#i tried to do several different genres of outfit

[badassindistress]

✨Closet Costume Challenge✨

I had such fun last year with this what would you wear game, that I wanted to play a similar game and I invite anyone with costumes languishing in their closet to play along and show off a little!

Send me a number and I'll improvise an outfit to go with the prompt from what's already in my closet!

What would you wear...?

To spectate a duel held for your honour

To the banquet where you intend to poison a king

To usurp the crown

To bargain with Death

To greet the Private Investigator investigating your fourth husband’s untimely demise

To your first secret rendez-vous with the princess

To wander distractedly across the moors

To welcome your arch enemy into your evil lair

To have a teaparty with Mary Poppins

To sneak into Marie-Antoinnette’s parties

To attend a dinner party hosted by the Addams family

To tend to your garden of poisonous plants

To steal a priceless piece of art from unworthy hands

To read loveletters in your private boudoir

To dance the night away in a speakeasy

To play the merry widow

To infiltrate a debutante ball

To a Shire birthday party

To serve on Titania's court

Free space - Make up a different cool prompt

[sillysowa]

RUNWAY MODEL

PAIRING: hobie brown x fem!reader

GENRE: suggestive, smut

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: smut, vaginal fingering, choking (fem! and male receiving), vaginal sex, both hobie and reader are switches

AUTHORS NOTE: not proofread cause i’m so tired i can feel my eyes melting

SYNOPSIS: in which hobie brown is a model, and you are his favorite designer

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Hobie walked into your studio nonchalantly with no apparent purpose, like usual. The day had been long and he was tired of bending around for the photographers, wanting to visit his favorite designer. He sat his tall figure in the chair across from you, kicking his legs up on the desk because he knows it doesn’t bother you,

“Oh, Hobie…you’re still here?” You mumbled drowsily, exhaustion present in your hoarse voice. It’s late and you probably shouldn’t still be here at the studio, but you’re so caught up in your work. Hobie leans forward slightly, catching glimpse at the scribble artistic designs that he can tell after for him,

“Mhm,” Hobie hums, “You never tire of this work do you?” He chuckles, leaning back and tossing around a pen of yours, “Y’alright? Must be tired.” He asks in that deep voice of his,

You sigh, “Of course…just…gotta get this right.” You scribble around on the paper,

Hobie’s interest is piqued at this and he eyes the sketch pad, “You know I’ll wear whatever you come up with.” He leans back in the chair, still studying the work in progress, “Don’t have to do such hard work f’me.”

“I know…that’s what makes it so complex…I mean there’s so many different things I can see you in! Like…this maybe?” You ramble, flipping around your sketch pad to show him the punk rock outfit you had crafted for him. It’s skimpy to say the least, exposing his abs, most of his legs, and the pants hang low, exposing that pretty V-line of his that you’ve seen with watchful eyes as he gets his pictures taken for especially seductive shoots.

Hobie studies the artworks with squinty eyes, a smirk spreading across his face,

“I like that one…” He smiles knowingly, bringing his feet off the desk to support his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees. He glances up at the design again, and then back at you,

“You always do these designs f’me, hm? Am I your favorite model?” He teases, smirking a little like he knows a secret.

You smile and lean back, chewing the inside of your cheek for a moment in contemplation, “I mean you’re honestly probably my favorite out of all the models I’ve worked with.“ You say bluntly, wanting to only slightly allude to how deep your desire for Hobie is. Clearly, it’s written all over your face. You notice his stare as he obviously tries not to smile,

“Wanna expand on that? You look a little…flustered.” His voice drops low, his flickering down to your lips and even lower for a moment.

“I’m not. You’re a stunning model, Hobie.” You smile, continuing your work. Your face is burning hot and you can’t look at him because all you’re thinking about is how how badly you want him to bend you over the table with his long fingers around your neck. He suddenly changes the topic,

“D’you think I could do a gig solely on m’hands?” He asks like he knows the answer, “I think you’re someone who can appreciate their beauty, hm? With your drawings n’all?” He smirks teasingly and you feel your heart drop into your stomach,

“What?”

“Well you’ve drawn my hands about a hundred times…I’ve seen it. Can’t even keep your eye off of em when we talk.” He replies, leaning in and shortening the distance between the two of you between the table. Clearly, he had been through your sketchbook—your stomach churned at the thought,

“And how would you know that?” You whisper, flustered at the idea of of being caught in a sense but so fucking up for this challenge that he’s offering—there’s nothing to be ashamed of now that he obviously knows you have a severe hand kink. He keeps smiling at you as if he was entertained by all this,

“Doesn’t matter. What does the bough is that you must take a hefty liking to my fingers, right?” He says, flexing them again across the table, stretched out to their full length. You don’t even give in to your desire, eyes locked on the way his middle and ring finger press together suggestively a d make your face feel hot.

You bite your lip, tearing your eyes away as you flip the pages on your sketchbook to change the subject,

“A-Anyways, I’ve also got this design you could try…”

Hobie just smiles and leans back, deciding to let it go for now and toy with you later. He looks at the papers for a while before he speaks up,

“You’ve done a great job.” Hobie says in awe, gesturing to the designs with a nod of his head and that signiature sly smile, “I like ‘em.” Hobie’s tone switches to his playful-work-voice of his now, and he reaches his hands out, gripping the edge of the desk as he stands,

“So, Y/N,” Hobie starts looking down on you. “Got any of these ready for me to try on?” He asks, leaning down to your eye level.

You squirm a little in your seat, your thighs clenching together. He always gets you so riled up you’ve never had this kind of one on one time together. You often just catch glimpse of him during his shoots,

“Yeah…I actually have one of them here if you really want to try it out early,” You say excitedly, walking to the clothing rack and plucking it off. Its gorgeous, grungy, and incredibly revealing. The other designers love to see Hobie in multiple layers and a lot of baggy clothing, but when you got lucky enough to catch the photographers bending Hobie around in nothing but tight boxers for his Calvin Klein shoot—you nearly died, “It’s a little skimpy.”

“Oh yeah? Just f’me?” Hobie chuckles, walking up behind you in the dimly lit room and brushing his hand onto of yours to grab the clothing hanger. He looks at you with his head over your shoulder, awfully close,

“If you wanted to see me naked could’ve just asked” Hobie teases, whispering in your ear before turning away from you. To your utmost horror and delight, he starts stripping right then and there,

“Oh my god you slut, right infront of me?” You gasp, turning around letting out a quick laugh in disbelief. Your face feels hot after catching the sight of his jeans catching on his dick as he pulled them down, looking at you out of the corner of his eye,

A snicker comes from Hobie as he gets undressed in a fashion comparable to a strip-tease,

“Oh come on doll, it’s not like you haven’t seen me at work with even less on. I don’t mind you watching.” He pry’s, his voice taunting and inviting like a sweet honey. You think of your job. You think about how you thought you were alone only 10 minutes ago before Hobie strolled in. It’s beyond after hours, and it’s just the two of you—quite literally a recipe for disaster. Hobie finished getting dressed, standing up straight in the designer outfit,

“Alright, alright, it’s safe you prude. Come get a look at your creation.” Hobie holds his arms out, flipping them and getting a look at it all himself before smiling at you. You turn and look at him and instantly your eyes as they widen,

“Oh…my…god…” You gasp, “You look so good!” Excitement covers your to face as you walk up to him, inspecting how everything fits. You marvel in the way his toned chest looks on display and his nipple piercings under the sheer top. The studded jewelry and leather accessories add so much to the look but most of all…his hands in those fingerless gloves are to die for. You inspect them closely, pulling them towards you as you dreamily stare at his long fingers, toying with them in your hands,

Hobie smiles in the silence of your admiration, “Y’know it’s kinda funny...” He murmurs. His left hand gently holds onto yours, lacing your fingers with his. His other hand grazes your side,

You freeze and look up at him—instantly, your stomach drops at his gaze, “What’s funny?”

“You clearly got a hand kink or something…or is it just mine, hm? Got a thing for me, miss designer?” He teases, gently pulling you close with his knee in between your legs. Your heart beats in your chest like a drum and your toes curl in your shoes. You lick your lips, melting at the proximity,

“Well it looks like you’ve got me all figured out huh?” You whisper as your skin warms under his touch, his hands feeling like fire on your skin. You shouldn’t be doing this…but it feels too good to stop,

“Yeah?” He pulls you up in an embrace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with his hot breath on your sensitive skin. His left hand grips your hair as he whispers into your ear,

“Say it.” Hobie enunciates every syllable, his lips hovering over the sensitive skin of your ear. You press your body against him and all logical reasoning leaves your mind,

“I want you.” You groan into his ear, balling your fists around his mesh shirt. Hobie grins, and his voice is low and husky when he whispers,

“I know you do. I want you too, dollface.” He wraps his arm around you fully, one hand still in your hair, and the other around your back. He stares straight ahead, his knee edging further up between your legs as he whispers,

“Let me show you…” He whispers into your ear, biting it gently and leaning down to kiss your neck. Your mind melts and you nearly collapse against him—it’s an all numbing feeling to have model lips like Hobie’s on your neck and his tall stature holding you so close,

You moan softly and dig your fingers into his clothes at the feeling, his lips on your neck make you feel so good inside. His large thigh slides up and now your skirt is pushing and your warm pussy is on his thigh. It’s lewd and oh so embarrassing until he groans, his voice all needy and horny, right in your ear,

“Oh, fuck…you’re already so wet? I’ve barely touched you, love.” He coo’s clicking his tongue, slipping his hands under the back of your shirt and undoing your bra in a swift, skilled motion. He toys with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. After getting you topless, his hands are palming your breasts wasting absolutely no time. You throw your head back and shamelessly whine at the feeling—the feeling being indescribable desire,

“God I just knew those—ah! Mmm-knew those hands would feel so good.” Your breath hitches in your throat as you mewl, his fingers pinching your nipples while you’re mid sentence. He laughs darkly at you, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, squirming his tongue around the small bud,

“Mmm…” He hums around your skin, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for your viewing pleasure—and oh does it do things to you. Your desperate moans echo in the empty studio, the low lighting reflecting off of Hobie’s dark eyes driving you crazy,

One of his hands grabs your chin, and he stands up straight again, lifting your face up so that he could look into your eyes, “Keep making those pretty noises, gorgeous…” He murmurs, his eyes on yours flickering down to your lips.

You so badly want to kiss him that you can’t even wait for him, pulling him the collar of his shirt and meshing your lips against his in a matter of seconds, capturing his lips in a moral-melting kiss. You knew if anyone saw you two—colleagues—grinding and kissing in the studio late at night, you’d both lose your jobs on the spot; but there was no stopping now. His lips were like magic on yours. You felt your heart rate pickup the moment his hands met your thighs and he picked you up, walking you to the desk and never once breaking away from the desperate needy kiss you were sharing. When it starts to get to your head and you feel a need for air, you break away from the kiss, panting and looking into his lust blown eyes,

“Fuck me on that desk…right now.”

