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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Cherry 🍒

S7 Negan x Virgin Female Reader

Summary: You sneak into Negan’s bed in the middle of the night and seduce him into ‘popping your cherry.’

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is mid 40's), unprotected sex, Negan taking your virginity & being sweet with you, mentions of family death, bleeding during sex, oral (both receiving), sitting on Negan’s face, breeding

Note: this is pure filth. If you’re uncomfortable with extreme age-gaps, please don’t read.

You shivered as your bare feet quietly shuffled down the cold hallway, stopping right outside the leader's bedroom door. The sounds of Negan's light snoring filtered through the cracks as you softly pushed the door open, pleased to find it unlocked. You tiptoed your way over to the empty side of his bed before sliding underneath his soft white sheets and inhaling the unique scent of him - leather and fresh linen.

You've always felt comfortable with him. Negan welcomed you to the sanctuary with open arms about a year ago when you were seventeen, after your father passed away. His men found you walking along the road one day and brought you back to Negan, who immediately took you under his wing and made you feel safe for the first time since your father died.

You're not like his wives. More like the daughter he never had and he's made that boundary crystal clear on more than one occasion. You've made several subtle advances towards Negan in the past.. All of which he has politely rejected by changing the subject or blatantly ignoring you.

Still, this doesn't stop you from quietly moaning his name when you touch yourself at night.

"Negan.." You whispered cautiously as you snuggled into the sheets. This wasn't the first time you crawled into his bed at night, feeding him lies about nightmares you never even had. However, this time.. you were determined to get what you wanted.

During your recent previous attempts, you'd remain on your side of the bed and Negan wouldn't even know you were there usually until the next morning - lecturing you when you woke up about how sneaking into his bed is inappropriate. You hated when he used that word. Like a strict school teacher.

A few moments of silence passed until you boldly shuffled closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm and snuggling your face into his bicep. You breathed in the intoxicating aroma of his soft skin as your legs delicately pressed into his underneath the blanket.

"The hell are you doin' y/n?" He asked, his sleepy voice deeper and raspier than usual and it made your heart flutter.

"Can't sleep."

"I think we both know you're lyin', doll. You know you can't stay in here. We've had this discussion. It's ina-"

"Yeah yeah I know. Inappropriate, geez." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes in the dark.

"Exactly, so why are you in my bed?"

"My.. dreams. They keep waking me up."

"Nightmares again?" He asked, using a softer tone this time.

"No.. no nightmares this time. Just.. dreams."

Negan shifted uncomfortably next to you, scooting up a little in the bed and wrapping his arm around you in the process. "What kinda dreams, doll?"

You snuggled into the nook of his armpit, getting practically drunk off his manly smell as your hand carelessly glided over his shirtless, hairy torso until settling on his lower abdomen.

Without missing a beat, Negan placed his hand over yours, moving it higher on his torso. "Y/n.." He said like a warning, sternness dripping from his tone.

You ignored him, refocusing your attention back to his previous question. "I dunno.. they're just.. like.. sexual dreams, and then I wake up and I'm all frustrated because I don't know what I'm doing-"

"Stop." He sighed with frustration, running a hand down his face. "Fucking christ, y/n. You cannot say shit like that in front of me."

"Why not? It's not like you're my daddy or anything." You teased him, sliding your hand to his lower stomach once again. You almost whimpered when your fingertips brushed over the soft curls peaking out of the waistband of his boxers and your stomach fluttered when he didn't stop you this time.

He let out a long sigh, glancing down to your hand that teased the sensitive skin under his waistband. "Baby...fuck. We can't." He said almost painfully.

"Okay.. I get it." You said defeatedly, removing your hand and shifting to turn over before he stopped you, pulling you back in.

He sighed, like he was about to regret asking you this. "What happens.. in your dreams?"

With the moonlight beaming through the window, you managed to catch a glimpse of the lust that flickered in his gaze before his hazel eyes dropped to your lips.

"You treat me different.. like.. one of your wives."

"Yeah? And how's that, baby?" He asked curiously as his lips hovered next to yours.

"You.. kiss them." You stated hesitantly, hoping it was dark enough in the room that he couldn't see your cheeks burning red.

"Oh? Are you jealous, doll?"

"...a little." You admitted, making him chuckle.

He tilted your chin up, lightly gripping your jawline as his eyes dropped to your lips. He stared at them as if he was contemplating if he should give you what you want.

"One kiss, y/n." He said, closing the gap between you and pressing his soft lips to yours. You whimpered into his mouth, earning a slight smirk from him as he pushed his talented tongue past your lips. You couldn't believe you were finally tasting him and you savored every second of it.

He kissed you until your lips were sore, tangling his fingers through your hair and groaning every now and then, making your panties soaked.

You slid your leg over his until his muscular thigh was pressed right up against your aching center and you couldn't help but grind against it, desperate for some friction.

"Y/n." He warned, knowing what you were doing beneath the covers.

"Please, Negan."

His solid erection pressed into your stomach each time you moved your body against his and you imagined the way it would feel inside of you.

“Please what?” He said in between kisses, allowing you to use his thigh to get yourself off.

“Please let me come."

"I'm not touching you, y/n. But I can't stop you from coming."

And that was all the permission you needed to grind against him harder and bring yourself to an orgasm just from humping his thigh.

You buried your face against his neck and rode out your high, whining and whimpering as you soaked through your panties. "Oh my god, oh my god, Negannnn."

"Satisfied now, doll?" He chuckled.

"No.. I need this." You said, pressing your palm against the hard bulge in his boxers. "Please."

"You don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart."

"I do, Negan. I know exactly what I want.. And I've wanted you for so long." You kissed his neck as you rubbed his cock through the material. "I see the way you look at me. I know you want me too."

He sighed, accepting that you were right. "Maybe. But we can't always get what we want, doll."

You grinned, taking that as a challenge as you slid lower beneath the blanket, kissing his chest. "Why not?"

"Baby.."

"If you tell me to stop, I'll stop." You said, wanting to earn his consent before climbing over his legs and settling in between them. He sighed again, turning all the way over on his back to allow you better access.

You licked a line from the bottom of the trail of hair that led up to his belly button, earning a moan from him as he slightly lifted his hips in response. "Baby, you don't have to-"

"You said you wouldn't touch me, but you didn't say I couldn't touch you." You explained, pulling his boxers down slowly. You watched closely as his cock sprung free, and your mouth practically watered at the sight of it. You wondered how you'd fit it in your mouth, much less your pussy.

"It's so.. big.." You said, wrapping your hand around it. Your mouth fell slightly open at the velvety feeling of it as you stroked it up and down in your palm.

Negan was propped up on his elbows as he watched you through heavy, lust-filled eyelids. For once, he was speechless, waiting for your next move.

You lowered your head, taking the tip of him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around it softly. You sucked on just the tip as you looked up at him through your brows and watched his head fall back while the prominent vein in his neck bulged against his skin. Lowering yourself deeper, he let out a long groan when he felt himself in the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck, baby. Feels so fuckin' good."

You bobbed your head up and down on him until your jaw ached, wanting to make him proud. Finally, he pulled your head off of his length, and you watched as the precum leaked from his red, swollen tip. His breaths were heavy as he looked down at you. "Fuck, that's enough. You're gonna make me come, sweetheart.

"I want to taste you, Negan.. please?" You begged, looking up at him innocently.

"Yeah? You want me to come in your mouth?"

You nodded as wrapped your lips around his thick length again, tasting the bead of salty precum. You moaned at the new taste, sucking firmly over and over until you felt more of his warm liquid spurt out, coating the back of your throat. You moaned around him again, not taking your mouth off of his cock until you swallowed every drop.

Sweat ran down the side of his face and his chest rose and fell heavily as he watched you. "Goddamn. What happened to my sweet, innocent girl, huh? When did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"Just now. That was my first time." You shrugged, shuffling up his body until your legs straddled his waist and you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor and exposing your perky, bare breasts to him.

You pinched your own nipples teasingly as you bit you lip and stared down at him.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He said, watching you play with your nipples.

"You don't wanna touch?" You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip.

"Of course I wanna fuckin' touch you, y/n. You have no idea. I wanna touch every inch of you." He sighed, leaning up on his elbows again until his face was inches away from your chest. "But, I can't."

"Then don't use your hands.. lick me instead." You insisted.

He looked up at you through his brows before his gaze returned to your breasts. You leaned forward, brushing your nipple against his beard until it hardened even more. When it brushed his lips, he instantly took it into his mouth and groaned, sucking it gently. After a few moments, he switched to the other one, flicking his tongue against it. Your head fell back while your fingers intertwined in his slick, black hair.

"Negannn." You breathed out, and he finally pulled away.

"Take those panties off and sit on my fucking face. Now." He demanded, laying flat on his back.

You eagerly obeyed him, quickly removing your panties and climbing over his face before lowering yourself down slowly. You hovered over him lightly, not wanting to press all the way down until his hands roughly pulled you closer.

"I said, sit." He said before burying his face in your cunt. The tip of his nose pressed against your clit as his tongue devoured your dripping hole and he moaned with approval.

You lifted slightly, being too sensitive too his touch, but he leaned forward, taking your clit between his lips and sucking. You cried out as your orgasm instantly rushed through you and you soaked his face. You came hard and fast, but he didn't mind as he moaned loudly, lapping up your juices. You tried to climb off of him, but he held you in place, still licking you like his life depended on it.

"Negan.." You blushed.

"Hm?"

"That's enough." You giggled.

"I'll never get enough of this sweet pussy, doll. You wanted me, now you've fuckin' got me."

His words made the butterflies somersault in your chest. You hoped he meant it. You hoped he loved you the way you loved him.

"Lay down for me." He said, finally letting you climb off of him.

You did as he said, getting comfortable on your back as he crawled over you and settled between your legs. Looking down, you noticed he was rock hard again and he rubbed the tip of his cock teasingly in between your wet folds.

"Negan.. I need to tell you something."

"Hm? What is it, doll?" He asked, leaning over you and holding himself up with his palms on either side of your head on the mattress.

"I-I've never done this before."

He smirked, looking into your eyes. "I know."

"What do you mean you know?"

"I hear everything in this place, y/n. I've heard you talking about me to your friends." He pressed his lips to yours before looking at you again. "I've heard you moaning my name at night in your bed while you touch that pretty pussy. I know everything about you, doll. I pay attention, even when you think I'm not."

You blushed at his words as you stared up at him speechless, making his smile widen. "So adorable when you're embarrassed."

He kissed you again, so hard that it took your breath away and in that moment, you knew you were head over heels in love with this man. You just wondered if he felt the same.

“What else happens in your dreams, baby? Do you let me fuck this little pussy?” He whispered in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.

“Y-yes.” You managed to choke out, making him chuckle.

He leaned back up, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as the other fell open for him.

“You ready for me to break you in, sweetheart? Pop that sweet little cherry?”

"Fuck, yes. Please." You whined, scooting closer to him until the tip of his cock brushed against your sex.

Negan chuckled lowly, pressing the head of his cock right against your hole. He watched you intensely as he pushed just the tip in, stopping before he went any further.

“You good, baby?” He asked, making sure you were good to continue. Once you nodded, he slid slightly deeper, feeling resistance before pushing through with a force.

You cried out at the sudden ripping sensation, making him stop again.

“No.. keep going.” You urged him, already aching from how he was stretching you, but you needed him to fill you completely. So he did, pushing himself all the way in with one swift thrust.

Your mouth fell open silently as he pressed against your cervix and let out a growl.

He fell over you again, kissing your lips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. “You did it, baby.” He praised you softly. “I am so fuckin proud of you.”

He moved slowly, making you deliberately feel every inch of him. He repeated this motion until your face was on fire and your lower abdomen tingled.

"Fuck, y/n. You are so fucking tight." He said through gritted teeth, looking down between the two of you as he leaned back up on his knees.

"Oh fuuck, look. at. that, doll."

You leaned up on your elbows, looking down and widening your eyes when Negan pulled out of you, revealing his blood covered cock.

His thumb reached down to swipe a trail of your blood off his dick before bringing it to this mouth. You watched him enamored as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste of you and he moaned with satisfaction. You blushed hard at the sight of Negan tasting your blood.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Negan.” You answered without question, following it with a moan as he pushed back into you without warning.

“That’s right, doll. This pussy? Is mine now. Understood?”

“Y-yes sir.” You cried, as he pumped into you faster.

"Ow. Ow, fuck. It hurts."

“I know baby. I know. You want me to stop?”

“No.” You said quickly. “Please don’t stop. I want it harder.”

He smiled down at you proudly as his hips bucked into you harder and your eyes clenched shut as your fingers gripped the sheets.

Looking down between the two of you again, he groaned at the sight of your blood completely coating his cock and leaking out of you with each thrust.

You whined and whimpered, desperately wanting to come again. He grinned knowingly, pressing his thumb to your clit and making your body shutter. "You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?"

You nodded as tears flooded your eyes and his finger started working over your clit more intensely.

"Yes, yes. Please make me come."

He fucked you fast and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, watching you come undone around him. Once your walls were done convulsing around him, he fell over you again, kissing your neck and groaning in your ear. "That's it. That's my good girl."

Wet noises filled the air as he fucked you unforgivably hard. "You gonna let me cum in this pussy, baby?" He asked, biting your earlobe.

You couldn't speak, so you nodded as your vision went cloudy and his thrusts became more erratic until he stopped suddenly, pushing himself balls deep inside of you as his dick pumped you full of cum and he growled in your ear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby." His thrusts started again, soft and light this time as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you. He kissed your jawline, then your lips, before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"Y/n... I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. And goddamn I love this pussy."

