It's So Well Written - Tumblr Posts

oh boy rewrite of chaggie first meeting lore this is basically fanfiction atp but look at me look me in my peepers this is a rewrite ok... one that focuses on them more.

lets say for the sake of argument yk that vaggie is laying against a dumpster in pride, fresh after or maybe during- the extermination. she couldn't muster the strength to shove off the armor she has on, her shoulders are still singing with agony after her wings were ripped away. she's a wounded exorcist, she doesn't know how she's going to get back up to heaven- if she even can. If she was even wanted.

charlie's out here because as a hellborn and as demonic royalty she gets a pardon, so nothing is technically stopping her from going out and helping the injured since she has a kind heart.

charlie sees vaggie and takes pause, since... exorcist. she knows that armor, that haircut. they usually see her and know her face- lute's taken great pains to emphasize who is and who is not on the chopping block-- so to speak.

vaggie sees the princess and flinches. alarm. panic. she's a visibly harmed exorcist, an anomaly. vulnurable. the princess has every right in the realm to take out centuries of demonic hatred upon her, to smite her back to the source of creation from whence she came. but when she crouches down, speaks so softly- apprehensive, but still tender- asking if she's okay- something v has never even heard before in her life- she freezes. what does she even say? she's not meant for- made for a situation like this. she just gawps blankly, trying to scan charlie's face for any ounce of malcontent as her eye gets the treatment it desperately deserves.

charlie smiles, and v feels safe in her hands. that's a first.

charlie looks at v, tilting her head with curiosity as she surveys the injurys sustained- she had never seen an exorcist angel up close. she thought beauty was an inherent trait of angels, but this one was something special. the strength present- even in a broken body.

a voice in her head screams at her not to trust so easily- that an angel like this, an exorcist who must have slaughtered thousands of her kind- is evil. pure and simple. rage bubbles in her at the thought.

but she tempers this. surely, it's more complicated than "pure evil". is that not what the angels always claim of demons?

so there must be a reason why this one has no wings. and the others do. and she's never seen an angel without it's halo. ...this is hell, if a demon took posession of such things, it would make itself known immediately. which could only mean...

she shakes off the thoughts. Tries to think in the present. this angel- beautiful and perhaps much more multifaceted than at first blush- is still hurt. for once, she hopes upon her return to that crumbling hotel, she'll find none of the sinners she's healed there. ...they usually don't stick around anyway. And they especially wouldn't appreciate an exorcist angel.

v doesn't know how to respond to the touch, the comforting words. It still feels like she's a fly in a web, or tasting the nectar in a sweet hellflower before being drowned in it. she feels her defenses lowering. it feels wrong, being treated so delicately. It goes against how she's been taught for a hundred years. cruelty made her stronger, tougher. hardy. it's what she was tought to expect from the denizens of hell, but this...? her knees nearly buckle trying to walk on her own. charlie helps her up, despite the blood getting on her white button up. v's surprised she's dressed so modestly for being a princess, at her sweetness and kindness. she'd usually see such a thing from a saint up above, not from demon royalty.

she stumbles and falters, eventually leaning on her when her balance fails. it's like she can feel the kindness- the warmth... radiating from her. Or perhaps, it's her weeping wounds giving her that frightful chill- maybe anything is preferred to bleeding out. they walk, slow and steady.

"I'm Charlie."

"I know."

She pauses. "I'm Va- ...V. I'm V."

"Well it's vvvery nice to meet you, V."

v manages to crack a smile through the pain her face is in. ...despite the smells of sulfur and the bitter carbons of smoke and the stench of death, she finds herself at ease. she also smells charlie. and charlie smells like rain and flowers and sweet baked goods. like salvation. he says the only thing she can. despite it not coming naturally- she decides that this can be a start. that maybe one day, it will.

"Thank you. Thank you so much.

I owe you my life."

so like idk maybe that ? smth like that? sets up v's motivations and Why she's so devoted. or at the least more Clearly. charlie rewritten to be a bit more. smart. more princess-y. more. logicbrained while still being kind and caring and also the yuriii the yuri the yuri the yuriiii aaahh aahh

my dove, hwang hyunjin x reader

↳ pairing: hyunjin x reader ↳ word count: 1,5k ↳ summary: a fire can’t burn forever, his wasn’t any different. ↳ a/n: ouch ouch ouch . why am i out here making myself sad ??? ↳ warnings: heartbreak (!!!!!)

It was written in his eyes that night, that he no longer loved you. Even though his eyes hadn’t met yours in weeks, you still noticed the lack of adoration and yearning that his eyes had contained throughout your relationship. He was never any good at hiding his feelings, after all.