Hobie is shocked for a quick moment before a grin spreads across his face. He wastes no time in laying you onto the desk and kissing his way down your stomach, his fingers toying with the top of your skirt,

“What do you say I put these long fingers of mine to use, hm?” Hobie’s whispers, his voice raspy and sending need straight to your aching pussy.

“You better…” You thrust your hips up as he removes your skirt, his fingers grazing your thighs before he spits onto them, shoving two right into your tight pussy,

“Not so sure i’m the model anymore—fucking look at you…” Hobie groans, kissing your thighs as he slowly thrusts his fingers into you. His pace is agonizing, and you grab him by his wrist,

“Please…just shut up and fuck me…I’ve seen how big it is and I can’t wait any longer…” You grunt and Hobie’s eyes widen more than you’ve ever seen. It’s his turn to look flustered and the feeling of being spoken to in such a dirty manner is enough to make his dick twitch in his pants,

“How can I deny such an offer?” He laughs breathlessly, standing up and unbuckling his spikey belt, pulling everything down and letting his cock spring free. It’s long, and thick, and there’s precum leaking from his tip like the glaze on your favorite dessert. He feels his face heat up at your hungry stare, leaning down and cupping his hands in the bend of your legs, pushing them down at your sides and spreading your legs wide open for him,

“Please—“

“Yeah I know…” Hobie groans, smearing his pre-cum across your pussy and gently thrusting into you. It takes your breath away and shakes the desk, your mouth hanging open as a guttural moan tumbles out of your mouth,

Hobie groans and kisses your neck, “You’re so fucking tight.” Hobie whispers, his voice shaking. He groans and slams his hips into yours, his hands gripping your hips as he desperately fucks into you. Never in your entire life had you felt something so big inside of you—so filling and so fucking good. Of course a model as gorgeous as Hobie has such a perfect dick—but this position isn’t doing it for you.

You sit up, your hands on his chest as you push him down onto the desk and crawl on top. Hobie looks pleasantly surprised at this, his hands coming up to your hips,

“Fuck…” He whines, his head thrown back and his adams apple bobbing in his neck. You sink down on his length, grunting so loud you’d think it’s injuring you as your hand comes to Hobie’s neck. You give him a gentle squeeze and he nods at you, his eyelashes fluttering as he slaps your ass,

“C’mon.”

You ride him like your life depends on it, your hands tight around his neck and his clothes. The studio echoes with both of your moans and you feel your head spinning as his cock melts your insides, the sensation eliciting desperate moans out of you.

Hobie feels lightheaded and delirious with your hand around his neck and your pussy squeezing him so good, broken moans, grunts, and whimpers leaving his lips. The messy sounds fill the dark room and you can barely hold on any longer,

“Give it to me—please…”

You squeeze his neck just right and his hand comes up to yours as you ride him, your pussy clenching and your orgasm nearing. Now both of you are gripping each others necks, grunting and panting and falling apart so beautifully,

“I’m gonna—“ Hobie starts but he doesn’t finish…well he does. He cums deep inside you as you continue to ride him through it all, making a sloppy mess and coating his dick and thighs in cum. His head falls back against the hard wood and you ride his soul out until you cum. When you do, you’re shaking and moaning loudly, your hands moving from his neck to his shoulders to support yourself as you nearly pass out, pulling too hard on the mesh shirt and tearing it down his chest,

Hobie’s breathing is slow yet heavy as he tries to get a grip on reality now. His hands are still holding your hips and his brain still feels like jell-o, but he’s slowly coming to his senses,

“Y’look so good fucked out like this.” He mumbles, smoothing his thumbs over your bare skin,

“You think I’m the one who’s fucked out?” You giggle as you look Hobie over. His makeup is smudged, his clothes torn, and his eyebrows are as furrowed as they were when he came. He looks perfect, because how could he look anything but? He’s a model…and he’s your art no matter what,

“Wait stay right there…” You smile, walking behind him to your desk drawers and getting your camera, coming back around to his front. Hobie rolls his eyes and laughs incredulously at you, holding his pose with his elbows behind him, his lips parted and his eyebrows pinched, and his cock on full display still pumping its cum. You snap the picture and instantly swear to yourself that this would not be the last time you fuck Hobie.

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@ohxx @luxxtuxx @fatenpara @hobesbf @defnot-bri

[petalsnow]

Best Friend (18+)

bang chan x felix 

word count: 3.4k 

genre: smut, fluff - 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI 

warnings: non-idol au, friends to lovers, dom!chan, sub!felix, swearing, excessive alcohol consumption, both characters are under the influence, oral sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this), cumming inside (don’t do this), praise kink, degradation kink, confessions of love.. i think that covers it but if i missed something let me know! 

summary: no matter how hard felix tries, he just can’t shake his feelings for chan.. but he never expected him to feel the same way. 

this is a fictional story. nothing in this fan-fiction represents felix, bang chan, or stray kids as a whole, NOR does it represent their relationships between each other. read at your own risk. 

18+ content below the cut. 

———

felix knew for a while now. he was painfully aware of the feelings he had for his best friend. but that was the problem, and the root of all of this weird tension between them. he was supposed to be his best friend. felix grew up with chan. they were neighbors, classmates, and even part of the same dance group throughout high school. but as time passed, their hang outs grew scarce and their communication dwindled down significantly. after all, they’re both in college now. both busy with their studies and part time jobs. this is whenever felix started to realize his feelings for chan weren’t just the average “bromance” type. he found himself thinking about chan late at night, his chest tightening from the pain of missing him so much. he often would lay in bed and scroll through his camera roll, eyes grazing over pictures of the two of them throughout the years. he hated the feeling. it felt wrong, it felt pathetic. felix of course has no idea how chan feels about him, but he can only assume it’s not mutual. it would be strange if it was.. they’re practically brothers… (felix tries to convince himself). after many long and painful nights of missing his friend, felix decides it would be a good idea to text chan and ask him to hang out. it’s been a few months since the last time they saw each other, it doesn’t seem like a weird request. felix opens up their message thread and finds himself twiddling his thumbs, overthinking what he wants to send. after several back spaces and heavy sighs, he finally decides to press send: felix: hey! i have break from classes today if you want to come over and drink or something. he figures that sounds casual enough and nervously waits for his reply. which comes sooner than he expected, and the blonde headed boy’s head shoots up quickly at the chime of his phone channie: felix! hey!! of course, i’ll be over within the next hour if that sounds okay. i’ll bring some soju. felix finds himself unable to fight the smile that is now beaming across his face and quickly texts back, felix: sounds great bro, see you then. the casual “bro” was thrown in there of course, on purpose. ———

felix has been getting ready for the entirety of the hour that chan said it would take him to arrive at his apartment. changing his outfit five times, changing his hairstyle, and even applying a small amount of makeup just to brighten his eyes and cover a few of his unwanted blemishes.

he is staring at himself in his full length mirror, his final look consists of a comfortable white tee, a oversized light brown cardigan, and some comfy grey sweats. he didn’t want to dress up too much and give himself away.. but he did want to look appealing, and felix is convinced he did just that.

he’s tidying up his hair when he hears three knocks to his front door and his heart inevitably leaps in his chest, he gives himself a final look over and all but sprints to the source of the noise. he takes a deep breath before twisting the nob and revealing his (handsome) “best friend”.

“ahhh felix!” the older boy grins from ear to ear, pulling the smaller boy in for a warm embrace. “how have you been?? i feel like it’s been forever” he adds

“i’ve been good, same shit different day. you know how it is.” felix responds casually, trying not to reveal the enormous smile he now posses.

“ah yes, i get it dude.” he groans in agreement as he pulls away “want me to throw the soju in the fridge?” he questions as he brushes past felix and enters the apartment.

“yeah, that’s perfect” felix nods, shutting the door as his friend heads into the kitchen. felix awkwardly clears his throat, trying to keep himself as nonchalant as possible “how have you been?” he chimes as he follows behind him.

“tired, stressed, exhausted.. the usual” his friend chuckles, taking two bottles of soju out of the pack before placing the rest in the fridge. he smiles, handing one to his friend. “but that’s what these are for.” he smirks.

felix laughs and happily takes the bottle into his hand, twisting the metal cap off. “we both going to drink a bottle by ourselves?” he quirks an eye brow, taking his first sip before chan can reply.

“just like old times.” chan grins back at him, taking a gulp of the liquid down like a champ. “plus, if i don’t drink this whole thing, i don’t think i would be half as enjoyable to be around with how stressed i’ve been lately” he adds.

before felix has time to process what he’s saying he replies with, “you’re always enjoyable to me.” and his face quickly turns a light shade of pink at his abrupt honestly. “j-just because we always have such a good time together.. ya know?” he clears his throat, breaking the intense eye contact with his friend.

chan giggles and walks over to felix to ruffle his hair “of course i know what you mean, i don’t think you’d keep me around for this long if you didn’t enjoy my company.” he says playfully before squinting a little a felix with the newly established proximity. “are you wearing makeup?” he cocks his head

felix swears he could shit himself right there on the kitchen floor. his pink cheeks now turning a deep shade of red. “yeah.. just a little insecure with my acne lately..” he tries to play it off, shoving chan playfully (and so he won’t be so close to notice such details).

“ahh, i’m sorry for pointing it out then” he replies. “come on, let’s go chill in the living room, i’m tired of standing” chan smiles and walks comfortably through his friends apartment, like he owns the place. which, he may as well, he’s been here more times than he can count.

felix silently agrees and plops himself on the opposite side of the couch from chan.

they spend a while catching up, their soju bottles growing lighter and lighter as each minute passes. trips to the fridge are made to retrieve more, several times.

hours have passed now and the sun has fallen from the sky, the apartment lit up only by the glow of the TV screen. empty soju bottles are littered across felix’s floor and both boys are laughing and throwing their heads back over the couch.

“bro, no way you told a girl you loved her on the FIRST DATE?” felix asks in purse disbelief, the alcohol molding him into a bold and now (very) loud person

“and that is why i will never drink tequila on the first date ever again..” chan groans as he hides his face, unable to keep himself from laughing as felix cracks up at this embarrassing story.

their laughter dies down before felix adds to the conversation again, “i haven’t been on any dates in forever, i just don’t have the interest in any girls around here i guess” he shrugs, toying with one of the bottle caps in his hand.