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fairyhaos · 1 year

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how seventeen would reassure you about your scars

requested by anon: "could u pls do svt w a reader being insecure ab scars on their legs? just any fluffy things <33"

notes: thanks for requesting! i changed it a little to make it so that it's scars in general so hopefully it's more inclusive. i tried to generalise it to include face scars too, but the descriptions do hint mostly of bodily ones

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seungcheol:

he's noticed how you're always tugging the material of your clothing in order to cover your scars. ends up sitting you down and having a long and serious conversation with you about where they came from, how you feel, how you'd like to deal with them. holds you the entire time, and then you start tearing up bc he's listening so intently and it's obvious that he cares so much about how you feel about yourself. says that it's okay to be insecure and he'll help you cover them if you need, but he wants you to know that he thinks they only make you even more unique and wonderful

jeonghan:

looks at you like ??? every time you try to hide them from him. doesn't quite get it when you explain to him that it's bc you're insecure about them, bc he thinks that the scars are really cool and are a very special part of you and nothing to be ashamed of at all. asks if he can see them, but understands if you're not ready to show him yet. will touch the area with the utmost care, handling you like you're something so precious and wonderful, because to him—even if he doesn't say it much—you really are.

joshua:

notices how you're always trying to tug your clothes over to cover your scars, but doesn't say anything bc he respects the fact that you probably don't want to show them to him. later finds out it's bc you're insecure over them, and makes it his mission to show you how beautiful they are. helps you warm up to the idea of gradually being comfortable with showing them to him, runs his fingers over the scarred area in awe, looks you in the eye and says with such overwhelming sincerity that he thinks your scars are nothing to be ashamed of because in fact, they're only proof of your strength and only serve to make you even more beautiful in his eyes

junhui:

when you explain to him that you don't like exposing the areas where you have scars, his face softens in understanding. he was very clumsy, when he was a child, and coupled with all his martial arts he did, he has countless scars of his own, and understands feeling uncomfortable about showing them. will help you buy oversized clothes + tape to cover them up if that's what makes you happy, but makes a point to say that he thinks scars are nothing to be ashamed of and do not take away from what a wonderful person you are

hoshi:

is so confused when you tell him you're insecure about your scars when he asks why you're tugging your clothes to hide parts of your skin from him. says that they're like battle marks to prove that you've survived through tough experiences. doesn't matter whether that experience was falling off the slide or something more serious, bc he believes that all situations like that are important in some way. respects your decision to keep yourself covered up, tells you that if you ever want to tell him about them then he can totally tell you about this one scar on his shoulder that he has too

wonwoo:

knows you have scars. he's never seen them properly, since you've always tried to hide them, but he knows they exist and knows you're insecure abt them so he never tells you he knows. instead, tries to subtly reassure you about them by complimenting you. tells you how beautiful he thinks you are in body and mind, no matter what happens. constantly saying increasing weird things about how he's always going to love you, even if you're secretly an alien or you're the height of an oak tree or you actually have eyes embedded into the back of your skull. it's a little weird, but still rlly reassuring

woozi:

almost ended up crying with you when you confided in him your worries about your scars. he's not very good with comforting people, but he makes sure to let you know that he's grateful you trust him with something that must be very difficult for you to talk about, and holds your hands while he sincerely tells you that, if knowledge of your scars makes anyone look at you differently, then they are not people who are worthy of looking at you at all. because if all they can see are the so-called impurities of your body, then they are nothing but scum of the earth who don't deserve to interact with you ever

minghao:

gently strikes up a conversation with you about your scars when you come to him teary-eyed with worries. tells you all the funny stories about his own scars to take your mind off it and stem your tears. asks if you're comfortable with him seeing your scars, and if you say no then he'll give you a kiss on your hair and tells you he completely understands and there's no rush and in fact, you are never under any obligation to ever show them to him. if you say yes, or say yes later on, he'll press a kiss to his fingertips and then press his fingers to your scars, saying he's helping soothe your emotional ache from the physical marks

mingyu:

you're insecure of your scars??? what??? he's so shocked. thinks that having scars is so fascinating (bc tbh all he has are the mental scars from living with svt) but understands that you might not feel the same way. helps you gradually feel comfortable with him to end up showing them to him, is silent for a good ten seconds before rapidly telling you how incredible and beautiful he thinks they are and that if you ever feel ashamed about them then you can always come to him bc he will be more than happy to gush about how wonderful and amazing he thinks they make you look

dokyeom:

accidentally barged into your room when you didn't have your scars covered, and apologised profusely and immediately. softly asks if you'd like to talk about them with him? listens so intently while you're talking, is completely able to sympathise with your insecurities. hugs you and thanks you for being so vulnerable and trusting with him. will help you with however you want to move forward after this, whether that be continuing to keep them covered or gently boosting your confidence by telling you how genuinely brave and wonderful he thinks you are, scars and all

seungkwan:

has eyes that never miss a thing, so when he notices that you're always tugging down your clothes to hide something from him, he's pouncing on you in your room to very seriously (and also a little cautiously) ask you if there's something that happened to you that you feel particularly insecure about. when you tell him you don't like the look of your scars, his eyes go all sad and he lets you know very solemnly that he completely understands what it's like to not like a part of yourself and that it's perfectly okay. tells you that, to him, your scars are just yet another unique and incredible thing about you that he gets to adore

vernon:

the best sympathiser. is so good at sympathising that he's probably on the level of empathiser. feels all your insecurities while your eyes well up as you're explaining them to him, and ends up having to be the one consoled bc he feels your worries so well. asks you what you want to do about them, nods understandingly if you say you'd still like to keep them covered up, reassuring you that you don't have to go down the route of eventually showing them to people. gives you a long talk about discrimination and learning to love yourself. promises to help you learn how to appreciate yourself for who you are

chan:

never brings up your scars unless you bring them up first. if you have worries about them and you look visibly upset, however, then he'll initiate a conversation. like hansol, gives you an incredibly heartfelt 'love yourself' conversation, and holds your hand the entire time. tells you about the insecurities that he also has about himself, and dries your tears as the conversation ends up diverging into ridiculous childhood memories. but, he still brings the conversation back to the main point: it's okay to not want to show people your scars in case they become unrightfully judging, so long as you are able to love yourself all the same.

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ahlovelightaflame · 2 months

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Never Knew I Needed ~ *Choi Seungcheol*

Summary: During an interview, Seungcheol is asked to divulge details about your relationship. He's more than happy to tell the interviewer how much he loves you.

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1245

Warning: N/A

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Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @kpop-will-kill-me

"Choi Seungcheol, if I may ask a personal question?" The interviewer asked.

Seventeen's leader froze for a brief second before giving an easy smile and nod. "You may."

"Tell me, what is the most important thing in your life?"

Jeonghan snickered under his breath. "Man, we're going to be here forever!"

Seungcheol rolled his eyes before answering the question, "For starters, my family, though my brother sometimes gets on my nerves. And then I'd have to say Seventeen. I couldn't imagine my life without either of them. They're my family, whether by blood or not."

"You're so cheesy!" Junhui groaned and shook his head.

"He loves us! We're his favorite!" Hoshi proudly grinned.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. "You guys are obnoxious! I'll take it all back!"

"Too late! You love us!" Hoshi shot back.

Joshua nudged his shoulder with a teasing smile. "You're still forgetting someone."

"Forgetting someone?" The interviewer leaned in a little with an encouraging smile.

Seungcheol looks down at his lap, a shy smile on his lips and his fingers anxiously twisting in his fingers in his lap. "They're talking about my girlfriend."

"She's more than your girlfriend!" Vernon piped up.

"They're practically soulmates." Joshua explained.

"He never stops talking about her!" Jeonghan added.

The interviewer gives Seungcheol an encouraging nod to continue. "Tell us more about her."

Though he knows he shouldn't, he does anyway, "She's special in her own unique way. I like to say she has this uncanny ability to be at the right place at the right time. Like when I first met her."

"Is that so?"

He nods. "I met her a couple years ago. She was working backstage of a music show and she had pulled me aside to fix my jacket and hair. I swear, I could've melted into a puddle right then and there. She was so kind and her touch was so gentle and her eyes practically were sparkling. I don't usually believe in love at first sight, but that day I knew I did."

"See? I told you they were soulmates." Joshua joked, earning a laugh from the other members of Seventeen.

"It wasn't until after she wished me good luck that I asked if she would be watching us perform. She said she watches everyone perform and that she'll be watching us as well. I'll admit, I put extra effort into my performance that night. After we won and we were getting ready to leave, I found her cleaning a green room and gave her my number before running off. She texted me on the way home."

"She probably felt bad for the dork who was trying and failing to flirt with her." Minghao snickered under his breath.

"He was so bad at flirting when they first started talking!" Seungkwan explained. "It was painful to watch!"

Seungcheol rolled his eyes. "As you can imagine from their reactions, they teased me for my relationship with her and how much I talked about her. But eventually, they started begging me to meet her. I was nervous at first, since it's a big step, but eventually I brought her to meet the group. And they loved her immediately!"

"She's nicer than you!" Dino piped up with a cheeky grin.

"She's so sweet!" Mingyu nodded. "We love having her around."

Jeonghan dramatically sighed before saying, "She's practically taken my spot as mom of Seventeen. I've been replaced!"

"You have not!" Seungcheol shot back. "Remember? As soon as you brought that up, she told you that she could never replace you and told you how important you are to Seventeen. She totally inflated your ego beyond belief that day."

"And I thank her everyday for it." Jeonghan replied with a smile.

Turning back to the interviewer, Seungcheol continued his story. "That was the day I realized how much I love her and I told her that very night. It's also when we had our first kiss."

"So romantic!" Hoshi wistfully sighed before bursting into giggles.

The interviewer nodded at their response. "Sounds like you love her very much. But to be honest, there have been some rough times, haven't there? I'm sure dating a celebrity such as yourself is no easy feat."

Seungcheol gives a small wince. "Well, yes, we've had our moments where things don't go according to plan. But we always work through our conflicts to the best of our abilities."

"Like the World Tour Incident." Jihoon interjected.

The rest of Seventeen shudders at the thought, making the interviewer intrigued. "Please, tell us what this incident was about!"

Seungcheol winces once more before beginning the story. "This world tour was about two or three months, and I had never been away from my girlfriend for that long. I was sure we were going to be fine, but I misjudged how long the time was and how far apart we'd be. By the time we wrapped up the third week of performances, I thought she had forgotten all about me-"

"She didn't call him like twice in that time." Junhui explained.

"Regardless!" Seungcheol snapped. "I thought this was her way of saying we were over, so I went with it. We were over, that's it. And I was in such a dark place that I threw myself into my work. I don't really remember what happened during that time, but from what the rest of Seventeen has told me, it wasn't a pretty sight."

"It's best that you don't know." Seungkwan shook his head.

"After two weeks of that, she visited me at our hotel. I was so angry with her and myself, that I was the one who blew her off. I demanded she leave and never see me again." Seungcheol hung his head in shame. "I never should've done that. I don't know what came over me but it was awful. For the rest of the tour I was so depressed, thinking I had gotten rid of one of the only good things in my life."

"And that's when Wonwoo had an amazing idea!" Mingyu piped up and grabbed Wonwoo's arm.

Jihoon nodded. "He invited her to our last concert of the tour and we had her in the front row."

"He almost cried like a baby when he saw her!" Jeonghan teased their leader. "But he put his all into that performance, just so he could impress her like the first day they met."

"And when the concert was over, we made sure she was backstage to be there for him." Vernon nodded.

Seungcheol gave a small smile. "I was so overcome with emotion I just broke down in her arms. I cried for what felt like hours and apologized like my life depended on it. When I got all of that out of my system, she told me how much she loved me and how happy she was that I was coming home. From then on, I knew I would never let our relationship get that bad again. And it never has."

"Their reunion was so sweet, it still brings a tear to the eye." Hoshi pretended to fake cry.

The interviewer nodded. "It sounds like you really love this girl."

"That's an understatement." Chan snorts.

Seungcheol just nodded. "I do. I love her more than anything in the world, plain and simple."

"Any plans for the future of your relationship with her?"

The rest of Seventeen snickered as Seungcheol's smile turned mischievous.

"Oh? Didn't you know? We're getting married tomorrow."

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wonijinjin · 25 days

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SEVENTEEN MEMBERS AS… (PART 1)

author’s note: this has been sitting in my drafts for a month now, please recommend me categories because this is so fun

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seventeen as fruits:

- cheol: a cherry, i don’t think this came as a surprise to anyone, cherries shine the brighest when not alone, and they are always in the best shape, so appealing to everyone

- jeonghan: grapefruit, not everyone likes it because it can be sour and trick the person who eats it, but the ones who appreciate it get the most amazing and complex experience

- joshua: strawberry, which is known for being honey sweet and gentle on the taste buds, but often not enough in small doses to show people it is better than the other fruits

- jun: lemon, another one which is either loved or really disliked, even though it is the foundation to so many things and an essential for daily life

- hoshi: raspberry, again a common favourite, often looked over by being basic, but it still is full of surprises and goes with everything

- wonwoo: banana, a true silent energiser without really making people stop to appreciate it because they are so used to it, even though it is a life saver at times

- woozi: peaches, this type of fruit has so many variations, but always brings the expected from it, tasty, sweet and soft if left to ripen for enough time

- dk: pineapple, although its surface doesn’t seem like so, it is so sweet which makes everyone happy as soon as they get a taste from it, another fan favourite for sure

- mingyu: watermelon, honestly it is probably the most liked one since it is very refreshing, but considered to be nothing more than that, even though it is precious from the inside aswell

- minghao: kiwi, it is such a unique one, which is often misunderstood and criticised, but just like a grapefruit it is so beneficial for its consumers

- seungkwan: tangerines of course, everybody loves them, they are pretty popular, but sometimes because they are so common people forget how nutritious they are

- vernon: pear, the less known sibling of apples, and just like peaches if left to ripen for enough time so so delicious, worth the wait to get into

- dino: grapes, adorable and fun to look at, so fresh with so many pieces to them, out of which every single one hides a bit different taste than the previous

seventeen as colors

- cheol: mocha brown, it radiates the vibe of order and an organised and disciplined soul with a strong will, and he is an incredibly powerful person

- jeonghan: pearl white, it is such a perfect match since it is the color of innocence, and well how can you say that this man isn’t an angel

- joshua: beige, not harsh but rather soft and calming, a very reassuring color imo, which goes so well with so many things and makes everything look majestic and royal like he does

-jun: magenta purple, it is a mix, the best of both worlds, the perfect balance of tints, and this man’s personality is literally that perfect balance

- hoshi: tiger orange, it is quite understandable imo, a bold color with a strong aura to it, knowing its power, place and rank, like how he knows he is the best

- wonwoo: a really deep eggplant purple, it is a very intellectual color just like him, hiding so many hidden things behind, reminding me of the self-awareness he has

- woozi: ruby red, not just because of his solo but because of the fact that he is solid and has his grounded personality and nature like a good wine red

- dk: golden yellow, he is just such a sunshine this was canon, and reminds me of the sun and his warm smile whenever he is happy

- mingyu: scarlet red, again kinda canon, he owns that color, it radiates confidence, and a bold, revealing elegance which he both has at the same time

- minghao: castleton green, it is just so natural for him, like a gentle touch saying everything will be alright, deep and hypnotising

- seungkwan: sapphire blue, it is bright but in a subtle way, and can outshine so many other colors with purely its beautiful tone just like his pure raw talent

- vernon: indigo, very strong and noticeable color, but it still isn’t black, it has a bit of a playfulness with that touch of purple just like him

- dino: lavender grey, just soft and light as a feather, full of so many possibilities to deepen with different tints if needed, like how varied he is

seventeen as seasons

- spring: joshua, seungkwan, jun

these cuties are so so fresh like a breath of new air during spring when the flowers and trees are blooming and the birds are chirping even when the sun is barely above the horizon, and like a sip of fresh cool water during the afternoon in spring

- summer: hoshi, dk, mingyu, dino

these cuties shine so bright like the sun when midday hits, their pure caring kind personality is like the warm rays of sunshine and like the sand which is heated up comfortably when you put your leg into it

- autumn: minghao, vernon, wonwoo

these cuties are warm like a hug and calm and perfect like the rain and clear skies in october, comforting like a tea inside with the soft sounds of raindrops falling from the dark sky to create the circle of balnce

- winter: cheol, jeonghan, woozi

these cuties are pure and innocent like the snow that just dropped to the ground creating a thin layer of white fluffy blanket over everything to embrace it in a breathtaking coat, everything about them is unique like a snowflake

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wonhuihonwuiii · 2 months

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jun + jeonghan pairing (junhan)

As mentioned in my JunCheol analysis, I have STILL been seeing people criticize Jun's relationship with the members. I cannot stress enough how adorable and unique each ship is so I have decided to do an analysis.

Here is JunHan!

I feel like this pairing isn’t a rare sight to see because they actually often stay close to one another (whether intentional or not) so interactions are kinda inevitable.

