#edit i never looked at these on a big enough screen to tell but my god these look awful what the fuck lmfao

[oensible]

🦈 post-win celly-ing ^_^ // SJS @ CGY // 2024.02.15 🦈

+ some gifs:

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hii

ive been a reader of yours ever since you posted your february filth fest and i have been craving for a continuation of day fifteen: should i? yungi cause i want a dom! yunho x sub! mingi x sub! reader so bad??? it's okay it you don't want to or can't!

all your works are beautiful, so beautiful 🤧 im gatekeeping it 🤧🤧❤️👏

Should I? - Pt 2

a/n: thank you so much 😭 messages like this help get me through rough days and i appreciate that my works are so well received so far:( i hope you enjoy!

Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Song Mingi

"Calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

✫彡wordcount: 2.8k

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: picks up where it left off, poly relationship, threesome, cam/streaming AU, unprotected (boo🗣️), toys, hard daddy dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, orgasm control, degradation/name calling, overstim, bj, light dacryphilia, scratching, slapping&spanking, sprinkles of size kink, begging, feral mingi (WRAGAGAGA), dp, cream pie, rough, drooling, praise, soooo much dirty talk im sorry, churning butter, i went way overboard yall the yungi brain rot is getting to me, i skimmed over but didn't really edit

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

It's been far too long in this same position for your own sanity.

    Straddled over Yunhos lap with him pounding your insides, giving the digital audience a good view of how your body reacts to his touch as he pulls your hips up and shows the camera how creamy you've made him before slamming them back down on his. Mingi holding your hands and pulling your chest flush to Yunhos as he whispers how bad he wants to be the one up in your guts or the one getting his rearranged by your boyfriend, just loud enough for the mic to pick it up over the lewd noises that your cunt makes.

    The wet squelching makes it all the harder for you to hold back as Yunho tells you not to cum.

     "Be a good Baby and let Daddy cum first," is his exact words as he feels your gummy walls hugging him tighter all of the sudden. Mingi whimpers in tandem with you, if you can't cum than neither can he. And he knows how defiant you are, you could be here all night fighting not to cum before Yunho.

Mingi lets loose your hands and they immediately wrap up in his hair, bringing him over his shoulder to kiss him. You kneel up higher to make sure his face isn't in frame, so Yunho has to lift his hips with more force to keep knocking into your g-spot, his own face hidden in your chest and nipping at the pebbled flesh there.

"Daddy p-"

"No." His simple denial makes you tug at Mingis hair, a loud moan slipping past his lips as he grinds up on Yunhos back. "I don't care how good it feels, you best not cum until I tell you to."

"Fuck, Daddy, please, she deserves it, look at how good she's taking you, you're so big and she's swallowing you whole," he begs for you, nearly drooling on your head as he holds it close to his neck, watching on the screen as Yunho holds himself up on his hands and pumps into you ruthlessly. "Oh fuck, Yu- Daddy, she's so wet, she wants to cum so bad," he nearly slips up as his own brain short circuits, humping his back and clawing at yours.

      He feels your pain, he has empathy as you cry into his neck, "p-please!" Yunho likes to test you both every so often and see just how long you can hold back without releasing until he says so. But he never says so. He goes and goes and fucks and fucks and fucks until you're forced to cum even without permission, taking a sadistic joy in punishing you for inevitably cumming. It doesn't matter if you held out for one hour or five, he still humiliates you for cumming before he does: especially since you've began streaming. It makes his heart and cock soar to the heavens to make his Babies beg for his forgiveness infront of a live audience, asserting his dominance and near ownership of you both.

"Did I stutter? Do as you're told, Princess," he growls into your chest, a smirk growing on his lips as another whimper sounds from the both of you, "and Min?"

"Yes, Daddy?" He responds eagerly, hands sliding from your back to his stomach, sandwiched between your sweaty bodies as they move in a burning lust.

"Stop humping me and go get our Princess' toy," the mention of it has you writhing, pushing on his shoulders and begging to just cum already.

A blush on his cheeks at the fact that the entire 1,036 viewers now know he was grinding on Yunhos back, he slides off the bed and to the dresser on the other side of the room.

A bright pink rabbit vibrator in his hands, he stands just out of frame as Yunho gets a grip on your hips and pulls you off of him with a pop. "Please, please- just let me cum on your cock, I've been so good!" Your pleading doesn't get you any sympathy from your Daddy, and only gets more pings sounding from the laptop.

He flips you off of him, crawling over you and up your body until his wet cock sits on your cheek. The audience can just see your jaw, lips trembling as you open them to speak. "Can I suck?"

They see Mingi crawl between your legs, keeping his head between your thighs to stay hidden from the side view they have. Yunho grabbing the base of his thick member and tapping the leaking tip on your flushed face. Your fingers gripping the sheets as a vibrating sound starts.

"Daddy, n-no, please don't make him, I want to cum so bad, I won't be able to hold back!" His free hand comes down and cups your jaw gently, sliding his thumb into your begging mouth.

"Go ahead, Min."

Your whine of protest dies down when he slips his tip into your mouth, letting you suck at your own pace as he strokes your cheek. It's almost therapeutic, sucking at him like he's the sweetest lollipop on Earth.

And then your own pleasure returns, making your eyes roll back as Mingi presses the head of the vibrating toy into your gaping cunt. The moans you let out around him makes him grip the headboard, pressing his hips down and making you take more. "Be good, Baby. Don't cum, just take it."

    "Mmhmp," the muffled response makes him chuckle deeply, looking over his shoulder at his other baby- who's in a trance watching your cunt swallow the silicone up greedily and clenching when the extension presses onto your clit.

     "Minnie." His head snaps up just as he's going to pull the toy out and start fucking you on it, his hand slipping and pressing it deep into you as he makes eye contact with Yunhos dark gaze.

     "Daddy?"

  "If you make her cum we can fuck however you like, yeah?" It's just a small thing, really. Mingi knows he'll be able to cum his brains out before the session is over- but to do it in his favorite way? His favorite position? He has to grind down on the bed to relieve the throbbing of his member at the very thought.

"I- fuck, really Daddy?" His hands get back to work before he even gets a reply, fucking the toy into you with a new vigor at the promise of his favorite position.

The way you moan and gag around him makes it hard for Yunho to respond -this being his favorite position- but he gives him a simple "Yes, Baby."

     When he turns back to you, looking down at you as he fucks your mouth, your suspicion that he said that just to make you cum without his permission is etched into stone. He smirks as you begin moaning uncontrollably, the smooth silicone and the way Mingi works it in and out of you and the intense vibration on your begging insides and clit makes it all too hard to hold back- but you do. You look up at him defiantly, as mean as you can as you're gagging on his girth.

    "Awwe~" he coos, slapping your cheek lightly, "you keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my lap right now, I don't care how many people are watching." He pulls his member from your mouth and sits on your chest, nowhere near his full weight but it makes your head fuzzy all the same. The next slap is a tad harder, "you dirty slut, bet you like having an audience, hmm? Like people seeing how good your boyfriends fuck you?"

     "Daddy!" You call out as you pant, slapping his thighs, "please, please! N- cum!" Your moans make Mingi grind down on the bed harder. He's making you feel so good, he can tell. He's watching so close as you leak around the toy and the way your stomach rises and falls quickly as you try and hold back. He holds the extension it off of your clit and replaces it with his warm tongue, a content groan bubbling up his throat that makes you cum on the spot. "Fuck, fuck, Minnie st-ah!"

You squirt on his face in front of all 1,604 viewers, nails digging into Yunhos thighs as your peak hits you, the toy incessantly vibrating against your swollen walls as Mingi laps at your clit like a man starved and Yunhos fat cock leaks against the column of your breast, his weight keeping you still as you writhe. Mingi's big hands grip your hips, making out with your clit as you continue to unravel, the clenching and wetness of your heat making the toy slide out.

He takes advantage of that and latches onto your abused sex, suckling and licking and nibbling everywhere as you come down. "M-minnie, stop it," your voice is small and wavering as overstimulation settles in, but he doesn't care as he swallows up all of your juices eagerly. "Daddy, s'too much, make him stop!" He sits up and off the bed immediately as you tap his thighs, grabbing the back of Mingi's neck and pulling him away, his tongue still lapping even as he yanked away.

     "What a good boy, you were so good you made her cum," his praise goes straight to his neglected length, making him twitch as he leans into his hold, uncaring as he looks like a scolded kitten in the eyes of the viewers. The way your juices flow down his chin and neck, sliding down his heaving, toned chest as he's held back from devouring you makes the chat explode with activity.

      "Fuck now Daddy," he moans breathlessly as he licks his lips clean, "me in her, you in her. Need it." His short, feral words make the both of you realize what he means. It's his all time favorite place to be. In all the places he traveled, his favorite is pressed close to the two of his most prized loved ones in the most intimate way he can think of, in the safety of his home.

    Even before you began streaming some of your sex life, it made him cum immediately every time and his libido through the roof as he begged and begged to stay there and keep fucking just like that for hours on end until his balls were aching and even then some.

Yunho wordless climbs back into bed behind Mingi, pushing him forward as he caresses his hips. A single kiss on his neck has him reeling, falling over you just how the stream had started-

His large frame covering yours, arms wrapped around your head as his cock slips in with the guidance of Yunhos warm hand.

"Slow Baby, you licked our Princess' brain out," he chuckles as he slides his hands over his hips and to your thighs, holding them apart as Mingi begins thrusting in a wild manner- opposite of Yunhos instructions. "Isn't he so big, Babygirl?"

     A simple broken curse is his response, "f-uck!"

    "N'cum, Daddy," Mingi pants, clawing at your head as he fucks as deep as humanly possible, banging against your cervix and nearly painting your womb as Yunho licks the shell of his ear.

    "Stop." It's as if the world stops when Yunho speaks, all movements paused as he uses his authoritative tone. The slapping of skin stops, replaced with both of your heavy breathing and your whimpers.

Mingi growls into your ear, insides burning as he forces his pleasure to a halt, glaring back at Yunho. "Daddy," he bellows, "I need to fuck her."

"You can wait."

"N-"

"Lay back." Despite the clear tension in his body, Mingi rolls off of you and begins fisting himself while your juices are still warm. "Don't cum."

"I want to cum inside of my girlfriend," he snaps back, holding himself back from tackling Yunho as he lifts you away from his side like a rag doll. He knows he's not the one in control, but his instincts are telling him above all else to simply fuck your brains out and then let Yunho do the same to him.

"Ah," Yunhos dark chuckle is so rough compared to how he turns you around to face Mingi and rests your back on his chest, treating you like a porcelain statue as he kneads your breasts in his hands, engulfing them completely, "your girlfriend? Baby-"

"Yes, I want to fucking fill her up."

"Minnie!" You gasp scandalized, like you didn't just squirt on his face for an audience.

"I want my cum dripping out for days, need-"

"Baby!" Yunho yells lowly, shutting him up. "Deep breaths, calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

"M'sorry, Daddy." No he's not. He's only speaking his mind- no matter how feral that mind is at the moment. "Want to fuc-"

    "I don't care what whores want." He growls, clearly spotting that his sub-space is slipping away with how badly he just wants to have cum every where. "You were doing so good, Babyboy. You made our little Princess cum, you fucked her for so long earlier- tsk. And here I was thinking I would reward you." He drags his hands all over your body as he speaks, drowning in the both of your fucked out presences so deeply that he forgets you're streaming. "My sweet boy was replaced by a cum whore."

Mingi whimpers loudly, thrown back into the submissive deep end as Yunho makes you crawl over his hips, guiding you down back onto his cock. "Do you want our Minnie-ah to fill you up first before Daddy joins?"

     "Fuck, Princess, please! Please let me!" Mingi grabs at your body roughly, eyes watery as he looks up beggingly.

      "Yea-"

    Yunho slams your hips together, a scream of pleasure ripping through both of you as his fat tip knocks into your deepest insides. "Ah ah, Ming-" One of his hands leaves your hips and cups your mouth quickly, leaving Mingi to his own devices to make himself cum inside of you.

      "Careful, Babygirl," he coos darkly as he holds you in place for Mingis wild and uncoordinated thrusts, muffling all of your moans as your brain goes dumb and makes you yell out their names. "Such a pretty pair," he moans as he watches his hips bang into yours intently, "good fucking sluts for Daddy, hm?"

You can only respond with moaning and drooling into his hand, but Mingi yells out all of your thoughts. "Fuck, shit, yes! Yes, we're good sluts, we're your good sluts, Daddy's good fuck toys!"

All 4,264 viewers watch as he fucks into you harshly one last time, listening as you squeal out muffledly.

A single moment passes before Yunhos cock is prodding at your stretched hole, fucking into you and joining Mingi with a loud grunt. He grabs your hips roughly once again, fucking into your spent cunt with ease.

"P-please, mercy," you call out as you fold onto Mingi, wetness dripping out of you and soaking everything near.

It feels too good, so good. Mingis warm cum lubing up your insides for the intense stretch of the two goliaths you call your boyfriends. Mingi settled against your g-spot as Yunho tries to fuck his way into your guts. Both of their moans and pants and groans, Mingis feral growling as he wraps his big arms around your waist. "No mercy," his voice barely reaches into your fuzzy head.

"Minnie is right, Princess," he speaks with a slap to your behind, "no mercy."

And there was none, they fucked into you until you were a drooling, begging, sopping wet mess. Both of their cum continual mixed into you with their untamed thrusts. Your clit buzzing and ass sore from your Daddy's punishment. Your back covered in scratches from how long gone Mingi was. The laptop was no doubt overheating as it streamed nonstop for over three hours, viewer count now in the hundred thousands and pinging like crazy with donations, even as the three of you slump onto each other tiredly with the last of your brains calling out to one another.

"My Babies," Yunho speaks softly as he massages your red behind tenderly, watching with a fucked out smile as you nibble at Mingis neck lovingly.

"Daddy," the two of you chime together, clinged to each other for dear life as Yunhos thick member moves a fraction of an inch. "Noooo, stay," Mingi whimpers softly, pressing his cock closer to his in the mess of your cunt.

"I'll be back in just a moment, Sweet Boy, take care of our Princess," he leans and kisses both of your heads as he pulls out. He never lets the stream run as he clean you up, as he takes care of you both. That's too intimate to share with the world, too special.

His cock drips all of your fluids on the bed as a final, new ding sounds out. One that you've never heard before.

You all tiredly turn and look, eyes going wide at the notification on the screen. Jaws dropped at the amount a stranger had just gifted.

your.captain tipped $450

Let me join next time ;)

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[aangarchy]

Netflix atla live action review ep 1-3

So i was able to watch the first three episodes and i wrote down some thoughts. Strap yourselves in, it's gonna be a big post. There's a lot i don't like, but it's not all negative. So let's get the negative out of the way first, then we'll get to the positive.

The cgi is abhorrent. Especially the green screen stuff where a lot of movement is happening. I'm specifically referring to the scenes of Katara and Sokka in the canoe as well as the Omashu railing system, and anytime Aang is flying on his glider. The bending may be better than the original live action, but it's not good either. Bending for me was always gonna be impossible in live action. I never feel like there's any connection between the moves the actor is making and the cgi element. In animation it's much easier to make the two connect, but an actor is basically staring at nothing and moving their hands around a bunch, hoping post will make it look good. This show also fell prey to the "ball of water is consistently losing water and yet remains the same shape and size" trap. I think out of all the elements the airbending looks the best and the earthbending so far the worst. The Avatar state looked very janky as well, some shots looked like there wasn't even an actor there anymore and it was all animated. And not animated in a good way either, some of the movements were way to wobbly, reminding me of that weird broom flying cgi in the first harry potter movie where the character is flopping about awkwardly bc it's badly animated. The animals also look pretty weird to me, i can barely tell where Appa's face is most of the time. Also for some reason they have momo making monkey noises instead of lemur noises? Like he legit sounds like a chimpanzee? I wonder what that's about.

The costumes are very hit or miss. They're very bright and i've often seen them fit awkwardly on the actors. Suki's headband was practically sliding off of her head while doing a fight scene, and in Omashu an extra's headscarf literally slid off of her head as she walked out of frame. Don't even mention Bumi to me either, that guy looks absolutely insane to me and i mean that negative. I can't suspend my disbelief enough to pretend that's a real guy. I liked Suki's makeup however, and i really like how they did Katara's hair and outfit. We got our first glance at Ty Lee and Mai too, and i like that Ty Lee is basically a carbon copy of her cartoon outfit.

