#Please just... Just think about using it responsibly

[anonity]

paige bueckers' girlfriend

wc: 2600 summary: the phone case launch.. but written a/n: took longer to finish than i meant 😩 i forgot i was going home tomorrow and had to pack. tried to fit as many requests in as i could! (i found the phone case for this fic just in case anyone was curious)

the fudd household is warm even as flakes of snow fall outside, a product of both the woodburning stove and the warm body sprawled across azzi’s legs.

it’s hard to imagine paige anywhere else during the holidays – azzi’s memories of christmas without a blonde in her lap are faint. it’s one of the many, many perks of dating your best friend – they’ve never really had to experience life without the other. 

unfortunately, when your best friend is paige bueckers, there is one downside. fangirls.

azzi is scrolling through redbubble when she sees it – a phone case, white except for loopy pink lettering that reads “paige bueckers’ girlfriend.” 

azzi is completely scandalized. because as far as she’s aware, there is only one position available in that department, and it has been filled since freshman year. really, it’s been filled since they met. 

paige has one girlfriend. and it is azzi fudd. 

this can’t slide.

she huffs once, loud and dramatic enough for paige to hear, but her head doesn’t move from azzis lap. she’s watching a hockey game on her ipad, and there are very few things that will tear paige away from said ipad when there is a game on.

so azzi huffs again, as attention-seekingly as she can muster, and paige finally glances up. “wassup, mama?”

paige is good at using pet names to delay consequences – they’re like little distractions, sprinkled into conversation so that azzi forgets about little things like paige ignoring her for a hockey game.

when azzi doesn’t respond, paige nearly asks again. her mouth opens in confusion, maybe even worried she’d missed something actually important, but then her ipad buzzes. They both glance down, scanning the airdrop notification: Azzi’s Phone wants to share 1 photo.

paiges head tilts, a smirk tugging at her lips as if this might be something dirty, and she looks up at azzi with her eyebrows raised. azzi rolls her eyes in response – leave it to paige to never be turned off. “just accept it,” she groans.

the second paige does, a screenshot of the phone case in all of its glory takes over her hockey game. paige barks a laugh, loud and surprised at the intrusion. “az, what the hell is this?”

azzi rolls her eyes, gesturing to the ipad like they aren’t both already looking at it. “your lil fangirls are confused about how many girlfriends you have.”

azzi’s joking now, but one wrong sentence and paige is in the dog house. she must tread carefully. 

“they’re definitely overestimating,” paige agrees.

satisfied with that response, azzi leans back into the sofa with mock-irritation. “i think they’re underestimating how much i can bench,” she complains. “i’m gonna have to whoop somebody's ass.”

“nobody underestimates how much you bench, baby,” paige responds. she stretches back for extra emphasis, wrapping three fingers around azzis bicep and squeezing. “swear, look at that. god damn–”

azzi snorts, ducking her head in embarrassment.. “paige,” she chastises, even though her laughter overshadows any actual irritation.  it’s stupid how pleased she is whenever paige reassures her, especially over something unimportant. “its not funny.”

the room quiets for a second, the way it always does before paige says something particularly annoying. and then, unsurprisingly, her mouth opens. “imma buy it for you.”

“don’t, paige,” azzi giggles, even though it’s really not funny. paige is a PR nightmare. “CD would die.”

“CD will love it,” paige assures, already copying the users handle. “we’re supporting small businesses.”

azzi watches her, helplessly fond even as paige clicks add to cart. it’s not like she’s going to use it.

azzi had not planned on using the phone case. in fact, said phone case has sat unused on her bedside table since her and paige had returned from christmas break. 

a lot has changed since christmas – they’re national champions now, and paige is in dallas, just to name a few. but one thing has stayed the same: the phone case? untouched. nothing more than tangled legs and quiet laughter. 

that is, until azzi gets as close as she possibly can to hard launching their relationship, and there are still tweets stuttering out the words former teammates. 

it’s honestly diabolical. and while over christmas break their college careers were kind of a concern, there are no rules in the UCONN Husky handbook about dating former teammates. something paige has recently become. 

so, for shits and giggles on a friday night, azzi fudd switches her phone case out for one that reads paige bueckers’ girlfriend. 

her intention is only to ruffle some feathers. to quietly but clearly stake her claim. take a few photos with a strategically placed iphone in hand, let it appear in the background of some videos – really just remind everyone that paige bueckers only has one actual girlfriend.

now, the uconn team is heading down the halls of mohegan sun, chattering quietly and discussing dinner plans. 

KK notices before the national media does – whether the media or KK is worse is still up for debate. her eye catches on the phone dangling from azzis hand and she grins, delighted. “girl, boo. are you even allowed to have that?”

azzi’s confused for all of two seconds, and then her gaze follows KK’s. “we’re former teammates,” she states matter-of-factly. they both know its bullshit — azzi had arrived 45 minutes late and two travel bags lighter that morning.

(she’d argued it wasn’t a walk of shame if she left in different clothes, even though the “different clothes” were paiges jersey and cargos.)

“you guys are super subtle,” KK deadpans.

for the rest of the night, azzi is super subtle about it. she walks down the seats of the stadium without fuss (although she does make sure that her hand is low enough for the lettering to be read). she sits casually, nonchalantly, phone sitting case-up in her lap. 

unfortunately, the night passes without drama. it appears no one actually sees the phone case – unless you count two girls across their row, one of which had blatantly squinted and then elbowed her friend. 

regardless of the sightings, there are no images (that azzi is aware of) to spread the news. with all of the huskies in the stands, security had tightened considerably, and there’d been exactly zero fans able to approach for a photo.

(although azzi did have one fan pass a phone case down for her to sign. KK had suggested she trade them, but they’d quickly decided that would be a tad overkill.)

the post-game plan is even more nonchalant. they’re going to run down, grab a few team pictures, be totally besties, and then head back to storrs. 

although, as they make their way down to the gym floor and paige catches her eye, azzi feels that nervous buzzing in her stomach. 

every time her and paige are around each other in public, that awkward, crushing teenager feeling returns. she imagines paige feels the same — it’s kind of difficult to turn off the whole touchy-girlfriends thing in public, and the tense awareness of hundreds of eyes only makes them overthink each interaction more. am i being chill enough? too chill? 

azzi stands off to the side as paige greets the rest of the team, trying not to fiddle or look like she’s been walking around with undiagnosed ADHD. 

when the arena is finally mostly empty, paige approaches, a lazy smile taking over her face. the second she’s in touching distance, azzi wraps her hands around paiges waist and buries her head in her neck. she breathes in the scent of her #1 pick and paige lets her, head coming to lay on azzi’s shoulder and tug her just a little closer. perhaps they can meld together, and azzi won’t have to leave for storrs.

physics does not decide to give them an exception. they pull away when KK makes a loud gagging noise behind them, and paige rolls her eyes affectionately. “you’re just mad your girlfriends not in your jersey,” paige says, tugging on the material. 

KK grins. “oh, she’s got more than just your jersey, P.”

paige squints. azzi’s forehead creases – she’s been so wrapped up in seeing paige again she’s completely forgotten the phone case, and it isn’t until this moment that paige sees it.

“what the hell is that?” she laughs, eyes wide with both horror and giddiness. “i can’t even believe you kept that thing!”

azzi giggles back, delighted, and holds her phone case up with a dimpled grin. “isn’t it great?”

“i can’t believe they even let you bring that.”

“i don’t think anyone saw it,” azzi replies. “security wouldn’t even let people come up to us.”

paige raises an eyebrow. “that’s their job, az.”

“i know,” azzi sighs, as if she’s deeply troubled by the whole ordeal. “they’re just really interrupting my soft launch plans.”

paige laughs, throwing an arm around her shoulder like the two minutes they haven’t been touching is too long. “my phones pretty quiet,” she says, “so, prob’ly no one saw it. crisis averted.”

azzi hums, briefly considering the idea that there would be a crisis if someone had seen the phone case. she then responds quietly, “unfortunately.”

paige raises an eyebrow, smile ever-present in the orbit of her girlfriend. “what do you mean, unfortunately?”

“i mean, unfortunately i’m going to have to take this into my own hands.”

azzi fudd’s hobbies include basketball, reading, calling paige, and soft launching their relationship on random saturdays.

to her credit, she waits an entire day before she actually takes matters into her own hands – but when the internet is disappointingly quiet about her phone case, she has no other choice.

hayley is fixing her hair when the idea hits her. they’re chattering about life — basketball, her next sponsor, the upcoming mystics game. hayley hums and runs a comb through the ends of azzis hair, resting one hand on her shoulder to look in the mirror. “soo.. after tonight, you doing anything fun?”

azzi catches her eye in the reflection and grins. “depends on how many people are texting me.”

“why would people be texting you?”

it’s then that azzi flips her phone around, screen facing the mirror, and showcases her perfectly legible paige bueckers’ girlfriend phone in all of it’s redbubble-custom glory. “oh my God,” hayley suddenly laughs, leaning forward like the text might morph into something else. it’s honestly nearly impossible to miss, bold lettering on white background. “that cannot be real. where did you even get that?”

azzi smiles, self-satisifed. “paige bought it for me.”

hayley gasps. “stop it.” 

azzi nods her head vigorously, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the delighted grin already overtaking her face again. “she told me not to use it.”

“and you already did,” hayley says, pointing an accusatory comb in the mirror. 

“duh,” azzi replies. “nobody even got to see it, though,” she adds, sighing wistfully. “i don’t even think twitter saw it.”

“seriously?”

azzi nods vehemently. the chances of twitter missing anything are seriously low. but alas, here azzi is, with a dreadfully quiet phone.

and then she thinks – a dangerous action for azzi fudd.

“we should take a picture.”

“with the phone case?”

“in the mirror.”

“ooooohhhh,” hayley nods, smile widening. “i get it.”

azzi crosses her legs, uncrosses them, and then crosses them again, inspecting herself in the mirror. “i’ll tag you,” she offers, offhandedly. 

“i don’t want tagged in your relationship drama,” hayley grins. “i’m going to get one of paiges managers in my DMs.”

“you wooooont” azzi groans. “you’re gonna be my excuse.”

“you’re conniving.”

“i’m being smart,” azzi defends. “i’m gonna tag you for doing my hair and if people happen to notice—“

“it’s neon pink, az.”

“happen to notice,” azzi emphasizes. they both break off into giggles, and then azzi straightens in her seat. “okay, lets do this.”

azzi shifts again, looking for a good angle. changes the way her phone is pointing, tries to decide if she wants it to be easy to read or leave part of the text to the imagination. 

she sees hayley raise an eyebrow in the mirror. “you good?”

azzi shuffles. “i’m nervous,” she admits. it sounds silly, girlish coming out of her mouth, but she’s being real. “this shits gonna go viral.”

hayley nods slowly like she’s pondering, and then she looks away from the mirror to see azzi eye-to-eye. “except everybody already knows you’re dating.”

azzi sputters. “that is not true—“

“that dinner tiktok had like a million likes.”

“okay but—“

“az. for real.” hayley huffs, going back to absentmindedly dragging through azzis curls. “if you wanna do it, do it.”

azzi hums. considers. and then decides. “okay, you’re right. lets do it.”

the picture, when posted, is casual. her legs are crossed and hayley smiles behind her like she’s in on a joke. which, she kind of is.  

azzi decided to completely forgo being subtle — a blind animal should be able to read the paige bueckers’ girlfriend on her phone case. 

a minute passes.

azzi had put her phone on do not disturb the second she’d posted — it’s her adult version of throwing her phone across the room. but one person can get through her DND, and her phone buzzes now. 

paige 💗is calling…

azzi looks back at hayley, guiltily, who returns the stare with tight, barely concealed laughter.  

then paifes voice cuts in. “azzi.”

“hi, baby,” azzi says sweetly. her phone buzzes again, paige requesting to facetime, and azzi reluctantly accepts it. when she does, paige is (thankfully) smiling. her azzi-fudd reserved smile. azzis shoulders slump. not in trouble. 

paige raises both eyebrows, eyes wide as she stares at azzi. “you tryna start some rumors?”

“they were already started,” azzi grins back. 

“riiiight..” paige drawls. “i think people are freaking out.”

“what makes you think that?”

“i got a text about your post before i saw your post,” paige deadpans. “and i literally have your notifications on.”

azzi giggles, feeling quite self-satisfied. “i told you i had to do something about it.”

“i thought you’d like — like a tiktok edit or something,” paige jokes. “we’re gonna be on overtime.”

“you’re always on overtime,” azzi points out, helpfully. 

paige just stares back, looking fond and in love. “you looked pretty.”

“you’re just saying that because i have your name on my phone,” azzi laughs. 

“well, i’m not saying it didn’t help,” paige responds, head tilted. from anyone else's point of view, it would be an absolutely disgusting display of affection. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” azzi says. 

hayley finally announces her presence, interrupting their discussion with an, “i hate you guys.”

paige groans from the phone. “you didn’t tell me anyone was thereee,” she complains. “now i look like a softie.”

“that was never in question for me, paige,” hayley laughs, peeking over azzi’s shoulder to look at her. “i had to listen to you all draft night.”

paige rolls her eyes, even as azzi laughs. “aight, you’re fired bruh.” then she looks back over to azzi, her eyes crinkled in the way that they do when she’s trying not to look too smitten. she fails. 

“alright,” she sighs. “i’m gonna hang up so you can make my girlfriend look really good.” and then, after a pause, adds, “call me after?”

“always,” azzi nods, so quietly that hayley pretends not to hear it. 

the call ends. 

hayley lets them sit in the quiet for all of five seconds. then she inhales deeply and reaches for a new section of hair. “alright,” she says, effectively dragging azzi back to reality. “lets fix your hair so you can go stress your agents out.”

and as azzi finally swipes her notification bar open, eyes scanning over all of her group chats and dm’s — she just smiles. 

[imtaashu]

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(Teaching Him to Use Polaroid Camera 📷 )

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You try to teach Bucky how to use your Polaroid camera. He ends up more interested in taking pictures of you than anything else. One kiss. One photo. That’s all he wants… or so he says.

Genre: Soft Fluff, Domestic Vibes, Clingy!Bucky, Hurt-Your-Teeth Cute

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: None, unless you count excessive pouting and unrelenting affection

💌Author Notes: This one’s pure mush. Like sticky marshmallow fluff on a warm day. Clingy, pouty Bucky, armed with a Polaroid and zero chill, is here to ruin your day in the sweetest way possible. Inspired by the idea of him just wanting something to hold onto when you’re not home. 😭

🩷 Please enjoy — and yes, he will ask for another photo in the middle of the night.

✦ feel free to request more fluffy Bucky things ✦

Based on ✦ this ✦ request.. thank you @buckyismysafehaven 🫶🏻

craving clingy bucky or emotional destruction? — masterlist is right here baby 🫶🏻

───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─────

“you know this isn’t a weapon, right?” you ask softly, raising a brow at bucky, who’s holding the pastel blue polaroid camera like it might explode.

“are you sure?” he replies, squinting suspiciously at it “feels like it’s got a mind of its own.”

you giggle, gently pushing his arms down “babe. it’s literally made of plastic.”

“so are landmines in cartoons.”

“okay, soldier,” you tease, taking it from his hands and showing him, slowly “this is the lens. this is the shutter. this button here—”

he cuts in, voice low and all heart-eyed “you’re really hot when you go all teacher mode, y’know that?”

“bucky.”

“sorry.” (not sorry at all.)

⸻

ten minutes later, he’s already used half the film.

not one photo of furniture like you suggested.

just you.

you tying your hair up.

you reaching for the remote.

you laughing with your head thrown back, nose scrunching just right.

“you were supposed to practice with objects, not your emotionally-unavailable girlfriend,” you say, flopping dramatically onto the couch.

he hums, carefully tucking the latest photo into his wallet “the couch doesn’t smell like vanilla and steal my hoodies.”

you peek over. “what are you doing with that one?”

“backup.”

“backup??”

“yeah. in case you go to the grocery store without me again and i spiral.”

⸻

click. you blink. “did you just take one without asking?”

he smiles, slow and sleepy, cradling the photo like it’s treasure.

“you looked real soft just now. had to keep it.”

“you can’t just collect pictures of me like—like trading cards.”

“why not?”

“because i probably look weird in half of them!”

he walks over, lifts your chin with gentle fingers “you’ve never looked weird. not to me.”

twenty minutes later, you’re wrapped in a hoodie that almost eats you alive, legs tangled in a blanket on the couch.

“don’t even think about it,” you mumble, not even opening your eyes.

“i didn’t say anything!”

“you don’t have to. i can feel it. you’re staring at me like i’m a sunrise.”

caught. he pauses, camera halfway to his face “okay, but hear me out: the angle? god-tier. the light? holy. your face? illegal.”

you groan into the pillow “you’re ridiculous.”