It was easy falling for him, almost too easy. You found love in his dark brown eyes, in the birthmark right underneath his eye that he absolutely despised, in his laugh; everything about him made you weak at the knees. In some way, there was something funny about the way you loved him; almost ironic. He was almost too good to be true. For some time, you waited. Waited for him to screw up, for him to prove to you that he wasn’t the angel you portrayed him to be. Yet, the day never came. He continued to be too good to be true, all the way to the end.

Keep reading

Reward

Pairing: Perv! Coach! Hyunjin x afab! Tennis player! Reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Tennis player au; perv patters; dirty thoughts; mentions of groping; fellatio; fingering; cunnilingus; unprotected sex; creampie

Word Count: 1.2k words 

Mellow speaks: Been sitting in my inbox for a while and I'm finally posting it!! Perv fics are really enjoyable to write lmao so i hope you guys like this!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

There you go again, bouncing around the court in your tiny skirt, the fabric swishing around your legs as you wave your racquet in the air. You would be sure being a tennis player doesn't have anything to do with being sexy, but in hindsight, if you think about the way your skin shines as the sunlight bounces off it, or the way your shorts peek out from under the hem, it's not too hard to imagine why someone would lose their minds at the sight. 

Especially if that someone is your coach, Hyunjin, the person who's seen you wear all sorts of unintentionally sexy outfits during the two years he's been training you. From the yellow shorts you save for your matches, to the sports bra you put on while going jogging in the morning, he's had the pleasure of seeing them all, and yet, he has to say his favorite is the very white skirt you're wearing right now, coupled with that baby blue crop top. 

It's not his fault if he lets his mind wander a little whenever you're under his gaze, or so he tells himself, reasoning that it's only natural to be aroused upon seeing such a heavenly figure. It's only natural to want to run his hands along that supple skin, and to place kisses to all the places of your body that no one else has ever seen before.

Because to him, it appears as if you're doing this on purpose, just to rile your poor, musing coach up until he can't take it anymore and does something that's not right by the book. And you're not exactly proving him wrong either, not when you beckon for him to help you out a new move, a shy smile on your face while your hand shields your eyes. 

It's like an invitation to him, his mind clouding over with darkness despite the brightness of the day as he saunters over. "Yes, darling?," he chuckles, and you can't help but get flustered at the pet name he uses for you. He's told you a handful of times how he's always this friendly with his students, but you can tell that you're the only one for whom he's got that word reserved. And you can't exactly say you don't like it, because who doesn't enjoy the attention, especially if it's coming from a guy as hot as Hyunjin?

So you let him be, let him take a place behind your form as his hands gently make their way to your shoulders, snaking down your arms and getting you in position. "Your stance is too stiff," he mumbles against your ear, his teeth only barely grazing the skin of your earlobe as he fights the urge to bite down at it. The feeling leaves a tingling in its wake, making you gulp a little as he moves even closer, his chest now pressed flat against your back. 

He might as well be in heaven right now, judging from the way he almost finds himself unable to hold back the smirk that threatens to paint his lips, the part of his body that rests between his thighs urging him to pull you to him by the waist, eager to feel the way your hips would be rolling against his own. "Relax, darling," he mutters, his hands slipping away from your arms and choosing to feel down your sides and come to rest near your butt as he positions you correctly (or pretends to do so, anyway). 

You know exactly what he's up to, but there's nothing you can say, or rather, nothing that you want to say. "Feel one with your racquet, act as if it's a part of your being." That's the final piece of advice he gives you, before pulling away to monitor your moves from a distance. Though both you and him know that's yet another pretense, and what he really plans on doing is enjoying the view from the best place, wanting see each and every move of your body. 

Feeling his eyes raking across your form, you raise your arm, the ball in your hand being tossed into the air as you slam it down, lifting your body up into the sky. The ball does a clean smash on the other side of the net, and while Hyunjin was supposed to be praising you for getting the move right at last, he finds his mind too preoccupied with how gorgeous your midriff looks as your top rides up your torso, the urge to touch you even more overwhelming than before. 

All of a sudden, all he can think of is how badly he needs to feel every inch of your skin against his fingers, calloused from playing tennis for years. He wants to press his lips to the warmth that lies in the valley of your breasts, and he wants to life that short skirt up your legs and discover all the secrets you've kept hidden under the outfits you wear. He needs to love your body, he needs to worship each and every curve and dip.

He needs to feel your nails digging into his back as he leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and throat, and he needs to hear you moan in that velvety voice of yours as he shoves his tongue into your core and licks stripes and shapes up your pussy. He wants to feel your lips get wrapped around his cock, and he wants to feel the way your palms run up and down his length and massage his balls as you go down on him, showing him stars in the daytime. 

He wants to see your body, see the effect that playing tennis for hours every day has had on it, and he wants to bury his face between your breasts while his cock thrusts and twitches inside you, and he wants to push his seed that spills out of your hole, back into it and fill you up. Yeah, he wants to fuck you. Fuck you inside the changing room, against the lockers. He wants to drag you to his car and fuck you on the backseat, and then he wants to bring you to his home and fuck you against every surface, from the kitchen counter to the bed. He wants to reward you for being a good student, and he wants to punish you for being so distracting. 

