you flinching, even though you don’t feel threatened by him. His
eyes cloud over, and you let your gaze drop to the hand that had just flipped
over. You stare at the palm before you, watching him slide it toward you.
Lifting your own
hand, you hesitantly set it in his and he exhales a relief filled breath.
“You’ll be safe,
we’ll all be right there and if you want to leave at any time, I hope you’ll
come to me before any of the others. Any reason to cut tonight short.” He
grumbles playfully and you nod, letting a smile twitch at your lips.
“I’ll find you.”
“Let’s get you
dressed.” Lydia says, pulling your hand from Dereks and snatching up the dress.
You don’t look back as you follow her, the muscles in your shoulder tight and
ready if someone tries to jump you from behind.
The music is twenty
shades of too much, to say the least.
You’d been groped, in
turn nearly revealed your supernatural secret, whisked from the dancefloor,
plied with bitter alcohol that did nothing for you and all night you’d been
ducking left and right from imaginary foes.
You’re safe, you’ve
been told, assured and promised that you’re safe but your body just can’t
compute and every time someone throws their arms in the air you’re filled with
Dereks arm rests over
your shoulders and you’re tucked tight into his side.
You feel bad, you’re
cramping his style and ruining his fun night but every time you try to move, he
gives you half a glare and you sigh and lean back into him.
“We can leave in half
an hour.” Derek whispers to you, the words flimsy compared to the thumping beat
and you’re glad of your werewolf ears.
Scott shoots him a
look from across the table and Derek smirks at the young alpha.
“We don’t have to go,
I don’t want to ruin your night.” You whisper back and he laughs, sighing
lazily as he presses his forehead to yours. His breath runs over your lips and
you force yourself not to tilt your face and bridge the tiny gap that separates
You’re torn up inside
and you can’t let anyone love you until you’re better, it’s just better that
rumbles, his expression lazy and sleepy. He looks warm, rumpled and comfy and
you ache to do just as he says.
“I- I can’t, I need
to get the- thing.” You say, instead darting around the back of the couch, only
to scream as he captures you and pulls you over the back and into his arms.
Your heart races a mile a second and you feel your muscles lock up.
It’s Derek, you know
it’s Derek, but you can’t physically see him and your brain feels like it’s
going to explode.
“Y/N, inhale.” Derek
orders softly, adjusting your paired positions so his eyes fill your gaze and
you feel yourself hiccup on nothing, panic filling you the more you try to
inhale. His warm palm settles over your mouth, stilling you and you blink at
him. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry.”
His palm leaves your
lips and you inhale a short breath, the panic leeching from your skin.
“I shouldn’t have
done that, I didn’t think, I’m so sorry.” He says, his worry stark in his
expression and you nod. You’re not going to say it was okay, it wasn’t.
“I accept your
apology.” You say, the words even and devoid of emotion and a smile twitches
“Thank you. I’m still
sorry.” He agrees, raising his hand slowly enough for you to stop him, before
he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear. When he doesn’t make a move to
remove his hand, you sigh and he presses his forehead to yours.
Love, want and
affection fill the air, spiced with touches of need and regret.
You’re dizzy on the
scent and your eyes fall closed to breath in the sweet smell.
“I’m sick.” You say
before he can make a move and he nods a little, your head moving with the
movement. “I want to get better.”
“I know.” He answers,
a smile in his voice and it makes you pause.
“You’re- You know and
“I’ve been there and I
get it, I’ll be whatever you need when you need it. We all will.” He promises
and you feel the wound up feeling in your chest unravel, your body melting
against his and the couch back. “You have a home here, you have a home with
excuse my awkward randomized capitalization of the wolf terms (idk, honestly)
also excuse any mistakes and ugly bits that’re in there- soz
Canon. Post 699. The blank period. SFW. Pretty fluffy (a rarity in my writing).
Notes: Things weren’t as they were before, that much was obvious.
Since returning to Konoha, Sakura had acted peculiarly around him. It was flustered and awkward, and with one too many nervous smiles and jokes that were not funny.