Some story choices are.... interesting. Some of them, i'm not sure whether i like them or not yet. I'm confused as to why they combined three different stories into the Omashu storyline. We have Bumi, Teo and the Mechanist, as well as Jet all piled up in the same city, and somehow Zuko is there as well. The Jet story happened way too quickly, and i'm confused as to why Sokka was so upset at Jet's betrayal when he hadn't even spoken to the guy at all, he didn't even know his name. I don't like the choice of having everyone split up in Omashu. There was a lot of focus on Katara and Sokka and Aang barely appeared. I will say i really loved the no bending fight Aang and Zuko had in Omashu. Such a shame that their choreography barely got any time to shine due to the fight scenes being edited like marvel movies to hide mistakes. This has me excited for the blue spirit episode though!

I don't like the way they revealed that Aang is the Avatar in the watertribe. Why is Gran Gran the one that immediately knows? Just bc she's old? I liked that Aang revealed it himself in the original, but in this one it's just Gran Gran telling everyone who he is and Sokka not even believing her.

Then there's the opening for the first episode. I have very mixed feelings. I like that they showed the bond between Gyatso and Aang, and i liked the way they switched between Gyatso's last stand and Aang falling into the water. I'm sticking to my guns however with saying that we didn't need to see the attack on the airtemples play out. I liked it being this mysterious event that happened so long ago it's become legend to anyone alive today. But now, as a viewer, we have more information than our main characters. It also took away from the emotional turmoil of Aang finding Gyatso's skeleton. In the original, there's still this slimmer of hope, are they really dead? Could some still be alive? Only for it to be ripped away then and there. Now the audience already knows Gyatso is dead, we know what Aang is about to find. They also didn't really linger on Aang's emotions after this, like at all? He buried Gyatso and basically went "alright where to next?"

There also seems to be a lot less bonding time, making the relationship between the characters in episode 1 and 2 very weird. Katara and Aang barely had one conversation in the first episode, and Katara was already talking about Aang changing her life and helping improve her bending after only one day. It feels very weird and forced. It gets better by episode 3, but it was definitely bad in the first two.

I'm gonna say it again but i'm mad about Sokka's sexism arc disappearing. Suki was angry at Sokka for just comparing her skills as a warrior to him, when she hadn't even seen him fight yet. She also starts out as being weirdly enchanted by Sokka just bc he's an outsider. He's not even attractive at all, and they're trying to sell him as some sort of heartthrob. I like their bonding time while they trained, but i don't like how immediately Sokka is hung up on her. He still needs to meet Yue, and idk about you but to me it would be weird for him to already like one girl, and suddenly jump to the next.

I'm not sure why Kyoshi is being Aang's main Avatar guide here? I always figured it should be the Avatar right before you that would do the job, so why did Kyoshi get to Aang before Roku? And why did she already give Aang the speech about saving the world? What else is Roku gonna do? I know we get the Hei Bai story in this show, so what's the point of the Hei Bai story when it doesn't lead to Roku's dragon coming to Aang to warn him about the comet? I'm not mad at this btw, genuinely just confused. I don't understand the point yet.

Onto the acting, once again very hit or miss. So far Gordon (Aang) has been one of the best. He's a very good representation of Aang's character, and i like that he brought out Aang's sassier side right away. Kiawentiio (Katara) so far has been really good too, and i like her chemistry with Gordon. I was prepared for Ian (Sokka) to be much worse than he ended up being, and a lot of jokes in the first episode did end up landing for me. Unfortunately the opposite is true for Dallas (Zuko), i was expecting his performance to be better than what it ended up being. It's not bad per se, but definitely less refined than i was hoping. Same for Paul (Iroh). I don't like the way he delivers some lines at all (especially the Jasmine Tea lines, it's way too forced, i don't actually believe he likes jasmine tea rn. In the original uncle barely mentions which tea he's drinking, and only once asks for jasmine tea bc it's his favorite. Otherwise he always just says "cup of tea" and never mentions the flavor. Idk why but the emphasis on jasmine tea really bothered me lol). I really liked Azula so far. Elizabeth brought a very cutthroat energy, which is precisely what i'd expect from a character like Azula. Daniel Dae Kim was also just everything i was hoping for and more. I'm hoping to see more of him (for his acting... no other reason.......)

Idk why but i was elated at seeing the cabbage merchant and hearing him say the line. Best moment of the whole show so far (and that's saying a lot i think lmao).

The music is very good. Some of the placement of the more dramatic music is a bit awkward? Like moments that i feel should have a low quiet melody seem to have a more dramatic flow which makes the scene lose emotional value to me. Maybe that's just my preference though. I like the nods to the original music throughout the show, especially for Kyoshi, the fire nation theme as well as the avatar theme, and then the exact same credits music as the original. I love the more epic/dramatic version of the avatar theme.

Overall, i am enjoying myself. I wasn't expecting greatness from this adaptation, and so far i'm remaining kind of neutral i think. It's not absolutely horrible, and i'm not cringing every five seconds. Of course it's never gonna compare to the beauty of the original animation. That's always going to remain untouchable to me. And this adaptation obviously does not come close at all. But it's fun, i guess, so i'm gonna keep watching.

[manheimsmuse]

Hi Ivory 😊👋

So uhm, I don’t know, can I request something for ben plunkett, fluff please 😊

Maybe with a very shy reader. Well it takes place after the movie, if it's okay. Uhm the reader is at the same university as him and is smart and helped him in the lessons and he adores her because he thinks that she is cute. So he tries to talk to her more and then after some weeks they are getting friends very soon but they fell in love in each other but neither of them knows each other’s feelings.

One day he wanted to kiss the reder but got interrupted to kiss them 3 times. And one time he has finally the opportunity to do it.

So I just realized that I got carried away, I'm so sorry. But I thought it's cute 🙈

Thank you so much 😊

THIRD TIMES A CHARM ; BEN PLUNKETT

a/n ; i love that little dork ben so so much he means the world to me actually

warnings ; afab!reader, fem pronouns, fluff, no smut just cut because i go on too much, not edited or proofread yikes.

world history being an elective confused you, as a history major you couldn’t help but wonder why someone would subject themselves to this class by choice. it was mandatory for you, but there was about ten students from other majors that shared the class with you.

ben plunkett was one of these students, you actually don’t know why he took the elective, you assumed it was just to get extra credits on his degree because there was no way he was enjoying the class. you could tell in the way he zoned out in lectures, or worked on homework for other classes at the back of the room.

you weren’t all that surprised when he came to you for tutoring, your professor posted your grades on the class board to encourage ‘healthy competition’ and your name frequented the top of the list while ben’s floated somewhere along the middle.

tutoring ben was easy, he was smart enough to catch up on his own, that much was clear every time you asked him a question and he answered correctly without hesitation. why he needed the help was beyond you, but you did it anyway, you were enjoying it surprisingly.

the longer the two of you spent together the more obvious it became that you liked each other. you were quiet, not stupid, it didn’t need to be pointed out to you that ben liked you, whether or not he knew how obvious it was was another thing. you weren’t all that discreet either, though you’d never actually tell ben how you felt, unless of course he told you first.

meeting in the library quickly evolved into meeting at coffee shops, his usual ‘hey!’ replaced with a ‘you look really pretty today’ or ‘there’s my good luck charm’. coffee shops then evolved into dorm rooms the closer you got, half studying half just spending time together with the excuse of tutoring to mask any feelings that could slip through.

eventually ben asked you to come over to watch a movie, no mention of textbooks or homework, just you, him and his old macbook thrown on his bed to watch some movie he’d probably seen a million times before.

that was the first time he tried to kiss you.

his arm was lazily draped over your shoulders as you lay back together, eyes focused on the small screen and trying to ignore the way your stomach lurched every time his hand brushed against your arm. he’d leant in when you turned to ask him about the movie, and you were more than willing to let it happen, only for his roommate barging in unannounced to ask about leftover pizza in the kitchen.

the second time was in the library.

this time you were actually studying for a test, it wasn’t one of the big ones, just a mid semester exam to see how everyone was doing with the syllabus so far. usually you sat across from each other, but more recently you would occupy the seat next to ben, just to share a textbook of course.

“you look really pretty right now,” ben mumbles, face close to yours as you both lean over the same textbook, the two of you close enough that your foreheads could touch “oh, god, i didn’t mean to say that out loud. i mean - you do look pretty right now, you always look really pretty but-“

“ben, relax..” you giggle, already feeling the blush creeping across your face as you interrupted his anxious rambling “you look really pretty too.”

there’s a brief silence where you both find yourself leaning in again, only for bens phone to ring out loudly leaving him to scramble to silence the call from his best friend mandy.

the third time was at the campus bar.

your friends had invited you out to celebrate the end of finals, ben’s friend mandy had come up to visit him. instead of blowing one off for the other, ben simply merged the two and brought mandy along to meet the group.

the two of you didn’t get to talk much, between mandy talking his ear off as they caught up and your own conversations with you friends, you were both too preoccupied to fawn over each other.

“hey, come help?”

ben placed his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention as he passed, taking one for the team and offering to grab the next round.

he refused to let you pay for your own drink no matter how much you insisted, the pair of you shamelessly flirting now that you had a moment to yourselves.

it was a horrible sense of deja vu as you both leaned in, getting so close only to be stopped by mandy’s voice calling out to him from the table. something about someone wanting a different drink.

you shut your eyes to hide the eyeroll, missing how ben completely ignored mandy to bring his hand to the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss. an actual kiss.

“finally”

you accidentally mutter aloud when you separate, ignoring the jaw dropped stares coming from your table as you remain in each others personal space.

“you know what they say, third times a charm.”

[sxtvrns]

publicly romantic

🎶 now playing: in my heart (demo) - grentperez

P: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

S: He fell first, and he fell hard. When you were on the big screen behind him, he knew he fell for you even more.

W: fluff, drabble because im in my kpop era now, no knowledge of skz at all, short

N: if im being honest guys the only reason i decided to write this was because i got inspired by those fan dance things during their world tour ive only ever listened to case 143 and i apologize if this makes me an outsider but i thought this was cute okay enjoy the content

please interact if you enjoy!

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When your boyfriend said he was going on a world tour, you did not think it was going to last for nearly an entire year. JYP better give them a break after this.

Dating Felix was a handful. He was always busy and his schedule was packed, you both were travelling constantly, having a home in Sydney and in Seoul. With the tour on his hands as well, it didn’t make it any easier. You saw all the edits of him flooding the internet, all of them reminding you of how much you missed your boyfriend.

So when you were told he was going to Australia, and you were conveniently going to be there at the same time as his concert, you had your fingers crossed you could get tickets. You didn’t care if you were in the pit or in the nosebleeds; you were happy to even be in the same room as him for a little while, even if you had to admire him from afar.

You texted him and called him as much as you could. Whenever your phone rang, you always assumed he was on a break or had free time, knowing that it probably meant the rest of the day was full of work. The amount of people that love him reminds you of how lucky you are to have such a handsome guy who seems so out of reach be your boyfriend.

Things weren’t kept secret for long. When you visited Felix one time, he forgot he was live, saying your name and three forbidden words out loud and straight to the camera: I love you. You never showed your face that live, your hand merely waving hello. It wasn’t until you left the room that both of you had realized what he’d done.

You came into his room after he finished his live, putting his phone away. “What the fuck did you do.” You say, more of a statement rather than a question. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to– it just slipped out!”

“If I knew you were going live, I wouldn’t have come. You slip up easily whenever I’m around.”

“That’s because I love you. And that’s also exactly why I didn’t tell you because I wanted to see you.”

You pace around the room, panicking. “JYP’s gonna kill us. He’s gonna kill you. Your fans are gonna come and kill me!”

“He already knows.”

“What do you mean, ‘he knows’?”

“Chan accidentally ran his mouth. If anything, you wouldn’t be in my room right now if JYP forced me to break up with you. He just told me to be careful… and I do. Ever since we started dating, I’ve been careful.” He sighs, setting his phone down and walking up to you. “I’m sorry. I… you can stay here for a few days if you’re too scared to go outside.”

He knew that people could find what you look like and all your other information with a mere search of your name. This wasn’t the same as other people knowing who his sisters were. Him getting into a dating scandal would jeopardize your safety and his group. He didn’t care about his group at the moment, he was scared for you.

“I… I’d like that, actually. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I assume that means you don’t mind sharing a bed? Unless you want me to sleep on the floor.”

“You really think I want you to sleep on the floor after the amount of time we’ve been apart?” Your response makes him smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you in for a hug, his hand caressing the top of your head. “I’m really sorry. I know I messed up. And I’m sorry I can’t be there for you all the time.”

“I know. It’s okay. You’re doing your best, and that’s enough. I know you’re working hard and you’re busy. But… I’m hoping we can still try to enjoy ourselves for the time being.”

He pulls away to look at your face, being confused about your sudden switch up.

“Yes, I’m scared, yes, my life is probably going to be in danger at some point, but I did not come to see you just to worry about this and our relationship going public. It’s out there now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I know I was panicking about it a few seconds ago, but I’ve come to terms that it happened already. I forgive you. And honestly, I’m glad that you’re that comfortable with me to say it in front of thousands of people.”

“I’m sorry–“

“You’ve apologized enough. It’s okay now.” You cut him off, going onto your tip toes to kiss his nose. “Can we order something? I’m hungry.”

“You didn’t think of doing that before my live ended?”

“I was gonna ask you, but I felt I intruded already.”

After that whole fiasco, people found your social media accounts, some of them even following you, flooding your comments with nothing but sentences that had the name Felix in it at least once. You got a few death threats even, but you tried to not let it get to you too much. It made you a bit paranoid, but the more you went out, the more you forgot about them.

Articles were written; Tiktoks and edits took over your feed about the ‘mystery girl’ or ‘Y/N’ behind the camera that gave Felix heart eyes whenever he looked at you. Eventually, they found out what you looked like, and though you were expecting insults, you were instead given compliments.

Pretty, adorable, beautiful… words that made you feel comfortable to be a part of Felix’s life publicly. He never brought it up during conversations or interviews unless another person did, which, he was very cautious with what he was saying.

You had your fair share of hate. It bothered you a little bit, but then remembered the only reason they hated you was that you had something they didn’t: Felix. His love and affection, his admiration and attention. It boosted your ego unhealthily, but you weren’t gonna get all full of yourself over it.

He wasn’t necessarily open about his relationship. He wouldn’t bring up the topic himself; usually someone else would have to. He would answer any questions, but there was always a limit to them. He was all nice about it though, always asking you after if what he said was okay to share with others.

“‘How’s Y/N?’ She’s good. She’s actually visiting, so I hope I’m not too loud.”

“‘How did you two meet?’ She does camerawork and paid us a visit, shadowing someone else. She always came along for a few shoots in a row, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity so I just asked when no one was looking.”

“You wanna see her? She’s not too comfortable on camera, so I don’t think–“

“Felix, do you want this?”

You look at his tripod set up, then his surprised expression, as if he’d seen a ghost. “What’s wrong? Am I interrupting?”

“Nothing. What is that?”

“It’s a grilled cheese. I put the last of your gochujang in the butter.”

“Ah, thanks, we needed to get rid of it somehow.” You eye the camera. “Your face isn’t showing.” He clarifies, allowing you to walk into frame, letting him take a bite of the sandwich. His eyes light up, enthusiastically nodding. “It’s good!”

“Do you want it? I’ll make another one for myself.” He nods, taking the plate from you. “Thank you!” He says, mouth full as you walk out the door. “Look at this, guys. You guys summoned her, now I get good food.” He bites into it again, visibly enjoying the simple sandwich you made. “I love my girlfriend.”

The clip went viral. It’s now one of Felix’s iconic moments, and the first of your own.

You two were certainly romantic, private and in public. On the occasion you’d post photos of the two of you together, and you were also open about it if you were to do lives together. You weren’t in every live, but he invited you once and it was fun, so you were open to other opportunities.

You kept your hood on, which hid your face a bit well enough on camera.

“Y/N, what are we making?”

“Rose tteokbokki.”

“If you don’t know already, my girlfriend is an amazing cook and she gives me food sometimes during some of my other lives.”

“Then Felix makes brownies after and it’s a full meal.”

He notices your amount of clothing, greater than his. “Why are you wearing your hoodie? Is it not warm?”

“I’m hiding myself, I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of when you’re so pretty.”

“I cannot believe you’re flirting with me in front of over a hundred thousand people.”

“They deserve to know.”

His hand rests atop your head, his fingers gently gripping the hood. You let him take it off, fixing your hair right after. “Isn’t she pretty?” He shows you off to the camera before you hide your face in his chest.