BUT even so, I feel like this isn’t a popular ship because most of their interactions (similar to nearly all jun pairings) are quite lowkey.

Ok so now to start, I feel the need to point out that while Jeonghan is one of the members close to EVERYONE, there’s still something so refreshing about this duo. It isn’t as chaotic as the typical seventeen pairing you’d probably expect but instead, they’re both very soft for each other!

For example, Jeonghan is SO supportive of Jun, hyping him up every chance he gets. (Insert clips of jh saying “baksu” everytime jun says or does literally ANYTHING HUHU cuties)

Jeonghan is also naturally clingy but I still find it so adorable when he clings onto Jun. (It’s usually jh grabbing jun’s arm or leaning on his shoulders) Mostly because I feel like Jun tends to get awkward with physical touch NOT initiated by him so the fact that he lets Jeonghan be that clingy is so cute. It also seems like he doesn’t mind, showing how it’s a natural and regular occurrence.

Observing their other interactions, I also noticed how Jun would often go to Jeonghan when he’s curious about something. You would always catch them whispering whether in the background of some GoSe episodes or even in random concert clips. The fact that this is a recurring thing means that he trusts Jeonghan enough to respond well to whatever he has to say.

Jun also seems like the type to hesitate to ask for favors so when he asked Jeonghan to buy him a blanket in one of their content (In the Soop 2) I WENT SOFT ON MY KNEES! It was just so nice seeing Jun ask Jeonghan with a soft voice and the latter responding the same way!

NOTE: I think it’s undeniable that Jeonghan is naturally reliable but I find it so wholesome when more quiet members like Jun express their gratitude because of how caring Jeonghan is (reference to that video of Jun thanking the older for being very considerate such as consistently asking if he's eaten his meals, etc). I find it so touching how Jun takes note of the little things and Jeonghan gets appreciated for being the members’ emotional support system.

In relation to this, the last point I’d like to make is when Jeonghan acts like a younger brother to Jun! This is particularly important to me because as we all know, Jun was like Seventeen’s “mother” before Jeonghan came so it’s nice to see Jun take care of the former for a change! Here are specific moments:

Do you remember that vlive where Jeonghan shared a story about jokingly (?) asking Jun to buy him a lego set? Jh wasn’t really expecting anything since it was a bit expensive, but Jun still bought it for him the next day because his hyung wanted it.

There’s also a part in the dingo drinking video where Jun reminded Jeonghan to slow down/calm down a bit because his arm injury wasn’t fully healed at the time.

Jeonghan also shared that Jun would NOT move an inch if you lay on his lap no matter how uncomfortable he may feel (reference to the 2nd picture!)

Idk about you but these give such big brother energy AND I LIVE FOR IT!

Overall, I love how even though they’re both known as the pranksters of svt, their relationship is actually very soft and they get along well!

#kpop #seventeen #svt #jeonghan #junhui #jun #junhan #svtanalysis #kpop analysis #seventeenrelationships #moon junhui #yoon jeonghan #jun jeonghan

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meetinginsamarra · 22 days

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mayprompts2024 #15, nightmare

Read parts 1-10 on AO3 here

Part 11 only on tumblr so far

I just made it in time, half an hour to my midnight...

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The Perfect Place - Part Twelve

Getting out of the taxi, John promised himself that he would actually shoot the next evil cabbie that stumbled in front of his feet. How dare he disrupt the magic that had been unfolding between Sherlock and I? We were so close, John mourned, it nearly happened.

But, like the soldier that John still was deep inside, he soldiered on and stepped close to Sherlock who corteously opened the door of 221 Baker Street for him, holding it open.

“After you,” Sherlock motioned for John to pass, “it’s upstairs.”

"That’s very gallant of you," John chuckled, "are you trying to impress me?"

"It’s important to make a good first impression, I’ve been told.” Sherlock deadpanned, making John laugh.

(Actually, Sherlock just wanted to get a good look at John’s backside to memorize its size and form so that he could visit the soon-to-be-made 3D model in his Mind Palace every time he wanted.)

John bounded up the stairs, relishing in the feeling of a strong and sturdy leg. Only three hours ago, he would have needed to go step by step and lean heavily on his cane. Now, he took two steps each time and would have liked to climb up more than just the seventeen.

Sherlock came close behind John (as in close to John’s behind) and opened the door to 221b. Observing John’s expression when he first entered into the sitting-room, Sherlock was relieved to only find curiosity and wonder.

“You’ve got a real human skull!” John exclaimed and made a bee-line for the mantelpiece. Without showing any qualms, John lifted it, knocked his knuckles against the frontal bone and then turned it over, scrutinizing its occipital bone.

Watching John handling the skull made Sherlock vibrate on the spot. Awesome, John likes it, he thought, he even touches it. Oh, now he pokes his index finger into Billy’s nose and giggles. This is very promising.

Two of the ex-candidates for flatsharing had already been appalled upon first sight of the skull. Unsanitary, one had complained. Creepy, the other one ha said.

“Who’s this?” John asked after putting the skull back. “His occipetal bone shows marks typical of decapitation by a sword or similar weapen.”

“Very good, John!” Sherlock praised. “Meet William Ethelbert Wellington-Holmes. He’s been executed in 1707. Billy’s skull has been a family heirloom ever since.”

“What has he done?”

“He has been found guilty of high treason. So, you like it?”

“Sure. A traitorous ancestor’s skull makes a very unique decoration for a mantelpiece. Might even scare potential burglars away.” John chuckled.

“Billy at least scared one potential flatmate away.” Sherlock admitted. “He said that he couldn’t live together with dead human bones in a flat and that the skull would give him nightmares.”

John snorted. “What a sissy! I’d have no problem sleeping here.” Preferably in your bed, John thought, with you. For all I care, the skull could even watch.

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tagging some people @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @peanitbear @raina-at

#mayprompts2024 #calaisreno #number 15 nightmare #my sherlock fanfics #the perfect place #no beta we die like (wo)men

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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After School Special

TW: Smut. Language. Public sex. Degrading language (teasing). Spanking.

SUMMARY: JJ doing a favor for Kiara leads to an afternoon delight.

WORD COUNT: 1600

REQUESTED

Can you do one where Jj goes to pick up reader from Kook Academy and they hook up in the back of the building please!

After School Special

JJs POV

It wasn't the first time I'd seen her. Not even recently. But it was the first time I had in her uniform. Knee high socks and that little plaid skirt, buttons at the mercy of her breasts beneath, and every single pair of eyes taking stock of her whenever they thought she didn't notice. But she didn't only notice, she lived for it. Well aware all eyes were on her. As mine were no exception. Jesus, how couldn't they be? She bent just slightly and you learned just how she preferred lace to cotton. And that smirk when she knew you were watching her was just as devilish as the innocence behind her own eyes for the need for attention. But whether she wanted it in true admiration such as this or as something to pass the time, mine was among the brigade. Shameless descent of her exposed skin that prompted the most sinful of conceptions causing my jaw to clench and my fingers to match. Once stilling my cock to behave, I moved to the direction of her at the back of the Kook academy, leaning up against the stone, as her fellow silver spoon aficionados parted when seeing me.

"JJ? Where's Kie?"

"Your cousin asked me to come and get you…" She rolled her eyes, cocking her hip as my gaze couldn't help but follow. How was this the same girl who stood beneath my shoulders a few summers ago? Too shy to meet my eyes and now glared at them as if to challenge me?

"I'd rather walk."

"Back to The Cut?"

"I'm not going to The Cut. I don't like it there…it smells and it's dirty…"

"It has character." I added. "Don't worry, you can even invite one of your meatheads to sit beneath you so you don't get dirty…" But something in her switched to my comment. Not the invitation she saw it as, she moved to me.

"What if I want to get dirty?" She asked while her fingers danced on my shirt, my heart pounding beneath her touch. Yes, I'd noticed her 'mature' over this last year. A girl to a woman. Sensual to sexual, seventeen to eighteen and wearing the title of adulthood with a middle finger to her daddy issues. Ones she apparently wanted to act on at every given chance.

"You just said-"

"Maybe it takes the right person…" She hinted, her fingers continuing even lower as I cocked my jaw.

"Let's stop before you get ahead of yourself, there princess. This is not gonna happen. I'm taking you back to The Chateau until Kie is done working. And I'm then you're not my problem anymore…"

She was now more aggressive, that small window of isolation fleeting as I turned away. With a quick wrap to my bicep, she had me against the wall. Half of which was possible by my lack of fighting against her as I was curious to know what her ambition had been. After all, I could have even have dragged her along with me if I wished.

"What now-"

"I see the way you look at me JJ…You want to know how I'd feel wrapped around your cock, don't you?" I couldn't believe she was saying these words. She used to blush whenever she heard Kiara or one of us other Pogues say anything even remotely age appropriate for us. And now she put any of our former comments to shame as she was so brazen now. All with a come hither look to match.

"It would be so easy to touch me JJ…aren't you curious how wet you make me?"

"I already have an idea…" She pushed herself even closer against me. I was certain she could feel every single nerve of my body, every beat of my heart she made erratic, the formation of my cock hardening by the second. She knew.

"You have no clue, JJ…" I swear the way she said my name was unique to all those in prior addresses. It wasn't to reprimand or dictate. It was to seduce and tease. It was to promise and offer.

"None of the Kook boys helping you get rid of this attitude?"

"I don't need a Kook boy…" Her lips captivated my ear, "I need you." Her hand ran over my seam, leaving any question to my arousal in dismissal as her smirk widened.

"I need you inside me." Her hands had dismantled my belt and her hand was within my boxers before I could object. As badly as I want to focus on her touch, no matter, and maybe even especially, for how bold she had been about it, all I could picture was how many other guys got to know this. If I had any chance to keep from these thoughts consuming me, I had to take charge.

"You wanna play games, princess?" I asked while taking her against the stone making up the rear of the school, her arrogance rivaled by my dominance as I lifted her leg to my hip.

"I just want you to fuck me, JJ…" Her words held an instant affect on me. I could have come in two pumps alone by her request. But I wanted to make this last. So I took my time. And she would just have to endure it.

"You don't know what you want. You wouldn't even know how to handle me…"

"Wouldn't you want to teach me? Train my body to know you?" She pulled me closer, ghosting her lips with my own as I was fighting every nerve in my body to act on it. And yet, the ability I had to hold this over on her was greater than any high.

"It's already automatically soaked when you're near me, JJ. It's almost painful…"

"Must ruin a lot of your panties…" I tessed, voice losing confidence as my banter faded to necessity. My dominance was dwindling as my fingers came to contact to that that fabric. Such innocent lace on such a sinful owner.

"Every pair-" The idea was too much. My lips had taken hers as my fingers were quick to ascend from her hips to her chest as I pulled her against me. I could hear Kiara's warnings and threats ,but they were silenced when her hands tried for my belt. As I held her wrists in my hands, I was at a crossroads. If I allowed myself to sink into this luet, there would be no going back.

She forced me to consider her in choosing by a soft kiss that quickly turned French. A slow tongue coaxing my own outwards until her panties were torn from her hip.

"You let anyone know how dirty you are taking it like this and you won't get to come." I assisted this with a hand over her mouth as she would nod, my cock steady in my hand as I prepared myself for her. When she turned back to look, I reset my grip to her jaw and neck to remind her who held the dominance as she would gasp before ultimately submitting to me as I slipped inside of her.

"Oh…." She breathed in relief, her nails clawing at the walk in front of her as I became quickly lost in how she took me. Tight. Deep. Warm. She was heaven and hell in each thrust.

"Make you wanna come already, JJ?" She teased as my hand slipped to the wall for stability as I was reminded of her need to be kept in check.

"Stop sounding like such a slut. You are already moaning like one…and I'll make sure you come like one…"

"Please…" She set her head against my shoulder as my fingers were quick to unbutton her uniform, tearing the final buttons so I could feel those full breasts beneath my grasp. I used them to hold her closer in to me.

"I wanna come JJ…please…make me come for you…" Her words strengthened my cock's force as I drove it deeper into her. And I still needed more. I pushed her harder into the wall but took her to face me until I could kiss her, fuxkijf her against her school as she endured it as I'd directed.

"That's the spot, JJ…" She confessed as I nodded.

"I know, princess. My spot, now." I focus on that sensitivity, my fingers at her clit and my cock quickening still as I kept her quiet as distant voices and conversations would set me as dominant.

"You're gonna take all my cum? Tight little pussy gonna take all of me?"

"All of it." She validated.

"Should fill your mouth for being so dirty."

"Next time, I promise…please come inside me this time, JJ…please I'm so close…" She gasped as I nodded.

"I know baby…you're trembling…" She nodded before both hands came to either of my wrists; one at her neck and another between her thighs, as we remained this was as that pleasure built for us both.

"JJ!" She gasped as her name fell from my mouth as well. Never before had I felt such a force behind my release. And I knew I never would again.

She was forbidden. She was desperate. But now, she was mine…

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p3aches-n-cream · 4 months

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a self-indulgent post about my spiderverse oc ft. hobie brown

first off, some context !!

1. ✧˖°SPIDER SAGE! (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ✧˖° real name: eden avery, age: 20, race: african-american, ethnicity: west indian (bajan). hails from e-767, likes art, takes martial arts! her hobbies include reading, writing, making collages, and creating art! After an adventurous descent into the park with her brother, she’s bitten by a radioactive spider - courtesy of her universe’s Norman Osborn dumping toxic waste into the woods And with that, Spider Sage is born! She was inducted into the spider society around her second year of being spiderwoman ( she’s seventeen here ). Having just lost her brother to a supervillain, she has high hopes for the organization. Under the assumption she’s making the world a safer place to prevent tragedies like her brother’s from happening again. But towards the time when the movie takes place, she took on a more pessimistic view and became distant. The spider society lost the nobility she once saw. She regards Miguel’s words with a grain of salt. She doesn’t get how preserving the canon is more important than saving lives. But she relents. Until she hears Miles’s story.

2. Spider Sage moves → Webbed Rock: Fills webs with rock and or rocks and uses it like a flail, twirling it above or to the side. There’s also a variation to this on → Double Whammy: Sage twirls while swinging webbed rocks in both hands, knocking out her opponents! Typically used against two villains. Mother Earth: Places both hands to the ground and plants from below, ripping through concrete. Shield of Sanctuary: Twisted vines rise from the ground, forming a shield to protect her from onslaught. Breath of Venus:. emits a pink flowery fume from her mouth that can anesthetize her victims. Twisted Arm: Thorny vines encapsulate Sage’s arm, delivering one powerful punch! Butterfly Cocoon: Sage can wrap her opponents up in a “butterfly cocoon” consisting of flowery webs and or plants. And this isn’t really a power move but Sage grows plant life on her back too, which she used to create wings. This one I haven’t found a name for yet, but i imagine her in one of those old-fashioned video games for it, y’know the ones : A giant tulip sprouts around Sage, swallowing her up and plunges into the ground, before reappearing behind her opponent, blooming before disappearing again.