“really? i figured you’d have a list of girls lined up waiting to beat down your door.” chan responds, taking the last sip of the last bottle of soju before resting it on the coffee table close to the couch.

felix chuckles at this and flicks the bottle cap in chan’s direction. “could say the same for you.”

chan catches the cap and flicks it back at felix with a small grin. “sort of, but none of them have kept my interest. more of a one night stand kind of guy lately.”

the bottle cap drops to the floor from chan’s poor aim and felix, now without any distraction, looks up to meet his friend’s gaze.

“i don’t know if could do one night stands.. i feel like i get attached too easily” felix sighs sweetly.

“you always were the hopeless romantic type” chan smiles softly, shifting his position on the couch to fully face felix. “it’s cute.”

felix gulps, sobering up a little at his comment. “t-thanks. it’s kind of embarrassing actually.. it gets lonely” he swallows hard.

chan frowns at his friends response “you can always call me, yeah? you don’t have to isolate yourself”

“no i just mean.. it gets lonely like, romantically. i constantly crave affection and physical touch but most people just want a one time thing and i just can’t see myself being okay with that.” felix explains, toying with a button on his cardigan.

“i know that’s what you meant.. my offer still stands.” chan replies, confidence never wavering in his tone.

felix can’t help but quickly look up, meeting his eyes in a small panic. he doesn’t know if he’s reading too much into it or if chan is trying to hint at what he thinks he’s trying to hint at.. he opens his mouth to reply but chan beats him to it.

“i like you felix.” chan adds, boldly. the alcohol has clearly taken over at this point.

felix blinks hard, at a loss for words. “w-what do you mean?” he asks

“i like you, more than just a friend.” chan clarifies for him. “i’ve felt this way for a while, but we’ve been best friends our entire life and it always just felt so wrong, so i’ve never mentioned it before or made a move.” he shrugs, “but i’m super drunk right now and i’m tired of keeping it in.. so here it is” he nods, looking away from felix and down at the couch in an attempt to make him less uncomfortable.

felix’s adams apple visibly bobs from how hard he gulps, he feels like he’s dreaming. because there is absolutely no way chan just confessed his love for him. after a few seconds of awkward silence, felix finally finds the courage to reply.

“i feel the same way..” he says, barely above a whisper. “… that’s why i wore makeup, and invited you over..” his words slurring “shit, i spent an entire hour getting ready for you…” he’s pouring out now.

chan’s heart aches in his chest at the boy’s innocent confession. “you did all of that for me?” he asks.

“yeah, all for you.” felix nods, still fidgeting with his cardigan. “i love you channie..” his voice cracking, his feelings that have been pent up for years, overflowing thanks to the soju.

“oh felix..” chan trails off, shifting his position to move closer to him, taking felix’s hands into his own to rub his thumb over them. “i’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me sooner.” a sadness washing over his expression

felix sniffles, a small tear escaping one of his eyes. “it’s not your fault, i would’ve never expected you to feel the same anyways.” he whimpers

“i do.. i always have.” chan comforts him, removing his hand from felix’s grasp to wipe the tear off his cheek. “no crying, you’ll mess up your makeup.” he smiles softly, felix’s eyes finally meeting his own.

“kiss me, please..” felix quietly begs.

chan doesn’t need any further encouragement before pressing his lips into felix’s. it’s soft, loving, and warm. chan’s body pressing further into felix as the kiss deepens, felix’s hands finding their way to rest on either side of chan’s face.

the kiss quickly grows more aggressive and sloppy, the sexual tension growing thicker as chan grinds himself into the boy underneath him.

“fuck, we have to stop. i don’t know if i can control myself if we keep going.” chan pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath.

“what makes you think i want you to control yourself?” felix asks, searching chan’s eyes, his hands still resting on his friend’s cheeks.

chan all but melts into felix at his words. “you’re going to kill me.” he growls, dipping his head down to attack felix’s neck with open mouth kisses.

“nooo, you can’t die. you haven’t even fucked me yet.” felix giggles at chan’s desperation and because his kisses tickle there.

chan chuckles are his response and leans back to remove his own shirt, revealing his toned physique.

felix looks up at him in awe. “you’ve.. really been working out lately.” he trails off, mesmerized by the image on display before him.

“yeah, to attract cute little twinks like you.” chan winks before tossing the shirt across the room and leaning back down to reattach their lips.

felix whimpers at the new contact, his fingernails lightly scratching against chan’s back. “need you now.” he manages to get out between kisses.

“i thought you’d never ask” chan mutters before tugging off felix’s cardigan and tee shirt, quickly tossing them across the room as well. “you’re perfect” he moans, drinking in the boy’s small build.

felix blushes, crashing his lips back into the older boy instead of trying to think of a good response. both of the boys have grown rock hard, their bulges rubbing against another at their make out session continues.

“god, felix. i can’t take it anymore, i need you now.” chan moans. shifting to lay on his back. felix crawls i between his legs, slowly tugging at the waist band of chan’s sweatpants.

“can i?” felix asks politely, his innocent doe eyes staring into chan’s.

“fuck yes, of course.” chan’s nods quickly, leaning back into the couch as the boy removes his pants in a swift motion.

“no underwear?” felix cocks his head to the side, nestling himself between chan’s legs.

“never” chan chuckles, resting his head against the arm of the couch to watch felix’s performance.

felix hums softly and takes chan’s length into his small hand, giving it gentle strokes at a steady pace.

chan whimpers, closing his eyes at the pleasurable sight and feeling. “feels perfect ‘lix.”

felix smiles at the pet name as chan’s dick grows harder in his hand, before softly placing his mouth over his erection.

he has a hard time fitting it all at first, but as he gets more comfortable with the size, he begins moving his head faster and deeper.

“s-shit” chan swears, his hips slightly bucking upwards to meet felix’s warm and heavenly mouth. “you’re… so fucking good at this.” chan gasps, running his hand through the top of felix’s hair, slightly pushing his head further down onto his cock.

felix moans around his dick at the small gesture of dominance, which encourages him to go deeper.

chan feels like he’s going to explode, his moans grow louder and he feels a fire burning in his abdomen. he lets felix continue for a couple minutes before he just can’t take it anymore.

“get off, i’m going to fuck you now.” chan asserts, pulling felix off his cock, quickly removing the younger boys sweats in the process.

chan scoffs at felix’s lack of underwear too. “no underwear?” he parrots to the blonde.

“never.” felix retorts with a cheeky smile, chan placing a sweet kiss to his mouth before turning the small boy around and bending him over.

“shit, do you have condoms?” chan snaps out of his lustful spell, checking around the room

“i’m clean..” felix mutters beneath him

“you sure you’re okay with this..?” chan trails off, rubbing the small of felix’s back “i can go get condoms if you want me to.” he reassures him

“no, i’m sure channie.” felix whimpers “please, just fuck me already.” he begs

and just like that, chan’s lustful spell has taken him over again. chan bends down to lick a bold stripe over felix’s tight hole, eating him out quickly but effectively to get him prepped for what’s to come.

felix mewls at the sudden contact and pushes his hips into chan’s touch, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“as delicious as you taste, i can’t wait anymore, need to feel you ‘lix” chan moans, rising back up to line his cock up with felix’s wet and swollen hole before slowly pushing into him.

“oh fuck… holy shit” chan growls, pushing in and out of the younger boy slowly, setting a soft pace at first. “you’re so fucking tight.”

felix is a whimpering mess beneath the muscular boy, toys curling and back arching. “y-you’re my first.” felix confesses in a high pitch.

“damn right, and i’ll be your last.” chan grunts, slowly increasing his place, caressing felix’s back as he adjusts to his size.

the more comfortable felix gets, the more his ass starts meeting chan half way between each stroke. the room is filled with both of their moans, and the sound of felix’s ass against chan’s dick.

“channie, you’re so big, i fucking love your dick.” felix moans out, gripping the couch cushion beneath him.

“yeah? you’re gonna lose your mind on my cock baby?” chan encourages him, smirking as he slams his cock into his sub. “gonna make you forget how to speak, turn you into such a good cock slut just for me to use.” a hard slap landing on felix’s ass.

felix let’s out a small scream, his eyes welling up in tears at the over stimulation and effect that chan’s words have on him. “p-please, just want to be yours.” felix whines.

“you’re already mine, no need to beg baby boy.” chan grunts, leaning down to press kisses to the back of felix’s neck, wrapping an arm around the small boy to support his collapsing body.

felix melts into his touch, eyes closed and mouth open wide as he lets out the most beautiful sounds chan has ever heard.

“channie.. g-gonna cum.” felix barely manages to get out, gasping for air.

“that’s my good boy, cum for daddy baby. i know you can. show me.” chan encourages in felix’s ear, increasing his pace as felix slowly reaches his climax.

with a loud moan and a tightening grip on one of chan’s thighs, felix let’s go. his cum drenching the couch beneath their bodies, his chest heaving as his high passes over him.

chan peppers kisses all across felix’s neck and down his back as the boy comes down from his high, his pace slowed down significantly.

felix collapses underneath him, trying to catch his breath. chan chuckles softly and maneuvers felix to lay on his back now, their eyes meeting again.

“hey” chan smiles down at him, felix wrapping his legs around chan. “you gonna come back to me?” he asks, felix’s gaze still miles from him, lost in pure bliss.

felix flutters his eyes and draws in a deep breath before nodding at chan’s question. a soft smile creeping across his freckled cheeks.

“you gonna be okay if we go a little longer?” chan questions, placing soft kisses to his cheeks. “i’m almost there.” he reassures him.

“yeah, want you to finish too.” felix sighs sweetly, leaning into chan’s touch.

“okay baby, let me know if it’s too much.” chan adds, and felix nods before chan realigns himself with felix before sliding back into him.

“perfect..” chan whispers “perfect for me.”

his pace is more steady now, deep and slow stroke into felix. he won’t last long now.

“love you channie, love you so much.” felix whines, back arching off of the couch

“god damn it, i love you more felix.” chan groans loudly, his pace growing sloppier at the younger boy’s confession.

chan lands a few more strokes before he meets his climax

“god, i’m cumming baby.” chan throws his head back as felix tightens around him.

“inside, please channie.” felix begs him, spreading his legs further

that’s all it takes to send chan over the edge, emptying himself into felix’s tight hole with a loud moan.

his jerks his hips into felix a couple more times, making sure he gets every drop into him before slowly pulling out and falling onto his back into the couch.

both of the boys catching their breath before either of them break the silence.

felix is the first to slowly sit up, peering over at chan who is still trying to process what happened. felix crawls over chan’s body, arms on either side of him, caging him in.

“you still just a one night stand type of guy?” felix playfully cocks his head to the side.