You sat in an innocent little bubble tea shop, scrolling on your phone when you get a call from him unexpectedly. “Hello?” You greet, sipping on your drink. “Y/N, do you wanna come backstage after the concert? Feels like it’s been forever since I’ve last seen you.”

“Probably because it has. Can you really do that?”

“Chan’s parents and siblings are coming, and they’re going backstage, my sisters are coming too.”

“I mean, I’d like to, if it’s possible.”

He chuckles. “I’ll see you there.”

“Love you.”

There’s a brief pause, and you think about hanging up.

“Love you too.” He mutters, ending the call. It wasn’t very ‘professional’ of him to be calling his girlfriend when he should have been out there practicing, but he’s been kept from you long enough. He just couldn’t help himself.

And besides, he’d do anything for you.

As if it were a coincidence, it turned out you were sitting next to Hannah, who greeted you with a hug when she saw you sit down in the seat beside hers. Now you were sitting in your nosebleed seat, eagerly leaning forward to stare at the screen, the sudden random play dance coming on.

From your knowledge, a camera would focus on a certain fan in the audience, mostly in the further back, said fan having to follow one of the boy group’s dances. This would usually come on mid performance, meaning the members would be watching as well.

You’re so engaged staring at the screen, excited to see who’s on next that you don’t realize that it’s you. “Y/N!” Chan says, looking over at Felix. The choreography for God’s Menu begins to play as Hannah forces you up onto your feet, cheering you on.

You hand her your lightstick and place your bag down, forcing yourself to get over it and just do the dance for the few seconds you’re on screen. In your opinion, you did pretty well, judging from the screams that erupted from every inch of the room. You do the ending fairy, leaning against the railing again with a hand under your chin, sending a wink and a flying kiss across the arena. You immediately get shy, hiding your face in Hannah’s shoulder.

“Wow.” Felix starts, feeling Chan pat his back. “That’s my girlfriend, everyone.” He points in your direction, the arena flooded with screams as Felix’s ears and face slowly go red on the screen. You feel your own face heat up as you cover it, Hannah shaking you uncontrollably. “He’s blushing!” Han teases, pointing at your boyfriend’s crimson face. “C’mon, man, say something to her!” Chan says, ushering him closer to the edge of the stage.

“Y/N, I love you!” He holds a finger heart up, sending a flying kiss back to you. Your face goes warm at his bold move, yet you feel pride that he’s comfortable to do that openly in an arena full of his screaming fans. “Don’t cover your smile, you’re beautiful.” The screams somehow get even louder, and you feel as though a million eyes are on you as you wave your lightstick gleefully.

“Aww, so sweet!” Seungmin adds, poking at Felix’s open affection.

“Do you guys wanna know what Felix does? He scrolls through her photos sometimes before practice and he comes back all red. His excuse was that warm up was tough on him.” Chan exposes, though isn’t immediately stopped by his friend. You laugh at the thought, it being heartwarming at the same time.

You wait with Hannah, her parents, and Felix’s family after the concert, seeing Chan walk out first and greet his family, then you. “Felix ‘s coming, just grabbing something.” You nod, letting him reunite with his family for the time being. You smile at his feuding with his sister, feeling a tap on your shoulder.

Felix is standing right behind you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and you practically jump into his arms. “Geez, I’m so sorry, I smell so bad.” His sweat makes your hands cling to him, yet when you look at his face, it made him all the more attractive. Still smelly, but somehow sexy at the same time. He had a towel on his shoulder, wiping his sweat off as best he could. He pulls away to greet his mom and his sisters, taking their pictures for them. You watched in awe how sweet their connection was and how close they were.

You overheard his mom talking to him before they left. “Treat her good, okay? You don’t want to lose her.” Your heart melts, now aware you’ve truly earned his mother’s approval. He walks over to you, stopping to simply admire you, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear.

“My god, you’re beautiful. I’ve missed you so much.” He mutters, the words making you blush and jump onto him for a long awaited kiss. One of those long, cheesy movie kisses was a way to describe it, but who cares if it was cheesy, you finally got to kiss him after months of being away from each other. “Loved your dance, by the way. When’d you get the time to learn that?”

“Circumstances. Figured it’d be best to be prepared.”

“You did fuckin’ amazing, then.” His hand covers his mouth, eyes widened in shock. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“You aren’t live anymore, it’s fine.”

“Still felt wrong.”

“Do you guys want me to take a picture of you?” Hannah appears out of nowhere, startling you. You nod, handing her your phone, posing for a couple pictures, feeling Felix’s hand on your hip the entire time. “Alright, now kiss!” Hannah says jokingly, Chan shoving her shoulder.

“Seriously–“ You get cut off by Felix’s lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Hannah eagerly takes photos, even when he pulls away, simply staring into your eyes as if he could see a whole world behind them. “Can you post that?” He asks, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Am I allowed to?”

“I’m the one that asked.”

That was a yes.

When Hannah hands your phone back to you after scrolling through the photos, she says, “You know I was joking, right?” You huff with a smile, staring at the photo of the two of you kissing. “If Felix was given a chance to kiss me, he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.”

missed this goofball <3 love you always and forever, lixie (ps i love ur abs)

YALL R SO CUTE

AWWWW

i want this SO BAD you dont understand

that should be me

SHE IS SO PRETTY

tbh felix same id fold too

HAHAHA CAPTION IS SO REAL

“Have you been doing that for every show?” You ask, Felix running his fingers through your hair. “Doing what?” His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back. “Showing your abs. Lifting your shirt up and shit.”

He chuckles, his smile so pure talking about such a suggestive topic. “Yeah, why?”

“You’re telling me if I went to your Korea concert, I would have seen your abs there too?”

“You can see my abs anytime, Y/N.”

“I can?”

“You’re my girlfriend, of course you can.”

“Well, I don’t see you enough to see them that often but–“ When you turn back, his shirt is lifted up, showing them off in the middle of a Sydney sidewalk at an ungodly hour in the morning. You yank his shirt back down, Felix laughing almost too loud. “How indecent of you.”

“If indecent is what it takes to make your face like that, I’ll be it all the time.”

“Shut up.”

“You know you like it.”

“Maybe I do, so what?” You turn your face away from him, feeling his fingers rest under your chin to face you towards him again. “So… show me that you like it.”

“Felix, I am not having sex with you in the middle of the sidewalk at one in the morning.”

“So you’d have sex with me if we weren’t on the sidewalk?”

“I don’t think I can even have sex with you. At all.”

“Who’s stopping us?”

“Your fans. Your company.”

“They don’t have to know.”

“‘lix–“

“I know, I know. I’m just joking. Maybe when this whole idol thing is over.”

“It’ll be a while, then.”

“Hope you’re still in love with me by the time I’m 30.”

“I’ll always be in love with you, ‘lix.”

“Really?” He stops in front of you. “Really.”

“You promise?” He holds out his pinkie finger. You hook your own with his. “Promise.”

And he kisses you. Again, and again, and again.

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i wanna be where you are; feel so close though you’re so far, you’re my girl. 🎧

[iznsfw]

A very fluffy lovemaking session in bed with Eunbi

Birthday Blues

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

8464 words

Categories: happy birthday to the best baby ever, roommate!Eunbi, gentle sex, first-time sex, mutual feelings, praises

I already write this girl too much, but what can I say? I love her. Happy 27th birthday to my princess, and I hope everyone who hates her suffers miserably.

Here's a fluffy piece that has been in my drafts ever since like, last year. Due to the rush, it is not edited at all. Not one bit.

The hands of the clock that hangs from your wall has told endless hours already, but you could still hear rustling from her part of the bed: a white duvet covering a curled up girl, presumably crying. No, scratch the "presumably"—how is it probable when you can see the tears staining the duvet, hear the cries that cannot be supressed any more?

But you don't ask why. You don't ask if she's crying again because of it. You only gently withdraw the covers from her sobbing frame, kiss her tear-streaked face, and ask: "Let's play a game?"

Kwon Eunbi is huddled beneath the bedclothes, drowning in her own tears. But when you arrive, she gazes up at you with those large soulful eyes, and whispers a broken: "Yes, please."

The affirming nod she gives you is one that only comes five seconds after. But you know that no matter how many times you ask her, she would always agree to play with you.

You hate seeing her cry. It just has such an effect on you that just hearing the tremble in her tone makes you want to break your own heart.

And when she raises her arms so you could lift her up, your heart hurts even more. You wrap her in your arms the best you can, but you can't help but notice that tonight's hug feels weird. She has always been clingy, but this hug is tighter, harder. She buries her face in your neck and locks her legs around your waist as if she's afraid someone will take her away.

You wonder if her instinct is right.

But again, you don't ask. You never do when you know it will make her cry even more.

You let her cling to you for a while. There's no need for any rush to do anything. Tears should never be chastised when they wish to flow.

So you bear it. You bear the abundant tears spilling down your shoulder, the helpless whimpering right beside your ear, the tightness of her arms around your neck. Even if your heart hurts just feeling the weight of her sadness on you.

Your hand rubs her back comfortingly while your lips leave soft kisses on her neck.

"Gongju." Patiently kiss the side of her head. "Gongju-yah, let me set up the switch first, okay?"

"Th- tha... " She struggles to say the word. Red fills her face as she stops trying to say it and just talks in what's comfortable for her. "Kansahabnida."

"Don't worry about it," you respond softly. "Don't worry one bit."

There has always been a bit of a language barrier between the two of you. Though Kwon Eunbi knows basic English, she is far too shy to try and conversate with you in it. On the other hand, the Korean you know is too amateur to be able to speak with her properly in it. But words aren't necessary to communicate; just looking into her big beautiful eyes tells you everything you need to know.

And sometimes, just calling her your "gongju"—your princess—is enough.

The colorful television screen once the game is set up is reflected in her tears. You don't remember the name of this game, but all you know is it's her favorite video game, so you immediately know which one to select out of all the choices present in the television.

Sinking back into the comfortable plush seat, you assemble the controllers-one red and the other blue-and hand her the red one, her favorite color.

"I don't want to make it blue," she had told you the first time you played Smooth Moves with her. That is why you have accepted that your controller would be blue from that day on.

Eunbi climbs onto your lap and leans into you completely, her back meeting your stomach and chest. Your hands circle and meet at her stomach so you can play the game along with her while also protecting her from the cold night with your arms.

The gray jacket isn't enough to make her warm, it seems; she is still shivering. Or maybe those are shivers from her sobs. You could still feel her shaking even as the night grows darker and her hands begin to fiddle with the controller. You desperately want to ask her if it's the same thing again—the same thing making her cry—but you don't want to see the tears roll down her face again. So you never say a word, and only focus on the game at hand.

You don't yell at her when she holds you back from winning the game early. You don't complain when you fail the level because of her stopping to sniffle a few tears away. You'd play these stupid cartoon games with her a million times if it would make her happy. If it would make the tears stop even for a while, if it would make her smile.

This level, however, is difficult. This is a game of helping people move out from their homes, and this particular person you are assisting is a farmer. So now instead of furniture, you are forced to launch squealing pigs into the moving truck and squawking chickens behind hay blocks so that they don't escape. Eunbi bites her lip in endurance and presses her thumbs deeper into the buttons of the controller.

Your character's hands grip onto a pink yelling pig and jumps over the blocks of hay, much like the cow would over the moon. Wait, how could the cow do that when Eunbi's character is struggling to even pull one out of the mud?

Alright, five more items left. You have already helped her out with the long table beside the truck and the first cow. Now all you need to do is get the chickens.

Yes, caught one. Now you just have to—ah shit, it escaped! You run over to the pig pens to get it, only for you to end up in a puddle of sticky mud that hinders your speed. What makes it worse is how loud and active the chicken is; it tries to fly out of your hands and causes you to turn in endless spirals as you attempt to bring it to the truck.

"Alright, I got the hen," you tell Eunbi finally. "Why don't you get the—"

"Hnghh."

Huh? Was that a hiccup you heard from Eunbi?

But then you hear another, then one more. It continues till you hear a string of sounds that turns out to be laughter.

Your heart leaps to your throat. Eunbi is laughing. She is laughing because of the squawking sound effects of the virtual chickens.

You start to laugh a little too; hearing a happy sound come from her makes your heart swell with wistfulness and love. Wistful love? Yeah, that's kind of what you feel. You love hearing her adorable giggles, and you long to see her remain happy.

And so you are forced to resort to absurd measures:

"Bok. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

You imitate the sounds of the chickens.

You even flap your arms like one. You sound ridiculous, but the bewildered look she gives you and the laugh she lets out prods you on.

You squawk, you holler, you cock-a-doodle-do. Soon, she's laughing, choking on her own tears and shaking her head in disbelief at how stupid you sound. She punches you in the chest lightly to get you to stop, but you continue-louder this time.

"Eunbi-ya. Bok, bok, bok, bok."

"You are so..." She breaks down into even more hearty laughter. "Stop!"

"Bok, bok, bok. Bok-aaack!"

The timer begins to run out and the sounds of farm animals start to get louder. But Eunbi never stops laughing, and you never stop squawking. In just a matter of minutes, the two of you transform into  immature sixth graders, wrapped in cackles at the mention of anything slightly improper or slightly abnormal.

It goes on until the two of you are laughing too hard to continue the level. Eunbi's eyes are on you still flailing around stupidly, while yours are on her face to see her reactions. All you see is pure unbridled laughter overtaking her features.

Oh well, guess you aren't completing the farmer stage after all. You promptly shut off the television with the remote control and tug the controller dangling by its strap off Eunbi's wrist. You combine your controller with it and set them on the table in front of you, internally reminding yourself to place it back in its case later.

Eunbi is still giggling at what just happened, so it takes a few mentions of her name to divert her attention back to you. But it only takes one call of her favorite pet name for you to have it back.

"Gongju."

She turns to you with a soft smile. She likes it. She likes that little pet name you have for her. It means "princess", which is why she likes it so much.

"Hm?"

"Are you happy?"

"Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. You see those thoughtful eyes gaze up to the ceiling—as if every answer to all the questions in the world can be seen up there—before she leans back into your chest. Finally, she replies, "Yes, a little."

You smile, both at the fact that she is happier now and the lisp that is prominent when she pronounces her S's. "I'm glad."

"Huh?"

"I am glad. Happy, happy because gongju Eunbi is happy."

"Ah. Thank you. Thank you and... I love you."

I love you.

Eunbi has been your roommate for some time now. She was introduced to you by Kang Hyewon, a friend of yours, who warned you that she stayed up all night singing but wouldn't say a word when it's time for a conversation unless she's particularly close with you. You told her that that was alright—you'd make it work, you said.

And there and then you discovered that Kwon Eunbi is a sweet girl, always asking you in broken English if you wanted dinner ("I will cook you tteokbokki, if you like," she'd say meekly with a shy grin, "is that okay?") and cuddling you to sleep after she wakes you and complains about a bad dream. Sometimes, when she gets home late at night, she would rest her head on your thigh at the sofa, letting your hand smooth her hair while she sleeps. You'd listen to her ramble in whiny Korean about how bad her day was, and though you understand little, your instinct is to tell her: "It's alright, you don't have to do today again, gongju. It will be alright."

Then you realize...

"I love you too, Eunbi," you tell her finally, pinching her cheek. Tears are slick on the pads of your fingers. "My princess. Now can you tell me what's wrong? And why you cried?"

She smiles cheekily. "I forgot."

"Eunbi."

"No I forgot, really! Because we, we were playing and the thoughts goed away."

"Went," you correct her gently.

"Yes, went! And... you are a good boy. A good person who makes me happy. And..."

She pauses, then suddenly gets flustered. Overcome by anxiety that fires up her emotions again, her lower lip starts trembling.

"I'm sorry!" She rises from your lap and shakes her head vigorously. Tears start to fill her eyes as fast as her heart thumping against her throat. "I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean to—"

"What? No, it's okay!" You quickly get onto your feet as well, taking her hands in yours. "Why are you crying?"

"Crying because I thought, I thought—"

"Thought what?"

"You... don't like me back, right?" Eunbi asks you, her eyes filling up with tears. "You like Hyewon, right? I know you like. I'm sorry."

Despite her broken English, you immediately understand the message she is trying to get through to you. And when you get it, you are stunned, almost as if she has slapped you in the face after boldly calling you every existing insult in both the Korean and English languages.

"Wait, what? No! Is this why you're crying?"

You tug onto Eunbi's wrists and pull her back to you when she tries to leave out of embarrassment. When you look straight into her tearful eyes, you immediately know that you've suspected right; she is crying because she thinks you're in love with Hyewon.

You desperately attempt to clarify everything to her. She needs to know what's factual about your feelings. Fuck the damn language barrier for not letting you express yourself in better words. Fuck whoever made up the Korean alphabet, fuck anyone who contributed to its making.

