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UUUUURGHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO PAIN PAIN AND SUFFERING PAIN AND SUFFERING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYS
#i was gonna go to a concert with this super cool metalhead girl i wanna befriend sooo badly like cmon another alt person my age!!#and shes nice and all and ughhhh i wanna befriend her so badly ive got such a squish#but now it turns out thats the same date as the halloween party i was gonna go to with my other friends!!#so im gonna. im gonna have to cancel the concert. which woulda been SO. COOL.#but the halloween thing stood for longer and like. i cant abandon my entire friend group#WHAT is it with me wanting to be at concerts so badly and not being able to go#WHY#WHAT HAVE I DONE#SERIOUSLY WHAT DID I DO#a biscuit's rambles
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#i am actually so unbelievably livid right now#like i do not know what to do with the anger that is being held in my body at the moment#ive just tested positive for covid after being sick for a few days#i just tested negative on saturday before i went to a concert and before i saw my partner#so i thought i was fine#but no! actually if i have plans or want to take a fucking break literally ever someone gets sick (me this time) and the plans are ruined#i am legitimately struggling so badly with my mental health right now this might genuinely be a breaking point for me#i am fully at risk#yknow?#anyway#i feel fucking awful because i saw everyone and was doing normal stuff and i just have an immense amount of guilt about it#like#several people have said its fine but i dont believe them at all#ive asked my partner twice if theyre upset with me and theyve said no but i dont think thats the case#i dont know#i was supposed to go on a trip with them this weekend and weve had it planned for a month#and now im sick and we wont be able to go unless shes sick too or i test negative before saturday#and i have a fucking final on thursday and im feeling like im going to fucking **** ******#maybe im blowing it out of proportion! i dont know#but seriously this just happened like last month as well with another family member#we were all supposed to go on a trip to the beach and my brother got sick so only three of the seven of us went and it was kinda miserable#i swear to god i cant have anything good#i cant handle anything anymore#i dont want to live in this house and i dont want to speak with my family and i dont want to do school or work or anything else ever#the burden of being alive is immeasurable and i cant keep living with the responsibilities that come with it
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Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.
Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.
2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.
Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.
N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.
And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.
Drake is none of that.
He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.
Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.
2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.
N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.
50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.
Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.
I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.
Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.
@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.
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park sunghoon — “code red”
let it fall, call it code red
: you send your boyfriend some risky photos, knowing he’s about to perform in front of thousands. the punishment you’ll get is well deserved.
pairing: bf!p.sh x fem!reader
cw: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions about multiple rounds, sunghoon using your body for his own pleasure, he ties up your hands, degrading kink, hair pulling, slight masturbating, sending explicit photos and texts, lots of teasing.
not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)
it’s been an hour ever since you kissed your boyfriend goodbye, wishing him luck at his upcoming concert. an hour ever since you couldn’t stop thinking about him, closing your eyes just to imagine him being right there between your legs.
you’re laying down on your bed, the need to touch him sinking you in the mattress. you sit up to look into the mirror that’s by the bed, deciding to tease him a bit.
you know that he’s with his members right now, having to perform any second.
you keep looking at your body in the mirror, lifting your undershirt just enough to show your abdomen. you take off your shorts, leaving yourself in your panties.
biting your lip, you open your camera app. you lay back down in your bed to take a few pics from the neck down. your boobs sit so nicely for the picture, almost like knowing you’re taking them for your love.
after you take some pics, even a short video for you holding your phone up with your right hand while running your left hand all over your body. you slightly smile and the camera picks it up perfectly for him.
you squeeze your thighs together, starting to grind on your own panties while thinking about him again.
you quickly open up the texting app, seeing that he was active 2 minutes ago. “perfect” you mumble to yourself, letting out small sounds as you’re squeezing your thighs tighter.
you send him a little text first, to see if he’d reply in the first place.
hey baby are you still backstage?
heyy my love yeah im still here, they’re delaying the concert a few minutes lol. what’s up?
oh if he knew right there.
mm i’m glad then, i miss you alreadyyy 😓
🫣 what do you mean by that darling?
and then you just go for it. you smile as you send him one photo of the ones you took, along with that short video. the blinding red led light hovering over your skin.
as soon as he sees the photos, he covers his phone screen to not leak it to anybody by accident.
he gulps, examining every part of your body visible. oh how he wishes he could throw kisses all over your pretty body. he hates what you’re doing to him but oh how much he loves how hot you look for him.
he can feel his bulge getting harder with each passing second staring at the material you sent him, looking down and cursing under his breath.
he immediately texts you back, struggling already.
you fucking slut, you got me hard already how am i supposed to perform now?
you smile even harder at his text, travelling your hand down to your panties just to rub yourself. you want him inside you badly, but teasing him is equally as fun.
letm help u get rid of it go smwhere whereno one can see u ;)
i don’t have time, if i get caught you’re so dead whore. i’m coming home right after this but why are you typing so weird all of a sudden?
ifs hard typingwuth one hand love 😜
oh you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now. when did i let you touch yourself? you’ll see what will happen when i get home. you better be all ready cause you’re not going down easy.
you don’t get to even text back, cause you get another few ones from him.
fuck i need to perform now
you’re getting punished when i get home
ill fuck you so good you’ll need me all the time from now on
you better not cum until i get home
you close your eyes, replaying his texts in your mind on repeat as you rub your panties faster. you keep his promise on not cumming, figuring you already pissed him off enough already.
your nipples get hard from the cold air coming from the open window. you get such heat in your stomach you can’t tame, only way you can tame it now is by letting sunghoon do whatever he wants to you.
you wonder the whole time how he performed with a boner but he did quite well, hiding it as well as he could. of course all he could think about was you.. those photos you sent floating in his mind on loop.
he forgot a few lyrics here and there being too preoccupied remembering the curves on your body he loved so much. how he was going to trace his fingers over every bump and curve on it.
feels like hours passed since his concert started, but the concert’s duration was only an hour, way shorter than the usual concerts he holds.
when they were done performing, backstage he quickly changed his clothes and took his things to run home. he didn’t even care enough to greet his members, all he wanted was you.
when you hear the front door open, you almost squeal out of excitement. you fix up your hair a bit, covering yourself with the blanket on your bed.
he drops all his things just to burst through the bedroom.
he eyes you up and down, his gaze changing suddenly when he sees you.
he walks over to you, already talking his jacket off.
“let me give you what you want love, you deserve it.” he growls, dragging you out of bed. your body gets exposed to him like this, and he can’t help but run his hands all over you. he picks you up just to squeeze you between him and the wall. you feel his hard cock against your panties as he’s smirking.
you grab onto the collar of his shirt, whining at him. “pleaseee fuck me already. i was a good girl, i didn’t cum yet.” you feel proud of yourself, and he gives you a kiss for that.
“you are a good girl, but not good enough for me not to punish you. know that right?” you nod. but you don’t mind. you wrap your arms around his neck, hoping for the best.
he throws you back onto the bed, getting on top of you. he doesn’t hesitate taking off his shirt while smiling at you. he leans in for another kiss before running his hands up your undershirt to cup your breasts. he plays with them, tugging on your nipples and pinching your skin. you know how much he loves them, and you love when he plays with them. then he just takes off your undershirt, wanting to see them in their glory.
you try reaching to touch his abs, but he quickly takes off his belt to tie your hands above your head with it. you look at him while pouting but he doesn’t buy any of it.
“no pouting and no touching slut, this is what you get. next time watch what you do.” you nod, looking down.
as he’s about to take your panties off, he notices how wet you are, scoffing.
“talk about me being hard, look at you slut. you’re so wet just for me.. that’s how i love it.” he chuckles, sliding them off you too easily.
he parts your legs, rubbing your pussy a bit before inserting his fingers inside you.
you instantly moan, bouncing up and down trying to move around on his fingers.
he slaps your pussy, making you stop. “did i tell you to do that? oh you’re getting on my nerves whore. sit still before i have to tie you up whole.”
you gulp, apologising in a sweet voice. “im sorry.. daddy.” he clicks his tongue. “that’s better. keep your legs open for me.” he takes his fingers out of you, leaving such emptiness within you.
he takes off his pants and boxers in one move.
he’s way too needy to waste time right now, but he’s down to teasing you any time.
he starts fisting his cock, right with you watching with your legs open. he gives himself deep strokes, groaning a bit with each one. you’re sitting there craving his cock too bad to be cutting with this right now. you start doing what you’re best at, whining.
“what are you doing… please fuck me alreadyyyy i feel way better than your hand pleaseee..” you’re pathetic whining and begging like that, but it does the job in convincing him.
without saying a word, he shoves it all inside you. he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, making you scream out of frustration.
“you stretched yourself enough with your fingers thinking about me, be quiet before i make you keep your mouth closed.”
you try keeping quiet as he’s thrusting into you at whatever pace he wants, moaning every few thrusts. the heat in your stomach gets more and more unbearable, you let out small noises and he’s fine with that.
“you’re such.. a slut..begging me.. to fuck you.. you’re all mine.” you nod frantically.
“..i’m all yours… only yours.. fuck daddy pleaseee..”
he picks his pace up upon hearing the new nickname you chose again, pulling at your hair little by little.
you clench around him as you’re about to cum and he keeps your legs wide open, grabbing them harder. “let me.. make you cum pretty girl..”
and you do just that, you furrow your eyebrows as you cum all over him. all over his abs and the covers.
he hisses as you’re cumming, enjoying your quiet moans.
he leans in to rest his head in the crook of your neck, fucking into you even faster than before.
you wrap your legs around him, expecting for him to cum soon.
you’re right, and without saying a word he’s convinced you’re letting him cum inside you.
he thrusts into you a few more times before letting out a moan as he’s cumming in you filling you up.
you roll your eyes back, enjoying the feeling too badly.
after a bit he sits up, making you sit on his lap. your arms still tied, you give him a kiss.
“i’ll use you the whole night you whore, you’ll regret sending those pictures.” he says in a low voice.
you’re willing to let him use you, this was your reasoning on why those photos exist. you want him to use you, knowing that you give him more pleasure than anyone could.
you just smile, knowing your plan worked.
“use me up, cum inside me just how you love it. until you stop seeing red.”
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arctic monkeys in the philippines raghh raghhhhhh raghhhhhhhhhh
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#i am not going unfortunately but i am going to the 1975 in a. month? or so? two months? SO RAGHHHHHHHHHHH#u see my mom actually asked! heyy are u into them... like late last year and i was like kinda but mostly lune#I DID NOT KNOW THEY WERE GOING HERE UNTIL LAST MONTH !! <- stupid#tbf i only got more into their songs lately too. so yeah#idm not going but i hope everyone going has fun <3 wish i could go too but like i said it's alright!#i wna go to an mcr concert so badly tbh. hope they come here and i convince parents#uhh hozier bet will never go here ... he has never. and i doubt ever will SOBS#so enjoy !! <3#i am just. really excited for may oh my god i die every time i see love it if we made it live online#i will die then ... happily#also i think its cute how i often say 'our' instead of 'my'#uh. out of context doesnt make sense! but basically since i have a twin and we're super close yeah we include each other in almost anything#everything* + funnily sometimes we think scarily similar and really do things uh. yeah#would love to ramble about that another time bcs i'm sure it's uncommon lol not everyone has a twin#some people act normal meeting us some people are so shocked some people tell me they want a twin too and it's all weird and fascinating#how it's the most normal thing in the world for me but what about when people meet one of us and the other later?#and being friends with twins... i wonder how it feels. + we're closer than a lot of twins bcs we're insanely close but fight a TON. so. ya#anyways yeah my classmate once mentioned to me how she thinks its cute how i refer as 'us' and 'ours' even if shes not present then hehe#okay i will play games now... and continue homework later#stress ngl. cramming so badly! but i'll do my best aaa i know i got this
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rollin'
in which: you go to punish san for wearing a revealing outfit, only for him to turn the tables on you.
pair: idol!san/afab!reader
word count: 1.8k
content: smut, pwp, established relationship, nicknames (baby), san goes from being sweet to spicy... oop, they fuck backstage double oop, oral sex, throat fucking, unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), completely consensual!
rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact
author's note: based off this video and i fully blame @skteezcursed
You didn't understand the KQ stylists at all. When San asked you to come watch him perform, you didn't think you would see that much of him on stage, and truthfully, you were upset. You didn't like that he was pretty much giving a free show to all of the Atiny in the crowd, and the thought that he was going to be wearing useless clothing like this for the entirety of the tour only agitated you further.
When the concert ended, with the help of some of the KQ staff, you went backstage to meet San. He looked completely drained after the concert, but the second he saw you, his face lit up, and he scurried towards you. Seeing his face giddy with affection made you a little less angry— how could you be angry at him when he gave you the cutest smile in existence?— but you were still upset.