“you’re breathtaking.”

“that’s not gonna get you another picture.”

“…worked seventeen times already.”

eventually, he curls up beside you, cheek smushed against your shoulder, arms tucked around your waist.

he’s quiet for a while—just tracing little patterns on your skin then, he whispers, shy “can i take one of you kissing me?”

you blink. “like… a photo?”

he props himself up “yeah. just one.”

you hide under the blanket “nooo, that’s so embarrassing!”

“what? why!”

“i don’t look cute when i kiss. i squint weird.”

he gasps like it’s the most offensive thing he’s ever heard “your kissing face is my favorite face!”

“bucky—”

“i’m serious! that’s the face that says you love me.”

You stay quiet.

he softens, leaning down with a pout so genuine it borders on tragic.

“baby.”

no response.

“baby please.”

silence.

“you don’t love me.”

you peek out. “bucky.”

“you don’t. that’s why you won’t let me have a picture. my heart is broken. i might cry. this is the end of bucky barnes as we know him.”

you start laughing.

he immediately flops into your lap with a dramatic groan.

“just one photo of my girl loving me. is that so much to ask?”

“you’re a menace.”

“i’m your menace.”

finally, you give in. one kiss. one photo.

he sits up straighter than a soldier, camera ready, eyes wide and sparkling like he’s about to meet santa.

you lean in. kiss him softly.

click. his lashes flutter. His hands tremble slightly as he gently fans the developing photo, like it’s sacred.

and when the image comes in?

he just whispers, barely audible “…wow.”

later that night, while he’s asleep, you find the photo tucked into his wallet next to his dog tags.

you trace your thumb over it and smile.

he stirs, catches you looking.

“needed something to hold onto when you’re not home,” he murmurs.

“bucky, i was gone for ten minutes today.”

“and they were the longest ten minutes of my life.”

next morning, there’s a new polaroid stuck to the bathroom mirror.

you, fast asleep, curled into his chest on the back, in his boyish handwriting

“this is what peace looks like.”

and when you roll your eyes and tell him he’s obsessed?

he grins without missing a beat

“with you? yeah. obviously.”

-end

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Surprises 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, cheating/established relationships, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Andy Barber, side of Mike Weiss

Summary: You have a baby on the way but it’s not the only surprise.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"You're nervous," Andy says as he sits beside you. You look down and stop your leg from bouncing.

"Sorry. Er... I am." You answer.

"About?" He prompts.

"The baby, just in general. I guess. It's a lot. I've been reading so much and... feels like a whole mountain," you sit back and cradle your hands in front of your stomach.

"I don't relish that feeling but I remember it well," he says.

"Mm. Mr. Barber, you don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he leans back and stretches his neck. "It's kind of... exciting. My boy's about to graduate. He's done with mom and dad. It's almost... nostalgic," he shrugs. "Unless... you don't want me here."

"Well, erm... it is nice to have someone. It's a lot to go to these all alone."

"Yeah, your husband didn't come to the others?"

"Not yet. He's very busy. And he's my boyfriend," you sigh. "Things happened quick."

"Ah, right," he nods.

You shrink down. You must see very naive to someone like him. You have a baby on the way and a boyfriend too important for either of you.

"Well, what about mom? Your mom? Laurie's was elbow deep in everything about the pregnancy." He twirls his thumbs around each other. "The appointments, the shower, the nursery... felt like she didn't trust me."

"Oh, no. My mom... passed. In high school."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Not your fault. She wouldn't be very much help either." You squirm and clasp your hands tightly. "I can do it. I think. I... I think I'll be a good mom because I always wanted one... maybe that's stupid."

"I don't think so. Parents are... tough," he replies. He plays with the knot of his tie. "My dad wasn't there. Hasn't been. He's in prison. Better for everyone that way."

"Oh my." You murmur. "I hope... I just don't want to ever do that. Leave my baby behind, you know? I... maybe... maybe I didn't think this out."

"Sweetie, please, you're going to be great because you are thinking about it at all. Lots of people don't. You will do this. It'll be fine." He puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs your arm. "It's okay to be scared. It's good. It means you care."

"Thanks--"

Your name undercuts your words. You look over at the nurse and gulp. You stand. Your purse falls onto the floor.

Andy scoops up the bag and hands it to you. You take it with a shaky smile.

"Hey, you want me to come with you?" He offers. "Up to you."

"Um," you glance at the nurse. "Okay. If it's okay."

"Sure," he stands up.

He follows you across the waiting room and down the hall. The nurse tells you to take off your shirt and put a hospital gown on. Andy shifts.

"I'll stay in the hall," he assures.

The nurse leaves and shuts the door. You take of your shirt and put the gown on. You go to the door and open it and inch.

"It's okay now, Mr. Barber."

He pushes away from the wall and comes in. He closes the door and sits in the chair across from the bed. You climb up and lay down. You wiggle your feet restlessly as you stare at the ceiling.

"Forgot what it was like," he mutters. "Doctor's and stuff. Laurie's been bothering me to get my cholesterol checked for years."

"She cares a lot about you," you say.

He hums but doesn't say anything.

The tech enters before the silence can grow tense. She greets you and covers your bottom half with a sheet. She pulls your waistband lower and tucks the top into it to bare your pelvis.

She blocks Andy's view of you as she squeezes the gel onto the wand.

"I'll be cold," she warns.

She presses it against your pelvis and you flinch. She feels around as she looks at the screen, dragging around your stomach and pelvis. She pushes down and chimes.

"There they are," she gestures to the screen. "And they are very healthy." She continues to shift. "Just gonna get as many images as I can."

"Okay," you lay still as she continues. Beyond the physical, you feel like little more than a cadaver.

"You two must be very excited. Oh and they're just the perfect size."

"Um, er," you stammer. How do you explain that Andy is your boss, not the father.

"We are. Very," Andy says. "Can I get a closer look?"

You nod and the tech angles around. He gets up and stands behind her as he looks at the screen. You shyly peek up. His lips part as his blue eyes almost gleam.

"Wow," he utters. His throat bobs.

"Just a little bean," the tech says.

You push yourself up on your elbows to see. You stare at the pulsing image. There's a baby in you. A real life inside.

Your heart clutches as your eyes crest. You're going to bring a baby into all this? Into Mike not showing up? Into being alone and afraid?

You lay back and breathe out until the tears recede. Andy stays close, startling you as he touches your hand. He smiles down at you.

"It's so amazing, isn't it, sweetie."

You blink and nod. "Yeah, uh, yes."

"We can send you a few with you to put on the fridge," the tech says. "Show family."

"Oh, sure," you agree. You can show Mike. Maybe then, he'll show up.

[btsgirlypop]

THE FATHER - IN - LAW

Pairing - MYG X Reader, FIL!Yoongi x DIL!Reader, Olderman!Yoongi x Youngerwoman!Reader, HardDom!Yoongi x Sub!Reader

Yoongi is 42 (but he looks like the gif) & Reader is 20

(I'M SORRY EVERYONE but I'm a slut for older yoongi)

Genre - Hardcore smut

TRIGGER WARNING(s) - NONCON,FORCED SEX, ROUGH SEX, EXTREME DEGRADATION, HUMILIATION, POSSESIVE, CONTROLLING, POWERPLAY, SPIT KINK, OBJECT INSERTION, CHOCKING, DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE, COERCION, MINDBREAK, IMPLIED FREE USE. THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT BTS OR MY LOVE YOONGI IN ANY WAY. BOTH OF YOU ARE LEGAL IN THIS.

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!!! READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!

Guys, happy yoonki day!!!!!!!! the LOML is backkkkkkkk. My military wifey days are finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy over.

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BLURB - You had been married to Jungwon for just two months. He was kind and responsible man, always focused on his work. His father, Yoongi, had been living alone since his wife passed away. With Jungwon away on a business trip, Yoongi came to stay with you.

There was something about Yoongi that always made you uneasy, but you brushed it off and treated him respectfully. Today was just like any other day. You had lunch with Yoongi, called your husband, and were now washing the dishes, thinking about surprising Jungwon with his favourite meal when he returned.

You had no idea Yoongi was behind you—leaning silently against the doorframe, his eyes glued to your ass like you were put on display. He watched without a word, his stare unashamed, as if you existed only for his viewing.

You stood at the kitchen sink, hands deep in soapy water, when you felt the sense that someone was behind you. You felt Yoongi move close, too close but you ignored him, scolding yourself about your overthinking, trying to convince yourself that it was nothing —while every instinct told you something wasn’t.

Suddenly you feel a hard bulge pressing against your ass from behind as your father in law, Yoongi reaches around you to grab a glass from the drying rack. You stand there, stiff, your mind screaming you to move, shout anything but your body won’t listen. He smirks at your weak reaction, realizing it would be much easier than he thought.

Knowing that you’re scared, still pressed against you, he whispered in your ear. “Look at you shaking like a little bitch. You’re terrified, aren’t you?” The next second he starts grinding his hardening bulge against your ass, not bothering to hide his growing arousal. "Oh, it's no accident, my pretty daughter-in-law" he growls, one hand sliding around to grip your left breast possessively while the other reaches up under your skirt, pushing it higher .

“please-ee stop-p,”you finally whimper out, feeling powerless and vulnerable under his towering frame.

He laughs cruelly as he pushes your top down further until your breasts are exposed, squeezing and pulling your left nipple roughly as his grip tightening on your half covered hips to keep you in your place still grinding frantically. “Tell me, my pretty little daughter-in-law, is this pussy even broken in? Has my son been fucking you raw or are you still a tight virgin slut? God-dd, it’ll be so exciting to rape you for your first time”

“NO PLEASE-E PLEASE, YOU’RE MY FATHER-IN-LAW” you finally snaps, realizing this is rape, you’re father-in-law is gonna rape you.

He grins wickedly, his strong arms wrapping around you more tightly, crushing your struggles. His lips move closer to your ear, his voice dropping to a dark, sickeningly sweet tone as he covers your mouth “Stop fucking moving and listen carefully, you little cunt, from today onwards I’m not only your father in law, I’m gonna be your daddy too and right now daddy needs his sweet innocent little girl”

“mmmm…please-e”

He ignores your pleas and drops to his knees behind you, pushing his head inside your skirt up. “Goddd, my son’s wife smells like a cheap fucking whore.” He buries his face between your legs, nuzzling his nose against your clothed pussy, before harshly pulling your skirt and underwear down. “Look at this used-up little cunt. Fuck-k no wonder my son married you. Perfect for fucking and breeding. Spread your legs wider whore, let daddy eat your slutty cunt out in the kitchen.”

He spreads your cheeks apart, and inhales deeply as if savoring the smell of your wet cunt and spits on your asshole. “Fuck-k a young delicious pussy. By the time I’ll be done, you’ll be reeking of my cum and your own filth.”

You yelp and try to pull away. “please….”

He grabs your hips with brutal force, his fingers digging painfully into your asscheeks. “Fuck you're loose, bitch. Such a shame that my son fucked your tight virgin pussy. But look at this fucking perfect ass…… No worries, I’ll have this tight ass first. I’ll fuck this innocent little asshole so hard that it’ll be loose and sloppy when my stupid son gets there. But first let’s rape your pussy”.

“Ahhhh….” You bend forward over the sink, your hands trying to grip the edge tightly as his tongue starts lapping at your pussy from behind. His hands spreading your cheeks apart before spanking each one roughly repeatedly.

“ahh please please sto-pp stop”

He continues licking and sucking your pussy, his fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you, fucking you faster and harder. “Fuck so tight…. No wonder my son fucked this cunt first. Such a fuckable pussy….. so pathetic and tight….looks like my son hasn’t fucked your filthy cunt properly”

“ Ahhhh…..no-o, no-o, please-ee” your soapy hands slip on the wet sink as you bend even further, presenting your dripping cunt to him. He groans in approval and pushes a third finger inside, stretching you open as he continues to lick and spank. “You’re a needy little whore Y/n, spreading your legs for anyone. Hell, your own father-in-law is gonna be balls-deep inside you tonight but you’re begging for it like a bitch, a horny fucking bitch”

“Please please-ee” your face flushes red with shame, tears streaming down your cheeks as you imagine your husband finding out, yet your pussy clenches desperately around his finger.

Just as you’re about to cum, he pulls his face out and spank your right ass cheek again, leaving a red handprint. “Don’t ‘please’ me, you cheap fucking cockwhore! You’re pathetic, begging for orgasm from your husband’s old father. Should I just leave you like this? Fucking dying for release? Maybe I should call your husband and tell him what a fucking whore his wife is? A frustrated little slut who can’t even get herself off”

He turns you around roughly by fisting your hair painfully, and tears your top and bra off. He slaps your tits hard, pinching and twisting your nipples, trying to force them into stiff peaks as he spits on your face and tits till his mouth dries. “Fucking look at you, tits bouncing like a cheap hooker. Fucking whore, going around with these slutty tits on display, tempting every cock in sight. God-d, these udders are fucking perfect for milking cocks, aren't they? I bet you'd let any fucker with a dick use them." His spit drips down your chest and onto your stomach and pussy as he mauls your tits more harshly.

“ Ahhhh…..”

He tears your top along with your bra in one fluid motion, completely exposing your naked body to his cruel eyes as his hands delicately touches your tits before reaching down to your navel. Without warning, he spanks your pussy and shoves two fingers inside your still throbbing pussy, causing you to jolt forward as you scream.

“Ahhhhh……”

He pulls your hair hard making you arch your back. He adds another finger then another until four finger are stretching your soaked hole painfully. He leans down close to your face, hair soaked with sweat, breathing heavily on your cheek as his tongue licks your cheek sensually making you feel hot and bothered. He whispers in husky tone “Your pussy’s a fucking mess, Y/n. You’re so desperate for dick that you let your own father-in-law rape you...… And you’re still hungry for more? Fucking disgusting. You’re nothing but a cheap whore who needs cock constantly.”

His hand pumps in and out forcefully before pulling his hands out making you gasp. He backhands your face with his cum soaked hands, leaving a trail of spit and your juices, before spanking your red puffy pussy a few times, the obscene sound echoing through the room.

“Ahhh……..please-e please-ee”

Ignoring your pleads, he spits on your cunt again and again, using his hand to rub the spit in and then suddenly pushing his entire hand inside without warning as you scream loudly. “Ahhh…..”

“Shut up!! You dumb slut. Look at you, taking daddy's whole fist now... You've gone from cute innocent girl to fuck-doll meat hole..." He fucks you with his hand, your pussy juices dripping down your thighs, your hole gaping and twitching from his brutal assault. “You know what, you filthy slut? Maybe I should call my friends, let them know that I've found the perfect little cum-dumpster, the kind that loves having her holes stuffed with the cum of older men like us. They’ll probably laugh at how easy it is to rape your tight cunt and greedy asshole. Fuck, I should ruin this sloppy little fuckhole and leave you a drooling, dick-drunk mess, prepare your cheap cunt for their cocks. What do you think, Y/n?"

"No-o please-e don't-tt"

He spreads your thighs wider and starts shoving his whole hand inside you, harder and faster, his fingers spreading your insides roughly. “No? FUCKING NO?? You keep saying 'no' but your loose cunt is swallowing my entire hand inside like a hungry little whore. So stop being such a pretentious whore, my precious daughter-in-law. You know you love being used like a cheap sexdoll."

"Mmmm....please-ee"

He suddenly stops and pulls out his hand, making you moan softly "But, you’ve been a good little slut today...so today only daddy will play with you." He grabs something else from the counter. "And daddy has one more thing for you... A surprise!! You know what else would fit inside your ruined pussy?" He thinks of an idea and grins mischievously.

He snatches a cucumber from the counter, as your eyes widen in panic and you shake your face to protest but he just smiles, enjoying the fearful expression in your face.

He lines the cucumber at your pussy, rubbing and teasing your clit and pussy lips as he stares intently at your scared face. Suddenly, without warning, he thrusts the entire cucumber inside you, all at once as you gasp loudly in pain as it fills you completely. He slams the cold cucumber into your cervix brutally, thrusting it up and down, using it to fuck you roughly. "You're just a hole for me to fill, a worthless cunt. A low-class whore." He spits on your face to assert his dominance. "You think you can stop me from using your pussy? You should be thankful that I’m using you, fucking cockslut. My friends would have used your mouth as a toilet, cumming inside your every hole non-stop and then maybe, maybe they would’ve stopped raping you. You would’ve been their communal cumdump forever.” He thrusts the cucumber deeper into your gaping pussy. "Take it! Take it like the slut you are"

“ Ahhhh….No-oo Please-e please-ee” You scratch his forearm in desperation, trying to pull his arm away to get the cucumber out of your pussy. But he only grips your hair tighter and continues to fuck you with the cold, hard vegetable. "Keep scratching, you dumb slut. You're nothing but a fucking cockwhore who needs to be taught her place. God-d your cunt loves getting abused."  He laughs darkly, hearing the disgusting wet noises of your pussy.