"Of course I like you, Eunbi!" you tell her. How could you not, with that sweet pretty face looking up at you that matches her even prettier way of loving you? It's impossible to hear her voice calling out to you whenever she needs help—whether it's a lid tilted too tightly for her to open or help in translating her thoughts to English—and not want her for yourself.

You steal a kiss on her forehead and place your hands on her tear-streaked cheeks. "I like you a lot! And, and Hyewon and I—Hyewon and me—are just friends."

Eunbi looks a little confused, adding confusion to the mix of emotions overtaking her right now. "J-just friends?"

"Yes, just friends. I don't like her that way, gongju. I like you."

"But how?" The sullen tears in her eyes return. They threaten to slide down her pink cheeks. "Hyewonie, she is so pretty..."

"So what? You are too!"

How can she not see that? She has the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen; you can go on and on about how your heart skips a beat whenever they look up at you. And those lips... God, she doesn't know how much you love to stare at them.

"I like you, Kwon Eunbi," you declare so she could hear you loud and clear. No mistranslations, no misunderstandings. "I like you, and you only."

There. It's finally official—you confessed your feelings to her at last.

But then she gives you the most adorable look of both shock and confusion mingled together, wide eyes looking into yours as if she wants to say something but the words die on the way out of her parted lips.

Those lips.

Those lips you've looked at for too long than you are dignified enough to admit. Those lips you've wanted to kiss but ended up not doing so because of how cowardly you were. How scared you were that she might not understand. Because what if she thinks you're weird? What if she becomes scared of you, thinking of you as her weird overly affectionate roommate with bad Korean?

But then here she is, a mess of tears because she likes you back.

And in this very night, with the moon as your audience and the sky the limit, you realize that a face like that is too pretty for you to not kiss.

You can't help yourself. Fuck it, life is too short to hold yourself back on anything. You lean in and brush your lips against hers.

It's a brief one, obviously still riddled with uncertainty. But just having tasted her sweet lips is already enough for you.

You've done it. You stare at her for a while, not knowing what to do after that. Should you leave? Apologize to her?

That's when Eunbi whines.

"Again."

You don't pause to think and kiss her again. But it still isn't enough for her. Although her cheeks are red with shyness and excitement, she blurts out, again: "Again."

The princess gets what she wants, whenever she wants. Kiss her again, this time with a little more passion. Eunbi whimpers in surprise when you slip your tongue in between her lips, all while they are locked with yours. Squirming because of the heat radiating in her body, she tugs on your shirt and stands on her tiptoes to enjoy the kiss.

Smile a little at the hands wrapped around the fabric of your shirt. You put your own on the sides of her face, gently angling it sideways so your noses don't meet each other while the backs of her knees meet the edge of your shared bed.

And suddenly you are on top of her. At this position you can see Eunbi panting, looking up at you with those puppy eyes you've always adored and loved, not quite sure what to do.

"Oppa," she says nervously. "Oppa."

"Yes?"

"Will we do..." She blushes just thinking of it. "The thing?"

Cutie. This is why you are so in love with her.

"Well, if you like. And if you do, don't worry about anything. I'll take care of you, gongju, okay?"

She gives you an affirming nod. Smiling widely, you gently lift her shirt up. Now the hem rests on her collarbone, freeing her two plump breasts. You aren't surprised at the lack of bra; Eunbi feels comfortable enough with you to go without it.

But is she right now? You look up into her face to check, and are relieved to see only flushed excitement in it. Now assured by her consent, you resume what you are doing.

You kiss one of them eagerly. You particularly enjoy how the perfect pair of tits feel now that you are fondling them. They're round and soft, kind of like pillows. You long to lay against them forever.

Tentatively take one nipple in your mouth and you hear the first moan come out of Eunbi. The sound of her cute high-pitched moan drives you crazy, and now you are even more determined to get more out of her.

You squeeze her right boob and circle its pert nub with your thumb while your tongue does so to her other one. Eunbi squirms and cries out, immediately slapping a hand to her mouth to chastise her helpless sounds.

You release her nipple with a pop, coating it with a sheen of slick saliva. But you start sucking on it again, even when your hand already finishes its fondling on her boob and trails down to the pit of her stomach.

Eunbi squeezes her eyes shut tightly and begins to whine. "Hm, hahhh, oppa!"

"Yes?"

"Gentle, please, they're sensitive. But"—she gasps as your suckle on her nipple and bite down on it a little—"but do not be gentle too. Because... because..."

"Mwah. I get it. I'm sorry, gongju."

"T-thank—hanghhh—!"

More pretty moans spill from her lips when you rub hot circles on her thigh. You thank God that Eunbi chose to don that miniskirt today; besides being eye candy for you, it also helps you get her more excited by slipping your naughty fingers below the skirt.

Eunbi moves her hips onto your fingers, trying to get you to feel her thighs even more. You give her what she wants; you see no reason not to, now that your devilish eyes gaze down Eunbi's infamous "honey thighs."

You pepper kisses all over her chest. She would have giggled if she were not so wrapped up in arousal.

"Tell me, Eunbi-ssi," you begin, nuzzling her pretty neck. Your soft voice makes her shiver. "Have you ever had someone touch you like this?"

"Almost. And I said no because it began rough." Eunbi pouts. "I don't like that."

"Do you want me to be gentle then?"

"Gentle but not gentle for this time. Then next time, a little more rough."

"Next time?" you ask teasingly. You can't help the large smile on your face.

"No! I mean, yes! But..." The blood rushes to Eunbi's cheeks. "But if you want, and you still like me."

"Of course I'll still like you." Press a kiss to her stomach that tenses beneath you. "Open your legs a little for me, please?"

She does, albeit shyly. The miniskirt effectively slides up to her hips once she does, allowing you to see the soaked panties in between the fullness of her pale thighs.

You are a little stunned to behold her thighs in their full glory. They look perfect to fuck your dick in between, seeing how soft they are, but that's for another time.

Definitely another time; Eunbi is beginning to whine in impatience. "Please, just put it in me," she begs you, squirming her hips upwards. "Please oppa, I'll be good."

Your heartstrings feel like they were knotted together; she's just too cute. How could you not give her what she wants?

You undo your zipper and belt until your pants fall to the floor. You haven't gotten laid in a while (not that that's something you'd like to admit), so the nakedness of your lower body feels a little more foreign than what you usually feel, especially with Eunbi's curious eyes on your dick.

Now you lean over her, with her thighs splayed apart and your hands planted firmly beside her head on the mattress.

You are about to pull her panties aside when you are met with a sudden kiss on your lips. Surprised, you turn your attention back on Eunbi, whose grinning blushed face already tells you that she is the culprit of the mischievous affection.

"Eunbi? What was that?" you inquire, the two of you sharing the same stupid grin.

She covers her face. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop. You look very handsome."

"Don't apologize. You can kiss me whenever you like."

"Oh, oh, thank you. O-oh!"

Your member rubs her covered clit. Heat creeps to her stomach. Eunbi squeals and covers her mouth, biting into her own palm when you finally push yourself in.

Heavy pants replace her whimpers. She flinches whenever you try to fill her even more. You could see tears in her eyes at this point.

"Too much?" you ask in concern.

"Sorry. I d-did not expect you to be so big."

You would be lying if you say that didn't make your ego bigger.

She gathers more of her fingers in her mouth to bite on as you start to move. It isn't really doing much of a change since you could still hear every one of her husky moans, but you don't complain one bit; it just makes your cock swell further. And that could either be more pleasure or additional pain for Eunbi, whose tight slick walls struggle to take the thrusts of your shaft.

It's both hot and satisfying to watch your dick penetrate her. You can see how her wet folds part to welcome you and feel her walls do the opposite; they squeeze hard onto you, as if they are trying to keep you out. But you know from the additional slick that gathers in her core that that's the last thing she wants.

"Hm, hangh!" Eunbi is beside herself, sucking and biting on her fingers to keep herself from being too loud. And what really fires you up is the way that despite how hard she suckles or bites, she never fails to maintain eye contact with you.

"Please- ahh, shibal!"

It finally falters when you place a fervent thumb above her clit. Eunbi absolutely melts in sensitivity, her moans suddenly becoming rambles of incomprehendable Korean as drool starts to leak from her mouth because of how hard she's sucking on her fingers.

Her helpless sounds of pleasure urge you to go faster. But even as you aim even faster sharp thrusts into her wetness, your mind keeps repeating a constant reminder: Gentle!

Soon Eunbi's fingers are soaked in her own saliva, almost wounded because of her teeth digging into them. Her moans vibrate against her digits, and are ultimately freed when you gingerly pull them down from her leaking pink lips. Now they aren't stuffed with anything, unlike her lower lips.

You pause your thrusts for a while due to the ever lingering worry that she might hurt herself. "It's alright, you don't have to bite," you tell her.

Her heavy breaths manage to create a reply: "No?"

"Of course you don't have to. You can put them here instead, so you it gets easier, okay?"

You pull out for a while so that you could gently lead Eunbi's fingers to replace your cock. You figured that it would be gentler, and would help amplify her pleasure later on instead of hurting her.

"B-but I like oppa's more," she says half-heartedly as she eases her own fingers into herself. She whimpers softly. "Hmm, even if it's too big."

"It'll feel better if you use your fingers for a while, I promise. I don't want to hurt you."

"It does..." Eunbi's mouth falls open at the feeling of her own fingers filling her up. It's nothing compared to the size of your erection, but it still makes her heat up. "Mmph! Not hurt too much! Only a... a little, but I still want—"

"It's alright, we can take it slow," you whisper. "Take it slow."

Slow. There's no rush after all. None. Just the slow sensual trail of kisses down from her neck to her stomach can already make her moan helplessly. Kissing the inner sides of her thighs results in making her a whimpery skirmish mess.

Her adorable whines make you giggle. But you choose to end her suffering and place your lips right where she actually wants them:

Her lips.

That's all she's ever wanted. You wonder why you ever assumed that she was only obliviously spacing out whenever she looked at yours—when her head rested on your lap and she'd look up at you with a strange curious gaze, the days you'd find her staring at your lips in your shared bed after a long day.

How did those moments never make you at least wonder?

To have to love quietly is the worst feeling. You kiss her on her lips and smile when her cheeks becom two roses blooming with first love's red. One more smooch and then Eunbi finds herself feeling empty without a kiss on her skin every other second.

And it's adorable watching the expressions on her face change from a giddy blush to one of ecstatic pleasure from her fingers. The butterflies in her stomach alternate with the heat. Sticky arousal accents the trembles of her thighs that shudder around your hips.

"Oppa?" she asks meekly, after a little while of kissing and fingering. "I want you now, please."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," a nod, "if you kiss me a lot. I've always liked that."

You hold up your end of the bargain: nothing too rough, just sweet kisses. Even when the tightness at just the head of your rod makes you want to ruin it, even when the sudden rush of wetness feels heavenly. Eunbi's lips are pursed in labor. Her eyes gleam with tears. "Haaangh, it's so big."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Slow, please," Eunbi requests in a broken voice. "Thank you. I love you." Her breath catches in her throat as the remaining inches of your member stuff themselves inside. "Gentle, please."

"Of course. I love you too. Thereee you go."

You're completely inside her, although it took a few tears to achieve that. By then, her lips are stuck in an eternal pout that silences her whines. Air drags itself slowly out of her nose as she tries to get herself to relax, but the slick walls that surround your cock never easen. At least, not enough for it to be comfortable for her.

"Please," she says. She kisses you urgently on your cheek, then on your lips. "Talk to me, please."

"Hm?"

"Talk, please." She grabs your shoulders with a grip that almost thins out the bones in them. You wonder how such small hands could do that. "So it will not hurt much."

"You know we can stop this if this feels bad, right?"

"No, don't stop." She gasps with each thrust, closing her eyes to bear the impact. "Just talk. So it feels calm. Like how you tell me nice things when I cry."

If your heart can smile just like your lips, you're sure the grin would be as wide as day. You remember the days she'd cry after getting too frustrated, may it be about her feeling getting hurt or a particularly hard English lesson, and how you'd hug her like a teddy bear and tell her it would be okay. That you loved her and no stupid failed English class would change that. Of course, she understood little, only nodding along to your words and burying herself in your jacket, but somehow, she knew you were trying to make her feel better. Even if most of the words weren't really things she understood.

You were glad that even with a foreign language she was afraid to speak herself, she felt safe with you. She only needed the smooth comforting tone of your voice, and your lips on her forehead.

So it wouldn't hurt to talk her through this, would it?

Of course it won't. Kiss the worried downturned direction her eyebrow takes and hum into it softly, before your feelings have completed the process of translating themselves into words and gentleness.

"Hm? You know I love you, right, Eunbi-ya?" You slow down your pumps, choosing the words she knew and used and uttering them carefully too, so she can really understand how much you love her. "You're always so sweet. I know it's hard for you to tell oppa nice things in English, but the way you just try to do it makes him smile so much. You're just so adorable."

"Hangh, that's so..."

Her voice sounds orgasmic. Surprised, you look down at the worked up Eunbi blushing beneath you. "You like that?"

"Mhm." She nods eagerly.

She's starting to relax now. Though the delicious tightness still remains, the extreme difficulty to move has gone away. You begin to slide yourself in and out more effortlessly, letting the tightness be more pleasurable than uncomfortable.

Pick up the pace now to draw out more moans from her. You reap what you sow; Eunbi's cute noises of pleasure start to reach your ears and effectively bring your member to full hardness.

"Mmm, such a sweet girl. It must be so tough trying to be bold enough to tell me you like me because of Hyewon, right?"

"Yes! So... good, oppa!"

"I'm sorry that oppa made things so hard for you, Eunbi-ya. I'll try to be better,now, okay? I'll be a good oppa because you're so... fucking... sweet."

Emphasize each word with a rough thrust. Eunbi's legs quiver around your waist as you draw slick out of her that become sticky liquid on her thighs and bed.

"More..." she mewls, in a voice so weak and soft that you might have not heard it if you weren't so close to her. With time, she finds the pain of being stretched out to be addictive, feeling herself burn up with the constant penetration of her tight hole.

You hump the slick virgin pussy with a newfound determination. Your cock swells inside of Eunbi's warm cunt and exits, but only feels the raging desire to go back in again.

You're pumping her a little more roughly now, but you keep the pace at a moderate rhythm that she can take easily.

Tilt her chin upwards and let your gaze meet her nervous one. "You love oppa calling you his sweet girl, Eunbi-ya?"

"Yes—! So much!"

"I bet you do. I can feel you clenching down on me. You're so cute when you whine like that, Eunbi-ya. Are you still that shy around me?"

"S-sometimes." Her eyes flutter close, and she lets out another pitchy whine. "But, but I still like you so much, oppa! Please kiss me a lot, please, please—!"

One kiss on her cute face per thrust through her entrance that releases healthy amounts of slick and wetness. That's the policy you've set, but you still find yourself breaking it, greedily thrusting more than you should and kissing three more times on whatever red skin that arrives below your lips. However, you maintain the easy rhythm you set as promised. You fear that if you don't, her poor privates would be too sore after this.

"Please, please, please, please..." Eunbi's face turns redder and her sex clings onto your limp shaft tighter. "Please, it feels so hot."

Eunbi is beside herself, but in a very good way. She loves how tight her stomach becomes when your slick girth enters her, and she's not afraid to show it.

Even with her unsilencing pleads, you make your sweet talk clear. "Everything about you is so pretty, gongju. So sweet. I wonder what would happen if I touch this cute little nub right here... hm? Oh, I never knew you could shout that loud, Eunbi-ya. Is it okay if I keep doing this...? Is it okay?"

Eunbi slaps her hand to her mouth, in a state of utter disbelief, because how can something feel this good? How can your words ignite such want in her? And in the midst of your sexes joining and your hand working on her clit, why does she still feel so safe?

Her palm deafens her screams, along with the broken gasp she let out when you begin to deftly rub her bundle of nerves up and down. Her legs join and are blocked by your busy hips, and her own rise high in the air. You never stop sweet-talking Eunbi, and although people like to label the words you whisper as "sweet nothings," they are the opposite to her: they're everything. She thrives on the tone of your voice and the drive of your hips, moaning senseless Korean and needy phrases of pleas. She loves the way you can make her so worked up, and also put her at ease with just a few sweet kisses. God, the one you place on her collarbone feels so much hotter than the others for a reason she cannot think of. She's constantly being veered to the edge by your consistent pumps.