"Hi, baby," he said before leaving a light kiss on your cheek. "Did you like the concert?"
The second you looked at him, San's smile faltered.
"You... You didn't like it?" he asked, his voice slowly getting smaller.
"Come with me," you told him quietly.
Grabbing the collar of his outfit, you dragged him to one of the empty rooms and locked the door behind you. You wasted no time in removing the pathetic piece of sparkly fabric from him, San's eyes widening.
"W-Wait, baby," he gulped nervously. "We have send off... I don't have much time—"
"Then we better make this quick."
Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled him towards you and kissed him, his hands immediately wrapping around your waist. Despite the fact that he was nervous about the time, you knew that he desperately needed relief based off the way his hips were pressing against your body; that, and the way he was kissing you hungrily and sloppily, his teeth grazing your lower lip every so often.
"Fuck... Why are you doing this, baby?" San asked, his voice incredibly sensual as you left loud kisses along his neck.
"This," you murmured between kisses. "Is revenge for revealing what's mine to an entire stadium of fans."
San shivered when you slid your hands down to his chest, your fingers rubbing along his nipples before moving to his ribs and waist. You trailed your kisses down the middle of his chest and along his stomach, only for San to run his fingers through your hair and grab your roots tightly to bring your head back so that you would look at him.
"You better not be leaving any marks, baby," San warned.
You frowned. As badly as you wanted to mark him to tell the whole fandom that this man was taken, that he was yours, his request (more like order) was reasonable. With a small huff, you sunk to your knees, and you got to work on his pants. You heard him inhale sharply when you pulled his hard, throbbing cock out of his pants, and a groan rumbled in the back of his throat when you left a light kiss on the tip. You briefly took him into your mouth, the man nearly stumbling backwards because of how sudden your movements were.
Rather than properly suck him off, you teased him. You would take the entirety of his fat cock into your mouth, suck, then take it out. You did this over and over again until two things happened: one being that there was a trail of saliva connecting your tongue to his cock, and the other being San completely losing his patience. He pulled you to your feet and walked you backwards until your back was pressed against a wall.
While you weren't allowed to leave a single mark on San, he marked you up nicely. He buried his face in your neck and left light hickeys all over your neck and shoulder while his hands moved up to grip and knead your breasts. You let out a breathy moan the rougher and more impatient he got with you, your hands clinging to his shoulders.
"Turn around for me baby," San whispered in your ear.
You turned and pressed yourself against the wall the second you felt San's hands grip your ass. You decided to wear a dress for the concert, and under the dress, you had nothing but your panties on, which was a surprise to him.
"You thought coming here like this would be a smart idea, baby?" San asked you through gritted teeth as he smacked your ass. "What if someone looked up your dress?"
"How is that any different than being practically naked on stage, San?" you couldn't help but run your mouth.
San smacked your ass again, making you yelp quietly. He leaned in close to you, his hot breath on your ear making you shiver.
"Because I get paid for this. You, on the other hand, are giving a free show to anyone who wants to see."
San flipped your dress up so that your asscheeks and panties were exposed to the chilly air backstage. He grabbed and pulled your cheeks apart before tugging the waistband of your panties upwards, the fabric digging into your pussy. You whined and whimpered the more he teased you. You reached behind you to grab his wrists, but he ended up grabbing yours instead and pinning them on the wall above your head with one hand, the other firmly clenching your buttock.
"What's wrong?" San asked, his lips near your ear again, the sound of his low voice making every cell in your body scramble for dear life. "Use your words."
"F-Fuck," you whispered. "I want you inside me, baby. Please..."
"Alright, only because you asked so nicely," San purred. "But also because I don't think I can wait much longer, either."
San released your wrists so that he could push your panties to the side with one hand and stroke his cock with the other. He collected some of your arousal on the tip and spread it down his length before lining up his cock with your entrance. He moved you slightly so that you were completely pressed up against the wall before pushing his fat cock through you. You bit your lower lip to keep from crying loudly when you felt him muscle his way through your tight cunt.
What originally began as a punishment for him being shirtless on stage became a punishment for you flashing everyone if the wind hit you like you were Marilyn Monroe (but was it really a punishment if you were enjoying every second of it?). He rolled his hips upwards into you fluidly but with so much power that your entire body moved upwards with every thrust. You only felt more pleasure run through your body when his hands moved to your waist, allowing him to have more control over your body as he rut more powerfully into you.
"Mmm, fuck, San," you moaned, your head moving upwards while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "So good—!"
San let out a throaty chuckle. His hand moved to your neck, his fingers pressing into your skin lightly, making the pleasure build even more. You gasped slightly when the pressure from his fingers went away, and you were going to whine had he not turned your head so that he could kiss you feverishly.
However, the angle was a little too awkward for him. He pulled out and turned you around, your back slamming into the wall a little too hard. You would've told him something had he not rushed his cock back inside you, the pain from your back immediately subduing as he resumed pleasuring you.
One hand under your thigh, San lifted your leg so that it wrapped around his, giving him more room to fuck you. His other hand held the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him slightly so his tongue could dive into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer to you, unable to get enough of him.
When San's hips started jerking quickly and sharply, you felt him hit your cervix, and you lost your sanity. You cursed multiple times as you pushed him away slightly, your hand reaching for your clit to give you the extra bit of stimulation that you needed. San, however, was having none of that. He pulled out and pulled your hand away before shoving two of his fingers into you and fingering you so harshly that your entire body reacted. You bit your knuckles as you felt yourself cum, stars filling your blurry vision as your thighs trembled wildly.
San didn't give you any time to recover from your trembling orgasm. He grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you intensely, making your brain melt all over again. As soon as his lips parted from yours, he held your face with one hand again, his dark, lust-filled eyes making your body quiver with excitement.
"On your knees. Now," San growled.
You had never dropped to your knees so fast. San grabbed the back of your head and shoved his cock deep in your throat. You gagged, your saliva nearly dripping onto his black pants. He moved your head ruthlessly, throat fucking you until you were almost certain you were going to pass out because you couldn't breathe. Every time he let your head go, you would gasp and nearly cry as you breathed hard. He would only give you that split moment of relief before forcing your mouth back on his cock.
"Baby," he grunted, prompting you to look up at him. "You're going to swallow everything, got it? Don't you dare spill or make a mess."
You nodded, and with a couple more thrusts, San groaned in relief as he shot his seed into your mouth. His cock twitched several times, and he rolled his hips a couple more times to make sure he completely emptied his load. Before he pulled out, you looked up at him with eyes you knew drove him insane and swallowed audibly.
You took San out of your mouth and stood up while wiping your lower lip, leaving the man to quickly situate himself. You, on the other hand, just had to adjust your panties and fix your dress and hair.
"Mmm, you should probably get going before people get suspicious," you hummed to San, a slight smirk on your face.
"Uh huh," San replied slightly sarcastically, his face still a little dazed.
Once he was fully dressed again, the two of you left the room as sneakily as you could. Right before you were going to part ways, you grabbed San's arm and stopped him.
"By the way... We're not done here, Choi San."
"What do you mean, baby?"
You left a light kiss on his cheek before whispering sensually into his ear, "I'll see you back at the hotel."
With that, you winked, and you walked away from him knowing that he was hard again.
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Imagine Idol Aether where you fuck him backstage but you don’t let him cum so he just has to perform horny🤫
Also can I be 🦷 anon
—idol!aether/manager!reader, sub!aether/dom!reader | edging, mentions of exhibitionism | reader has a dick and penetrates, gets called sir
aether continues to pant, his body hugging yours.
his poofy white shorts lowered to his thighs, cum leaking from both of you.
his music continues to play from the stage, loud enough to be heard here in his dressing room.
“please.” he breathes.
he feels your hand caressing his back, the soft touch just making it unbearable. he wants to cry so badly, he needs it and you weren’t giving it to him.
“no tears. it’s too late to get your makeup retouched.” you warned.
“y-yes, sir.”
each thrust pleasurable but agonizing, but he’d rather have this than nothing.
“you like it, don’t you? hearing your fans excitedly cheer for you…meanwhile, you’re here getting dicked down by your manager.”
the idol hides his face on your shoulder.
“c-can’t help it…you make me feel so good.”
you bend him on his table, the mirror facing him as he gets pounded.
“i bet you’d love to be fucked on stage, hm?”
he doesn’t know how to answer to that. it was a thought that’s crossed his mind before, he doesn’t dare to lie.
the urge to pull on his golden locks was high but you decided against it, not wanting to ruin his hair.
besides, you were already ruining his bottom half.
“you just adore attention, don’t you? you think those fans of yours can’t see under your shorts whenever you dance?”
“you made me wear it…” he argued, his lips trembling from keeping every sound in his chest.
no moaning or screaming, you said. it’ll ruin his voice, you said.
and yet here you were dicking him down ruthlessly as if that won’t affect his dancing. he bites the bottom of his lips, his thighs are already shaking on their own.
“you act like i forced you into this. i gave you options, didn’t i? but you still chose this one.”
aether lets out a soft grunt as he feels your movements directly hitting that spot.
the idol looked drunk, he wanted to grip on something but he could do nothing but close his fists on top of the table.
“what is it? you want to show off to your fans that bad? or is it because that one boy group you like is attending today’s concert?”
aether shakes his head. “ngh…no. only you, i promise.”
a knock comes from the door. one of the staff reminding them that they had to go in five.
“good. after all, a pure and sweet idol should stay loyal to the one he loves. isn’t that right?”
“y-yes!” he yelps, feeling his stomach warming up with your cum.
once you pull out, he already feels his shorts getting fixed without even wiping the stains or cleaning him up first.
he’ll try his best to keep it in, just like as usual.
he can’t wait to finish this concert and just get dumbed down without any worries.
each step has him quivering despite his shoes being short-heeled, cum slowly leaking out of his briefs whenever his body shifts wrongly. each nerve of his body wanting to just pounce on you and cancel this event.
“do a good job.” you say.
aether smiles at you, an idol’s perfect smile. “you know i will.”
you chuckle, unable to resist messing his hair up now by patting his head.
“i’ll make sure to reward you good afterwards.”
…
a blush creeps up on aether’s face just imagining it.
he has got to stop you with all this teasing.
#genshin impact smut#aether x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact x reader#plattered writings#thirsts for blake#genshin impact aether#sub genshin impact#sub genshin#dom reader#sub aether#dom!reader#sub!aether#dear: 🦷 anon
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Who's your next boo?
Group 1
General info | Death, The Moon, page of swords, Queen of pentacles, 5 of cups, 3 of pentacles
This person is an introvert, a lone wolf, someone that doesn't share a lot of information about them. They have a rather juvenile yet mysterious vibe. They give me Wednesday Addams vibes. This is someone that is very intense, serious, they don't joke with connections. If they let you in their circle, that means that they trust you and that isn't an easy thing for them to do so you should feel lucky, kind of feeling. This is someone that feels very unlucky in love and relationships overall but is extremely effective when it comes to their job and studies. We have someone who's witty, snarky, productive. A workaholic. Someone that works well in teams, especially when they feel encouraged and valuated. This person is a major stalker. When you think you got them figured out you discover a new layer of their personality that puts everything in question. They, however, have figured you out right from the start. This is someone that is extremely observant. They could be into occultism, mythology, horror movies, documentaries about history or science, dark fantasy movies and novels, and so on. They have a very deep personality and can be very giving, generous, kind. However, they appear extremely cold and ruthless towards others, especially when you don't know them. This person is known to have a shitty personality and a lot of people may bad mouth them. But the reality is that they know nothing about your person. And they want it to stay this way. Your person doesn't care about what other people think. They are fine with being alone if it means protecting themselves from harm. They've been through a lot so they are extremely wary around people. But once you get past their shell, you will discover a true diamond. In terms of zodiac signs, I'm getting major Scorpio vibes, as well as Cancer and Taurus. When it comes to their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather small with a very bold look. They could wear a lot of black, but it doesn't have to be. Even if their clothes are colorful, the way they dress gives a very strict and dangerous kind of vibe. They could wear a lot of leather, boots, baggy clothes, bombers and so on. I think their skin is rather fair, but again that doesn't have to be the case for everyone. However, there is definitely something about their eyes, especially if their chart is heavily influenced by Scorpio. And their face can sometimes look expressionless or rigid, a bit like a porcelain doll. In certain situations that can be kind of creepy.