“You want this cucumber so bad, don't you?" He continues fucking you with it, the cold vegetable stretching your tight pussy. "But you don't deserve it." He spits on your face, gripping your hair painfully. "You don't deserve anything but pain and humiliation."

He slams the cucumber deeper into you, hitting your most sensitive spots his movements brutal and uncaring. Your body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You squirt violently a gush of clear fluid shooting out from your pussy and wetting the kitchen floor, your head falls forward, drained. “Fucking hell….How fucking dare you cum without my goddamn permission, you stupid bitch? Did I give you permission to have an orgasm like the desperate, out-of-control whore you are? Goddamn you worthless slut, can’t even control your own orgasm.”

He yanks the cucumber out of your still fluttering pussy roughly, making you whimper and slaps your soaked folds with it. He grabs your hair, wrenching your head back viciously as he loomed over your trembling, orgasming body. His face was contorted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury and disgust. "Open your mouth, cumslut." He presses the cucumber against your lips, "fucking suck it clean. Taste your own dirty cunt”.

“Mmmmm….” You shake your head refusing to take the cucumber in your mouth. He growls angrily and loosens his grip on your hair momentarily to pinch your nose, cutting off your air supply completely. "Open your mouth, bitch! I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH before I break your nose, you disobedient dickwhore”.

“No no” when you still refuse, he loses all his patience.

He squeezes your nostrils harder and slaps the cucumber on your pussy hard, your sensitive flesh smeared with juices and rubbing along your slit, scratching your clit before dragging it to your tits, leaving streaks of cum on your soft skin. “ Either you open this pretty little mouth and suck this filthy cucumber like a good little cumslut or I’ll fucking kill you out right now. I’m gonna choke you with this, you trashy whore, whether you’re awake or not so which is it, you dumb slut? Want to pass out with a cucumber stuck in your throat?”

He slapped your face with the cucumber, leaving a smear of your juices on your cheek as he tightened his grip on your nose, enjoying the way your body squirmed as he cuts off your oxygen supply. “Last chance, you useless fuckwhore. Now open your goddamn mouth and suck, before I make you regret ever fucking refusing me, you stupid cumdumpster." 

As soon as you open your mouth, desperate to breathe, he shoves the cucumber in aggressively, pushing it deep until it hits the back of your throat. “That's it, you fucking cunt. Choke on the taste of your own dirty fucking pussy. You fucking love it, don't you? Being used like the set of holes you are. Fuck yeah, take it all like a pathetic cumwhore."

He grabs your hair tighter, forcefully pulling you back towards him and burying the vegetable deeper into your mouth as obscene gurgling noises spilled from your mouth. "God you’re disgusting. You’re drooling all over the cucumber like a dog, you nasty bitch. Even a whorehouse hooker is less slutty than you”

He holds the cucumber there for a long, agonizing moment, watching your face turn red and then purple as your oxygen supply dwindled. Just as your vision started to darken, Yoongi yanks the vegetable out of your mouth, leaving you coughing and gagging as you cry. “ That’s my good little cock-sleeve. Maybe now you'll remember your place, you disgusting slutty whore."

With a cruel laugh, he tosses the cucumber aside carelessly and releases your hair, sending your upper body stumbling forward as you gasp for breath. Your legs shakes violently beneath you, unable to support your weight and you collapse onto the cold, floor in a disheveled, messy heap, your naked body splayed out obscenely as you struggled to catch your breath. 

"Pathetic." He kicks you hard in the ribs. "Get up, my fucktoy. We're not done with this fuck session yet. I want to rape your filthy sloppy whore hole now."

“no no please”

“Listen up, you filthy little cockslut," he growls, his voice a low, commanding bark. "I want you to present yourself to me like the obedient fucktoy you are, my filthy daughter-in-law. Get on your fucking hands and knees, ass in the air, and lick up every last drop of your pathetic dirty, slutty cum from the floor. Show me what a cock-hungry bitch you are, desperate to clean up the mess your cheap pussy made, you useless whore.” He delivers a harsh smack at your asscheeks with his feet, making you yelp at the pain.

His eyes light up with sadistic glint as he watches your shaky body scrambling to take the degrading position. “Faster, you stupid whore. Lap it up, c’mon my rapedoll, taste the filth dripping from your own desperate cunt like the brainless slut you are, and maybe I'll reward you with my thick cock."

He grabs your hair again, twisting it cruelly in his fist, pressing your face down towards the puddle of cum on the floor as he stands up and palms his cock roughly before taking off his clothes. "Mmmm, that's a good little cock-sleeve. Clean up your mess like the dirty cumdump you are."

You began licking as your eyes become teary, as he strokes his cock frantically keeping his foot on your head harder, holding you in place as you clean the mess with your tongue. “That's it, you pathetic bitch. Get every last fucking drop, you filthy slut. And do it while I stroke my big, hard cock right in front of you." You obediently begin to lick up your own juices, as Yoongi watches with satisfaction as you clean up the floor with your tongue. Without warning, he wrenches your head back by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. Before you could react, he leans down and spit a thick, globby wad of saliva directly into your open mouth as the bitter, musky taste of his spit filled your mouth, making you gag instinctively.

"Ahhh, fuck! I fucking love watching my cock-hungry sextoy. Fucking nasty slag, my innocent son should have married an innocent girl but he got you, a whore with a used-up disgusting cunt". He groans, his eyes darkens with desire as you cry loudly hearing his insults.

He throws you down roughly, not caring as your face slams against the sticky, cum-stained surface, cheek burning from the impact. Yoongi wastes no time in mounting you from behind, his cock thrusting inside your pussy with brutal, animalistic force. “Stop crying, you filthy cockwhore. This pathetic cunt belongs to me now, you hear me? It's just a fucking hole for me to ruin as I please. Just a worthless cumdump for my thick cock."

He leans over her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounds into you mercilessly, making you cry out in pain. “That's right, scream for me, my cheap sex-doll. God-dd, this is why you were born, slut. Your only purpose in life is to be a fucktoy for any man who wants a warm, wet hole, fucking filthy slut. You're nothing but a cum bucket, princess.”

“Mmmm….please-e let me go-oo”

“ Ha! Fuck no, this is just the beginning, you dirty cock-hungry bitch. You’re nothing but a dumb useless cunt who deserves to be chained up and raped by men continuously until you’re nothing but a used-up fuckhole.” He laughs as he hears you sob uncontrollably, breasts bouncing with each thrust as you try to escape his painful words.

With a wicked smile, he forces the back of your skull with both hands, pressing your face even harder into the cold wet floor, grinding your cheek mercilessly in the puddle of your own juices. “Look at you, crying like the pathetic little cockslut you are. Stop pretending Y/n, You're just a filthy whore. I bet you love getting raped by your daddy-in-law or maybe you want your husband to join us too”

“no no-o please-ee”

Yoongi throws his head back and laughs mockingly as he began to move your head side to side, forcing you to wipe your own cum from the kitchen floor with your cheeks like a human mop, still brutally thrusting inside your leaking cunt.

“Ahhh…..leave-e me “ 

He uses your hair like reins, controlling your movements completely. "Ahhh… my pretty fuckdoll. You fucking love this, don't you? Being treated like a trashy slut? Fuck, feel how your sloppy little fuckhole is clenching around my cock. You love being a rapedoll. Admit it, you love getting fucked forcefully by filthy old men, don’t you, you disgusting cheap dickwhore?"

He spreads your asscheeks wider, watching his dick go in and out, as you're completely out of it, eyes empty, cheek pressed into the floor as your tits bounces with each thrust. He spanks you harshly as you moan loudly “Wake up, you weak bitch!! I want you to hear every fucking word I say to you. You need to understand the truth about yourself, you filthy fucking whore.”

He leans in close to your ear, hands still pressing your cheek on the floor, as he thrust slower but deeper in your swollen pussy “You’re just a brainless set of tits and ass and cunt, a dumb little fuckdoll that exist for one purpose and one purpose alone - to be used, abused and ruined for the pleasure of real men like me. You’re a dirty cock-sleeve, made to be passed around like a cheap fleshlight. You exist only for milking cock and swallow cum. This is your destiny, Y/n. accept it.”

“Yess yes-s daddy” you whisper, your soul now broken from the cruel assault that had wrecked your body.

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, a cruel laughter echoing through the room as he hears your confession "Yes, that's right, my stupid bitchy cumwhore.” He leans back, leaving your destroyed body still, and starts thrusting wildly "Fuck, I can't believe how long it took you to figure that out, But now that you have, I know I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and you'll just thank me for it like the desperate slut you are."

“Mmmm…. Yes-s daddy-y”

"You're mine now, you filthy cock-sleeve, my own personal set of dirty, leaking fuckholes to abuse and fill as I see fit.” He couldn’t believe how lucky he is, the perfect gift that had fallen right into his lap. "Fuck this is the best birthday present – a young warm, wet hole that’s gonna milk my old cock. I'm gonna ruin you, Daddy's personal little cumsock. I’m gonna rape you so hard that your pussy will always be stretched out, ready to take any cock I want. Maybe I’ll pimp out your disgusting fuckholes to my friends. You’ll be fucked so much that you’ll become a drooling, mindless mess, unable to do anything but fucking thank us for the privilege of being our personal sexdoll”.

Yoongi abruptly pulls his dick out from your sensitive cunt, leaving you empty and whining for more. ”Please-e daddy-y”

He tightens his grip on your long hair, using it like a handle to yank you upright, as you let out a cry of pain. You remain kneeling on the floor, your back facing his naked form standing behind you. “Don't fucking move, Not a single fucking inch, you hear me, you filthy slut?"

“Yes-s yes-s daddy-y”

He runs his free hand through your long hair, fingers combing through the silky strands, the gentle movement betraying his cruel intentions. “Good girl. You’ve been such a good cockslut today, my good little girl. Following daddy’s order, doing what he wants. You’re mine now, babygirl. Not your husband not any other man, just mine, do you understand, you dirty whore? Your nasty holes, your mind, and your very soul - it's all mine to ruin as I see fit. And I'm going to take such good care of my new fuckdoll, I promise you that.”

“Yes daddy-y” you squirm helplessly as your hips grind against the air, trying to find anything that could help your release.

Yoongi looks at your trembling form and yanks your face backwards facing him, as he pulls your hair and slaps you cheeks harshly. “Filthy whore, you fucking don't deserve to cum today. You’re just a dirty little slut who exists for my pleasure, nothing more. You don't get to cum, you hear me? Your greedy cunt doesn't deserve any fucking relief. How dare you think you could squirt without my permission and not face any punishment"

“Sorry-y sorry-yy, dadd-yy” you feel ashamed, lips trembling as you’re on the verge of crying.

Yoongi ignores your apologies and grips your hair tightly as he begins to jerk off right above your head. “ My worthless little bitch. I could fuck you all day long.....use you like a toy." Wrapping your long hair around his spit and your slick coated cock, he thrusts violently, holding your head tightly as he pumps his cock faster.

The bulbous head of his cock tap against your forehead leaving his sticky precum on your hair and skin as he abuses your silky hair, treating them like just another fuck-hole for his pleasure. “ Fuck-kk, look how you’re getting used by superior men like me. Whores like you are so easy to break. Men like me, we own you, my filthy fuckwhore."

Gripping your hair tighter while thrusting brutally, Yoongi wrenches your head back, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes full of sadistic pride and lust as he drank in the sight of your cum-streaked face, knowing that he owned you completely. "I'm going to destroy you, you dirty cumwhore. I'm going to fuck your hair, your mouth, your cunt, your ass, until you're nothing more than a dumb set of holes, hungry for more, my filthy cumdump."

He jerks your head back, slamming his cock forward, in his makeshift silky fuckhole as tears sprung in your eyes because of the pain in your scalp "Fuck, take it all, you hairy little cock-sleeve! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he growls and spits in your hair as he comes hard, his hot load shooting directly into your hair and dripping down your forehead. “You should be proud of yourself, you cheap cunt. I have only used your dead mother-in-law like that."

He steps back and wipes his cum soaked hand on the cleaner part of your hair, leaving it matted and sticky from his cum before pushing your exhausted body on the floor, breasts pressed on the kitchen floor and legs spread open in front of his lustful eyes.

He bends down, still breathing heavily from his orgasm and grips your chin tightly, his thumb rubbing your lower lip harshly, pushing it out in a lewd pout as he forces you to meet his cold gaze. “Keep your fucking legs spread, whore and don't you dare fucking move until I say otherwise.” With that he gets up and walks away leaving you on the floor covered in his cum.

“please-e” your voice comes out in a whisper, as you fight the urge to touch yourself, knowing that doing so will only lead to more cruel punishment.

He returns a few minutes later, his muscular upper body on full display while bottom half covered in baggy pyjamas as he sips the expensive red wine your husband bought for his birthday as he circles around you like a shark playing with his prey. “God, what a disgusting little daughter-in-law I have. Lying there like a desperate, cock-starved bitch, with your legs spread wide and your dirty hole dripping all over the floor. You're just gagging for it, aren't you, you dirty slut?"

“Please-e please-e daddy” you speak out, needy and desperate to cum.

He kicks your legs further apart, enjoying the sweet taste of his wine and kneels down between your splayed thighs and runs his fingers through your wet folds and spitting on your pussy. “You're fucking drenched, you horny bitch. Look how much your pathetic cunt is craving my big, hard cock. You want to cum, don't you? I've already given you more than a pathetic whore like you deserves."

“Mmmm….yes-s yess-s” he smirks like a devil at your moans while spanking and rubbing your swollen red pussy harshly, knowing exactly how frustrated you are.

“too bad, little girl. A trashy slut like you doesn’t deserve to cum.” He presses his fingers barely into your hole before pulling away again. He spanks the soft flesh of your left butt cheek, groaning at the red handprint decorating your jiggling ass as you yelp out at the pain. He roughly wipes his slick covered fingers across the reddened skin of your ass and gets up.

“please-ee please-e, make me-e cum daddy-yy” you beg.

“Daddy?" He repeats mockingly, chuckling darkly. "You think calling me daddy is going to make me give you what you want?" He leans down and spits in your open pussy, watching his spit dripping down your needy hole as your legs tremble with desperation. "You're not in a position to make demands, you needy whore. You're just a fucking cumdump, meant to be used, ruined and discarded."

He sits down at the kitchen table and sips his wine leisurely. As he drinks, he occasionally kicks your spread pussy with his feet, laughing darkly as you moan and squirm from the contact. "Drinking wine after raping such a young tight cunt. Perfect night for a man."

“Mmmm….”

He kicks your pussy harder this time, his foot pressing against your clit briefly before pulling away. You let out a loud moan, your hips bucking upwards desperately seeking more friction. "Shut up and take it, slut. You’re like a cheap fucking sex doll Y/n – one touch and you’re creaming and shaking like a brainless bitch." He chuckles at your reaction and takes another sip of his wine calmly.

“Please-e please daddy”

He sets his wine glass down and leans forward, his face inches from yours as he spits his wine on your sweaty tear and cum soaked face. "Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you cum?" He laughs cruelly as he stands up to kick your pussy again. "No. You're just going to lie here and take my foot while I drink my wine."

He kicks your pussy again and again, his strong feet pressing against your clit and lips mercilessly. You can feel your own wetness dripping out of you as you whimper and beg, but he just laughs and keeps kicking. "Pathetic little disposable whore can't even get an orgasm. You’re nothing but a cheap dirty bitch that my son married so he could dump his cum whenever he wants. You’re fucking trapped now…..From now on, you’ll be nothing but a cock sleeve for me and my friends. God-d Jungkook will love breaking a whore like you."

“Daddy, please-e please-e, let me cum” You stopped caring about the insults, about the humiliation as all you can think about the orgasm that been denied to you for so long.

He brings his foot down hard onto your pussy, pressing it firmly against your clit and grinding it roughly. He does this repeatedly, using his foot to fuck you brutally as he drinks his wine. "Tell me, you love older dicks don’t you? Fucked forcefully, brutalized by old rich men. Don’t worry, my sweet fuckwhore daddy's going to fuck you with his foot until you pass out from frustration." He pulls his foot away to land a harsh kick on your side before pressing and kicking it harder on your gaping pussy.