3. An ongoing strike that afflicts Earth-767 are environmental violations. Earth 767, rhymes with heaven *･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧ I wanted to reference the number for heaven without it being too on the nose, since eden’s universe looks alot like it ( could also be a reference to paradise, or garden of eden ) it’s basically a greenery abundant bed-stuy adorned with flora and fauna. It’s a breath of fresh air. It’s wild and free. It’s ethereal, unique, and refreshing. Heavenly and euphoric. Spider Sage swings through the air with a complete loss of inhibition, as her organic web vines twist around her arm. And when she descends, she’s like an angel dropping from heaven.

a couple of fun facts! 🎀🐾🍮💕

- the spider that bit eden was not only radioactive but mutated with plant life from the forest, giving eden flower power 🌸 think of like a spider with a peony on its hump. I'd provide an example, but I really don’t wanna look up spiders :( she also has a peony on her spider suit, referencing the spider that thrust her into her newfound identity

- When Eden grows new flowers in her hair, a pop up caption appears to explain the significance of them. They symbolize how she’s feeling at the moment, for example yellow roses grow on her when she meets miles, which is an indicator of friendship! 🌼

- Spider sage’s theme sounds refreshing and peaceful with a touch or two of unconventionality! A couple of music rec’s to get a better feel would be puzzle by g.a.t instrumental or si un jour by la femme

- When she was still getting used to her powers, her flowers would sprout unexpectedly in HQ, sometimes sticking to others or objects

- Spider Sage’s nickname is ‘The Green Goddess.’

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧 SAGE PUNK 🐰🌷⊹♡ ‧ ( Eden & Hobie ) HEADCANONS :

1. Eden started out in the Spider Society around the same time as Hobie ( I headcanon she was seventeen, imma just make Hobie seventeen too since they’re around the same age. ) They’re polar opposites, Eden being shy and reserved and Hobie being able to find comfort anywhere. Eden warms up to be people once she gets used to them though, and she warms up to Hobie quickly. He doesn’t give her much of a choice. When Eden first sees Hobie, she thinks he’s cool. Because they’re both new to the spider society, they go on a mission together to start off. E and Hobie start to grow more familiar with each other, sharing aspects ( such as eden’s art and hobie’s music ) of their life with one another and get sent out on more missions. They make a good team, Eden being the one to drag Hobie back in when he gets too reckless, and Hobie encouraging Eden to go all out. They complement each other perfectly. After a while Hobie invites her to one of his shows, something he regularly does with others, but it’s meant differently when inviting her. He feels a connection and wants to see where this goes. little does she know she feels the same way :)

2. More on the first one, Eden was inducted to the spider society a little before Hobie was, and although he won’t admit it, her presence persuaded him to join. It’s no secret Hobie protects the ones he cares about, eden being no exception. Ugh, I can just imagine them stepping through the portal in Hobie’s dimension, Miguel attempting to recruit him. He’s not impressed by the tall man claiming to be Spider-Man, but the shorter girl peeping behind his shoulder catches his eye. So he reluctantly agrees. Little do they know Miguel plans to make them partners, thinking Eden would soften him up ( he was wrong ) and they’re sent off on a high-stakes mission to prove their worth. Eden’s incredibly moral so she ignores the red flags at first, but Hobie steers her in a more ‘oppositional, anti-authoriatrian ‘ ideology.

3. Eden always attends Hobie’s shows, making an effort to finish her homework on time. Sometimes she doesn't even bother. Hobie always laughs with a shake of his head, " I wouldn't want you to sabotage yourself. “ “ Nah, man it's cool! I'm a smart girl, I can handle it.“ she ends up paying for it later, stuck behind her desk at 2 am, struggling to keep up her energy. Hobie gives her a call, hearing the exhaustion in her voice " But it was worth it, " she tiredly whispers, belly churning at his deep chuckle over the phone.

4. Sometimes, people will joke about how Eden and Hobie even got together, being so clearly opposite from another

5. Hobie likes to serenade Eden with the songs that he’s made. Just don’t call it that, or else he'll get fussy. I remember I talked about this before with Eden showing up to his band practices/performances and cheering him on, but what about the times where it’s just the two of them? They’re sitting on Eden’s bed and the room is bathed in a warm glow from the candle she’s lit. He revels in the way her eyes light up as he plays his guitar, fingers effortlessly drifting across the strings as he maintains eye contact. Once he finishes the tune he sets his guitar down against her bed, enthused by her light clapping.“ jus’ a likkle ting I worked up, love. wanted you to be the first to ‘ear it. “ He leans back with his arms behind his head and a satisfied smirk on his face, gazing at her expectantly. Eden usually follows with loads of pleasant compliments with observant feedback and Hobie glady listens, taking in whatever she has to offer. He ignores the queasy feeling he gets in his stomach as Eden’s mouth stretches into a grin, showing off a dimple on her right cheek. “ Well I’m honored you’d share something this special with me. You’ve got such amazing talent. “ His chest reverberates with a chuckle, closing his eyes bashfully.“ Yeah, well..I wouldn’t ask if you weren’t special. Y’know? “ He tilts his head in her direction, meeting a pair of eyes filled with soft awe.“ Yeah? “ Eden stares back, searching for the affection she knows is there. A low breath escapes him and his eyes never leave hers. “ Yeah. “

6. I have a headcanon of Eden and Hobie from that one scene of Adventure Time, y’know where PB had kept the shirt Marceline gave her? Eden’s been to practically all of his shows before, and rocks his band’s merch proudly.

7. Hobie called Eden “Ed” once as a nickname and was immediately shut down. Sometimes he brings it back up just to annoy her. “ ‘ey ed. ‘ow you doin’ this fine mornin’? “ eden turns her head to the side and back around “ you talkin’ to me? I don’t see any ed around here.“ hobie also likes to torment eden with stuff he knows disgusts her. eden making a gross face at someone’s snotty nose? He’ll bring it up randomly, taking in her disgusted reaction. bugs creep her out? he’s already chasing her around the house, silverfish in hand. “ aw c’mon love, it just wants to say hi! “ “ Hobie get the fuck away from me!! “ he’s a menace, but it’s okay cause she always gets him back for it.

8. Organized girlfriend and Hectic boyfriend. 100%.

9. Hobie likes to show up at Eden's house unannounced, and she doesn’t even question it. She could be working on her latest assignment when Hobie comes in through her window, wanting to take her along on the newest adventure he’s dedicated himself to that day. And who is she to deny him? It’s always a blast hanging out with Hobie. Eden often finds herself reminiscing about the escapades they’ve gone on together. If he’s not taking her out to a party, a protest, or a music showcase run by some friends then he’s at her house playing with his guitar or listening to her ramble about anything going on with her life. Speaking of protests, Eden makes sure to pack backpacks with all the food, water and snacks they need - including a first aid kit in case of injury. Hobie takes it lovingly, kissing his thoughtful girlfriend for the trouble she went through.

10. Hobie and Eden are always willing to help each other, especially when it comes to their hair :) <333 this one is extra important !!

11. Eden loves to hug Hobie from behind while he’s playing his guitar. She smiles into his shoulder as she feels a light chuckle throughout his body.“ You’re awfully ‘andsy today. “ He tilts his head back, looking at her from behind. “ you need somethin’? “ Eden hummed absentmindedly, toying with the straps of his tank top. “ No.. just felt like touching you. “

12. Hobie is engrossed in a conversation with Pav. They’ve got a couple of hours until their next mission, so they’re chilling out in the cafeteria until then. That’s when Eden walks by, right on time for her morning cup of tea. A flowery scent wafts gently from her body that grabs his attention and he immediately turns his face in her direction. Quickly dismissing himself to Pav, he makes his way over to Eden, who’s dipping the tea bag into her cup. “Ey’ there. You’re smellin’ nice today.“ Eden turns to see Hobie who’s slipped next to her undetected. She grins at the compliment, eyes glowing. “ Thanks! I’m surprised you noticed.“ Hobie’s eyes widened at the unintentional jab.“ Ah, so you that’s the kinda guy you take me for, eh? “ Eden snorts and waves her hand dismissively. “ That’s not what I meant, and you know it. “ “ Suuure, love. Wha’ever you say. “

13. Hobie is not the type to get Eden flowers knowing that it stems from patriarchy. He follows no social quo. Plus Eden can grow flowers and plant life from her body so like why would she need more?

14. Eden turns her head in the direction of the sound, only to be pressed deeply into a red and blue shirt. “ Agh! Hobie! “ She giggles as Hobie hugs her and enveloped her in strong arms, picking her up from the ground. He swings her around earning a squeal, before setting her back down on the floor. “What’s goin’ on mate? How’s my fav gyal doin’? “ Hobie then slings an arm around her shoulder, his face dangerously close to hers. Eden ignores the heat flaring up in her cheeks, choosing to focus her energy into teasing him. “ You’re chipper this morning! What you just got back from a mission or something? “ “ What’d you mean by that, eh? Man can’ jus be chuffed to see you? “ He removes his arm from her side and Eden misses the weight against her shoulders. “ You di’n’t answer my question, love. How's your day been’? “ He folds his arms against his chest, leaning back coolly on the table behind him. Eden smiled, lifting her arms into a shrug. “ Eh. Can’t complain. Just got here actually. What about you? “ As the two continue to chat, Pav, Miles and Gwen can be seen watching them in the background. “ Can they.. not see how they act ? “ Pav questions, mirth leaking into this tone. Gwen gives a shake of her head and Miles laughs, shaking his shoulders.

15. hobie who notices when eden’s upset, offering her some candy he’s found cause he knows it’s her favorite. " strawberries your favorite, innit? " " yeah. " eden says through sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes. " cheer up, supergirl. " hobie trails a tear running down her cheek and wipes it off. He rubs her back lovingly, staying with her while she rides her emotions out. Resting a head on his shoulder, she shakes out a laugh. “ Wha’s funny? “ “ Nothin’..you’re just..so good to me. “

16. Eden and Hobie like to rock each other’s clothes. Hobie’s wearing combat boots and ripped skinny jeans while donning a pink strawberry sweater stolen from Eden's closet. Eden’s sporting cutesy overall shorts, flower placed symmetrically in her hair and one of Hobie’s rock band t-shirts. They like to coordinate outfits. Hobie picks out punk elements that could work on her. Eden also tends to gift him necklaces and bracelets, and he enjoys putting them on with his outfits ( even if they don’t match. ) oh yeah, and he’d definitely steal eden’s skirts when she’s not looking. I can see him walking into her kitchen, strutting his long legs in her plaid red skirt just eating that shit up. And he’d be so nonchalant about it too, like sitting on her couch chowing down on a bowl of oats while his feet are kicked up on the coffee table. Eden’s used to it by now, so she doesn’t bat an eye, but she does hate it when he puts his feet on the table.

17. Eden actually believed him when he said he was briefly a runway model. How could he not be with his beautiful hair, eyes, lips and jawline? He doesn’t clarify for her, finding amusement in it, but eventually his stance on modeling becomes apparent and she realizes her misinterpretation.

18. Hobie would either piss Eden tf off when she’s drawing or admire it, there is no in between. I’m talkin’ resting his chin on her shoulder as she sketches while pointing out something he likes goin, “ Tha’ looks real nice. Maybe add some more lines ‘ere. “ He’s super sweet when he’s trying to be helpful. It’s that or putting himself in the way while she’s trying to finish a drawing/painting. “ Uh…Hobie, can you move to the side a bit? I’m trying to finish up here. “ “ Hmm…I dunno doll, I’m pretty comfortable where I am.”

And that’s all for now!! Thanks for indulging me >.< much more to come when i’m not swamped with homework!

#across the spiderverse #spidersona #self insert #hobie brown #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy #miguel o'hara #original character #original work #oc #black oc #writing #headcanons

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everything is blue • conrisa space au • Chapter Seventeen: Returning the Favor

Risa Ward escaped a shuttle destined for her certain, painful death. Connor Lassiter ran away from home before it was too late. Lev Calder was kidnapped. All of them were supposed to be dissected for parts, used to advance a declining galaxy, but as of right now, all of them are whole. Life will not stay the same way forever.

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Connor Lassiter stares at Death. Death stares back at Connor Lassiter.

Dorian Heartland is not an easy man to look at. Connor doesn’t like doing it, but taking his eyes off of this infernal creator for even one moment could offer Heartland a chance to take Connor’s pupils for his own, so he refuses to budge his gaze even one millimeter.

All this does, though, is to give Connor a good look at everything that makes Heartland so horrifically wrong. He can see in the stiffness of Risa’s posture, the flightiness of her breath, that she’s caught on to who this is too, although by this point that would almost be impossible to avoid. Dorian Heartland is like no other man Connor has ever met before, though that might be because Dorian Heartland is no longer made up of any of his original birth parts, nor the secondary parts that replaced him, nor the ones that swapped him out after that. Connor can’t even begin to fathom what iteration of lungs he must have inside someone else’s ribcage– is the fourth generation of blood pumping through his veins, perhaps? The fifth?

Connor wonders what parts Heartland will take from Connor as some sort of grisly hunting trophy. The eyes, maybe. Everyone likes the eyes. Snatching his heart would be a particularly satisfying touch, too. If Connor wasn’t so disgusted by the idea of harvesting someone else’s bits and pieces to keep himself intact, maybe he, too, could see the allure in holding Heartland’s brain in his head, clenching the pink matter between his knuckles and knowing that someone else’s entire life and soul was in his hands.

Well. His and Roland’s. Connor is no better than this grave robber. Even though the switching out of arms was unintentional, Connor still bears the limb and tattoo of another teenager. Does that make him any closer to Heartland? Will it spare him from Heartland’s punishment? No and no, but it does paint a rather more confusing portrait. It would be easier if Connor were totally blameless, of course, but no one in this galaxy ever is. The same chain that breaks our wrists will help us up one day, and then it will kill our best friend and worst enemy in turn. All Connor can do is hope to stay alive, but even now, that seems like one last possibility that’s slipped out of his reach.

Heartland smiles indulgently, taking in the startled looks on their faces. “Now, now. Don’t give yourselves an aneurysm trying to figure out how I tracked you down. I need all of your brain matter to be as functional as possible. You won’t believe the number of potential buyers who have been contacting me in the hopes of getting a piece from the two of you.”

“I’m trying extra hard now,” Connor says dryly.

Heartland has the nerve to roll his eyes like a petulant teenager. Connor wonders if that motion is uniquely Dorian, or if it’s from an actual AWOL who’s still not past his rebellious teenager phase even if he’s landed in the body of someone like Heartland. Regardless, the sudden movement makes Heartland’s whole face bulge unevenly as different sections of skin resist tension with varying rates of success, old and young parts making themselves known. For a moment, Connor swears he can see every piece of Heartland for what it is, can map every seam and stitch, and then the man’s face returns to neutral again and the effect is undone.

“Don’t be sulky, Connor, it does you no good.” Heartland admonishes him.

Connor folds his arms across his chest. “Oh, so you’re going to lecture me before you rip off my limbs? How charitable of you.”

“I’m not ripping off your limbs, that would be my expert team of surgeons,” Heartland clarifies. “Besides, ripping is entirely too gory of a description. Distribution is a perfectly reasonable procedure. The galaxy has ensured that it’s completely scientific, with as little pain to the distributes as possible. You simply must get your mind out of the gutter. Speak elegantly or don’t speak at all, Connor. I don’t want that tongue to be corrupted more than necessary.”

Beside him, Risa narrows her eyes at the man. “Was that little flower bed over there produced in the name of elegant speech, or did you just want an excuse for other people to talk about unwinding without putting words in your mouth?”