Context | 3 of cups, 2 of cups, King of pentacles, 5 of cups, 7 of wands
You may meet them in a working context or because of your work in an indirect way. I'm picking up on someone being dissatisfied with how things are going in their career. At some point, that person decides to act on it and try to tip the scales in their favor. For some reason, that person ends up at some sort of a gathering. Somewhere entertaining, where people are having fun. It can be a club, a bar, a concert, a convention, a family reunion, a celebration held by a company to wish someone well. You get my drift. In such context, both of you meet when you least expected it. I feel like on both ends, going to this gathering wasn't part of your initial plan. But you both felt like you had to go. For some of you, this meeting may already have happened. However, your connection with this person is in it's beginning stages. I get a feeling of someone competing to get the other's attention. People just mindlessly having fun and trying to forget about their issues. Feeling relieved and optimistic about life again after a long period of self doubt and struggles. It's like this meeting is happening at the right place and the right time but both had no idea they needed each other so badly until they crossed paths.
Signs to look for | The Lovers, The Sun, Death, Wheel of Fortune
When a major shift is happening in your life and you feel like you're going through a rebirth in all areas of your life, that may be a sign that this person is coming into your life. When you are starting to feel positive about love and relationships again, when you feel like you're finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. After an important decision that changes the game for you, whether it's in your career, in your studies or on a personal level.
-> Other possible signs : apples, clouds, doves, snakes, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 6/19/13/10, Leo season, July, August, skeletons, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November, crowns, sphinx, egyptian mythology, fixed signs, wheels
Group 2
General info | 7 of cups, 2 of pentacles, Temperance, The Lovers, Judgement, 9 of swords
In terms of Zodiac signs, we have Libra, Gemini, Sagittarius, in other words mainly mutable signs. This is someone that could be described as "wishy washy" by others. They may be the type of person that struggles to make decisions, that often times feels indecisive when faced with many options. Someone that may have a hard time focusing on one thing at a time, and that may include people. We have someone that likes to remain in their comfort zone because it reassures them. We have someone that also lives a very balanced life. They always do the same things over and over again without getting bored. They are rather optimistic about life, even if they tend to overthink and may struggle with depression at times. This is someone that is shy around strangers and tends to keep things surface level with people in general. They can seem a bit naive and dreamy, a bit of a perfectionist sometimes. They are sociable to some extent and wish to get closer to people but they have a hard time opeining up for fear of rejection. This is someone that is curious and enjoys trying various hobbies, they may enjoy traveling and meeting up with people from various cultures. In terms of their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather slim, tall. That has a very casual vibe to them. Someone that people barely notice on the street because of how shy they are. This may be someone that walks silently and doesn't engage in conversations unless they've been invited to. Outside, they are the type to keep their headphones in their ears and come back home as fast as they can. They may have a fear of crowds and stutter sometimes. They could have wavy hair or long bangs that hide their eyes. They could wear a lot of hats or caps. They give me Tyler Galpin vibes. They're sweet and kind, they don't cause much trouble but they don't know how to act around people. They may have a hard time processing their own feelings, let alone that of others. They tend to have social anxiety.
Context | 3 of wands, 4 of swords, 3 of swords, 7 of cups, 6 of wands
For this group I am picking up on health and travel related causes of meeting. I'm picking up on someone deciding to take a break from something in their life that has really exhausted them. That break ends up being a travel of some sort. It could be a short term travel or a really big one, it depends on your situation. That person is really hurt and needs to take time for themselves to overcome whatever pain they are going through. It could be because of a break up, because of a burn out, because they've lost a loved one or because they are struggling with important health issues. Anyways, this person chooses to cut ties with whatever has been weighing on their mind and get back to a more cheerful spirit. Both of you may be going through a similar experience and this could be the reason why you bond very quickly. This connection could start as a friendship. For some reason, I'm picking up on a race. Maybe both of you decide to do a marathon or something sports related to take care of your respective health and have an activity that can help you take your mind off of your worries. That could be running, swimming, hiking, anything really. I get a feeling of you two celebrating a victory of some sort and this bringing you closer. This happy event could be the trigger that turns this friendship into a romantic connection.
Signs to look for | 4 of wands, The Lovers, 9 of pentacles, Death
When someone around you is getting married or engaged in some type of way, when you are choosing to remain single and start anew instead of building a relationship with a partner, when you are cutting ties with someone from your family/close circle thus choosing your well-being over people pleasing. When you feel like you are doing good on your own and don't need anyone to feel valuable and worthy of love. When you are prioritizing your needs and happiness over that of others. Those are all signs that this person is near.
-> Other signs : mannor, forest, celebrations (marriages, birthday parties, winning a sports event...), clouds, snakes, apples, doves, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 4/6/9/13 , a public garden, an important domain, an iron gate, skeletons, crows, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November
Group 3
General info | 10 of wands, The Moon, The Star, page of swords, 7 of wands, 3 of pentacles
This may be someone that is an influencer, a celebrity of some sort or at least someone that uses social media a lot in the context of their work. This is also someone that is very busy and currently single. This is a person that feels burdened and exhausted by the important amount of responsibilities that they have to deal with on a daily basis. This is someone that is very secretive, hard working, a fast learner, someone curious, chatty when they feel like it, with a strong mind and a combattive spirit. This person likes competition. They strive to be the number one in everything they do. They could be studying on the side, when they're not working to improve their skills and sharpen their mind. In terms of zodiac signs, we have Cancer, Leo, Aquarius mostly. When it comes to their appearance, this is someone that is conventionally attractive. They have a bit of a trendy nerd aesthetic or overworked light academia vibe. They're quite classy when it comes to the way they dress. It's not exhuberant but you definitely feel that they have the money. This is someone that is sociable but tends to be alone because of how busy they are and how much of a workaholic they can be. They may have a bit of a mischievous look. What I am mostly picking up on is someone with a strong jaw, that tends to frown their eyebrows and looks tense. They may wear glasses from time to time. They give me Xavier Thorpe vibes. This is the type of person that hides their kindness behind a cocky brawler attitude. They may sometimes be voluntarily arrogant to keep certain types of people away from them. They don't like to be messed with and appreciate their tranquility. Despite that, most people still admire them and they may be very popular among their peers, especially if they hold an important position.
Context | 6 of cups, 5 of swords, Judgement, page of cups, ace of cups
You may be going back to your childhood home. If not, you are recontacting old friends or acquaintances. I feel like someone here is trying to make peace with their past to be able to move on romantically speaking. So maybe you decide to contact your ex partner to have a discussion about what went on between you and close that chapter. Or you contact one of your old friends to catch up on what's been going on in their life because you miss them and you feel like you haven't been fair to them. Maybe this is a group thing. Anyways, that initiative leads you to meeting this person. The connection is instant. You're quick to judge this person and know that you like them, that you're interested in them. They may reciprocate the feeling. Whether you or they make the move first I feel like this connection is going to evolve rather quickly. Within the night for some or a few days later, you are going to be kissing and asking each other out. For both of you, this may be a rebound connection. It may be quick for you to be with this person and just as quick to seperate ways. But I feel like you'll have a good time with them and keep good memories of them. They may remain your friend even if you break up. For some of you, this person may be one of your exes. If you weren't in a relationship with this person in the past, you at least were interested by them to some extent but this may not have lead to anything when you first met them. But now that times has passed and both of you have evolved, you may be in a better disposition to be together.
Signs to look for | ace of swords, 9 of cups, 7 of cups, 4 of pentacles
You may be dreaming of this person before you meet them. You may receive an unexpected message, either from them or someone you both have in common. You may be saving money for a dream of yours, if that is your case, that may be a sign this person is near. You may also receive positive news, unexpected news about a project that is dear to your heart. You didn't talk about this project to your loved ones. This is something that was a secret. You may hear a surprising rumour.
-> other signs : snakes, daggers, crowns, feathers, piglets, roman architecture, old roman temples, numbers 1/9/7/4 , water sign seasons, taurus season, greek mythology
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nation of two // oscar piastri
summary: a camping trip in perth, and a set of missing sleeping bags brings together a pair of childhood friends in a way neither of them had quite anticipated
pairing: oscar piastri x female reader
warnings: lando being a little shit, wee lil' age gap (reader is a year and a half older than oscar is), general outdoorsy activities, forced teambuilding. for all intents and purposes, this is in the very beginning of lando and oscar's time as teammates and they don't know each other well yet.
authors note: I was so tempted to make this a fic for a different fandom but knew y’all would hate me if I started dropping top gun fics out of nowhere instead of the f1 goodness you’ve come to expect, and then this prompt was just so perfect for oscar and now here we are
the australian sun beat down as she trekked up the rocky hiking trail, rugged outdoor shoes digging into the dirt and mud beneath her feet. sweat soaked through the back of her concert shirt, her black bucket hat concentrating all of the sun's rays on her scalp.
"jesus, piastri! how much further?" she whined, taking oscar's outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her up the trail.
oscar laughed, looking over and grinning at how ridiculous she looked with her massive backpack and sweat stained shirt, the hot pink of her sports bra showing through the white fabric underneath the words 'duran duran'.
"don't be such a baby!"
"i'm older than you!" she shreiked, feeling the burn in her legs as she rested her weight on the younger boy. "carry me the rest of the way?"
"no! you have to get to the lookout yourself."
she groaned, rolling her eyes. "then where are lando and will? i'll sit in the damn wagon if i have to. how are you not winded?"
she hadnt planned to even be here. oscar had phoned her late the night before, asking if she would be up for a hike. she'd agreed, searching for a reason to get out of the house. it wasnt like she had anything better to do.
she'd known oscar all her life. in elementray school, they waited for the big yellow bus at the same stop, and were in the same homeroom for most of secondary school with oscar taking advanced classes for his age and y/n sinking down a level in maths, despite oscar's many absences. their mothers were in the same knitting club, and many a night teenage oscar would apologetically come to her house and collect his wine-drunk mother from the knitting circle. (despite it all, she loved nicole. how could she not, the woman was an icon)
"because i'm an athlete and you're out of shape?" oscar guessed jokingly, prodding at the cute pudge of her stomach.
the action gave her butterflies, a feeling in her stomach that wasn't welcome when thinking about the younger man she was leaning against.
they'd always been friendly. too friendly, some may say, eyebrows raising when people heard about the age gap. what did a sophisticated older woman want with oscar piastri?
it was simple: she liked stupid men with hearts of gold. and so far, nobody had compared to the 21-year-old. she was 22, so the gap wasn't even that bad.
and oscar didn't really think she was out of shape. he might joke, but that small bit of pudge on her stomach was so adorable, like a kangaroo pouch in his head, and he dreamed about the day he could cuddle up behind her and wrap his arms around it, skin to skin between cotton sheets.
"shut up." she whined, relieved that the group had finally stopped. she flung down her badly-packed and underprepared rucksack and slumped against it, pulling her hat over her eyes. it was getting cooler, though still humid, as the sun began to sink below the horizon.
"i think it's time we think about making camp." mark webber suggested, stretching out his old man limbs, tapping the giant stick he held as a walking aid against a rock. "this is as good a spot as any. lando, do you have the sleeping bags?"
"do i have the sleeping bags?" lando repeated jokingly. "what kind of muppet do you think that i am? of course will and i have the sleeping bags!"
the mclaren driver sidestepped towards the wooden wagon, dramatically ripping back the tarp on top to reveal the cardboard tent box (which had been duct taped back together so many times that it was more tape than cardboard) and the clusters of rolled up sleeping bags.
one by one, lando and will started tossing the bags at the hikers. in almost no time at all, everybody had a sleeping bag.
well, everybody except y/n.
"oi, orlando, what the fuck!" she shouted, deliberately getting his name wrong. "where's my stuff?"
not looking sorry at all, lando shrugged his shoulders, eyes hidden underneath the brim of his bucket hat. "i guess i miscounted."
"you didn't miscount shit." she glared at him, using both of her hands to flash the man her middle fingers.
lando stifled a laugh, looking over at oscar. "are you sure she's the older one?"
"lando, shove off." oscar defended before turning to her. "my sleeping bag is a double, we'll be just fine. as long as lando hasn't lost the second tent."
y/n chuckled darkly, using the rock behind her to push herself to her feet. "the tent is in my rucksack. there's no way in hell that i'm sleeping on the dirt floor."
"princess." lando coughed into his fist, hoping that neither oscar or y/n noticed.
see, lando norris had a plan. a plan that was formed out of one too many rom com nights with his girlfriend, and an impatience born from watching y/n and oscar run circles around each other like horny dogs too nervous to get to humping.
the way lando saw it, hiding the sleeping bag was just going to help that along.
"anyways, im heading out." y/n sighed, getting to her feet and brushing the leaves and twigs off her thighs. "you freaks better not follow me into the woods and watch me piss."
oscar watched her leave with a dreamy expression as she pushed branches out of the way, stumbling over tree roots and branches. he saw her loose her footing in the mud , scraping the side of her knee on the tree bark.
"you okay?" oscar shouted, ready to jump into the woods after her.
