#its a completely different plot somehow

[mistninja]

My favorite bit in the City of bones movie is that they made up a piece of lore about how bach, the musician, was a shadowhunter, and if you play a certain Bach song you can detect demons? And I'm trying to understand why they did that because that isn't anywhere in the book, and i think they just wanted to speed up a certain fight from the book but it ended up being just really stupid?

[blluespirit]

the level of BRAINROT that shipping has caused in fandom circles is unfathomable to me btw. like two characters will like Be Nice to each and maybe even.... become friends... and next thing I know there's 50+ dissertation length posts discussing how these two characters are made for each other and if the writers do anything but make them canon then they shall be hunted for sport. anyone in fandom that disagrees will be hung drawn and quartered.

[waywardsalt]

probably not going to try and lean into any sort of like weird fiction/lovecraftian/eldritch whatever horror-specific aspects with the new bellum x linebeck fic inspirations asides mostly bc i dont actually find that stuff interesting as horror

[ssa-dado]

Cat Equals Sign Of Integration

Aaron Hotchner x bau!fem!reader Genre: fluff, smut (implied) Summary: Aaron, ever the strategist, decides that a little wine might help soften the blow of figuring out with you how to tell the team you’re dating. A solid plan - except for one tiny flaw: wine makes him a whore. Warnings: +18, MINORS DNI Hotch is a touch starved whore, a few cuss words here and there, wine gets a bit into both of your heads. Word Count: 5k Dado's Corner: Did I hallucinate this while working on one of the many requests still on my to-do list, only to realize halfway through that it was completely derailing from the main plot - but too cute to abandon? Yes. Is this fun? You tell me (pretty please).

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One of the many rules you and Aaron had in your relationship was that if you cooked for date night, he was the one doing the dishes.

His idea.

You had been opposed to it at first - not because you minded, of course. You were actually a huge fan of grown men handling household chores without whining like toddlers about how it might somehow demasculate their poor, fragile egos.

No, you were opposed because you didn’t want him doing it out of some sense of obligation.

It took you a while to accept that Aaron wasn’t doing this because he owed you - he was doing it because he wanted to.

Because that was just… Aaron.

Ever the caregiver, always looking for ways to make life easier for the people he loved. He could give you the world and still come to you like a wounded dog, begging for forgiveness because he thought he wasn’t enough.

It was infuriating - for all the deep psychological reasons you could analyze for hours, but also for a much pettier one: when it was his turn to cook, instead of letting you do the dishes like the so-called rule dictated, he just… did them anyway.

And thus, the noble Mr. Clean - brave warrior of dish duty, his arms submerged in treacherous, frothy depths - found himself utterly helpless against the sudden, most dreadful buzzing of his phone.

A cruel twist of fate, indeed!

Stranded, defenseless, bound by duty to his porcelain captors, he could do nothing but stand there, a tragic figure of great importance, cruelly denied his right to immediately bestow his undivided attention upon whatever poor soul dared summon him.

Oh, the agony! The injustice! How swiftly the mighty are humbled… by a sink full of bubbles.

That was because, logically, if even a single drop of water touched his phone, he would instantly lose all of the very important, highly classified FBI secrets stored inside. Of course, phones couldn't possibly be waterproof.

Ha, imagine?! What a concept.

“Who is it?” Aaron asked, still scrubbing at your wine glass like he was trying to erase its entire existence.

Which – by the way - was completely pointless, considering that in less than five minutes, he planned on refilling it with some more. A different wine, yes. But for God’s sake, you weren’t going to die if the last few drops of white mixed with the red.

…What a fussy man.

“Penelope,” you replied, admiring the view.

What a view, really. That man was all legs and no ass, and you were finally learning to appreciate it. 

“Ignore it,” he said, not even turning around.

Unfortunately for him - and for the HR department still blissfully unaware that their most serious, by-the-book boss was fraternizing with a subordinate - you were a profiler.

The U.S. government literally paid your bills every single month because you were exceptionally good at reading people.

And the way he answered? Yeah, that wasn’t the tone of a man casually dismissing an unimportant text. No, that was the tone of a man caught red-handed, scrambling for plausible deniability.

Embarrassed. Secretive. Suspicious. Frankly, if you didn’t already know what he was hiding, you’d be halfway to slapping cuffs on him. Wouldn’t even be the first time.

And so you read it – out loud.

Penelope Garcia, 7:56 PM:

hotch sir hotch bossman sir, i am DYING please tell me if you found out who her mystery boyfriend is i am suffering!!!!!!!! i know you know. i know it in my heart. if you can’t say it just give me a hint. a tiny one. a cryptic riddle. a blink. i will take anything.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

By her, of course, she meant you - because despite a few months of keeping your relationship under wraps, you still hadn’t gotten around to telling the team. Your colleagues. Your friends. Your unwanted, overly nosy adopted children.

That their elusive "mystery boyfriend" was, in fact, your mutual boss.

You were going to tell them. Eventually.

Didn’t know when. But you would.

Then again, it wasn’t like you were surrounded by some of the best profilers in the country, trained to pick up on the slightest behavioral shift.

It’s not like the second two incredibly touch-starved people like you and Aaron started walking around with even a fraction of happiness, that wouldn’t immediately raise suspicions.

…Except, apparently, it hadn’t.

Because somehow, the team had only managed to land on half the conclusion: you were seeing someone.

But Aaron? Not even a blip on their radar.

It was almost impressive, really. The answer was so obvious that they had discarded it entirely, still wandering around in the dark, trying to piece together a puzzle that was sitting right in front of their faces.

Just like Penelope was doing now, so desperate for some reason that she was straight-up asking him outright - when not that long ago, she still thought twice before even making a dirty joke in his presence.

And so, you got up, walked over to Aaron, and held the phone directly under his nose. “What does this mean?”

He squinted at the screen, then at you. “Oh, honey, I don’t know. She always sends me that - I don’t understand what exactly equals the sign of integration”.

…What?

You were suddenly just as confused as he was.

He blinked at you, eyes wide, eyebrows raised in that utterly sincere, slightly bewildered way of his. “That sign before it,” he said, completely lost. “It looks Chinese. Thought you knew Chinese, sweetheart.”

…What?

Oh, for the love of God.

If this man hadn’t already seen the absolute worst horrors the world had to offer, you would fight for his innocence with your nails, your teeth, and - if absolutely necessary - one of the worst shooting records ever logged in the Bureau.

You looked at the screen again.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

Oh.

Oh, that’s what had confused him.

“Aaron,” you said gently, doing your absolute best not to kiss him right then and there, “that is a cat.”

You sighed, then pointed at the message again. “By the way, the ‘sign’ in the middle is in Korean, not Chinese.”

He looked at the screen again - then back at you. “…Cat equals sign of integration?”

“No, honey,” you said, barely suppressing your smile, tapping the little text emoji. “It’s just a cat.”

He studied it for another second. “Oh.”

There. That did it. You gave in. Leaned in and pressed a loud smooch to his cheek.

At least your dignity was still intact - he had no idea why you’d done it, just assumed it was one of those spontaneous bursts of affection that came with being hopelessly in love.

Honeymoon phase truly did work wonders.

“Do you think I can have the cat too?” he asked, grabbing the bottle of red and a corkscrew.

That was a trap.

Because Aaron Hotchner still signed every single text he sent.

And while it wasn’t an issue when he was sending something standard -

Lawyer, 6:17 PM:

They found a new body, we’re gathering at the precinct in 30.

A.H.

- it became a lot more unsettling when he sent the filthiest, most depraved things you’d ever read, only to end them with that stiff little A.H. like he was dictating official Bureau correspondence.

Lawyer, 11:51 PM:

Sweetheart, if only these stupid walls weren’t so thin, I’d have you right here with me, bent over, face pressed against this mattress, making you come so many times you’d forget your own name. At least three. Maybe four, if I’m feeling generous.

A.H.

So now, standing in his kitchen, watching him pour wine like he hadn’t just permanently scarred you with his painfully bureaucratic approach to sexting, you knew that if you admitted he could simply copy-paste that ‘cat equals integration sign,’ it would only be a matter of time before you were subjected to something truly traumatizing, like -

Lawyer, very-late-office-hour PM:

It’s your fault I’m getting distracted with the paperwork, because I’m still thinking about how good you tasted last night while sitting on my face. God, I can still feel your thighs shaking, you were so sweet for me, honey, so fucking perfect.

P.S. How many reports do you still have left? Because I’ve been thinking about having you on my tongue again before the night is over. I think I’ve got about an hour or so left but then I’m all yours.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

A.H.

Yeah. No. Absolutely not.

That man could not be trusted with the cat.

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, pressing a soft kiss between his shoulder blades as your fingers brushed over his back. “I don’t think you can get it. She must have programmed it herself into her phone.”

You truly hoped you were as convincing as he was clueless about text etiquette.

“It’s a pity,” he sighed, both of your wine glasses in hand as he made his way to the couch. “I would have loved to send you the cat.”

…Of course he would. Smug ass.

But as the words left his mouth, something shifted in him - just barely. A pause that didn’t usually belong there... weird.

Still, you followed, watching as he settled in, patting the cushion beside him with a half-smile. “Come here, sweetheart.”

A misleading gesture, considering his legs were very much spread - a much clearer invitation. At least, that’s how you chose to interpret it.

Because you could swear - those legs spoke to you. Called to you. So you slid right into your rightful seat - his lap.

…Would have been rude not to answer.

“Back to Garcia,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh as he handed you your painstakingly polished wine glass - so clean, so immaculately spotless, that the red wine inside looked redder than red. A real masterpiece, Mr. Clean. “She doesn’t seem to be letting up about finding out who you’re dating… This is the fourth message this week.”

You raised a brow, taking a sip of your wine. “Well, she’s second only to you when it comes to being nosy about gossip.”

Aaron exhaled, shaking his head, that same small half-smile back on his lips.

That particular smile.

The one he used when he was trying to convince someone he was fine when, in reality, he was not - when he was trying to reassure everyone else while simultaneously refusing to admit, even to himself, that something was eating him alive.

Oh, now you knew what this was about.

He had definitely practiced this conversation in his head - refined it down to the perfect phrasing. Measured. Logical. Reassuring.

A version so well-rehearsed, so carefully constructed, that he’d convinced himself first before trying to convince you - that this didn’t scare him.

That this was just another rational step forward.

That it was fine.

Because if he could make it sound easy, maybe it would be.

Maybe it would give you something solid to lean on, because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you were standing on shaky ground with someone just as fractured as he was.

But in the end, even the best-laid words couldn’t withstand the weight of his emotions - whether he liked it or not, even rocks are meant to erode.

“I think it’s time we come clean to the team,” he admitted, completely veering off-script - though, of course, he still made sure to soften the blow with a kiss to your temple.

Not that it made much difference. You both knew this moment was inevitable, but somehow, you’d managed to delude yourselves into thinking that if you just kept putting it off, the perfect time would miraculously appear.

At first, you’d delayed it until things were official.

Then, because you needed to be sure this could work in the long run.

Then, because you wanted time to just enjoy each other.

Truthfully? If it were entirely up to the two of you, you’d probably keep postponing it indefinitely - at least until the day you were both retired, far away from any fraternization rules or painfully awkward team dynamics.

Unless, of course, your eyes had been deceiving you all along, or life decided to be cruel and rip this happiness away from you before you ever even got the chance. All you could do was hope not.

Aaron sighed, watching you carefully. “So, how do you want to do this?”

At least he could take comfort in the fact that his very specific plan of having wine while discussing this was still intact - especially since the very large sip you took the second he asked hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He huffed a laugh.

Yeah.

This was going to be fun.

“Are we sure we have to?” You groaned, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

“I’m afraid so, sweetheart. It’s the only way to keep them from getting the satisfaction of figuring it out first and do this our way…”

It was his turn to take a long sip now… he surely wasn’t thrilled about the lack of an actual game plan.

“…Still need to figure out what exactly we mean by ‘our way,’” he admitted. “But, you know… that’s what these are for.”

He tapped a finger against his temple, then against yours, clearly implying that your very skilled, highly trained profiler brains would surely work this out.

You, however, were placing your bets on your problem-solving skills drastically improving after a few more glasses of wine, because right now?

“We are so fucked,” you commented.

Aaron clinked his glass against yours, deadpan. “Completely.”

You both took long, slow sips of wine like it might somehow provide divine intervention.

It didn’t. You were indeed left pretty much alone in this.

You sighed, setting your glass down on the coffee table. “Well, you definitely have the face of someone who already has a plan...” You reached up, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “...a very handsome face.”

Cheesy. But deserved.

Aaron chuckled. “I believe…” He kissed you on the cheek – twice - before setting his own glass down too. “…We should tell them directly. Get ahead of it. Lay it out as matter-of-factly as possible.”

“Matter-of-factly?”

He nodded, all serious, like he hadn’t just suggested the worst possible approach.

“Sweetheart…” You pinched his cheek, making him scrunch his nose, hoping – more like praying - that it would snap him out of whatever fantasy land of logic, reason, and good intentions he was apparently living in.

“If we tell them directly, Penelope will throw an actual partypersonally design matching t-shirts, and have the entire team wear them.” You paused, leveling him with a look. “And you know it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I know.”

“Emily and Derek will immediately start making jokes like two middle schoolers who just learned what sex is and will not let us breathe.”

“I know.”

“JJ will be quiet but then ask all of a sudden, ‘So when’s the wedding?’ which will restart the chaos all over again.”

“I know.”

You turned to face him, deadly serious. “Spencer-”

“-Will hit us with a full statistical analysis of workplace relationships,” Aaron finished, exhaling sharply, already bracing himself.

Because there was only one team member left to account for - the worst of them all.

“And… oh God… Dave…”

And with that horrifying realization, he did the only logical thing a man in his position could do - he face-planted directly into your chest with a dramatic, muffled groan of pure defeat.

You blinked down at him, amused. “Honey…”

Why was he even so touch starved like that?

“All I ask,” came his muffled voice, still very much nestled between your breasts, “is five minutes of peace.”

You snorted. “You do realize this isn’t exactly discouraging me from making fun of you, right?”

He sighed again. “You do realize that if you keep laughing, you’re just shoving them further into my face?”

…Damn him and his irritating ability to state the obvious.

You sighed, fingers absentmindedly combing through his short spikes of hair. “…So we’re back to square one.”

Aaron exhaled, still very much face-first in his chosen safe haven. “Unfortunately.”

You hummed, “Okay, hypothetically, if we just… never tell them, how long do you think we could get away with it?”

That was so absurd that it actually made him lift his head. He blinked at you, utterly offended by the suggestion.

“I am not spending the next decade pretending I don’t stare at your ass every time you walk away.”

…Alright. That was definitely the wine talking.

In vino veritas, as the Romans said. Wine makes people say dumb shit: the truth.

“Wow. Didn’t know you were a poet, Hotchner.”

His lips twitched. “Don’t pretend you’re above it, because I catch you every time you drift off during briefings just to stare right at-”

“Alright, alright,” you cut him off, slapping a hand over his mouth before he could fully call you out... he was not happy about it. “We’re both shameless…"

You needed an exit strategy. Fast.

You reached for his wine glass over the coffee table. “Well, at least the bright side of telling them is that we won’t have to schedule our coffee breaks in advance anymore and pretend to look surprised when we see each other.”

And all of that was just for one single moment.

The fleeting brush of fingertips as you handed him the cup you always poured for him.

The way his hand was always warmer than yours, despite the fact that you were the one holding the scalding mug, as if basic thermodynamics simply did not apply to Aaron Hotchner.

And if it was one of those days, sometimes, there’d be a little extra something.

A longer touch.

Eye contact that lingered just a second too long.

A slow sip from his cup while still holding your gaze, and suddenly, it felt indecent - like something you definitely shouldn’t be doing in broad daylight, let alone in a federal building.

And now - here, in the comfort of his apartment, with nothing and no one to stop you - he reached for the wine glass you were offering, except… he wasn’t actually reaching for the glass.

He was just holding your hand.

Aaron chuckled, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your knuckles. “I think we’re holding onto this touch just a little too long,” he murmured, nuzzling into you, his breath warm against your ear. “Might start looking suspicious.”

Didn’t he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Oh, also some-” you started, or at least tried to, because as if everything else wasn’t enough, now he was kissing just behind your ear, his lips just brushing the sensitive skin there, warm, and slow, and wet and… God…

Okay. Okay.

Maybe it was the wine.

Maybe it was the fact that you were always kind of a little bit obsessed with him.

Either way, the result was the same: you really, really wanted him right now.