She jerks her chin towards a display somewhere beyond them. Connor thinks he remembers her coming from that direction when she’d run over to tell him that they had been caught. He wishes fleetingly that he had been closer, that he’d never suggested splitting up at all, that they had just put themselves first like every other soul in the galaxy seems wont to do, but the dreams evaporate in time, leaving him only the stark reality of having been caught in the pointless effort of trying to save lives.

Heartland chuckles, evidently remembering what Risa’s talking about. “Oh yes, the flowers. The last band of upstarts had the same reaction. I love it when we’re all on one page.”

Connor frowns, wondering if some other group of runaway unwinds had made it here before them to be the ‘band of upstarts’ Heartland referred to. He hadn’t seen anyone in the airspace above them when he landed, and certainly Connor would have heard if someone sprung Heartland’s trap a few standard hours ago, but then it occurs to him that Heartland isn’t mentioning events earlier that day at all.

No, Heartland is recollecting the last group of kids who tried to act as heroes for the galaxy. Connor hasn’t heard of any in a while, but even without the Collective’s propensity for propaganda whitewashing everything into blank silence, the last batch of would-be saviors would have been around decades ago. Heartland could be referring to infinite rounds of kids who didn’t want to die, all stretching back for centuries.

How many unwinds have stood in this exact spot? How many generations of children have tried to kill off Heartland or his policies but failed? Connor and Risa are far from the first, nor, judging by the fact that they’ve already been caught, will they be the last. This cycle will go on forever, as surely as a thousand suns rise and set across the galaxy, as certainly as the never ending rotation of fresh organs from the body of a child into the frame of an adult. Teenagers will rise out of obscurity, challenge the notion that the young should die for the wastefulness of the old, and then they will be struck down all because one man has cheated them of their last resource: time.

Of course Dorian Heartland wins every round. He has the luxury of knowing the full story every time. Heartland knows how the rebellions start, so he can crush them in their infancy. He knows how the last stragglers turn into martyrs, so he can lay expert traps and avoid their attempts to save their friends. Starkey’s little attack may have caught him off-guard, and Connor may have been able to run from him once, but now Heartland has had time to consider their strategies and plan accordingly. Dozens of Connors have tried to make a stand, and Heartland has killed them every time. What is Connor now but one more replacement? Heartland is swapping out another one of his parts: the rebel, the fighter, the loose end in his plans. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.

Connor feels his stomach roll, low and heavy. He wants to scream and scream until the sickness leaves his body and goes into Heartland, until Dorian Heartland of old-Earth and always having enough remembers what it’s like to crave survival more than anything else.

Instead, he rocks back and forth on his heels twice, trying to force himself to stay under control. He’s got to stall so he has time to plan. Connor can hear slight rustling on the paths surrounding them. The other park visitors are conspicuously not looking their way, leading him to believe that they’ve been planted here to alert Heartland to their eventual presence without tipping off Connor and Risa that anything was wrong. That means everyone here will try to stop them if they run, plus more soldiers are likely on the way. There’s a clear opening somewhere behind Heartland, a path out of the park and into the surrounding streets, but they’d have to get past Heartland first.

In order to give himself an opportunity to conjure up an escape plan, though, Connor needs what he has always lacked: more time. He stares at Heartland, and asks, “How did you find us, then? Did you put a tracker in my blood while you had me in your hospital?”

Heartland scoffs. “And risk damaging the product like that? Certainly not. I will admit, you had me worried when you threw yourself from the window, but as it turns out, I didn’t have to worry. You wanted yourself intact as much as I did.”

Risa scowls protectively. “Don’t act as if you cared about his survival. You just want his pieces.”

Heartland turns to her with an affronted stare. Immediately, Connor wants to say something stupid so the man will focus on him instead. Nothing good comes of Heartland’s gaze, Connor can say that for certain.

“Oh, and you care so much more? Risa Megan Ward, abandoned to a State Home when you were a child. You value the Akron AWOL more than I do? Not just because his survival ensures that you’ll end up alive?”

Risa meets his gaze coolly. “You’re wrong,” she says simply. “I don’t have to prove a damn thing to you. Connor trusts me and I trust him.”

Her expression is completely certain, but Connor swears he still sees her relax microscopically when he adds on, “You can’t turn us against each other, Heartland. Save your tricks for someone who cares.”

Heartland just shrugs. “You’d be surprised how many battle-scarred partners in survival will abandon each other for the opportunity to live. It’s worked before.”

Not for us, Connor thinks decisively. Like every other AWOL before him, he believes at once that the two of them will be the first to actually make it work.

Dorian Heartland ignores this, unaware or perhaps simply not caring that yet another round of teenagers believes that they can save themselves. He’s seen it often enough that it probably doesn’t even register. “No, Connor, I couldn’t track you. I simply had to lay a trap. I was going to ransom your friends from the Graveyard so you’d come to me, but you beat me to it.”

Connor realizes he’s referring to the massacre at the harvest colony. “That wasn’t us,” he blurts out before registering belatedly that he probably shouldn’t give away more than Heartland expressly tells him.

Heartland, however, doesn’t seem surprised by this. “Oh, I know. My men arrived perhaps a few standard hours after you left. They checked the security holos and saw both the attack and your shocked reaction. I must admit, however, that I already guessed it wasn’t you. You two didn’t seem the type for tasteless bloodshed.”

“As opposed to the tasteful bloodshed of unwinding?” Connor fires back. He can see Risa eyeing the exits as well. She’s always been good at planning; so long as he keeps Heartland talking, he gives her more chances to save them. If there’s one thing Connor can do, though, it’s talk. This is fine. It has to be.

Heartland sighs. “You must let go of this unnatural fear of yours, Connor,” he chides. “You don’t run around screaming at cosmic pilots for transcending humanity by exposing people to the horrors of spaceflight, do you? Even though the risks from accidentally entering a wormhole or dying star are far more gruesome than a clinical distribution.”

Connor stares at him, bewildered. “Those aren’t even remotely the same thing. Get better metaphors.”

“If you insist,” Heartland remarks, looking vexingly unbothered by this, “I’ll tell my surgeons to have my next cranial implant come from a writer or a poet. Will that make you feel better?”

Connor wants to tell Heartland in no uncertain terms that something that would make him feel better would involve Connor’s fist going somewhere very nonclinical indeed, but Risa places a gentle hand on his arm, a quiet reminder to cool it, and he manages to swallow back the anger before it consumes him entirely.

“So,” Connor says, fighting the urge to scream, “The trap. It didn’t work.”

Heartland arches a brow dubiously. “Of course it did. You’re here.”

Connor shakes his head, exasperated yet again by the man’s wording. “No, no. The trap with the Graveyard kids. We’re going chronologically. It failed because everyone in the colony was taken.”

“Did it?” Heartland remarks. “Because I still have all of my distributes back with me.”

Too late, Connor realizes that he’s misread the situation again. “Starkey already came back here,” he whispers quietly. “You got them back.”

“Of course I did,” Heartland says mildly. “He fell for the same lie you did. Funny, no matter the technique– blood or bargaining– both of you dropped all of your good sense the moment you heard there were distributes about to die.”

Risa lets out a slow gasp. “You have everybody?”

Strangely enough, Heartland wavers slightly before he answers. “Yes.”

“No,” Connor guesses. “You don’t. Someone escaped. He’s got a big group, someone could have slipped through the cracks.”

At the bright flash of warning in Heartland’s eyes, Connor knows he’s struck it right. Risa grins. “Starkey got away didn’t he? Little starspawn always puts himself first.”

Heartland’s mood has gone sour, and when he starts to move forward, Connor knows that the time for monologuing is over. “It doesn’t matter. He can’t run far. I have you, I have his supporters. All of you will be in pieces by the end of the week. A few hours in between captures makes no difference to me.”

Connor grabs Risa’s hand, throwing himself forward towards the gap he’d seen earlier. Immediately, a few passersby try to block their passage, but they’re both running now, as fast as they can. Connor knocks into somebody as he hurtles back through the park, but he doesn’t check to see who it was. Anyone who isn’t Risa is an enemy now, and anyone in their path will be trampled on their way to freedom.

Something whistles over Connor’s shoulder and buries itself in a nearby synth-hedge. He recognizes the slim dart as he passes, calling out to Risa in between gasps for air, “They’re shooting tranqs at us! Be careful.”

“Always am,” Risa growls under her breath, pulling him around a tight corner.

The tall gate marking the entrance of the park is within sight, and Connor puts on an extra burst of speed, willing them to get there. They can lose the guards in the streets if they have to, but right now, with everyone so close behind them, there’s no way they could last forever.

As he thinks this, Connor hears a tranq gun fire somewhere behind them, plus the whistle as the dart flies through the air. A quiet thunk sounds, and since Connor can’t feel any pain, he assumes it’s another miss, right up until the point when Risa stumbles and starts to fall.

Immediately, he starts to panic. Connor catches her before she hits the ground. As he helps her up, his hands brush the dart sticking out of her shoulder. “No,” he mutters urgently. Connor needs Risa to be able to run. It’ll be tricky to carry her unconscious body as he sprints through the city, trying to shake the Juvey-cops, but Connor has made the last year or so banking on similar impossibilities. For Risa, he might as well stop distribution altogether while he’s at it.

Clutching Risa to him, Connor stumbles through the gate. They’ll get out, they have to. Risa’s body slides from his arms the second before he’s past the twin iron bar doors, though. Already over the threshold, he spins around to retrieve her, but the doors of the gate slam shut in his face. Belatedly, he realizes that Risa is the one who pulled herself free, and it is Risa now who is locking the gate between the two of them, making sure that no one else can get out. More specifically, she is ensuring that Connor cannot get her back.

Connor tugs desperately at the metal bars of the gate, but they don’t budge. Risa has grabbed a synth-vine from the ground and is knotting it around the handles, taking extra precautions to avoid them opening.

“No!” He screams, voice raw. “Don’t you do this to me, Risa. Don’t you leave me. You promised.”

Connor feels like a child begging for something he can’t have. You promised. But they had promised, both of them, they’d sworn they’d either make it out of this alive or die together. Yet here Risa is now, locking herself and the Juveys on the other side of a wall from him.

Risa tries to answer, but already, her words are slurring, her movements impeded as the tranq works its way through her system. “You– you can’tttt– get both of us outt,” she tells him. “Save yoursellllfff, Connnnnnor. Like you did for meee.”

Connor yells that he won’t do it, he won’t, but the Juveys are upon her already, dragging Risa’s unconscious body back from the doors. It’s too late to save her, and as a gate farther down the length of the park opens up, spilling out cops onto the street about half a block from Connor, he knows that he can’t waste her sacrifice, either.

So, hating himself with every step he takes away from her, Connor turns and runs down the street, pushing himself faster and faster. Connor swears that half of his life has been running at this point. He wonders if he’ll ever stop. He wonders if he will ever forgive himself for not being the one to sacrifice himself for Risa again. He wants to tell her that he wasn’t worth this, not at the cost of her, but she can’t hear him anymore.

Connor skids down a series of alleyways. There are guards everywhere, it feels like, breathing down his back and drawing closer to him with every step he takes. Connor pulls himself up a rickety fire escape so he can use the roofline to skirt over a high gate. After that, it’s easier to drop into a new set of alleys, to cling to the shadows, to shove a hand over his mouth to muffle the wild gasps for breath as the cops go thundering past. Connor’s good at hiding, but hiding won’t save anyone but himself.

Connor sags back against the grimy wall of the back alley as reality comes crashing in again. Risa is gone. The Deadmen who managed to escape their harvest colony when Starkey saved them have been captured once again. Connor is well and truly on his own. What can one boy do to save all of his friends from dying?

Heartland would tell him nothing. Connor’s brain is telling him nothing too, but his heart whispers a different story. He can’t give up hope, not now. Hundreds of AWOLs are counting on him to break them out. Even if it kills him, Connor can at least try.

He pokes his head out of the shadow, risking a glance into the relatively dim light of the alleyway. He doesn’t hear anything, nor see any crowds of Juvey-cops waiting on him, so he creeps out a little farther, taking careful, treacherous steps down the alley and into the sun again.

Connor emerges onto a quiet scene. He can see streets unfurling somewhere in the distance. In between them, an abandoned court for some sports game that was too expensive to make it over to the OH-10 sector. Connor pads onto the smooth ground. He can’t tell what material it is, just firm enough to make him feel like the ground is solid beneath his feet, but giving just enough that he won’t risk injury.

Is this what it means to live at the heart of Centerworld? Forget the synth-gardens and false flowers; they can create entire worlds for themselves, custom-tailor planets and star systems to fit their plans. No wonder Heartland could get away with rewriting his physical body. There is no limit to innovation here, and no limit to how much they’ll strip away from the outer systems to make that happen.

Connor makes it halfway across the court before someone calls his name.

“Connor. Long time, no see.”

The words make the hairs on the back of Connor’s neck stand up. He hasn’t heard that voice in a while, but he’d recognize it anywhere. Even from somewhere behind him in the creeping metal tunnels of the Graveyard. Even glitchy and broken up from a security holo. Even now, on a planet that belongs to neither of them.

Starkey.

Connor turns around slowly, hands raising from his sides to be ready for whatever trouble is about to come his way. “What do you want?”

Starkey chuckles. His hair has gotten brighter since Connor saw him last; lighter, closer to gold than red, like a fire that’s heightened to an inferno. Connor certainly feels as if he’s a bit of pitch and charcoal, crumbling away to ash. How is it fair that Starkey had time to sit around and re-dye the locks while Connor was hurling from star system to star system in an effort to save the people he holds dear? It’s impossible. This confrontation was not supposed to happen yet. Connor needs to direct all of his focus towards saving Risa. There is no room in his plan for tangling with Starkey.

Starkey, like usual, does not seem like he cares much about what Connor wants. “That’s rude, you know. I thought you’d have kinder words for an old friend.”

“We’re not friends,” Connor spits. “Not since you had your little show on that harvest colony.”

Starkey’s grin broadens, clearly delighted. “You saw that? I was wondering if you would. Do you have any constructive criticism? I mean, you’re the king for taking down Juveys, you did do it first, but I think I did mine with a bit more flavor. You were never willing to commit. You can’t save the unwinds without willing to do whatever it takes.”

“And butchery is whatever it takes?” Connor asks dryly. “Funny, I thought that’s what we were trying to stop in the first place.”

Starkey’s incandescent smile flicks out in a second. Connor still feels like the manic grin was creepier than the dead stare, though. At least now, Connor knows what’s coming. They’re not friends and they never have been. The sooner Starkey put away the adoring fan image, the better.

“Don’t tell me you miss the doctors who would have unwound us,” he hisses. “They wanted us in pieces, Connor. They would have taken your organs in a heartbeat, and they sure as sunfire wouldn’t be crying for you like you are for them. Niceness won’t get you anywhere. They don’t have a moral compass, so why should I?”

“It’s not just the distributors you have to win over, it’s the entire galaxy.” Connor tells him. “Can’t you see that? No one will agree to stop distribution if they’re terrified of us. We have to convince people in every single star system that we deserve saving, but so long as you’re bombing out harvest colonies, that’s not going to happen. You have to play the long game.”