"i'm fine!"
when she came back from the woods, legs slightly scratched up from the way she stumbled, hat dangling from the chinstrap around her neck and her sweat-matted hair falling down her shoulders. oscar was setting up the tent, shirtless as he hammered the tent stakes in place. all in all, the tent was fairly well constructed considering that oscar had done it all himself.
"so, your new teammate is a jackass." she laughed. "who suggested this trip?"
"i did. against my better judgment." oscar rolled his eyes, straightening up at dusting off his hands before peeling back the zipper door to the orange tent. "welcome to my humble abode. ladies first, your highness."
"oh, shut up." she laughed, her face turning pink as she ducked into the tent.
it was a large space, backlit by the battery powered lantern from oscar's rucksack. the soft yellow lighting made their shadows dance as she sat down on the double sized sleeping bag, unsure of what to do next.
they hadn't shared a bed since they were sixteen years old on a joint family trip to fiji and they had been so drunk that they fell asleep together on a sun lounger.
it's okay. you can do this.
"can i have the right side?" she asked timidly as oscar followed her in, zipping up the door behind him.
"knock yourself out." oscar said, avoiding eye contact as he reached into his backpack and passing her a bag of cheetos.
the proximity and the rising heat in the tent was starting to make him uncomfortable. no doubt he was also thinking about the sun lounger.
"i'm glad that you came. i missed spending time with you, y/n."
she laughed, popping the bag open and cursing when she spilled orange cheese dust on her leg. "me too. i've been at a loss lately. a crossroads, if you will. this is exactly what i needed to get out of my head."
"remember what mark said? leave your problems at the bottom of the mountain!" oscar laughed. "just put one foot in front of you and keep moving.''
she grinned, popping a crispy cheeto into her mouth. "easier said than done when thinking about the future paralyzes you."
oscar moved his body along the sleeping bag so that he was sitting directly next to her, his thigh touching hers. the sleeping bag took up most of the floor space, neither of them wanting to lean back, lest they cause the whole tent to topple over.
the feeling of his skin against hers made the hair on her arms stand up, goosebumps following in its wake.
"you'll figure it out. i know you will. have some faith in yourself."
the way the led lantern highlighted every pore, every contour of his skin should have been reserved for the film crew on fifty shades of grey. he looked so breathtaking in the dark that it had just that effect: taking all of her breath away. she felt like she'd been hit in the lungs, unable to think about anything except the greek god in front of her.
and she was going to have cheeto breath when she kissed him.
outside the tent, their silhouettes danced in the half light as she leaned towards him, lips moving to whisper something inaudible but that the aussie seemed to understand instantly, wrapping his hands around her waist to pull her closer.
and when oscar kissed her? she forgot all her worries, this airy feeling spreading throughout her body. the skin around their lips would be stained from the cheetos, as would the sleeping bag where the bag toppled over, but neither of them could find it in them to care, too lost in the others touch as oscar's calloused fingers ran up her t-shirt, gently squeezing the part of her stomach that made her the most self-conscious,
"you're beautiful. and smart. and brilliant. and i'm sorry that nobody has ever told you that." he whispered in his kiss, his tongue licking into her mouth. he growled at the taste of cheetos, something that was suddenly so much sexier than he had ever believed it could be.
"shut up." she blushed, kissing him again.
outside the tent, lando and will sat by a crackling fire, watching the embers rise in the air and wondering if the pair knew that the lantern allowed them to see everything through the tent walls.
"i knew he had it in him." lando laughed. "look at the little guy go."
"should we tell him about the lantern?" will chuckled, popping a marshmallow into his mouth.
"nah. they'll figure it out in a minute when we all start wolf whistling."
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I do think we’re getting at least some escalation of devil’s minion in s3 btw. And I don’t think that’s even me being hopeful or optimistic I think it’s literally just logical.
I’ve seen people say oh, but devil’s minion happens in QOTD, and s3 is TVL; and firstly, they’ve definitely made it sound like some elements of queen of the damned are going to be present in s3. Secondly, I suspect season 3 is going to end with the lead up to Lestat’s San Francisco concert. So the whole season will be both Lestat backstory + the set up for the events of QOTD. And devil’s minion happens, guess what, before Lestat’s San Francisco concert. It would almost not make sense to not at least touch on it while the other story beats are culminating up to that moment. Like, Daniel and Armand are already present in the story (where they aren’t in the book in the modern day storyline), why would you not continue their storylines to the next logical step?
Also, I think you have to consider just how many new characters and storylines QOTD introduces and how daunting that can be to absorb if you’re unfamiliar. Waiting to do anything with devil’s minion until season 4 means that’s just one more new storyline to have to inject into a narrative already very crowded with exposition. It just doesn’t make a lot of sense to do that, and I suspect the writers are pretty aware of that.
And frankly like. What other storylines would Daniel and Armand be getting? Like how are either of their stories supposed to move forward without, y’know, each other? Are we supposed to expect all of season 3 just to be one big pause button on both their larger narratives? That seems very silly. Daniel at least has the journey of adjusting to vampirism, but Armand especially is like. His semi-redemption and character evolution comes from devil’s minion. That’s the only real next step for him.
And I mean. Look at Assad and Eric. I don’t think Rolin Jones could convince them to wait a whole other season for something to happen if he tried. I know, I know it’s easy to be like “oh but maybe it’s just actors being silly” but compare how open they’re being about it now and how much more tight lipped they were in between seasons one and two. It’s night and day. It is a very very different vibe. And apparently, Assad has been plenty excited about it this entire time, so he was actually somehow managing to keep his mouth shut before. But now maybe he doesn’t need to, because he knows season 3 will at least offer something in the way of that development.
I think it’s entirely possible we won’t necessarily see the full “culmination” of their relationship until season 4, but I do think season 3 will at least have development and escalating tensions that are undeniable. I think it’ll likely start out slow and ramp up as the season continues. I’m not going to panic if we don’t get much in the first few episodes or if it takes until episode five to see Daniel’s turning. That might be needed, honestly, in terms of giving Lestat his necessary focus. But I think more small pieces will begin to accumulate, will escalate to a place of higher tension by the mid season, and then the finale will include some type of reveal or emotional climax, setting things up going into season 4.
And you know what, it’s worth mentioning: things have happened faster on this show than I expected before! I did not expect Daniel to be turned at the end of season 2. I thought we probably had a whole other season to go before that happened. “Well they were afraid of cancellation” / “well Eric just wanted to be a vampire so badly” and will these things also not apply to season 3/Eric and Assad wanting devil’s minion?? Idk babes. I’m doing the math and it doesn’t seem that crazy to me
#if I were being *optimistic* I’d say we see daniel’s turning in episode one and he and armand hump each other on the ground about it#this^ is just me thinking logically#daniel molloy#armand#iwtv tv#devil’s minion#iwtv#armandaniel#devils minion#iwtv s3
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Can you please please do some kind of smut with Niall body worship. He would be single in this scenario. And maybe it's after a show and one of the venue workers does not care for him for whatever reason, but she ends up alone with him, and he's all sweaty in his tank top, and he seduces her and gets her to feel all his arms and then his chest. And then he has her take his clothes off and he's super patronizing and condescending, and then he has her suck him off, and he's laughing because she can't take it all. AHHHHH!!!
"Who is performing tonight? Why is everybody freaking out?" you asked your coworker as you helped set up the buffet for the musician and their team arriving soon.
You worked as a runner backstage during music concerts for the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville, TN. It wasn't the best-paying job but you liked it. Nights usually go pretty smoothly but for some reason, the air was tense tonight. Everybody was frantic and your managers were extra particular about everything being perfect. You felt like you were constantly being pulled in every direction.
"Y/N, you don't know? It's Niall freaking Horan! He's literally gonna be here in like an hour!" she replied excitedly.
"Oh," you replied, not impressed.
"You don't like Niall Horan?"
"Eh, I've never really liked him. I've heard he's super cocky and kind of an asshole."
"Oh my gosh, don't even say that! I never fangirl over artists but I'm so excited about tonight. He's literally so hot!"
"I guess," you replied with a shrug.
"There's a rumor Noah Kahan is making a guest appearance too."
"Who?"
"Y/N!" she scolded and you giggled before she added, "For someone who works backstage at concerts, you'd think you'd be more into music."
Your workload tonight picked up even more once Niall and his team arrived. You were assigned to work with his team to help set everything up, make sure sound production was working, as well as doing little things to make sure everything was running smoothly.
Niall was actually quite pleasant to be around. Although you could definitely tell he had his cocky side, he was friendly and had a great sense of humor. The concert itself was magnificent. With all the shows you've worked for, this crowd was one of the loudest you have ever witnessed. They adored him and you now understood why. He was insanely attractive and so talented. You hadn't ever noticed until tonight.
It was after the show and everybody had started the cleanup process. You were instructed to go to Niall's room and double-check that he was okay and to get him anything he needed. You knocked on the door, nervously awaiting his response.
"Come in," he yelled.
Opening the door, you walked through and was met face to face with him. A man has never looked so good packing up his belongings after doing a show. He had taken off his leather vest and was just wearing his jeans and his black tank top. He was still sweaty from the show, slightly breathless. His biceps looked huge, glittering with sweat and you couldn't help but stare a little bit, wanting so badly to feel those muscles.
"Hey, I was told to come check on you and see if you need anything from us."
"Uh, I think I'm okay, thanks." His accent was so thick, it made your thighs involuntarily clench together.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything then," you replied, getting ready to walk back out the door before he stopped you.
"Wait," he called.
"What?"
"C'mere, I wanna talk to you."
"You wanna talk to me?" you asked, slightly shocked by his words.
"Yeah, close the door."
You closed the door behind you, taking a couple steps closer to him. Butterflies were swarming violently in your stomach, nervous that you were alone with Niall and even more nervous that he wanted to be alone with you.
"Did you like the show?" he asked, sitting down on a stool near the counter in his room. He crossed his arms over his chest, and you couldn't help but let your eyes flick down to his biceps.
"I did actually. You're really talented," you complimented.
"Did you notice me watching you?" he added.
"You were watching me?" you asked surprisingly.
"Yeah. I know you were working but I could see how badly you wanted to dance, to sway those pretty little hips to my songs."
"O-oh," you replied, feeling embarrassed.
"What's your favorite song of mine?" he asked.
"Not sure. I've never really listened to your music."
"Ouch, love," he feigned being hurt, placing a hand over his heart, "Why not?
You giggled softly at his reaction, "I don't know, I've always thought you were a little cocky."
"Ouch again!
"Well, now that I've met you I understand why," you explained.
"Oh really? Elaborate for me."
"Well, you're very attractive and a great performer. Plus if I was a guy and had all those girls screaming for me, I'd be the same way."
You felt your eyes continuing to stray from his and land on his arms. His biceps were flexing with each movement of his arm, the veins on his forearm peeking out and causing your mouth to water.
"Oh you think I'm attractive," he smirked.
"Stop, that's not the point of what I was saying," you giggled shyly.
"If it makes you feel better, I can tell you think I'm attractive."
"What? How?"
"Well for one thing, you haven't stopped staring at my arms this entire conversation," he grinned.
"O-oh, no, I-I didn't," your heart fell into your stomach; you were completely shocked and embarrassed you got caught ogling.
"You wanna feel them?" he asked, throwing you for a complete other loop.
"I-I don't-." You didn't know what to do. Of course, you wanted to feel them. But this was Niall Horan and you were on the clock. You felt like you were dreaming honestly.
"Come on, come feel them," he smirked, cocking his head.
This was never something you ever imagined you'd be doing, especially on the clock at work, but you soon found yourself moving towards him, your palms wrapping around his thick bicep. His skin was warm to the touch and his muscles were strong as you squeezed them. The next thing you knew, your hands mindlessly traveled towards his torso, his damp tank top clinging to his abs and outlining them perfectly for you. You traced them, fingers soon traveling down to the hem of his top and teasing it, wanting to badly to feel what was underneath.
Your dreams came true when you heard the words, "take it off."
But you didn't believe it. There's no way he just told you to take his shirt off, "W-what?"
"Go on, take off my tank top."
You didn't respond, just slowly slipped your hands under his top and pulled it up, over his head and oh my gosh it was so much better than you could have imagined. His chest was glistening with sweat, hair lining every inch, making him look so sexy and manly. And you didn't even want to get started on his muscles. His pecs and abs were so clearly defined, that it was obvious that this man spent a lot of time in the gym. You have never felt so turned on so quickly.
You ran your hand over his damp skin. You could feel every ridge of his muscles, the coarse chest hair slightly rough against your soft skin. You watched in awe as your hands explored his body, your mouth watering at the sight.
"Close that mouth, pretty girl, you'll catch flies."