“shut up and kiss me.” chan rolls his eyes before felix giggles and presses a kiss to his lips.

“i’ve waited for this my whole life” chan whispers, meeting felix’s eyes

“you have no idea..” felix whispers back, eyes glazing over with tears.

———

the end :) i hope you enjoyed <3 

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Makoto's Maid Service

Pairings: Makoto Yuki x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, top/dom!reader, sub/bottom!Makoto, crossdressing, slight humiliation, facefucking, using a vibrator, reader is called 'master'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: As usual the character is 20+. Also he's my favorite protag, though I do love the other persona protags too <3

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

In a way, this was technically a punishment. You both made a bet, the loser wears a maid outfit and does anything that the other person tells them to do...and he lost. So here he is now, wearing a frilly skirt and knee-high socks, waiting for you to come back home so that this night can end quickly...

Finally the front door opens and he watches you step inside, greeting you like a dutiful maid should...

“Welcome home, M-master... Um...would you like dinner? Or perhaps a bath? Or uh...o-or m-me...” That last part came out as a whisper, too embarrassed at saying something so...so fan service-y, but it was exactly what he agreed to do

You stifled a laugh and Makoto turned his head away, already beginning to blush. “Hey, you wanted this...don't laugh at me for acting out your ridiculous fantasy...”

“You're right, you're right. Sorry, it just sounds funny actually hearing it out loud” You said, taking in all of the details of Makoto's outfit. It wasn't one of those particularly skimpy maid outfits, the dress had short sleeves but covered the chest area and fell a bit above the knees, a simple black with a white apron around his waist and white frills under the skirt. The socks that came with it were pretty damn cute though...black, knee-high socks with white lacy trim at the tops, paired with simple black shoes with a single buckle...yeah, something about that part of the outfit really put it all together

Walking towards him, you answered his question from a minute ago, “I think I'd like to have you.” Somehow, he knew you were going to pick that option. He cleared his throat and outstretched his hand for you, meeting your expectant gaze as he instructed you to follow him, “Yes, Master, please follow me then”

You took his hand and were led into the bedroom that had been prepared especially for tonight, clean and comfortable sheets, several toys and restraints ready at your disposal, and a couple of candles as your light source, your maid truly outdid himself. Admiring the work he put into this, you ruffled his hair and praised his efforts, earning a disgruntled noise and a hand swatting yours away

Makoto awaited your instructions, motioning towards the array of toys and other fun things he had set up. “Please use whatever you'd like, I-I'm...all yours. Pl-please do with me as you will...” He tensed up as you slowly circled around him, brushing your fingers against different parts of his body. Brushing your fingers down his arm, gently tugging on the bottom of his skirt, then crouching down and playing with the lace trim on his socks before trailing your touch up his thighs. Makoto squirmed as your fingers brushed against his crotch, his pulse increasing as you teased him

Fixated on his exposed thighs, you continued touching and squeezing them, his soft flesh squishing under your fingers. Little gasps escaped his lips as you toyed with him, though he tried to hold them in. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth when you told him how hot his thighs looked in these socks, his legs threatening to tremble at the simple compliment

When you were done playing with his thighs you ordered him to lie down on the bed, Makoto obeyed leaning back onto the sheets, knees bent and feet resting on the edge. His gaze met yours and your next order caused his eyes to widen, his cheeks becoming hot and pink. “Spread 'em”

Makoto opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it, too flustered to form any sort of comeback or comment. He pulled his knees back then slowly spread his legs open, his hands reflexively moving up by his shoulders. You removed the shorts and frilly section that went under the dress, leaving nothing except the frilly panties Makoto was wearing underneath. He gasped and clenched the sheets between his fists when he felt your mouth on his thighs, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh. You slipped one finger under the fabric of his panties and lifted them a bit, letting them snap against his skin while his body jerked from the surprise

You then gently rubbed his clothed dick, already hardening beneath the panties, teasing the tip with your index finger. Makoto squirmed under your touch, his back arching a bit when you teased his tip, cursing under his breath. You pulled his panties off and tossed them on the bed, continuing to rub his dick before jerking him off properly, your hand wrapped around his length, beginning to move up and down. You grabbed a bottle of lube and poured some on his erection, making messy wet sounds when you went back to jerking him. Makoto grabbed your wrist when you kept massaging his tip, thighs tensing as you edged him, bringing him right to the edge then removing your hand from his member, smirking when you realized how out of breath he was just from that. “How did that feel?” You asked, rubbing his thigh with your non-lubed hand

“G-good...haah... really good...” He breathed, trying to calm his racing heartbeat because he knows that this is far from over. You allow him a second to breathe before you edge him again, speeding up your hand's pace, Makoto's hips bucked into your hand greedily, making more wet noises with every thrust. When you stopped again he whined, trying to thrust his dick into your hand more, chasing after his climax, but you pinned his hips down with your free arm “Oh god...shit...”

Makoto's dress clung to his back, sweat building up the more you teased him. He begged you to keep going, to please keep touching him and moving your hand like that, but you quickly showed him his place by flipping him over and smacking his ass hard. Makoto whimpered into the sheets, you swore he almost tore them with how hard he was gripping them...

“You know the rules, dear” You bent down to whisper in his ear, “You don't get to cum until I say you do.” He nodded his head in affirmation, a whine escaping his lips. You knew exactly what you wanted to do next, walking over to the selection of toys and other such things, grabbing some rope and heading back over to Makoto. You tied his wrists behind his back, then you kicked his legs open and got down on your knees. You groped his ass, still a bit red from earlier, and spread his cheeks, licking your lips hungrily. He moaned as you began licking his ass, your warm tongue teasing around his puffy, pink rim, squealing when your tongue finally plunged inside of him

You ate him out like your life depended on it, nails digging into his pretty cheeks while your tongue pushed into his hole further. A puddle of drool soaked the sheets under Makoto's chin from all of his panting and moaning. Your tongue felt so good inside of him, soft squelching noises coming from where your mouth connected to him, prodding his ass open so that he would be able to take more of you later

For now though, you wanted to work him up even more. See how much further you could edge him before he breaks down. So you grabbed a remote controlled vibrator and pushed it into his ass, surprising him when you turned it on immediately. “Wh-what is th- Aaahh—!! O-oh fffuuuuck...” Makoto moaned as the vibrations filled his ass, his cock hardening more and more, rubbing against the edge of the bed whenever he squirmed

You noticed this and allowed him to hump at the bed, edging him even more. He thrust his dick against the sheets while you constantly changed the intensity of the vibe, suddenly turning it up all the way before bringing it back down to the lowest setting, not allowing him to have a break even as he wailed about how it's “Too much” and that he was “Going to cum.”

“Fuuu-uuck oh my god...'s too much I...I-I'm gonna–” Makoto tried to still his hips, hoping that it would prevent him from cumming yet. His mind was becoming fuzzy, the sound of your laughter behind him told him that you intended to push him as far as you possibly could, not easing up on the vibrator's intensity anymore. He shook his head back and forth against the sheets, biting his lip and desperately trying not to cum, tears threatened to spill at any second. That's when the vibrations stopped completely, Makoto let out the breath he'd been holding for a minute, breathing heavily and awaiting your next move

You flipped him back over, taking in his disheveled appearance. Sweat caused his hair to cling to his face, bangs all messy and ruffled up, his eyes were heavy too, exhausted from your torment already. You smiled, leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to his mouth, shoving your tongue inside and making him arch his back and moan into the kiss

You grabbed the discarded panties from earlier, wrapping them around his dick and using them to get him off, turning the vibe on again and continuing to make out with him. Makoto's legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and locking you in this position, his hips rolled into your hand, thrusting against the fabric. You allowed him to cum, turning up the vibrations to max and massaging the tip of his dick again, Makoto finally getting to spill his seed all over the panties and feel some sort of relief...

...But the vibe was still on max and you hadn't stopped moving your hand, causing him to twitch and try to squirm away from the sensations, far too sensitive from just cumming. You slid your free hand under him and wrapped it around his waist, sliding him back down towards you while you continued jerking him off with the cum-soaked fabric. Makoto screamed and pleaded for you to stop, to give him a break from the stimulation, “Shit—!! Wait please! It's t-too much! Aaahh—!! C-can't– ”

He let out a whimper when you rubbed your thumb against his tip, finally turning off the vibe and giving him a break, taking deep breaths and releasing the tension in his muscles. You removed the stained panties from his dick and held them up to his mouth, “Be a good maid for me and clean these up.” Makoto reluctantly obeyed, licking his cum off of them, gagging when you pushed them into his mouth and left them there

You flipped him onto his stomach again and removed the vibrator from his ass, giving it another good smack and then flipping him again, holding onto his waist and asking if he was ready to service his master properly. Makoto nodded eagerly, you then removed the panties from his mouth and helped him get off of the bed and onto his knees. He undid your belt and slid your pants down, freeing your cock from your underwear, then he began licking your shaft before sucking on the tip, using his hands on whatever he couldn't take yet. He took your length into his mouth deeper and deeper, groaning when your tip touched the back of his throat, you grabbed the back of his head and pushed it in further, making him gag. You let him take a breath before shoving your cock back down his throat, fucking his face and relishing in the wet gagging noises Makoto was making, choking on your cock and moaning when you pushed it all the way in, the vibrations from his moans almost tipping you over the edge

You pushed his head down one more time, bringing his nose flush with your skin, before releasing him and yanking him back up, pushing him down on the bed again, flipping his skirt up and pushing your dick into his ass, his wet hole sucking you in eagerly. You gripped his hips tightly, slamming your cock inside of him, grunting as you fucked him desperately, craving the feeling of his ass clenching around your dick as you filled him up. Makoto moaned as you pounded into him, the feeling of finally being full of you satisfying him, he grasped onto your shoulders and wrapped his legs around your waist again, making you bury yourself deeper inside of him

Your thrusts became uneven as you neared your climax, desperate to release inside of Makoto and claim him. With one last thrust you buried your cock deep within him and coated his warm walls with your cum, then you thrust into him a few more times, fucking your cum into him so that it wouldn't leak out

You both panted, starting to relax after the intense session, you rested your forehead against his and smiled. “You ok, babe?” You questioned, brushing some hair out of his face. Makoto nodded, still trying to catch his breath but smiling back at you nonetheless. You peppered his face with kisses, making him laugh, you just wanted to rest here for now, you'd take care of everything else in a bit, for now you just wanted to lay with your lover and relax

[matthyeu]

world's classiest dog ― kgv.

pairing ⇢ kim gyuvin x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ fluff, comedy

warnings ⇢ none

word count ⇢ 624

synopsis ⇢ everyone is always hating on eumppapa, so it’s time you turn him into a fashion icon.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU EUMPPAPA??” 

at the sound of your boyfriend yelling bloody murder, you popped your head out into the living room. he was finally home after a long day of working…on whatever it is he worked on. to be frank, you didn’t even know what gyuvin did. he just left the house in the morning and came home in the evening, leaving you and his wonderful dog alone to conquer the world. 

with several hours to kill, you and eumppapa often walked around a lot. it was good for your health, and you always liked to get a breath of fresh air. in fact, many of your free days involved taking him to the park to find new friends. 

you had never thought about it much until earlier that day when you overheard some unpleasant words spoken about your daughter, words you would never want to utter again because it reflected how cruel people could be. 

making sure to cover her ears, you had raced out of the park to the nearest pet store. since you were so peeved about what those other pet owners had to say about your sweet girl, you made sure to spoil him with plenty of exquisite apparels so she knew she was the best dog to ever walk the earth. 

you guessed the screaming was gyuvin’s first reaction of your razzle-dazzled daughter. it was expected. not everyone could handle the beauty that was a collared shirt, pink skirt, and bow tie. this was not even including the cute beret you had placed on her head. it was clear eumppapa’s looks were not for the faint of heart. 