You sighed, tilting your head to grant him a little more access - but not too much, or you might actually end up using the full length of his three-seater couch instead of stubbornly remaining curled up in the same cramped two-foot space you’d unofficially claimed as your own. Ergo - going horizontal with him instead of just being seated on his lap.

“I thought we were having a serious discussion,” you murmured, though the breathy edge to your voice wasn’t exactly helping your case.

Aaron hummed in response, slowly dragging his lips from behind your ear down along the curve of your jaw, pressing a kiss at the hinge. “We are.” Another kiss. “What were you starting to say, sweetheart?”

And another one.

You tried to think. Really, you did.

But it was getting increasingly difficult with his mouth still very much on your skin, moving towards places that were making it exponentially harder to form coherent thoughts.

You would’ve made a mental note to never wear anything that resembled a tank top around him again, if only you had the actual brain capacity to form any notes right now.

“Aaron-”

Aaron smirked against your skin. “You were saying?”

…Blank. Absolutely blank.

Your brain stalled for a solid three seconds before mercifully rebooting.

“I-” You licked your lips, cleared your throat. “Penelope.”

That, thankfully, was enough of a keyword to get him to back off - though, the second he did, you already desperately missed the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

He tilted his head, “Penelope?”

You swallowed. “She’s… gonna be beaming.”

Aaron blinked at you. “Beaming.”

“Yeah.” You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, because God, he was too cute when he was confused like this. “Her and Kevin have been desperate for another couple to go out with. Ever since JJ and Will stopped leaving the house because they’re too busy baby-proofing every square inch of their lives.”

Aaron’s brows furrowed slightly. “And by ‘go out with,’ you mean double dates.”

You hummed, fingers grazing his cheek. “Mmm. Yeah. Double dates.”

Aaron didn’t even hesitate. “Oh, absolutely not.”

You blinked, pulling back slightly. “Wait, what?”

His face was resolute. “I’m not doing double dates.”

You squinted at him. “Okay, but why?”

And that’s how you learned that if there was one thing your boyfriend hated - more than messy paperwork, more than delayed flights, more than the Bureau’s budgeting meetings - it was double dates.

Not specifically with Penelope and Kevin. God, no. He was practically the puppet master of their relationship in the first place. Just… double dates in general.

“They’re impractical,” he said.

You snorted. “What do you mean?”

Aaron sighed. “They are a waste of time. You sit there, and for the first fifteen minutes, it’s fine. The usual small talk, polite conversation…”

You nodded, barely biting back a grin. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Honestly, this just sounded like some classic Aaron Hotchner being the most adorable introvert to ever exist.

He shot you a look, deadly serious. “It’s a trap.” You nearly cooed. Adorable. “Because at some point, you end up talking one-on-one with someone from the other couple. And right when the conversation is actually getting interesting-”

He suddenly paused.

His hand started at your shoulder, innocent enough - until it wasn’t, until it drifted lower, fingertips skimming down until they found your thigh, before sliding inward, squeezing your soft flesh there.

“See?” Aaron murmured, voice deceptively casual. “It starts off innocently. A hand on the shoulder…”He angled his fingers just a notch further up your upper thigh. “…Then the thigh. Then-”

He leaned in, kissing you just at the corner of your mouth.

"A little kiss here," he murmured, lips barely brushing your skin.

Then another - softer, lingering just at the very edge of your lips.

"A little peck there."

Okay.

Ahem.

For a man who hated double dates, he was making a very strong case for them.

This was clearly foreplay.

Had to be foreplay.

You chose to interpret it as foreplay.

So, naturally, just as you were about to pull him in properly - to finally taste the wine on his lips – he pulled back.

Mixed signals whore.

“And then,” he continued, and you swore his voice had gotten even lower - sluttier, if you were being honest - "it escalates.”

...Wine-induced yapper. "Because one couple decides a little peck isn’t enough, so they turn and start devouring each other’s faces… in public.”

The wine that was in your system, instead, suggested you should have him biblically, right here, right now, on his couch.

“Care to demonstrate this part too?” You licked your lips, tilting your head.

Aaron sighed “Honey.” You knew you were in trouble the moment he smirked. “You’re demonstrating my point…”

Your stomach dropped.

“…You want more.” Aaron tutted, shaking his head, feigning disappointment. “Of course you want more. A chaste kiss isn’t enough. How could it be, sweetheart?”

Hell yes you wanted more.

Badly.

You might have even nodded without meaning to.

“But imagine if this was happening in public. In front of two other people. What about them?” he murmured, tilting his head, voice dropping into something dark, silky, dangerous. “In front of two other people.”

You swallowed, very much not thinking about them right now.

“Because at that point, they only have two choices: they either sit there - third-wheeling, watching - or…” His hand slid beneath your shirt, fingers splaying wide over your bare waist, gripping, pulling you that much closer. "… they start doing it too."

Your breath hitched. “Aaron-”

"With just a kiss, it creates an environment," he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear, "where both couples get competitive. Where they start copying each other - but making it more…"

He dragged his nose along the curve of your jaw, the ghost of his lips tracing just behind it. "Passionate."

A teeth-grazing kiss against your pulse.

A slow drag of his lips down the column of your throat, before he made his way back up, tilting your chin up with his fingers just so, forcing you to look at him.

And God, that look.

"More tongue," he continued, letting you see it first - his own darting out, wetting his lips just before he brushed them over yours.

Not kissing.

Not yet.

“More biting.” Aaron caught your lower lip between his teeth, pulling just enough to confirm what you already knew -

He tasted like red wine.

Rich. Dark. Addictive.

And so did you.

“More touching.” His hand drifted, fingertips just skimming over your ribs, teasing along the underside of your breast - so close, so close, before he let it trail lower again, just as his lips ghosted over your ear.

"More sounds."

You barely bit back the breathy, desperate little moan clawing its way up your throat because -

Aaron shoved you off his lap.

In one fluid motion, he shifted, pressing you back into the couch, caging you in beneath him, his arms bracketing either side of your head.

His knee slotted between your thighs, pressing up just slightly - just enough to make you gasp, make your hips twitch without thinking.

You were pretty sure now that this was, in fact, foreplay.

“At that point,” he murmured, lowering himself, pressing his body against yours, pinning you down with nothing but his weight, “if you’re already getting ideas…”

Aaron rolled his hips against you, his knee shifting just enough to have you sucking in a sharp breath. “…it’s better off just staying home. Because at least then,” he whispered, “we can do this.”

And then he kissed you. Properly.

Deep and hungry, pressing you down into the cushions until you moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer as one of his hands slipped under your shirt.

“You-” you swallowed, trying to find words, but he stole them from you, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “You expect me to believe this is why you hate double dates?”

“I expect you to understand,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of your neck, “that if I ever go on one…” he nipped at your pulse, making you gasp. “…I’ll be thinking about this the entire time.”

Then - click.

The sound of the button of your pants being undone, followed shortly by the hiss of your zipper. You felt the warmth of his fingertips slipping beneath the waistband of your pants, resting over your hip bone.

Well, fuck.

“You’ll be sitting across from me,” he continued, voice so unfairly composed, so infuriatingly smooth, “pretending to listen to whatever they’re taking about.”

He tilted his head, kissing along your collarbone, then much lower. You made a mental note to always wear anything resembling a tank top in his presence from now on.

“And the entire time…” his fingers dipped just slightly beneath the elastic of your underwear.

You shuddered. “Aaron.”

He hummed, pleased - so deeply pleased - before finally sliding lower, his fingers finally brushing right where you needed him most.

You whimpered.

“I’ll be remembering,” he murmured, “exactly how you sound right now.”

Your back arched into his touch, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into muscle as his fingers moved.

“And how you look,” he added, his lips brushing the curve of your breast, “when you fall apart for me.”

Your breath hitched-

And then.

Then-

He stopped.

Just - stopped.

His hands left you completely as he leaned back, settling onto his knees above you, looking far too pleased with himself.

You gaped at him, betrayed. “Are you kidding me?”

Aaron just smirked, gaze flicking over you, taking in your flushed cheeks, your uneven breathing, the way your body was still desperately aching for him.

“See?” he shrugged, voice so damn smug. “This is why I hate double dates.”

How funny would it be if these ended up being his last words?

You huffed, adjusting yourself on the couch, crossing your arms like you weren’t still ridiculously turned on and very annoyed about it. “Alright, you know what? Fine. No need to suffer through a double date if we just… conveniently wait to tell the team about us until after JJ and Will start going back out with Penelope and Kevin.”

Aaron smirked.

At least you’d both come to an agreement - the exact same procrastination tactic you’d been using, just with a new and improved excuse attached.

“…Smart girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I wouldn’t dare, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, still breathing heavily, still so deeply unsatisfied, as Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple, then stood, stretching his arms.

“I’ll clean the wine glasses,” he mused, already heading toward the kitchen. “And then I’ll be back to you.”

You stared at him.

He paused, glancing at you over his shoulder, smirking.

You huffed, sarcastic, “glad we could work this out.”

You were not glad. Not at all. Especially because not even a full minute later, your phone buzzed with a text.

From him.

From Mr. Clean himself, who was currently just a couple rooms away from you.

Lawyer, 8:43 PM:

Sweetheart, I hope you're ready, because I’m going to spread you out on that couch and fuck you so deep, you’ll still feel me when you sit at your desk tomorrow.

^.ᆽ.^= ∫

A.H.

"Garcia just told me how to get the cat," came his voice from the kitchen - so damn smug you could hear the smirk in it, followed the sound of his footsteps getting closer.

Before you could turn, before you could say anything, he was there - leaning in from behind the couch, arms sliding around you, caging you in, whispering into your ear -

"It was just a simple copy-paste."

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Also they clearly wrote this movie with the assumption that viewers have watched enough of the show to understand what the hell is going on

[lilacxquartz]

part 17 of 19 of kinktober: trapped

pyramid head x gn!reader

plot: while exploring the town, you find yourself incapacitated in the worst possible position — themes: warning for non con, dark smut, gender neutral reader, size difference, monster fucking, horror, gender neutral smut �� w.c: 700ish

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You were incapacitated.

Trapped in between the barely pried open iron bars, providing just big enough of a gap for your upper body to squeeze through and then… stall. In a way, it was humiliating, but in another sense, it was also terrifying because existing within the town as a whole was a death sentence in its own right. From one little miscalculation—you had potentially doomed yourself.

You tried to dislodge yourself again but the bars were too narrowly placed and you couldn’t push or pull yourself neither back nor forth and in doing so, you only found yourself more stuck than before. Panic quickly swept through your being in violent waves, abandoning all sense of rationality in favour of a hurried escape but nothing was working—but then finally, you heard it—the all too familiar scrape of metal, the thud of staggering footsteps—oh no, no, no… he was here.

You turned your head slightly back to just about catch a glimpse of him filling out the doorway, blocking all gaps of light that otherwise cut into the cell. In an attempt to avoid your flesh likely meeting the blade, you strove to push yourself forward, to at least nullify his efforts to strike you down… but then something else followed suit.

You froze as you felt his calloused hands brush around the soft contours of your exposed flesh; his fingers breaching the torn fabric and tearing away the cloth from the skin, readily exposing you to him. You remained statued in place as you feared for the worst, unable to quite comprehend what he was actually doing to you; almost delicately feeling you up—pushing—spreading your legs apart, ripping away at anything that acted as a barrier between you and him.

You tensed as you quickly understood what was following suit; feeling the tip of something very obvious poke against your most vulnerable parts. You writhed around and squirmed under his grip like a fish out of water, only to remain caught and hooked in his presence, feeling him drive into you in a near hungry pursuit. You gritted your teeth as you felt him force himself inside of you, feeling overwhelmed by his monstrous length that completely filled you out to the brim.

With shuddering, quaking cries, you softly wept as he continued to take in his brutal girth, feeling his cock slide in and out of your insides and stretch you out beyond a recoverable limit. With an unforgiving pace, Pyramid Head continued to hilt himself into your core, feverishly bucking into your body as a radiating, almost scalding pain akin to searing agony settled within the confines of your form. Of course however, he showed you no mercy, pounding into you with a near primal fervour; his hips slamming against your behind with each sawing motion.

Somehow, he grew needier as he continued to violate you—his fingernails digging bleeding crescents into the soft peaks of your ass, kneading against the cushioned skin and spreading you open as far as you could physically handle. It was as if he was trying to force you to accommodate the entire capacity of his impossible length, taking advantage of the limiting position, knowing that you couldn’t just pull yourself away.

Nearing his impending climax; his movements soon became more erratic and maybe even sloppy. He leaned his towering form closer wherever he could press against your bare back—causing the iron bars to crack open further—growling out heated breaths that rolled hot down your spine. Each passing thrust caused for you to shake, prompting you to involuntarily roll your eyes to the back of your head and perhaps even see stars from just how overwhelming it all truly was.

Just as you were about to pass out however, the monster finally came undone with one final violent rut of his stuttering hips. You gasped as you felt a stream of hot oozing warmth fill your senses to such an extent that your stomach nearly bulged from his pent up release.

Thinking it was all over, you tried to close your eyes to recover—but then you were promptly taken out of the cell, readily carried around like a rag doll, to be used and paraded around per each of his passing whims.

In a way you were thankful that he wasn’t going to end you outright.

But then you realised what your life was about to become and that much had otherwise terrified you.

Not quite a mercy after all and worse yet, rather a sentence in the hell you found yourself in.

[heeseungsbm]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ‪‪ꫂ ၴႅၴ‬་༘ ₜₑₐₛₑᵣ

𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨

❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : surprises. heeseung always had them up his sleeve. but this? this was something different—something he clearly fantasized about behind your back. he knew how tense you got over school. thought about it often, wished to ease it himself. you clearly needed relief, and he'd always been good at relieving stress. tonight, all you had to do was play along, and do what his little gift told you to. (๑>؂•̀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆❥ : idol bf!heeseung x ♀college student reader

❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: smut with plot

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒♡: voyeurism, solo/mutual masturbation, explicit filthy nasty pornographic phone sex, usage of sex toys, squirting, overstimulation, ♂&♀orgasms, erm let me not spoil too much

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝♡

nothing makes you cry faster.

the equations, the formulas, the unnecessary mixing of letters with numbers. because seriously, who the fuck's idea was this? your memory span of a goldfish didn't make it any better.

so, why did you major in chemistry? good question.