But this, this was the peak.
Sasuke glanced around her and saw no one - no Naruto controlling her through some bizarre jutsu, no Ino whom may have pushed her into alcohol in the early afternoon - just Sakura, bowed deeply in the doorway of his temporary apartment.
“What are you doing?” He asked, unable to keep the confusion from his tone. The boy watched as she sighed beneath her breath from her bowed position, before gritting her teeth momentarily, and repeating:
“My name is Haruno Sakura, nice to meet you,”
“Have you been concussed?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in scrutiny.
can i ask how much is too much titty cause i kind of want breast reduction but it scares me and i dont even know if my tittys are to big lmao
for me, too much tity was a 34D6 (so a 34G or H depending on the manufacturer). My neck, shoulders, and back hurt a lot. I was at a point where even wearing a proper fitting bra didn’t help. Swimsuits were $$$$. Nearly 1 year post-op I’m now 34D-DD and way more comfortable.
Every individual is different, so too much for one person could be ok on another person. If you think it’s too much, it very well could be.
right, this was a dream i had, i dont know why. i’m clearly not over 3b yet… it might be awful but i’m not a pro, im just trying to recreate my dream. i’ve changed some bits to fit in the timeline of the show, sort of?
Stiles had been
acting really strange since he, Allison and Scott well died… we soon came to
the conclusion that the nogitsune was trying to possess him he decided to put
himself into Eichen for 3 days. His decision really hurt me because although
I’m Scott’s little, twin sister, I’ve been in love with Stiles since we were
four! I made the courageous decision unbeknownst to the pack to get a job in
Eichen as a nurse for a week, Stiles’ nurse. My mother’s a nurse and I intend
to be, I’ve grown up learning first aid and stuff so I got the job straight
After being here
two days I go to Stiles’ room to give him his medicine but he is not there. I
brush it off and search the building- the bathroom, games room, council room. I
start panicking but a sudden urge leads me to the basement. Nobody ever goes in
the basement apparently but I find it unlocked. As I descend the stairs slowly
careful not to trip I hear a crashing noise, so I hurry my footsteps.
There I find stiles reaching into a hole.
“Stiles what are
you doing?” I demand. He just chuckles and grabs my hand pulling me down on the
floor next to him.
“Calm down, I’m just researching I guess” he shrugs.
“How did you get down here without a key? How did you even know this was here?”
I throw questions at him curiously.
“honestly I don’t know, it’s all about the nogitsune so I guess he wanted me to
be here” he spaces out for a while until I place my hand on his knee, he looks
at my hand then up to my face with tears in his eyes. I sigh and grasp the back
of his head resting it on my chest. he lets a few tears soak my dress before he
pulls away hesitantly, he lets his eyes wonder up and down before his lips
crash into mine, I kiss back immediately afraid this would be our only kiss. We
pull away slowly and I look down blushing not wanting to face the disgust on
his face, he places his hand on my cheek stroking it.
“Was that your first kiss?” he asks softly to which I nod ashamed.
“Can I do it again?”He whispers timidly. I look up shocked and he smirks
slightly. Then the next thing I know we’re making out, slowly and passionately
at first then things escalate and get heated. We both move onto the old, dusty,
grey couch. He starts unbuttoning my dress, when he reaches to just above my
breasts; I grab his hands stopping him. He looks up at me
questioningly, I exhale a shaky breath. I’m extremely nervous until he whispers
“it’s my first time
too… we don’t have to do this, we can stop” and pecks my cheek. I shake my
head violently, jumping onto his lap straddling him. his hands fly to my hips
instantly. I fist his hair in my hands and whisper (hopefully) seductively in
his ear “I want you to be my first” and nibble slightly at his ear. He
gulps but nods continuing to unbutton my dress but gets impatient and tugs it
open, the buttons flying everywhere but that’s a worry for another time. I
proceed to remove his t-shirt and I’m extremely shocked and turned on at his
washboard abs; who knew? pale, skinny Stiles Stilinski has abs! I run my hands
along them devouring the sight. he blushes covering himself. I attempt to push
his hands away but he sighs pushing me off his lap and tugging his shirt back
“that’s exactly why I don’t take my shirt off! I don’t even know what I was
thinking, your my best friends sister and why would you even like me anyway,
I’m so stupid!” he yelled thrusting his hand into the wall, not even phasing
“do you not want this?”I stutter offended. he turns to me.