You hadn't even noticed that your mouth had fallen open. Your cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as your jaw closed and he chuckled at you, "You like what you see?"
"Mhm," you hummed, nodding your head.
Lifting his hand, he used his curled index finger to lift your chin up to look at him. You stared into his gorgeous blue eyes that were covered by lust. You traced every inch of his face with your eyes, landing on his lips looking so soft and kissable. It was taking everything in your power not to kiss him.
"I can tell you wanna kiss me."
Were you being that obvious?
You didn't even reply this time, just in complete awe of the man standing in front of you. He was so cocky but ugh he had every right to be.
"Go on. Kiss me."
You smirked softly, not giving in just yet.
"You better kiss me first because, in a couple seconds, I'm not gonna be able to resist not kissing you."
"Maybe I want you to kiss me first," you challenged.
His lips immediately covered yours and oh my gosh you could not believe you were kissing Niall Horan. His lips were so soft and fuck, he was such a good kisser. You parted your lips and allowed him to lick into you, tasting you and asserting his dominance over you. You grabbed onto his waist, holding him to your chest as your lips moved in sync with his. The kisses were hot, deep, passionate, sexy, all of the above. You melted against him, feeling your abdomen clench and your panties dampen as he angled his head, kissing you deeper.
"Fuck," he mumbled against your lips.
You continued to kiss, his hands beginning to roam your entire body and you let him. He reached down and cupped both of your ass cheeks in his large palms, squeezing roughly. You whimpered slightly against his lips, chills running up your spine as he nipped softly on your lower lip.
"Get on your knees," he demanded, "Wanna feel those sexy lips wrapped around my cock."
You have never been on your knees so fast for a guy before. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, trying to undo it so you could free him from his pants. You were frenzied and nervous and excited, so much that you could not get it unbuckled for the life of you.
Niall began laughing, "I got you so flustered that you can't even do a simple task like unbuckle my belt. Do I make you that nervous?"
You didn't reply, your hands getting even shakier as the seconds went by.
"Come on, sweet girl, let me help you." he hummed, reaching down and messing with his belt, easily unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops in his jeans.
"See how easy that was?" he commented and you were just glad you could finally get your hands on what you've wanted this whole time.
Unzipping his pants, you wasted no time and pulled them down his legs, letting his pants and briefs pool at his feet. His hard member was revealed to you and oh my gosh it was so much bigger than you had ever expected.
He laughed at you as you grabbed onto his member; he was so thick you just barely were able to wrap your entire palm around him, "You look scared."
"No, I just wasn't expecting you to be so big," you hummed, hating yourself for inflating his ego even more than it already was.
He was so hard. His red, swollen tip was peaking out from under his foreskin, precum oozing from his slit, practically screaming at you to do something. You began to pump him, squeezing slightly once you got to the tip, running your thumb over it and using his precum as a lubricant as you mentally prepared yourself for what was to come.
"Stop stalling. Go on and wrap those pretty little lips around my big cock."
Obeying him, you wasted no more time and took him in until he hit the back of your throat. You barely had half of him in your mouth before you began gagging, eyes watering in response.
You heard him rumble with laughter, amusement written all over his face, "Can't take it all, huh?"
"Fucking hell," you muttered mostly to yourself as you came off of him, a string of spit following you.
He smirked at your response as you took a deep breath before taking him in your mouth again. He gathered all your hair in his palms, pulling it up into a ponytail to hold it out of your face. You innocently looked up at him through your lashes, watching as his body reacted to your warm mouth wrapped around his most sensitive area. You bobbed your head up and down, your palm wrapped around what you couldn't fit in your mouth.
He pressed both hands against the side of your head and added pressure to stop your movements. Relaxing your throat, you let him take control, thrusting his hips so his member slid in and out of your warm mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged with each thrust. His balls slapped against the underside of your chin and he grunted with each thrust of his hips.
"Fuck, this is so fucking sexy. Look at you actually taking it all," he grunted.
Tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks the more you gagged on him. You looked up at him through blurry eyes and felt your panties dampen at the sight above you. He was so sexy. A thicker layer of sweat was glittering across his skin, enhancing the look of his muscles. Chest hair was sprinkled throughout his torso, his happy trail leading down to the patch of hair tickling your nose every time he bottomed out. His face was scrunched in pleasure, eyes crinkled and mouth ajar as he watched in awe as his member was soaked in your saliva, your throat constricting around him and bringing him closer to the edge by the second.
His thrusts began to get sloppy and you could tell he was close to finishing, his words soon confirming your belief, "Jesus christ, I'm gonna cum so fucking hard. Gonna swallow it all? Like the good girl you are?"
You hummed in response, preparing yourself for his load. It was only seconds later when he left his balls contracting and his orgasm ripping throughout his entire body. He grunted in pleasure as his load shot down your throat, warming your insides. Pulling out, he stroked himself a couple times to finish off his orgasm, tugging the last spurts of his load onto your tongue. Once he had come down from his high, he let out a heavy breath and watched as you swallowed every last drop of him.
"Jesus," he breathed, running a hand through his sweaty hair, "fuck, I think that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had."
Your confidence rose as you stood on your feet in front of him, smirking at him, "Oh yeah?"
"Mhm," he hummed as he placed his hands on your hips, eyes trailing down to your lips, "you're really sexy."
"So are you," you grinned, letting his lips engulf yours before pushing him off, "As much as I wanna continue this, I am still on the clock."
He giggled at your statement before bending down and pulling his pants back up, "Give me your number and maybe we can meet up next time I'm in town."
You smiled, "Okay."
What the hell just happened?
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CAUGHT INTO THE MOSHPIT
HI EVERYONE !!! Here’s my first fanfic ever !! This was a request lol. ANY REQUEST ALWAYS ACCEPTED :))
I have to precise English is not my first language so I’m sorry if this is badly wrote, let me know if there’s any fault !
word count : 1 248
content : m! X f! reader, reader is referred as a « you PoV » and « Y/N », Joost x Reader
TW : Anxiety ! Mention of a little bit of blood!
You never went to one of Joost’s concerts because you were a little anxious around people. But today was an important day; it was your boyfriend's first performance after his disqualification from Eurovision, so you had to be there to support him!
Joost was already backstage doing his sound check and everything while you were getting ready in the hotel room. You put on a really cute outfit, applied a little bit of makeup, and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you looked great—and you did! You grabbed your bag and your phone, then called a taxi to take you to the concert venue.
Once you arrived, you panicked a little at the sight of the crowd, but you were also really happy for Joost since all these people were here to see and support him and his work.
You made your way to the pit to find a place. It wasn’t in the first row, but you were still kinda close to the stage.
The concert was supposed to start in a few minutes, and the crowd around you was increasing and shouting, all excited for Joost to arrive. And that’s what happened.
Joost came on stage in one of his casual outfits: black baggy shorts, a white short-sleeved shirt, a black tie, and some black and white sneakers. He also had a black cap and, of course, his eternal white wired earphones. You looked at him with sparkling eyes; he was so handsome, and you felt so proud of him.
Even though you didn’t like the idea of being in a crowded place with turbulent people, you were still happy to be there to support and cheer on your boyfriend.
Thirty minutes after the show started, he began performing “Friesenjung” with his friend Ski Aggu, who was also there for the show. Everybody started screaming the lyrics while jumping. You were a little jostled and started to feel really anxious. For your own comfort, you tried to move and find a place where you could be quieter, but oh God, you never should have.
While you were trying to make your way through the crowd to the edge of the pit, you got caught in a moshpit. You couldn’t get away, and these people didn’t want to let you go. You started to find it hard to breathe, and then one man made you fall to the ground, scratching your knee as it began to bleed a little. But it wasn’t the fall that hurt you; it was the fact that no one helped you, the fact that these people kept jumping around you, the fact that no one helped, but mostly the fact that if you didn’t get away from there, you would definitely have an anxiety attack. As the tears began to fall from your eyes and you felt the pain pounding in your knee, you heard Aggu saying into the microphone:
“Oh my God, stop.”
Aggu went to Joost and showed him what was going on in the moshpit. Joost immediately recognized you and shouted into the microphone:
“Everyone, fucking stop right now! Someone is getting hurt! Stop moving and get her out of this fucking crowd!”
People stopped moving and were all now looking at you. You painfully got up, tears still falling from your eyes, and you left the crowd and then the stadium where the concert was.
You felt so guilty, thinking you had ruined the show for both the people and Joost. You told yourself, “He’s probably so upset because of me right now,” and as you were wiping your tears away with your hand, you heard a voice calling you.
“Oh my fucking God, Y/N, are you okay??”
It was Joost’s voice. You raised your head to look at him; he was walking towards you with a panicked look on his face.
Once he reached you, he hugged you tightly.
“I was so scared for you, schatje (darling).”
“I’m okay, don’t worry…I’m so sorry for ruining the show. I didn’t mean to, I…I just tried to—”
You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence before Joost kissed your lips softly with all the tenderness the world could offer.
“Y/N…you didn’t ruin anything, love. Your well-being is more important to me than anything in this world. If you’re okay, then I’m okay too.”
He smiled and kissed your forehead before looking down and seeing your bleeding knee.
“How about I take you backstage and take care of this?”
He asked. You nodded in agreement and followed him backstage. He made you sit on a chair and brought some water and a first aid kit. He gave you the water bottle, and you drank from it while he was taking care of your knee.
The audience was still waiting for Joost to come back, complaining about how the show had suddenly stopped, and Aggu came backstage to tell Joost.
“One moment, lieftje (sweetheart),” he said before softly kissing you and going back on stage.
“The show is over for today. My girlfriend got hurt. Thanks for coming,” he said coldly before leaving the stage. His fans' behavior was kind of upsetting him, but they couldn’t really understand what was going on, so he didn’t say anything more and went back backstage to finish bandaging your knee. Once he finished, he got up and kissed your forehead.
“How about we go back to the hotel, and I make you a hot bath so you can rest a bit?” he asked you. You smiled and nodded.
“That would be wonderful.”
You and Joost went back to the hotel and took a bath together, just softly cuddling and playing together, both of you not able to stop laughing.
Once the bath was finished, you both put on your pajamas and went to bed.
As your head was resting on his torso, Joost was checking some tweets on his phone, and, of course, people couldn’t stop tweeting about Joost announcing live that he had a girlfriend. But you were surprised at how kind and happy for him people were. That made both of you smile softly.
Maybe it wasn’t the best show, for you or for him, but at least it ended in a great way.
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Time Travel AU Part: 19
[I recommend listening to the song below to fully immerse yourself in this chapter. Also this is my first attempt at this kind of format, so please forgive me if it doesn't flow too well 🙇♀️]
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Exactly three nights had passed, and Adam wasn’t sure if he was ready to face the day. He had woken up alone; of course the cat would leave him when he actually needed her company for once. Sunlight filtered through the foliage Adam was under as if beckoning him to get up already and join the day. Three nights was enough for him; enough for him to know what he really wanted, what he was willing to admit and share and what he wasn’t willing to divulge. Adam looked up towards the pink and yellow sky accompanied by soft cotton candy clouds, moving ever so slowly alongside calm winds. What was he going to do for the day? Sit idly around and await his fate? That would eat him up from inside. He looked around, the day was early and he had so much time; he supposed he could always begin with breakfast…
Time’s moving so much slower lately It’s like the world’s playin’ a joke
Adam had burnt his aromatics. Again. This was the third time just this morning. He usually never messes up this badly, but he simply couldn’t help it. Every time he tried again, chopping up the herbs then placing them on the pan, his mind would just wander off thinking about a certain unskilled angel. Then, he would end up replicating what said angel had done – a burnt mess on the pan. Adam looked tiredly down at his burnt food, shoulders sagging in defeat; unlike that angel, Adam didn’t have magic to easily clean up his pan so he could quickly start over again. So instead, Adam did the next best thing he could do – give up cooking for today and leave the pan soaking and clean it up later. It seemed like he would simply have to settle for fruits and nuts for today’s sustenance.
Laughing at me for falling foolishly again But something’s different, with you
The time after lunch always felt warm and cosy, the air light enough to ease the heavy off of Adam’s muscles. It was always the perfect time to sit around and relax, maybe play a game or two and talk about random topics that didn’t really lead anywhere. Well, the chatting part was out of the window, with Adam being by his lonesome and all. Adam perked up, suddenly remembering that he had kept a stash of all the games that angel had gifted and made for him. Just as he got up and ready to head towards his stash, Adam paused, a hundred thoughts swimming around his mind. He had just realised, it might be possible, that all of the games he had collected required at least two people to play it… Adam ran a hand down his face, groaning loudly to himself. Now what else could he do? Besides lying on the grass and photosynthesizing under the sun.