“isn’t she cute?” you asked. 

“CUTE?” gyuvin exclaimed, picking up the dog and holding him up to the light like rafiki held simba, “WHY IS EUMPPAPA WEARING CLOTHES? FANCY CLOTHES?” 

“i just thought she needed a change of pace, some new clothes to make all the kids on the block jealous of her newly-acquired fashion!” you explained as you came out to admire your hard work. 

“BUT WHAT ABOUT HER PUFFY JACKETS. SHE BELONGS IN THOSE NOT BOWTIES!!” 

“NO! she’s a sophisticated girl. way too good for just puffy jackets. she needed a whole wardrobe,” you argued as you began pulling your boyfriend towards the walk-in closet. 

pushing him in, you tried to navigate him to the section you had designated to eumppapa, where you had organized several articles of clothing that could be mismatched into millions of pleasing outfits. 

“WHAT!” he yelled, looking at the things you had bought earlier that day, “YOU BUY MORE OUTFITS FOR EUMPPAPA THAN YOU DO FOR ME!” 

you plugged your ears, trying to prevent them from getting any damage from the amount of yelling gyuvin had been doing in the past few minutes. wincing at the next wave of loud noise coming from your over expressive boyfriend. 

you crossed your arms. “WELL, you’re not the one getting made fun of in the park. i needed to show everyone that our daughter is in fact the most fashionable dog!” 

immediately, gyuvin’s expression changed from slightly upset to furious but not at you. 

“PEOPLE DID WHAT! oh, we’ll show them. let’s go have her try on different outfits to bring out the most swag any dog has ever had. eumppapa, you are going to be a famous dog,” he announced as he filled his arms with nearly a whole rack of clothes. 

you could only laugh as you watched him attempt to carry them out, dropping a few on the way out to play dress-up with eumppapa. you made sure to pick up the stray articles as you ran out to join him in the mission to make your daughter the world’s classiest dog. 

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 절대 그이/My Absolute Boyfriend

My Absolute Boyfriend is the 2019 Korean live-action adaptation of the Watase Yuu manga "Absolute Boyfriend." (There are two other adaptations, one Taiwanese and one Japanese.) It tells the story of a woman who has just broken up with her celebrity boyfriend, and the robot who becomes a real boy by falling in love with her.

(And yes, the reason we started watching it was because of Yeo Jingoo, since the tantalizing prospect of "that guy who played Han Juwon, playing a robot boyfriend" was too amazing to pass up.)

I need to note right off the bat: I am not usually a consumer of bippy k-dramas, romcoms, or het romance in media in general. No shade to anyone who likes these thing; they're just not my regular cup of tea. So if your tastes are akin to mine, you may have looked at the poster and been like, hm, no thank you.

Thus I am here to try and sell you on it even if you are not a fan of these genres.

This show is so unwatched that (as far as I can tell) there is nothing for it on AO3. There are a mere eight hits for the manga, Zettai Kareshi | Absolute Boyfriend, but there's nothing at all for this adaptation. This is an absolute crime, for reasons I will detail in the forthcoming five reasons to watch (above and beyond the simple pleasure of watching Yeo Jingoo be a handsome goober, though that remains a serious point in its favor):

1. Balls entirely to the wall

You know those Tumblr posts where someone comments and is like, at no point could I have predicted what the next word in that sentence would be? Yeah, that, only the sentence is the show.

This show is absolutely bonkers. It is absolute storytelling mayhem. It is gleefully head-clutching weird. Someone told it that girls like exactly three things -- cute boys in adorable outfits, cute boys with their shirts off, and cute boys in Situations -- and it is ready to deliver.

I could tell you what the plot of the show is, or at least I could try, but that wouldn't convey the sheer volume of shenanigans it gets up to. I feel like every time it had a flashback montage (set to one of its six licensed pop songs), I was like, oh yeah, that happened.

The thing, too, is that it's so self-aware. This show knows precisely what it is, and it's having fun with it. The acting is often melodramatic, but obviously very consciously so. I'm not going to say the show never takes itself seriously (because it does -- see my point #5), but it never doesn't know exactly what it is.

Browsing the MyDramaList page, I can see that a lot of viewers had lukewarm feelings on the show as a whole. (Normally I don't make the mistake of reading the comments, but since this is such a non-property in English-speaking fandom, I had to go find out what the hell.) And yeah, I can imagine that if you came into this expecting a more straight-faced entry in the genre, what you get could be confusing and alienating.

If you watch this, take off your nitpicker's hat. There are many, many points that do not make sense. Just go with it. Let the cute boys take off their shirts. Kiss a robot. Embrace chaos.

2. A++ Girlfriend

Eom Dada is great. She's just so weird. I love her and I absolutely understand why those two boys want to get with her.

She is a special effects makeup artist who runs her own three-person team that specializes in sci-fi/horror properties. One of the first things we see her doing is mixing up a bunch of different types of fake blood, because, hey, a lot of different stunt people are going to die today, and you can't just use one type of blood for everybody!

She is a dadgumn professional, is what she is.

What she isn't, however, is a pick-me, not-like-the-other-girls girl. Several times, she gets dressed up real cute and femme, and she never expresses negativity toward her more girly-girl friends. It's not that she's rejecting femininity so much as that her vision of femininity is big enough to include creating beautiful fake severed body parts. When someone describes a female character as "quirky," I cringe reflexively. But that's what she is! She's got quirks! She's a nice, normal girl who is also a big weirdo.

Since I did go read the comments, I found out pretty quickly that a lot of viewers hate her. Part of this, I'm sure, is just your generic vitriol you see aimed at any woman in a show, because holy fuck, we sure do hate women.

But I think part of it may come from how she's not asking "how high?" every time those boys tell her they'd like her to jump. There's some real viciousness out there toward women that turn down men, epecially from other women. Without getting too much into psychoanalysis about it, an awful lot of hate gets directed from other women toward the female ex-/partners of desirable men, much of which comes from the terrible assumption that if you were in her position, you'd be appropriately grateful! You'd treat that boy right! That lucky bitch doesn't know how good she's got it!

...You see how that's bad, though, right? Like, really bad and toxic?

Eom Dada tells those boys "no" when she doesn't want what they're offering. She's realizes early on that setting yourself on fire to keep your partner warm is terrible, so she stops. She's going to make them wait until she wants it -- and if she never wants it, well, those boys just get to keep right on waiting!

Read me loud and clear: I'm not saying the only reason to dislike Eom Dada is misogyny. Sometimes you just don't like a character! It happens! It's legal! What I am saying, though, is that when you look at a lot of the hate toward her all at once, certain trends emerge, and they're more than a little bit ugly.

And I think that's unfair because she's an absolute pumpkin who deserves all the smooches and spicy noodles she wants.

3. ...Are they gonna kiss?

And by "they" here, I don't mean Girlfriend and Robot Boyfriend, who obviously smooch. I mean Robot Boyfriend and Ex-Boyfriend.

They hate one another! They make heartbreaking sacrifices for one another! They're vicious rivals! They team up to solve mysteries! They're incredibly suspicious of one another! They trust one another completely! What the actual hell is going on with these two? Because oh boy, the show itself sure doesn't know.

Their relationship yo-yos constantly throughout the length of the series. They're never friends, but they get weirdly close on several occasions, including rescuing one another from terrible predicaments. They also both seem fascinated with each other, above and beyond how they're competing for the affections of the same girl. The actors have some solid chemistry (much of it comedic) in their shared scenes. They're certainly not afraid to get right up in each other's personal space.

This isn't queerbaiting, it's not using gay as a punchline, it's ... something, that's for sure. And by that I mean, I don't know if I've ever seen a more powerful vindication of the principle that the optimal solution to every love triangle is a threesome.

This to me is one of the flaws of the show, that it has decided it must never acknowledge the strength of their independent bond outside of its place in the central love conflict, and to keep from doing so, it keeps nuking Ex-Boyfriend's character back to square one. He learns about love and trust and growth! ...and then we need the plot to have a which boy will she choose??? conflict, so he's got to unlearn all of that real quick so he can be a real dillhole again. If it didn't feel obligated to do that, things would get sexy fast, I'm just saying.

Here is the main reason I'm baffled that I'm getting no AO3 hits for this: These three would be one hell of a throuple. Where are my bisexual horndog fix-it fics where all three of them wind up sharing Ma Wangjoon's comically large bed?

4. Weirdly healthyish messages about romance?

I mentioned earlier that het romance in media is not my thing, and one of the main reasons it's not is how many just gross messages it delivers about normative gender roles and behaviors.

This show absolutely starts that way. Robot Boyfriend is raised on all your classic romcoms and taught that love is all about giving everything with no concern for your own well-being, while at the same time overriding all your partner's objections because you know what she really wants. When he first latches on to Eom Dada, he's kind of your classic overbearing comedy stalker who doesn't take no for an answer, because True Love.

And then ... he changes. He realizes that his romcom education is not going to help here, so he decides to figure out what kind of boyfriend she actually wants. Once he does that, he starts to figure out that he wants to be loved too. And that's when things get interesting.

He never stops being pretty forward about things, but it becomes far more playful when he's not pressuring her, just reminding her that the offer is still on the table. Eom Dada then responds by becoming clear about how she definitely wants to take this boy out for a spin -- just at her own pace, when she herself is ready for it.

It makes an interesting contrast to how, when she was with Ex-Boyfriend, all she wanted was for him to acknowledge her (which he wanted to do too, but couldn't, for absolutely bonkers reasons, because this show is just Like That). The two of them are still in love, but the show makes it clear that being in love doesn't mean you're going to be good together -- and it doesn't mean you have to forgive the bullshit your ex-partner pulled back when you were together.