“of course I want this, you, us. I always have! but Scott-” I jumped to my
tiptoes kissing him so he’ll shut up. I pull away standing back straight. he
silently watches me.
“I don’t care I want you, and you want me, don’t think about Scott. and I know
you’re feeling self conscious, but seriously I only stared because I didn’t
expect you to be so toned… I mean you’ve got the reputation of ‘pale,
skinny, defenceless stiles’ but your nothing like that, probably why I’ve liked
you since we were 4″ I chuckle but realise what I’ve revealed. I gasp but he
just picks me up and drops me on the couch getting on top of me taking his t
shirt off again along with both of our remaining clothes. he proceeds to kiss
me while intertwining our hands above our heads. he lines himself up and pushes
into me slowly. I whimper letting a few tears drip. h notices and goes to pull
out but I stop him. he goes slowly and it starts to feel really good. he keeps
it slow even though he and I both know we would like it faster, were savouring
this moment. after a while we’re hitting our orgasms and he’s dropping onto my
chest wrapping his arms around my waist, his face resting on my breasts. I
stroke his damp hair while he rubs circles into my hip. Eventually he lifts
himself up pulling out of me but stays hovering over me. I blush under his
“You look beautiful, even all sweaty and tired” and pecks my nose. He travels
further down leaving marks on my neck but continues down to my stomach sucking
and licking in a strip. I don’t even care that there will be bruises tomorrow.
He comes back up pecking my swollen lips, collapsing next to me, pulling me
flush against him and we both fall asleep.
*a few days
Yeah stiles isn’t
stiles anymore. Which leads to right now were the nogitsune, Scott, Deaton,
Lydia, peter, my mum and I are in our living room trying to find a way to help
stiles. Everyone leaves to the kitchen to conjure up a plan while I stay with a
Kanima venom paralyzed stiles with duct tape over his mouth. I can hear the
conversation in the kitchen so I vaguely listen in. I start wrapping stiles’
stomach, moving to sit on his lap to get a good look at it, dabbing it with
alcohol making him jump and wrapping it in gauze. I’m nearly finished when I
catch the end of Deaton’s sentence.
“I know it’s not a good idea, but if he doesn’t get even a little bit of pain,
chaos or strife to feed on soon, stiles’ body will die and void will move onto
a new host…” I sigh and look at the nogitsune. I start to slowly pull the
tape off of his mouth. I place my finger over his mouth telling him to stay
quiet. He smirks.
“mmm, rebel huh?” I roll my eyes.
“is what he said true?” he nods and chuckles and my expression. my mind is
rolling with solutions but I do the first thing that comes to mind. I kiss him
cupping his face, just when he’s about to slip his tongue in I pull away biting
his lip. he looks up at me shocked but I shush him staring at his neck where I
can see the ugly black running through his veins.