Traffic on Sunset doesn’t phase me I’m just unusually composed
Well, playing some music always helped ease his mind and made the time go much faster. Adam brought his guitar closer to him, his guitar made from Eden’s gold that only existed thanks to a certain angel. Adam shook the thought out of his head. Guitar. Music. Right. His fingers lightly strummed the guitar’s strings, playing a soft tune that danced perfectly along the afternoon breeze, in harmony with the songbirds as his audience – the grass and the trees – swayed gently with the rhythm. It was as if the very air itself had been painted with precious golds, pure silk flowing freely in the winds as paradise revealed itself in the garden. Adam let the music flow from his hands just as freely as the winds, eyes closed as he fully immersed himself in the sea of music, bathing under the sun’s gold. Then, his fingers eased off the strings and he opened his eyes; the music took a pause but there was no one to continue the song. He could almost hear it, the sound of a violin joining his concert – a perfect matching pair to his tune.
That is until I touch you and I can’t pretend I lose myself again, I do
Adam flopped down onto the grass, facing the gradually yellowing sky with a sigh. Everything he did, no matter what, even ordinary everyday things, reminded him of Michael. It was as if the angel had imbued his memory and presence in every single thing that Adam had ever done. Adam sighed again, a little louder this time. There was no escaping it; he was doomed, but it was something he didn’t mind too much.
—-
Dusk was fast approaching and Adam had essentially done nothing but overthink then calm down only to overthink again. He was sprawled on the grass, having just finished another panicked thought when he heard rustling footsteps approaching him from his left. Amora’s yellow eyes appeared in front of him, covering his view of the gold-tinged pink sky. He pushed her face away from him, sitting up in the process when the jaguar refused to move easily. As he sat up, he finally noticed the other presence just behind Amora. His body froze as he locked eyes with the other person.
“Hello Adam,” greeted Michael a little awkwardly while he kept a short distance between them. “It’s been a while.”
“Y-yeah…,” Adam stammered.
“Can I–?,” Michael asked, gesturing towards a spot beside Adam.
Adam nodded as he pushed Amora off of him to make some space. “Go ahead.”
The two sat in silence as they watched the sun paint the sky a striking gold as a farewell for the day before the dark blue of the night brought the smaller stars with it, giving them their turn to shine. It would be nice and peaceful, to simply enjoy watching the night return in all its dark splendour, if only the air between the two weren’t dense and dripping with tension. Neither party was particularly willing to break the silence and address the distance between them, afraid that the words they would hear were not something they had hoped for.
A moment, and then two, the sky now devoid of the morning’s glow. Michael took a deep breath, steeling himself, he was ready to accept whatever Adam’s answer was.
“So,” Michael started, eyes flitting a little anxiously towards Adam. “have you…found your answer?”
Adam winced, more to himself than anything. Yes, he did have an answer, but to finally say it aloud worried him, especially since the intended recipient was already beside him.
“You– you said you love me, right?,” he asked, finally meeting Michael’s eyes.
“I do, that hasn’t changed,” confirmed Michael.
“Then, let me warn you.” Adam looked at Michael directly, his normally warm eyes now a cold gold with all the weight hidden within him. “Being with me…it wouldn’t be fair to you at all. The me that you know, and who I really am are quite separate. Not everything was a lie, of course, but…,” he paused, looking sadly away. “...you’ve fallen for the image, not me.” He took another deep breath, “I’m no good for you, Michael, people around me get hurt. That’s why…I can’t accept your feather.”
Michael’s gaze fell slowly down. Those words, especially the last ones, pierced through his core. He came prepared, yes, but that didn’t mean that a wound still wouldn’t sting.
“I’m sure you’d make someone up there very happy one day.” Adam pointed up to the sky. He wasn’t sure if the Michael from his first life had someone, but he wouldn’t doubt it. Someone like Michael was easy to love, unlike him. “It’d be quite horrible of me to ruin that future for you.”
Adam plucked a white dandelion from the grass, blowing its seeds into the wind and watched it travel away from him as it carried wishes along its bristles. Then he turned back to face Michael.
“I can admit. I–,” he took a deep breath. “I think I feel the same way,” he finally confessed, cheeks reddening at his admission as he struggled to stop himself from running and hiding away forever.
I’m all in, I’m fallin’ Can’t get back up
Michael quickly looked up from the ground, dark blue eyes wide and hopeful, the stars around them glowing a faint gold painting his face as beautifully as a night sky filled with glistening stars. He inched closer towards Adam, a hand carefully cupping his cheek, feeling its warmth on his hand, as he tried to meet Adam’s eyes through his lashes. Adam tried to turn his head away, his embarrassment overwhelming him, but Michael wasn’t willing to let go, not when Adam was truly, finally in front of him.
He placed another hand on Adam’s other cheek, holding the first man’s face and guiding them gently to face him. “You say I don’t truly know who you are. Then, will you allow me to be closer then? So that I can properly love who you are?”
Adam didn’t think it was possible, but his face felt even warmer and he was sure that it was just as red too. His heart hammered inside his chest, ready to burst out as the fear that bound it was overflowed by a tidal wave of immense relief and joy, spilling out into the outside world as warm flowing tears. His lips quivered, lost on what words to say. What could he say? No words could describe the whirlpool of a mess inside of him, the high crashing waves that he was currently feeling.
“Why are you so stubborn?,” he asked between sniffles.
“Is that a yes?,” Michael asked, a soft smile adorning his lips.
Adam met Michael’s eyes, this time, truly looking into them, his very essence exposed and vulnerable as tears trickled down from his eyes like liquid gold. “...yes…,” he finally answered. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you..!,” he added as he placed his own hands over Michael’s, feeling the coolness of his skin against his earthly warm ones.
Can’t think right, too tongue-tied It must be love
“Warning noted.” Michael pulled Adam closer into an embrace, wrapping him under his wings as blue and wide as the sky itself. This was a new start, for both of them.
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The early birds sang their morning songs, he could hear the other animals waking up and readying to start another day in paradise, and yet, he couldn’t feel the morning sun’s familiar rays kissing his skin. Still, he was warm, comfortably warm wrapped around such a gently soft embrace like feathery clouds in the skies. The grass didn’t feel that way normally, did they?
Adam’s eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t met with the usual idyllic scenery of perfection that was the garden of Eden, no, instead he awoke to something even more beautiful. Wrapped together around a cocoon of soft feathers, Adam awoke to an angel sleeping beside him, the glow of the morning warmly blanketing them both. Adam never truly took the time to appreciate the angel’s divine beauty, having taken his presence and time for granted. But now, he had the time and clarity to fully see it; the way his hair flowed like bright golden waves, framing his delicately pale face adorned with little gold stars that surrounded his currently hidden deep blue eyes. It was like he was admiring a priceless porcelain doll, looking so fragile and delicate, but Adam knew the strength that was hidden within, and that just made the figure in front of him even more beautiful in his eyes.
Friends asking me where I’ve been hiding I’m losing hours in your eyes
Michael’s long lashes trembled slightly, it was Adam’s only warning before he was caught admiring the angel.
“Good morning,” said Michael, voice a little husky as he gave Adam a small, loving smile.
This was much too early for Adam’s heart, and so he quickly turned away to save himself from another heart attack. Michael slowly lifted his wings to allow Adam to get up, and though Adam was happy to have been provided an escape, he couldn’t help but already miss the soft embrace on his skin.
He turned back towards Michael, who remained lying on the grass. “Good morning,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. His heart couldn’t help but beam with joy when he awoke seeing Michael. Last night wasn’t a dream after all. Michael was here with him, and they were going to try this thing out.
The two sat there momentarily in peaceful silence, just basking in the prospect of a beginning they could start together. Both grateful and still in disbelief to even have this chance, happy to have finally found each other.
Lost in your wonderland, I hope I’m never found There’s no one else around, tonight
Then suddenly Adam was back on the grass as Amora pounced on him, breaking the little moment he shared with Michael. She seemed to always have the perfect timing for everything that happened to Adam. She was oddly energetic and playful this morning as she kept on pouncing and pushing him around, but Adam, being only human, was no match to a jaguar’s playful roughhousing, and so he did the wisest thing he could do. With all of his strength that he could muster, he shoved Amora towards Michael, who, again, was still lying on the grass watching the two play.
Amora landed heavily on Michael, her large body almost covering him entirely with only his white-blue wings, which splayed out in surprise, being visible. His little squeak was just the cherry on top. Normally, Adam might become a little concerned, having a large cat being dumped on you could hurt, at least for humans anyway. Michael was an angel, an archangel in fact, whose given role was literally to be God’s champion, and so Adam was far from worried. Or he was, but then Michael hadn’t moved for more than a minute now as Amora smugly sat on him, tucking her arms underneath her body trying to make herself as comfortable as possible.
But then, Amora began to…float? Right, she began to float in the air before being tossed to the side, roughly enough to satisfy the big cat but also restrained enough to not cause any harm. And where Amora used to sit on was Michael, alive and well, completely unscathed as Adam had initially suspected. Now he felt rather silly for worrying even a little bit, crazy how certain attachments made him feel. Still, he held out his hand, ready to help Michael off the ground. Though before the angel even had the chance to grab his hand, Amora, fast as the wind, pounced back on Michael, this time without the restraint she held when playing with Adam now that she knew Michael could handle it. She pulled and pushed, shoving and tugging at the angel’s robes, still careful enough not to rip them apart. At one point, she even managed to put Michael’s entire head within her jaws. No one was injured, except maybe Michael’s hair, which was now a tangled, sticky, saliva covered mess.
I’m not so used to being happy Now I just float down every street
Adam kept a safe distance from the two, unwilling to be caught in their play lest he risk being mangled from the two’s human-unfriendly type of play. Though watching the two who were currently closest to his heart play around, made his chest feel all warm and soft, like a cosy hearth in the middle of a freezing winter, slowly warming up frozen hands from the harsh blizzard. He sat on a log a good distance from the two, simply waiting for either one of them to get bored or tire out. A smile from the innermost depths of his heart crept slowly up on his lips until it reached his eyes, the truest smile he’s had in a long time.
Eventually, Amora got bored of the rough play fighting, shoving her large paw against Michael, pushing him away from her and towards Adam. That meant she had already had her fill of socialising for the rest of the day. Michael walked towards Adam, noticing the glowing smile painted on his beautiful face, the way his eyes crinkled as genuine happiness enveloped him.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Michael noted as he sat close beside Adam while trying to save what he could of his hair.
“Huh? Oh–,” Adam quickly snapped out of his bliss as he mentally slapped himself. “What the fuck am I acting all blissful for?,” he asked himself before trying to put on a grumpy look on his face. Sure, it was adorable seeing Michael and Amora play together like that, but it was too soon for him to act all sappy like that. Anything could go wrong at any time, he shouldn’t get attached so soon.
You made a sappy stupid something out of me The kind I swore I’d never be I’m awake inside a dream
Michael poked Adam’s cheek. “Hm, I never thought I’d see you grumpy like this.”
“What? Are you regretting your choices already?,” Adam asked, a little snappy, but also a little worried.
Michael chuckled lightly, a smile playing softly on his lips. “No, I think I find you very cute this way too.”
I’m all in, I’m fallin’ Can’t get back up
Whatever words Adam had ready instantly died in his throat, stuttering but unable to form anything comprehensible in the end. Though Michael didn’t need words to know what Adam felt. The bright red blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears and all the way to his neck was a clear enough message to him.
Can’t think right, too tongue-tied Come kiss me, convince me This must be, it must be love (Must be love)
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#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#guitarhero#michael x adam#hazbin hotel michael#hazbin adam#time travel au#🛡🎸#god I know this is rather cringe#but I was feeling sappy today
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Han Jisung
Characters: Han Jisung of Stray Kids, Yn Theme: Toxic friendship, stalking, toxic relationship, stalker Where Han, a guitarist in a university band, saves Yn, a fine arts student, from a toxic friendship… Only to be more toxic than the ex-friend of the innocent Yn.
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“Then he told me that Lia had gone to the 3Racha concert like that! How is that possible?!.. Yn? Yn?.. YNNNNNN!!!” Yn was startled by her friend Milly’s scream. “Ynnnnnieeee! I can’t believe you weren’t listening to me!!” said the economics student, pouting irritably and unattractively. “Sorry Milly… It’s just that this week has been going really badly! I just want to isolate myself from everything!” Yn confided. “Goodness, woman! What happened for you to say that?” asked the gossip. Yn sighed, “I have a project due by Friday but I’m having a creative block… I don’t know what to do…” “Wow, just because of that?! Look, this week my beautician canceled my manicure because her daughter is sick and I don’t say my week is terrible!” Yn looked at the spoiled girl with her mouth open, seeing how the gossip compared completely different things. “Oh, and not only that! Yesterday I was rejected by Seungmin! How did he have the courage to reject the hottest girl in this crappy university?! What a loser! At least he’s the one missing out!” “Milly… I’m not trying to belittle your problems, but you can’t compare an important project to a bad boy who rejected you…” Yn said, looking at Milly, who was now wide-eyed and offended.