... no answer.

your knee bounced as you hunched over at your bedroom desk, having a staring contest with the paper below you. one you were losing terribly.

time for bed.

you peeled the moisturizing sheet mask off of your face, sighing as you tossed it in the mini trash to your left. somehow, standing up felt like sipping an overly carbonated sprite —sharp and chaotic, you nearly fell over feeling the sleep in your legs, a sting in your butt from sitting so long.

but, at least you were home. and even better, home alone for the entire week. your parents were away for their anniversary.

dorming was never a thought going into college. and frankly, you'd eat a jean jacket before doing so. you loved your room. the peace and quiet, your own space and privacy. all the little things in it that reflected your mind.

plus, you can't exactly flick the bean with a roommate always around.

unless you're both, like... really horny lesbians.

ask anyone. chem homework will put you to sleep faster than melatonin, you knew to pamper up before your study session. showered and shaved, dressed in silk sleepwear, your hair pulled back by a plush spa headband. you were all set for a long awaited good night's rest.

you began tidying up on your desk, neatly stacking textbooks, stuffing your papers back in their folders, squeezing highlighters and pens back into their pouch. but few items remained, and they made your busy hands become still.

a half-eaten bar of korean chocolate, van cleef bracelets still in their boxes, a glass vase of pink and white lego flowers next to your new macbook.

heeseung's valentine's day gifts.

there were more that'd been camping in your room for a while, untouched and neglected, still wrapped in their pink ribbons. the pressure of upcoming finals was swallowing you whole, and somewhere in the blur of all-nighters and deadlines, you completely forgot you had a boyfriend 5,000 miles away.

you wondered what heeseung was up to. maybe asleep, whatever time it was in korea. and if not, on his 4th pack of nongshim.

you couldn't help but smile, picking up the vase and admiring the toy bouquet, all of its complex miniature pieces. cherry blossoms and lotuses—your favorite flowers. your boyfriend was so thoughtful.

so sweet.

you thought back to the sweetness of his cherry chapstick. the warmth of his skilled tongue, the way it swirled in your mouth and all the other places that 14th of february.

heeseung was the best kisser, god did it make you so wet. it was so easy to get lost in him, to kiss and kiss until your head spun—until you were dazed and dizzy, drunk off the taste of his lips.

he liked to take his time with you. to tease, to savor the heat of the moment until you whimpered and begged for more.

you didn't realize how much you missed it until now.

he was yours in real life, not some parasocial fairytale that his fans dwelled in. it ate you alive— not being able to show and tell, and it was bittersweet how little you got to see him. heeseung always found small ways to show that he cared, to show how much he missed you, and you clung to them tight. but the space between visits still stung.

you tried not to think about it as much. it was almost like a trauma response—purposely keeping yourself busy so you didn't drown in the heartache. deep down inside, you really missed him.

you set the vase down, turning your head to all the gift bags and boxes by your bedroom door. a wave of guilt crept into your stomach.

you didn't have to open them to know that heeseung put his unwavering love for you into each and every one. he'd probably been waiting to hear what you thought, to hear a thank you. you were curious as to why he hasn't asked, how the two of you had been talking without a mention of them.

it almost felt like there was a reason for his silence. like there was something you had to do first, something you were supposed to uncover on your own.

you tip-toed over quietly, picking up the topmost box. it was noticeably smaller than the others—about the size of a shoebox, but heavier than it looked. you chuckled at the rushed cursive of your name in the corner of the matte white paper.

with a gentle plop onto your bed, you pulled the box into your lap. it was cutely tied with a perfect bow, just like all the others. so heeseung—his little attempts to make all things girly just the way you liked them.

you untied it, and slowly tore apart its wrapping. the top lifted off easily, revealing layers of crinkled pink tissue paper.

you removed them.

and when you did, your breath had never caught so hard in your throat at what lay beneath. like air had been yanked clean out of your lungs.

whatever you'd expected, it wasn't this.

clear and glossy, the most bright neon pink.

a fake penis.

a dildo.

this had to be some fucking joke.

you'd never used a sex toy before, nor had heeseung ever brought up the idea. it wasn't like you were completely closed off to the thought, it just seemed unnecessary. with the stress of work and school, there wasn't a horny bone in your body by the end of the night. not a spare second for you to crave anything other than sleep.

you picked up the dildo, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to make sense of it.

a chronic masturbater would've loved it. gummy-like to the feel, textured with scarily realistic veins. even the balls looked real.

it was so... big. and heavy.

you had to admit, it was a nice looking dick. but what made your stomach whirl the most —it was oddly similar to heeseung's length and girth, almost like he'd gotten it made custom to replicate himself. your two hands barely fit around it as you analyzed it in your grip.

you looked around your room—as if someone could've been watching—and quickly tucked it back safe, covering it with tissue. but when you did a double take into the box, there was more.

there it was. delicate, deceiving in its soft appearance.

another toy. a rose toy.

you'd heard about this one before, just never felt the urge to try it out yourself.

well... until now.

maybe it was just the curiosity, but excitement began to flicker within you. you picked it up, studying its petal-like designs. it was portable, and pretty. girls seemed to adore this rose—how it made them see stars, left their legs shaking like never before, how it sucked so much better than a man.

but it seemed impossible. no way could it beat your man.

not with the mouth he has.

you were still trying to make sense of heeseung's intentions. because... why? it wasn't like you'd asked for these, or ever complained about the lack of sex. if anything, waiting for him only made it better, more intense, more worth it.

what on gods green earth was he thinking?

and just when you thought the surprise was over, you spotted it. tucked beneath a final layer of tissue at the very bottom of the box was a single folded piece of paper. two words screamed at you on the front: read me.

your fingers hesitated, almost shy. your heart raced with anticipation as you opened it. your eyes skimmed over what was obviously heeseung's handwriting, except this time it was small and neat—more thoughtful in pink ink.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 ᥫ᭡

𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ꨄ

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 ༝༚༝༚

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[prettydaisygirl]

Heyy~I have a james potter x reader request.

They have a love hate relation,and they keeps on fight but its really only frome one side cause james secretly is in love with reader and loves seeing her mad as its the only way he'll have her full attention.

But james let it's out by accident and reader have fun with this new info and seduces and flirts with james. James becomes all dazed & flustered by reader batting her eyelashes at him.

You can take your own take on this and maybe reader dominates james in bed.....👀

P.s(this is my third request for you and you have nailed the previous requests nd the first time requesting something 18+) please feel free to ignore it💗

Hello nonnie!! OMG thank you so much for your request! I'm literally so honored that you keep making requests because you've enjoyed the other ones I've done for you 😭🩷 I saw the plot of this in my head like a movie when I read your request and I wrote down the basics and had to wait until I had a good time I could sit down and write it all haha, it's been on my mind all week. Hope you enjoy this one, my love!! 

academic rival!James Potter x fem!reader who seduces James to get ahead ✿ 3.6k words

cw: NSFW 18+, university au, James is the top student, reader is second, academic rivals, reader has complicated feelings, reader has kinda iffy intentions, reader is manipulative (?) but then falls in love, dry humping, choking, unprotected p in v, mentions of alcohol

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You tap your pen against the edge of the table, bouncing your leg under the desk. Your eyes dart back and forth around the classroom, looking at everyone else waiting too.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes lock with his, and you pause. Your eyelids narrow, his brown orbs matching yours and narrowing too. You roll your eyes and look away. Fucking James Potter.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Sirius, James’ best friend, roommate, and favorite nuisance, groans loudly where he is sprawled in his chair next to James, feet up on the desk. Remus, the one person in their group who you can stand, elbows Sirius and shoots him a quick glare. James’ eyes are still on you, smirk on his lips, and you send him a dirty look. He’s so fucking cocky.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The door to the lecture hall finally opens, and everyone sits up a bit. Well, everyone except Sirius. 

The professor stomps in, ten minutes late but with clearly no cares in the world, the stack of papers in his hand catching your attention. The exam from last class, one that might finally allow you to pull ahead of James. Or, he did better than you again, and you’ll have to suffer his cruel teasing for another few weeks so you can cram until the next exam. You need that test back. 

Your professor places everything down at his desk with a light groan, running a hand through his hair. He looks around the room, scanning all of his students’ faces, before clearing his throat. 

“I’ll be passing back exams at the end of the hour.” There’s a collective groan but he doesn’t care, continuing on with the lesson. You force yourself to pay attention and take notes, to not think about the potential outcomes of your exam results, to not look in James’ direction even though you know if you did that he would be looking at you. 

This thing between you and James has been going on since freshman year. You stepped onto campus, bright-eyed and valedictorian of your high school, and you vowed to yourself that you were going to repeat the success of the last four years. And, for the most part, you have. 

Except for James Potter. He’s a constant thorn in your side, and he relishes in it. The two of you are in a constant battle for who will be the top student at the University. James somehow always ends up on top. And so for you, it really is a war. You fight tooth and nail. You stay up way too late studying every night, living off of caffeine and short naps between classes. You involve yourself in different activities, you complete every extra credit opportunity, and you attend every office hour, every study session, every single thing you can do. And yet, you always find yourself lagging behind James Potter, who seems to score perfectly on every exam despite not opening his textbook once. It’s infuriating, and you hate him. 

He knows that he gets on your nerves. He loves it, he purposely antagonizes you. Like he’s doing right now.

Your eyes meet his, unconsciously seeking him out as he takes over your thoughts. His eyes are there, on you, just as you knew they would be. He sends you a cheeky wink. Prick. 

Your handwriting is shaky today, a result of your bouncing leg as your stomach churns with anxiety, waiting for the exam results. You chew on your nail, crossing off a word and shaking your head when you spell it wrong. When you aren’t writing, it’s back to tapping.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

You don’t feel like you take a full breath until the test is physically in your hand. You practically tear it away from the professor, eyes darting all over until you spot the score. 100%. Your heart soars, but then you falter just a bit when you realize you missed the extra credit question. You pray that James did too, or that he didn’t score as high.

But you know better.

And so does James, evidently. Because the second you look up, that signature smirk is on his lips and he holds up the test so you can see, a long finger pointing at his score in the top right.

102%. Fuck. 

You really don’t want to be here. The music is too loud, everyone is drunk, and there’s a cloud of smoke so thick you find it a little hard to breathe. 

You had been wallowing in self-pity in your dorm, pouring over your textbook on a Friday night instead of doing anything fun. Because of James fucking Potter and his stupid 102%. He’s been teasing you all week, laughing and whispering with his friends when you walk by.

“Need me to tutor you, darling?” He’d called out with a bright voice, only chuckling when you flipped him off. You hate him and his beautiful face. 

And tonight, your study/self-pity session was interrupted by your phone ringing several times. 

Your roommate asked you to come pick her up from a party, but you’ve searched the frat house twice now with no sign of her. You’ve tried calling, and she won’t answer your texts either. It’s frustrating, and you’re about to go home without her when a familiar voice catches your attention. 

“I mean it!” You know it’s James before you see him, peeking around the corner to spot him, Sirius, Remus, and Peter pouring drinks in the kitchen. “She looked at me eleven times today. I counted!”

“You’re hopeless.” Sirius announces, head shaking before pouring some of the alcohol directly into his mouth from the bottle. Peter gives him a disgusted look and you almost snort. “She hates you.” “I know,” James seems defeated at Sirius’ words and your curiosity is fully peaked at this point. “Why do you think I have to count how many times she looks at me?”

“Have you ever tried, I don’t know, talking to the poor girl?” Remus asks, taking a sip from his cup before taking the bottle away from Sirius when he drinks straight from it again. 

“She always thinks I’m teasing her, even when I really mean it.” James shakes his head, “If pissing her off and getting better scores than her is what keeps her eyes on me, then that’s what I’ll do.” 

Oh. Oh. 

Is he talking about you?

You hold your breath, pressing closer to the wall as though you’ll be able to hear any better, peeking around the corner to watch the four men talk. James takes a large sip of his drink and you find your eyes lingering over his figure.

“I still think you should just tell her.” Peter speaks up and James knocks into him with his shoulder. 

“You know I can’t just do that, Pete.” James shakes his head, and you watch as his chocolate curls flutter against his forehead. “What do I say? ��Hi, I know you’ve hated me for the last two and a half years and I’ve been pretending to hate you too. Can we go on a date?’”

Sirius snorts, and it’s in perfect timing to cover the slight gasp that comes out of your mouth. He really is talking about you.

James Potter has feelings for you. You thought he hated your guts. 

“What are you doing?” The voice of your roommate from behind you has you practically jumping out of your skin. You whip around to find her watching you with a judgmental look on her face.

“Nothing!” You say quickly, clearing your throat. “I’ve been looking for you. Are you ready? Let’s go.” You don’t really give her a chance to argue, tugging at her arm as you pull her out of the frat house and back to your car. 

You try to pay attention to the conversation your roommate is having with you on the way home, but it’s difficult. Your mind is racing, focus on the conversation you overheard back at the party.

Does James really have feelings for you? He said he only continues to rile you up because you won’t look at him any other way. You don’t trust him if he acts serious. Is that true? 

The only time you can remember that James Potter tried to act sincere with you was the one time you had to miss an exam due to needing a trip to the hospital. He pleaded with the professor on your behalf, convincing him to let you take it a different day. When he told you what he did, you assumed it was because he didn’t want to win an unfair fight. You didn’t think he’d advocate for you because he cares or anything. 

Oh. Maybe James is right. Maybe you don’t take him seriously. 

You toss and turn in your bed that night for hours, mind racing as you rethink almost every interaction you’ve had with the bespectacled boy since the two of you met freshman year. James, for all his annoying flaws, seems to be a good friend. He’s thoughtful, he’s funny, and he’s so handsome it makes you sick sometimes. And he’s so, so smart. 

You hate the feelings churning in your stomach. On one hand, you hate him. Even if he has feelings for you, that doesn’t make it okay for him to tease you, and you still want to be better than him. You need to win. But on the other hand… you could really like him, you think. If you let yourself fall for him. If he really does have feelings for you and it wasn’t all a cruel joke.

But how could it be a joke? James didn’t even know you’d been at the party, and none of his friends had spotted you either. They’d been talking casually, not like they were making fun of you. 

You sigh, flopping into a different position again as you try to get comfortable. You spring up suddenly when you get an idea. 

“I’m going to seduce James Potter.” You say, a happy laugh falling from your lips. “And then I’ll sit by him during the next exam and he’ll be so distracted that I’ll score higher than him!”

You grunt suddenly as a pillow comes in contact with the side of your head, flung by your roommate.

“Go to sleep!”

You’re tapping your pen on your desk again. But this time, there’s no exam to take or score to wait for. You’re waiting for the end of class, eyes darting between the clock and the boy who you’re hoping to catch on the way out. James.

He seems to notice that you’re looking at him more often. You knew he stared at you a lot, but you didn’t know it was actually the entire lecture. You find yourself glancing at him repeatedly, his eyes waiting for yours every time you do. 

This is making you more nervous than you thought it would. You’ve thrown insults and curse words at James like it’s second nature, but the idea of asking him to come back to your dorm with you is making you feel a bit sick. What if you misunderstood everything you overheard? What if they’d been talking about someone else and now you’re going to make a fool of yourself, providing a lifetime of bullying fuel for the one person who really can get under your skin?

You shake your head as the professor dismisses the class, swallowing nervously and quickly packing up your things. You shove down your anxiety, replaying your plan in your head.

Get him in your dorm. Get him naked. Get close enough to keep him distracted from his classes.

You head toward the lecture hall’s doors, and find James and Sirius walking out right in front of you.

“James?” You call out to him. Both James and Sirius turn around, James with eyes as wide as saucers, and Sirius with a bit of a gleam in his eye. 

“Hey,” James says, running a hand through his hair as he tries to seem casual. Now that you see it, it’s so obvious. You’d thought he was so cocky before, now you realize he’s been trying to get your attention..

“Could we… talk?” You ask, shuffling a bit on your feet as your heart races. You try to seem solid, but you don’t know what you’ll do if he laughs in your face and calls you a loser.

He doesn’t. He wouldn’t. Instead he says, “Of course,” though you can tell by the look on his face that he is incredibly confused about why you want to speak to him.

James waves Sirius off and you take a breath. “Can we… go to my dorm?” You ask him.

You can see the suspicion in his eyes, the way the muscles in his jaw tighten and his lips purse. He crosses his arms and then speaks, voice a bit short and clipped. “Your dorm?”

“Yes.” You say with a nod, keeping your voice steady even though you feel like your heart might explode, “I just… I need to talk to you.”

Your words and tone seem to have the desired effect and his hardness softens just a bit. He nods, and walks back with you to your dorm. Your roommate is gone tonight, at her boyfriend’s house, so you know no one will interrupt your plans. 

You sit on the bed, gesturing for James to do the same. He looks out of place here, and it doesn’t help that his body is fully tense and he seems extremely uncomfortable. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” James asks, and you understand why he is so suspicious of you. He should be, considering your plan. But you have to score higher than him on the next test. And if that means distracting him with his feelings for you, then you’ll do it. 

“I’ve just been… doing some thinking.” You say slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You move a bit closer to him, sitting on your knees beside him. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

That gets his attention. His head whips in your direction, his guard falling for a moment from the shock of your words. “You’re apologizing to me?” You nod, playing with a strand of your hair. “I haven’t been very nice, and I… I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person. I like you, James.”

He stares at you, lips slightly parted, and it’s like you can see his brain short-circuit. His eyes, as big and beautiful as always underneath his glasses, blink several times as he tries to process what you’ve said. You wait, and after a long moment you decide to speak again.

“Aren’t you going to say you like me back?”

“What?” James shakes his head, and it seems like his hand reaches for your waist instinctively, but stops short of actually touching you. “I mean, yes. I like you, but I don’t understand. I thought…”

“That I hated you?” You say, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him. You see his pupils dilate, his Adam’s apple bob. You shake your head. “I don’t hate you, James. Actually, I…” You lean forward to reach and brush some curls off his forehead, then whisper to him, “I really, really want you.” 

“Is this really happening?” James asks, like he’s torn between his mind and his heart. You don’t give him a second to question you, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. He responds immediately grabbing for you and deepening the kiss. His grip is tight, and he lets out little whines and moans in your mouth. You ignore the way the sounds make your thighs clench and your stomach warm. 

He pulls you forward into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. You roll forward, pressing down against him. He’s already hard, and you can tell he’s big. Your heart flutters but you ignore it, continuing to focus on James as you find him bucking his hips up into yours. He really must have been pent up, waiting for this. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” He whispers between kisses, hands grasping at you like a man touch-starved. 

When he pulls his lips away from yours to breathe, he quickly leans forward to attach them to your neck. You find your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts out against your skin and leaves saliva and warmth in its wake. Despite trying to push down your own feelings, you find yourself wanting more of him. Not just to seduce him, but also because it feels good. 

You reach down, freeing James from his pants. He lifts his hips a bit to help you. He’s even bigger than you thought and he finds the audacity to smirk a bit at you, making you roll your eyes.