He watches with amusement as you writhe and squirm side to side, trying to chase his foot for more friction but always missing as he moves it just out of reach. Your face is contorted with pleasure and frustration, your hands reaching out desperately. "Look at you, pathetic fuckhole. Look at how shamelessly you’re grinding on my foot, you stupid cunt"

He continues to torment you, moving his foot just enough to keep you on the edge but never giving you the release you desperately need. He takes another sip of his wine, enjoying the sight of your desperate struggles. "You know what? I think I'll enjoy watching my little slut suffer all night." He laughs darkly as he kicks your pussy again. "I should have married my son to an innocent virgin instead of a used-up whore like you. What a disgraceful whore wife my son has." He kicks harder, degrading you with each kick, his voice dripping with cruelty. "Fucking desperate bitch. So loose and slutty. Can’t even take daddy’s foot properly"

“daddy-yy”

His expression turns vicious at your soft 'daddy' plea. He suddenly froze and stands still between your spread legs with his wine glass still in hand. "Fine then, since you begged so nicely for daddy..." He pours wine on your swollen red pussy, causing you to flinch from the sudden cold and stinging sensation as you try to close your thighs instinctively. “ Fuck your cheap nasty hole loves this wine, doesn’t it? You know this glass of wine is literally worth more than your entire existence, you useless bitch. Yet here I'm pouring it onto your disgusting cheap cunt.”

“Mmmm….. Please-ee”

He bends down and roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to sit up abruptly. He drags your naked bruised body by your hair and slams your back against the kitchen cabinets. Before you could process anything, he slaps your face, tits and finally pussy repeatedly “Look at these pathetic fat tits, your swollen ugly cunt, your tiny dirty mouth….. so desperate for attention. Fucking attention whore.”

“Ahh….”

Holding your hair in a painful grip, he whispers against you ear “Let's see how much you can really take, you stupid fucking cow” as he releases your hair, leaving your vulnerable sitting form on the floor, you let out a soft whimper, flinching from the pain in your scalp. He stands up and rummages through the kitchen drawers for a few minutes before turning back to face you, a cruel smirk on his face as he walks towards you with multiple spatulas and spoons in his hands.

“no no please-ee don’t” you beg as you try to get away from him as he presses his right foot on your thigh, effectively pinning your tiny body under his much larger frame.

He bends down and slaps your face again, harder this time, spitting on your face before slapping your thighs harshly, making it spread more obscenely. “No? You stupid fucking cunt, who the fuck cares about your fucking no? You’re just a warm hole for me to use. I don’t give a fuck about consent from a whore like you. I’ll rape this cunt raw if I want to. Your 'no' only turns me on more.”

He suddenly grabs a wooden spatula and starts forcing it into your pussy, the smooth wooden handle stretching you wide open as you let out a moan. He pushes the handle of wooden spatula inside you slowly, your pussy stretching to accommodate the new object, twisting it to spread your cunt wider. He starts moving it in and out carefully. "Look…..this is what you are, a cheap young fuckhole. Your cunt is so loose and wet, fuck-k it’ll be so easy to share you like a street whore." He then gets an idea and grins darkly. "One second."

He grabs more things - spoons, forks, and wooden spatulas - lining them up. He spreads your legs wide again, pushes the handles of all the objects one by one into your pussy roughly as you cry out louder. "Jesus Christ, what a sloppy loose cock sleeve. your pussy is so fucked-up that it doesn’t even close anymore. Any man can slide his dick in your filthy cunt Y/n. Your loose hole makes my cock so hard just thinking about easy it is to rape you.”

“Please-ee please-ee”

He continues stuffing your pussy with kitchen items until it's overflowing. He grabs a large ladle next. "Last one..." He shoves the ladle inside your pussy hard, packing it tightly with all the other objects. Your pussy is bulging and stretched beyond belief.

“no it hurts....it-t hurts-s daddy.”

He rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his voice looking at the kitchen tools stuck in your cunt. "Of course it hurts, you stupid bitch. Your pussy is so fucked up now that it can't even handle normal dick anymore."

“Look at your slutty cunt.” He grabs your hair and forces you to look down at your filled pussy, bending you in half “You think you deserve to cum after being used like this? You’re just a filthy cockslut, not worthy of any pleasure. My poor son married a fucking whore who can’t even keep her legs closed” he spits on your face and breasts and orders harshly, pointing towards the couch. “now crawl, bitch”

“Ahhhh….Yes-s daddy”

He groans loudly as he watches you crawl, completely unaware and lost in your degradation. Silently pulling out his phone, he snaps a photo of you from behind, capturing your stuffed pussy and the humiliating position you’re in. He smirks at himself, knowing he has evidence of his son’s wife humiliation.

He sits back on the couch, as you reach the couch, obediently awaiting his command, “lie down on your back and spread your legs wide open, you dumb whore. I want to see every single inch of that used-up cunt”

He kicks your legs wide open and spits on your pussy before leaning back on the couch “fucking bitch, look at you squirming desperate to cum. A respectable man like me won’t lower himself to touch a filthy slut’s pussy. Now if you want to cum, you’re going to fuck your sensitive loose cunt with that spatula handle until you squirt like the desperate bitch you are. Don’t touch anything else but that handle, you nasty cockwhore.”

You lie down on the floor as ordered, your legs spread wide, trembling with fear and shame and pussy on display as you start pumping the spatula in and out of your stuffed pussy, whimpering at the pain and pleasure as it hits your deepest sensitive spot.

‘Mmmm…..ahhhh”

He watches you as, his face twist in disgust and amusement “I can’t believe I’m even looking at this. Did my son know what a filthy whore he married? Did he have any idea that his sweet, innocent bride was nothing but a dirty cock-sleeve hiding underneath a pretty facade? He will be so ashamed of you, Y/n. Fucking your broken loose cunt with a spatula like a bitch in heat. He trusted you to be a good wife, and you're proving to be nothing more than a cheap disgusting slut. Maybe I should give him a call, let him know his precious wife is desperately fucking her dirty hole in front of his poor father. I bet he'd be shocked to see his prude wife acting like a filthy cock-starved slut. Then again, maybe he won’t be surprised. Maybe he knew all along that he married a slutty, cock-hungry whore like you. Maybe he's glad to see you finally embracing your true nature." As his cruel words cut through you, you start pumping the spatula handle more harshly into your stretched cunt, the wet squelching noises filling the silent room.

He watches as you try to fuck yourself faster, desperate for release “such a horny little thing. Completely lost in fucking yourself with that handle, aren’t you? Just a dumb horny cunt humping a piece of wood like an animal. Did you forget that your old father-in-law is watching you, you shameless whore? Look at you, tits bouncing, sloppy cunt dripping and stretched, writhing and begging for that orgasm like a brainless slut.” He laughs darkly.

“yes-s yes-s”

Just as you’re about to cum, he commands “stop! “ you ignore him as you continue to fuck yourself wildly, far too gone to understand that you have been raped by your father-in-law. He leans down and pulls the wooden handle by himself “I said STOP, you disobedient fucking bitch! You’re a fucking disgrace Y/n . Did you think you could cum without my permission, you greedy cumslut?"

You scream out in frustration, moving your hips desperately, trying to create some friction against your throbbing pussy, holding back your orgasm “ no no-o no please-ee”

A cruel, amused smirk spreads across his handsome face as he takes in the sight of you, splayed out naked, desperate, trying to grind against anything to find the friction you craves before he pulls out the other utensils from your pussy and spanks your pussy repeatedly. “Face it, you cheap slut. You're not a wife, not a respectable woman. You're just a set of holes for men to use and abuse. And now that you've had a taste of what real men can do to you, you'll never be satisfied by my son again.”

“ ahhhh….” You cry out in pain and shock, body jolting from the sudden impact as you finally calm down.

“Did I say you could keep touching yourself, you dumb fucking whore?" he snarls, his eyes clouded with fury and sadistic lust. "I told you to stop, and I meant it. You don't get to cum until I say so, you greedy slut. Now beg me!! Beg me to let you cum like the desperate, cock-addicted whore you are”.

“Please please”

“You can do better, bitch!” he spanks your bruised pussy again

“Please, I... I need it. I need to cum so badly, daddy. I'm begging you, please let me cum like the dirty whore I am! I'm your fuck-doll, your slut... I just want to cum for you, please! I'll do anything, be anything you want, just please... please let me cum!"

“Good girl” he smiles cruelly at your tear streaked ruined face, your broken pleas, feeling powerful and enjoying the control he has over you. “Looks like the whore is finally understanding her place. Begging so sweetly, like a proper fuck-toy should. You want to cum that badly, you cockslut? Then fucking earn it, Prove to me that you deserve this dirty orgasm. Say that you're my disgusting little cumpdumpster."

“yes-s yes-s daddy-yy, I’m your disgusting little cumdumpster”

“Alright, you filthy whore. Since you're so fucking desperate to cum, climb on my fucking foot and hump your nasty smelly cunt on my foot, like a dirty bitch on heat until you make yourself cum” he taunts, as he watches you with a mix of cruel anticipation and disgust his voice dripping with mocking amusement as he leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his broad chest and spreading his legs wider.

Without thinking you climb, gripping his legs tightly and start to grind your swollen pussy lips and clit against his right foot. “ahhh yes yes-s daddy-y”

Yoongi grins wickedly as he pulls out his phone again and pans the camera up your bouncing tits as your hips ruts against his foot frantically. “Fuck, look at you... Grinding on my foot like the pathetic slut you are. I've never seen such a desperate, cock-craving whore.”

He zooms in with his camera phone, capturing the depraved sight of your swollen, puffy lips spreading around his toes, as you try to put them inside your hungry hole. “You’re loving every second of this, aren't you? I bet you never thought you'd sink this low, huh? Turned out to be just another cock-hungry slut in the end. That's it, you filthy girl.  Fucking ruin your worthless cheap cunt on my foot so that I can show everyone what a pathetic whore you are”

“fuck fuck-k fuck-kk.” Your pussy spasms uncontrollably as you cum violently, imagining your husband watching this video of you being used like a slut by his father.

“fucking whore” Without giving you a moment to recover, Yoongi’s hand comes down hard across your face, the sharp slap ringing in your ears , as he feels his foot get drenched by your cum “You made a fucking mess, you useless cumslut. Clean it up. Lick up every drop of your slutty cum like a good little cock-sleeve.”

As you hesitate, his fingers tighten painfully in her hair, forcing you to meet his cruel, mocking gaze. "Don't make me tell you twice, you nasty slut. Lick. Every. Last. Drop." He punctuates each word with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as you part your lips and begin to lap at the sticky fluid coating his toes. The shame of your actions finally dawning upon you as you swallow the last remnants of your cum from his foot hearing him laughing at you and showing the photos he had taken of you. “God-d, Next time, I'm going to pump your young cunt so full of my seed that you’ll be dripping with it for days, you fucking cockwhore. Fuck-k it’s so hot, I’ll be breeding the same cunt my son has used. Maybe his cum would still be sloshing inside you when his old father’s dick will breed your slutty pussy. But I’m not too cruel baby, I'll let my son fuck you again, let him fuck my leftover cunt while you're pregnant, let him feel his own baby bouncing against your belly as he ruins this hole once more. Would you like that, you dirty cum-guzzling bitch? Being used as a set of holes by father and son?”

“Yes- yes-ss, daddy-yy” You speak, your young mind completely shattered, as you get consumed by an unnatural obsession with your own father-in-law.

"Good girl," he smiles pulling your face towards him before spitting a thick wad of saliva directly on your eyes and mouth. Before you can even react, he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead as you cry feeling utterly ashamed of yourself. He holds you lovingly and whispers in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine “soon, you’ll be my bride, my pretty baby”.

[satansluckycigarette]

It's not racist to not know where you come from. Sorry I didn't read your entire blog before disagreeing with you about something you posted: I'll read your entire blog when you read mine. Fair?

Anyways, on to the less asinine parts of your reply:

1. If you drove through Oklahoma, the Dakotas, and the Southwest- all regions and states you have to navigate in order to drive from one coast to the other- and you missed Indigenous culture: you 100% weren't looking. Just because you didn't stop in Cherokee Nation, doesn't mean you didn't drive right passed it when you drove through Tulsa.

2. It doesn't matter to *you.* Which is fine because you don't live here: why would it? It matters to us, so we talk about it. Are we supposed to only discuss topics you care about? What if you don't care, but someone else from Latin America does? Who am I supposed to go off of? Like, is it first come, first serve or...

3. I explicitly stated multiple times that I don't agree with the idea that we are "50 different countries in a trench." My original comment, which you have yet to show me was anything other than an extremely mild criticism was: "A country can be extremely culturally diverse, but not as much as an entire continent, and still be an imperialist project."

You keep shifting the goal posts and then crying foul when I don't let you do that. India is a country so rich and culturally diverse that- in the west- we refer to their loosely connected folk religions as Hinduism: obviously I was never saying we are more culturally diverse than India. In my response to you, I explicitly stated that I wouldn't even feel bold enough to say we're more culturally diverse than France or Switzerland. All I said was that we do have distinct cultural groups and that ignoring those cultures to win an argument is racist. It would be racist to say that you can't be racist because you're from Latin America, sorry but that's not how anything works.

Next time you reply to me please try to not shift the conversation to "yeah, but you're not as culturally diverse as..." or "clearly you think *insert something I explicitly stated I don't think*..." or I will just block you and be done.

amazing that usamericans never say the "50 countries in a trenchcoat" line or whatever to highlight the incredible diversity and number of indigenous nations subjugated by the united states of america but instead exclusively to try and tell (often equally racist) europeans that texas and california are as different as france and germany (not true!)

[mattzerella-sticks]

No but can we talk about how - at their core - the Hunters' insecurities and shames were the same?

Rumi thought she was incapable of deserving love until the Honmoon was created, and her 'demon half' was 'wiped away forever', too scared to trust that her friends, her family, would accept her otherwise.

Mira, despite the tough facade she puts on, still feels like the outsider because of the environment she was raised in and still not believing - even though she says it - that she deserves her friends' love because she is a 'problem child'.

Zoey has never felt like she belonged, split between US and Korea, too Asian for one group of people, too American for another - and like the doctor said is always trying to be whatever people need to please them. So she plays her part but even when it all goes to plan and the girls are still distant and upset, she doesn't know what to do and assumes responsibility.

And the huge responsibility + constant workload of being both protectors and pop idols will of course stress them out, and Rumi's emotional walls pushing both her friends away, leading to Mira pushing everyone back because she thinks it is more about her than Rumi, leaving Zoey feeling alone - all three girls blaming themselves, thinking they are unloveable but each insecurity presenting in a unique way based on their backgrounds and experiences.

It goes to show that not only were these 3 perfect to create probably one of the, if not the, strongest Honmoon (because it's not just powered by them but EVERYONE because that is the magic of music) because they all have similar roots to their trauma and they were meant to find each other.

And while Rumi had every right and validity to her fear of the girls finding out (especially because how she was raised), Mira and Zoey would definitely understand not only because Rumi is their friend, their sister, but because they get where she's coming from.

Ugh KPop Demon Hunters is such an amazing movie everyone go watch!!!

[howlingday]

Jaune's Funeral

Saphron: (Lifeless, Sitting quietly)

Jaune: (Ghost, Floating by) Whoa... Looks like everybody from Beacon is here! And they're all laughing at me! Probably just doing this to look good!.

Ren: Easy, Pyrrha... Take it easy...

Pyrrha: Jaune... JAUNE~! (Sobs)

Jaune: Is she... really that upset?.

Russel: Cardin, calm down!

Cardin: SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET GO OF ME!

Jaune: What the- Cardin?!.

Cardin: DAMN YOU, ARC! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GIVE UP 'CAUSE YOU'RE SCARED OF ME?!

Dove: Cardin, c'mon! People are mourning here!

Cardin: I'm not leaving! Not until he comes out here and fights me like a man!

Lark: He can't do that 'cause he's-

Cardin: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, ARC, I'M GONNA MAKE YOU WISH YOU NEVER MET ME! YOU HEAR ME?! (Tears well) Who do you think you are, huh?! Friggin' punk! Who'm I gonna fight now, huh?! WHO'M I GONNA FIGHT?!

Dove: He's gone, Cardin! He's gone!

Cardin: RAAAAAAAAGH! (Punches picture) Y- You're supposed to be here! F- For me... (Weeping)

Russel: C'mon, boss... Let's go...

Cardin: (Dragged out, Sobbing)

Lark: S- Sorry about all that...

Cardin: NOOOOO! (Chokes) NOOOOOOOO!

Jaune: I... never would've seen that coming...

Emerald: You see that?

Mercury: Ah, who cares? Only downside to all of this was that those idiots didn't get killed, too.

Cinder: I'd watch what you say, you two. The last thing we want is people looking at us as their enemies.

Mercury: Oh, please, I know exactly the kind of guy he was; he's the dumb starry-eyed kid who thought he'd make a difference by throwing his life away to save some kid he never met... just to look good in front of whatever girl was watching him.