“why did you do that?” he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my
“because I love stiles, and if this keeps him alive a little bit longer, I’ll
do anything i’ve lived so much pain i could write a book series about it” he
raises his eyebrows and I nod leaving another peck on his lips, quickly putting
the tape over his mouth again. I jump off of his lap pretending to put away the
few utensils I used when I hear everyone coming back into the living
I don’t remember
much else that happened. until I wake up in a damp, cold alleyway. I look
around and see Lydia pacing. I run over to her and she jumps only noticing I
was here. a shadow comes over us and we look to the end of the tunnel seeing
the nogitsune standing there, he starts walking closer but we move away. I feel
my side burning and when I touch it I can feel blood. I sigh starting to feel
lightheaded. I collapse onto the floor but tell Lydia to keep going. I’m swept
off of my feet and taken outside. I’m rested against a large wall with vines going
up it. I notice the pack arriving and I sigh happily until a big fight breaks
out between them and the oni. the nogitsune stares, enjoying the scene unfold a
few feet away from me hidden behind an old car. Stiles gets past and runs
inside to get to Lydia. Allison kills one of the oni with an arrow and I see
what’s about to happen next. the oni start fading away but I jump up, I don’t
know what came over me but I run ignoring the pain and jump in front of Allison
when an oni goes to stab her. it pierces my side but I don’t feel it much. I
collapse again and when the pack go to reach for me they can’t, a sort of force
fields surrounds me, yet the nogitsune walks straight through and picks me up
walking away. he’s mumbling profanities and kissing my forehead. I’m taken to
the woods, where Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Allison, stiles and I came to watch the
stars one night after killing the Darach. it must be a memory in stiles’ mind
so the nogitsune knows where to take me. he rests me gently against a big rock;
I can see the stars and all of beacon hills from here. It’s truly beautiful. he
bends down straddling my outspread legs. he rests his forehead against mine
whispering to me.
“I’m so sorry, I know I cause pain, chaos and strife but your different, I
guess it’s because of how strong stiles’ feelings for you are I love you
too…thank you for keeping me alive, but I am needed at your school. I’m going
to meet up with your pack so when you die you won’t be alone” I start crying
and cup his face.
he leans in asking for my permission, I clutch the back of his head confirming
and he kisses me. I start to feel drowsy and pull away laying down. he wipes a
tear away before sauntering away.
I lay there feeling
cold and exposed. my shoes and bracelet are gone, I don’t know where. my makeup
is no doubt smudged and my dress is torn at the bottom in various places and
most of the top is missing due to my injuries. I try to remove what’s left of
my jacket although it’s freezing to put pressure on my wounds. I can feel loads
of little cuts up and down my legs and arms, and bruised dotted everywhere to.
After lying there
for about an hour I start to give up hope until I hear two people screaming my
name. my mum and the sheriff! I try to call out to them but my voice is raspy
and cracking. I shout my loudest and they find me eventually. The sheriff picks
me up trying not to hurt me but everywhere hurts. I clutch his shirt crying. he
pecks my forehead speeding to a run, my mother a few feet in front of him. we
reach a clearing and I see the squad car. my mum get’s in the back and he lays
me down along the seats resting my head on my mum’s lap. The sheriff quickly
hops in the front seat and speeding off to the hospital I presume. My mum rings
Scott to tell them they found me and where we are going, when she’s finished
she looks down at me. I attempt to smile, but get dizzy. I start closing my
eyes, she panics cupping my cheeks and telling me to keep my eyes open. I try
“St-stiles, tell stiles” I can’t finish my sentence, but she nods laughing a
little bit, the sheriff looks in his mirror curiously. my mum looks up at him
“she wants stiles. she wants me to tell him she loves him, but she’s going to
tell him yourself aren’t you baby?” she looks down at me just as my eye lids
are drooping she starts screaming trying to get me to wake up. I open my eyes
slightly but close them again.
“I love you mum” I gasp out.
The car comes to a sudden stop and I hear the sheriffs’ door opening, slamming
shut then I feel the breeze of my door being opened. I’m engulfed in the
sheriffs’ arms again and he starts running towards the hospital entrance. I
open my eyes slightly looking up at the sheriff. before I can think about it
the words pour from my lips. “I love you too dad” and I’m enveloped in
I pace nervously waiting for my dad and Melissa to come through the door with
y/n. my eyes dart up to the entrance when they open and I hear them shouting
for an emergency. I tear up immediately, quickly wiping them away. I see y/n
curled up in my dads, her hand clutching his, her head resting carelessly
against him. I nearly smile until he starts screaming.
“please, help she’s not breathing, quick!” I go to run towards them but scott
holds me back; I thrash violently in his grip but slump against him when she’s
taken away on a gurney and into emergency surgery. The waiting room is filled
with sobs, from my slumped position on Scott, I can tell he’s crying but is
also shocked about my freak out, he knew we were friends obviously but my
feelings are clear now. Lydia is rested against Allison’s shoulder and there
both crying. Kira looks shocked and Isaac is fidgeting with his fingers trying
not to cry.