But the love triangle isn't even the sole source of romance! There's a whole 'nother love ... triangle? quadrilateral? Whatever, you've also got Robot Boyfriend's charmingly goofy MIT-educated co-creator/trainer/big brother, who becomes the object of affection for at least two of the supporting characters.

My take on this is that Handsome Robot Hyung deserves the whole harem: the boss lady who can pick him up, the cute thirsty girl who does yoga, and the sweet gay-coded boy who is so impressed that he knows robots. (This is another tragic casualty of the NO HOMO attitude of the show, where that boy should be treated as a legitimate love interest, but can never be. But we know better!)

I'm used to seeing love triangles solved in one of three ways: 1) one point on the triangle gets demonized so significantly as to make the other one the obvious choice; 2) the eventually unchosen point gets given a Consolation Prize Significant Other so we don't fell too bad about how they didn't get chosen; or 3) one point dies or is otherwise removed from the narrative, letting the other two hook up without guilt. None of those things happen to either of these love polygons. Despite some genre-appropriate catty, melodramatic speed bumps, everything gets resolved in the manner of adults with reasonable amounts of emotional maturity. It's weirdly kind of nice.

(This isn't to say there's no toxic bullshit that slips in -- for instance, I still don't know what to make of that one arguing couple, or what Robot Boyfriend says to them. It's just much less than I expected.)

Your mileage may vary about the choices the show makes at the very end. It's not how I would have ended it, sure, but I also don't think it could have ended any other way -- remember, this is a show that never forgets what it is. It is contractually obligated by its genre conventions to keep certain narrative promises. If anything, I think it's interesting how much it feels it can get away with leaving hopeful yet unresolved, up to and including how many people are still comfortably single at the end of the show. Partnered romance isn't always the solution to everything! Sometimes you've got your career and you've got your friends, and now you've got some time to work on yourself! Maybe it won't always be that way, but it sure is right now. And that's great.

5. A surprisingly sophisticated meditation on memory and mortality (say that five times fast)

Real talk: In the past four months, I have lost a lot of people, places, and animals who were very dear to me, and had some close calls with a couple more. It has sucked exactly as much as you think it has.

So yeah, in the last few episodes, I blew through some tissues.

To a certain degree, it's exactly the kind of melodramatic tearjerker narrative you'd expect from a property like this. And let me tell you what, there is nothing wrong with getting a good, sappy cry going because of the overwrought dramas of fictional people. There are plenty of objectively mediocre shows and movies I put on because I know I'm going to be a blubbering wreck by the end.

This show, however, has the extra layer of interest that Robot Boyfriend is both Boyfriend and Robot. I don't want to spoil anything, but I will say that having a guy designed to be reformatted every time a new person smooches him adds a whole lot of interesting layers to what counts as death and mourning.

Add that to how Eom Dada is still grieving the loss of her beloved father, who taught her everything she knew about her career, and you get some surprisingly moving little moments that creep in through the wacky hijinks that make up the rest of the show.

Look, it's nothing I'd ever teach in a Philosophy seminar, or anything so profound as that. But it's quiet and nice, and it has more depth than I expected, and it all hit me right in my tender little feels box. If that's the kind of thing you're open to, you could do a lot worse.

Thinking about giving this one a shot?

Viki's got the series in its full 40-episode run. (It's actually 20 hour-long episodes split in half because of commercial break rules, if you're wondering why it's sometimes Like That.) So does Tubi. I guess your choice then becomes which one's ads you'd rather sit through.

I think if you go into this with the attitude that you're just going to go with it all and laugh at how zany it is, you're in for a fine time. Whether or not you think it's good is up to your standards of quality. But it's hard to deny that it's a whole lot of fun.

And then get your ass to AO3 and give me some OT3! Mama needs these three cutie patooties to smooch~

[rainisawriter]

Accept Me As I Am – Ryu (PSF #17)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, angst, slice of life

Prompt: Encouraging someone to achieve a goal (@flufftober)

Word Count: 3,325

Pairing: Reader x Ryu

World: The Rampage

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Being surrounded by a group of sixteen attractive men, several of whom tended to go around without shirts, could make anyone feel self-conscious about their own weight. For as long as you could remember, you were heavyset, even as a child. You hated it when you were younger but you reached a point in your life where you had come to accept that you were a bit bigger than most.

This confidence started to falter when you joined LDH as a hairstylist, working with the Rampage boys. They were all so beautiful and fit that it was hard to feel okay in your own skin as a heavier person. It probably didn’t help that most of the other staff were also skinny and quite pretty.

At first, you really didn’t give it much thought. You were there to do your job and get your check so you could pay the bills, but then you started to get close to the boys. It wasn’t a hard thing to do because they were such sweethearts that cared deeply for others. They didn’t treat you like an employee, they treated you like a friend.

You kept reminding yourself that you and them were on different levels and, even if they treated you like a friend, you weren’t actually friends. You didn’t speak to them outside of work, you didn’t have their number, and they didn’t know much about you. Despite this, you started to look forward to going to work. 

A couple of your coworkers took notice of this, though. They worked as stylists, choosing and altering the outfits worn by the boys during shoots. They also didn’t like you simply because you were a foreigner who had come to Japan for work. This contempt toward you only got worse the closer you got to the boys.

It started out with just dirty looks and insults whispered among themselves, but it started to get worse over time and they stopped hiding it. Well, they stopped hiding it from you but they made sure to act kind and overly sweet when the boys were around.

You did your best to ignore it, but everyone has their breaking point.

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You entered the Rampage’s dressing room, offering a smile to your coworkers as you headed toward the back of the room to set up your station. The first person you would be working on was Ryu, so you plugged in the curling iron so it would be ready when he arrived.

When Hana entered the room, she glanced around to make sure none of the boys were there before she headed over to you, a smirk on her lips. You felt dread settle in your gut when you saw her but you forced a smile anyway.

“Good morning, Hana-senpai.”

Her eyes scanned your body. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that. You’re a lot braver than I am.”

You frowned, glancing down at the clothes you were wearing. It wasn’t anything special, just your favorite outfit that felt comfortable to wear. What was wrong with it?

“It makes you look so much fatter,” she barely managed to hold back her snicker. “Then again, if you’re looking for attention from the boys, it’ll definitely work. Not good attention, though.”

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, about to ask what she meant when the first round of boys started to enter the room.

She smirked at you, malice in her eyes. “Good luck.”

You watched as she approached the boys, greeting them with an overly cheerful tone that was clearly forced. Her eyes never strayed from Ryu no matter who she was talking to and you could practically see the hearts in her eyes.

You tried to shake off the comment and not let it bother you, but it wouldn’t leave you alone. You kept wondering just what she meant by the comment and if there was actually something wrong with what you were wearing.

Was it not professional enough? Did the others feel the same way as her but she was the only one brave enough to speak up?

“Good morning,” Ryu smiled politely, bowing at you when he approached.

“Morning,” you replied, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

He took notice of this but wasn’t sure how to ask so he chose to say nothing, settling down in the chair. You carefully removed his hair tie, running your fingers through his shoulder-length hair before grabbing the comb. Normally, you would ask him how he was doing and if he was feeling nervous about the day’s events.

You seemed to have this innate ability to tell when he was anxious and you knew just what to say to calm him down. Today, however, you were silent, brow furrowed as you added waves to his hair. He watched you in the mirror, wishing he could figure out what to say.

“There, you’re all done,” you told him softly, refusing to meet his gaze as you set the curling iron down.

“Thank you…”

You nodded, pretending to rearrange the items sitting on the table. He bit his lip, wanting to just ask what was on your mind but Riku appeared before he could get up the nerve. The older male offered him a smile before sitting down. Ryu bowed to you and then turned, heading over to the row of couches on the opposite side of the room. He found himself glancing over at you frequently. 

Riku noticed the change in your usual demeanor and frowned. “Is something bothering you?”

“No, I’m fine,” you forced a smile, running the comb through his hair. “Did you sleep well?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He narrowed his eyes at you in the mirror, arms folded over his chest. “What’s going on?”

Your lips parted to deny it but then you sighed. “I… want to lose weight but I’m not quite sure where to start.”

“Any particular reason why?”

You certainly weren’t going to tell him the truth. “Well, Halloween is right around the corner and it’s harder to find a good costume when you’re fat.”

“You’re not fat,” he replied sternly, turning in the chair to look at you. “If you’re serious about losing weight, though, I can help. How much experience do you have going to the gym?”

“Uh…” you rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “I’ve seen videos of people going…”

He chuckled. “Alright, I’ll take you under my wing and help you lose weight safely.”

“Really?” You looked at him hopefully. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Thank you so much, Riku-san!” A bright smile came to your lips as you bowed to him, feeling hopeful.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled back.

Ryu frowned, his brow furrowed as he watched the two of you. He hadn’t been able to even get you to look at him, but now you were smiling brightly at Riku? Were you mad at him? Did you find him annoying? He exhaled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair only to pause, glancing at you again.

You would probably be upset if he ruined his hair, though it would give him another chance to be closer to you. He shook his head, letting his hand fall back to his lap.

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You winced as you entered the LDH building, rubbing your shoulder. Riku was quite the intense teacher, encouraging you to keep pushing while also knowing when it was too far. He had this sixth sense to know when you could keep pushing and when you had to take a break. You didn’t agree with him, though, constantly feeling as if you were at your limit.

You hadn’t exercised in ages, so your body was quick to protest. You were content just doing thirty minutes on the treadmill, but Riku most certainly was not. Rather than focus on one part of your body, he wanted to focus on every part so you currently felt as if you were dying.

Your legs felt like jelly and you worried they would give out beneath you. Your arms felt like they had been filled with lead and it was hard to lift them. Back at home, you had a shitty mattress filled with springs so your back was also hurting. 

It was strange to you, honestly. When you had finished the session with Riku, you had felt exhausted but good. You were proud of yourself for your efforts, especially since you had done more than you thought you could. You had completely forgotten about the aftermath of the day after and you were regretting it. Perhaps you should have been more honest with him about the last time you exercised. 

As you prepared your items for the boys, you realized that you needed to bend down to plug in the straight iron. Your back was crying at the mere thought but you took a deep breath and slowly kneeled down, securing it within the plug. You tried to stand but pain shot through your back, making you wince and return to your knees.

Honestly, you had never realized how much a poor mattress could mess someone up, especially when they were already sore. You briefly wondered if you should just start sleeping on the couch instead.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Hana appeared, a sickly sweet tone to her voice that was offset by the smirk on her lips. “Did your legs finally give up and refuse to hold you up? I can’t blame them, it’s a lot of weight.”