Starkey’s eyes flash, and Connor is briefly reminded of the flare of the exploding engines back on the Graveyard right before the whole place went nuclear. “No, Connor, you’re the one who doesn’t get it. They’ll only respond to shows of force. If we stay quiet, we’re easy to ignore. Look, right now I’ll give you the opportunity to take it back. This is your chance for redemption. You’ve been afraid of getting your hands dirty for too long. I’ve never been scared. There are no shades of gray, just black and white. You’re with them or you’re with me. Pick who you want to be, Connor, but either way, you’re not walking out of here as anything but one of my men.”

Connor’s breath feels harsh in his lungs, grating against his ribcage. He can’t join Starkey, he can’t, but what if this is the only way? “One of your men? I wasn’t aware you had an army.”

Starkey’s lip curls. “We’re better than that. They’d follow me everywhere. See, I watched you, Connor. I watched you for a year in the Graveyard. I saw what you did. Those kids loved you, even though you didn’t deserve it. I couldn’t wrap my head around why they’d willingly devote themselves to someone who clearly wasn’t willing to go all the way, but then it hit me. Everyone loves a hero. So I made myself one.”

The dots are connecting in Connor’s head, but the picture they reveal is far more terrible than he’d ever envisioned. “That’s why you sent that message through Hayden’s radio frequency, isn’t it? It wasn’t an accident, you wanted the Juvey-cops to find us. You wanted a showdown.”

“Of course I did,” Starkey sneers. “I’d been planning it for weeks. No accident there. The second the Juveys were sighted, I directed all of my closest followers plus a few extra kids towards one of the shuttles that was still docked in the Graveyard. We got out before shots were even fired. After that, it was easy to track down the harvest colony. Once I swooped in and saved the day, they loved me more than they’ll ever love you. Best decision I ever made.”

Connor wants to kill him. “Sentencing hundreds of kids to distribution, destroying the Graveyard, killing the Admiral– that was the best decision you ever made? People died in the riots. Dozens have already been unwound. All so you could get some hero worship.”

Starkey just shrugs. “Every battle has its casualties. We’re still alive, aren’t we? I knew you would pull through anyway. I hate to say it, but I was counting on it. I always use you to spring the trap. I slipped up this time, I tried to free the kids first, but next time I’ll let you challenge that weirdo before me so I can get it right.”

“What do you mean, next time?” Connor asks, voice tightening. “Just what are you planning?”

Starkey spreads his arms theatrically. “I’m ending it. No more distribution. It was one thing to take out a harvest colony, but with the amount of explosives I’ve got on my ship, I could take out this whole damn city.”

Connor tenses up. “You’re not just targeting the distributors. You want to kill the civilians, too.”

Starkey chuckles remorselessly. “Of course I do. You think I give a damn about Centerworld? Look around you, Connor. Look how much they have that we don’t. This is what they deserve. It’s what we deserve. We’re going to bomb them to pieces. Maybe then they’ll have a deeper appreciation for what it’s like to be unwound.”

“No,” Connor breaks out. “You can’t. He captured Risa. I have to get her back first.”

Starkey lifts a shoulder. “I don’t care, I’m not stopping for one girl. Now come on. You’re either with me,” he says slowly, drifting closer to Connor again, “or you’re against me. Make your choice.”

Connor shakes his head. “I’m not joining you, Starkey. If you’ve been watching me this long, you know there’s no way I’d do anything to risk Risa. You killed my friends. You’re no better than the rest of them.”

Starkey’s face shuts down. “Actually, I was about to say the same thing about you.”

Connor sees the flash of Starkey’s hand to his belt right before the first shot rings out. Connor only just manages to drop to the ground and catch himself in a tight roll to the side. He hears the bullet whistle over his head and realizes that Starkey isn’t bothering with tranqs. Only one of them will be leaving this place alive, and since Starkey is the one with the gun, it isn’t looking great for Connor.

Another shot goes in the ground just a few inches from Connor’s head. He springs to his feet, racing towards the nearest exit. Already, the sound of gunfire is attracting attention: a few heads poke out of nearby windows, and Connor can see the distant silhouettes of passersby pointing out the two of them.

“Stop this,” Connor urges. “I’m not your enemy, you idiot. You’re going to get the Juveys on us again.”

“They’ll only find your body,” Starkey challenges, and fires again.

Swearing violently, Connor throws himself around a corner. The bullet hits the wall, sending forth a shower of sparks and loose debris.

“Come out, Connor, come out,” Starkey calls, his tone a mocking sing-song beat.

Obviously Connor is not about to do this, so he drifts further down the side of the wall. Starkey is just on the other side of him, about to fire again and end it for real, and then his eyes widen and his mouth goes slack with shock.

Too late, Connor peers past him and sees that Juvey-cops have broken into the scene. One is lowering a tranq gun. As Starkey slumps over, Connor can see the dart embedded in his back. Quickly, the cops rush over and restrain him, hauling the boy to his feet. Starkey tries to fight back, but the tranq is slowing him down and it’s easy for the Juvey-cops to get him under control.

Starkey locks eyes with Connor as they drag him away. All of a sudden, his jaw unhinges and he starts to scream at the top of his lungs, spittle flying from his mouth with the force of his yells. “Wait, stop! He’s the one you want, not me! Connor Lassiter is right in front of you. You can get the fucking Akron AWOL. Kill him! Kill Connor! He’s your enemy. He’s the one you want.”

Connor’s eyes widen, and he presses himself further into the shadows. Starkey redoubles his efforts to break free, writhing in the arms of the Juvey-cops even as they pull him farther from Connor. “Get Connor!” Starkey screams again. “You don’t even want me. I didn’t do anything to you. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fault. Fuck the Juveys. Fuck Centerworld. I’m just a kid.”

Nausea threatens to black him out, and Connor has to press a hand against his mouth to bring himself under control. Starkey disappears down the street, but the rest of the Juveys don’t follow him out of the court. Instead, a few exchange glances, then start to head Connor’s way, evidently wanting to see what Starkey was talking about just in case.

Sunfire. Not what he wanted. Connor turns to run for what might be the hundredth time today, but he has no idea where to go. He’s out of the alleys now. All that’s left is the street lined with luxurious houses, and anyone watching from their gilded windows could tell the Juveys where Connor went. He starts moving anyway, a brisk walk turning into a jog, but there’s nowhere to hide out here.

So he thinks, at least, until a hand latches onto his and starts to drag him away. Connor’s first instinct is to fight, but then he realizes that this mysterious stranger is leading him farther from the cops, not towards them, and he slackens his grip. He doesn’t recognize the teenager, nor the one who joins them half a block down, nor the one at the door of a house who ushers them all through the door and into the relative safety of the building.

Connor does, however, recognize the blond tween who’s waiting for him inside. It’s been a long time since they crossed paths, but when Connor gapes at the boy in front of him, the name that rises to his lips is still the correct one:

“Lev?”

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JK Rowling has said that everything would have been different for Tom Riddle if Merope had lived. So how exactly do you think his life would have gone differently? Would he still become Voldemort?

JKR says a lot of things.

Had Merope lived, I think she would have left Tom at the orphanage anyway. She had nothing to offer him, at the orphanage he would at least have food and shelter.

I imagine she didn't think Tom would have magic at all. She was raised to believe that pure blood gives power, and that she's a weak little disappointment. She married a Muggle, so with a father like Tom Riddle and a mother such as her, how could the child ever be magical?

Putting Tom in the orphanage meant ensuring that the wizarding world couldn't touch him, and giving him his father's name and her father's unique middle name meant Tom Sr. could find him.

Perhaps I'm giving her a lot of credit here, but... there's no indication Merope was stupid. Uneducated, yes, and not a powerful witch, but she was destitute before she was poor. Being swindled by Mr. Burke, for instance, who gave her ten galleons for Slytherin's locket isn't necessarily a sign of stupidity or gullibility so much as desperation. If you're starving, pregnant, and have nowhere to go, you're not really in a place to stand around haggling for prices or going from vendor to vendor trying to get better prices. It's an accomplishment that she was able to get to Borgin and Burke's in the first place, and if she'd made it difficult for Mr. Burke he could have simply taken it from her. One quick obliviate, and Merope has no locket and no galleons.

We know very little of the person Merope was, is what I'm saying. What we do know is that she chose to give birth at an orphanage, even though she didn't know for sure she would die.

Had she lived, I imagine she would have left Tom in the orphanage and gone off to figure out what to do with herself. She'd find herself a job someplace, I imagine, and more or less get by. The Riddles receive a letter stating a son has been born.

Perhaps, should life be kind to her she finds herself able to return for her son. Even then, though, she might decide he was better off without her, or else assumes that Tom Sr. came for his son.

There's a oneshot to be written where she ends up working at Borgin and Burke's, stacking goods or whatnot, and seventeen years later Mr. Burke hires a new shop clerk straight out of Hogwarts, I'm sure.

#merope gaunt #harry potter #harry potter meta #tom riddle

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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs — Stiles/Peter {Part 2}

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"Get the Facts Straight" (E) by Udunie | 6,773 | Derek gave him a withering look. “Don’t reverse Malfoy me, Uncle Peter… And anyway, what if I tell her about this?” What. “About what?” Derek propped his chin up, fluttering his lashes. “Oh, mom! I saw Peter talking to an omega today! He bought him a coffee! He told him all about what a bigshot lawyer he is!” “Oh, shut up,” Peter growled. He hated his family.

"sentire" (T) by snowdarkred | 1,027 | Stiles hears the whisper of death before it strikes.

"reflect" (T) by snowdarkred | 569 | When he dreams, he can sometimes still hear his mother’s voice, explaining it to him: Reflections are the price we pay for what we are.

"nips and nibbles" (T) by Potrix | 3,838 | 5 times people aren't sure if Stiles is telling the truth about how he got turned, plus the 1 time everyone knows he just has to be lying.

"Loan Wolves" (E) by veterization | 117,313 | At seventeen, Stiles' mother dies, and suddenly, with bills piling up, Stiles and his father are in financial straits. Enter Peter Hale, the loan shark.

"a new fun fair" (M) by 1001cranes | 3,997 | Series of ficlets set in alternate universes centered around Peter Hale & Stiles.

"Holding it Together Like a Rubber Band" (E) by sparrow_ink | 979 | During the day, Peter is the Alpha they need. Because at night, Stiles holds him together by letting Peter take him apart. All Stiles wants is to take care of his mate and his pack.

"Right Down to Your Sweetness" (M) by bookwormywriter | 831 | Stiles isn't exactly sure why he came here.

"Transactions" (M) by Llama | 4,046 | Stiles has his own 'superpower', but sometimes he forgets the implications of that.

"Dancing to a Different Tune" (E) by Llama | 985 | Stiles and Peter don't have a relationship, but they do have a lot of beginnings.

"Do not go where I cannot follow" (E) by accounting | 7,148 | With Peter, there was always something behind the sass and biting remarks, but now there’s a pull that’s simply undeniable to something so beautiful and monstrous, a man who could rip him to pieces, but taking him apart with pleasure and pain, one whimper and moan at a time instead. "Yours has a unique scent. I would know it anywhere. Just like your anger, and your fear." he leans forward, his nose just barely touching the sweaty skin beneath Stiles’ jaw, "But you're not afraid right now."

"take me (somewhere we can be alone)" (M) by willowcrowned | 2,730 | A low growl sounds in Peter’s throat, eyes flashing a bright, unnatural blue. Then, because Stiles definitely overdid it on the champagne, it takes another three seconds for him to put that together with the total lack of drunk people and the very careful way everyone is avoiding getting their scent on anyone else. “Oh my god,” Stiles says, the press of Peter’s lips and teeth only a vague footnote in his subconscious as the hysteria takes hold, “I crashed a werewolf wedding.”

"build-a-beau" (E) by veterization | 41,564 | Sick of being nagged about being single, college student Stiles turns to an Internet service that gives him the illusion of having a boyfriend. Said boyfriend is pretty damn interesting, and things basically go downhill from there.

"e-Missary" (M) by DiscontentedWinter | 6,836 | Peter Hale has a tension headache building behind his eyes, a nephew who has picked the wrong time to have a crisis of conscience, and a bound and gagged college freshman in the trunk of his car as he speeds north along Highway 101. This is not how he intended his weekend to go, but Peter is nothing if not adaptable.

"becoming who we are" (E) by DarkIsRising | 5,281 | It’s been days since the funeral. Longer since he’d boarded a plane back to Beacon Hills. Longer still since the call from the hospital had come in looking to talk to Noah Stilinski’s next of kin.

"Hey Lover, I Got a Sugarcane" (E) by pibroch | 17,306 | “Put Peter on the phone,” Stiles says, too sharp to be polite. “What?” Derek sounds completely thrown. “Stiles, I don’t think— Okay, you’re obviously not understanding what’s happening here. Peter isn’t talking. He’s basically just growling at this point, and he’s rounding on anyone that gets too close.”

"No Secrets" (E) by mswhich | 9,935 | Stiles gets hit by a truth spell that makes him want to spill all his darkest, deepest secrets. Derek, knowing how dangerous this can be, hides him away in the loft while he goes to ask Deaton for help. Which is when Peter Hale finds him.

"You're Bacon Me Crazy" (G) by Mysenia | 756 | Stiles + pet pig = a (date) meal with Peter.

"the soft animal of your body" (T) by finnickyfox | 3,694 | “Which one is the ugly duckling?” Stiles smacks his chest. “Of course you’d ask that. It’s not the outside that matters, but the inside.” Peter snorts. “If that’s true, we’re fucked.” Stiles laughs. A few nights later, he sleepily mumbles, “Your insides aren’t so bad, Peter Hale.”

"Get Off (Me)" (E) by KouriArashi | 77,077 | Stiles hates being left behind with Peter while the pack is fighting monsters, because he never knows exactly what Peter will get up to.

"Brutal, Bloody Revenge" (T) by Arvak | 24,306 | Stiles travels back in time in order to save everyone he loves, but accidentally goes a bit too far. Now he's stuck in the body of his 17 year old self with the knowledge of every good and bad thing that will happen in the next ten years. Oh, and Peter is suspicious and far too intelligent for his own good.

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"Baring It All" (M) by Arvak | 5,317 | "I'm fine, you know. I don't actually need a baby-sitter," Stiles insisted. To say that interaction with Peter was tedious was a vast understatement. Stiles can't say he doesn't normally enjoy it - it's a nice change from the bland back and forth he has with anyone else. At least Peter keeps things interesting. But it is still Peter; a psychopathic, manipulative, homicidal maniac. His nicknames are Zombiewolf and Creeperwolf and Satan-In-A-V-Neck for a reason!

"Kink Caboodle, Chapter 20" (E) by Triangulum | 241 | He tilts his head to the side, baring his neck. Peter's claws prick against Stiles's side, making him shiver. "Come on, Alpha," Stiles says, voice ragged. "Don't you want everyone to know I'm yours?"

"Kink Caboodle, Chapter 25" (T) by Triangulum | 962 | Stiles is attacked because Peter's attention slips for one second. He's pulling a particularly feral beta off of Derek when the alpha of the rival pack sinks his dirty fangs into Stiles' shoulder, snapping his collarbone. Peter goes ballistic.

"On Body Disposal and Other Crimes" (M) by Triangulum | 1,950 | Stiles sighs, unlocking his phone. It’s 4:00 a.m. and this isn’t a call he wants to make, but between a lot of bad options, this one sucks the least. He presses call and waits for Peter’s grumpy growl. “What do you want?” Peter’s voice is a displeased rumble. "Where's your body dump?" Stiles asks.