You watch all those adorable expressions on her face change from needy to ecstatic to blissful in a span of minites. It turns you on so much how blushed her cheeks are, and how she can never meet your eyes without getting shy. Even at this point, she's still the same girl. Still the same princess.

"You okay, princess?" You let up on the stimulation on her clit when she's crying a little too loud. "You alright?"

In a fit of gasps, she nods. "Yes! I'm okay. Eunbi's okay."

"Want me to go slower?"

"A little..."

You feel as if a knife was just slashed into your heart. Did you hurt Eunbi? Was it too ambitious for a first time and maybe she was too afraid to tell you?

You stare into Eunbi's red, sweaty face and caress her cheek worriedly. "Did I hurt you?" you ask urgently.

"No... no, you did not." Eunbi closes her eyes for a few seconds, taking the time to breathe. She places a hand on her chest, which rises and falls to the rhythm of her pants. When she opens them, she gives you a small smile, round eyes shining with tears. "Don't worry, oppa, okayyy?"

She pats your cheek and lifts herself a little to kiss you again softly. She settles back on the bed with a giddy little grin. You have to purse your lips and look away to stop yourself from laughing at how adorable she is.

"Alright. You... god." You have to take a few breaths too. Your body is aching. "You still want to continue?"

"Yes, please."

Once you've gotten her explicit consent, you realize you are getting tired of standing. Your legs are starting to ache. As much as Eunbi felt amazing in this angle, you are guaranteed to shamefully fall to the floor if things continued like this. And you really don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest crush. Not when you've gone this far.

An idea enters your mind. You take Eunbi in your arms, leaving her even more flustered, and set her on your lap as you sit down on your shared bed. She stares at you with her fingers pursed nervously in between her pretty lips, wondering how to act.

"Is it fine if we do it like this? My legs are killing me."

Her eyes are wide with concern, but then she figures out the idiom, slowly but surely. It's still something that she struggles with in English. Eunbi nods affirmatively.

Her legs shake, both from nervousness and the previous session, as they part. You guide her movements with your hands on her hips. However, she looks afraid when it's finally time for you to take her. You can see her anxiety in the shaking of her hands on your shoulders.

"Can I do it slowly, please?" she asks.

"Of course."

Eunbi takes in a deep breath, taking assurance from the rubs of your thumbs on her hips. They stutter a little once your tip and the lips of her pussy touch. You have to take in a deep breath to let the pleasurable sensation wave through you properly. And you have to breathe in harder at the sight of her bountiful breasts before you. They're truly eye candy, but they're not as pretty as Eunbi is.

That beautiful face of hers scrunches up in pain while yours does so in delight. She's even tighter in this position. However, for her, that's a large con. Her lower lip is starting to tremble.

"Hey, hey," you say, before you kiss it softly. You look deep into her teary eyes. You wish you can cast some sort of magic spell to take away those tears. It just hurts you to see her in pain. "Are you okay, sweetie? Do you want to stop?"

"Nooo, but..." She breaks into tears, and you so want to hug her tight and tell her it's fine if she doesn't want to do this right now. She has told you the opposite, but it still hurts for her.

She sits back on your thigh in defeat. You hold her tight and kiss her tears away. Her back shakes with sorrow, so you try to calm it with rubs of your hand. Eunbi's in such an unhappy state that you want to cry yourself.

"I want to, oppa," she tries to tell you. She wipes her face with her sleeve, rubbing the tip of her nose against it. "But it hurts like that. I do not understand... it did not hurt too much a while ago."

"If you want, I can just use my fingers," you say. It's fine to deny yourself of your own orgasm, just as long as she isn't hurt. "Do you want that?"

"Noooo. Just... please, let me do—" Eunbi stubbornly straddles you again, lifting her hips above your tip. You can't stop her once she puts her mind on something. You know that by now, so you let her sink down on barely an inch of your cock. Her pussy tightens even more, however, with each descent. She's frustrated; you can see it in the huff of breath she makes to the strands of baby hair that hang in front of her face.

But one thing Kwon Eunbi also has is determination. She relies on your soft whispers of "careful" and the tingly hot feeling she detects when she feels your appendage pulse. So she allows herself to fall further downwards, repressing the pain with a tight shut of her eyes, until she's almost taken it all. There's just one last inch.

"Clever girl," you sigh. The careful penetration, and oh god, the face she makes while doing it, has left you more than hot and bothered. She's gotten so soaked, and her breaths become more ragged with each exhale. "Clever girl, Eunbi-ya."

Eunbi, happy with the small milestone, lifts her hips again. "Hunghh, clever?"

"Yes. It means... ugh, it means smart. Quick to learn. W-witty."

You rack your head for easier synonyms to make Eunbi understand. But whenever you're almost at a new one, she interrupts your journey with a delicious squeeze of her cunt. And now, she's taken your cock till the base.

"Ahh, thank you, oppa. You're... witty, too."

You chuckle, then curse after she dips herself in a way that lets your cock truly and deeply feel how tight and wet she is. "Am I? God, Eunbi, you're so hot."

She giggles. Oh, she knows the meaning of that word. "You too~ But you're also very handsome. I... I like that about you. Makes me feel safe."

It's such a casual, sweet conversation that a watcher can immediately forgot that you and Eunbi are literally having sex. If one were to watch you in your bed right now, they'd be drawn to your adorable conversation, and not the appeal of Eunbi slowly learning how to ride you, or even her bouncing breasts. It's in this moment you learn the depth of your love for Eunbi. Sure, you've sometimes stopped and thought, "Wow, I really love this girl," but in this particular time, you actually see for yourself how you want her. You want her for her adorable laugh and witty replies to jokes, her effort to learn something even if it's difficult, the prettiness of her smile, and just her beautiful heart in general. You want and love everything about her, including her perfect traits and the imperfect ones that always manage to gleam in equal perfection to you.

Your heart just swells with appreciation for her. You hope that someday, she will love herself more, and in the way you do her.

Eunbi doesn't hurt anymore. She's slowly but surely quickening the rise and fall of her ass on your lap, making the bed create creaks that fall in sync with her movements. She purses her lips every once in a while, appreciating the good feeling of your dick piercing her and rubbing all the good spots, and soon, her moans resume.

They're soft. Adorably soft and sweet. Even the pitchy ones are good to hear. She tries to keep herself quiet, keeping it down to whines and gasps, but the way your cock curves and swells deep inside her triggers such ecstasy that she's constantly exclaiming. You groan too—her body fits perfectly in your hands. Her curves glide satisfyingly underneath your palms. And although her slick hole holds the natural virginal tightness that is occasionally inconvenient on her side for your size, you love it, too.

"It's... so... good, oppa," Eunbi says to you. Her voice is battered with pleasure. "You are so big inside me. It feels so good now. Y-you are so good. To me."

Kiss the smooth land of her chest, leaving one at the coast of her collarbone. Then, you especially give some to the large mountains that are her two perfect breasts. She hums pleasurably in return.

"Of course I'm good to you, Eunbi-ya," you singsong. "You're the sweetest and  prettiest girl I have ever met."

Yes, she is sweet, in every way and form. Her voice is as sweet as honey, as cliché as it may sound. Her attitude towards you and life is, too. And of course, who can forget her small and pretty tight hole, which welcomes you gladly and clings to you so as you may never exit.

Pretty is an obvious adjective for Kwon Eunbi. She's prettiness itself. Prettiness personified. To list everything about her that is pretty is like trying to list every word there is in each language, Western and Eastern, old dialects and new, unpopular and well-known.

"Ohh... you really mean it?" she asks. "You're really kind." Overcome with affection, she hugs you, leaving you free to take over her sides and bounce her onto you by yourself.

"Oh!" Eunbi gasps at the sharpness of your thrusts. She clings to you needily. "That... that feels so good, oppa. P-please keep doing it, please."

"Of course I will," you coo. Bounce your thigh as well to aid in the satisfying hump of Eunbi on your rod. "Anything else, darling?"

"Hah- ohhh." Even though you can't see it, you're sure that her eyes are lulling to the back of her head. "Faster, please, oppa? I promise I will be good, please!"

Eunbi makes long, whiny hums of pleasure against your shoulder. The girth of your cock, which once hurt her and even drove her to tears, is now the very thing that's making her moan happily. She circles her hips and helps you in slamming herself down in order to get more of you. She hears your grunts, and just the sound of them makes her so wet that she does her best to please you, kissing your neck of her own initiative and pressing her body flush against yours.

"It's... so... big, oppa. C-can I try something, please?"

You force yourself to stop. God, you were already so close. Try to hide your frustration, but Eunbi can read you like a magazine. She reaches up and kisses your forehead. "I'm sorryyy," she tells you. "I just want to do something, pretty please? Now that it does not hurt?"

"Anything for you."

"Okay. Ummm.... lie down, please! That side so it's comfy!"

You shift and back yourself down onto the bed. In this position, Eunbi is on top, taking her turn to show you what she's learned.

"Good. Tell me if it feels good, okay?"

"Sure thing. Be carefu—oh fuck."

Her technique is one thing that's enough to make you swear, but another is the curve of her body as she places her hands on your hips, and starts slamming her hips down on you. Oh, and the lip bite she does... where did she learn that?!

Eunbi throws her head back, losing herself in the pleasure. With the help of the view of her casual miniskirt riding up to the top of her ass, and her pussy slick and tight around you, you're brought to heaven.

"Hngh! Ahhh, does it feel good, oppa?" Somehow, she finds herself concerned. Her pleasured, cock-hungry expression slightly pairs with worry. What if she's doing it wrong? It's only her first time after all, and she's only doing what she thinks you like.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl, Eunbi!" you moan out. Your hips stutter on occasion, finding her pussy in vain even if it only withdraws for a split second. She's riding you so good, so perfectly. "Just... fuck, come here, gongju."

The classic nickname leaves your mouth to make way for Eunbi's lips and tongue when she leans down. You can feel her shudder in delight that she's doing it right, and it's so fucking wholesome and adorable that you hold her close to you, only allowing her butt to move away so it continues the thrusts.

Lock your lips with hers, holding her face in your hands. You smooth back her dark hair so you can feel her pink cheek and kiss it as well. Her worry causes her to awkwardly do nothing as you kiss her, but that's alright. You know she's nervous. One step at a time, as the folks say.

"Mmm, did I do it right?" Eunbi asks in between kisses. "Did I make you feel good?"

"Yes, of course you did. Perfectly."

"Ohhh, thank you, oppa! You curse when, when something is good or bad, so I had to make sure."

You laugh despite yourself. Despite you having the ultimate urge to passionately and fervently make love to this woman, with the other kinky things involved. Despite your doubts and worries about other problems in the back of your mind. Despite the love in your heart almost bursting out and onto her.

"God, I love you so fucking much, Eunbi."

"I love you too. Thank you. Thank you." Eunbi's lower body starts to jerk continuously, and her mouth opens in a small "o." "Hnghhh, oppa, it feels so hot! P-please!"

"I got you, baby. I got you."

You hold her tight and guide her through her first actual orgasm with a guy. Waves of pleasure ride through her body. She squeals loudly as she humps your cock desperately, overwhelmed by the hot feeling that started out in her clit, then spreads to all parts of her body. Her cry of pleasure deafens out yours. She leaks her nectar onto your appendage while your cum shoots deep inside her, making her feel warm all over again.

The two of you gasp intensely. Your breaths are hot against each other's numb skin. The bed is wet from your lovemaking, too. Make a mental note to change the sheets in the morning, and put a towel on it next time.

Next time?

You don't think about that for the time being. For now, you hold your girl in your arms. Her tired body lies on top of you like another blanket.

The two of you lie silence for a few minutes that feel longer than they are supposed to be. But they aren't awkward at all. Instead, they are precious time you spend basking in each other's warmth. As a wise man once said, the night is still young. There's no time that is wasted or will be.

The two of you are getting sleepy. You already see Eunbi trying to stay awake, in her own adorable way. So before any of you can doze off to dreamland, you press your lips to her skin and inhale her natural, baby-like scent.

"Happy birthday, princess," you whisper.

In spite of her own exhaustion, Eunbi smiles widely. She looks up at you in surprise. "You remembered?"

She's getting better with the past tense. She gets better in everything, actually, with each day that passes.

"What, you thought I'd forget?"

"No..."

"Come on, Eunbi-ya, don't lie to me." You playfully nuzzle her nose. It tickles and makes her giggle. "Is that why you cried earlier? And not just because of Hyewon?"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Huh, you'll give her that. And you'll talk about all those stuff later in the morning. For now, you cuddle Eunbi like a stuffed bunny toy to accompany you in your dreams, and hold her hand to commemorate one that has just come true.

[tohsri]

3some 💀

so this is my first fic, on tumblr, so i don't know how things work. however i have read some fanfiction in the past, so i guess i have a bit of experience. warnings ig: reader is described as a female/self insert, porn with plot, fingering, virginity loss (even though reader has the dirtiest mind), cough coug implied 4some, it makes no sense (it's a dream ofc it don't), characters may (will) be ooc (hmph) minors dni!! 18+

we only had a week before the big project. while i could hear satoru's voice happily chattering with a friend of his downstairs. it slightly bothered me that he wasn't up here studying with us.

"geto, is the presentation okay?" i leaned against the hard wooden chair, peeking at the unfinished presentation.

"mhm. i think satoru should be able to remember most of this, without looking at the screen too often."  he replied, lifting his hands off the keyboard and putting them behind his head. "by the way, where's toji?"

"hey, zenin, ya gonna help?" toji only scowled, muttering a "why should i" as he walked away grumbling.

toji was part of one of the most feared gang of this school, always rebelling against the teachers, never attending events, getting into fights in between the school buildings, and the scar that were plastered on his lips had pretty much proven a point.

you were genuinely taken aback on how geto talked to him so carelessly, as if toji couldn't beat the shit out of him with full force. toji looked like he didn't care anyway.

you focused your mind back to the presentation, helping geto point out mistakes.

"here, you spelled this wrong. lemme help." you leaned further, pushing geto to the side a little bit as your hands moves all around the keyboard. "maybe you can rephrase this to sound more formal."

"anyways, you continue working on the presentation, i'll go make some drinks for both of us. what do you want?"

"just some water please, thank you." he smiled softly, nodding his head as another thanks.

you went downstairs, dragging your hands down the railings to see satoru still smiling and staring at his phone.

"gojo, at least come help with the last bits of research.." you said in a whiny tone, making a cup of hot chocolate and pouring a glass of water for geto. "you've been on your phone this entire time, can't you spare a minute studying?"

"no can do~" he giggled, eyes still glued to the screen. "maybe if you stop giving me the longest parts of the presentation whenever we're in a group together."

"fine. study the last part and i'll give you the 2nd shortest." you grumbled. "but you have to edit your own part, save me and geto some work."

"now that's way too much to ask from me. you know what, i'll edit half my part." he gave you a shit-eating grin, knowing you couldn't help but give in to his words.

"half. that's the limit, now come upstairs and do research."

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"there are other ways to protect the environment, like reduce wasting plastic, participate in cleaning up beaches- uhh, whatever that's called, and other stuff. we'll search it up online."

"pff, nerd." geto teased, placing his arm on gojo's shoulder like an armrest.

"hey- get your hand off me!" gojo smacked it off, crossing his arms. you couldn't help but laugh at his puffed-out cheeks. unfortunately, he noticed. "what's so funny?!"

"n-nothing." you tried to calm yourself down, putting a hand over your mouth.

"i look that cute, don't i?~"

"you look like shit."

before gojo could say something, toji interrupted. "hey enough you two, let's just focus on the project so we can get it over with."

"let's decide on the roles first. of course, i get the introduction and conclusion, geto you get the 2nd shortest, toji 3rd shortest and gojo gets the longest."

"why's it always me who gets the longest? come on, give me a break for once~ you said i could switch with geto if i studied!"

geto glared at you. "what did you tell him?"

"exactly what he said." you laid back, with hands behind your head on the floor.

"alright, but you better repay me for switching." geto smirked.

"wh- why?! gojo never asked for anything!" you sighed. "fine. if you want me to pay," you whispered as you leaned closer to his ear.

"i'll pay with my body~"

geto looked as if he were about to explode right there, his face completely turning a tint of red. even the tip of his ears were burning with embarrassment.

"wait, what did you tell him?! i got to get this on camera!!-"

"shush gojo, it'll only work for her." he muttered, not enough for you to hear (or so he thought).

"anyways, how about a sleepover? so after a proper breakfast we can continue the project immediately." gojo suggested. "i already asked my parents, so i guess you're sort of obliged to let me stay."

you rolled your eyes. "you're lucky my parents aren't home, they would kick you out." you couldn't help but giggle at your own words.