Your lips pursed at her words and you forced yourself up despite the pain, jaw clenched tightly so you didn’t make a sound. It hurt like hell but you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“Yah, aren’t you going to greet your senpai? Huh?” She scowled, hand on her hip. “You think you get a pass because you’re a foreigner?”

You ignored her, returning to the items on the table.

Her fists clenched as she closed the distance between you, hand grabbing your shoulder to force you to look at her. “What, you think you’re better than me because Ryu-kun gives you attention? He just feels sorry for you, you know. How can he not? Just look at you.”

The mention of Ryu paying attention to you made your stomach fill with butterflies. Thinking about him feeling sorry for you made your heartache, though. Did he truly feel that way? 

She saw that her words were having an effect and she loved it. “Apologize to me.”

“Huh?” Your head snapped toward her. “For what?”

“I know you’re dumb, but you’re not that dumb,” she scoffed.

Hana’s best friend approached with a laugh, sizing you up. “Don’t be too harsh on the foreigner, Hana-chan.” Her eyes met yours and you suddenly felt very small. “Should I talk slower so you can understand? Apologize. To. Her.”

“For what?” You hated how timid your voice sounded, even to you. “I did nothing wrong.”

“In Japan, there is a hierarchy that demands respect. I’m your senior, so apologize for not addressing me with respect,” explained Hana, lifting her chin up, a haughty expression on her lips.

You scoffed in disbelief, forcing yourself to face her. “Where I’m from, you don’t get respect people simply because they were born before you. Respect is something that must be earned, not freely given, and an ugly person like you doesn’t deserve respect.”

Slap!

The sound echoed through the room, startling the others inside. Your head was forced to the side, eyes wide as pain bloomed across your cheek.

“How dare you,” she spat angrily. “How dare a fat, ugly bitch like you call me ugly.”

Her friend scowled at you. “If you don’t like how things work in Japan, then go back where you came from, gaijin.”

The word stung more than it should have.

“Hey! What’s wrong going on here?” Riku rushed over with Ryu close behind, his eyes darting between the three of you to assess the situation. 

Ryu’s eyes widened when he saw the bright red handprint beginning to appear across your cheek. “Are you okay?”

You most definitely were not okay, but you couldn’t tell him that. You swallowed hard, forcing a smile as you stared at the ground. “I’m fine!”

“You’re a terrible liar,” Riku scoffed, folding his arms over his chest as he turned toward the two women. “What happened?”

The two exchanged a look before Hana pouted at him. “I was insulted and called ugly. All I wanted was a little respect because I’m the senior here!”

Her friend nodded. “It’s true, I heard it.”

You looked at them in disbelief, swallowing when Riku’s eyes fell on you. Between your sore muscles, aching back, the comments she made and the current situation, you felt completely overwhelmed.

“What happened?” Riku questioned you softly.

Your lips parted but no sound escaped. The girls were glaring at you, warning clear in their eyes. Ryu put a comforting hand on your shoulder but you couldn’t stop hearing Hana’s words in your mind, repeating that he only felt sorry for you.

You yanked your shoulder from his grip, pushing your way through the small crowd that had gathered around you. You ignored the calls of your name as you darted out of the room, tears stinging at your eyes. You ran until your legs gave out beneath you, thankful that you had found yourself in an empty, dead-end hallway.

Boxes had been piled up against the back wall, the dull lights doing little to light up the hallway. There was a single drink machine against one wall, though you couldn’t remember the last time it had worked, and a simple wooden bench sat across from it.

You fell onto the bench, biting your lip hard as you leaned over, head in your hands. When was the last time you had felt this overwhelmed and emotional? You couldn’t quite remember but it had been a long time. Normally, you were a pro at ignoring things that would have bothered you once upon a time. You had learned to smile through the pain and act as if everything was okay and, for the most part, it was.

All things considered, your life wasn’t that bad. You had a decent apartment, you were living in Japan and you had a job that allowed you to do what you loved. The pay was decent, as well, so it’s not like you were strapped for cash. Your social life was seriously lacking and you had yet to make friends despite having lived there for over two years, but work kept you busy, anyway.

You knew all of this, so why were you suddenly feeling so down?

It’s true that Hana’s behavior had only gotten worse over the past week or so, but why should that matter? You were never friends with her and you knew from day one that she didn’t like you. What was the problem, then? Why did her words affect you so much?

Ryu’s smiling face flashed through your mind and you groaned, feeling your heart picking up speed. You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew you had fallen for the tall male. You also knew you didn’t have a chance with him. Why would he want you when he has someone as pretty as Hana there? It’s not like she tried to hide how she felt about him.

Maybe your life would have been easier if you didn’t fall for the person she already liked. To be fair, though, you never had the intention of falling for him. It was something gradual and slow, something you woke up one day and realized had happened. It’s not like you were actively pursuing him, though. Not only did that feel wrong because you knew she liked him, but also because you didn’t believe you had a chance with him in the first place.

There was a soft call of your name and you tensed up on instinct, making you wince. Tensing up only made your sore muscles and back hurt worse.

Ryu frowned at you as he approached slowly. “Are you okay?”

Your fists clenched around your jeans. “I’m fi -“

“Please don’t lie to me.”

Your eyes snapped to his, surprised by the hurt in his voice and the worry that lingered in his brown eyes. 

“Hana-san has been bullying you, hasn’t she?”

Your nose wrinkled at the term. Bullying made it sound like you were back in high school and that brought back unpleasant memories. “It’s not bullying, it’s just…”

“Just what?” he wondered, settling down beside you on the bench. “I’ve seen the way she glares at you. Has she hit you before?”

You quickly shook your head. “No. No… it was the first time.”

“Does it… hurt?” He cringed at the dumb question. 

“It’s not bad,” you answered softly, focusing on a loose piece of thread on your jeans. At the very least, the sting of your cheek was overshadowed by the aching of your entire body.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Huh?”

“That she was…” He paused, searching for a different word to use. “Messing with you.”

You shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not a big deal, really. I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to!” He cried, surprising you by how emotional he sounded. “No one should have to deal with abuse from others. No one deserves that.”

You lowered your head, blinking back your tears. “It’s easier to just take it. I didn’t want to cause problems…”

“You aren’t the cause of the problem,” he told you softly, large hand resting on your shoulder. “Hana-san and Miyu-san are the problem. They’re the reason you’re trying to lose weight, right?”

Your eyes widened. “How did you know about that?”

Ryu shifted, his cheeks dusting with pink. How could he tell you that he felt jealous of the attention Riku was giving you? That it got to the point where Riku could tell and offered up the information to appease him? The thought was embarrassing. “Riku-san mentioned it…”

You exhaled, leaning back against the wall. “She didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.”

He shook his head, eyes burning into you. “You shouldn’t lose weight to make others happy. You should lose weight because you want to. Don’t change yourself for others because if they can’t accept you for who you are, they don’t deserve you.”

Butterflies erupted inside your stomach at his words, filling you with warmth. Before you could stop yourself, you asked, “Do you accept me as I am?”

Though his cheeks darkened, he didn’t miss a beat. “Yes. If you want to lose weight, I’ll support and encourage you, but please don’t do it just because of something cruel Hana-san said. I…” He swallowed, gathering up his nerve. “I like you as you are.”

Despite yourself, a smile slid onto your lips. “Thank you, Ryu-san.”

He nodded, shifting nervously. “If you want… maybe I could help you in the gym sometime? If Riku-san is busy, I mean…”

“I’d really like that,” you smiled, reaching out to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen in his face. “We should get your hair done.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fi – ah!” As you stood up, your back locked up, preventing you from standing up straight.

Ryu jumped up, grabbing a hold of your arm with a frown. “Just how hard did Riku-san push you?” He helped you sit back down, your brow furrowed.

“This one isn’t on Riku, it’s on my mattress.”

“You should head home. I’m sure Haku-san wouldn’t mind taking over for you today.”

“Maybe you’re right…”

“Wait here. I’m going to get you something for the pain.”

You watched him jog down the hall, disappearing around the corner. You smiled, leaning back against the wall and closing your eyes, feeling filled with warmth.

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-> High&Low/Rampage Taglist: @kiraaaeon, @simpforchuchu, @star2fishmeg, @thatpoindexterpixy @manhwabtch

-> General Taglist: @asterhaze, @mrskenpachizaraki

[saorling]

[Secret Santa] Holiday date

Fandom: Paradox Live

Characters: Sugasano Allen x Reader

Word count: 1508

Summary:  It was practically common knowledge by now that, to Allen, music was everything. He breathed it and lived it, so it came as no surprise to anyone that his date — the first actual date — involved a tour around the recording studio.

Genres: Fluff

Notes: It might be a bit lackluster due to the time pressure, but I hope it’s not too OOC. c”:

It was practically common knowledge by now that, to Allen, music was everything. He breathed it and lived it, so it came as no surprise to anyone that his date — the first actual date — involved a tour around the recording studio. Hajun and Anne provided some suggestions, of course, but none of them truly stuck with him. Fancy restaurants weren’t exactly his style, and street concerts, according to Anne, weren’t the best spot for a romantic get-to-know-you-better evening. “And that would be no different from your usual dates”, they pointed out after Allen tried to defend his case. Well, it wasn’t like every one of his dates involved concerts… just a lot of them, probably. Anne had a point. Allen himself knew that this date had to be special for several reasons: first, it was holiday period, and he got thoroughly taught about the importance of those. Second, it was almost half a year since they started dating, so it would make sense to do something different and, perhaps, share more of himself with his partner. This logic, after some more discussion, inevitably led to the idea of a recording studio date. “Well, all should be good since Allen’s lover is, after all, one of BAE’s heads”, Anne concluded as they helped pick the outfit for the occasion. Surely, it was nice to surprise the other party from time to time.