All at once I get a rush of emotions and memories of what occurred several
hours ago, but I also get a rush of pain. I sit up opening my eyes and gasping.
I look around and my eyes zoom in on one cute brown eyed, dimple faced shocked
“Stiles” I whisper, but everyone can hear the pain in my voice. He jumps out of
his chair quickly pushing gently on my shoulders.
“lay back down, you’ll pull your stitches out” he chuckles, his eyes filling
with tears. Isaac disappears and I assume he’s gone to tell my mum I’m
“h-how? the nogitsune…” I stutter out.
“he’s gone!” Scott replies coming to my side to peck my forehead. I hear two
squeals beside me and turn my head; I can tell my whole face brightens because
they laugh. Lydia hugs me first then Allison. I look in the corner and see Kira
sitting there, staring at the floor looking extremely awkward. I cough and her
gaze lifts to mine. I smile invitingly and open my arms for a hug; she smiles
brightly back and comes to give me a hug. Isaac comes back in with my mum and
the sheriff, my mum runs to me hugging me, followed by Isaac and then the
sheriff who pecks my forehead. I smile up at him.
“thank you for breaking your own speeding law to get me here” I laugh making
everyone laugh too. he grabs my hand squeezing it.
“you called me dad” I blush squeezing it back. he goes to leave winking at
stiles before leaving the room, I blush furiously. My mum leaves too.
“you know you guys don’t have to stay here, I’m fine. go get some sleep, it’s
still dark out.” I sigh. Isaac and Kira come to my side giving me hugs and
saying they will leave then if I insist. the other four stay put resting in
chairs; I roll my eyes but lift my arms up to yawn. I don’t notice my t shirt
rising. Lydia gasps. I look down seeing my exposed stomach.
Along with my two
wounds, one on my left stomach area, the other along my rib are the possessive
bruises Stiles left on my body. I blush trying to pull my shirt down but Scott
stops me staring at them.
“I know you didn’t get them during the fight or anything, who did that?”
he growls. I nervously lock eyes with Stiles and he jumps up.
“anyone want any water?” he stutters. Scott realises and jumps up pushing
stiles against a wall.
“you had sex with my little sister?” he growls angrily.
“I’m like 10 minutes younger?! and it wasn’t like that, I love him, he’s your
best friend look at what you’re doing right now” I hiss at him, swinging my
legs over the side of bed and shuffling towards them. Scotts’ eyes are glowing
red, and his claws are out. he steps back and I get in between them. suddenly
he is pushed backwards and hits the opposite wall. Scott, Lydia and Allison all
gasp. I look to my right looking in the mirror and my eyes are glowing
“we’ll get onto that later, but right now we need to deal with this, I’m in
love with Stiles” I state confidently. Stiles grabs my hand intertwining them.
Scott sees this and his wolfiness goes away, his eyes soften.
“and you love her too don’t you?” he says to Stiles. I look up at him awaiting
his answer, his height towering over me.
“since we were four” stiles nods. this confuses the other three but makes me
“fine, I guess if anyone would date my sister I’m ecstatic it’s you” they bro
hug and everyone leaves, Lydia mumbling about how Stiles had game and a wink
from Allison, except stiles. I wrap my arms around his neck while his wrap
around my waist careful not to snag my stitches.
“will you be mine?” stiles whispers. I press my lips to his momentarily.
“I already am” but I get a sudden rush of pain through the wound on my rib. I
lift my shirt pulling away they bandage. there all bloody but clear is Stiles’
name carved into my skin, it will definitely leave a scar. I blush looking up
at him both shocked. he softly runs his fingers over it.
“guess you’ll just have to stick with me forever then” he chuckles and lifts me
bridal styles taking me to bed laying us both down and cuddling until we fall
I go back into y/n room quietly.