Cinder: Well, I'm certainly not going to argue that.

Jaune: Those... jerks! It's my funeral and they're just here to make fun of me?! If I could get my hands on them, I'd- (Reaches out)

Goodwitch: (Grabs Mercury and Cinder) Honestly, I was upset by Mr. Winchester's emotional outburst, but everything you two just said has pushed me into a violent temper.

Jaune: Professor Goodwitch...?.

Goodwitch: (Passes, Walks up to Saphron) My condolences for the loss of your brother. Please allow me to say a few kind words.

Saphron: ...

Goodwitch: (Approaches Jaune's picture, Sighs) I can't help but feel responsible, Jaune. Your heart was kinder than anyone else's, but my inability to prepare you for the world has led you to make the ultimate sacrifice before you could even think of graduating. You... It may be impolite to speak ill of you, but I am nothing if not honest. (Shaking) You were my weakest student, which only makes it all the more frustrating to never see you become the strong huntsman you could have become! If only I had just believed in you more!

Saphron: ...Jau...ne... (Breaks down)

Jaune: ...

Terra: Over here, Adrian.

Adrian: (Toddles next to her)

Terra: (Sets Adrian down, Prays)

Adrian: (Looks to her, Prays)

Terra: ...Do you understand what's going on? What all of these people are doing here? (Picks him up) He saved your life, and all these people are grateful to him for it. He was a kind man to have so many friends, and I want you to be like him and become a kind man yourself. (Approaches Saphron) Thank you for inviting us.

Terra: (Walking home with Adrian in her arms) There will be people who make you angry. There will be people who make you sad. But the people who you make happy will be the ones who will show you just how much your life is worth. And I want you to be the one who makes everyone around him happier than you could possibly be. (Hugs)

Pyrrha: (Sobbing)

Cardin: (Screaming)

Goodwitch: (Shaking)

Jaune: (Floating above, Watching them all)

[diarylogbook08]

🌈 Ateez as Dads

Because let's be honest the world needs soft-but-sometime-confused ATEEZ dads content. And also because imagining these chaotic men as soft, loving fathers is just healing ✨

Pairing : Ot8 Genre : fluff W.c : ~ 2,10 K Requested : no ✨ Self-induced chaos. No one asked. I delivered anyway. ✨ Warnings : lots of chaotic and cuteness be ready to handle it ! Taglist : @miracle-sol Want to be tagged in future headcanons or updates? Drop a comment or DM me anytime! I don’t bite (unless you're cake 🍰👀​😜​) Requests : OPEN ✨click here to send yours. Please note that I may politely decline if I don’t feel comfortable with the topic. Kindness only here 🫶

Time to dive in ! Here’s what kind of dads I think each members would be 🧸 (enjoy your reading!)

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✦ Hongjoong — The “Creative Project Dad”

👶 Newborn

Calm on the outside, absolutely spiraling inside. Reads like at least 5 parenting books and watched more than 100 videos about it. Freaked out by the responsibility and overthinking everything: “Is the air too dry in the room? Should we move countries?”

Cries silently while holding the baby for the first time. Wears sunglasses in the hospital like, “No I’m fine.”

Googles EVERYTHING. The baby sneezed? “What does it mean if a newborn sneezes 3 times in a row?”

Becomes the kind of dad who wants you to sleep while he walks in circles at 3 AM to make the baby sleep. Only for you to find him in the morning asleep on the couch with your baby on his stomach sleeping comfortably.

Would also sometimes act like a child when you give all your attention to the kids just to get your attention.

“I am not jealous, just starving kisses and cuddles” (but he definitely is).

🚼 Toddler

Cries at every milestone. She says "appa" for the first time and he’s sobbing in the studio.

Teaches his 3 y/o how to use a glue gun (supervised… kinda).

Encourages “painting outside the lines” and proudly displays every glitter‑covered masterpiece on the fridge.

Always has a DIY craft station set up in the garage.

Totally the “girl dad” energy: bows in their hair, tea parties with the stuffed animals, and matching outfits on Sunday mornings. Has matching nail polish with his daughter and wears it proudly.

Acts like a playful kid to keep their attention—jumps on the sofa, demands “daddy duel!”

Secretly sneaks finger‑paints into their school art kit so they “express themself fully.”

Kid never leaves the house without looking like a tiny fashion icon because he picks their outfits.

Soft scolding like: “Sweetheart, what do we say about throwing glitter in the bathtub?”

Gets emotional during school plays and records EVERYTHING.

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✦ Seonghwa — The “Warm & Wise Dad”

👶 Newborn

You better believe this man is READY. Basically a second mom. Diaper changing station? Organized. Baby closet? Labeled by size & color. You forget to feed the pet ? Don't worry he's on it or ahead of you.

Holds the baby like they're made of pure glass for the first 3 months.

Wakes up before the baby does just to make sure they’re breathing. “Should we get a monitor that tracks breathing?”

Wants to sanitize visitors before they enter the house.

Baby has a skincare routine (hypoallergenic, fragrance-free OFC)

Gets emotional over lost baby teeth.

🚼 Toddler

WILL ABSOLUTELY. Bubble wrap the whole house (or the kid ?) because freaks out if he gets hurt. Constantly worried they’ll trip on the stairs or something. Has a tiny first-aid kit in the diaper bag, the car, and every room.

Equal parts “girl dad” & “boy dad” — flips flawlessly between helping braid hair and coaching on football tricks.

Will cry at everything they do. Every drawing. Every recital.

Teaches them sportsmanship by letting them win at soccer… then shows them how to really score.

PTA's favorite dad

His kid’s lunchboxes look like a bento box commercial—cut-out fruits and all. With an additional cute notes to remind them how much he loves them.

When they are upset, he makes them a cup of hot cocoa and says, “It’s okay to feel all the feelings.”

Builds LEGOs together but definitely is more into it than the kid.

Definitely owns a “#1 Dad” mug and actually earned it.

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✦ Yunho — The “Adventurous Dad”

👶 Newborn

Immediately obsessed. “LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE FINGERS?? IS THIS LEGAL??”

Is way too entertained by baby giggles. Makes silly faces and weird voices until the baby is laughing. You’ve never seen the baby laugh harder.

😱 First diaper? Nearly passed out. But once he gets used to it: ALL-IN DAD MODE.

Panic level when the baby cries—instantly drops into full “serious dad” mode. Dances around with the baby on his shoulder to get them to burp.

Already planning themed birthday parties with matching costumes.

His lullabies turn into full Disney musical productions.

🚼 Toddler

Throws his kids in the air and catches them like it’s the Olympics, either turns everything into a game or competition.

“What do you mean the twins are climbing on the fridge !?” Low-key gives you cardiac arrest when he tells you what the kids are doing and you aren't home.

Will absolutely build blanket forts and live in them.

Makes the best bedtime stories, complete with voices and dramatic flair.

Is the reason they think jumping off the couch is an Olympic sport.

Always doing goofy dances together — viral TikTok duo.

He’s giant but somehow always ends up with 3 princess stickers on his face.

When they stumble, he’s the calm voice: “You’ve got this, champ.”

Major “boy dad” vibes: teaches you how to whistle with grass, ties your shoelaces in perfect double knots. but if he has a girl ends up being a total softie with her.

Dad who volunteers for school field trips and ends up with a group of 8 kids calling him "Uncle Yuyu."

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✦ Yeosang — The “Cool Mysterious But Loving Dad”

👶 Newborn

Stares at the baby like an alien at first. Not scared, just like “…what is it thinking?”

Isn’t super expressive, but incredibly dependable. You tell him what the baby needs, he delivers.

Catches feelings when the baby smiles at him for the first time and doesn’t recover.

Baby falls asleep on his chest? Cancel his plans, he’s not moving for 4 hours.

Once the baby starts babbling? That’s HIS bestie now.

“My baby is the cutest in the world. No, I don’t care what yours looks like.”

🚼 Toddler

Quietly obsessed with his kids, just doesn’t post about them.

Will suddenly show up with the most perfect custom birthday cake.

Reads bedtime stories in different voices (they beg for his “dragon” voice).

Not overtly cuddly, but the best at calm advice and gentle affirmations.

Leaves post‑it notes on the fridge with little reminders (“Don’t forget your lunch!”) decorated with doodles.

Honestly just wants his kids to feel safe and heard.

Leaning more “girl dad,” he helps curl your hair with his straightener and hands you lip balm like a pro. Acts like he’s not totally wrapped around her little finger (he ACTUALLY is).

Always has emergency snacks—granola bars, fruit leather, glittery water bottles.

Tells mildly embarrassing “when-I-was-your-age” stories.

Buys her a sword and teaches her self-defense “for science.”

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✦ San — The “The Puppy Dad With a Side of Overprotective Lion”

👶 Newborn

Most likely to cry in the delivery room. Sobs.

Does not want to put the baby down. At all. Like, ever. You will NEVER get to hold the baby if San gets to them first.

“Did you hear that? My heart just exploded.”—refuses to put baby down.

😭 Cries more than the baby. Overwhelmed with love. In tears watching his kid sleep because “they’re just so small and perfect.”

Most likely to whisper, “Hi, I’m your daddy” in the softest tone ever.

Insists on taking the night shifts so you can sleep.

🚼 Toddler

Girl dad to the max. Princess dresses? He owns three. Let's her paint his nails in pink or whatever because it makes her happy.

Cuddles all day. ALL. DAY.

Says “I love you” like 20x a day. Overprotective but also will let them dress up the dog.

Teaches the kid to love themselves loudly and unapologetically.

Gets teary when she calls him “her hero”.

But will glare at another 3 y/o if they push her on the playground.

Takes a million pictures. Half of them are blurry.

So. Much. Energy. He’s crawling around pretending to be a dinosaur with zero shame.

Does the “baby voice” in public, doesn’t care who hears.

Somehow always has snacks. Where are they coming from? No one knows.

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✦ Mingi — The “Fun-Loving and Chaotic Dad”

👶 Newborn

“Wait—so we’re in charge now? Forever?”

😳 Lowkey freaked out at first. The moment the baby cries, he panics like, “Did I break it??” Tries to be cool but panics every time the baby cries.

Kinda useless at the beginning, asks 1000 questions: “What do I do with its head??”, “Is this sound normal?? Are babies supposed to hiccup like that??” Call or text his mom 20 times a day to ask her all his silly questions.

Most likely to panic dramatically and yell “WHAT DO I DOOOO??” when the baby poops for the first time. Runs around like his hair’s on fire at first but learns fast.

Has actual conversations with the baby even when it can’t talk. “Okay but think about it, little dude, what if gravity is just a lie?”

Slowly grows into it – starts humming lullabies, doing silly voices, and snuggling without realizing it.

🚼 Toddler

His kids are the loudest but the happiest.

Gender doesn’t matter — if they vibe with chaos, he vibes back.

Constantly trying to keep up with Gen Alpha slang and failing.

Kid is like “Dad you’re embarrassing me” and he just says “it’s my job.”

Has no idea how to braid hair but tries every time.

He’s their #1 hype man: “THAT’S MY BOY! LOOK AT HIM SLIDE!”

Teaches them TikTok dances and does them in grocery stores.

Tries to be serious during discipline but breaks into giggles mid-scolding.

Lets them get away with stuff if they use cute voices

Encourages every wild idea: “You want to be an astronaut-chef? Absolutely.”

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✦ Wooyoung — The “Sass King Dad With a Heart of Gold”

👶 Newborn

😵 LOSES HIS MIND when baby first arrives – not from fear, just excitement + chaos.

He’s in love with the baby, but also a little jealous.

Acts like a child to get your attention when you're baby-focused too long: “What about meeee? I need kisses too 😤.”

Will try to hold baby AND make dinner at once – dangerous, but he tries.

Gives the baby five nicknames within the first hour.

Records every tiny moment like it’s the most important thing in the world.

🚼 Toddler

Raises little divas who know their worth.

Girl dad teaches her TikTok dances, braids friendship bracelets, and does nail art in the living room. But she bullies him lovingly and he LOVES it.

Wraps them in hugs at random intervals—no escape.

Encourages self‑expression: “Wear that neon dress! Life’s too short to be boring.”

Bakes banana bread together on Sundays and also bakes pink cupcakes “just because.”

Kid learns sass directly from the source and Wooyoung is so proud.

Very “I’m not just a dad, I’m a cool dad”.

Literally cries when they outgrow their baby shoes.

Overprotective. Any kid who even looks at her funny gets the “I know where your mom lives” stare.

The “bad influence” dad. Teaches the kid to prank people (including you). But acts offended when he gets pranked back.

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✦ Jongho — The “Protective Gentle Dad”

👶 Newborn

ZERO panic. It's almost unsettling how chill he is. but is secretly having a full existential crisis about being a dad.

Baby crying? He's already got the bottle warmed.

Insists on you resting while he takes the night shift. “You carried them for 9 months. Let me carry this part.”

Doesn’t need to be taught how to swaddle – he just figures it out.

Baby falls asleep faster in his arms than anyone else's.

Holds the baby so gently and carefully, the baby is so soothed by him it’s like he came with a dad manual and everyone’s like, “Were you secretly a dad already?”

🚼 Toddler

Carrying 2 kids, 3 bags, a stroller, and still has a free hand for juice boxes.

Boy dad through and through, but his daughter? Wrapped around his pinky!

Checks every closed door, tucks them in, and quietly stands guard until they fall asleep.

Makes sure the kid eats their veggies and does their reading.

Gives piggyback rides to school, then helps braid hair for picture day.

Surprisingly soft-spoken at home — reads classic stories at bedtime, sings them lullabies to sleep.

Lifts his kid up to see everything — parades, planes, grocery shelves.

Will absolutely not tolerate disrespect, but is the first to defend his kid with his whole chest.

Doesn’t say much, but when he does, it sticks.

Helps with homework like, “No, we don’t give up. Try again.” Cue Rocky soundtrack.

☆･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:･☆･゜ﾟ･:.｡..｡.:☆

And that concludes this deep-dive into how I think our favorite chaotic pirate kings would become the softest, most loving dads ever. From glitter explosions to midnight cuddles, they’d give their all—just like they always do. 🫶 what more could you want?

👀 A Part 2? Maybe “ATEEZ as dads when their kids become teens”? Or got your own suggestions ? Drop them in the comments—I’d love to hear them! Let me know—my brain is always chaotic and open for business.

Thank you for joining me on this journey 💕 If you read all the way through, Which ATEEZ dad are you adopting as your emotional support today? Let me know your fav in comments ! Reblogs & comments make my day.

Until next time, stay soft and chaotic 💕

[ghastly-artist]

People on the internet (especially the younger generations) are so ENTITLED these days???? I won't ever get over how shocking that is?? THE AUDACITY OF SOME OF YA'LL!!??

That shit's crazy ! And sorry, yes I'm gonna go there, but ever since younger generations, and what Fandom "elders" call the "normies" have joined Fandom spaces, I feel like they're just thinking we, as artists/content creators OWE THEM our Art 🎨 or something??? They're ruining things and spoiling all the fun out of being in a Fandom!

Just let people be!

HOW AND WHY DO YOU THINK Fandom spaces were created in the first place??

It's because people who got a little freaky needed a place to be left in peace, and find other people who had the same interests; because of that, there were forums that were created, then websites, and that's how Fandoms started.

So I'm gonna say this AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES!

Just let people ship WHAT THEY WANT???!!!

IT'S NOT HARMING YOU - or anybody else for that matter - IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER!

And don't give me that "PROTECCCC THEM CHiLDREnnn bull!" We aren't RESPONSIBLE for their safety on the internet!

LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK:

WE 👏🏻 AREN'T 👏🏻 RESPONSIBLE 👏🏻 FOR 👏🏻OTHER 👏🏻PEOPLE'S 👏🏻CHILDREN'S SAFETY 👏🏻ON 👏🏻THE👏🏻 INTERNET !!!!

THEY HAVE parents, who DECIDED to have kids, THEY'RE the ones who are responsible for THEIR OWN CHILDREN'S safety.

And if unfortunately some of them don't have good parents, we'll it's sad, yes but that doesn't mean they're gonna automatically find Fandom spaces, and THEN become unhinged or whatnot, because of what they saw - on the off chance that they might find some things that YOU, or others consider controversial ??-

And if they do, well not my circus , not my monkeys! 🤡

If they can't differentiate between fiction and reality, I'm sorry but Darwin didn't do his job very well, and they're doomed from the start 😂 🤷🏻‍♀️..

AND LIKE, if I follow your skewed logic, then we should ban true crime documentaries because that MIGHT turn some people into murderers, video-games because it MIGHT turn some people violent, crime TV shows because it might give bad ideas to the wrong people?? Reality TV because it makes people DUMB AS HELL??