You stroke him a few times, hearing him whimper your name. You hate the way your throat tightens when he does. Your own pants are tossed aside quickly, along with your underwear. 

James’ hands grasp at your hips, and his eyes are dark and hazy as you look down at him from your place on his lap. His Adam’s apple bobs again as he swallows thickly, his chest a bit shaky as he breathes. 

It’s time to lock in, you think, and lean forward to press a kiss to his jaw. You literally watch his dick twitch and you lick up his neck to his ear.

“Are you going to let me fuck you, James?” You whisper into his ear, seeing his body shiver. A thought crosses your mind that being above him like this feels a million times better than being above him in GPA, but you force that idea away as soon as it appears. 

He whines, and you pull back, sliding a hand up to rest against the front of his throat. You tilt your head and see James’ entire face flush, his cock bright red and already leaking. “Well?”

“Yes, please, yeah…” He whines and you pretend not to absolutely relish in the way it sounds. 

You squeeze his throat a bit as you slide down onto him, and he practically cums right then. You smirk a bit, giving the both of you a moment to adjust. He feels really fucking good, too good. You find yourself enjoying every roll of your hips, every buck of his. You squeeze a bit tighter every time he tries to speak, and it always has his eyes rolling back and his hands gripping you harder. His body trembles, and pieces of strangled whimpers escape his mouth as you grind down onto him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” You moan out, the sound escaping you before you can stop yourself. One of James’ hands moves to your wrist, holding it but not pulling it away from his neck. In fact, at the next roll of your hips, he pushes your wrist closer, encouraging you to tighten your grip, and you do. 

The sight of his writhing beneath you is everything you could ever have hoped for. James is completely at your mercy, and it makes you feel invincible. You cum harder than you ever have in your life, and James follows not long after. 

You make the mistake of falling asleep next to him afterward, telling yourself that it’s to make him really think you like him. Not because you wanted to sleep with your ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heart beat. It’s just soothing. You tell yourself it won’t happen again, even though deep down, you know you’re lying. This has changed things for you, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.

The day of the next exam finally comes, and for once, you find that you aren’t nervous. You studied your ass off the entire past week, and with your plan to distract James going well so far, you don’t feel like you have much to worry about.

You take a seat next to James for this one, and he smiles lovingly at you. His friends snort, and you wonder what he told them. The talking stops instantly as tests are passed around. You spend the entire time brushing your foot against James’ calf, at one point bending over to pick up your pencil and purposely showing him your cleavage. It works to distract him, and you’ve convinced yourself that you have this in the bag.

You leave feeling confident, James following you like a puppy. He’s been by your side almost the entire time since you hooked up with him. You find you like having him around. 

As his hand slides into yours and his smile makes your heart skip, you aren’t sure if you're still lying to yourself about how you feel. The more time you spend with him, the more you find yourself liking him. It happens slowly, until one day you realize that the things that used to be frustrating about him now make him endearing. Your walls crumble like old castle walls, until you’ve accepted that maybe these feelings have been there since the beginning.

It’s these realizations alone that keep you from breaking down when you finally see the test scores.

“How?” You ask, eyes darting between your test and James’. You got a 98%. James got 100%.. “I was trying to give you a boner the entire time!”

“Joke's on you,” James says with a smirk, grabbing your test from you and pressing a kiss to your cheekbone. “That happens every time I watch you during an exam. I’m used to it.”

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© prettydaisygirl

[speed-world]

Hello!! If it's not too much to ask, can you write a cookie run kingdom au where y/n is a traveler? I just think that's the most logical way to somehow get them involved into stories and meet different cookies altogether. Maybe a few scenarios in which involve their encounters with the ancients before the main plot of crk?

A cookie stood with his sheep, observing the lands before him in silence as the winds howled and blew beside him. He was making his last few preparations before his journey, but as he turned around, he saw an unfamiliar face that appeared to be in awe of the lands much like he was…

“Oh, pardon me, but I’ve never seen a cookie like you before. You look so incredibly well and unbothered, may I ask if you have a secret to keeping your dough so healthy?”

“Oh, me? Hehe, I don’t think I have any ‘secret’ to my healthy or anything like that. I’m simply a traveler wandering Earthbread.”

“Really? So am I! I’ll be taking a pilgrimage to the Sugar-Free Road, and complete its 12 trials. What about you, where are you headed?”

“Wherever the earth and winds take me, I suppose. I don’t have a destination in mind, per se, but I’m so interested in exploring the marvelous depths across every corner of Earthbread! But, if you don’t mind me asking, what makes you want to venture to the Sugar-Free Road alone? Surely those trials can’t be the only reason.”

“You sound like you’ve been there before, is there something I should be aware of before I go?”

“Yeah, maybe don’t go by yourself. It’s a treacherous path that’ll leave you wishing you never went. I myself turned back when I was there because of how worn out I was. I would want to go back sometime, especially since I feel more accustomed to traveling to do so, but doing so alone is not something I’m doing again.”

“I see…well to answer your question, I strive to find the truth as to why cookies - those crumbling, incomplete, and not-so-sweet - all must suffer so. I wish for all beings of dough to be happy, and that is I will accept those trials. Hopefully I’ll find the answers I’m looking for at the end of the path.”

“That’s…that’s actually really nice! I respect that a lot, and I kinda feel the same way; wanting everyone to not suffer. But you won’t do well by yourself, would you mind if I tag along?”

“Really? Are you sure my goals won’t get in the way of yours?”

“Nah, of course not! You get to complete the trials and, hopefully, find your answers, while I get to see everything of the Sugar-Free Road and document it! Plus, I get to make a new friend too!”

“New friend..? Ahaha, I’m honored to call you friend too! My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, and you are?”

“Y/N Cookie, a pleasure to meet ya Pure Vanilla Cookie!”

“Likewise, Y/N Cookie. I’m glad we’ll take this journey together!”

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The screeching roar of a dragon fills the air as it gradually got more distant. The dragon’s pursuer was aggravated, but still determined…

“Huff…huff…darn that dragon getting away, again!! I think I’m starting to loose count, is this the 80th time? No, it can’t have been that much…..argghh—! No matter, I’ll keep hunting it down and—!”

The bushes ahead of Hollyberry Cookie rustle as an astonished cookie stepped out, and looked to the sky where the dragon flew off. They were completely in awe and wanted to get a better look at the majestic creature.

“Woah!! Was that a dragon just now? I’ve seen glimpses of them on my travels, but that one was so close!! This could be a chance to really meet a dragon, maybe even feel its scales!! Hahaha, I gotta go now and—“

“Hey, hold it right there!”

“Huh? Oh, hey there! Are you after the dragon too?”

“That’s one way to put it; I’m hunting that dragon. I need to defeat it for the trouble its caused the Hollyberry Kingdom!”

“Oh my, I had no idea. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s quite alright, that dragon won’t escape me so easily! But, what brings you out here? And why do you want to see that dragon?”

“Ah, well I’m a traveler, you see? I want to explore every neat corner of Earthbread and all the specialties in between!”

“Really now? Interesting, it’s been awhile since I’ve met such an adventurous cookie like myself! I’m Hollyberry Cookie, pleased to meet you friend!”

“Y/N Cookie, the pleasure is all mine Hollyberry Cookie!”

“Well Y/N Cookie, what do you say we go hunting this dragon together? It’s always more fun to travel with a partner, and I’ll promise you to see every bit of the dragon up close!”

“For real?! Awesome!! Ohohoho, this is gonna be fun, I can’t wait to go!”

“Why don’t you tell me about your travels on the way? I’ll, of course, share you many of my own! I’ll even treat you to the finest berry juice my kingdom has to offer when it’s over!”

“Why thank you! I’ve never had berry juice from the Hollyberry Kingdom before, I can’t wait!!”

“It will be the finest you’ve ever had, you wouldn’t want any other! This is already becoming a fine adventure, hahaha!!”

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Black lightning and dark clouds...What's next, a blizzard that freezes your very breath? The scale of the anomalies is growing. The Cookies in the Frozen Snowfield are perishing one by one. While it seems logical for any cookie to avoid venturing out to such an extreme treacherous environment, two cookies were individually hiking up anyways. Although for their own reasons, their ambitions may align with one another’s….

“Hmm? Oh hey there, I wasn’t expecting any company here!”

“Neither was I…are you a cookie from one of villages affected by the blizzards?”

“Me? Oh no, I’m just a traveler passing by to witness something spectacular!! Here, listen closely—“

“Grrrrrr…..”

“Hhrrrrrraaaaaahh…..”

“The growls of not one, but two dragons-in one place!! I wonder what it is here that could’ve brought them here; ooohh I’ve got to see them up close!”

“You’re here for…sightseeing dragons? How strange.”

“You sound disappointed, is everything alright bud?”

“No. I am here to know more of the weather anomalies occurring through this continent. This harsh weather has caused cookies to suffer and crumble, and I refuse to let it endure another minute.”

“Oh my, I had no idea that was happening. I’m so sorry…”

“Pick your head up, you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Ah, r-right. *ahem*…let me help you.”

“What? No, I’m afraid I can’t. These cookies have suffered for too long, and I can’t risk another getting in the way and—“

“I promise I won’t get in your way. I’ll help aid those cookies with you; I have plenty of supplies to offer some kind of help, be it food or water or anything in between.”

“Hmm…very well then. I believe our interests might be more in common than I realize. Let’s not waste any more time and be on our way.”

“Of course! I’m Y/N Cookie, by the way, pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Dark Cacao Cookie, don’t mention it. Let us do our absolute best for the cookies!”

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Under the intense, near-intolerable heat of the desert sun, two cookies traverse the sands bearing wide smiles of determination. Both hold their own greedy ambitions, yet aren’t driven apart by each other’s desires.

“Hah, you know, I’m still amazed as to why you’re traveling with me to the old ruins. I was wandering the desert to find this marvelous treasure, but you just want to look at them, document them, and that’s it! Why go through such risks if all you want to do is go sight seeing?”

“Hehe, well I guess you could say that’s the treasure I’m hunting for. To see all the wonders of Earthbread, its beauties in its dangers, the uniqueness of every continent, I want to capture all of it and learn everything about it! Plus, it’s super fun to meet all kinds of desserts along the way, especially one as dynamic as you!”

“So interesting, you almost make me want to share the treasure I find with you; almost, of course.”

“I don’t blame you, heh. You wandered all this way for it, it’s only fair that it all belongs to you.”

“Right? I would’ve heard if someone on Earthbread had laid their hands on it first. But then again…I want to show my gratitude for your help. This journey would’ve been boring and perhaps fruitless if not for you; what is your name?”

“Y/N Cookie, a pleasure!”

“Y/N Cookie, I am Golden Cheese Cookie. I shall never forget all you’ve done for me! Your greed for the world is something to admire for eons; nearly as great as my greed for my treasure. You and I together shall be legendary!”

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Somewhere, in a secluded area relatively distant from the nearest cookie civilization, a lone cookie was weeping as she was suffering from a nightmare. A passerby cookie heard her cries, and wanted to know what troubled her so…

“E-Excuse me, hello? Are you okay ma’am?”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I… Oh…it was that same dream again. I’m sorry, I didn’t know another cookie was here…”

“No no, it’s alright, you didn’t bother me. I was just traveling by, venturing out to find some incredible things about Earthbread!”

“You were…traveling? Just freely and…eagerly going about across Earthbread alone? …..why?”

“Ehehe, I suppose why not? There’s so many incredible marvels about this world that I wanna see and experience for myself! There’s just so many things and secrets that I want to know about, how could I not be eager to see it all, ahaha!”

“….s-so carefree and curious…they’re just—“

“Hmm, you say something?”

“N-no, I was just muttering to myself…”

“….Hey, you hungry?”

“What? How’d you…—“

“You have crumbs falling from your hands, how long have you been without something to eat?”

“I…I do not know. I suppose it’s been a while since I’ve eaten something. Maybe I’m getting too lost in my thoughts…”

You pulled out a lot of food from your bags and laid it out in front of the cookie.

“T-that’s so much food! Shouldn’t you keep some for yourself if you’re traveling?”

“I got plenty more, don’t you worry. But if you were here resting from traveling, then it looks like you weren’t fully prepared. Is there any reason why you’re traveling out here?”

“Yes…I want to know the truth.”

“….the truth about, what?”

“Why were we, the cookies, created? Why were we brought into this world? Why were we created so small and fragile? If only all cookies were born strong, unbreakable. If only then…I…”

“Shhh, calm down, alright? Take a break for now, eat up. You can tell me more when we’re back out on the road.”

“I-we?! What do you mean, ‘we?’ I’d get in your way with whatever it is you’re after.”

“I’m not after anything in particular, remember? I wanna traverse and see all of Earthbread, and from the sounds of what answers you’re after, it seems like we may be going down similar paths.”

“….Perhaps you’re right. Okay then, I’ll go with you, to find the answers I’m seeking. …Who are you, exactly…?”

“I’m Y/N Cookie!”

“I’m White Lily Cookie. I’m…thankful for you, Y/N Cookie. I never thought I’d have anyone to help me with this, I figured I’d just burden someone else with my struggles…”

“Don’t mention it, I’m perfectly fine with it! No one should really be alone for a long journey; especially for the one you want to take. I’m more than happy to go with you, White Lily Cookie.”

“Thank you, Y/N Cookie…I will never forget your kindness.”

[svt-luna]

ʚིᵋ ⋆ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album ‘HAPPY BURSTDAY’ LISTENING SESSION ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album 'HAPPY BURSTDAY' LISTENING SESSION

synopsis: Join SEVENTEEN in this listening session for their 5th Album HAPPY BURSTDAY, filled with heartfelt reactions, behind-the-scenes stories, and playful moments you won’t want to miss.

wc: 7.3k

my family and i have been traveling lately, so i have been busy and haven’t been updating 😭 this is my little token for you, my loves because i simply couldn’t help myself! after watching this video, i knew you guys would love to see the members’ reaction to Luna’s solo song (i do too!!) however, this will be a shorter post because i will not be doing the entire video considering it won’t really change anything plot wise. i will, however, focus on their reaction to Luna’s solo song and Luna’s reaction to Jeonghan’s solo song + JeongNa crumbs because… JEONGNA FOREVER! anyway, happy reading my loves and see you soon!! 💖

oh! and! STREAM HAPPY BURSTDAY!

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt youtube

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

The studio was quiet, dimly lit with just enough warm light coming from the ceiling panels and computer screens. The equipment around the room gave off a soft hum— mixers, monitors, wires, a few glowing buttons here and there.

The desk in front of the dual monitors was packed, but not messy— everything had its place. There were folders open on the screens already, each one marked neatly with names, tracks, timestamps. The walls were padded, the soundproofing thick enough to make everything feel still. Even the air felt heavier somehow, in a good way.

Behind the desk, a long couch sat against the back wall. A little wrinkled from use. Some bottles of water, a blanket folded up at the side. It looked like a room meant for focus, not fun— but familiar enough that it didn’t feel stiff.

Woozi came in first.

He walked straight in, quiet, like this was just another Tuesday for him. He sat in the producer’s chair without a word, leaned forward, and immediately got to work. His hands went to the keyboard and mouse right away, clicking through files, setting things up. He wasn’t rushing, just moving like he already knew exactly where everything was. The screen lit up in front of him while he adjusted some sliders and cleaned up the timeline on one of the tracks.

It was calm. No chaos. Nothing like how Seventeen usually acted during variety shoots or Going Seventeen. The vibe here was completely different—serious, but not stiff. Comfortable. Like they all knew they could focus and just be themselves without the jokes flying every five seconds.

Then the door opened.

“Woozi!”

Dokyeom stepped in, his voice echoing a little in the quiet room. It broke the silence, but not in a bad way. Woozi answered with a small hum, still not looking up from the screen.

Dokyeom made his way to the couch and sat down, stretching out a little as he got comfortable. He looked around like he was expecting the others to follow soon— and he was right.

Not long after, the door opened again and Seungcheol walked in, holding a cup of coffee. He didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod as he passed by and took a seat by the end, close enough to keep an eye on everything. He looked chill. Focused. Like he was already settling into work mode without needing to talk much.

Then Dino and Hoshi came in together.

“Hello.” Dino said, soft but clear.

They both walked in like they knew exactly where they wanted to sit, not making a fuss. The room was starting to fill out slowly, like drops of water hitting a still surface one by one.

Minghao and Jun followed next. Quiet, calm, just sliding in and taking their spots. No one needed to say much. Everyone just kind of… settled in naturally.

Then came Joshua and Vernon.