"alright, we finish this topic up and then tomorrow we finish the rest."

-------- "alright, it's late. who's sleeping in the guest room?"

"me." toji grumbled, tugging onto his sweatshirt.

"there's only a bed and mattress in there, so one of you sleep in my room." you spoke up, putting both hands on the ground.

"i will." gojo and geto said in unison, as they both turned to each other.

you sighed, facepalming yourself. "you know what, sorry, one of you will sleep with toji-san. no offense."

toji just grumbled, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"geto, is it okay if you sleep in the guest room?" you looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes, and he was dragged away by your looks. he had no choice but to give in or else you'll (fake) cry.

he sighed, heading downstairs with toji to the guest room as gojo smiled excitedly.

"rest in peace, suguru." he laughed and you swore you could hear geto say 'shut up' halfway down the stairs. it made you giggle.

"i'm gonna get changed. i'm not sleeping in jeans. you aren't gonna sleep in your uniform either, so i hope you brought clothes."

after you and gojo had changed, you turned on the air conditioner and slept next to the window. despite the air conditioner being turned on, it never reached your spot which made you basically sweat while gojo got the enjoy the cool air.

you waited for a couple of minutes until it was dead silent, and removed the blanket above you. tiptoeing across the room, you had finally got snuggled in your cold bed. you sighed contently, but then realised gojo was right next to you, thankfully asleep.

until you felt a hand wrap around your waist and bring you closer.

"hey, stay on your side..~" he whispered teasingly, hugging you as if you were a plush.

"gojo, let me g-go. i'm just hot."

"mm, being here with me will only make you hotter." he muttered, pressing against your body. his warmth combined with the cold air felt perfect.

you just laid down in silence, enjoying being held in his embrace. however, tension was growing between the two of you. you two barely even knew each other in school (except for the projects you were partnered up with), and it was getting awkward.

eventually, you had managed to doze off into a deep slumber. you felt uncomfortable between your thighs, and it was making you wet.

you had opened your eyes, feeling gojo's cock slide inbetween your thighs, followed with his irregular panting. your panties and short pants were down at knee level, and the whole thing caught you off guard.

"sorry princess," he gasped out the name, and for a second it felt like you two were dating. "i got hard from you, is it okay if i use your thighs? or maybe even that sweet pussy.." he licked his lips at the thought of it.

flustered and basically paralysed, you could only let out a nod as his tip rubbed at your clit. all you could do was moan and whimper as he used your body to his heart's content.

his thrusts only got faster and sloppy, and without warning he came on your bedsheets.

"sorry again. i couldn't handle it," he chuckled, grabbing his cock. "i'll wash it in the morning. that okay with you?"

you had no idea what came over you that second, but your two fingers scooped up a part of his cum, sticking it into your mouth.

"oh fuck, that's hot." he nibbled on your earlobe, licking the back of it.

"can't help it, 'toru."

"call me that one more time and you won't be getting an ounce of sleep tonight."

"alright alright, just.. sleep. i'm tired."

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fuck, i'm thirsty.

you quietly walked downstairs, carefully not to wake anyone, grabbing the water bottle that was conveniently placed at the side, taking one big sip as you quenched your thirst.

you didn't feel sleepy. at all. i guess the only thing you could resort to was watching anime on the tv. unfortunately, the only tvs that were available was the one right next to your room, or the one right next to the guest room.

eh, too late to go back upstairs.

you turned on the tv, lowering the volume all the way to 0. how boring it was, watching your show with only subtitles. whatever, it wouldn't hurt to increase the volume a bit.

careful not to wake the two sleeping boys in the room next to you, you increased the volume by 2. well, better than nothing. only the chances of their waking up to you watching anime at 2am.

you watched for a good 15 minutes, trying (struggling) not to talk in the middle of the show, or fangirl whenever your favourite character came on.

you were interrupted by the sound of the guest room door clicking. toji.

"hm? what are you doing up this late?" he said in a softer, yet a raspy voice.

"watching anime. couldn't sleep."

"i get that too." he mumbled. "do you have a lighter?"

"brown box on the counter."

"thanks." toji headed outside, shutting the door as he lit his cigarette on fire.

you opened the glass door, taking a sip of your water bottle. "i've never smoked before. have you burned your mouth on the inside?"

your question made him chuckle. "no. never done it before. i only smoke when i'm stressed or feeling like shit."

"had a nightmare?" he only nodded, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

you just continued watching your anime while toji stared into the sky, dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it.

"do you want one?" he spoke up.

"no, i don't think i want to." you smiled, sighing. you closed your eyes for a while, until you felt an arm around you.

"is satoru awake?" you recognised it. geto.

"no. he's sleeping.." your memories with him a few hours ago came back, causing your cheeks to flush red.

"i heard that zenin go out, woke me up from that dream."

"what dream were you having?"

"maybe a dream about you."

you blinked, processing the information. "w- wha?"

"speaking of which, you still haven't repaid me yet.. what was it? your body, hmm?" he smirked, pushing his knee against your covered clit, causing you to let out a small moan.

"it w-was a joke, geto!" you couldn't help but moan as his touch, as he continued to grind his knee on your sensitive bud of nerves.

"oh? so you don't want this?" he stopped almost immediately. "but you're so wet~"

"n-no, please geto, want m-more.."

he hungrily pulled off the shorts and panties, revealing your already wet pussy. "lemme have a taste, good girl."

his tongue repeatedly lapped at your juices, pushing his tongue into your hole. he swears even the slightest movement of his tongue made you clench around him so tight.

the thought of the lewd act only make your bundle of nerves twitch, and you were so close to release because of how talented geto's tongue was.

"are you close?" he pulled away, breaking the string of mixed saliva and cum. "i wanna hear you beg for it. aren't you a good girl?"

you merely nodded. gathering the words stuck in your throat, you finally spoke. "p-please geto-kun.. w'nna cum, needa cum, i'm a good girl.."

"mm, you're quite obedient." he grinned, sucking on your bud gently. you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans. "mmn, g'nna cum! g'nna cum- ah!"

geto placed his mouth on your pussy, letting him taste your cum. he swallowed it all, but you were too tired to notice. you rested your head against back, panting heavily.

you were too tired to even notice toji standing right behind the couch.

"geto. got room for another?"

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you suddenly found yourself manhandled by toji, on your hands and knees, sucking geto's cock as toji thrusted into you from behind.

"fuck, this pussy is tight." he grunted, balls slapping against your sensitive clit. "squeezing my cock so well, huh?"

you couldn't even respond properly. you just nodded and let out muffled whimpers, moaning into geto's cock from toji basically slamming into your cervix so often. his thrusts was kept at a sloppy pace, only stopping to give a harsh slap to your red and glowing ass. "fuck, you don't know how long i've kept staring at his plump ass. your tits are fucking amazing too, built to be just like a whore." he kept degrading you, maybe even squeezing your tits playfully.

"but she's such a good one, isn't she? taking our cocks so well just like a slut." he ran his fingers through your hair so affectionately, pushing your head further down his cock. "c'mon, c'mon. just like tha- fuck!"

without warning geto had already sent spurts of sticky cum down your throat, filling up your mouth. he pulled his cock out, admiring the sticky mess. "swallow." one word was all he needed for you to do so. "good girl. zenin, mind changing positions? let me see her tits."

toji flipped you over, your pussy still wrapped around his throbbing cock. after all, why wouldn't toji want to see the view? the next thing he knew he was completely focused on how geto pinched your erect nipples, making you whimper from the overwhelming sensitivity.

geto pulled out his phone, taking a good photo of your fucked out expression lying on his lap. "god, imagine how much satoru would pay for this. this fucking beauty right here. hey, maybe you should call him down so we could enjoy this beautiful body for ourselves."

oh, one more person joining this would only make it hell for you. you couldn't imagine the damage that they would leave you with for days. as much as you didn't want that to happen, you could care less about the consequences when you were this needy. the thoughts you had were so fucking lewd but you couldn't handle it.

"fuck, gonna cum, let me cum inside?" toji interrupted, letting you regain your consciousness back for a second.

"'m not on p-pill, wait!-"

"don't w- fuck!! don't worry, i- ain't gonna. just lemme fuck your pussy a lil' longer, alright?" he panted, thrusting a few more times into your pussy before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach and chest. "fuck, he's right. you're such a good girl. liked being praised huh?"

you only nodded before you finally passed out from exhaustion.

  AFTERMATH

"fffuck, what a fucking headache. what was that-.." you glided your hand over the leather, realising you were still on the couch. you removed the soft and fluffy blanket above you.

"geto-kun." your voice softened at the thought, blushing at the possibility of it being toji too who gave you this blanket. you noticed you didn't feel sticky at all either.

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[lambertdiary]

hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended. 

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something” 

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl. 

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?” 

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back. 

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn��t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring. 

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her. 

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous. 

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal” 

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay” 

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way  “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room. 

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned. 

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

[juminsmysticmc]

RFA x Mc watching Titanic

So TikTok is filled with edits of Jack and Rose and gosh - I loved this Movie so much, that I even had a Titanic Shirt and a Mug of it. And a pillow and a poster. Okay now - enjoy the first Headcanon after my Hiatus.

Jumin

,,Blankets, Snacks, Drinks. We have everything!“ you clapped your hands as Jumin led you into the private rented cinema.

It was the 25th anniversary of the movie Titanic and even though you watched it a few times back then when you were younger, Jumin Han never did.

However, this was going to change and you were excited to get his reaction.

Well, you couldn’t check on him at all because you were bawling.

You were holding his hand and his other arm was holding your waist as you tried to muffle your sobs.

Seeing so many people not being able to escape made your heart tremble.

Jumin was rubbing your palm, trying to calm you down, but the movie made you always react the same - crying like crazy over fictional characters.

Jumin was still silent, eyes set on the screen.

No reaction was shown until old Rose went to sleep and Rose and Jack met again at the stairs.

Only then you could hear his sobs when you gasped for air.

He was crying.

Thick tears were rolling down his cheeks.

You quickly wiped off his tears, looking deep into his eyes.

The music was still playing loudly but you could hear his words.

,,If the ship we’re on was ever to sink, I would react like him. I would gladly drown in ice cold water for you,“ he confessed, making you sob even harder.  

Zen

,,I don’t think I will like it,“ he mumbled when you pulled him towards the entrance of the cinema.

It was in the movies - how couldn’t you go?

You fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio aka Jack when you were fifteen and now you could finally watch him on the big screen.

Even in -

,,4D?! Hyun, we have to!“ you gasped and before he could say anything, you paid for the tickets.

Zen afterwards insisted on buying popcorn and drink and since this was a long movie, he bought the biggest bowl.

Sweet popcorn of course.

The movie began and you remembered just how much you loved the sight when Jack stood behind Rose.

Her thinking she was flying… just everything was perfect.

,,It‘s sinking,“ he gasped, Rose and Jack were holding onto the railing, the blonde woman let go and crashed into darkness.

Suddenly you heard someone sniffling and - it was Zen.

He sobbed and tried to not let the whole cinema hear at that point that he was devastated.

,,He‘s dead, isn’t he?“ he asked you, after Rose tried to shake him awake.

Now both of you were bawling your eyes out.

No one was as loud as you guys were.

Luckily, both of you thought about bringing sunglasses with you in the middle of February because your eyes were swollen red, tears smuggled your mascara and you guys just looked hilarious.  

Yoosung

,,I don’t want to ugly sob in the cinema,“ you begged Yoosung who was just purchasing tickets online for the cinema.

He laughed, trying to tell you that it would be alright, but he never watched the movie so how could he know?

He was wrong.

He was the first of the both of you to sob.

He was the one who actually sobbed into your arm.

,,There would have been enough space for him!“ He argued on the way to the car. Yoosung was holding his red glasses as he tried wiping off his tears.

Your lips were still trembling from the hiccups as you shook your head.

,,There wasn’t enough space. It would have-”

,,So you would have let me die in the cold water if it was us?“ he asked you.

With disbelief you smacked his shoulder.

,,I wouldn’t need you to survive now let’s go to dinner,“

Well, the both of you had the same discussion over and over until you even searched up a documentary if Jack would have fit on the door.

Jaehee

,,Oh, that’s the movie everyone’s talking about,“ Jaehee said after she came from the shower, getting under the blankets in your bed.

,,Yeah, Titanic. I remember how much I cried after seeing Leonardo DiCaprio in another movie, happy that he at least was alive,“ you chuckled to yourself.

,,Why, does he die?“ she asked you.

With that you knew that you just spoiled her and that she never watched Titanic.

Business was booming at the moment, and for Valentine's Day you had so many reservations that you feared the cakes for that day wouldn’t be enough.

Still, you decided to keep that one day in the week closed and used that free day to drag Jaehee to the cinema in Seoul and watch Titanic with her.

She guessed that upon hearing of his death, she wouldn’t be that sad.

But she was so wrong.

Seeing how much they loved, how impossible it seemed, intense and deep their love was, and how big the loss afterwards was, Jaehee crumbled.

She sobbed as she held your hand and couldn’t imagine that someone other than Zen would have such an impact on her.

However, Jack had.

Saeyoung

,,As if I am paying for an old movie,“ Saeyoung laughed as he hacked god only knows what and who.

He managed to get the movie started on the TV and honestly you didn’t care as long as you could rewatch the movie.

Saeran at first wanted to literally piss off into his room but you - despite it being Valentine's Day - didn’t allow him.

Instead, Chinese Food was ordered, the three of you sat down on the red couch, you got a blanket and tissues, and you all watched the movie.

The twins for the first time and you for the fourth?

The movie began and everyone was quickly absorbed into it.

You were almost laying on Saeyoung who was tickling your arm while Saeran sat next to you, his feets over yours.

At some point both of them got rather emotional.

,,They’re just kids…aren’t they all the same?“ Saeran asked you, his eyes showed pure…sadness.

,,She‘s going without him! She‘s saving herself!“ Saeyoung gasped when Rose was about to get saved with her mother.

You stayed silent…and when she jumped out…

The real sobs were beginning now.

For the three of you.

Until the movie finished.

ᗰᗩᔕTEᖇᒪIᔕT

28.02.2023 // 22:00 MEST

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Hoist The Colours

Oh boy, we're heading into the big ones now!

Hoist The Colours was uploaded on September 18, 2021, and features Jose Rosario Jr in his second collaboration with Voiceplay. This one stunned a lot of reactors (one of them, Dennis King of King Family Reacts, literally got up and left the room after the video was finished because he had been rendered speechless by it!), and the video currently sits at 4.6 million views (close to 4.7!) (EDIT/UPDATE: as of the night of the 8th of March, it's now at 4.7, close to 4.8!). So without further ado, let's get right into this one, and hope I don't have to start paying attention to my screenshot count!

Can you believe this was only Cesar's second (full-length) video as a full-time Voiceplay member? Because wow

(Also interestingly enough, Rick Underwood is credited with makeup in the video description (shoutout to Rick!) but no one is credited with costuming, so did everyone just acquire their outfits themselves or what?)

Geoff was in charge of the video creation for this one, as well as doing the arrangement, and he worked together with Eli for the lighting design, so big shoutout to Geoff! (And as always to Eli the lighting whiz)

OKAY a few things to talk about here

First of all, love the set design, it's like the Little Mermaid Medley but on steroids and more pirate themed! Also love the horn-playing skeleton on the left-hand side of the screen (took me a while to notice it ngl 😅)

And of course the outfits/costuming! I can't really think of a lot of things to say individually right now, but there was 100% a lot of thought and effort that went into the clothes (even if the description won't specify who acquired the clothes. I'm going to assume Geoff, since the overall video credit goes to him.)

Oh hey it's my blog banner/background, or close enough to it at least! (Hoist The Colours has a decent few very cool visual moments that are totally screencap-worthy, and of course that's what I'm here for - to point them out!)

Geoff may play the villain (or otherwise just-generally-creepy/spooky/scary guy) a lot in videos, but as of the last few years at least, Eli's often been looking like the one that you really don't wanna pick a fight with. (Also cool ring, and is that fake scar tissue on his head?)

This is a better shot of everyone's outfits actually. A few notes on everyone (except Eli, who I just talked about?)

Cesar: Very ghostly, especially with the cloudy contact lens in one eye. Love the white coat/jacket, and love the pop of colour with the red sash! Also what is he holding/shaking? I thought it was a set of old-fashioned keys, but it doesn't look like it.

Jose: The "captain" of this "motley crew", obviously. Cool coat, and love the sword.