"In Case of Emergency, Call..." (T) by aurevell | 9,246 | Peter only finds out he’s Stiles’s emergency contact when the hospital calls.

"That's it, darling." (E) by bonerkiller | 1,184 | The water falling on them has grown cold now, but Stiles can't bring himself to care, not when Peter's own supernatural body heat is keeping him warm. He can feel the tight grip of Peter's fingers digging into his hips as he pins Stiles to the tiled wall, his breath on his wet skin.

"A Curious Magic" (E) by Triangulum | 25,155 | It’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down Stiles' spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

"until the stars burn out the morning sky" (M) by rospeaks | 2,546 | Derek puts Peter on a probationary period before allowing him to join the pack, and says that he has to check in with Stiles. When Peter fails to check in one too many times, Stiles goes to track him down. “I'm just looking for a guy. Peter, you know. older, arrogant, reeking of smug charm?”

"Centrefold" (M) by gemjam | 1,988 | Stiles started modelling to earn money in college. It was thanks to Peter that he even knew werewolf softcore porn was a thing.

"then i became greedy" (T) by rospeaks | 738 | “Let me guess,” Stiles says teasingly, rising up to his knees, almost hovering over Peter. “If I ever need to blow off some steam again, you’re just one phone call away? I know better.”

"Feel the Tide Turning" (E) by rospeaks | 3,893 | He'd understood, and when the opportunity to run came, he ran. Stiles tries not to feel shame for that, but when he sees Scott waiting for him outside of the baggage claim, he can't quite match him, smile for smile.

More to be added.

#fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fic recs #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf fics #stiles x peter #peter hale #stiles stilinski

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Can you write a post about your opinions on who would TOP and who would BOTTOM in Seventeen in a relationship with a male reader? I have just come across your blog and I am hooked, cause it is almost impossible to find people, who write male readers for Seventeen. You are a treasure we need to protect at all costs.

SEUNGCHEOL - An obvious top. I genuinely can't imagine him being able to do or rather endure anything else, even if he wholeheartedly tried to fulfill your wish of calling the tune for once, he simply wouldn't be able to lay there and be bossed around by someone. Dirty talk on top just as much as he is.

JEONGHAN - switch leaning more toward the top, a unique sort of switch let's just say because, with him, it really depends on who is the other person. He can master being an absolute pillow princess, fussing and whining all the time (and still somehow managing to throw orders around and have a fit when things are not going his way), but he can also be a merciless top. And I mean the merciless part. He comes off as someone, who would be kinda selfish in bed or rather an unbearable tease - huge Loki vibes, just saying.

JOSHUA - top, but a soft one. Don't get it wrong, he would be able to throw you around (I mean, have you seen those man tiddies?) or be slightly mean if you had pushed his buttons, but most of the time he would be very considerate of both of your needs and be strict just enough. Definitely someone who would shower you with a ton of sweet talks and touches during it.

JUN - top, though he wouldn't struggle with letting someone else take a bit of the lead. Just like Jeonghan, I feel like this one can be mean to a point, where you would be bawling your eyes out and he would be wholeheartedly enjoying every second of it.

HOSHI - switch leaning more towards the bottom. Another person, I can imagine being extremely vocal about basically everything that is done or mainly not done to him in bed. He would throw a ton of wishes around, perhaps stubbornly assert one or two commands, but at the end of the day, he would really just want to be pampered in any possible way.

WONWOO - top. The fact that he is mostly a softie, doesn't mean he can't run the show in bed in a great fashion as a top. Similarly to Joshua, he would be able to deliver impeccable vanilla, but on certain days also something significantly more spicy, and unlike Joshua, make it genuinely intense. Like have you seen this man get angry? You don't want to piss him off. Or perhaps you do if you are one of the kinky ones. Also, something tells me that this man is an absolute master of dirty talk, much like Seungcheol.

WOOZI - top. Don't let the size fool you, this guy would be an absolute menace. I would actually put him on a similar level to Seungcheol because he just has this vibe, that he knows what he is doing at all times and can be scarily inventive with the ways of making both of you finish.

DOKYEOM - switch. I feel like he is acting like a top more than he actually is and that he actually enjoys being on the bottom more at times, though he would certainly know what to do if fate threw a lead into his hands. As I see it, he would be rather harmless, even if he tried to be nasty to you, it wouldn't actually be fierce and if he was infuriated with you for some reason and you were trying to make up in bed, it would be more of a silent treatment without any additional kisses and soft touches than something rough.

MINGYU - top, though just like Joshua a soft one. Someone who doesn't entirely realize the potential he has - for some reason, I imagine him as someone who is rather clumsy and is yet to master using all of his body (and mainly strength) potential, also someone who probably has a hefty amount of experience but is yet to realize all the lessons it had given him. He is also probably a streaky sort of guy, meaning that he is frequently changing between being a softie and perhaps a little too intense without realizing it.

MINGHAO - switch leaning more towards the top. In the past, I would have said that more towards the bottom, but recently I feel like he has gained so much confidence and nerve, and that it has probably also reflected in the way he presents himself in the sheets. The entire Tumblr has at this point agreed that he must be pretty kinky, at least when it comes to the shibari, and I agree with it. Just like Jeonghan, he is probably a huge tease that has his way with words, which is absolutely maddening if you are on the other end of the stick.

SEUNGKWAN - switch leaning more towards the top. Much like Hoshi, he is vocal about everything and can become a pillow princess for certain individuals, but I imagine him as slightly more bossy overall, someone who would actually relish being on top, though wouldn't say no to bottoming if he knew that the other person will give him a time of his life.

VERNON - switch and changing it from individual to individual. Either way, he wouldn't be intense in either position, always more listening than talking, I don't even think he is particularly kinky, for some reason I really imagine just plain, perhaps at times too plain approach from him, nothing too inventive, nothing too crazy, going with what he knows works and satisfies as he feels no need to explore and broaden his horizons in this aspect.

DINO - top and proud of it. At times too eager for his own good, really curious, and like Mingyu maybe even slightly clumsy on certain occasions. You would definitely not be bored with him, that's for sure, and you would also be probably surprised or rather downright shocked by just how much he knows and can do to someone.

#seventeen #svt #kpop male reader #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop masterlist #kpop

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 58- Fan Sign

Chapter Summary: BTS attend a fansign and Jennie deals with more discrimination as OT7 supporters skip and ignore her during the fan sign. Jennie meets and hangs with Sam Okyere

Words: 5,000+

Genre: Some angst due to mean words from anti fans towards Jennie but ends in fluff!!

Author's Note: Not sure if they are still active on Tumblr but years ago the outfits were made by Darling-Illustrated! So credit to them! Thank you again for your creativity :) @darlings-illustrated

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Jennie sat near the end of the table, in between Rapmon and J-Hope for another BTS fan sign. The American had a love/hate relationship with fan signs because there were bad seeds that didn’t like her and only wanted to support the boys. Over the years she has tried hard to make a name for herself. She did not want to be some forgotten member of the group. She seemed to have done well, making an impact as an African American in Seoul but it was inevitable that people just did not like her.

Most of the time, she did not like attending these fan signs and wished that there could be a way that she didn’t have to go. There were usually some OT7 supporters that tended to ignore her and skip her at fan signs, making her feel some type of way.

It sucked and it hurt.

It is 2015.

Why are you still bitter that a young woman is with a group of guys? Professionally performing?

She didn’t do anything wrong but there were a bunch of antis that just did not like her because she was a girl in BTS.

What can you do?

It was the same reasons.

It’s a dumb idea, why would anyone want this?

This should not happen, it isn’t realistic.

No way in the world they would put a black person in K-Pop.

Jennie had a hard time putting on a poker face as it clearly looked like she didn’t want to be there and was mentally preparing herself for those who were going to skip her during the fan sign. Most fansites of hers would film her reactions and express concern that she looked somewhat troubled when fan signs are supposed to be a happy time.

The members would notice and give her reassuring smiles, hand squeezes and place a hand on her shoulder for support along with encouraging words, which helped her out.

While signing autographs, there were written questions for her as she wrote down answers on sticky notes.

‘On ALLKpop, there was a poll for who is the best looking foreigner in K-Pop. You weren’t on the list. How do you feel about that?’

Mentally preparing for social media to give their opinions on her answer, she wrote, “Honestly, I’m not even surprised but in reality, who cares about a poll about who is the best looking? As long as you know that you’re beautiful, that should be all that matters. No need for a poll to prove that. I wish they’d stop that, tbh.”

Some would probably say that she’s saying this out of spite because she wasn’t on the list, while others would agree and support her answer.

‘What male K-Pop groups have you been listening to lately?’

“I really like GOT7, they’re really cool and make some great music. Also, Monsta X and Seventeen. Ever since I came to South Korea, the members have been getting me into good movies, shows, and music.”

BTS had some unique fans and from time to time fans would like to ask Jennie this question, “Can I touch your hair?” and she would always respond with the same answer with a smile, “No, you cannot, hon.”

Jen liked to see male supporters of Bangtan come to the fan signs. Mainly groups have a bunch of female fans and it was a nice change to see guys pop up at fan signs. And those who were not from Korea. She loved the diversity.

“Jennie! Are you looking for any guys, yet?” one guy had asked her, intertwining his fingers with hers.

“Waiting for one to sweep me off my feet. Perhaps, it’s you?” she teased, making him feel shy.

“I-I hope so! Can we have a staring contest?”

She leaned up close to his face, staring closely into his eyes. As they stared each other down for a few seconds, Jennie ended up blinking and the guy happily celebrated.

When another male fan approached her, she sweetly asked questions like if he had eaten today and how he was doing.

“I heard you like to work out with Jungkook. Let’s arm wrestle to check out your strength.” he proposed

“All righty, you’re on!” she put her arm out, clasped his hand and they began.

Slowly, she brought his arm down and gave herself a pat on the back.

“Ahhh, you’re stronger than I thought. Jungkook will be proud.”

“I hope so too, I’ll be sure to let him know.”

As the fan sign went on, Miss Bangtan continued to write down answers to questions on sticky notes.

‘Who do you think is improving the most in BTS?’

“Jin.” she wrote. “He deserves more recognition. His vocals, his dancing. I’m very proud of him.”

‘Jennie, how did it feel to be a trainee for a short amount of time? Did you feel ready?’

“It was surreal for them to announce me as Miss Bangtan. I did feel ready because they gave me a chance and believed in me to be here. I won’t take it for granted. I will work hard, so keep being a great supporter and give BTS lots of love, mkay?”

When the next fan shifted over to her, Jennie smiled and greeted her. But, the fan rolled her eyes and went to Hobi instead.

‘And here comes the BS...’ she thought with annoyance as her doubts came back.

Jen had heard Hobi ask why the fan skipped her and the fan bluntly replied that she just didn’t like her at all.

“Well, clearly you aren’t a true BTS fan if you don’t support all the members.” Jen bluntly pointed out, causing the girl to get annoyed and toss the album she was getting signed at the table, storming off.

“Wow, really?” she frowned while the rest of the members looked irritated at the fan’s disrespect.

Everyone around them wasn’t too pleased with the behavior either.

“Sorry, munchkin.” Hobi smiled sadly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze

“It’s fine.” she shrugged.

When given another written question that asked, ‘What do you have that is better than the members?’

Jennie wrote, ‘A big booty. Lol.’

‘Ennie-ah! When are you dying your hair?’ was the next written question as she chuckled at the next common question she was asked ever since debut.

She wrote, ‘Good things happen to those who wait. I’ll dye my hair when you least expect it. Soon. I know everyone is anticipating it. It’ll be a color that’ll suit me. Please be excited!’

‘What’s your pre-concert ritual?’

“I used to do cartwheels but now I make sure to eat smarties and do jumping jacks to get the blood flowing. It calms my nerves. I also try to warm up my voice and pray before going on stage.” she wrote on the sticky note.

“I know you get flustered with things like this but I think you’re so cute when you attempt to do it. Can you show me some aegyo?” the next fan requested.

“Ah...” Jennie cringed. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, you do.” the fan giggled

“Okay. Fine.” she made a cute face which made the fan laugh.

When given another written question which was, ‘Would you date a fan?’

Jennie wrote, ‘Love is unpredictable. So yes, if someone catches my eye.’

‘Out of all the members, who would you date?’

‘Jin. He always takes good care of me and cares a lot. His cooking is great, who wouldn’t want to date him? Hahaha, we getting some serious SeokJen today, huh? Hope this feeds the shippers. I know what y’all are up to on Tumblr. Y’all crazy, lol.’

“Jennie, are you dating, right now?” another ARMY asked. When Jen shook her head, they added, “If you liked someone, how would you confess?”

“Hm...I think I’d be in denial first, thinking my mind is just acting silly. But I do want to be straightforward with the guy. I’m not quite sure how yet. Next time I’m asked, I’ll think of a better answer.”

“Who would you marry in BTS?”

“You,” Jen answered with a sweet smile, causing the girl to feel flushed.

The question, ‘Is it true you’re an advocate for Taehyung-ah being in Cypher PT4?’ was written on another sticky note

‘I’m REALLY trying to convince Yoongi but he’s not having it. I’m still persistent.’

‘Have you thought of marriage?’

Everyone liked to ask people this type of question, but Jen honestly did not have a solid answer and wrote, ‘Uh...not really. I'm trying to enjoy being young and getting my life on the right track. I'm not thinking of marriage right now.’

‘Do the members get mad at you if you don’t call them oppa?’

‘Nah. They’re cool about it. I feel weird calling them that. Plus a little disrespectful? But they’re understanding. I don’t like saying that word.’

The next fan approached her as Jen smiled and started signing her autograph.

“Can I ask you a question?” The fan asked

“Yeah, go ahead.”

“Can you leave BTS?”

“What?” she looked up in confusion, after signing her autograph.

“Can you leave the group?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you left a group before. You can do it again. Please do it again. For everyone’s sake. The members don’t even like you. I bet they’re so happy when you’re not around.” the female anti glared at her.

Hobi turned to the anti and frowned. “Hey, that isn’t true. If you have nothing nice to say, you should leave.”

“No, I won’t leave.” she turned back to Jennie. “Truth is, no one likes you, here. You are so irrelevant in the group. It’s so stupid to have a girl in this group. Coed groups never work. It should be seven guys and that’s it. And before you even think about calling me a racist, I’m not. I have black friends. You don’t bring anything to the table. Your singing is annoying, you will never be able to join the rap line, you can’t dance half as well as Jin or Rapmon and your guitar skills will never be great. You are slowing BTS down.”

Security stepped in, to try to escort the girl away but she stood her ground. “If there was going to be a girl in the group, it should at least be an Asian girl. Not no American. You stupid Americans take over everything! Now you wanna come here and take over K-Pop? Just leave K-Pop alone and go away! You are too dark to be in K-Pop. Americans shouldn’t even be in K-Pop. Leave already! You already did once.”

Jennie exhaled slowly, trying so hard not to slap the girl. It wasn’t worth it. But lately, people have been testing her patience.

“Exactly what did I do so wrong to you?” she looked at the Anti fan.

“You’re breathing.”