“Hey, hey,” Joshua greeted as they walked in. Vernon nodded, tucking his earphones in his pockets.

People were sitting now— on the couch, on the chairs, leaning against the walls. It wasn’t packed yet, but the energy was shifting a little. More people, but still calm. Still grounded. It was a totally different kind of silence now— one where everyone was waiting for something to start, but not in a rush to get there.

Only twelve of them were present today.

Jeonghan and Wonwoo weren’t here. Still off doing their military service. No one really mentioned it out loud, but it was obvious. The space they left behind felt noticeable in its own quiet way.

“Hello!”

Seungkwan walked in with a burst of energy, like he hadn’t gotten the memo that the vibe in the room was chill. His voice bounced off the walls a little, but it didn’t bother anyone. It just made a few heads turn and smile without even meaning to.

“We just have Mingyu and Jiyeon left,” Woozi said from the desk, still focused on the screen but very aware of the room.

“We’re waiting for Mingyu and Jiyeon,” Seungcheol added, nodding.

“They were taking pictures outside,” Seungkwan said, throwing the two under the bus without hesitation.

A few quiet laughs. No one was surprised.

And then, a few minutes later, the door opened again.

Luna stepped in first, and Mingyu followed right behind her.

Both of them were wearing all black— Mingyu in a black turtleneck and matching pants, Luna in an oversized black jacket with the collar popped just slightly. And of course, they were both wearing sunglasses.

They didn’t mean to match. But they did. And they looked like they knew it.

“Hello,” Mingyu said first.

“Sorry we’re late,” he added right after, both of them still standing by the door for a second like they weren’t sure if they were walking into a meeting or a music video.

“Seungkwannie said you were taking photos, that’s why,” Seungcheol said, tone somewhere between teasing and scolding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu giggled, not even pretending to deny it.

“You two look cool,” Joshua chimed in, glancing over at their matching vibe.

“Why’d you think we were taking photos outside?” Luna smirked, making her way toward the couch without missing a beat.

She spotted an empty space at the other end, right in front of Seungcheol, and took a seat there like it had been saved for her. Mingyu pulled up a nearby chair, placed it next to her, and sat down with his arms crossed and a grin still stuck on his face.

Now they were all here.

Well— twelve of them.

And it was time to start.

Once everyone had found their spot and gotten comfortable, there was a small lull in the room. A few sips of coffee. Some minor adjusting in seats. Woozi tapped something on the keyboard, and the speakers gave off a soft, anticipatory hum.

“That means we’re all here now!” Dino suddenly said, his voice cutting through the calm with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

“We’re all here,” Joshua repeated with a relaxed nod, smiling a little as he leaned back into the couch.

“Everyone’s here now. So let’s hear our songs one by one.” Dino proposed, glancing around like he was cueing them into some sort of group agreement.

From the producer’s chair, Woozi spun his swivel chair around to face them. “We don’t need to listen to the group songs,” he said casually, arms folding in front of him like he was about to explain something technical.

“But we should… Or not? We’ve heard them a lot, right?” Seungkwan offered, head tilted like he was already second-guessing his own suggestion.

“‘THUNDER,’ ‘HBD,’” Woozi listed the group songs off-hand like they were groceries.

“We’ve practiced ‘THUNDER’ a lot,” Seungcheol muttered from the couch, which triggered a tiny chorus of agreement.

“We already know the group songs,” Luna chimed in, backing Woozi’s point.

“We’ve listened to those three so many times already,” Woozi added, looking at the screen again, clicking a few folders open as he spoke.

“Let’s listen to the solo songs!” Hoshi said brightly, like he’d just thought of it, despite everyone already agreeing.

“We’re going by the order of the track list,” Dokyeom offered, sounding like a kid volunteering to be line leader.

“Go by the track list,” Jun echoed quickly, probably just wanting to move things along before someone changed the plan.

“We have the track list order. We can follow that, or if anyone wants…” Woozi began, turning his chair slightly again— but before he could finish, everyone interrupted him.

“Let’s just follow the track list,” they said in a messy but enthusiastic chorus.

“How was the track list set up?” Hoshi asked curiously, eyebrows raised.

“The album… It’s just that’s it was put together based on vibes.” Woozi answered as he turned back to the monitor, scrolling with focused little flicks of the mouse.

“Then, first up is Minghao.” Woozi said, clicking into a new folder.

“I know,” Minghao chuckled nervously, shifting in his seat as the others immediately responded with a collective, dramatic “Ohhh” of excitement and praise.

To test the volume, Hoshi pressed play on their title track, and ‘THUNDER’ blasted through the studio speakers. The bass vibrated a little in their seats— strong but not too overpowering. Everyone blinked a little at the sudden noise.

“How loud do we want the sound?” Woozi asked, adjusting a knob as the thunderous intro echoed around the studio.

“This is perfect,” Luna said, casually running her hands through her hair.

“I think this is good,” Joshua agreed with a calm nod, his voice mellow under the music.

“I think we can make it louder,” Minghao said from his seat, and Woozi— without hesitation— turned the dial up just a touch.

“Okay!” they all said together like a kindergarten class with homework instructions.

“We’ll go with this volume,” Woozi confirmed, giving one last satisfying flick to the controls.

“The sound is great here,” Dokyeom added, head bopping a little like he was already feeling the beat.

“I’m feeling nervous,” Minghao laughed, suddenly standing up like the nerves caught up with him all at once.

“You’re getting up? Why?” Jun chuckled, watching his fellow member start to pace lightly near the front of the room.

“You’re so cute,” Luna giggled from her seat, watching Minghao with an amused grin as he waved his hands slightly, clearly trying to shake off the jitters.

“Then… let’s cut to the chase and go with Minghao!” Woozi announced from the desk.

“I’m so nervous too! It feels like a briefing!” Seungkwan blurted, fidgeting like he was preparing to present a PowerPoint in front of his boss.

“We’ll say the song title first and share our thoughts after listening to it,” Woozi instructed smoothly, already pulling up the first file.

“Then, that person can talk about the thought process behind the song,” he added, glancing around the room.

“Okay!” the members all nodded in unison, ready.

What followed was a surprisingly touching but still fun hour of music and reactions.

In the order of the track list, one by one, each member’s solo track played: Minghao’s ‘Skyfall’, Joshua’s ‘Fortunate Change’, Wonwoo’s ‘99.9%’, Seungkwan’s ‘Raindrops’, Hoshi’s ‘Damage’, Mingyu’s ‘Shake It Off’, Dokyeom’s ‘Happy Virus’, Woozi’s ‘Destiny’, Vernon’s ‘Shining Star’, Jun’s ‘Gemini’, and Dino’s ‘Trigger.’

Each time a song started, all heads turned toward the one who made it. And without fail, that person would let out a tiny nervous laugh, shoot up from their seat, and start pacing somewhere in the room like it was instinct. Some of them circled near the couches. Others just stood behind their chairs, arms crossed or playing with the hem of their shirts. There was something about hearing your own voice out loud in a room full of your members that made even the most confident of them squirm a little.

The upbeat songs made the studio feel like a quiet dance party. Heads bobbed in sync. Shoulders bounced slightly. Some members tapped their knees, while others mouthed along to hooks they were hearing properly for the first time. Luna, in particular, tapped her fingers on her thigh to the rhythm, fully zoned in but still smiling.

When a ballad came on, the vibe naturally shifted. Their bodies leaned back. Eyes softened. Some swayed gently with the melody, others simply sat still, taking it in with thoughtful expressions. A few even closed their eyes for parts of it, not dramatically— just to really listen.

The best part was right after each track ended. That moment where they all immediately turned to the member who made it, faces full of honest surprise and impressed smiles. Every single song was followed by a wave of compliments— some casual, some loud, some over-the-top and playful. Everyone got their moment to shine, and the energy never dipped once. After each round of praise, the member who made the song would take a breath and explain the thoughts behind it— why they wrote it, how it came to be, what it meant to them.

As the songs went on and people kept getting up, sitting down, and scooting closer to or away from the speakers, the seating arrangement kept changing. At some point, no one was in their original spot anymore. Some moved to stand up. Others switched chairs just to sit beside whoever’s song was next. Luna ended up on the armrest of the couch once, and Woozi practically became the DJ-slash-usher for the whole rotation. It wasn’t organized at all— but that was exactly what made it fun. The chaos was lowkey but constant.

By the end of Dino’s track, only three songs remained.

Jeonghan’s.

Luna’s.

And Seungcheol’s.

The room settled a little again. The air wasn’t heavy— just expectant. They all sat, glanced around at each other, and got ready to keep going.

After Dino’s track finished, Seungcheol looked over at Woozi.

“Is Jeonghan next?” he asked.

“Next up is Jeonghan,” Woozi confirmed.

With that, Luna tucked her legs up on the sofa, wrapping her arms around Seungcheol’s neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her arm, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes without saying a word.

“Jeonghan’s song is great,” Dokyeom said, nodding.

“The song is called ‘Coincidence’,” Woozi added.

“We have both coincidence and connection,” Minghao mused.

“Destiny,” a chorus corrected him.

“Oh, it’s destiny,” Minghao said, chuckling.

Woozi clicked a few buttons, and the room filled with the soft, angelic voice of Jeonghan.

What if we had just decided to remain friends ~

How nice it would have been if we hadn’t made eye contact ~

The melody was gentle, a ballad that wrapped around the listeners like a warm blanket. Luna closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into Seungcheol’s side. He patted her arm, understanding the emotions she was feeling.

I’m just saying it’s all coincidence. I need to prepare my heart ~

But on that long day, in that long heart. It’s not our fault ~

The members sat in silence, each absorbing the song in their own way. Some closed their eyes, others swayed gently to the rhythm. A few who had heard the song before mouthed the lyrics, their expressions soft and reflective.

Just like the day we met by chance, we just left by chance ~

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

Luna remained still, her thoughts drifting to the time when Jeonghan had explained the song’s meaning to her. It wasn’t just about his goodbye before his military service; it was a reflection of a period in their past when things had been uncertain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry ~

You’ll definitely hate me ~

Hate in eyes full of love ~

She remembered the year they had barely spoken, the awkwardness that had settled between them after she had drunkenly confessed her feelings and he had gently turned her down. They had moved past it, grown closer, and now were planning a future together, but the memories still lingered.

One drop, and another drop ~

I didn’t want that ~

The room remained quiet, the song’s gentle melody filling the space. The members respected the moment, understanding the depth of emotion behind the lyrics. They knew the story, had witnessed the journey, and now shared in the reflection.

But just like the day we met by chance ~

We also left by chance ~

As the song continued, Luna felt a mix of emotions. There was sadness for the time they had lost, gratitude for the love they had found, and hope for the future they were building.

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

The moment Jeonghan’s final note faded into silence, a weight hung in the room— not heavy, not oppressive, but lingering like the scent of rain after a storm. Heads were bowed, a few members exhaled quietly, and no one dared speak too soon, as if disrupting the stillness would undo the softness that Jeonghan’s voice had painted across the air.

And then, from the sofa, Luna finally shifted.

She sat up slowly, unfolding her legs and pulling away from Seungcheol’s shoulder, her voice soft but sure as she murmured, “It’s beautiful.”

Heads turned her way. She didn’t flinch under the eyes, didn’t shrink from the weight of the song she had carried with her far longer than most. There was something in her eyes that stayed shadowed— nostalgia, understanding, and maybe, a quiet ache that still surfaced despite the years that had passed.

“Did Woozi write it?” Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting gently through the quiet.

“Woozi did,” Dokyeom answered immediately, leaning forward as though proud to be able to confirm it.

“Jeonghan did a great job singing it,” Joshua chimed in, nodding thoughtfully.

Seungkwan, who had been swaying moments ago, added with a playful shrug, “Seriously, he kind of like… awakened.”

“So, he recorded it before he left?” Hoshi asked, glancing toward the speakers, as if Jeonghan might pop out of one and confirm it himself.

“Yes, he did,” Woozi nodded, already preparing to explain. “It was done a while ago.”

He shifted forward in his seat, propping one arm on his knee as his fingers gestured unconsciously, his producer mind already back in the studio.

“Jeonghan actually had this idea years ago,” Woozi began, voice slow, thoughtful. “He wrote some lines. Just a couple. They were tucked into his notes, probably forgotten until we were finalizing this album. He showed them to me and just said, ‘I had this idea back then… it was just something I wrote during a weird time.’”

The members listened quietly, nodding at intervals. Seungcheol leaned his chin on his fist, while Mingyu sat unusually still, lips pressed into a line. Luna started shifting on her seat, her nails all of a sudden so interesting to her. Even Vernon, who had been fiddling with his hoodie string earlier, now sat with his hands folded, focused entirely on Woozi’s words.

“So I picked it up from there,” Woozi continued. “I wanted to build it around what he was feeling at the time, what he couldn’t say directly. Jeonghan really helped me with it. He was involved in the whole structure of the melody, the tone… we were careful about every word.”

He paused. His gaze drifted for a second, as though replaying all the studio sessions in his head.

“It’s the story of a man who’s saying goodbye,” Woozi said. “When I thought about what could really represent who Jeonghan is…”

He trailed off, chewing on the next thought, then chuckled lightly before continuing.

“He can be very mischievous,” he said, “but he’s also very sentimental. I imagined he’d be the kind of person who would part ways in a lighthearted way. Like he’s brushing it off.”

A few of the members smiled at that, knowingly. Jun quietly nudged Minghao in the side. Hoshi stifled a laugh. Everyone knew exactly the version of Jeonghan Woozi was talking about.

“Just like, ‘How us meeting was just a coincidence’ and ‘us parting ways is also a coincidence.’ He takes that attitude,” Woozi explained, “but… it all comes from the thought that he wants the other person to be less hurt. And he wants himself to be less hurt.”

There was a moment of stillness.

“Right,” Luna muttered under her breath, so quietly it almost slipped past unnoticed.

But the members heard it. Her tone was soft— not defeated, not sad— but tender. A kind of agreement that held far more history than anyone in the room could truly speak to.

“That kind of thoughtfulness is at the base of it,” Dokyeom nodded in quiet understanding.

“I wanted that to be portrayed by the lyrics as I wrote them,” Woozi said, more gently now.

“It really suits Jeonghan,” Dokyeom added, glancing toward the speakers again, as if to see his hyung there.

And still, Luna said nothing more. She stared ahead, fingers gently tracing over the fabric of her top, her eyes glassy yet dry.

The members gave her occasional side-eyes— not teasing, not pitying— but knowing. They didn’t need to say anything. They knew. She paid them no mind, not out of defiance, but because she was somewhere else entirely.

She was in the memory of that one summer where everything had cracked quietly between her and Jeonghan, where her confession over drinks had led to a soft rejection, and where months of silent tension had followed. They’d been civil on camera, awkward off it. She remembered thinking, this is it— there’s no going back from this. And yet… somehow, they did.

They rebuilt.

They grew.

They healed.

But even now, with wedding plans quietly blooming between them, those days still pulled at the corners of her heart. Not in regret, but in memory of how fragile things once were.

And it wasn’t lost on the others. Because even if the song was “just” a track on their album, even if Jeonghan had recorded it long before he packed his bags and bid them goodbye for now— it wasn’t just a song to them.

It was a window.

And Luna had already lived inside it.

“Okay!” Woozi suddenly clapped his hands, slicing through the thoughtful air that had settled over the group like fog. The energy in the room shifted instantly, like someone had cracked open a window. Everyone’s eyes turned toward him, blinking out of their contemplative daze.

“To change the tone completely,” Woozi began, already grinning as he leaned back and clasped his hands together, “Jiyeonie with her solo song— ‘Damn Right.’”

“‘Damn Right’!” Dokyeom echoed, voice bursting with excitement as he turned toward Luna, eyes wide like he’d just been called to join a surprise party.

“Is it my turn already?” Luna asked, her voice gentle but tinged with nerves. She smiled shyly as all eyes turned to her now.

“Damn right it is,” Joshua added smoothly in English, delivering it with such perfect comedic timing that Luna burst into a wider grin at his pun.

“Oh! ‘Damn Right’!” Hoshi cheered, springing slightly in his seat like the name alone hyped him up.

Luna stood from her seat slowly.

“I understand now why you guys were standing up,” she deadpanned, gesturing loosely to them, clearly trying to keep her nerves down with humor. Her chuckle was slightly breathy.

“Nervous?” Seungcheol asked with a low chuckle, eyeing her carefully.

“I feel like throwing up,” Luna replied flatly.

The room exploded with laughter, a few of them even leaning into each other as they cackled.

“I’m so curious,” Seungkwan said, leaning forward eagerly, practically bouncing. “None of us have heard it, right?”