Layne: Not too much going on with his outfit, relatively speaking, but I love the bit of eyeliner under his eyes, and the fake scar on his cheek! (Seriously Rick did a great job here, as he always does)

Geoff: Wearing at least two necklaces, and in true Geoff Castellucci fashion, he's got the top two buttons of his shirt undone (well, gotta show off those necklaces! 😉😁). ALSO, bonus thing that I literally only just realized after taking this screencap, is that Geoff has "VP" on his right arm, done in a way that makes it look like like scar tissue I believe.

That is seriously a very cool and very smooth transition. Who edited this? Was that Geoff too? (Also Crazy Eyes Layne!)

As I figured, one of the necklaces Geoff is wearing, the gold one, is for costume purposes, and the other one, the silver one with the diamond-shaped pendant, is the necklace from Kathy that Geoff basically never takes off (bless him <3 )

I think Cesar's holding old-fashioned shackles/handcuffs or something?

Hang on that skeleton on the left lost his little horn/trumpet and got stabbed?? 😅😂

Yeah Layne had fun in this one I can tell 😁 (also his vest is more detailed than first appears! Very nice!)

What a really freaking awesome shot/moment. In terms of "money shots", these two might in fact be two of the most awesome stills from any Voiceplay video ever (or so far, anyway).

He's got charisma, I'll give him that (also cool necklace!)

How are they just an independent acapella group that make YouTube videos that we can all watch for free? Like seriously, this is top tier stuff (both in terms of the video and the song cover itself), but this wasn't even Voiceplay at their peak! Voiceplay doesn't have a peak! They don't stick to a lane, they take "risks", they get creative, they will sing pretty much anything, and it works

Voiceplay says in the description "we may have gotten a little carried away with this one", but honestly would it really be Voiceplay if they didn't?

Anyway, I've got many more awesome videos ahead of me to write about, so stay tuned!

[pxperplxnets]

ik u just posted the aurora x paul imagine (which is amazing btw 😻) but could i request something where driver!yn, kimi n paul are like a best friend trio? 💖 and the fans love them sm and stuff ahsjidkdnen

summary: y/n, paul and kimi read fanfictions about them.

pairing: kimi antonelli x driver!reader x paul (entirely platonic)

word count: 618

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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y/n couldn't breathe of laughing so hard.

her and her two best friends, paul and kimi were currently laughing at her phone, where a fanfiction about them was projected.

look, they didn’t normally read that kind of stuff, but when she was answering dms and stumbled upon it, she had to show them.

the title read ‘wars for y/n’ and she quickly realised it was about the two boys fighting for her. she found that to be the funniest thing someone could ever tell her, because the guys would never see her that way, they were all basically siblings at that point.

“y/n is mine, kimi, and i recommend you to back off if you don't want something to happen to you on the race” paul read in between laughs, trying his best to sound serious. “never, that pretty girl is mine!” the three of them exploded in laughs as kimi read “pretty girl?” paul asked, going red with laughter “who talks like that?” y/n questioned, trying to breathe.

pablo passed by them, looking at them funny for the way they were laughing. the three sat on a couch that was barely big enough, y/n in the middle and the two guys on the sides, close to her to be able to see the phone. the engineer laughed, pulling out his phone to record the interaction.

“okay, okay, keep going” kimi said as he regained his breath “i’ll be damned if i let you have her” paul continued, making his best ‘book man voice’, how he described it earlier “you will not let me, as she already is mine” kimi tried to deepen his voice “i do not belong to anyone!” y/n read dramatically, swaying her arm and accidentally hitting paul’s face, making them laugh once again. “b-b-but y/n! i burn for you!” kimi exaggerated the stuttered “not the bridgeton quote” y/n wheezed, making them laugh harder.

“you are the object of all my desires!” paul exclaimed, making a recovering y/n explode again “bro this is just plain plagiarism!” the girl rolled off the couch, hitting her head on the floor and causing the boys to laugh even harder.

they continued reading for a while until they all got the same notification.

‘prema_team tagged you in their story.’

y/n opened it on her phone, smiling at the screen once she saw the video of them laughing.

‘only laughs at the prema headquarters @paul_aron @kimi.antonelli @y/nthecoolkid’

later that day, the trio sat on the same couch. both of the boy’s head rested on each of her shoulders as she scrolled on tik tok, liking and commenting on edits that the fans made.

she moved onto instagram, answering dms and sending them a picture of the three, knowing that edits would come out of the recent content.

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bonus!!

“you do not burn for me and i'm not the object of your desires” y/n defended, shedding a tear at the confrontation. “you only want me because you do not want each other to have me” her words struck them like lightning. was she right?

“b-but y/n, i-” kimi was cut off by the sound of a car roaring next to them. sebastian climbed his way out, taking his helmet off as a gust of wind moved his hair. “y/n, i’ve come to save you from these greedy men!” his voice made her smile as she climbed into his car “goodbye, boys! i hope i can see you again.” sebastian handed her a helmet and as she put it on, he drove into the sunset, leaving paul and kimi standing by themselves, looking longly into the distance.

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authors note:

i have no idea what this is but i laughed while writing it so thats good.

hope you like it<33

[marengogo]

5: Marengo & The Rainbow Avengers

Take Two - by BTS  

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

I meant to post this yesterday, in honour of their birthday, but, 24 hours never seem to be quite enough do they? So, here it is, the SUPER-LONG-DETAIL story of how Marengo was unexpectedly saved by 7 Rainbow Avengers, also known as BTS.

CHAPTER 1: MY HEART WAS BROKEN

The date was January 27; 2019. ARASHI japanese boy band that debuted in 1999 got together and in front of a well organised, and somewhat serene, press setting, televised to their fans all over the world including myself, announced that they would go on an indefinite hiatus starting January 1, 2021. Not sure why I wasn't expecting this. This was the first time they every did something like this, and the tell-tell signs had been plenty, but still, had I been ready, it still would have hit as hard as it did.

I remember silently crying, as Ohno their leader and my bias, who is the one in the middle of the above picture spoke and told us how, basically. he was tired and just wanted to spend his time on his boat fishing his days away. Fishing had always been his passion, but he also always dreamed of becoming the captain of his own ship Monkey D. Luffy watch out!. ARASHI had quite a few of their own shows and in one of them (Arashi Ni Shiayagare) we the fans, and the other members, got to cheer him on as he studied to get a licence to drive a boat. He succeeded, got his boat and for the rest of that year’s show he’d take us on adventures with his boat, fishing with famous Japanese celebrities as guests it was still a show after all. Every time he was on his boat he looked so fucking happy. So when he finally made the announcement, yes, I was shocked, yes, I was distraught, but ultimately I was happy for him. Just a whole STORM arashi means storm of emotions really. 

You need to understand, at that point, I had been their fan since 2009. If my Japanese is at the level it is right now, 1/10 of it is definitely thanks to them, since I used to regularly translate all their songs, dramas, shows, etc. To imagine I only started listening to them as a fun way to help me study Japanese … Anyways, back on track … their announcement happened on my 10 year anniversary (their 20th) and I remember the following day coming back from work, with their music in my ears, stopping at a traffic light wanting to cry as I kept thinking about them and right in that moment, I looked up at the big screen and so the following ad:

That evening was the first time I actually EVER seen the boys. Before that evening I had only  heard about them, A LOT,  and now in hindsight I know why. The first time had been some time in 2017, while I was looking for japanese articles to translate, I happened upon one that was about ARASHI, obviously, I got super excited and decided to read it. Only to find out how this journalist was basically describing why according to him ARASHI stood no comparison against this 7 boy band sensation “called BTS”. I was so irritated by that article I didn’t even bother to read their country of origin and for the longest time I decided they were Chinese 🤡. Mind you, I never once thought of BTS even after reading that article, my mind was ARASHI ARASHI ARASHI FOR DREAM! but that evening when I saw that ad I hated them. So I walked away, sad and angry O THE DRAMA! 🤡 but just like the first time I heard of them, I never thought of them again.

2020 rolled in, and just right before COVID, I started exploring new things on the internet amongst which I discovered a certain at the time budding actor and become a big fan not about to give myself out, so I won’t tell you who 😜, Let's call them X. What does a fan with extensive editing knowledge do? Why fan-edits of course! So I started making edits of X, and one day, as I was helping make X trend on Twitter for an event they were attending, on my timeline a particular video kept reappearing. So I clicked:

CHAPTER 2: I WAS LITERALLY SPEECHLESS AND MESMERIZED

Within ARASHI, only Ohno could actually dance, but these boys ... these boys could ALL dance and apparently they also sang, some holding one hell of a tune, and that beat, ooh the entire production…: JUST WOW. I must have watched the video another 10 times at least and all the while it never got old, in fact it only got better with every listen; so I then ended up adding ON to my playlist.

This day was February 25, 2020 and this is the date I unknowingly became ARMY and also the day I celebrate my anniversary on. Now you need to understand, my COVID days were mostly making edits of X, supporting X, trending for X on twitter so at this point I didn’t have the thoughts of wanting to find more about BTS. In my head, I found a song I liked, and thought "cool, I guess I don't necessesarily have to hate them ..." I quickly looked up JUNGKOOK because you don't belt a not like that and act like it didn't happened and kept it moving. 

Couple of days later, I’d start working on my first edit of X which blow up. This edit was was made using this one song I heard on a compilation which was circulating on twitter, it had a “certain dancer named Jimin” doing high kicks. The background song they used was named; UGH!. Sure, the dancer was hella skilled … but that song, I couldn’t stop playing the clip and though it was probably because of Jimin, my brain decided that it was the song can’t believe I found the exact edit!!! 👇🏾

Did I realise that UGH! which took me forever to find as I didn’t understand it was the name of the song at first 😂😂😂 was sung by BTS; as in THE SAME BTS I apparently didn’t hate so much anymore? NOPE. It didn’t even occurred to me because THAT BTS was a 7 member boy band not a hardcore 3 member rap group 😬😬😬. Anyways, I became obsessed with UGH! And as one does when in confinement, I started looking for people who would share my same enthusiasm, and since I had already fallen into the world of reactions on youtube for TV series THANKS A LOT COVID 🙃I thought I’d look to see if there was anyone who would react to songs, in this case, UGH! By the rapper group named BTS still to this point I had NO CLUE that they were the same people… I had to download an mp4 version from the internet in order to do the edit, so I didn't even know if it came from an album or where else and what I found was:

They were hella excited and I really could relate with that because that song always made me wanna turn the fuck up, but most of all, they were black people interested in something asian, and that for me was something I could heavily appreciated. Everyday I kept coming back to watch that reaction because it just made me so happy, and gave me so much energy, so I decided to see if they had any more songs from this rapper group. The first video that came up was their reaction to ON KINETIC MANIFESTO. THE AMOUNT OF DOTS THAT STARTED CONNECTING IN MY HEAD WERE SO MANY YOU’D THINK I DISCOVERED THE THREE LAWS OF EINSTEIN!

You should have seen my face when I discovered that UGH! was on the same album as ON: 🤡. This also made me want to look up the one member whose features really appealed to me the most, not gonna lie to y'all, it was love at first sight: RM. Wanting to know who he was I went on wikipedia, typed BTS and kept clicking every members name until I found him wikipedia has them ordered by age. I started reading about him and chuckled when I found out he was the leader what can I say, i seem to have had a type! aaaand he thought himself english and that made him even sexier in my eyes. When I tell you I spent a couple of days being obsessed with Namjoon 😬😬😬 ...

Anyways, I think a part of me wanted to start being invested, thus, before continuing watching more reactions with FoSquad I decided I wanted to listen to MOTS7, in its entirety, by myself and aside from ON and UGH! The only other song that I absolutely adored was Filter. AND SO began my search for the uncredited female singer that sang Filter, whom I couldn't find anywhere, NOT A SINGLE GOOGLE PAGE HAD THE NAME OF THE FEMALE SINGER THAT SANG FILTER ON ONE OF THE BIGGEST ALBUMS OF THE YEAR. For a couple of days this is what my google search looked like “What is the name of the female singer that sings Filter with BTS”. … 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

CHAPTER 3: A THREE MONTHS BLINK

Not finding an answer with regards to the mysterious Filter Singer and also concluding that the internet was still so lacking on proper representation of Asian artists, rather than me being the one who was dumb AF, I went continued my supporting X life, while constantly listening to ON, UGH! and Filter. Eventually, it was time to make another X edit, meaning I needed to search for new songs and since X was obsessed with BlackPink I decided to give them a chance and at the time the most recent song was SOUR CANDY feat. Lady Gaga. It was very Gagaish I just so happen to really like Gaga and the beat was perfect for editing, so I used it. On top of that, I joined X's I don't remember how many days countdown to the premiere of “How You Like That”. As I said, X was obsessed with BlackPink, hence, I became a Blink for 3 months.

The day How You Like That dropped I was just as excited as X and at the time I was staying with my directors at their place and they became my "covid bubble". The 3 of us were trying to save our company during COVID inactivity, which meant that during the mornings it was an incessant string of calls with lawyers, with rightfully desperate landlords chasing for money we didn’t have, third parties also needed money we didn't have ... basically, just a whole lot of heavy grinding. But in the evening, we'd cook dinner and we’d all watch a movie once we had quickly gone through the most recent Queer Eye season, even Queer Eye in Japan! and after they’d go to bed, I’d step up, talking with my X Twitter GC, while watching other shows and right before going to bed I'd watch How You Like That to get my spirits ready for the next day.

This was my routine at their house, every day from the release of that song, for a good 2 months. When August rolled around I decided to go back home, as the situation with the company seemed at least a bit stable. So it was back to self-distancing by myself and to my own surprise I didn’t feel the urge to listen to BlackPink at all. X was all that really mattered after all, and they had stopped talking about them, for the time being. So one early ass morning on August 21, 2020 I just so happened to be awake and twitter was buzzing with people waiting for a new BTS song to drop. As I was already awake and had another hour waiting for X to appear at their interview event, I decided to silently wait with ARMY; I did like ON after all. Thus, came Dynamite

CHAPTER 4: LIKE AN ECHO IN THE FOREST

It was nothing like ON. So at first I was a bit confused and didn't know what to think, as it was clear that I hadn't understood their genre. Yet, somehow, that boy winking at me at the end of the MV kept making me want to replay the song and before I knew it I was “shining through the city with a little funk and so-oul!”. Eventually, I looked him up and found out that the cute boxy smile boy with the light blue outfit’s name was V. Just as easy a name to remember as RM. By all means, he wasn’t RM, but that smile just was the cheekiest thing I had seen in a while.

But there was another person that was also FINALLY "introduced" to me through this video, the one who was my mysterious female voice and "UGH! dancer": JIMIN. Not sure why it didn’t connect with ON but the second I heard his voice in Dynamite DOTS WERE CONNECTING LEFT AND RIGHT, AND IT WAS FINALLY CLEAR IN MY MIND THAT SHE WAS ACTUALLY A HE, WHO WAS PRETTIER THAN A SHE AND SANG & DANCED LIKE AN ANGEL 🤯🤯🤯. ... Basically Dynamite introduced me to VMIN. 

It goes without saying, my queer-senses were all over the place with Jimin. So, as i usually do, not at all knowledgeable of the South Korean culture, I dove into the internet to ask and see if JM was part of the community: nothing came up. In fact, it was full of people going to a great length to explain why there was NO WAY IN HELL THAT JM WAS QUEER. Funnily enough, as I kept trying to look for connections between JM and the community, all that came up with connections between RM and V and the community (as they had made posts and connected with queer people, music, etc). The strong denying of any sort of connection between JM and Rainbow nation did discourage me a little, NGL. I had spent a year trying to not fall for queerbaiting and I didn’t want it to happen again. However, as I didn’t want to jump the gun since I didn’t quite know them at all, I decided that even though he wasn't a Fred Mercury he perhaps was a Bowie or a Prince. I was okay with that and decided to close that rainbow chapter at that AT THE TIME, BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW WHERE I STAND NOW 🤡. 

The weeks following Dynamite things around X’s management start to look very dodgy and fishy. As a fan you want to be positive, hope for the best, but as more and more evidence was brought forth I had to start to at least dissociate X from their company. This really made me and my X-friends incredibly sad and pretty disenchanted I will admit. Day by day we tried to look at the bright side but, it kept looking rather grim and right about that time somehow I was exposed to STAY GOLD and LIFE GOES ON. Thought Stay Gold wss the one in Japanese, the one that stuck with me was Life Goes On. I remember walking around the still empty studio we hadn’t been able to reinstated none of my colleagues with Life Goes On playing rather loudly. The comfort that song provided me in that moment I will never be able to explain. Is probably the same feeling older ARMY have with Spring Day. Life Goes On came to me in a moment when I really needed to hear those words, gently and promising, like an echo in the forest. 