“y/n mum said you can leave when you’re
ready-” I say but stop when I see y/n and Stiles asleep in her bed, his arm is
strong around her, but gentle enough not to hurt her. He head is rested in his
neck and they are holding hands. I know he’ll be good for her.
BECAUSE SHE’S EXTRA AND NASTY. dang girl. i like how she can make any situation dramatic - and she can make any astro pic seem more dramatic than it is somehow. also she mentions her weird and kinky stories to my baby sis stop doing that. she’s nuts, but she has her serious moments and gets emotional over The Patriot even tho she’s British, and also wants the aliens to win. (and i bet mj would write angsty fanfiction and laugh as people cried to him.) also she’s really pretty like mj is.
she’s a mom friend. i have a lot of mom friends. im older, too. but she’s the sort of person i can really see actually as the leader of a kpop group, it’s so bizarre. she’s welcoming and open and so sweet, as well; perfect leadership material right here! but she tells her dumb jokes, too, and has her silly moments to even it out. also, she’s really pretty like jinjin is.
bc she’s always the mom friend out of the two of us, i’ve noticed. also she has to put up with me and half of our friendship is her being exasperated, but she opens up and jokes around. i do wish tho that she would take a break, especially during school season, bc im worried she tires herself out with all her work and activities. also she’s really pretty like eunwoo is.
I think the first thing I should mention is that she’s talented in multiple areas. She does (im so sorry if i get the name of this wrong) Guard? I think that’s it? And you throw flags, which is what I expected from her BUT ALSO SHE DOES CRAZY MOVES WITH HER FEET AND IT’S ALL PRECISE. and then she finishes and she just looks like she hardly broke a sweat. it’s intimidating. she intimidates me, she’s so skilled. and bin is talented in so many areas, as well, and also their personalities are very similar. no wonder bin is your bias, gurl. also, she’s really pretty like moonbin is.
i dont talk to mayec as much as i had been a week or two ago; thats my own issue. im going to start again, bc i miss you. but lol, i pegged you as rocky instantly, because before we started talking, you seemed so elusive to me. you seemed quiet and serious and i was intrigued. but you’re an awkward fanfic dork, like me, and it fits. ALSO goooooooolllllyyyy you’re talented. like rocky’s dance leaves me breathless, so do your fanfictions. it’s an amazing thing to read. also, she’s really pretty like rocky is. (tbh i dont think i’ve seen pics of you, but i can already tell from the way you write that you’re gorgeous.)
not just bc she’s a baby. but also bc she’s my baby. she’s younger than my baby sis is but still taller than i am, so i mean, it’s definitely a sanha right here. also she’s SO SWEET AND CUTE AND ADORABLE!!! her smile is just full of love and innocence and i feel the desire to always protect her. and, just like sanha, she dabbles her talents in multiple things. she can write really well and she can draw really well. (can you play the guitar in overalls, tho, that’s the true question.) also, she’s really pretty like sanha is.
i had to add you two in, but i feel like you guys are managers. not so much of me (i cannot be managed, im a free spirit) but just in general, you both have so many capabilities that extend beyond that of an idol! i know mary mary quite contrary has a leadership role in college (unless im an idiot, which is true) and handles it very nicely, and alette is legit the star when it comes to astro fanfiction (im still not over your myungjin, i cant believe the fanfic star wrote myungjin, im blessed) and i just feel like it presides over everything now (will today be good??? idk has alette updated binu???). thank you both for being powerful forces in the astro and astro fanfic community and for providing awesome blogs for people to look up to! also they’re both pretty like astro’s manager is.
feel free to ignore this,I don't want to bother you,but your edits are gorgeous and I was wondering if you have any tips for people who aren't very good with coloring gifs and all that? 💕
you so much!!! :‘) and you won’t ever bother me with these things, dont worry!!!<3
especially at the beginning, colouring tutorials will be very helpful, as well as following blogs like itsphotoshop or yeahps. they’ll constantly reblog recources and tutorials and might inspire you here are some nice ones: 1, 2, 3
using psd’s can be helpful too!! you’ll have to adjust them so that they’ll fit your gif. doing that you’ll see how some psd’s are build (e.g. curves-> vibrance->selective colors->etc.) this can be very useful to you once you want to start doing your own colourings! again, here are some nice psd’s: 1, 2, 3, also check out this tag!