“Except Woozi-hyung,” Hoshi pointed out, squinting at Woozi suspiciously. “He’s been smug all week.”

“I’m not smug,” Woozi muttered, already turning to the laptop. “I’m proud.”

Luna exhaled and sat back down, her hands instantly wrapping around her legs and tucking them close. “What do I do?” she squealed into Seungcheol’s sleeve as she leaned into him, her voice rising in pitch with pure panic.

Seungcheol chuckled, patting her legs gently. “Just sit. Breathe. It’s too late to run away now.”

And with that, the song began.

The moment the first smooth notes slid through the speakers, the mood in the room did a complete one-eighty.

A velvet bassline melted into slow, sensual drums— groovy, sultry, but polished. The production melded old-school 90s R&B with slick modern touches, creating a sound that was both nostalgic and fresh. There was a confident swagger in the instrumentation, subtle harmonies gliding beneath Luna’s voice as she laid down the opening lines like warm silk on skin.

Popped up on you solo on my lonely shit ~

You didn’t even know the type time I was on ~

“Ohhh…” Mingyu murmured, slowly nodding his head like he just took a sip of something dangerously smooth.

Told ya, “Hop in on the left side”, rode the ship ~

Now you’re struggling to keep your eyes on the road ~

Vernon let out a soft laugh. “She’s insane for that.”

And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé ~

Putting that good work in like a fiancé ~

“BOOM!” Seungkwan slapped the couch cushion before smirking at Luna,“Who could that possibly be?!”

Luna was hugging her knees now, looking like she was about to combust.

Finish line was gold, better go ahead and lend me them keys to the condo ~

I’m like Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

“Oh!” Seungkwan stood up with a sudden wave of energy, hips already swaying.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

His arms rose like a graceful balloon dancer, and he let his hips roll smooth and deliberate, as if possessed by the spirit of a belly dancer from a luxury cruise.

He danced toward Luna dramatically, his arms twirling like flower petals caught in a wind tunnel. She stared at him in disbelief, laughing helplessly.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, brows raised in faux horror.

“It’s this dance,” he replied seriously, continuing to swirl his hips like his life depended on it.

Luna let out a squeaky laugh before giving in. She stood up briefly, copying his movements with a half-hearted spin of her own before playfully smacking Seungkwan’s arm and sitting back down in defeat.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, cheeks pink but laughing.

Smooth, I move how I move ~

Please, don’t interrupt me, let me do what I do ~

By now, all of them were unconsciously moving. Even Vernon, who usually sat composed, was gently tapping his hand on his knee to the beat.

“This song is making me move like this,” Dokyeom confessed mid-hip sway, completely in his seat.

Got my boo gassed up but I can still take him higher ~

High up to the sky up, higher than a tower ~

“Right?” Seungkwan and Hoshi both said in unison, still dancing as if they were hypnotized by the groove.

Lotte that it’s a getaway, yeah, overseas any day, yeah ~

I can take your pain away, yeah, ooh ~

“Oh, she’s bragging now,” Joshua muttered with a smile, one eyebrow raised as he crossed his legs.

You can be my cameraman, put the phone on the stand ~

Do what no else can, ooh ~

“Who are you talking about, Jiyeonie?” Jun asked as he smirked at her as if he didn’t know the answer.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that ~

Yeah, I did ~

By now, half the room was on their feet. The rest swayed or tapped, heads nodding, shoulders rolling with the music, all synchronized by instinct alone.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

The last echo faded, the beat slowing until it was a whisper, then silence.

It was over.

The room was silent for a beat—one long, suspended moment where everyone just blinked at the speakers, processing what they had heard. Then, like a dam breaking, a wave of applause and hollering erupted.

“YAHHHHHH!” Seungkwan practically screamed, his hands flying into the air. “YAAAAH! THAT’S OUR LUNAAA!”

Hoshi jumped to his feet, clapping wildly like he was trying to summon fire. “AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE!!! Did you hear that??? DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

“WOOO!” Dokyeom let out a full-on football coach yell, standing up just to spin in a circle from pure hype.

Mingyu was already halfway off the couch, both hands clapping so fast he looked like a human metronome. “Lu-Lu-ya! The vocals?! The swag?! Hello?!”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay,” Seungcheol said, laughing and motioning everyone to settle, though he was clearly just as hyped. “That was… DAMN. That was clean.”

Joshua turned to Luna, eyes gleaming. “That was so YOU. But also like… new you. Elevated you.”

“Amazing,” Jun said reverently, hands pressed together like he was about to deliver a TED Talk. “That was what they meant when they said, ‘She’s not a singer, she’s an experience.’”

“I’m gonna need a minute,” Minghao muttered, waving his hand in front of his face like he was fanning off smoke. “I think the track just flirted with me.”

“Dude, that was sick,” Vernon added solemnly.

“Thank you,” Luna just hugged her legs tighter, hiding her burning face, though the proud grin she wore betrayed her completely.

Woozi finally sat forward, brushing imaginary lint off his knees before turning to the group with a calm pride that made it clear he’d been holding it in the entire time.

“This was all Jiyeon,” he said, nodding at her. “She wrote and produced it.”

The reaction was instantaneous.

“Amazing?!” Dokyeom shouted.

“Oh you’re insane,” Mingyu said, pointing at Luna. “She’s dangerous. Don’t let the sweet smile fool you!”

Luna, still laughing with her hands covering half her face, waved Woozi off and shook her head.

“No, it’s not only me,” she said, pointing at him. “Z helped me as well.”

Woozi shrugged, but the grin tugging at his lips gave him away. He tried to sip water calmly, but everyone already saw the fond, smug glint in his eye.

Once the cheers finally settled and most of the members flopped back into their seats with lingering grins and murmurs of “that was so good,” all eyes naturally turned to Luna.

She sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge it anymore, and straightened up in her seat.

“So…” she began slowly, brushing her hair behind her ears. “I wanted to do something different. Something I haven’t done yet. Something I know I’ll be good at. And… something I know the fans will like to see me do.”

The members leaned in a bit, nodding along. Some still looked half-shocked that she was even capable of sounding like a full-blown R&B queen.

“So I did R&B,” Luna continued, her tone smooth but light, slipping into the rhythm of explaining like she’d practiced in front of a mirror once or twice. “Specifically, very early 2000s R&B.”

“Wahhh!” Seungkwan clapped.

Luna nodded. “I wanted to do something very smooth and sexy. But not like, ‘Look at me! I’m hot!’ sexy— although that’s valid,” she said with a playful smirk that got a wave of laughter.

“I mean sexy in the way where… nothing’s more attractive than being confident, right?” she added, her voice settling into something honest but still light, still playful. “Being proud to brag about the things you’ve achieved, the things you’ve been blessed with, and the things you worked hard for.”

A beat.

“That’s the sexy I was going for.”

“Right,” Minghao whispered, nodding solemnly.

“That can be printed on a shirt,” Vernon muttered.

“Can I brag about you then?” Seungkwan blurted. “Because I feel sexy doing it.”

Luna just covered her face again as the room began buzzing with new praise, a mix of teasing and awe, the energy bright and loud and glowing— like her track, like her.

Luna had barely managed to peek from between her fingers when the chaos truly began.

Seungkwan, eyes wide with mischief and mouth already halfway curved into a devilish grin, suddenly stood up with the dramatic flair of someone about to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance. He took a breath, lifted his chin, and burst into song with the one line that had clearly imprinted on his brain like a permanent tattoo.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé. Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” he belted out, voice sharp with flair and pure camp.

He didn’t just sing it— he performed it. One hand whipped his imaginary hair dramatically while the other held a fake mic. He strutted in front of Luna like he was on the Victoria’s Secret runway, hips swinging with every syllable, his eyes locked on hers like she was the final boss in a dance-off.

Luna blinked up at him in disbelief before slowly breaking into a knowing smile, one that screamed, I knew this was coming. She didn’t stop him— she didn’t even try. She just leaned back, covered her face again, and laughed helplessly.

That was all it took.

As if a signal had been fired, Dokyeom and Hoshi sprang up from their seats like synchronized swimmers trained in chaos.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé!’” Dokyeom joined in, his falsetto dramatic as he twirled once and pointed at Luna like he was in a cheesy 2000s music video.

“‘Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” Hoshi added, sliding into frame with a shoulder shimmy that would’ve made anyone proud.

And just like that— it was BSS mode: activated.

The three of them circled Luna like a musical wolfpack, each delivering the iconic line like it was the chorus to a national anthem.

“Fiancé!”

“Fiancé!!”

“FIANCÉ!!!”

They were practically harmonizing it now, the word echoing through the room as they pointed at her repeatedly, their faces twisted into exaggerated, knowing smirks. Every time they said it, they dragged it out longer, louder, more obnoxious.

“‘PUTTING THAT GOOD WORK IN—’”

“‘LIKE A—’”

“‘FIANNNNCÉEEEEEEE!!!’”

The rest of the members were howling. Joshua had fallen sideways on the couch, wheezing. Dino was physically holding Mingyu back from joining because they both knew one more would tip Luna into combustion. Jun was clapping like a seal at an aquarium, absolutely delighted. Even Woozi had given up pretending to be chill, his head tilted back with a quiet, tired laugh.

Luna, for her part, was red. Not pink. Red. She had fully buried her face into her palms and was now making a muffled whimper scream sound that only someone utterly defeated by embarrassment could produce.

“What is wrong with you people?!” she cried into her hands. “You’re all insane!!”

“WE’RE CELEBRATING YOUUUU!” Seungkwan defended mid-dance.

“AND YOUR FIANCÉEEE!” Hoshi chimed in, finger guns blazing.

“JEONGHANNIE-HYUNG IS PROUD!” Dokyeom yelled toward the ceiling like it was a spiritual message.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” Luna groaned, though the smile on her face said otherwise.

Realizing she had to escape before they broke into a remix, Luna suddenly sat upright, spun toward Woozi, and blurted, “Cheollie’s song is next right!”

It came out so fast and loud, it was the most obvious topic shift in the history of mankind.

The room exploded in fresh laughter. Hoshi collapsed backward onto the couch, giggling like he’d just been blessed. Vernon was shaking his head. Minghao smirked knowingly.

“Look at her tryna change the subject,” Seungcheol said from across the room, biting back a grin.

“Wah! Last song! Z…” Luna said, calling Woozi like she was summoning a lifeline. She turned to him with the most desperate version of mock-exasperation in her tone. “Go play it quickly.”

Woozi blinked once, then gave the smallest, smug smirk before nodding. “Alright. S.Coups’ ‘Jungle.’”

As soon as the first beat dropped, the room snapped into a different rhythm.

Luna released a breath like she’d just escaped a battlefield. “Finally,” she whispered under her breath as the opening synth washed over them.

The vibe shifted. Heads started nodding. Shoulders moved in slow sync. The members gradually leaned back in their seats or got up to bounce subtly to the beat. All eyes now turned toward Seungcheol as the deep bass kicked in.

Luna took the opportunity to melt into the couch again, finally out of the spotlight, sipping her water like it was wine after war. No more “fiancé” chants. No more exaggerated pointing. Just Seungcheol’s low, commanding voice taking over the room.

They listened.

They bopped.

They danced.

As the final track played out, they eased into a calm, content rhythm. Seungcheol shared a few humble remarks about the song— its darker vibe, its layered lyrics, the experimental direction. Woozi followed up with some closing thoughts, nodding proudly at each member as he recapped how personal each track was, how unique each story had been.

And with that, the listening session came to a warm, chaotic, and completely unforgettable close.

comments…

@/bunniecouple_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED AN HOUR LONG LISTENING SESSION 🥹 THEY ARE INSNAE FOR THIS!

@/lunababybae • 3 hours ago ╰ I NEED THE GOV’T TO DECLASSIFY JEONGHAN’S SONG RIGHT NOW. WHO BROKE HIM. WHO. TELL ME.

@/gyuccibabe • 3 hours ago ╰ i just KNOW Luna was holding back tears listening to Hannie’s song… you can literally see it in her eyes 56:25 ok i am not okay.

@/soonducksupremacy • 3 hours ago ╰ “LIKE A FIANCÉ!!!” BSS chanting that like a pagan ritual while Luna hides in her hands is peak entertainment 😭😭😭

@/caratforever_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ no bc why did Mingyu and Luna come in glowing and Seungkwan ratted them out IMMEDIATELY 😭😭 bro is tired of them

@/cheolspopularity • 3 hours ago ╰ we really got a whole album of 14 different genres and they ALL HIT??? who gave them the right to be this versatile

@/urjeonghanismytype • 3 hours ago ╰ JEONGHAN’S SONG GOT ME LYING FACE DOWN IN THE DIRT. WHY DID IT HURT. WHY DID IT SOUND SO SPECIFIC. WHAT KIND OF GOODBYE? WAS IT TO LUNA????

@/ilovemybossboyfriend • 3 hours ago ╰ LUNA’S SONG WAS JUST HER FLEXING HER CAREER, HER ACHIEVEMENTS, HER LIFE, HER MAN, HER RING, HER INCOME… YES MOTHER GO OFF

@/seventeencaratfiles • 3 hours ago ╰ ok but what if Jeonghan’s song IS about a certain Cold War… 😭

@/min9yupls • 3 hours ago ╰ i’m sorry i’m STILL not over luna pointing at woozi like “no. he helped me too.” she’s such a humble baddie i’m crying

@/vernonearth • 3 hours ago ╰ Dino’s song was SO GOOD like his maturity and his vocals?? yes baby you better devour 🥹

@/jeongnacore • 3 hours ago ╰ the way the camera KEPT cutting to Luna during Jeonghan’s song and the OTHER MEMBERS were GLANCING AT HER i felt like i was watching a live documentary

@/xuwenzhoufanaccount • 3 hours ago ╰ wonwoo and jeonghan NEED TO BE RETURNED TO SVT IMMEDIATELY!

@/thatonegurlcarat • 3 hours ago ╰ Luna’s song sounded like a diss track to every girl who thought they had a chance with jeonghan 😭😭😭 and i SUPPORT IT. damn right she did that.

@/thesassycaratclub • 3 hours ago ╰ luna: sings about her man BSS: chants “fiancé” like a cult me: throws phone at wall in love

@/kimbokju’sroommate • 3 hours ago ╰ THE FACT THAT I COULD TELL HOSHI WAS WAITING FOR A REASON TO DANCE TO THAT FIANCÉ LINE… HE POUNCED 😭

@/joshushushu • 2 hours ago ╰ joshua’s solo was like a warm blanket and a hug and then right after that JEONGHAN STABBED ME IN THE CHEST WITH HIS LYRICS

@/zzznanaaaa • 2 hours ago ╰ ok but do you think jeonghan wrote that song DURING the cold war with luna or AFTER???? bc the pain was past tense but the delivery??? THAT WAS RECENT

@/cheoliebiceps95 • 2 hours ago ╰ SEUNGCHEOL’S ‘JUNGLE’ GOT ME SWINGING THROUGH MY PROBLEMS. IT ATE. IT STOMPED. LEADER OF THE LEADERS

@/bssnation • 2 hours ago ╰ can’t believe dk, hoshi and seungkwan turned into a whole flash mob just to bully jiyeon 😭😭😭 AND THEY DID IT IN HARMONY TOO!!!

@/softforzi • 2 hours ago ╰ woozi being proud of everyone else’s tracks like the musical dad he is 🥺 he rlly be building svt from the ground up again

@/seoulcitycarat • 2 hours ago ╰ 00:30 Luna and Mingyu seriously walk in with matching outfits and matching grins only to be ratted out by Kwanie 🤣

@/princesscheollie • 2 hours ago ╰ “last song! z… go play it quickly” luna i love u but that panic shift was so loud i felt secondhand embarrassment 😭

@/junhuiwinked • 2 hours ago ╰ JUN’S SONG WAS SO GOOD I HAD TO STEP OUTSIDE AND BREATHE. he’s too powerful. send help.