Like… this is RIDICULOUS and illogical as hell!!?? Your arguments aren’t even real, solid arguments — you’re just using them to serve your own little quest for… whatever the fuck it is you’re looking to prove.

The internet — and especially other people’s blogs — ISN’T SUPPOSED TO BE TAILORED TO PLEASE YOU!! It’s someone else’s space, and they can do whatever they want with it!!!

If you don't like it, just fucking block them!

I have blocked people whose content I LIKED, because some of their content made me uncomfortable; and I didn't send them weird entitled messages, or tell them "imma block you because you POST PiCtUrEs Of BuNnieS and IT MAKES Me uncomfortableeeee".

Like what the actual fuck?? The world doesn't revolve around you, and nobody NEEDS to know that you've been inconvenienced (in Fandoms) and why - you immature little shit?!!

(And I'm not saying you can't vent about something happening in your life or whatever. It's YOUR blog - BUT DON'T pollute Fandom spaces with your bull !!!)

Just MOVE ON, that's it.

Acting like the Fandom police, pretending it is to "save the children" while we ALL KNOW you only harass people because you think you're entitled to other people's fanfictions, art and other content being tailored to YOUR own tastes, and - GOD FORBID an artist that you thought was talented, starts to draw something that upsets you!-

Because yeah, "THAT'S NOT RIGHT, THEY CAN'T SHIP THAT THING - THAT YOU HATE - THEY'RE ONLY ALLOWED TO MAKE ART THAT YOU WANT THEM TO MAKE!! AND THEY CAN'T DO THINGS JUST BECAUSE THEY LIKE THEM" Yeah, yeah...

GOD FORBID SOMEBODY JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN ON THE INTERNET - AND DO THEIR OWN LITTLE THING IN THEIR OWN LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD - RIGHT??

Right...?

Well. NO! It doesn't work like that!

You need to get your fragile little ego in check! THE WORLD ISN'T FAIR, it's NOT made to PLEASE YOU, it DOESN'T revolve around YOU and only you, and you GOTTA LEARN that this entitlement, this AUDACITY, isn't gonna get you far in life if you keep going about things that way (and hiding behind anon messages makes you feel powerful, I know, I know) but try that shit in real life and see where it takes you... 🤡

If an Artist , or fic Writer, or content Creator wants to suddenly change Fandoms, they CAN, and they WILL.

Is it sad? - Yes - Should you say anything about it? FUCK NO, should you keep supporting them through their newest hyperfixation? Yes, but do you have to? Absolutely NOT. You can move on, un-follow or even block them!

I have had my favorite artist follow the same hyperfixations as me for like ten years and then suddenly get into something that I ABSOLUTELY HATED! And you know what I did? I kept supporting them when I could. That's it! And I'm not saying YOU should absolutely do that despite hating someone's content, because YOUR internet experience should feel safe to you, so I'm just saying that's just ONE WAY to go about things. You can just mute /block.

If they change Fandoms, just let them, if they want to ship something you hate? Same thing.

If they say something you don't agree with?? JUST. LET. THEM. It's THEIR blog, THEIR own life and choices, and it's not because someone has a kink you deem weird or ships two brothers, or siblings or whatever, as strange as it may be to you, or has, idk a pee kink, a blood kink, or WHATEVER, that you're supposed to bother them about it????

And, come on guys, let's be real for a minute, life is HARD enough as it is, we don't need our safe spaces, where we feel welcome and free to be our freaky little selves, and have fun and SHARE our creative works for FREE, to be polluted by people like you who have no concept of free will, and decided that they should ONLY be doing things you want them to do, and be policed by assholes on their safe spaces!

JUST LET THEM BE!! DON'T INTERACT!

I have gotten SO MUCH HATE in the past couple of months, JUST for speaking my mind and defending other artists - and apparently liking some of their posts too? Which is FUCKING RIDICULOUS!?? -

But you know what?? I WILL CONTINUE TO DEFEND THEM for -FUCKING- EVER!!!

I don’t CARE what you ship, what kink you’re into, or if you ship yourself with a fictional character — and, yeah!!

Let’s go there too 😏 since apparently some of y’all need a taste of your own medicine!??

(IMPORTANT NOTE: I have STRICTLY NOTHING against self shippers, I'm just addressing the issue that A HUGE CHUNK of the people attacking other fans in Fandom spaces think the only way to enjoy a character is self-shipping and that these characters BELONG to them somehow??)

Some of ya'll self-shippers keep ANNOYING others for doing exactly that — shipping, enjoying their own thing — and for what???

(Not talking about all self-shippers, because you opened minded peeps are AMAZING and lovely and I'm SO grateful for your presence in Fandoms!)

And I'm just gonna leave this HERE BUT,

I HAVE SEEN SOME OF YOU, be HELLAAAAA into Daddy kink, but then, when other people ship two brothers or siblings, or half brothers or cousins or - whatever - YOU ACT ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY?? THERE'S LITERALLY NO DIFFERENCE??!! 😂

LIKE, double standards, much???

Back in the good old fandom days, (yeah, yeah, granny ghastly's back at it with the good old days) this kind of shipping wasn’t even that common, it was actually the odd one out, and people would think it was weird and cringe as HELL, but you know what??? Nobody BOTHERED THEM!!! And NOBODY BOTHERS YOU now!? YOU DO YOU.

Meanwhile, here we are, NORMAL(ish 😂) people, who actually get what it’s like to just want to ship something and be left alone to enjoy our own little corner of the fandom in peace. AND we don't BOTHER YOU! We just LEAVE YOU ALONE to enjoy your weird little corner of the internet! BUT YOU ATTACK US /THEM for liking something you don't?? (including myself in there because apparently supporting other's free will to do what they want gets you as much hate as actually doing the thing).

JUST SHOW THE SAME COURTESY.

The internet is big enough for EVERYBODY.

To me, truly if you ship SIBLINGS TOGETHER OR ANYTHING ! IF IT IS FICTION, ANYTHING GOES! HAVE FUN, who am I — WHO IS ANYBODY — to stop you or decide you can't ?!!

Do I like everything I see on the internet?? CERTAINLY NOT, do I go out of my way to just go and bother people because I'm an entitled little Bitch???? NOPE, I DO NOT!

And you know what, it doesn't kill me, I'm still okay decades later. Everything's fine. Fanfiction sites have functions for blocking tags that revolt you, and LEARN TO USE THEM G-dammit.

AND Tumblr has a mute function AND A BLOCK FUNCTION, HOW COOL IS THAT???? ✨

JUST FUCKING use them and shut your cakehole. And go eat some cookies if you're into that, who am I to stop you!?

Now imma go back to supporting EVERYONE in the Fandoms that I'm into, and enjoy their art, and fanfictions, no matter if it's my cup of tea, or not.

Because THAT'S what you're supposed to do in Fandom spaces, SUPPORT EACH OTHER ✨ (or just BLOCK THEM).

Have a NICE DAY! 🩷

(Ps : Sorry I didn't check for mistakes or reread myself!)

[timble-tumble]

RIN SCREAMS “KILL YOURSLF” ON ROBLOX VC WHILE BULLYING KIDS ON ADOPT ME AND GETS BANNED (hella long title ik 💔)

TAGS: cussing (like ALOT of cussing), absolute pure crack, implied rin x reader but you can interpret it as platonic if u want, Rin bullies kids (do not be like rin and don't bully anyone)

A/N: I wrote all of this in one sitting.....I'm lowkey so proud of myself this is what no internet does to a person (ty @ace-scream for beta-reading this 🤑)

You and Rin are lazing on the bed, both doing different things; you’re trying to reply to all your friend’s tiktoks after trying to restrain yourself from doomscrolling (you failed miserably), and Rin is furiously tapping away on his iPad playing who knows what.

You sigh, deciding it’s time to do something slightly more productive, opting to bother your boyfriend instead. “Hey. ‘Watcha doin?”

He barely spares you a glance, eyes honed in to the screen in front of him, “Minecraft. I’m trying to collect these half baked skeleton heads so I can summon the Wither.”

“I see. Can I join?”

“No.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Bruh.”

Fine then, if Rin doesn’t want you to join, you’ll go do your own thing; raid the pantry. You pray that there’s some actually good snacks in there, but before you can finish daydreaming about all the possible scrumptious food choices, a loud voice cuts you off.

“WHAT THE HELL. WHERE DID THAT DAMN PIGLIN COME FROM.”

You trot back over to him, stifling a giggle as the death screen displays on the iPad. “Ugh, I give up– I’ll fight the Wither another time,” he swipes off the app and presses on Roblox.

Rin finally looks up at you, “wanna join?”

“I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“Yeah because I don’t want you ruining my Minecraft world. But we should ruin kids’ lives in Adopt Me.”

Wow, my boyfriend really is mentally twelve.

Shaking your head at Rin’s ridiculous behaviour, you decide to indulge and boot up your laptop. “Fine, okay.”

The two of you load into Adopt Me, quickly coming up with the best avatars you’d think would traumatise a 9 year old to scare them and torment the whole server.

“Oh yeah, I finally verified my phone number so I can use voice chat,” Rin mentions.

“Uh oh,” you gulp, “this is not going to end good. Please refrain from insulting them.”

“Why?”

“The freak you mean why,” you lightly slap him on his shoulder, “they’re legit kids, lil bro.”

“I am too. Also DO NOT call me ‘lil bro’.”

You sigh, “you’re sixteen. Don’t try to pull the kid card, you’re legally a teenager.”

“But I’m still underage so I technically classify as a kid.”

You point your finger up, mimicking Rin being all, ‘erm aktually’ and nerd like. “Stop arguing with me and just promise you won’t scream half baked and lukewarm at them.”

Rin pauses, processing your lecture, then looks at his screen, positioning his hands on the joystick. “I have better insults than that up my sleeve.”

“…Rin.”

“Fine– I’ll try not to.”

You roll your eyes, mentally pleading that the police won’t pull up to your doorstep after Rin is done giving kids a ‘dose of the real world’ (his words, not yours). You and Rin decide on a target– ‘Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX - she/her • 9 • ladybug princess • fire & love powers 🔥 • looking for family’.

“I’ll go from above,” Rin equips his propeller, “you use the bicycle and chase her from the ground.”

“M’kay.”

You do just that, hopping on your shitty two person bicycle you always crash while trying to go on the bridge, riding right up to your target. You rub your hands and crack your knuckles before opening up the chat.

RinLover69: hey

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: hii

RinLover69: i have a question for u

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: ?

RinLover69: have you ever played blox fruits with your mangoes on the line

Rin shoots you a look, “really?”

“Shush it works– GO JUMP ON TOP OF HER.”

Suddenly, a hog avatar with the most horrifyingly stupid accessories lands right on top of Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX. She jumps in response, quickly zipping away from the demon that just spawned from seemingly nowhere.

Rin screams into the voice chat, chasing after her. “COME BACK HERE.”

You take a shortcut, cutting her off as she swiftly turns around and runs right towards Rin who was surveilling in the air. He speaks eerily in a monotone voice, “why are you running from us,” giving not only Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX chills, but also you.

“I think you’ve traumatised the kid. And you’re scaring me,” you say the last part under your breath.

“Not enough. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME SHEILA.”

“Good god.”

Assuming this random kid has had enough of Rin’s shit (or is just absolutely terrified), she dies and dips out of existence.

”Oh. What a pussy.”

“UHM, ITOSHI RIN.”

He flinches from you using his full name, “my bad.”

You side eye him before checking the server list, “hm. She’s still in the server. Hollon, she probably teleported to her house.”

“Let’s go then-”

As he attempts to click the teleport button, a message pops up in the centre of his iPad:

WARNING

You have been timed out of voice chat for 5 minutes due to inappropriate language.

“BRUH.”

You burst out laughing, “BAHAHAH YOU DIDN’T MUTE YOUR MIC THAT’S WHAT YOU GET-”

“SHUT UP.”

You decide to pursue Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX on your own while you wait for Rin to get his voice permissions back, scanning all the houses’ names before you find one titled with her user.

“Oh I’m so goated.”

“HAH YES I’M BACK,” he teleports to you, walking right up to the door until he’s basically sniffing it, “oh Sheilaaaaaaaaaaa. Unlock your door.”

Like on command, Sheila pops out and pauses as she’s face-to-face with basically Satan himself.

”Sheila. I know where you live.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: BRO LEAVE ME ALONE

“Never.” Rin propellers up into the air once again as Sheila runs away, opting to go in a car this time. You chuckle at Sheila’s incompetence for thinking her pathetic hot pink car could outrun your overpowered bike, equipping it and immediately catching up to her. You two run laps around the neighbourhood for a bit, Rin giving you out Sheila’s exact location like he was doxxing someone (he’s probably going to dox Sheila) whenever you lost sight of her.

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: SOMEONE HELP ME

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: IM GETTING CHASED HELP ME

“No one’s going to save you now. Just give up already.”

As Rin jumps down from the sky to land on top of Sheila again, he abruptly ragdolls and goes blasting off like Team Rocket up into the blocky sun. You shriek in half laughter and half horror as you see your boyfriend’s avatar shoot off never to be seen again.

The most high-pitched shrill of, "KILL YOURSELF–” you never thought Rin would be capable of slowly gets softer and softer the farther he flies off, until its just you and poor Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX.

Rin starts tweaking to the point you wouldn’t be surprised if he just magically enters his flow state, “OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS SHEILA’S FAULT. HER HALF BAKED ASS JUST SHOT ME LIKE A CANON BALL.”

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX halts her car and faces towards the body flying off like it’s ascending. She turns to you, which you reciprocate by also turning towards her.

RinLover69: uhm

Xx_Princess.Sheila_xX: uhm

RinLover69: this is all your fault sheila your magical love powers just blasted bro into the sky

You immediately leave before you can get reported for something stupid like bullying (you and Rin’s delusional ass agreed both would just sum this up to ‘educating the young’), as your tweaking boyfriend lets out another loud shriek as he gets another voice chat violation.

“FUCK YOU ROBLOX. YOUR PLATFORM IS LUKEWARM AS HELL ANYWAYS.”

“Rin, calm down.”

“SHE FLUNG ME INTO THE SUN LIKE SHE WAS SACRIFICING ME TO SOME GOD.”

“It’s just a game.”

He raises an eyebrow, calming down for a split second, “then I could use that excuse when you’re raging at Block Tales.”

“Okay no– that’s different– Calypso does dog shit nothing in the Demo 4 boss fight–”

“Riiiiiiiight.”

You scoff, shutting your laptop and putting both you and Rin’s devices on charge. You signal to him to get up, offering your hand. “C’mon, let’s go calm down and drink root beer.”

“You drank all of it.”

“Dammit.”

~~

The next day, you and Rin decide to go shit on the previously peak game now turned into a shitty cash grab– Weird Strict Dad. Instead of raging at the insane amount of bugs, glitches and overall dookie gameplay, Rin’s welcomed with yet another lovely message from Roblox:

You have been banned for 10 days.

Username: betterbrother_Rin

Reason: Inappropriate use of voice chat on multiple occasions, swearing, bullying.

If you think we have made a mistake, appeal here.

-Kind Regards,

Roblox Management Team

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME.”

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL WITH THAT DAMN TONGUE OF YOURS ITOSHI RIN.”

jumpscare

[kayusenreads]

Star-Crossed || Chapter viii.

In a city divided by power, loyalty, and blood, love was never meant to be an option.

When Kim [Y/N], the daughter of an influential family, steps into the gala celebrating her induction to the family legacy, she’s only looking for a distraction from her rapidly increasing anxiety. Instead, she finds Jeon Jungkook, a boy from the wrong side of the war—a world of neon lights, whispered promises, and inevitable ruin.

Their love is reckless, electric, and entirely forbidden.

But in a world where family names mean everything and betrayal is paid in blood, love is the most dangerous gamble. As tensions rise and secrets unravel, they must decide: can love rewrite fate, or were they doomed from the start?

This is a re-interpretation of Romeo and Juliet, weaving a story of desire, power, and the price of challenging fate.

Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

Genre - 18+, smut, romance, angst

Trigger Warnings - Dubcon/noncon [skip to page break]

A/N -  To be honest, I'm not too proud of this chapter. As backwards as it may sound, I liked the first part more (if you were brave enough to read it) than the last part. But it's okay for now, and I'll just have to do a rework before I publish it, no biggie. Hope at least some of you like it (?)

Also because I'm not well versed in trigger warnings yet, if something is triggering to you or may be potentially triggering to others, please notify me so I can fix it. I will add a full list here and a list at the beginning of each chapter.

Thank you I hope you enjoy!