As it started to become clearer that X was just as cowardly as their company I took a break from my Twitter page, which also just so happened to fall around Xmas time, so I got to actually have a real break with my sibling away from all that nonsense and into a different more secure looking world.

CHAPTER 5: WHO IS BTS?

I spent a good deal of my xmas break watching people's reaction to BTS, their story, their struggles, their MV. Through these reactors and “BTS experts” I was introduced to SOPE. In my baby ARMY experience they came as a set, Ying&Yang, one the opposite of the other, at least this was how majority of the old BTS edits and explaining videos would portray them luckily we now have many updated and more extensive videos out there. While watching all these compilations I also eventually learned all their names and started watching RUN BTS from episode 1 when I figured out tha utmost of the edits were from there I thought “Let’s go straight to the source, if I want to learn really what they are like”. 

The first thing that became pretty clear to me was that for example HOBI and YOONGI weren’t quite exactly like the compilations had been describing them all of them in fact. And it wasn’t like all the boys tried to act reserved or hide certain parts of themselves, they seemed so open that if people paid even just the smallest amount of attention they would know. So for the first time in a long time I found a group that wasn’t giving me doubts, worries … I really didn’t have to think too much but at the same time I knew that if I ever fell back into being depressed from my post-COVIDic environment, they’d also be able to find me down there, because they didn’t seem to shy away from those situations either. 

Going back to RUN BTS real quick, the one thing that it did for me, was introducing me to none other than KIM SEOKJIN. Before I knew it I always found myself following jin on the screen, waiting for him to talk and say a pun or dad joke, or just wanted to see and hear him laugh … I developed a crush for Jin and a small pointy edge every time someone would leave comments on youtube like “why is jin even in this band”, “ there is a reason why Jin dances in the back”. “Jin is not even handsome”. GURL/BOI/ENBY. Taking a break from X meant I would stay well away from Twitter, so I had no idea about BTS proper solos, antis, etc and like a moth to a flame, I’d fall for any troll and start defending Jin against the world. MFers … how dare they disrespected him like that! AND IN FRONT OF ME!

That being said a person called me a Jin-solo in a comment and the second that happened I was about to reply that "Yes I love Jin-" the implications of being a solo, COMPLETELY lost on my Baby ARMY ass but the second i started typing I immediately thought of Namjoon, and then Jungkook, and Jimin ... eventually I thought of all members and realised that I liked each member for different reasons and I couldn't choose one. Further research would eventually teach me that meant I was 0T7.

On my way back from my Xmas break I decided that I would stop associating with X and just move on with life. On my journey back home we were told we had to be Lockdown again, which really depressed me, but as if it was second nature, I played Life Goes On and tried to think of any positive thing. So I got back home wanting to watch more BTS reactions, while listening to BTS and wondering what Jin was doing. And from that moment on for a good month I’d go into my still empty office but this time knowing we could start calling back at least 2 of my colleagues, which made me so ecstatic sit down with my coffee and say “Alexa, play BTS” and Alexa would reply “Shuffling songs from BTS” and ALWAYS the playlist would start with a familiar whistle …

And the rest is history 😜.

So who is BTS? They are the 7 boys that came to my rescue when I felt heartbroken. The 7 boys that had so much skill and love to share with the world and wanted for me to join and not be left out. They are the boys that never pressured me into needing to like them, but somehow were always there when I unknowingly needed them. They are the 7 boys who reminded me that it was okay to not be okay and just go with the flow of things, even if it is against the flow of all. They are the 7 boys that keep trusting us with their everything and all they ask in return, if possible, is to be there, at end of this gigantic rainbow. And that is exactly where I plan to be. I am so grateful for all 7 of you and words could never describe how much I love you.

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY MY RAINBOW AVENGERS.

Always incredible respectfully yours,

Marengo. 

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

Napoleon Review

A look at the military commander's origins and his swift, ruthless climb to emperor, viewed through the prism of his addictive and often volatile relationship with his wife and one true love, Josephine. 

I have been waiting since January of this year to talk about Ridley Scott, Napoleon, a biopic about the notorious French emperor who almost brought Europe to its knees. Outside of some alternate takes and different editing, it was relatively the same film.  This did not surprise me, as I could not see what changes they could have made outside of adding 10+ hours of footage and turning it into a miniseries. 

Napoleon is Ridley Scott at his best and worst. At 85 years old, Scott still knows how to make a stunning historical epic. The sweeping battles of the Napoleonic Wars are enthralling to watch on the big screen and are worth the price of admission alone. However, once the film gets outside of the battles you have a mess of a story that is riddled with all the standard issues of a biopic. Too much story to tell and not enough time to do it justice. 

Napoleon’s life simply can not be compressed into 2.5 hours as it is far too vast and complicated. Because of this problem, the film either glosses over or boils many of his greatest victories and defeats into simple, one-sentence summaries. I wanted to see how Napoleon ticked and how his relationships between his military cabinet, politicians, and the public changed throughout the Napoleonic Wars. How did Napoleon brew up his military strategies and what led him to war? These elements and many more are never explored outside of a sentence stated here and there. Thus creating an uneven film. 

However, the most disappointing element of the film was the short Frenchman himself. I understand this take on Napoleon was meant to tear down the mythological militant commander and show his true petty and egotistical colors. But I believe Scott takes this deconstruction too far as it makes you wonder how a pathetic manchild almost conquered all of Europe. The film forgets that Napoleon was a brilliant military strategist and a charismatic leader. They show these characteristics from time to time, but when he is a buffoon for the majority of it, it is hard to take him seriously. 

I am unable to tell if this was due to the writing, acting, or both. The writing was obviously off, but I can’t help but think Joaquin Phoenix was miscast. He does a fantastic job with the material he is given, especially showing the Napoleon Complex, but he doesn’t feel like Napoleon. He comes across as a pathetic manchild rather than a brilliant military commander who has an ego problem. Sadly, the same can also be stated with Vanessa Kirby as Josephine. Her performance is outstanding, but she does feel miscast as the film greatly misunderstands the divorce between Josephine and Napoleon. If you were unaware, Josephine was 6 years older than Napoleon. So they either needed to age Kirby, like they did with Phoenix, or cast an actress who is a similar age to Phoenix. They divorced not because she couldn’t have children, but because she couldn't have children anymore. She was 54 when their marriage ended, meaning that her childbearing days were long gone. Gone even before Napoleon became emperor. So to cast a 35-year-old Vanessa Kirby as a post-menopausal woman is an insult to many middle-aged actresses in Hollywood who could have shown how tragic their divorce was. 

With those complaints stated Napoleon is still a very entertaining film. As previously stated the battle scenes are spectacular to watch and are worth the price of admission alone. The film is surprisingly funny with slapstick humor and some funny quotes, even when it's unintentional. I look forward to the 4.5-hour director cut as it will most likely alleviate some of the complaints that I have with the theatrical cut. However, even 4.5 hours does not feel like enough time to do Napoleon's life justice.

My Rating: B-

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I want to talk just a little bit about Hobi's documentary. As I expected, it's a music documentary, but one that has the typical BH print on it. Which, as I have discussed in the past, brings a disservice to how they are presenting the group or the solo artist. It's more of a longer Bangtan TV type of content. The issue is that those who work on these projects are not documentarians. And it shows in the lack of style, originality, lack of an actual direction, of knowing how to tell a story, of wanting to tell a story. The Hobi documentary and his journey with his solo album is something that has the theoretic potential for that particular type of doc, but it was mostly missed. The issue is that there's never any sort of depth, of wanting to really explore and not just scratch the surface, of turning it into a meaningful story. Otherwise, it's just a string of clips edited together that follow a timeline. They didn't choose one angle and go for it fully. It was made of bits and pieces. It had information in it, but it lacked the documentary quality of it, they didn't use the medium for the potential it has. Because if they would have done it, then there would have been something to tell there, other than revealing some extra footage of which its only quality was that of being new for the fans.

A music documentary is not just about the music. It can tell a lot of different stories, ones that are connected to the central subject. I think that if we take a look at what type of content BH/BTS puts out, it becomes quite clear that there's a distance there. And that is made possible when there is no one behind the camera interogating and exploring the subject. An actual documentary filmmaker would know how to do this.

And that begs the question of why would they need to do that? It's not necessary, given the audience and based on how the previous docs were received by the fans. Their formula works. It's not enough for me, as someone who is interested in the medium as well.

And speaking of audience, what did surprise me is that the streaming platform didn't influence the way the doc was made. Which in this case might prove to be detrimental if they wanted to enter another market and reach a wider audience. Looking at the entire material, this was more suitable for only a Weverse release. It wasn't a revelatory portret or an introduction to J-Hope. As an audience, I'm supposed to fill in the blanks and know the full context. Which I do because I know about the solo album from previous content and I know he is part of BTS and I have all these details in my head because I have a deeper knowledge as I am part of the fandom space. Releasing the doc on a bigger platform like Disney+ automatically means wanting to reach other segments of viewers, on top of the fans. But that's going to be a bit difficult if some casual viewer, wanting to dip its toes into K-Pop a bit more, would click on it and then they realize the doc doesn't offer much context. It's important to know your audience. Weverse and Disney+ cater to different and various demographics with their own set of particularities. Which is why the doc works on one platform and it will probably be just another random "content" on the other, without having much impact.

If anyone wants to read more about music documentaries and how filmmakers use this cinematic form to tell stories, I recommend this article:

[im-a-matt-girl]

"Camera"

It's ironic, isn't it? That I fell for you, a YouTube star, of all people. I hate being on camera. I don't even take selfies, like most people my age do. It's not even that I'm particularly insecure about my looks, I just... don't want any attention.

You have millions of followers on social media, and you post pictures and videos of yourself for all the world to see, every day. So many people react to them, telling you how attractive you are, and I always wonder how that makes you feel. It would mortify me.

We're sitting in the car, and I'm in the passenger's seat next to you. Your brothers are in the back seat, and your right arm is around my shoulders while you steer with your left hand.

"Say 'hi' to the camera!" Chris says, pointing his phone at us.

"Chris, get that thing out of her face!" you say, reaching back and knocking the phone out of his hand.

"Whoa, calm down!" Chris says, getting visibly upset. "I wasn't gonna post it, you know that. I was just gonna text it to you and then delete it."

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "You know she doesn't like that shit," you mutter.

"Yeah, well I don't see why it's such a big deal anyway," Chris says in an exaggerated tone of voice.

Nick chimes in. "Chris, you need to take it down a notch," he tells him. "Be respectful of her. If she doesn't want to be on-camera, then she doesn't have to. Period."

"I wasn't gonna post it!" Chris reiterates, annoyed at the insinuated accusation.

You sigh, not wanting your brothers to argue with each other. I know how much it stresses you out whenever they do. "Just stop," you tell them.

Luckily, they listen to you this time.

Your next YouTube video is a car video. I won't be joining you - I never do - so I always have to wait until the video gets posted in order to know what you guys filmed together. It doesn't bother me, because I know it's an integral part of your career.

While you go out to film, I'm by myself inside of the house. I scroll through endless comments on social media of people trying to speculate who I am, exactly. They only know that I'm your girlfriend, since you came out in a video explaining that you're now in a relationship; but people are getting curious, suspicious, and downright invasive, honestly.

When you come back from filming, you give me a big hug. "How are you doing?" you ask me.

"I'm fine, you guys weren't even gone for that long," I smile at you.

You kiss my forehead. "Good," you tell me. "I hope I did you proud in this next video."

I raise my eyebrow. "What does that mean?" I ask you.

"I'll let you look at it once Nick edits it," you say. "Before we post it, I promise. I want you to approve before anyone else sees it."

I won't lie, I'm kind of nervous about it. I already had a terrible experience with an ex who tried to doxx me, and even sent my nudes out to people. You know this, and you're the only one who does. I don't know if you told your brothers, but I trust you enough to do the right thing.

The next day, Nick sits me down in his room at his computer. "Okay," he says to me in a gentle voice. "I'm going to show this to you, and I want you to be 100% honest with me. If there is anything you want me to take out of this video, just say the word, and I will. Got it?"

I nod, unable to speak. My heart is in my throat. I just want to get this over with.

Nick presses the play button.

"Okay," I watch you say on the screen. "I'm going to start this video off with a very important topic, because I feel like this needs to be said." Your eyes are very serious, and I feel like I already know what you're going to say. "You guys... we love you. You're our fans, and we appreciate you, but... you guys need to back off and give us privacy when we say to."

My eyes widen. I am stunned. I very rarely see you this seriously passionate about anything.

"My girlfriend is a real person, with real feelings," you continue. "She has her reasons for wanting to stay private, and you guys have to respect that. I don't wanna see any of this, 'Oh, I think this is her!' or, 'Oh, she's in this picture!' like, just stop. It's beyond irritating."

Nick is nodding his head in the back seat, agreeing with what you're saying.

Chris looks like he's about to interrupt you, but you hold out a hand to stop him from speaking, while keeping eye contact with the camera.

"And, for the record, she doesn't owe you an explanation," you say. "If and when she is ready to come on camera, then she will. If and when she is ready to talk about her experiences, then she will.

"You guys get a lot of content from us, and we try not to hide too much from you, because you are the reason we're famous. But my girlfriend doesn't want to be famous. And that's her choice. So I'm not asking you anymore, I'm telling you: back off.

"Okay, I've said my piece," you say, turning to Chris.

Nick pauses the video. "That's all he said about you," he assures me. "After that, we changed the subject. Is this okay to post?"

I can't stop the tears from falling down my face. "I'm sorry," I sob quietly into my hands.

"What!? Sweetie, no," Nick says, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. "Listen, Matt told me what happened. And that is absolutely not your fault. Okay? We don't want to victimize you again. That's not what we're about. We'll always stick up for you."

"What about Chris?" I ask Nick, sniffling. "Does he know?"

Nick shakes his head at me. "Matt hasn't told him, yet. He didn't know if you wanted him to know."

I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. "Well, maybe he should know, too," I concede.

"Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to, or Matt to?" he asks me.

"I think... I think I want you guys to help me tell him," I answer, wiping away my tears.

"Okay," Nick says. "I'll go get Matt and Chris."

I wait for you all to come back, and the tears flood down my cheeks once more.

You are the first to return, and you immediately hold me in your arms. "Hey, shhh," you shush me, stroking my hair comfortingly. "It's going to be okay."

I nod against your chest. "Thank you for sticking up for me," I say.

"I always will," you tell me. "Always. No matter what."

[queenimmadolla]

can we talk about Jason and Chrissy for a second? bc I've seen a lot of eddissy stans trying to drag them and say that they weren’t good together or that he was shitty to her, but you really gotta watch the season over again if you think she wasn’t in love with Jason. no she wasn’t staring at him with big excited eyes, but when she was watching him you could literally see the heart eyes they gave each other. that love filled look as she blew him a kiss? C’mon. I am not Jason’s number one fan, he’s a jerk, but he loved Chrissy just as much as she loved him. No, she didn’t tell him about her ED but she didn’t tell Eddie either, she didn’t tell anyone. yeah, Eddie noticed something up because she came to him to get drugs which she had never, ever done before. there’s no denying they had chemistry, but to try and say she wasn’t in love with her boyfriend because she chose to keep something to herself is just insane to me. i don't have enough fingers to count how many times I've kept stuff from my significant others because I didn’t want them to worry about me. but that was MY choice. just like it was Chrissy’s. So yes, lets drag the fuck out of Jason for being a bully and a turd, but let’s not say he was a terrible boyfriend because the second he found out his girlfriend was gone, he literally rallied a whole mob to go after who he thought killed her (also incredibly shitty of him and part of why I don‘t like him) and don't even try to use that bullshit “she dies and he didn’t even react” this man’s main reactions for everything through the season have been with his anger. he wasn’t just gonna sit around and cry about it when he thought her killer was just roaming. so to recap: yes, Chrissy and Jason were in love. yes, Chrissy and Eddie had chemistry (because you don't have to be in love or in a relationship to be able to connect with people like that, I promise you). yes, Jason was a jerk. but he was not a terrible boyfriend. just terrible at everything else, including basketball. remember guys, you don’t have to invalidate a canon couple to get your ship to work out better. both are good. lil edit (because certain shippers seem to think me saying ‘he wasn’t a bad boyfriend’ translates to ‘this man was jesus christ reincarnated, has never done anything wrong in his life and was the best character to ever be seen on screen everybody did him dirty’) i don’t like jason. as mentioned already in this post. i don’t like him. was happy when he died. still wasn’t a bad boyfriend. he could have not been what Chrissy needed AND still have not been a bad boyfriend.