“EXCUSE ME?!! HOW CAN I NOT COMPARE?! I WANTED TO ISOLATE MYSELF FROM EVERYTHING!! YOU’RE SO IGNORANT, YN! I SHOULD THINK BETTER ABOUT MY FRIENDSHIPS!!!” Yn tried to apologize, but the annoying girl continued with her nonsense argument. “OH, AND STAY THERE WITH YOUR CRAPPY PROJECT! MAYBE YOU’LL SPEND HOURS ON IT AND IT WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! YOU’RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!” Milly shouted in the university cafeteria, making everyone look at the table where the two friends were. Yn lowered her head in embarrassment, already with tears streaming down her beautiful face as she looked at Milly, who was no longer at the table. Yn started to cry, thinking about how she was a terrible friend, until…
“Excuse me… can I sit here with you?” A soft and sweet voice was heard. Yn looked up and saw a boy with brown hair and round cheeks, looking like a squirrel! He was carrying his tray with the cafeteria lunch. Yn nodded, wiping her beautiful tears, embarrassed to be crying in front of someone she didn’t even know. The boy smiled at her and sat down in front of her, “Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation with that girl… I think she’s a bit exaggerated and dramatic… you should stop being friends with her… She does you a lot of harm…” he said as he started eating his meal. “Um… she… goes through - through difficult times… I think,” Yn whispered. “Since when is being rejected by a guy a difficult problem?Oh, it must be hard for her not to have a dick to suck during class hours…. now I understand her… Wait not in that sense! Kind… I don't like dicks! But you know -" Yn interrupted the mysterious boy with a laugh, "S-yes I understand! "She said to the laughter, making the boy smile at her. "Oh, how rude I was!! I didn't even introduce myself to this beautiful lady! "He told himself, then adjusted his posture and gave a forced cough.
"I'm Han Jisung, I'm a music student and I'm a guitarist in the group 3Racha! Nice to meet you!" he says with a smile on his face. Yn soon feels obliged to introduce himself as well, "Well… I am-" "Yes you are Yn, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. The most dedicated and skilled art student! With unique paintings, with captivating feelings! That makes anyone fall in love!" Han interrupts Yn, leaving her a little confused, how did he know that about her when she had never seen him in her life? Well they could have crossed paths here and there, but she doesn't remember ever talking to him…" Oh… Do you know me because of the spring exhibition that took place here at the university?" asks Yn, who was a fan of his fine art. Han was thoughtful, "What spring exhibition?" hmmm okay, maybe he didn't know her from the exhibition… "The exhibition". Les couleurs du printemps... The one that there was a little party that lasted 1 week and on the last night there was a group of guys who got drunk and were suspended driving for 2 months…" The boy stared with a confused face but suddenly he hit his own forehead" Ahhhhh!! This exhibition!! Oh yes I got drunk with my brothers!! We spent 2 months living in nightclubs and alcohol… It was really 2 very good months… Miss! "Yn stared at him in disbelief… How did he say that so naturally?! What a shame!
Suddenly the bell rings… Okay time to study! Everyone to the room! "Oh… What a pity! It's already playing!! I wanted to be with you more! "He said sulkingly" Do you give me your cell phone? " Yn looked at him confused, “For what?” “I want to give you my number… You know… So we can go out someday… So you can see me play on stage!” Yn was undecided… Should she accept or refuse… Well, she was already in a mess anyway, so why not?! Yn handed her phone to Han, who quickly typed in his number. “Thanks, Yn… See you later!” Yn waved and looked at her screen, seeing that he had saved his number as Hanniee💕 What a crazy guy…
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The bell rang, miraculously at that moment. The hallways filled with students desperate to get back home, just wanting a good and nice rest. Yn walked quickly to her locker, intending to grab her umbrella, but there was no sign of it… “How could it have disappeared just like that?! It was here this morning!”, she thought, only to be interrupted by someone closing her locker, how audacious!
"Oh, hello again Yn. I didn't think I'd come here to you." "Well.. It turns out that you just closed my own closet." "Oh.. I'm sorry!!" "No problem…" The speech is over. While Yn closed her locker with her key, Han watches the girl, seeing how beautiful she is and how she liked to her right now in her beautiful bed. Oh he is really a naughty!! "Well… See you tomorrow Han!" Yn says goodbye to the guitarist with a smile. "Ah… Yn!! It's raining! And you don't have an umbrella…. If you want, I can accompany you!" Jisung says quickly hoping not to receive a no from his future girl, also if he received a no, he would probably follow her anyway but anyway…
"Ah… You're right… But I don't want to bother Han!" "Ey! You never bother me Yn! I'll take you home. That way I'm also sure you're well delivered." He says with a smile on his sweet lips, spiteful… Yn thought for a moment, she didn't want to bother, but she also didn't want to go home in the rain in the late afternoon with a boy she had just met… Either she had to go home in the rain, probably getting sick and couldn't turn in her work or she was going home with a stranger who is from her school and seems like an obsessed fan… "Okay… I-I really appreciate your kindness Han." She says to the boy, thus making him smile mischievously.
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The way home was silent on Yn’s part, but very noisy on Han’s. Always talking about his band, talking about how Lee Minho was annoying just because he didn’t give him 5 bottles of beer on his 15th birthday, talking about how many girls he had hooked up with, obviously very noisy…
“Well, we’re here, Yn!” he finally said, already in front of the girl’s house, startling her as she was lost in her own thoughts… Obviously thinking about her project...
“AH, thank you, Han… I owe you one,” she said jokingly. “Oh yes! You do! And I already know how you can properly thank me!”
“How?” asked the curious innocent. “Thursday, 8 PM at XXXXXXXX park.”
“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Jisung Han?”
“Yes, I am.”
"Hmm"
“Okay then! It’s a date! Don’t forget, Miss Yn!”
“Don’t worry!”
“Bye bye, my love!”
“By-Bye Bye H-Han…” she stammered.
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Today, Thursday… Yn was in trouble, she hadn’t even started the project she had to deliver tomorrow… And the worst part, she could only work on it before going on the date with Han, which means she only had 1 hour. The poor girl was going crazy! Han had woken up 1 hour earlier than usual, all to redo his crappy plan. How idiotic he is.
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“So, guys, don’t forget to check if your work meets these requirements to get the highest grade! The more, the better! Well, see you tomorrow, students!” Yn was getting more and more terrified with each passing minute. The bell had just rung, and she had to run home to do her work. “Yn!” “I’ll text you later, Han!” She said, running with all her might.
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Yn arrived home and ran to her room, throwing her shoes into a random corner along with her cute coat. Sitting hurriedly in her desk chair, she started making random sketches, sure that something would come out of it, even if it was just a beautiful eggplant! “Okay… Here… Like this… No… Hmm… Yes… Ah… It doesn’t look good… Okayyyyy AHHHHHHHHH” Yn whispered to herself but then screamed, startled by a random noise inside the house. “Ah… It must be nothing… I think… Well, I have to continue…” Yn started painting with oil pastels, her favorite way to paint, humming some random song. Painting here and there, leaving incredibly beautiful and wonderful textures, she was giving her all to that project! “Wow, it’s almost time for our date and she’s still studying! How responsible she is!” said someone, startling the little painter. Yn turned to the door, from where the voice came, and was shocked at how he managed to get in. “Hey! How did you get in here?!”
"Behold, a little hottie left the door open… And he forgot about his meeting!" Han, the owner of the voice speaks. "What?! How could I leave the door open my god?! What if a bandit had entered!! Ahhhh all because of this stupid job!" Yn says, obviously worried and grateful that no one unknown and dangerous will enter her residence. "Eyy, so little… What's going on?" Han asks getting closer to the girl. "I have to deliver this work tomorrow, but I don't know if it will be good! He's just random doodles! I don't know what Han do!" Yn says with a few tears forming in her beautiful eyes.
“Hey, calm down baby… Look, I’m not very experienced in art, but I know exactly what this project means!” “Hm?” “It means your feelings, love… It perfectly conveys your feelings… And… I’m sure anyone can feel them too.” The boy said, bringing their faces closer, just a few centimeters apart. “I wish I had more talent in painting… Just… Just to be able to eternalize your colors the way I see them…” “Thank you, Han… Really!” Yn hugged the boy, no one had ever said such sincere words to her. “Okay okay, so let’s finish this project so you can finally get ready and we can go on our date?!” “Let’s goooo”
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Yn was already ready, looking in the mirror whenever she could to see if she looked beautiful enough. Wearing a beautiful beige dress that highlighted her lovely curves, just above the knee, with a white blouse underneath, and some lovely Mary Janes. She really looked magnificent with that beautiful hair! Ahhh and the accessories! Of course, she couldn’t forget! A heart-shaped necklace with a photo of her puppy, Smaply, who unfortunately passed away last year, a great loss for the girl. Small, thin hoop earrings detailed with some sparkles, and of course, she couldn’t forget her cute bracelets. How beautiful she looked! Applying a bit more gloss, Yn finally had the courage to leave her room, walking slowly to the living room, where the darling Han was. He was left speechless upon seeing his beloved, I swear he was even drooling!
“Wow… you look - you look magnificent!” “Thank you - Thank you Ha-Han! You-you also look very han-handsome!” she said blushing, very shy shy shy! “So… Where are we going?” “Oh yes… Hmm… First, we’re going to eat something and then… Then I’ll take you to a very important place for me… We better get going… Otherwise, we’ll be late.”
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“A convenience store??” Yn said, confused. “Oh, we’re going to eat something here first… What do you want?” “Hmm, it could be…” “Chicken ramen with a touch of mild pepper, an onigiri, a mango iced tea with some ice cubes, and for dessert, some macarons?” Han interrupted the girl. “How do you know that?..” “I have many tricks up my sleeve, baby girl…” “Oh.” “Well, let’s eat?! I’m starving!” “Yes!” After all, Yn was passionate about food… Who isn’t, right?!
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As soon as they left the convenience store, Han took Yn to the previously mentioned place. It was simply the best club in Seoul, with extremely attractive security guards, with super strong and tense muscles, a pole dance show that was out of this world, with incredible dance tactics and moves, a bar with every type of drink imaginable, from spicy drinks to ones that tasted like crap! Truly a VIP club! Yn was obviously shocked to see that Han had taken her there, she had never even set foot in a club before, let alone this one! But she was even more shocked when a bunch of security guards protected Han and herself, she was so confused, poor thing… Soon they entered and went straight to a dressing room.
"Hey, what was that whole thing out there?" Yn question enthusiastically "It's just a normal day for me," Han said looking at himself in the mirror. "In a while you'll see, bunny" "Look who he is!" A voice unknown to Yn is heard. "So Chan… Ready for another night?!" "Always… Han, who is this?" "Ah.. Well Yn this is Bang Chan, Bang Chan this is Yn! That's it, they're already friends!" "It's a pleasure to meet you!" Yn says. "Pleasure is only later, satisfaction is with me!" Says Chan laughing… What a pervert "Hey, drop my girl ,play boy !" Han speaks first. "Ihhh look at the jealousy! Look at the jealousy!" another unknown voice is heard. "Oh no! Even you Changbin?!"
"Oh hello Yn, I'm Changbin. The cutest and hottest boy you'll ever meet! Do you want to touch my biceps?" "AH… Oh.. Hello Chang-Changbin.. Thank you but" "No, she doesn't want to! She already has mine and that's enough! Right, love?" Han asks Yn. "Y-yes!" "IN 2 MINUTES YOU WILL BE ON STAGE!" Another voice screams. "Well, we have to go! See you soon Yniee! See you soon!" Changbin speaks. "Bye Bye" Bang chan also says goodbye to the girl. "Well baby, you go straight to a security guard with orange hair and say you're with me, he'll take care of you! See you soon baby!" Han says goodbye by gluing his lips to hers. Meanwhile, Yn thought how this was moving too fast, how was it possible? Well but one thing she knew, it was working….
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Yn walked up to the security guard and said he was with Han, he asked her to follow him and took him in front of everyone, even facing the stage. So she had the perfect vision of the group, which at the time was singing "WOW" During the small show, Han whenever he could, winked at Yn, who blushed and looked away. At the end of the show, 3Racha said goodbye to the audience and went to the dressing room. The security guard took the girl to the dressing room for her to be handed over to her respective owner. "Wow you were amazing!! Your tune! Your talent! Han on guitar rocking with incredible melodies! Changbin on drums making perfect bangs! Chan with his wonderful voice! Ahhh it was all amazing!" "Thank you Yn, we really like to know that we are doing our job perfectly." Chan thanks smiling. "Well, I'm going, tomorrow I have to produce another new song! Are you coming Changbin too?" Bang Chan continues.