He knows what he wants to do, he's known it for a while now. But until today, what he didn't know was how he was going to do what he wanted to do, yet in this moment, he thinks he finally knows. The tournament is coming up, and being the star that you are, he knows you're gonna win. He'll have plenty of time to give you a prize after that, and a good reason too. 

And until that time comes, he can always rely on the stock of photos he has of you (to show you how your form changes throughout a match) to help him through the night.

Life Imitates Art

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut / Fluff / Angst (?)// Sub(ish)!Jungkook/ Art Student!Jungkook

Warnings:  graphic language/dirty talk, oral, cum play (if that’s what you’ll call it), masturbation, SLIGHT sub/dom dynamic

Word Count: 10.3K (bc I don’t know what pwp is)

Summary: A friendly favor for your crush develops into something truly sinful when you figure out his muse for his exhibition. 

a/n: only lightly edited b/c it’s 1:30 AM HAHA….this wasn’t supposed to be sub!(ish)JK but idk it just worked; still feel like I’m struggling w/ writing steamy dialogue but oh well. Enjoy! More work to hopefully come, slowly but surely. Please send feedback it’d be greatly appreciated!!! 

You grumbled all the way to the art gallery, adamant in your opposition to being dragged there by your roommate.

“Shut up, we’re already here. Are you going to brood the whole time?” Liz glared at you before pushing the glass doors open.

You’d pouted, clearly having lost the battle a long time ago. You settled on folding your arms defensively and letting out one last exasperated sigh. “Fine, but I still don’t know why you brought me here to begin with.”

Liz’s eyebrows shot up at the absurdity of the question, “You haven’t left the house for anything besides work and the occasional run. You’re starting to get boring, where’s fun Y/N?”

Her words only made you pout further because she was completely right-like most of the time despite your inability to admit it to her.

Keep reading

Latibule Masterlist

(n) A hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

Season 1: Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. Epilogue

Season 2: Prologue

Drabble (Exclusive Contents)

Three times Suga was too blind to see through his bullshit

The confrontation dialogue: Season 2

Latibule Spinoff: Introducing Jimin and his Bear

Latibule Spinoff: Jungkook didn't want to get married, right?

Your necklace, his watch, and you

Tip Jar

Latibule Masterlist

(n) A hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

Season 1: Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. Epilogue

Season 2: Prologue

Drabble (Exclusive Contents)

Three times Suga was too blind to see through his bullshit

The confrontation dialogue: Season 2

Latibule Spinoff: Introducing Jimin and his Bear

Latibule Spinoff: Jungkook didn't want to get married, right?

Your necklace, his watch, and you

Tip Jar

Latibule Masterlist

(n) A hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

Season 1: Prologue. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. Epilogue

Season 2: Prologue

Drabble (Exclusive Contents)

Three times Suga was too blind to see through his bullshit

The confrontation dialogue: Season 2

Latibule Spinoff: Introducing Jimin and his Bear

Latibule Spinoff: Jungkook didn't want to get married, right?

Your necklace, his watch, and you

Tip Jar

The thing about Jessica Jones is that she is cheesy, and written like a classic noir detective, and talks and sometimes acts like a “strong” female character written by men that think strength in a woman is being able to talk fast, be unempathetic, and have misplaced confidence. She says things like “My only weakness is that occasionally I give a damn” but it works so WELL because it’s completely intentional. 

She walks, talks, and moves through the world in this way because she has the power to. She can walk around confidently, she can talk shit, she can be rude to anyone around her, especially men, and have no reason to fear because she KNOWS she’s stronger than all of them. She never has to truly fear for her safety because of the power she’s been afforded.

Which is why the second she thinks Kilgrave is back she completely falls apart. She’s hyperventilating and crying, she’s running away she’s visibly terrified, because Kilgrave is the only person who’s had power over her, who can hurt her, and she has no protection against. And that’s why that shift works SO well!

Because Jessica is overly confident in every situation, until she has to confront Kilgrave, and we realize it’s not over confidence, it’s that she knows she could protect herself from anyone else. She talks fast and doesn’t let herself be interrupted because she has the power to do so, she never has to worry about a man (or anyone) feeling disrespected and reacting violently. She is mean and hard and often doesn’t treat people well, but that’s a real flaw she has to contend with. If she had treated Malcolm and the support group with more kindness, maybe they wouldn’t have turned on her. This is also important because she genuinely doesn’t see herself as a hero, or TRY to be kind. She tries to do the right thing, but kindness isn’t something she strives for. 

Jessica Jones is such a well written and layered character and she’s so so fascinating and I wish people talked about her more