Wordcount - 3k

masterlist

Y/N

The room was dark; I don't even remember where we ended up after the gala. But I couldn’t care less about that at this moment. Soft, warm lips pressed against mine with the intent of consuming me; Jungkook’s tongue feverishly explored the inside of my mouth just to savor it. 

His hands moved over me like he owned the right to, as I’d already permitted in a language I couldn’t remember speaking. Heat bloomed across my chest, curling low in my stomach and further between my legs. 

I should have stopped this from continuing, but I didn’t.

Jungkook began nibbling and sucking on my lower lip between kisses. A muffled groan escaped from him like he couldn't get enough of the taste. His roaming hands eagerly discover the curves and planes of my body. 

“J-Jungkook,” I softly moaned. I could feel his grin on my lips. He was enjoying that it was his name I was calling for. 

He repositioned himself above me and, with his body, pressed me into the mattress. I gasped in surprise, feeling just how badly he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He trailed his kisses down my jaw and to my neck. My breath hitched when his cold lip ring brushed my sensitive skin while his lips left a burning trail.

Jungkook’s touch alternated between soft caressing and rough, possessive grasps. It wasn’t tender, but a focused hold on me like he wasn’t worshipping me as much as claiming me.

My mind was telling me this was wrong, but my body didn’t think so.

“You still think I’m dangerous?” He questioned, his voice a low growl against my ear. I shivered, and he chuckled in response. “You have no idea.”

Weird. I don’t recall ever telling Jungkook that I thought he was a dangerous and mysterious man, but maybe he sensed it leading up to this moment. 

His lips followed the line of my collarbone with more kisses right to my shoulder, his fingers tugging at the edge of my dress and pulling it down below my breasts. It happened fast and in a split second Jungkook had sucked one of my nipples into his mouth before I could ask what he was doing. 

A small voice inside me screamed for reason, for pause. But I was drowning under the weight of him, the smell of him, the rush of being wanted so completely.

He had one of my sensitive buds between his lips with his tongue swirling and flicking it gently. Little jolts of pleasure shot through me at the sensation, and I couldn’t help my breathy moans. At the same time, he used his thumb to rub slow circles around my other nipple, giving small and quick pinches to make me arch into him to get my chest as close to him as possible.

What was I doing?

Jungkook’s other hand was still roaming my curves, until he stopped right on my thigh and gave it a rough squeeze. A loud groan fills the room at the sudden savagery, but it still wasn’t enough to come to my senses. 

“You like that, Angel?” He smuggly teased. 

I couldn’t even respond; maybe it was the overwhelming sensations. I was growing dizzy and hot with desire. My breathing was becoming ragged as my pulse raced, and I knew Jungkook could feel it too. The world was fading around us, and all that existed was the urgency for pleasure between us. 

Jungkook’s wandering hand travelled higher up the thigh until he was brushing my wet and needy core. I gasped loudly as his slender finger glided between the slick of my folds, relishing to me about how I was excited and ready for him so quickly. 

But there was only one thing in my foggy mind that I was able to conjure up into a sentence.

“I-I’ve never–oh god…” I struggled to get the words out through the pleasure. “I’m a v-virgin,”

He stilled. Then laughed softly, cruelly. “Oh, Angel. I know.”

Something in the way he said it sent a chill down my spine, but I couldn’t reject his continued advances. I wanted to because in that moment, I was so uneasy, but I just couldn’t because…

Well, I don't know why. 

There was something in the way between me and control over the situation. 

I turned my face away, heat rushing my cheeks not from embarrassment but from discomfort. The air felt heavier, like it wasn’t mine to breathe anymore. 

I hadn’t noticed in my deep thought that he had managed to free his member and was already lining himself up between my legs. I don’t even remember him removing my panties either. 

Then he entered me, and everything around me, everything I was feeling, stopped. 

A sharp, unfamiliar pain shot through my center, causing me to let out a cry. My limbs stiffened. I couldn’t breathe. I gripped the sheets, whimpering in pain with every inch Jungkook forced into me. 

Was it supposed to hurt like this? I was unsure. 

Jungkook didn’t stop. 

“Mmm,” he hummed satisfactorily, lips brushing against my earlobe. “You feel sooo good, Y/N? I’m so glad this pussy belongs to me.”

I froze under him. I couldn’t continue like this; I had to stop this and get as far away as possible. 

“Jungkook—ahh! P-please stop, you’re hurting me…”

“Shh,” he murmured in an attempt to soothe me. “Don’t fight it, Angel. You’ve been practically begging me to fuck you with your eyes all night. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Please…” I begged, tears welling in my eyes. 

“You’re perfect like this,” he continued, disregarding me entirely. “So exposed…so vulnerable.”

Jungkook was no longer moving in rhythm. His voice laced with hunger, his thrusting was voracious. He was filthy, possessive, and wrong. 

All of this was just wrong. 

Through the pressure and pain, I no longer searched for pleasure, for something to hold on to. All I could do was close my eyes and sob, praying that the defilement would stop soon. Hoping that my body was the only thing he wanted from me. 

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice sharp and cutting through my numbing haze. 

I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see Jungkook like this, not when he was enjoying putting me through this nightmare. 

“I said, look at me!”

His palm snapped up to my jaw, fingers digging into my cheeks, and he yanked my face toward his. His grip was harsh, unforgiving. I responded only in a terrified whimper, forcing myself to look Jungkook in the eyes. 

But it wasn’t Jungkook at all.

It was Paris with that too smooth and uncanny grin, that sick stench of alcohol and cologne. The man who had offered me a drink then backed me into a corner as things went dark and fuzzy. 

He wore Jungkook’s face like a mask, now slipping off. His hands still clutched my hips forcefully, his hot and revolting breath still on my skin. 

I screamed in pure horror.

And jolted awake.

✦✦✦

I shot upright, my breath catching in my throat like I’d broken the surface of water too fast. My skin was damp with sweat, and my heart raced. I grew lightheaded from getting up so fast. 

For a moment, I couldn’t move or think. I was only able to sit there as the ghost of monstrous hands that weren’t real burned against my skin. 

My fingers trembled as they clutched the blanket and pulled it over my chest, trying to make a shield from whatever just crawled out of my subconscious.

It was a dream.

Just a dream.

Jungkook hadn’t said those things. He hadn’t touched me like that. It wasn’t real.

I closed my eyes again, just for a deep breath, trying to settle the storm still spinning inside my chest. Relief swelled up slowly and unevenly. I was relieved it hadn’t been real. God, I was so relieved. Jungkook wasn’t like that. He couldn’t be.

But then again, I barely knew him at all.

A name. A dance. A moment. That’s all we’d had. That’s all he’d shown me. And I’d already started filling in the rest with things I wanted to believe. Things that might not be true.

I let out a shaky breath and used the blanket to wipe my face, annoyed at myself for being so easily pulled in. So easily shaken.

Just because he’d made me feel seen, just because his words had made my heart stutter, didn’t mean he was safe. It didn’t mean I could trust him.

I needed to remember that. To remember how dangerous Jungkook could be.

My chest still ached. The kind of ache that lingers after a nightmare you can’t quite shake.

I removed the blanket and looked around.

I froze.

I wasn’t in my room. And this was certainly not my bed. 

As my eyes adjusted, the room came into focus slowly. Light crawled in from a crooked window with thin curtains that barely filtered the morning sun. The mattress I was on dipped unevenly beneath me, and the blanket draped over me was a little rough.

Looking around, still with an unsteady heart, I realized I was in a small studio apartment. One that looked undeniably lived in. The floor was a scuffed and worn wood, and the paint on the moldings and sills was peeling. The air smelled faintly of smoke and something sharper, something familiar.

Cardamom with a hint of black vanilla. I remember the smell of Jungkook’s cologne.

The apartment didn’t look or feel dirty, just a bit disorganized. It was clear Jungkook only lived here briefly and constantly had somewhere else to be. A low bookshelf doubled as a TV stand containing short stacks of DVDs and old records. He also had several books with cracked spines. 

A pile of blankets was on the back of a battered armchair. The coffee table in front of it was littered with loose receipts and change. There were empty cigarette packs and at least two ashtrays that needed emptying.  A half-empty glass also sat on the table. I thought it was water, but with the empty bottle of vodka next to it, I couldn’t be sure.

It was strange. I should’ve felt out of place.

But I didn’t.

It wasn’t the world I came from; sterile, curated, full of cold perfection. This place had texture. Flaws. Signs of life.

And there was something oddly comforting about that.

My gaze shifted to the closed bathroom door on the far side of the room. The faint sound of running water suddenly stopped through the crack in the frame. I tensed instinctively, and my heart skipped a beat. 

I debated whether I should still be here, awake and alert. Visible in a stranger's bed. Something in me hesitated to move; I didn’t want to get caught up and about, looking like I was snooping. I also didn’t want to get caught staring down the door, waiting to watch him walk out practically naked.

The door creaked open, and on impulse, I slammed my body quickly back on the bed, pulling the blanket over my chest and tightly shutting my eyes. 

Jungkook’s footsteps were quiet, steady. I could hear his breathing, calm and measured. But then a low voice broke through the stillness.

“Yeah. Bring it to the den.”

A pause. The sound of fabric shifting. 

“No, don’t tell Taehyung. He doesn’t need to know about this one.”

I held still, barely breathing. My back prickled with tension.

“This isn’t Montague business,” he continued, voice quiet but firm. “It’s personal. I’ll meet you there soon.”

He moved across the apartment slowly, unhurriedly, and carefully not to disturb me. For a long moment, I didn’t move. My thoughts twisted around the fragments of what I’d heard.

Montague.

So, Yoongi was right in assuming he was a Montague. I still don’t know who or what they are, but by the tone of my uncle's voice last night at the gala, I shouldn’t be here. 

I started to shift beneath the blanket and forced my breathing to steady. I had no other choice but to “wake up” if I wanted to leave. I blinked slowly and stretched just enough to make the motion seem natural. 

His cheery tone, the complete opposite of what he sounded like a moment ago, came before I could sit up. “You’re awake.”

I rubbed my eyes and turned towards the direction of his voice. And I realized too late that I would regret it. 

Jungkook stood a few feet from the bed, rubbing a towel through his hair. The only thing he was wearing was another towel that was dangerously low around his hips. I don’t know what else I expected after he got out of the shower, but my cheeks still flushed bright pink. 

Water still clung to his skin and trailed down the ridges of his stomach. Tattoos inked along his arms and ribs, and in addition to his lip ring, he also had an eyebrow piercing that hid behind a mask the night before.

I stared for a second too long.

His mouth curved into a lazy smirk. “Didn’t realize I was a tourist attraction.”

My face flamed a deeper shade of red. “S-sorry…I just wasn’t expecting—”

He chuckled under his breath, tossing the towel over a chair. “Relax. I can get used to the attention.”

I sat up fully, pulling the blanket tighter around me. The dream still clung to the corners of my mind like smoke. “Where… am I, exactly?”

“My place,” he said, turning to the small dresser in the corner, casually pulling out clothes. “After your little run-in with Captain Creepy last night, you sort of passed out. I didn’t know where you lived, and your phone was locked. So I brought you here.”

I processed that slowly. “You… carried me out of the gala?”

“Well, you weren’t exactly walking,” he quipped with a little chuckle. “You were most definitely drugged. I figured getting you away from that party was smarter than trying to play twenty questions with your unconscious body.”

A strange warmth rose in my chest. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He shrugged like it was nothing.

He took the towel away and began to dress, turning his back to me. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare ass as he slipped into boxers, his butt was toned and a bit rounded. Seeing him naked in front of me reminded me of the nightmare I had.

Y/N. You need to ask.

The words clawed up before I could stop them. “Did we… sleep together?”

He turned, jeans in one hand as he lifted his brow in slight confusion. 

“No…?” his voice trailed off, blinking slowly and certainly bewildered. “You were unconscious. I slept on the couch.”

Relief hit me like a wave, but embarrassment followed fast behind.

He tilted his head, watching my expression and wanting to make me feel better with a joke. “Trust me, I’m not the type who needs to drug a girl to get her to sleep with me?”

My mouth dropped open, not able to respond with anything that could properly counter him. He grinned, pulling his jeans up and a plain white tee over his head.

I was blushing too hard for too long. But even so, the tension in my chest began to ease. Jungkook hadn’t taken advantage of me. He hadn’t even changed me out of my gown. 

As if reading my thoughts, he gestured toward me, holding out some folded clothes. “I figured it was better to leave you as you were. Didn’t want you waking up half-dressed in a stranger’s bed.”

The thoughtfulness of it all caught me off guard.

He hadn’t undressed me. He’d made sure I was safe. He’d taken the couch. And now he was offering me clothes as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t know Jeon Jungkook. Not really. But after last night, after the dream, I expected something colder. Something crueler.

Instead, he was simply kind. And I felt a little guilty for assuming the worst.

Jungkook walked over towards the bed and sat at the end of it. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back and started lying down with his feet still touching the ground. He kept his eyes closed, looking as if he could go back to sleep in that moment. 

I feel bad; the reason he was still tired was that he didn’t want to make me uneasy sleeping in the same bed as him. So he subjected himself to an uncomfortable night in an old armchair. He was a gentleman, wasn’t he? 

He reached his arm up to run his fingers through his hair, and for a moment, I thought he would touch my thigh. I know that after that nightmare, it was probably best he didn’t. But something twisted in my head wished his fingers would graze me ever so slightly. 

“So,” he said casually, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling, “who was that guy? The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

I hesitated.

Part of me didn’t want to say. Not because I thought he’d use it against me, but because saying it out loud made it real. 

“A friend of my dad’s,” I said after a moment of silence, voice quieter than I intended. “He’s on the board of admissions at MIT. They’ve been talking.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t interrupt. It looked like he genuinely was focusing on what I had to say. 

“They want to send me there. It’s all arranged.” I added, forcing a slight shrug to act nonchalant. But nothing could’ve stopped my voice from cracking and growing softer. 

“It’s what my dad dreams of for me.”

There was more I wanted to say, like how it wasn’t my dream. How I didn’t want to be packaged up and shipped to another state like an asset in a merger. How suffocating it felt to have every decision made before I even had the chance to express what I wanted.

But Jungkook wasn’t mine to trust with those kinds of truths. Not yet.

[lyrical-prose]

OH OH! HELLO! my name is wilbur, i don’t think ive seen you around here before! i collect fruit and stuff for the people on the island… most of us don’t like eating pork for every meal of every day. you’re so cool looking! can i offer you a fruit? i don’t know what they are but they’re kind of like mangoes but way stickier

< Sage cuts with precision, slowly, like he is trying to savour the gift without having eaten a slice yet. He waits patiently for each cut to slice through the buttery fruit, a clunked CHOP of the knife hitting the stone echoing through the woods. Where did Sage get such a knife? It's best not to ask. >

< Sage takes a slow bite, like he is afraid of something besides the pork that Jack supplies the group with. The other fruits that he has had are sour, and unpleasant to chew. Teeth slide against the soft flesh of the fruit and for a moment, Sage looks to be experiencing bliss. How strange for a boy who is trapped on an island without his parents, or any adult of any kind. Bliss seems like an emotion that you have rarely seen, but his face is serene before the hunger strikes. Fast and hard like a bullet. >

< Sage eats the fruit excitedly, almost as if he hasn't had a proper meal in his life. Juice dribbles down his chin and onto his hands sloppily.Most boys on the island eat like this now. Hunger burns in their throats like poison and causes their ribs to stick out through their skin. Sage almost forgets his manners, lips chapped and sticky with the juice of the fruit. He holds out the last bite of the delicacy to you tentatively. He did not want to share, but something urges him to. The bonds of society have shackled him still. You take it gently, and he looks pleased with your response. >

Thank you, Wilbur. I haven't had mangoes since my mama took a trip to a chain of islands when I was a young boy. They're just as sweet as I remember.

< Sage regards you curiously, like there is something wrong about you. A pang runs through you at his judgement, but Sage brushes it off with a shake of his shoulders and you feel relief. Why? You do not know this boy? Why does his opinion matter so much to you? What an unexplained emotion you are feeling. >

The fruit boy and his basket... What a strange society we have made ourselves into. Thank you again, I will remember this.