@/bugsbunnycore • 2 hours ago ╰ BSS HAVE RUINED THE WORD “FIANCÉ” FOR ME I CAN’T EVEN HEAR IT WITHOUT DOING THE STUPID DANCE THEY WERE DOING 🙃

@/gyuluna2000 • 2 hours ago ╰ Luna’s “something I KNOW I’ll be good at” confidence was so powerful I felt my problems disappear with her certainly 😫

@/dkwonangel • 2 hours ago ╰ Dokyeom really out here singing his HEART OUT and still found time to tease Luna 😭 our multi-talented king

@/ashonashonash • 2 hour ago ╰ someone mentioned 2018 JeongNa Cold War and i haven’t stopped shaking since. THEY WERE SMILING FOR CAMERAS AND IGNORING EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME! THAT WAS AN ERA!! YOU JUST HAD TO BE THERE

@/nochuwooziii • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeon said she wanted to do something “smooth and sexy”? yeah she succeeded too well now i need to go to church

@/s.coupswife_fvr • 1 hour ago ╰ i am so normal about this album (i say as i scream into a pillow and cry in seventeen languages)

@/fandom_moments • 1 hour ago ╰ THE MEMBERS WERE DOING THOSE SIDE GLANCES AT LUNA DURING JEONGHAN’S SOLO AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 😭 they KNOW something yall

@/tangerinechoi • 1 hour ago ╰ THE VARIETY, THE RANGE, THE TALENT. HOW DID THEY PUT OUT A WHOLE ALBUM AND NOT MISS ONCE??? TALENT.

@/choi_chwe17 • 1 hour ago ╰ JeongNa Cold War 🚬 🚬 🚬I haven’t heard those words in a while 🚬🚬🚬

@/hyunglineenthusiast • 1 hour ago ╰ THIS ALBUM MIGHT END ME 🫠

@/jjongslilsecret • 1 hour ago ╰ 1:00:00 yes ma’am, damn right she did that.

@/zzzrrah • 1 hour ago ╰ this was more than a listening party this was a telenovela and I NEED THE NEXT EPISODE RIGHT NOW.

@/jjeonghanismytherapist • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeonie tearing up to Jeonghan’s song and then flexing about him in HER song is such a real relationship dynamic. i love that for them.

@/boo_slapped_me • 1 hour ago ╰ if i had a nickel for every time bss emotionally terrorized Luna live on camera… i’d have like 4 nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s WEIRD THAT IT’S HAPPENED THAT MANY TIMES.

@/lemonadegyu • 1 hour ago ╰ no bc how is jeonghan gonna drop a sad boi ballad and luna responds like “anyway here’s me snatching your fave and looking hot doing it” 💅🏻 DAMN RIGHT SHE DID THAT

@/dokyeomdoyouhearme • 1 hour ago ╰ WHO LET THEM COOK. WHO. THE ALBUM SLAPS TOO HARD. I’M NOT EVEN MAD. JUST DIZZY.

@/iluvjeonghanniee • 1 hour ago ╰ “putting that good work in like a fiancé” — OK BAE JIYEON YOU WIN. YOU WIN FOREVER. DAMN RIGHT YOU DID THAT.

@/notmecryinglol • 1 hour ago ╰ i’m sorry but that was not a song. that was a PUBLIC DECLARATION OF POSSESSION. luna said “he’s mine, try again next life.” damn right she did that 🤭

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[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #44

Three Teens, Three Crowns, and a Whole Lot of Nope

Imagine dis…

I was just shuffling around my playlist when I heard that song from the animated movie El Dorado and it made me thinking, so here it goes…

…

DANNY’S POV

The moment my best friends bit the ghostly dust, the universe decided to hand us a set of crowns we didn’t ask for. Because obviously, nothing says “Congratulations on your tragic deaths!” like a full-time job in the afterlife.

Tucker, in a plot twist no one saw coming (except maybe Clockwork, because that guy cheats), turned out to be the reincarnation of some ancient Pharaoh. Not just any Pharaoh—oh no—he got the VIP pass straight to the top of the Egyptian pantheon, answering only to me, the so-called King of the Infinite Realms. Because if there's one thing I’ve learned, it's that my best friend is destined to be the world's first tech-savvy, WiFi-dependent god-king of the afterlife.

Sam, on the other hand, had always been a little too into nature, and I guess the universe finally decided to roll with it. When she synced up perfectly with Undergrowth’s power, the big walking salad declared her his heir, making her the literal Queen of Nature. So now, Sam basically has dominion over every plant in existence, which means I can never make an offhand comment about preferring artificial Christmas trees without getting a death glare.

And me? Well, since I yeeted Pariah Dark back into the sarcophagus where he belonged, the Infinite Realms figured I should be the one running the place. So, lucky me—I got promoted to Ghost King, a position that comes with all the responsibility and none of the training manual.

Now, you’d think that’s enough responsibility for a trio of teenagers who just wanted to survive high school. But no, Clockwork took one look at us, decided we sucked at ruling, and thought, Hey, let’s make this fun! So instead of, I don’t know, giving us an actual lesson in leadership, he chucked us into a completely different dimension (because, sure, why not?) and told us to start cults.

Yep. You heard that right. Cults.

No warning, no instructions, just a “figure it out” and a push into the deep end. One minute we’re in the Ghost Zone, the next we’re scattered across this weird universe like a really weird cosmic prank.

So now I’m stuck in Gotham, which, by the way, might be more haunted than the Ghost Zone itself. I have no idea where Sam and Tucker ended up, but if I know them, Tucker’s probably convinced a bunch of tech bros to worship him as some cyber-god, and Sam’s singlehandedly turning a park into her new throne. Meanwhile, I have to somehow convince people to follow me without sounding like a lunatic.

This is going to be fun. (Spoiler: It won’t be.)

…

SAM’S POV

Gotham reeked of smoke, oil, and decay. Beneath its gothic beauty was a suffocating lifelessness, an unnatural cage of steel and concrete. The city was a graveyard where nature had been paved over and left to rot in the shadows of towering skyscrapers. It was unacceptable. It was offensive. And Sam was going to change it.

She wasted no time. The moment her feet hit Gotham’s cracked pavement, she started planting seeds—both literally and metaphorically. It began with whispers. A small movement. A group that promised something different. Gotham had no shortage of lost souls—criminals, outcasts, the downtrodden looking for something beyond the city's endless cycle of crime and punishment. But Sam wasn’t offering power or chaos like every other Gotham lunatic. No, she offered something much rarer: sustainability.

Food. Shelter. Community.

It started with fresh produce, rare and valuable in Gotham’s urban wasteland. No one questioned where it came from, only that it was fresh, free of toxins, and worth more than a stack of stolen cash. The deal was simple��manual labor in exchange for nourishment. Gotham’s criminals, many of whom spent their lives getting stabbed, shot, or beaten in some turf war, found the idea shockingly reasonable. Hospitals ate through their earnings. Gang life was profitable until you bled out in an alley. But a place that provided food, healing, and protection? That was something different. That was better.

The movement grew. What began as a handful of desperate people looking for a way out became something bigger. The streets whispered of a new force rising, one that didn’t deal in violence or corruption but in roots—roots that burrowed deep, that refused to be ignored.

At first, the Batfamily dismissed it as background noise. In a city filled with psychopaths dressed as clowns, what was a little nature cult? But when Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn vanished—not in a grand escape, not in a fiery explosion, but simply faded into the movement—their indifference turned to concern.

When Ivy resurfaced, she wasn’t the same. The wild unpredictability had been tempered into something focused. Controlled. She still worshipped nature, but now she had a leader, someone she called High Priestess. And that leader wasn’t some ancient force of the Green. It wasn’t a metahuman, a scientist, or a villain. It was a teenager.

A black-haired, violet-eyed girl who stood in front of kneeling followers, leading ceremonies beneath the growing canopy of Gotham’s first true forest in centuries.

Sam had never been one for blind worship. She despised mindless devotion. But this wasn’t about faith—it was about purpose. The people who followed her weren’t zealots; they were survivors. They had seen what Gotham’s endless cycle of crime and violence had to offer, and they wanted out. She gave them that. She gave them a cause. And if it meant being called a cult leader, then fine. Whatever. Labels didn’t matter. Results did.

And Gotham was changing.

The city fought back, of course. The corruption, the crime families, even the Bat himself—none of them liked an unpredictable element in their precious, miserable ecosystem. But Sam had never been one to back down. Gotham was sick, diseased, rotting. She wasn’t here to burn it down like some power-hungry villain. She was here to fix it.

And if the Bats wanted to stop her, well—

Let them try.

…

TUCKER’S POV

Metropolis was beautiful. It was clean, it was bright, and it was bursting with technology. Skyscrapers gleamed under the sun, state-of-the-art AI patrolled the streets, and futuristic inventions were integrated into everyday life like it was no big deal. This was a city that worshiped innovation, where science and technology weren’t just tools but pillars of society.

Tucker should have been in heaven.

But he had a mission to complete before he could sit back and enjoy the wonders of Metropolis. Clockwork’s orders. And if the old ghost had taught him anything, it was that ignoring his cryptic guidance usually led to bad things. So, no indulging in the city’s top-tier tech just yet. He had a kingdom to build.

At first, Superman didn’t even notice him. That was fine. Tucker wasn’t looking to pick a fight with the world’s strongest hero. He moved in the background, setting up encrypted networks, hijacking digital footprints, and planting just enough static in the city’s airwaves to keep any unwanted super-snooping off his back. The occasional glitch in Superman’s super-hearing? That was Tucker, laying the groundwork.

But the real disruption came when people started vanishing.

Not just any people—tech specialists, programmers, engineers. The kind of minds corporations fought over, the ones Luthor’s company owned through shady contracts and blackmail. One by one, they disappeared from Metropolis, slipping through the cracks like digital ghosts.

The city was no stranger to missing persons. Metropolis saw its fair share of people vanishing into the underbelly of crime, alien invasions, or one of Lex Luthor’s ever-growing list of sinister schemes. But this? This was too precise, too targeted. Luthor’s R&D departments were bleeding talent at an alarming rate, and the usual suspects weren’t responsible.

The only common thread? The Code of Ra.

It started as an urban myth—a secretive group offering sanctuary to tech minds who had seen too many of their peers exploited, coerced, or “recruited” by the so-called forces of good and evil. They were promised a place where their work was valued, where they were free to create without fear of it being stolen, weaponized, or locked behind corporate greed.

And at the center of it all? Him.

Tucker hadn’t just built a cult—he’d built a kingdom. One where technology wasn’t a tool for war, where engineers and programmers weren’t disposable assets, where knowledge was sacred. He offered an intellectual utopia, a society where the greatest minds could work without limits. And the best part? They wanted to be there. There was no brainwashing, no coercion. The world had burned them too many times, and Tucker had simply given them an alternative.

And, okay, maybe he leaned into the whole Pharaoh thing a little. He was a reincarnated ruler, after all—might as well own it. Gold-trimmed robes, sleek futuristic stylings with ancient Egyptian aesthetics, and a throne room that looked like a cyberpunk temple. He’d always thought he’d look good in royal attire, and damn, was he right.

But his people didn’t follow him because of the theatrics. They followed because he gave them something no one else had—freedom.

Superman, unaccustomed to dealing with cults, found himself in unfamiliar territory. He had fought tyrants, warlords, and intergalactic conquerors, but a movement built on voluntary devotion? That wasn’t as simple as punching a bad guy. Normally, this was the kind of mess Batman or Wonder Woman would handle. But Diana was off-world, and Gotham had its own cult problem. That left the burden squarely on Superman’s shoulders.

And Tucker? Tucker was more than ready to enjoy the show.

…

DANNY’S POV

The desert sucked.

Like, really sucked.

If he ever made it out of this, he was going to personally petition the Ghost Zone to just delete the concept of sand from existence. Sand was evil. It got everywhere, it was hot, and it made him feel like a melting popsicle under a blowtorch.

His ice core hated him. His human half hated him. The sun was having the time of its life roasting him alive. And then—nothing.

When he woke up, things got weirder.

For one, he wasn’t dead. Which, honestly, was a pleasant surprise considering the whole “heatstroke and possible dehydration” situation. For another, he wasn’t lying in the sand anymore. Nope. Instead, he was inside a coffin.

Not the first time he’d woken up in one, but still, rude.

He sat up, blinking blearily, and was immediately met with dozens of kneeling figures in dark robes. No one screamed. No one attacked. They just...stared.

Which, honestly? Way creepier than ghost attacks.

The air smelled like flowers, incense, and something ancient, like he’d been dropped in the middle of an old temple. Around him were offerings—literal offerings—of gold, silver, and silk. And the people? They were whispering. Murmuring things he barely understood, eyes shining with what he could only describe as religious awe.

Which was never a good sign.

Danny had questions. A lot of questions. But the big one?

What the actual heck was going on?

It took some time—aka him sneaking around, eavesdropping, and pretending he had any idea what he was doing—but eventually, he figured it out.

These people? Every single one of them had died before. Not in the casual, “oops, tripped and fell” way, but in the full-on, flatline, bright light at the end of the tunnel way. And somehow, they’d come back. Some were resurrected, others survived things they shouldn’t have, but they all had one thing in common: they felt drawn to him.

Apparently, he was some kind of cosmic beacon for people who’d taken a one-way trip to the afterlife but forgot to stay there. To them, he wasn’t just some random ghost kid—he was the King. The embodiment of balance, life and death, chaos and order. The guy who got to decide whether people stayed dead.

And that was so not on his resume.

But did that stop people from kneeling at his feet, swearing loyalty, and building a cult around him? Nope.

Did he ask for it? Also nope.

And somehow, it just kept getting bigger. At first, it was just the devoted ghost-adjacent weirdos. Then mercenaries. Then, a group of assassins and a guy named Ra. Even Slade freaking Wilson showed up one day, standing ominously at the back like the world’s most intense chaperone.

Danny didn’t do cults. He wasn’t qualified for cults. He was barely qualified for high school.

But Clockwork had said he needed to establish one, and, well...mission accomplished?

Now, all he had to do was find Sam and Tucker, reunite with his spouses, and figure out how to explain to them that, uh...he might have accidentally become a god-king of the undead.

Yeah. They were never gonna let him live this down.

…

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: I tried a new type of writing. How is it?

[taschaka-blog]

This is a story in the form of a tarot card layout that I have been drawing for some time.

The story of an animal groom and his brave beloved.This story is archetypal. But this version is based on my favorite novel of all the games.

Viewing order: tower, magician, lovers, chariot.

Some time ago, around September, I decided to redraw an old picture about a wolf who ate the moon (I threw the picture in the comments). I accidentally remembered it and realized that I didn’t like the wolf and that he needed to be given many, many eyes. After all, it is completely clear that this wolf is of a demonic nature. Therefore, he should have many more eyes than two. And that it should be a tarot card - the moon, although later I realized that it was actually a tower. And the moon became the sun.

But one card is not enough, I decided, because a story in the form of a tarot card layout is much better than just one picture. It is always better when there is some kind of story. I had an idea to make a drawn story in the form of tarot cards.

Having decided to make a story, I immediately came up with an ending. A girl on a wolf. And in front of her is the "Lovers" card.

A female character and an animal. Oh, this is, of course, a super-common fairy-tale image. The image of an animal groom (husband) became the theme of this story. There are many such stories and fairy tales among different peoples. My favorite fairy tale is the Romanian version, where there was a huge pig who came to woo the princess, initially threatening the city and its inhabitants, but then turned out to be a beautiful young man, of course.

But the second card was still not invented. Or rather, based on the story, its plot was clear, but somehow the picture did not come together. I wanted to give the girl a more active role as a protector, and not to have her buy off the demon. And then in November I suddenly decided to play the fourth "Dragon Age", I got so carried away that I played to the first part. And under the impression of the game, I realized that the card should be "Mage". After all, the mage is the protector that I was trying to fit into this story. And if there is a demonic or divine wolf in this story (depending on how you look at it), why not have a mage? I made the elf specifically, inspired by the game, so it's a reference. And the story turned out to be based on it. Almost a fanfic.

Although the story in the game is somewhat different. There, the terrible wolf is a cultural hero of the elven people, an eternal revolutionary and trickster, and sometimes a demiurge who does everything so that the elves are free and happy, but the result is not very good every time. And literally everyone dissuades him from the last rescue of the elves, because it threatens the end of the whole world, and the elves also do not want to be saved anymore. The penultimate rescue put the elves on the brink of extinction and gave people the opportunity to freely exterminate them. (In the game, by the way, there is a wonderful allusion to the blood libel that the human church spreads there). This is such a short and very rough retelling of the plot of the last two parts of the games, although hints were made in the first two. That's why I decided to draw an elf. The plot made a very strong impression. And in general, now the girl with the wolf will long evoke associations between Lavellan and Fen'Harel.