"Oh yes, I enjoy the ride! Thank you Yn, you don't even know what it means to say that to us!" Changbin also thanks you, cutie. "See you tomorrow my precious boys!" Han says, obviously ironic. "See you tomorrow Han! Bye Bye Yn!" Answer the two boys who were already leaving. "Bye" "Finally alone…" Han says "Oh baby girl… I'm in the mood for something… " "What… " "I'm hungry," Han says as he approaches Yn, who was moving backwards, but stopping after crashing into the whore on the wall. What about… Us… Finally… You know…. "Han starts kissing Yn's neck, sucking and licking." N-no! Han-Han I don't want to! "A terrified Yn tries to free herself from Han's grip, but to no avail." Come on baby girl. I need you." Han now begins to go down the girl's chest, leaving soft but hungry kisses."
" No! Han! STOP! STOP! "Yn screams, with tears in her eyes, just as she manages to push the guitarist away from her." NEVER! NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! "Yn screams desperately. Han just looked at her with an innocent face, how stupid he is!" Baby, how come you don't understand. You are my dear. If I can't touch you, no one will touch you. " "What?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! YOUR… YOU CRAZY"
"Yes, I'm crazy, for you love. Since I saw you at the municipal library I have never forgotten you, from that moment I knew you were perfect for me, and I was perfect for you! I started studying you! I found out where you lived, I found out your social networks, I found out everything about your little friends. I know everything about you love…. I love you.. And I want to be with you… Or I mean, I'll stay with you! "With every word that came out of Han's mouth, he got closer and closer, making the little girl scared. "Do you know how many times I stood in your beautiful backyard looking at your bedroom window thinking about seeing you?! Do you know how many times I stayed up all night just to write lots and lots of songs dedicated to you?!" Han grew more and more irritated. "You belong to me! And nothing and no one will change that!" Soon after, Han grabs Yn with all his strength and injects her with a syringe with a liquid inside, making the girl faint in his beautiful arms.
"Finally mine!"
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List of things I am excited to experience in my K-pop idol dr(s) !
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💭 — CONCERTS AND CROWD WORK
I FORGOT TO ADD SOMETHING HERE☠️☠️
Doing crowd work with my fans while performing is SUCH A DREAM FOR ME OMG. That's like one my main reasons I'm excited to have a concert because I want to interact with my audience; exchanging glances, throwing stuff for one of them to have and of course performing at my best.
🍊 — COLLABS AND HANGOUTS
Okay okay, I know I have yapped in the past about being excited to meet BTS, but first, let me name a list of groups/idols I am so hyped to be in a 2-foot radius of because sometimes a girl cant help but shriek at the thought of them🙈:
NEWJEANS ||
I FUCKING LOVE THESE GIRLS SO MUCH NO ONE GETS IT. Just a little fun fact, MKB(my own gg) is considered to be like an older sister gg to NEWJEANS because they are both famous 5 member girl groups. Some people even say that NEWJEANS' aesthetic is like a younger sister to MKB's; even though MKB isn't all that "mature" it does give off an older sister feel in contrast to NEWJEANS' AND ITS SOOO CUTEEE😭😭
WONYOUNG — IVE ||
In my dr, Me and Wony are really good friends, and we have each others contacts. I've gone to battle for her in my tiktoks and tweets against antis (I am very much popular for this too since it's considered controversial to speak out in defence for another idol and she isn't the only idol I've fought for😭😭) cus she's literally the sweetest idol ever?? I actually love her to death.
CHAEYOUNG, NAYEON, SANA, MOMO, JIHYOU — TWICE ||
In my opinion all of TWICE is so cute and I freaking love them all, but I am closest to these five. They're some of my closest girl friends because they were the first friends i made (other than my members lmao) and I love them all so much please I can't wait to meet them (especially since MKB and TWICE both exist under JYP so we're basically always hanging out)
BTS ||
No, because you guys. the dating, fighting and relationship rumours that are gonna be floating around me are gonna be CRAZYY cus of how many frequent interactions I have with the group/ the members individually and how much i talk about them because I am SO down bad for them PLEASE (but we can't let them and army know you guys shhh🤫) and I also just be having the LOUDEST MOUTH EVER🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️
But aside from how badly I want each and every one of them, Me and MKB are super cool friends with BTS; usually, 1 or 2 of us will visit them for whatever reason needed and whatever occasion like watching them behind the scenes, sometimes, we will appear on their lives in person or on phone (cus we have each others contacts😝🤞🏾), we always wish them happy birthday (as they do back to us), and few times some of us will make special appearances on their game challenges on RUN BTS too.
Also, I'd say I'm closest to being with Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung- BUT I get along very well with Yoongi, Jin, and Hoeseok too. I just hangout with those 4 the most out of all of them. [EDIT// Actually I do hang out with Jin too what am I talking about]
STRAYKIDS AND ATEEZ ||
More hot men. Idk what to say more about this LMAO😭😭
💭 — LIVESTREAMS AND BIRTHDAYS
MKB is most infamous (other than our music of course) for our ridiculous lives. But my favourite kind of live is the birthday one. The moment of appreciation and love sent from fans and the celebration from my family members and staff is so precious and important to me. The thought into the gifts and the messages mean so much more to me than what anyone could imagine and it gives so much meaning to birthdays because they are so important to me.
🍊 — PRODUCING, FILMMAKING AND BTS
I have always been a big music nerd and my urge to produce music for a loving and interested fanbase makes me feel so warm. it's just what my silly little heart was made to do.
I have also been super interested in being involved with the work behind the scenes , not just being in the scenes of our music videos. I really want to have a say in what the concept of the video to match the music will look like, the outfit ideas, the hidden lore in the videos. It's just such a dream come true for me, and I'm even excited for whatever travelling needs to be done, too.
💭 — STUPID SPECULATIONS/RUMOURS ?
Being nosey and attention seeking is a deadly combo. Always gotta know something, always gotta be talked about somehow (and I usually prefer the fake dating allegations cus they're just so funny and sometimes cute depending on who I'm being shipped with lol)
🍊 — FOOD
I am THE BIGGEST foodie there is I swear. I have always craved and cried to eat real Korean (and East asian) food without thinking about my money or my skin as well as usual meals too and as much as I want (because I scripted my manager let's me eat anything I want since I don't gain weight (I scripted this for all idols tbh cus I just want to see wony eat SOMETHING😭🙏🏾))
💭 — V.I.P STUFF
When I say VIP stuff, I mainly mean 1st class vacations and trips. I freaking LOVE exploring and travelling.. ON LAND. When I shift though, this will be my first time flying on a plane and I'm kinda excited, kinda frightened. I have a slight fear of heights so I'm gonna have to brave through it and try not to throw up or something.
🍊 — FANMADE GIFTS (fanimations, fanfictions, fan art, real life gifts, fan edits, etc.)
I am so freaking hyped for this stuff you guys stop. One of my main love languages is gift giving and receiving, and I already get so hyped when I get a gift on a random day from a family memeber😭😭.
The fan edits and fanfiction are gonna be crazy tho omg the ships..😭😭😭 (I WILL be looking out for the ship fanfics best believe.)
💭 — GOOGLEBOX BUT ITS KPOP IDOLS
"STOP TALKING ABOUT GOOGLEBO-" STFU AND LISTEN HOE🤬
Okay, so before I explode for excitement, I had this idea to make take the Googlebox celebrities and make a K-pop idols edition, and it couldn't be more perfect. Of course, you might be worried about how little privacy and time to myself off camera I may have now that I've added this into my dr, but never worry!
I scripted MKB to get 2 weeks to a month long breaks depending on stuff like exhaustion, injuries, meeting families, or just having a well-deserved vacation. I also scripted that our fanbase is very respectful of our space and don't bombard us if we're spotted in public.
Edit: O.m.g applies to all the things I said about MKB too guys I just cba editing everything add o.m.g in rn
@4ellieluv @cocozydiaries @samara444 @theshifterbear @livingmydreamlife5555
#shiftblr#kpop shifting#desired reality#law of assumption#master manifestor#4d reality#shifting#drself#shifters#loa#loa blog#shifted#reality shift#reality shifting#shifttok#master shifter#loablr
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Vil: I find it unexpected that you had chosen to be closed for the entirety of the previous weekend, Azul.
Azul: We went on a short vacation.
Vil: With MC, I supposed?
Azul: Yes. It was quite a lot of fun. *chuckles*
Vil: And you didn't even think of inviting me.
Azul: I'm awfully aware that you have a busy schedule. I couldn't possibly bother you, however, I would surely invite you next time.
Vil: *sigh* Anyway, I came here to borrow MC. Are they here at the moment?
Azul: I'm afraid they wouldn't be working today.
Vil: Why? A day-off after a weekend vacation?
Azul: They are exhausted after they had an intense pole-dancing competition with Floyd and Jade's father.
Vil: ...
Vil: What?
MC: We're doing an exotic dance. Not an extinct dance. Why the actual fuck you look like you're being grilled on a skewer?
Leech's dad: What? This is sexiness! Tell 'em, ma!
Leech's mom: *just smiling* No comment, dear. But you're doing great.
Azul: *recording the whole situation and is trying not to laugh like Jade and Floyd who's been wheezing for an hour*
Cheka: MC! MC! Let's go to Unca!
MC: *cuddling him* I'm exhausted. You go there yourself.
Cheka: *whines* But I want you to see Unca~!
MC: I know his face. I don't have to see him.
Cheka: *pouts*
Ruggie: Boss, it's rare to see you this tired.
MC: *yawns* Yeah. Not used to travelling under water.
Ruggie: I figured. By the way, boss? Can I borrow some money from you again? I'll give it back as soon as I can.
MC: When did I ask you to pay, Ruggie?
Ruggie: Shyeheehee! Right. Thanks, boss.
Ruggie: I'll do your groceries.
MC: Okay. *uses Cheka as a chin rest*
Cheka: Are you going to sleep?
MC: Yes... Shush...
Deuce: I wonder if boss is inside.
Ace: We didn't see them at Mostro Lounge.
Jamil: However, wouldn't it be rude to visit them without prior notice?
Floyd: Nah~. They don't really care.
Kalim: That's great! 'Cause we badly need their help.
Floyd: *kicks the door open*
Ace, Deuce, Jamil, and Kalim: !!!
Jamil: Don't you know how to knock?!
Floyd: Knock-knock~. There.
Jamil: ...
Ace: Let's just go inside.
Deuce: Boss... Are you sleeping right now?
MC: My eyes are closed but I'm listening.
Cheka: Multi-tasking!
Ace: Okay... Well, we have a problem in the Basketball Club.
Kalim: And Pop Music Club!
MC: Uh-huh. And what are those problems that deserve half of my attention?
Floyd: We need a basketball coach~.
MC: You can do that one, Floyd.
Floyd: *scoots to their side* But that's a boring job~.
MC: And what about the Pop Music Club?
Jamil: They're going to get disbanded if they fail to find new members to join their club.
Kalim: Please, MC! Can you take part in our concert?!
MC: What d'you wanna me do? Sing?
Kalim: Yes!
MC: *opens their eyes and looks straight at him* What if I have an awful voice?
Floyd: They have a beautiful voice. I've heard it once.
MC: Tch. You're not helping, Floyd.
Deuce: I want to hear boss sing!
Ace: Geez. Your fanboy energy, Deuce.
Jamil: I know it's not much, but I can offer my services to you.
MC: *raises an eyebrow*
MC: ...
MC: You cook curry?
Jamil: ...
Jamil: *smiles* Yes.
MC: We have a deal.
Floyd: Hehe~. You're so cheap.
MC: There's no cheap with good food.
Cheka: Unca can cook curry!
MC: No, he can't.
Ace: Why is he suddenly mentioning Leona-senpai here?
MC: He's trying to pair me with his Unca. *yawns*
Cheka: *pouts* But you and Unca would fit together.
Floyd: Just give up. My dad got a kick in the face and when he tried to set them up with a friend.
MC: Yeah. Just like Floyd said.
Cheka: ...
Cheka: Are you going to kick me in the face? *puppy eyes*
MC: Yes. But you're a kid so you're exempted.
Cheka: Hehe~.
Ace: Wow.
#twisted wonderland#twst mc#twst azul#twst vil#twst jade#twst floyd#twst ruggie#twst ace#twst deuce#twst kalim#twst jamil#twst cheka#the affable delinquent
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