< It was a firm promise that warms your heart. You will be remembered. Even if it is briefly, by a boy limited to a few words at a time. How long had you been here? Weeks? Months? Years? So long that you were relishing in the fact that you were remembered. You needed a walk to clear your head. The island was getting to you. Sage had vanished when you look back over your shoulder. Like a whisper in the wind. A forgotten thought, but written words. Something for the future to find. >

wilbur: @wilbur-holland-lotf

[taystarr]

"ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ" — ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x !ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ You and Jungwon have been best friends since childhood. You always supported him, cheered for his dream to debut. Since ENHYPEN’s rise, communication has faded: unread texts, unanswered calls. You tell yourself you understand — he’s busy, he’s famous now — but it still hurts. ( ⟢ ) pairings. Jungwon x fem!reader ⎯⎯ Contains. Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Kissing. ✿°·.¸.·°¯°·.¸.·°¯°·.¸.-> You stare at your phone screen, tears welling in your eyes. "𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.. he's really doing this." You say, as you see Jungwon standing next to six other boys. Some look older than him, others look younger. They all look so happy, 𝙝𝙚 looks happy. This is probably the twentieth time you texted today. You've been texting him non-stop. Not like he's receiving them though. He blocked you 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 ago when he debuted. Or maybe he just got a new phone. Whatever it was, you two haven't had contact in forever. You throw your phone down onto your bed, huffing in response and stand. It's nice outside, maybe you could take a walk to get your head off him. ✿✿✿ The breeze is warm, the different color leaves cover the ground, and the smell of rain and fresh bread fill your nose. You step into a nearby cafe from your house, and walk straightforward to the register. "The usual?" Avery, the worker who so suddenly became your best friend just from your breakdown in the cafe bathrooms. He's sweet, perfect height, brunette, and the most cutest facial features. You'd think he was a girl based of his appearance and name. "Yeah.." You mumble, hands shoved in front pockets. "Do you think he'll ever come back? Or y'know.. text?" Avery lets out a small chuckle and a quick grin before replacing it with a serious tone (also a bit mocking). "I mean, possibly. But get real. An idol come back for some girl he knew back in 4th grade?" He says while making your drink. "Hey! We grew up together. Same school, neighborhood, even our parents were friends! He vowed to never forget me when he moved to go to the damn 'Survival Show; iland" You groan, flopping onto the counter, a random customer side-eyeing you as she places her own order. Avery just smiles and hands you your drink. "Don't sweat it, he'll be back.. Maybe." You roll your eyes playfully and move away to take a seat at the nearest table as you wait for your muffin. You pull out your phone, open TikTok and the first thing you see is Jungwon mentioning some girl on his live. The fandom is going wild, everyone fuming, happy, whatever. Your heart dropped. He moved on? Well, obviously.. After not talking to you for four years, he most likely has. But damn.. it fucking stings. "She was so sweet, we used to play in my garden outside when we were younger. Until she got stung.." You listened close, eyes widening. Wait.. was he talking about - you? You still remember the time that bee stung you, you cried so damn loud it probably echoed around the whole neighborhood. So he 𝙙𝙞𝙙 still remember you. If so, why hasn't he texted? Oh fuck him. Just as, Avery walks up with an amused smile, freshly made muffin on a plate. "On the house, once again.. You better get right and start foucsing on yourself instead of a random kpop idol. You BOTH have better things to do." Avery marks. "Please, he still knows me. Look!" You say, holding the phone up to him as they video replays. "..Oh wow, so great. Yeah, awesome y/n. He brings up a girl, a bee, and a garden, and all of a sudden all eyes are on you." You roll your eyes, snatching your phone away and setting it down. "C'mon, its the EXACT scene that happened when we were kids, I remember it like it was yesterday!" Your voice gets louder, a few eyes darting over. "Quiet down, weirdo" Avery whispers, as he takes a seat next to you. "Y'know that group, whatever their name is-" "Enhypen. It's enhypen." you correct him. "Right.. Well, their coming to the country. I could buy you tickets?" You froze, your eyes lit up then narrowed. "You'd buy me tickets?”

“No way im going to my old best friend's concert looking for him. I'd look like some crazy fan trying to sneak backstage!"

"So.. is that a no?" Avery ask. "Mhm.. you'know what. Yes."

✿✿✿

It's now time for the concert, you've been waiting for weeks. Avery brought everything, you got front row seats in the pit. You looked good, smelled good, dressed good. Oh yeah, even if Jungwon didn't notice you, another member probably would've.

You walk into the entry, you already got your ticket checked. First thing you do? Food. No matter what, you've gotta be fed for doing anything. You grab a slushie and plain hotdog which came up to $20. "Twenty dollars for this? Oh that's wild." You mumbled to yourself, as you head over to the condiment sections. Then you hear it.

Screams.

Loud, crazy ones. People are running towards the area, screaming at seven different men walking with like 15 security guards in front of them. Enhypen.

"Oh shit.. that's them right there!" You say to Avery, nervousness and excitement building. Oh yeah. That's right. Avery tagged along too, you were way to scared to go alone. Like who walks into a concert, looking for an idol who used to know them, alone? Yeah, not you.

Avery rolls his eyes, slurping his drink and nodding, probably barely even able to hear you since the noise. But whatever you said, he probably got a gist of it.

You both make your way down the escalator, moving through the crowd. A fansign? 30 minutes before the concert? What in the hell were they thinking? Whatever.

You stepped in line, waiting your turn. You lean beside you to whisper to Avery but.. he's gone? Then you hear your name being shouted from halfway infront of the line. "Y/N!!! I'M UP HERE, SOMEONE LET ME INFRONT OF THEM!!" He shouts as you roll your eyes and chuckle. Moving past everyone. Now you were only about behind five people.

Time past, the line moves, then; it's your turn. You greet Heeseung first, smiling and interacting with him. Then you greet Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Ni-ki, and guess who's last in line? Him. Jungwon.

You pause for a moment, then move slowly. Maybe he'll recognized you, maybe he won't. Your heart was pounding, you swore if anyone ruined this moment, you'd actually kill them.

✿ ✿

Your eye's connect. Quickly. Your staring at Jungwon, and he's staring at you. It may have took him about 45 seconds to realize you, but the moment "Wonnie" came out your mouth, that same nickname, same silly accent you'd used to say it in came out your mouth, it's like his whole world stopped.

"Y-y/n?.." He mumbled, emotions cruising through him. "Wait.. Why the hell- you-, who- The fuck?" Was the first actually 'sentence' that came out his mouth.

Eyes landed over, but didn't say anything. "Uhm.. well.. nice seeing you again?.." Jungwon said, and your heart dropped. "Huh?.. That's what you've got to say? No 'oh I missed you so much!' or 'my childhood bestie!'" You say, staring at him. Niki nudges him, signaling that your time for greeting is over and the line needs to continue.

"Sorry.. I- .. here." He scribbles on your hand, just like he did in middle school whenever he wanted to write something important but couldn't say it. His number.

"After the show." Was his last words before moving onto the next engene. You rolled your eyes and huffed, Avery laughed his ass off. Goodness he was annoying. You looked over and threw a punch to his arm, huffing.

"He said - He said- 'The fuck'" Avery repeats, laughing. "Oh screw you." You said, throwing out your now empty slushie cup. You looked down at your hand, and pulled out your phone typing the numbers in. Avery finally looked up, stopping in his tracks and raising an eyebrow. "Really? What if it's a scam? I mean why you he give you his number."

Your eyes landed over at Avery, your expression saying everything your mouth wanted to. Shut the fuck up. Avery’s smile drops and he huffs, crossing his arms.

✿ ✿

Time passes, everyone is either in their seats or on the pit at the front. As the concert started, everyone screams, hyped up already.

Thirty five minutes into the concert, Jungwon spots you. He waves and smiles, and what’s the first thing you do? Flip him off. He laughs, genuinely. The members notice but don’t say anything.

✿ ✿ ✿

The concert is finally over, and the first thing you do is dial the number Jungwon have you. You don’t even wait and let him settle down first. He almost instantly picks up, breathing hard, cheers in the background from the backstage mangers.

“Hello?..” silence. Then an annoyed huff “It’s m—“ he didn’t even let you finish, he immediately speaks up.”ah! Y/n. Come backstage we need to talk.” He hangs up before you can even argue back.

✿ ✿

You arrive backstage after being guided by a security guard, Avery didn’t follow; he said he’s taking his ass home.

You and Jungwon’s eyes meet, and he books it to you, pulling you in a tight hug, spinning you around. You kick your feet attempting to get down and start you fussing.

“You stopped talking to me for four fucking years and now you want to spin my ass around?!” You yell, Jungwon already sensing your attitude.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. When we first debuted they told us we had to get rid of friends. Even close ones.” Your eyes widened “Bullshit!” He nods in agreement, still starring at you with those eyes.

You breathe in and out, calming down. Then the first genuine thing comes out your mouth “I… I missed you..” Your voice cracks, and when you look up you already see that stupid smile and adorable dimples appearing on his face.

“Awhh, see! Behind all that sas it’s my favorite girl!” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Missed you too, pretty”

Gross. You roll your eyes, groaning, going right back to the girl you were.

“I promise I’ll never leave again, not even if the dumbass company officials tell me too.” He vows.

“Yeah, you said that last time.” You exclaimed. But before he could even get anything out, you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You still owe me for laughing when I got stung.” You scolded. “ we were nine.” He whispers against your lips, both of you smiling and giggling against each others mouths.

“Fuck you..” you say.

“You love me” he whispers back.

[fatallyabirder]

APOLOGIES FOR TYPOS IN ADVANCE, IM NOT CHECKING ALL THIS

(this post started about the usage of bird wings in the MCYT community so the starting of this post is about that a bit but uh..I started…ranting a bit so I made my own post instead of ranting on someone else’s. And the main points of this post can be taken even if you don’t care about MCYT what so ever. Okay also DISCLAIMER I am not a scientist or whatever, I’m using a graphic I found on the internet, I just..have thoughts. A lot of them.)

Look. I’m not even mad about how much we use bird wings in the MCYT community, I love bird wings. But god forbid we have some variety. I’ve seen the same like..3.

The most common seem to be (in MCYT fanart anyways)

1.Generic white angelic wings. 2.Canary wings. 3.Parrot wings.

I love it! We love birds. But, please I beg, there are so many birds with such good symbolism. Use color, use shape. I see people tend to us the feather/wing shape for option one, and I just beg we can do better. Not even better! We can do different things for different characters. Do you know how many different types of canaries there are? Find a reference and make a rough pattern, make them look different! color is so important aaa.

AA imagine the symbolism with pigeons and doves too! how they’re essentially the same, but are treated differently because of small factors? aaaaaaaaaaaaa

Okay, besides color-I’m begging we should use different wing shapes. imagine the character implications. here here-

okay hear me out-Maybe a character who has some trauma and has a flight response has wings that are more similar to Elliptical Wings (also called maneuvering wings I think). imagine the implications because they’re good for short bursts of flight. A character who doesn’t think about the consequences, and just wants to make it out alive in the moment. And that adrenaline/their wings can’t take them far from where they are/danger but can take them just a bit away AAA you see the vision?

Maybe a character who feels they are out of control in their life/needs more control has Hovering Wings? Aaa imagine a character who feels they only spectate their own existence and has hovering/active soaring wings. please. please. consider it.

okay but just imagine a scene in a comic or whatever where one character loses to another because, while they on the surface should be even on the battle field (they both have wings) one characters wings aren’t suited to the terrain, and they fail. imagine god imagine, one character whose always been skilled or whatever on home terrain and has an crises once they lose. Do you see? Do you see the possibilities are endless.

MCYT talk:If giving a character (im using character because I’m not sure what else to use) wings depends on what series they’re in, then take a look at that characters environment/base! Wing shapes depend on the environment a lot, and it would be super cool to see a wing shape differ from someone with an ocean base than someone in the jungle, and to see how the same person varies from series to series because of their environment.

look, I know this will never happen because a lot of the time winds serve more for “wings for wings sake” (whether that sake has lore or not) and that wings that are shaped more similarly to Active Soaring Wings aren’t pretty, but I can dream. (I know a lot the time they’re simply supposed to look like wings and not a lot of time is spend thinking about it.)

but please please if someone does something like this I beg of you tag me in it I want to see please I’m losing sleep over this.

[invincibledc]

KOLE ANDERSON X BATSIS!READER

I used the movie young titans the contract of Judas as a base, only in the sense that Kole and batsis, are in the Young titans being trained there, but I don't reference the movie at any point, I just thought I'd let you know.

I also made a moadbord, in fact the moadbord came before the fanfi because he gave me the idea so I thought it would be nice to put it in. I also made a moadbord, in fact the moadbord came before the fanfi because he gave me the idea so I thought it would be nice to put it in.

Summary: You and Kole have been friends for almost five years now, you've been there for each other, during a mission you went on with him you were struck by lightning that gave you powers, and Kole assures you that he'll always be there for you

- 🦖anon

It was supposed to be another reconnaissance mission that Dick had sent the two of you on together. It wasn't supposed to be anything serious involving a fight, but as fate would have it, there was a physical confrontation, and in the middle of that confrontation, one of the guns was fired, hitting you squarely, Kole saw the lightning strike your chest and a yellow aura shine around you making you fall, at that moment he despaired and flew to you, he quickly picked you up in his arms, and flew away from the scene, knowing that you would be lectured by Kory later for being careless, but at that moment he didn't care.

When he found himself far from the scene with you in his arms, Kole took a deep breath and laid you down on the floor. He kept his hand on your shoulder, “Come on, wake up, please,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.

Kole opened his eyes when he felt a glow clearing his vision even though his eyes were closed, then he saw your hands glowing white and gold and moving up your arm to stop near your shoulders, he then smiled slightly when he saw you open your eyes, but the smile soon went away when he saw that your eyes were white. “[name]? you-” he stopped talking when he heard your voice.

“I'm fine, why? Where are the guys we were fighting?” The slight smile appeared on Kole's face again and he ran his hand gently over his forehead.

“You were hit by a bullet that looked more like an energy sphere, I don't know what it was but I knew I had to get you out of there” Kole said looking into your now completely white eyes, he took a step back seeing you sit up and stare back at him.

He sees you reach for his arm and touch a bruise, which glows slightly and heals without leaving a scar behind, just a tingling feeling. “How did you know that-” he stops talking, looking at you, realizing that you would be just as confused as he is.

“It just felt right, I don't know how I did it” His calm voice with a slight hint of confusion made him nod and pull you into a hug.

“It doesn't matter” the man with hair like fire replied ‘You're fine, that's what matters for now...and how we're going to explain this to Kory and Dick when we get back to the tower’ He said holding your face between his cheeks still staring into your white eyes. “I think we should go, we can think about how to tell them on the way, right?”

Seeing her smile appear again, he smiled, feeling calmer. “Right”, her verbal response made him release his cheeks and stand up. “[name] know that I will stand by you no matter what”

OOOOOO I. LOVE. THISSSS

[smytherines]

Okay I wasn't gonna do this because its maybe too personal but...

I also think it's interesting that what Curt says in Spy Again is that Owen would "put this drink down, turn my life around," and what that alludes to when it comes to someone who loves an alcoholic and in attempting to protect them also inadvertently enables them

Owen is the only person in the entire show who expresses any concern or frustration about Curt's drinking, most likely because he was the only person close enough to Curt to know just how bad the problem was. When my dad went into rehab the first time, family and friends were shocked to find out he had a drinking problem, and that was because my mom was always there managing things, making sure the bills got paid and the social obligations were met and so on

Every time I watch the part where Cynthia calls Curt and berates him, and Owen steps in to smooth things over with Curt's boss, I remember the time my mom convinced my dad's boss not to fire him for drinking on the job. She did that out of love and concern, but it also had the effect of shielding my dad from the consequences of his drinking

After the fall, Curt very much wants to be a spy again, but part of his motivation is wanting to live up to what he thinks Owen would've wanted for him:

Owen please/if you could see/what's become of me/what would you think?

I think you'd want me to spy again/you'd put this drink down/turn my life around/I wanna be a spy again

Owen would want me to do this/So I know that I'll get through it

I know One More Shot is intended to be the fun getting-the-gang-together number, but it's genuinely one of the saddest moments in the show to me. Curt spends most of the show trying to avoid drinking, trying to stick to his plan to be a better man, and you can see the conflict on his face when the shots are passed around

My dad tried to quit drinking so many times, and sometimes he'd make it a few weeks or a few months, but inevitably he'd have some kind of setback and start up again. When my mom finally left, he stopped trying to get sober, because to him he had lost his primary motivation to stop drinking-- keeping his family

It's definitely not a perfect analogy, but in the end the person who was Curt's primary motivation for getting sober (and arguably the person who had to deal with the fallout of Curt's drinking), rejects him. Despises him. Wants nothing to do with him. He loses Owen forever, and it becomes another excuse for him

At the end of the show, Curt gets his win, he gets to live, but he's also drinking whiskey in his coffee at 9am. He justifies this by saying something like he "can have a drink if it's a responsible pour and it helps take the edge off." Which is a level of rationalization that is very very common among people with substance use issues

He has Tatiana now, but she has her own life, her own family to take care of, so ultimately Curt is alone. And I don't think he ever tries to quit drinking again

idk i think there’s a layer of spies are forever that you can’t really understand or appreciate without serious firsthand experience with alcoholism