[itsbenedict]

so in an effort to be slightly less out-of-touch, i went and watched all of Skibidi Toilet the other day. (at present, the whole series is about the length of a feature film, so this wasn't too big a lift.)

what surprised me is just... how totally normal it was. like, it's not at all difficult to describe. people big it up as this incomprehensible thing that's emblematic of a generation gap, but it's. not.

the plot is: there's toilets with human heads in them that go "skibidi dom dom dom yes yes, skibidi dabbadul neef neef". they can move despite a lack of ambulatory appendages. this is wacky and unsettling, but the chief question is: Do They Win In A Fight Against Some Robots With Cameras For Heads?

it's an action movie about a war against an alien invasion. that's it. less than the first thirty seconds of it are anarchic GMod YTP insanity- it develops a plot almost immediately. the plot is paper-thin and conveyed almost entirely without dialogue, existing to set up giant robot fights and zombie apocalypse jumpscares.

who are these factions? why are they fighting? you aren't failing to get it because the kids these days are on some totally different psychic wavelength. the show simply does not give a shit about this question. here are some bad guys! here are some good guys! they're going to do explosions and punches at each other for roughly two minutes until the perspective camera is abruptly destroyed in the crossfire somehow.

it is a remarkably competently-shot action movie. the fight scenes are weighty and satisfying and have lots of exciting little twists and turns as the two sides pull increasingly bigger weapons and gadgets out of their asses. the production gets more elaborate over time, and it's a pretty stellar example of what machinima is capable of. genuinely good at the things it's trying to do.

it does kinda fall down a little later, as it attempts to develop Characters and Deepest Lore after kind of not caring about that for most of its runtime. the decision to have "dialogue" almost exclusively in the form of incomprehensible heavily-filtered backwards speech with no subtitles is probably rewarding for die-hard Skibidi-heads who have the time on their hands to mess with the audio and uncover all the hidden messages, but it means you are not going to understand anything anyone is saying on a normal watch.

the action suffers from this decision a little bit towards the end, as for reasons that completely fail to come across, the toilets appear to have broken into their own factions and start fighting each other and forming various alliances, which disrupts the simplicity of the setup and makes it hard to determine who's winning a fight at any given time. a giant scary toilet man just exploded! was that bad, or good? listen, don't worry about it. all you need to know is that these things are going to keep happening until DaFuqBoom gets bored.

it's like a... 7/10, shallow but enjoyable. easy to see why kids like it. not going to give you any deeper insights into the Kids These Days, but there's worse ways to spend a couple hours.

(the most confusing thing to me is how something this straightforward got a reputation for crossing some sort of rubicon of cultural alienation. did everyone born in the 20th century who talks about this show just watch eighteen seconds of it and give up???)

[alphajocklover]

InstaJock: Going Viral

**Hey! This is my entry for @occamstfs Viral Transformation Challenge. Congrats on getting 2,000 followers, and thank you for beta reading this and helping me edit it. I hope I can get to 2,000 followers myself one day! For those who are new to my stories, this does connect to the plot established in my blog, but the concept is simple enough you should be able to follow along even if you don't usually read my stuff! I hope you all enjoy!**

When I talk about the InstaJock App Phenomenon – which I seem to do a lot. What is this, the 17th InstaJock related post? I need to diversify more – I usually talk about the transformation aspects and not the app itself. That’s partially because the transformation is the most interesting and hottest part, but it’s also because I haven’t been able to take a good look at the app. Even with all the protective spells and equipment I have, I can’t use a phone with InstaJock on it for very long without getting an urge to set up an account. 

Until now.

With some help from the devilishly handsome (and literally devilish) Nick, I’ve been able to get my hands on some better equipment and better explore the app. I was able to spend a couple hours on it before I needed to quit, and actually got some very interesting information, mainly about how the app works post-transformation. I had always assumed that once a user got transformed into a jock, they’d ignore the app from then on unless they wanted to change someone. I was very, very wrong, not just about that but about the purpose of the app itself. It’s not just for making people into jocks: it’s for finding the best ones.

The app generally works like any other social media app, with its members posting about their interests. It’s set up is a lot like Instagram, where pictures and videos are the main format used for posting, but what really makes it different from other social media apps is the content. You can probably guess what an app full of buff cocky jocks looks like, but I’ll confirm it for you: the app is a thirst trap paradise.

The entire app is stuffed with half naked –  and sometimes fully naked – photos of buff jocks, ones of all different kinds. If you can think up a jock related stereotype, they have a full hashtag dedicated to it. Just buff jocks playing sports, flexing and making out with other hot people, for as far. I know that doesn’t sound too different from normal social media apps, as most have a healthy NSFW side, but the posts have more in common then just showing jocks. Each and every post, every one that I saw, mentioned a Master. Some were talking about how they were getting pumped up at the gym for Master, some were talking about how they loved being jocks and were so glad Master had found them, and some were literally begging for Master to notice them, often wantonly describing how they’d debase themselves and be the sluttiest jock ever, all for him. Everyone on the app would post at least once a day about this mysterious Master. It doesn’t seem to matter if the jock is a dom, a sub, a top, a bottom, in a relationship, single, gay or even straight, all of them wanted this mysterious unnamed master – so much so they seemed to completely change personalities whenever he is mentioned. It seems instaJock has an additional side effect I didn’t know about till now: complete and utter devotion to their Master.

It took me a while, and some covert interviewing of a number of jocks in their DMs, but I think I figured out what's happening. The Jocks aren’t just posting for fun, they’re competing with each other. InstaJock isn’t really a social media app, it’s a sort of ranking app. Every day the jocks log on, post a picture of themselves with a caption somehow related to their Master, and leave likes on some of the other posts, usually the ones they find hot. If a jock’s post gets enough likes though, they get what every jock wants, what all of them are trying to get. They get to Go Viral.

Going Viral on IntsaJock isn’t like going viral on a regular app. It essentially means you’ve gotten enough likes, been reposted enough times, and have become popular enough on the site… that Master has noticed you. That's what the social media part of the app is really for. It’s just a way for Master’s jocks to organize themselves so only the hottest ones show up on his feed. If he really likes you, he’ll do more than just look too. Soon that Jock will disappear from his regular life, never to be seen again, whisked away to become a part of Master’s personal harem. This entire time the app has been about one thing: creating lovestruck sex slaves for the man who created InstaJock.

Like most actual social media apps, InstaJock jumps from one thing to another, and what's viral is always changing. But there are two tags that are always trending on InstaJock. The first, and most popular, is #JockMaster, which is only ever used by this mysterious Master when he makes a post. I’ve seen his account. He never shows his face on it, but from what little of his body that makes it into the photos, he’s… enchanting. As much as I hate to admit it, seeing just a bit of that creep almost made me drool. He usually only posts a couple times a week, as opposed to the jock who posts daily, but everything he posts goes viral on the app in moments. I’ll admit, there's something about his posts that is just… hypnotic. I almost set up an account after seeing one myself, and probably would have if Nick wasn’t there to stop me.

The other tag that's always trending is… more interesting, at least to me. It’s #MastersBoyfriend. It’s another tag used only by Master, and one he uses whenever he posts a picture of one particular member of his harem. 

Whenever he posts pictures… of my Uncle John.

I finally know who took my Uncle. I know who this Master is. I suspected it was him for a while, but now I’m sure. The man who made InstaJock and the man who turned my Uncle into a slutty buff himbo are one in the same. I finally have proof.

So now what?

**The identity of the person behind InstaJock AND the person behind my Uncle's transformation and kidnapping has finally been revealed! Been working up to this for a long time, and I'm glad to keep this story moving forward! Hope you liked it as much as I do! Thank you to @occamstfs once again for being absolutely awesome and inspiring!**

[bulgik]

KATSEYE. — how the first kiss went (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)...

pairing. fem!r x non idol au ──wc; 1.8k (This was supposed to be posted yesterday but as soon as I finished I fell asleep sorry 🙏🏻)

୨९. NOW PLAYING; sunny days - wave to earth

SOPHIA LAFORTEZA...

Somehow, Sophia always had a way of making you nervous with just a single glance. Even when she did, you’d act annoyed, though deep down, you loved it.

That day was no exception. She always looked at you with sweet, love-filled eyes, never bothering to hide it. As your hands swung gently together during a calm night walk near your apartment, you were passionately talking about your favorite movie and its plot twist. It wasn’t that she didn’t care—she really did—but deep down, all she could focus on was your full, captivating lips moving.

You didn’t notice her silence until it became impossible to ignore.

“And the end—” Your words faltered as soon as your gaze met hers, and your heart raced. Even after all the teasing looks she’d given you before, none felt like this one. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“W-what...?” was all you managed to stammer, and for you, that was totally embarrassing. You silently thanked the universe for the darkness of the night because if Sophia realized how hot your cheeks had turned, her teasing would have been endless.

Still, at your question, Sophia paused, debating whether to lie and say she was listening or admit what was really on her mind.

She stopped walking, standing directly in front of you, and with a soft sigh, she murmured, “I’m dying to kiss you, that’s all.”

In that moment, her eyes sparkled with affection, and a wave of excitement washed over you. Because even though you’d never said it aloud, you had been impatiently waiting for this moment too.

Summoning every ounce of courage you had, you swallowed your nerves and, to your own surprise, replied, “Why don’t you, then?”

That was all Sophia needed. She tugged on your sweater, stood on her tiptoes, and closed the distance between you.

The kiss was slow, tender, and overflowing with emotion. It left Sophia blushing, and for once, the tables turned—you spent the rest of the night teasing her in revenge for all the times she had flustered you so easily.

LARA RAJ...

Lara always saw herself as a confident person—she always was. But when it came to you, she became someone completely different.

Yeah of course she made the first move, walked up to you, asked for your number with that flirty smile of hers. And, let’s be honest, from the moment you saw her, you fell head over heels. But now that she’s your girlfriend, you’ve seen a side of her you never expected.

For your first month together, you decided to spend the day at the beach. You went early, played in the ocean, laughed and teased each other like two lovestruck teenagers. The day flew by—though Lara always felt time moved too fast when she was with you.

Sitting on a blanket, your arms propped against the sand and Lara resting against your chest, watching the beautiful sunset, you felt like the happiest person in the world. Nothing could top this moment.

But even then, when Lara lifted her head and looked at you, her eyes shining with pure adoration, you were mesmerized.

From an outsider’s perspective, it could’ve been a scene straight out of a romance movie.

Lara’s eyes locked with yours for a while. She felt her heart racing, and it only got worse when, without realizing it, her gaze drifted to your lips. Throughout that first month, she’d often glanced at them when you were distracted, wondering how they’d feel against hers.

And as they say, actions speak louder than words. Your eyes mirrored the same admiration for her lips, and that was all the confirmation she needed. Her hand gently moved to your neck, and she leaned in slowly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the distance.

In that kiss, Lara knew she didn’t need anyone else—she didn’t want anyone else but you. And you felt the same. Even though it wasn’t the first relationship for either of you, this was something entirely different—feelings neither of you had experienced before.

Without thinking, you said the words that solidified your devotion to her. Words you meant with every fiber of your being.

“I love you, Lara…”

Her throat tightened instantly as emotions overwhelmed her. It felt so good to be loved, to feel so incredibly happy.

“I love you too, Yn.”

DANIELA AVANZINI...

Dani always let things flow, even in the relationship. That’s why she thought the first kiss would happen naturally, just lean whenever she feels like it.

But it didn’t go as she imagined. From the moment she saw you, hugged you, and sat on the grass with the basket full of food, she couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Unfortunately, she was far too shy to make the first move.

Still, she looked absolutely adorable, playing with her fingers, more restless than usual. With every passing second, she inched closer to you—whether it was a casual touch of hands or resting her head on your shoulder while leaning against the tree.

Luckily for her, you’ve always been the perfect example of her dream girl, and that girl knows how to read minds.

Even though you might have been enjoying the sight of your nervous, silly girlfriend figuring out how to give you the kiss she so desperately wanted, you were just as restless. You couldn’t stop thinking about kissing those lips that had captivated you from the very beginning.

As you sat in front of her, your hand resting on her cheek, your forehead gently touching hers, you quietly whispered,

“Dani, can I kiss you?”

You felt your heart pounding in your throat, while your girlfriend felt hers in the palm of her hand, ready to give it to you.

Without saying a word, she kissed you. At first, it was just a quick peck, which made you chuckle softly. But Dani swore to God that from that moment, she became addicted to your lips. That’s why she threw herself into your arms, this time giving you a long, love-filled kiss, making the rest of the world fade away.

MANON BANNERMAN...

With Manon, words were always unnecessary. She knew you as well as you knew her, and anyone could have sworn you spent most of your lives together.

That’s why the first kiss was as perfect as everything you shared.

While cooking dinner, with you doing most of the work, you just had to set the plates on the table while the oven did its job. You turned around and hugged Manon. Even though cooking was fun, especially with your girlfriend, it always left you exhausted in the end.

After a long embrace, you pulled your head from her neck and looked at her—her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and finally, her lips. You stared at them for a few seconds before looking into her eyes. She smiled and leaned toward, kissing you.

It felt like time stood still, both of you lost in the kiss until the sound of the oven timer broke the moment, signaling that the food was ready. You pulled away with a laugh, looking at Manon, who was pouting slightly for being interrupted. You gave her a small peck on the lips, making a shy smile appear on her face as she set the plates on the table.

MEGAN SKIENDIEL...

Megan always felt shy around you. She had never felt the way you made her feel, and even the slightest touch between your hand and hers turned Megan into a mess—blushing, nervous, and even more shy than usual.

Megan is crazy about you, that much was certain. But what she was also sure of was that she had no idea how to kiss you.

The poor girl spent every day imagining different scenarios of how it might happen, but every time she saw you, she couldn’t help but turn into a bundle of nerves.

That’s why, when she sat on the couch, staring at your lips with her cheeks flushed a deep red, she knew it was the moment.

Slowly, she leaned in, searching your eyes for any sign of disapproval. All she found were eyes filled with love, sparkling and excited.

The kiss felt endless, and when she pulled away, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, wrapping her arms around you and hiding her face in your neck.

JEONG YOONCHAE...

Yoonchae and you were two completely lovestruck teenagers. From the very beginning, things were calm and peaceful, each step taken slowly, savoring every moment.

For both of you, this relationship thing was new, especially the kisses.

Now, Yoonchae can admit that during those moments, she overthought everything. Because as much as it was her first kiss, it was perfect, and with the person she loved.

Both of you lying in Yoonchae’s bed, cuddling and watching a romantic movie.

Neither of you needed to say anything when the main characters shared a sweet kiss under the stars. As the scene played out, you both locked eyes and shared your own soft kiss.

And when you looked at her, you felt even more in love with her (if that was even possible). Her eyes sparkling like never before and a smile stretching from ear to ear. You smiled back and kissed her cheek, while Yoonchae held you tighter. That night, you slept hugging each other, you resting on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

we melt this love and recreate it

as we imagine it

that's how we make sunny days.

[reveriedraffs]

📜˚｡⋆𐂂 the plot-twist in my marauders dr 🐾⭒˚☽

(a.k.a. how i became hogwarts' most legendary anonymous gossip source)

you know how every era has its little mystery voice that somehow knows everything? in my modern marauders dr, that voice… is me.

but no one knows that. not yet.

🪄 THE TWIST

i secretly run three anonymous newsletters, each with a completely different vibe, voice, and name. people think they’re written by different students—maybe even different years or houses. some say it's a group of writers. others think it's enchanted ink or cursed parchment that writes itself. but nope.

it’s just me. quill in hand. cloak pulled tight. watching everything.

📂 the trifecta: my newsletters

1. Witch, Please

by Lady Noctura 💅 chaotic, glamorous, scandalous. if you kissed someone you shouldn’t have, if your robes are a crime against fashion, or if you tripped walking out of the library and your books spilled and your crush helped you… she knows. she wrote about it. she’s savage. she’s iconic.

2. The Rumour Registry

by The Watcher 🕵️‍♂️ sleek, calculated, a little scary. this one covers the quiet power plays, whispered meetings in the Astronomy Tower, who’s getting cozy with the faculty, and which prefects are playing politics. if there’s leverage to be had—The Watcher already used it. like if gossip girl had a clipboard, or if you fused regina george with a secret service agent.

3. Howl & Hush

by The Archiver 🌘 eerie, poetic, ancient-feeling. they don’t gossip. they warn. they write in metaphors, leave entries in cursed corners of the castle, and sign off in runes that only reveal themselves at midnight. some say their stories are fiction. but then things start coming true. and people realize… they’re not just stories.

🎭 no one knows it's me.

not my friends. not my professors. not even the marauders. (not yet.)

i’ve enchanted the parchment. masked my magical signature. built an entire network of enchanted owl drops, cursed mirrors, and secret tunnels.

they won’t know until after voldemort is gone. until the war is over. until i choose to reveal myself. and when i do— every enchanted paper, every glowing parchment, every screen— they’ll all show one final message:

“it was me. it was always me.”

moony, padfoot, prongs, wormtail

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