That was extremely uncalled for and not cool at all. Jennie became so upset that she was this close to grabbing the anti by her hair and dragging her across the table. But that wouldn’t be a good idea for the sake of Bangtan’s public image. She couldn’t do that to the members, no matter how much she wanted to beat the girl’s ass.

So much for positive thinking...

The members began to get upset at how rude the girl was and started to speak up, while the security guards escorted her out.

“I agree with her.” the next fan approached Jennie.

Wow, so this was all planned out?

Jeez. The Lord was testing Jennie today because she really wanted to attack somebody.

“Joining BTS was a mistake for you. I hate how you want everything to be in English.” They went on

‘I never said anything like that.’ Jen thought with annoyance.

That was just another bad rumor to make her look bad. Antis even had #MissBangtanIsCanceled trending on Twitter a few weeks ago.

“You are so rude, you don’t even call them oppa. You think you know everything. It’s like you want to be Korean but you’ll never ever be Korean. And I hope you don’t think you’re going to be dating anyone around here because why would anyone want to date a pig like you.”

“You done...?” Miss Bangtan raised a brow, trying to keep her anger in check.

“No, I’m not done! You don’t know anything about our culture. You are hopeless. I give you until the end of the year before you decide to leave Bangtan. Because all that you are is a weak little girl that decides to leave when things don’t go her way.” the girl stood up from the table and started to yell at her while security interfered. “How dare you waltz into K-Pop? You had such a short training period and that is unfair to all those trainees that worked hard for years and still don’t have a spot in a group. So what did you do to get a spot in Bangtan? Did you have to pay Big Hit for a spot? How can Big Hit choose someone like you? They should’ve made you leave after the whole GLAM scandal in the company. You should go back to your country! Go back to Africa or whatever ditch you came from! I don’t get why anyone would have a black bastard like you in K-Pop.”

It took the strength of God for Jennie to not punch her in the face. That made her angry and it got under her skin. It was also hypocritical of the anti to say that she didn’t deserve the spot in Bangtan when other idols had shorter training periods than her and still gets embraced by fans. For instance, Yeeun from Wonder Girls and even Baekhyun.

What was wrong with people these days? All of this for what?

What was the reason?

They had no solid reason to act this way about her. It was sad and pathetic.

“You know what? You’re making me upset. Take a chill pill.” Miss Bangtan responded. “You have no valid reason why you hate me. I bet the reason you’re doing it is because you’re following what others are doing and it shouldn’t be like that. It’s quite sad you’re acting this way. It’s also unattractive. You are so beautiful but no one is ever going to want to date someone with such a disgusting personality. I’ll be praying for you. I hope one day you can support all of Bangtan and not just seven members. Now, I highly suggest you get out of my face and have a blessed day.”

The girl didn’t have anything to say after that, stunned by her response and was kicked out of the fan sign. The members felt extremely bad about how much discrimination she was getting from those two antis.

Jen was so angry, that some tears began to fall and she quickly wiped them as the fansites continued to film.

“Jennifer.” Namjoon placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Are all Koreans, like this?” she asked and shook her head in disappointment. “Is this going to happen every time we have fan signs? ‘Cause this is very tiring and I don’t feel like catching a case on some of these bad seeds because one day I’m going to snap and beat someone’s ass. And I don’t want to do that but they really trying me, Namjoon. I’m so over this. If they think I’m going to leave because of a few bad seeds, they’re wrong. But this needs to stop, like, now. This has been happening for a couple of years now and I can’t take much more of this. I get it, you don’t like me. I don’t care, it’s reality, and not everyone is going to like someone. But do you have to be this unnecessary?”

As she ranted, Namjoon gave her a pep talk which helped her cool down. After a while, the next fan who approached her looked sympathetic and wiped Jen’s tears from her eyes.

“I apologize on behalf of those rude antis. They are not BTS fans if they can’t support all eight of you. Please don’t let it get to you. I don’t want to see my bias mad or upset.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. I won’t.” Jen began to feel calm as she kept her head up high.

As the fan sign went on, Jennie continued to be in a better mood, having some stickers on her face thanks to some fans, and even was given a Captain American themed headband to wear, which annoyed Jungkook.

“Are you ever going to do any solo work? Like, create a mixtape or a mini album?” she was asked.

“I have a bunch of songs on my laptop that I made over the years but I want to rerecord them when my vocals get better and then I’ll think about releasing them. As of right now, no plans anytime soon. I personally feel like I am not ready for that, yet. I don’t want to release half-assed music for ARMY. Maybe in a few years.”

The next fan had given her a written question and once Jen read it, she chuckled softly.

“Wow. You guys are bold today, aren’t you?” she asked with amusement.

The question was a personal one. Extremely personal. It boldly asked if she was a virgin.

“You don’t have to answer. I just saw this all over the internet and was curious.” The fan responded nervously.

This has also been over social media ever since she debuted. All the assumptions are that she sleeps with the members since she lives in the dorm with them. It was just too much. So, hopefully, this will shut everyone up with the rumors and accusations.

Jen wrote, ‘Yes and I’m aware of all the not safe for work comments about me on social media. Y’all thirsty af. I also have seen the various assumptions about me. The first and last time I am making it clear that I am waiting for someone special instead of hooking up. Hooking up is not my cup of tea. I want an emotional connection with someone. Not something casual. And it is sad to see people look so shocked when they hear that someone like me is a virgin. I don’t think me being a virgin is a big deal. Honestly, who cares? I wish people would stop hypersexualizing black women.’

“Can you speak English for me?” one fan who approached her asked, shyly.

“Thank you for supporting Bangtan. It’s people like you that are the reason that Bangtan is here, today. Also, have you tried smarties? They’re absolutely delicious!” she responded.

“Ahhh your voice! It’s so different from when you speak in Korean. I love you, so much!”

“Aw, thanks, I like to be loved.” Miss Bangtan grinned and shared a laugh with the fan.

The fan had also given her smarties which made her day better.

Another question someone had written was, ’Would you ever get plastic surgery?’

'Nothing against those who get it but no, absolutely not. I don’t want to change anything about myself. I love how my body is, even with the flaws. I’m glad Big Hit loves my natural beauty, unlike one of the other K-pop companies that I auditioned for. One day I'll spill the tea. I'm glad I chose Big Hit, I’ll just keep it at that. To be blunt and honest, the beauty standards here make me sad. We should embrace our natural beauty and not feel obligated to change our looks because of what others want us to look like.’

‘Favorite brands?’ caused Jennie to smile.

‘Nike is my LIFE. It’s a must! As long as you buy me Nike stuff, I’m happy. I also like American Eagle and Forever 21. Oh, and Victoria’s Secret. I love how I look in their expensive af underwear, despite their prices being an arm and a leg. And I like how my butt looks when I wear them LOL. I dunno why but for some reason, I like how some of their red, black and yellow underwear looks on me. I look cute in them. My skin color looks great in those colors. Especially black, I love black. Oh jeez, I think I just gave you Tumblr imagine ideas. Should I be concerned? LOL. It’s cool, I don’t care what you do.’

“Hi, Jennie!” the next fan sweetly greeted her in English, with a bright smile on her face.

The fan looked about her age and was American, which pleasantly surprised her.

“Girl! You came all the way from the USA to see me?” Jennie couldn’t stop smiling at her.

“Of course! I finally get to meet my favorite idol! You are way prettier in person. And I am so happy that I get to tell you how you made me start believing in myself. Thank you for being you 100%. You are so real and I hope you never change. I hope you continue to work hard in Bangtan and stay in K-Pop. True ARMY loves and supports all members. We love you! I hope you know that.”

The fan's words almost made her tear up as she nodded and held her hand.

“Always.”

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A few days after the fan sign, Sam Okyere, whom Jen had been following for a few months now, reached out to her on Instagram via comment about wanting to meet. She immediately responded that she would love to meet him and quickly DM’ed him to figure out a good date to meet. Within the next day, she made her way to a private place where they wouldn’t be disturbed by any fans

After a few minutes of waiting, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look up to see Sam smiling.

“Jennie, hello!”

“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” she embraced him. She felt so happy as she felt a rush of positive vibes when in front of him. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I really enjoy watching you on Korean TV.”

“Really? Wow, thank you!” he sat down with her.

“I’m glad you reached out to me. I’ve been wanting to for a while but kind of chickened out.”

“We’re here now. Don’t ever hesitate to message me.”

As they got into conversation to get to know each other, Sam brought up, “I heard about what you went through at a recent fan sign. I’m sorry to hear about that.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what I did so wrong. I thought they would be so much more mature than that. The hostility is brutal. It often angers me and I want to yell and scream but public image is everything. How do you do it? I get so angry about this stuff, it’s really frustrating. I know racial discrimination is everywhere in the world. But is there advice on overcoming it?”

“I always think it’s best to try your best to know about the culture and language. Koreans think you’re standoffish if you don’t know Korean. How did they react when you spoke in Korean?”

“Boy, they were pretty surprised, I’ll tell you that. I would get compliments on it and everything. Some even talked to me more once they heard me speak their language. Normally people would hesitate and ask me if I know Korean because most don’t know English, just their primary language.”

“You see that they tend to open up all of a sudden when you know more about their culture.”

“Mm-hm. What’s the hardest thing you faced in Korea with racial discrimination?

“When I attended college, I really didn’t know much of the language then. I didn’t have any friends so I did feel lonely and upset. There was this black music club at the school and I joined as the first black person.”

“Wow.”

“There was this guy I knew and he said that he had studied abroad in Canada and he told me that he understood how I felt here in Korea. So he wanted to treat me better. He wanted to work on assignments with me that I had struggled with and wanted to eat together.”

“That’s really good that he feels like that,” she responded. “I always feel lonely when I don’t see someone who looks like me. Someone that I can relate to. But I do have friends who accept me for who I am and never treat me differently because of the color of my skin or being a foreigner. I hope that people here can learn more about the world and other cultures.”

Sam nodded. “I understand how you feel. It is frustrating. Although I experienced racism here in Korea, people ask me why do I stay. I say that it’s the word, us. Despite the bad experiences, I had good experiences, too. I made tons of amazing friends. Whenever I’m going through a bad time, they tell me, ‘Don’t worry, you can get through this because of us.’ Around Christmas do you ever feel lonely?”

“Lowkey, yes because I’m not with my family.”

“That is also how I feel because I get reminded about my family. Foreigners in Korea, they get the most lonely during Christmas. My friend, he asked me what I would be doing for Christmas and I would tell him that I want to go back to Ghana but the airfare is too expensive so I’ll be staying in Korea. My friend offered for me to spend Christmas with him and I was planning on leaving after the meal but stayed for three days.”

“Wow.” she looked on in amazement. “That is so sweet of him. With Bangtan...” she started chuckling and began to tear up.

All those pleasant memories she spent with BTS hit her hard as she tried to blink the tears away.

“People have no idea how those boys have made my experience in Korea so...painless. Taehyung was the first person I met when I came to Korea. I was a trainee then. He took time out of his busy schedule to hang out with me, show me around places in Korea, and even got me into trying various Korean foods. He is so incredibly sweet and welcomed me with open arms. Supported me while I tried out to try to be the Bangtan Girl of BTS, too. And Christmas with Bangtan...I miss my family but they make me feel like I’m at home. We exchange gifts, fight over who puts up the decorations for the tree, we make a mess, it’s just...pure happiness.” she explained. “And I’ll always cherish that. They always tell me that I’m never alone even if I’m in another country, away from my family. That I have them and good friends who love me for who I am and won’t discourage me. It makes me feel less lonely. “

As they continued to talk, Sam brought up, “I cooked some Ghanaian food.”

“Oh snap, you have? Right now we’re gonna eat that?”

He nodded and smiled. “Let’s bring it out.”

Plates of various foods were in front of them and she smiled. “All of this looks so delicious! Wow. I never tried African food.”

“Really? You are African American?” He asked

“Yes, born in America. All I really had was American food and the soul food that my family makes. I do enjoy eating different foods from other cultures as well.”

”I’m sure you’ll enjoy all of this. Have you learned of your ancestry from black racial groups in Africa?”

“I haven’t but would love to know actually.”

“I can help you look into that.”

“That would be great.”

“Let’s dig in. This is Jollof rice and fufu. But try the soup first.” he pointed out as she took a spoon and tried it.

“I like it.” she praised and took her chopsticks to pick up some meat to dip into the soup. “What type of meat is this?”

“It’s goat meat.”

“Ooh, first time trying this.” she took a bite and nodded in approval. “I like that kick.”

“Yeah, it’s a little spicy,” he responded and ate some goat meat with her.

“And what about this? Finger food?” she pointed to another plate.

“Yes, you eat this with your hands.” He responded and she took a piece and ripped a piece off before placing it in her mouth. “You have to swallow it.”

“Not chew?” she asked, surprised.

“Nah.” He chuckled. “We don’t chew it, just swallow, right away because it’s a soup.” he demonstrated and she mimicked his movements.

“This is so delicious! Thank you for this. I’m definitely telling my mom to try to make all of this.”

Sam licked his fingers clean and she did the same.

“My mom always tells me to not lick my fingers and to just wipe them off with a towel because it’s not polite,” Jen added. “But how can I not with this soup? It’s so good. I still act rebellious towards her and lick my fingers anyway when I eat.”

“I’m sure your mom won’t mind this time.” he laughed

Sam gestured to her to try the Jollof rice next, letting her know that it was somewhat similar to Korea’s kimchi fried rice. Jen took a bite, eating it with him while sighing in delight.

“Is there like some way you can come by Bangtan’s dorms and cook for me?” she teased and they ended up laughing. “Cause this food just reminds me of home. Like I never ate any of this but I just feel at home. It's so good!”

“I’m very happy that you do.” he beamed as he ate a small chicken leg. “With the chicken, sometimes I even chew the bones because it has flavor.”

“Oh, I have some family members that chew bones too. I never actually chewed on the bones. But I’ll try it today. My mom is a dentist so she was always up my behind on making sure my teeth were well cleaned. I’m sure eating a bone won’t crack my teeth.”

“She sounds very passionate about good teeth.”

“Trust me, she is. It can be so annoying!” she groaned.

“How are you in K-Pop? Are you held to unfortunate high standards?”

“Yes, sadly. I remember wearing a traditional Korean Hanbok and I was so nervous because I knew I would get a wave of criticism about it. And like I predicted, I did.” she shook her head. “Before I came here, I tried to make sure I was prepared and knew a lot of the language and culture. And of course, some claim I’ll be prettier with lighter skin. I will always be respectful here and respect their culture. But I refuse to live up to their beauty standards just because they don’t think darker skin is attractive. I won’t change myself for someone else.”

“I’m glad you have that mindset of not changing for anyone. Keep that. How are you in SOPA? High school in Korea hard for you?”

“You know it took a while for me to transition to their school system but overall, I’m one of those people who enjoys learning in school, so it isn’t that bad. But I still do get stared at all the time, no matter where I am. Being abroad, you learn about yourself and learn how capable you are. It’s a challenge. But I hope that my tolerance will grow as I continue to be here in Korea.”

After their meal, the two embraced, took a few selfies and she posted them on Twitter, ‘Thank you for everything!! It was so nice meeting you! I’m looking forward to hanging out with you again. #Jen’

After meeting Sam, Jen felt her loneliness and doubts decrease and she went back to the dorm with a positive attitude. She was eager to tell her family about learning more about African foods so they could enjoy it together when she was able to go back home.

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