selective color layers are amazing. you’ll be able to pick certain colours from your gif and change/enhance them as you wish, basically most of the time these layers will do most of your work. same goes for hue/saturation layers, try experimenting with them! and the more selective color layers, the better
some fandoms are easier to colour than others, try to start out with colouring/giffing easier ones, e.g. the witcher will probably be easier for you to colour than dragon age: inquisition, because inquisiton has a lot of very vibrant/yellowish scenes, were you’ll first have to get rid of that, while you won’t have to do that with the witcher, etc.
if! you’ll encounter a very yellow (or maybe very blue, etc.) scenethat gives you trouble, color balance layers are very useful to get rid of that!
i love gradient maps! this is just my personal preference i guess, but i think they’re really cool, i mostly use them to give my gif more contrast & colours (usually i set them to “soft light”) e.g.:
don’t forget to finish up your colouring with a “levels” layer!!! (or something similar, to add some last brightness & contrast)
some scenes end up very grainy, brightness usually makes it worse, adding black/a dark colour (e.g. with selective layers or a brush) can help you with that
i prefer to start colouring after i sharpened a gif, because i find that it usually looks a bit different before it’s sharpened, but thats just me i guess
sometimes you’ll end up happy with your colouring, but e.g. the colours don’t look good on faces or some other place, you can erase those parts with a “layer mask” (add a layer mask on a specific layer, take a black brush, and paint with it over the parts you want to get rid of)
maybe the most boring tip but it’s true: time is key, always :/especially colourings can be frustrating they probably always will, ew but with some practice i’m sure you’ll get the hang of it!!
this is only tangentially homestuck-related but i blew through the whole first season of a series of unfortunate events as soon as it went up on friday and its kind of got me thinking
like, im hard pressed to think of a work of fiction i got more involved with as a child than asoue? sure, i read and wrote more fanfiction for like, harry potter and sailor moon, but those were like…. two-dimensional narratives. they did not invite my involvement. id finish a harry potter book and say “well, thats neat, cant wait for the next one.” but asoue invited me to interact with it, a puzzle to be solved. if you read exactly what was on the page and set it aside until the next book came out, youd be fucking lost. not only was there supplementary material outside the main series but even those supplementary materials were written in code or referred obliquely to characters and events that did not appear in the main series. its a series that has a tremendous amount of respect for children - both within the text and outside it. the baudelaires are intelligent and resourceful and struggle against adults who are incompetent or malevolent, and the series expects its readers to be intelligent and resourceful enough to put the puzzle together. additionally theres a lot of playing with the fourth wall, and the author is present as a character who has actual influence on events in the story
and like, OF COURSE a kid who enjoyed asoue would grow up to enjoy homestuck. its the same fuckin thing. its a story about very intelligent children who are forced to fend for themselves, told in a way that exploits its medium to great effect. hell, i went back and reread the asoue books a couple years ago and it gave me a very similar vibe as acts 1-3 of homestuck. youre seeing this very complex, very epic story through the limited perspective of children. the author shows you just enough that you know theres more going on than the kids are clued into but youre still hopelessly lost and its exciting enough to make you start digging on your own. and if you dont do your own digging youre never going to catch up. at some point hussie described homestuck as “a story that is also a puzzle” and i think asoue fits that same bill very well, and i want more stories like it
I have a question, you dont have to answer if you dont wanna, but how can you and your husband be together for 11 years, your 26 only? do you have children? I love your blog btw. you write very nice stories.
Hi nonny. That’s so kind if you too say.
I don’t have children, unless you count the cat. And its quite simple really:
I started seeing my husband a little after my 15th birthday. We dated for 6 years, and we were married a couple of months after my 21st birthday. He is a smidge older than me (about 8 years) but we fit really well and i couldn’t imagine my life without him. He’s just..everything.