Since the recording studio was closer to BAE’s place than yours — for obvious reasons — you and your boyfriend decided to meet at his place. Allen suggested escorting you at first, but you didn’t mind a little walk, and insisted that it would be a better idea for you to come and for him to wait. Having a little walk could help and calm your nerves, among other things. A prospect of visiting BAE’s home was one of the reason’s, of course, but the bigger cause for worry was the present you have prepared for Allen. It wasn’t difficult to think of a theme for a present, but it was much more difficult to think of a proper gift that would be both practical and fairly unique. You even went as far as consulting Anne and Hajun to confirm that none of you would end up giving the same Christmas present. Still, there was a part of you that wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not he would like the gift or even need it… no, no. You shook your head, chasing the unnecessary doubts away. You clearly remembered Allen telling that his old headphones weren’t working properly at times but, given how much Allen loved them, it seemed unlikely that he would replace them before they break completely. So, you took extra care to find a new pair that would resemble his current headset as much as possible. ‘It should be okay’, you sighed, and knocked on the door of the flat you have arrived at. The answer was almost immediate. However, it was not Allen who opened the door, but anZ themselves. “Allen, your sweetheart is here!” they shouted into the room and, apparently happy with the sound of a small commotion and hurried footsteps, turned to you with a grin. “Hello, please come in. Allen will be here soon.” Anne didn’t offer a seat or a drink, as they knew you wouldn’t stay here for long, and leave to finish their work for SWANK, probably sparing you the awkwardness of trying to make small talk. Thankfully, Allen did not take much time as promised, and soon came out of his room, wrapping you in a quick hug. “Hello, Allen”, you greeted him with a smile as you lightly tugged on the strap of your bag. “Hi”, he replied in kind, and practically beamed at you, “sorry for the wait. Let’s go?” He gave you a hand, and you readily took it as you departed to your main destination.

“I hope you didn’t have to wait long,” Allen half-asked and half-said, rubbing his neck. You recognized this gesture as him being nervous, and chuckled. At times like this, he was especially adorable and, were it not for the occasion, you would have enjoyed teasing him. Just a little bit, though. “Not at all. I look forward to seeing the recording studio”, your interest was genuine, and, apparently, as much was reflected on your face, instantly chasing away any uncertainties your boyfriend might have had about your date. Instead, he entered what you have called his “engaged mode”. “I really hope you like it! It’s really amazing. We do most of our recordings here, and some of the mixing as well!” The whole trip, essentially, became a mini-lecture. You didn’t mind it even a bit, though — you were happy to listen to anything Allen had to share about his interests. His excitement was contagious, and, besides, you loved seeing him enjoying himself. The lecture and your attentiveness paid off when you stepped into the studio — you didn’t know if it could be considered a big or a small one, but you could swear that you never saw so much equipment gathered in one place. There was what Allen called a workstation, filled with keyboards and what seemed to be a dozen of controllers: digital audio workstation, audio interfaces, mics, displays, studio monitors… Allen listed them one-by-one, as you listened and observed in awe. Did he really understand and was able to differentiate all of those? It seemed truly incredible that he could navigate such technology that seemed, without exaggeration, alien to you. “You can operate it all on your own? That’s amazing, Allen! You’re a genius,” as you watched him toggle some switches, turn some of the buttons with such speed and precision, it suddenly came to you that, although he probably had done it dozens of times, the amount of work he did for mixing the beats and making even one of your beloved tracks was enormous. ‘Truly magical.’ “A-ah, you think so? I put a lot of work in it, so I’m happy you think of it as something cool”, and here it was, partial nervousness and the slightest trace of being shy — Allen rarely took compliments well, especially when it came to his obsessions that some could deem boring or too much. “Because it is cool,” you assured him with another smile of yours. With the initial tour finished, you seemed it was a good moment to give him your present, however— “Do you want to try it?” The sudden question startled you more than you would have expected. “Try what?” “Recording a song,” a pause, “with me.” “Mm, but I don’t sing as well as you do, you know,” this time, it was your turn to feel nervous. You were by no means a professional and, although you enjoyed singing and humming songs to yourself, you never thought of singing a song with Allen, let alone recording it. “Does it matter? Come on, it will be fun!” he took your hand in his, eyes filled with silent request. He really wanted to do it, it seemed. And… it was really hard to reject this gaze and that adorable puppy face. “Ah! I almost forgot—” Before you could give him your reply, though, Allen sprung up from the chair he was sitting on and inspected the pockets of his jacket until he found a folded paper that immediately went into your hands. “Here, the lyrics. I hope that you like them,” he let out a long breath — you didn’t even realize he held it — and fiddled with the now empty pockets as you were left to read the song. And, the more you read, the more surprised you became. “Allen, is this… a love song?” “Y… yes”, he sighed and smiled with the corners of his lips. “I had some help from Anne and Hajun. Mostly Anne, though, because Hajun wouldn’t stop teasing me about it. Do you like it?” Instead of replying, you gave him a big, soft hug as you nuzzled into his chest. “I do. I absolutely love it, Allen.” As you backed away, you noticed the bright red spread on Allen’s cheeks and tips of his ears. It made you chuckle, and didn’t try to hide it too much. You knew Allen wouldn’t mind you having a little fun at the sight. He never did. “Will you sing it with me, then?” and, once again, that puppy gaze returned. This time, however, you didn’t make him wait for the answer. “I will.”

As you learned later, the instrumentals were also made by Allen, and the piano part was played by him, too. You were worried that your vocals wouldn’t match with the music or Allen’s voice, but your man could certainly work his magic, and not only you ended up enjoying yourself, the finished result sounded so soft and affectionate you couldn’t help but grin every time you listened to it. And Allen really loved your present as well.

[jade-efflorescence]

finally getting to some tag games i was included in by some lovely mutuals! annnd starting a new post for both of them so it's easier to scroll through XD

the first is a q and a round which @sometimesiship tagged me for! Thank you so much for thinking of me, really meant the world <33

1. Named after anyone?

nope!

2. Last time you cried?

ooooh i'm a pretty emotional person so this should be easy, but for some reason it's hard for me to remember? Probably a month or so ago when I had some really bad stomach cramps.

3. Any kids?

Nope!

4. Sports played/playing?

I got into ballet as a kid (thank you, endless Nutcracker performances and Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses) and I've never looked back since! I've tried a ton of studios and different styles like jazz, hip hop, contemporary, and modern. (Jazz and Hip Hop are my favorite!) I also briefly took up swimming lessons a few years back.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

I've tried some sarcastic quips, I don't think I'm very good at it though XD. The only way I excel in that is writing them into dialogue hehe.

6. First thing you notice about people?

Physically speaking, their face :) If not, then their outfit for the day!

7. Eye color?

Dark brown!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! Always down for some fluff.

9. Talents?

I always like to mention writing haha: I've written a lot in multiple genres/settings and I'm pretty proud of that. I'd consider myself pretty crafty as well: I recently got into scrapbooking and bracelet making and have completed a number of those projects. I can memorize just about anything. I have a strangely good ability to pick up/create harmony despite not knowing how to read music.

10. Where were you born?

China! never lived there though

11. Hobbies?

listening to music, reading, writing, tumblr, spending time with family.

12. Pets?

a lot, since I live in the country! at the moment we have two cats, three dogs, many many chickens (roosters and hens) and several groups of bees that live out near our woods :D

13. Height?

4'11/abt 150 cm (😭)

14. Favorite subject at school?

English! Or Creative Writing if that's an option.

15. Dream job?

Traditionally published author.

thanks again for the tag, it was so fun! no pressure tagging @lassify, @mollyhale, @rachellelizabethhdare, and @wondrousmay.

[punkslovepoints]

1993 

It was a Friday night and after downing a few beers while watching the latest episode of The X-Files - a total rip off of the classic horror The Entity - Eddie suggested they hit the town.

Steve normally took longer to get ready, so Eddie was surprised when he heard his door open as Steve leaned on the doorframe.

"Twenty-year old Eddie would be so disappointed if he were to see me now." Eddie moved to grin at Steve before turning back to the mirror to finish applying his eyeliner.

Steve stepped into his room wearing pale blue jeans with a brown belt and a patterned shirt unbuttoned to close to his navel.

"How so? I thought make-up was part of the whole metal scene." Steve waved his hand about, "Like Kiss."

"Oh God!" Eddie turned to face Steve, wagging the kohl pencil in his direction, "Twenty-year old Eddie would have torn you a new one for suggesting that Kiss were metal." He paused, "Actually, he would have subjected you to a ten minute lecture about the difference between glam rock and metal and how metal is a far superior genre in every way. He may have even stood on a table." He grinned.

"Twenty-year old Eddie sounds like a pretentious douchebag." Steve took the pencil from Eddie, leaned towards the mirror to add a light dusting of darkness to the edge of his eyes, smudging it with his finger.

Eddie surveyed him for a moment before responding, "Yet you were desperate to be friends with him anyway."

Steve turned to face him, he looked a little lost before snapping back to his regular expression. "You ready?"

Eddie looked down at his own outfit. He'd gone for a pair of leather trousers, a deep cut tank top under his leather jacket and a number of silver necklaces. He felt pretty good.

"Let's go, Harrington."

The club was warm and they were several drinks in. Steve was, as always, surrounded by men, dancing without a care in the world, although Eddie had noticed he'd stuck to his side a little more than normal. Checking in more frequently, his arm around Eddie's shoulders, lips brushing his ear as Steve tried to hold a conversation amongst the loud music. He looked good, he always looked good. In his element, all attention on him, Christ, he was easy on the eye.

Eddie left him to it, going to the bar for another drink. It was nice, being out with Steve. They hadn't hung out just the two of them for a while. Eddie hadn't quite realized how much he's missed it until tonight. Steve was different when it was just the two of them.

As he joined the queue around the bar, a body hit him from his side.

"Eddie!"

He recognized the guy. Couldn't place a name though, someone he'd hooked up with at some point.

"Hey." He nodded, turning back to face the bar, not really in the mood for conversation. The guy nudged him again

"Haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" Sure, he was doing this.

He answered politely, "Not bad."

He didn't bother asking the guy how he was, but he answered anyway, going into a long explanation of the last year. What he'd been up to, mentioned people Eddie didn't know, talked about places he hadn't been. He suddenly realized who the guy was. Some total drone who hadn't the social grace to understand when Eddie wasn't interested beyond a hook up. He was barely interested in the hook up at the time, now he came to think about it, but it was late in the night and Eddie had been out of options. He was paying for it now it seemed. Eddie zoned out a little, the guy was boring as fuck and Eddie just wanted a drink.

"So, what's your situation at the moment?"

"I've got a boyfriend, actually." He lied.

"No shit. You exclusive?”

Eddie nodded.

The guy looked around them, “He here tonight?” Eddie shrugged noncommittally, didn't want this conversation to drag on any longer than I had to.

They reached the bar at the same time and the bartender asked their drink order. The guy nudged him, "I remember," ordered Eddie's drink and one for himself.

"Uh, and a beer too," he asked the bartender.

The guy looked at him, leaned against the bar, "He is here."

Eddie had an idea. A stupid, stupid idea.

"Yeah. He's over there," he nodded towards the dancefloor.

The bartender arrived back with their drinks and before Eddie had a chance, the guy had placed a note on the counter, picked up his drink and turned to Eddie, expectant.

Great.

Eddie found Steve sitting in one of the booths, a thin layer of sweat covering him, his hair still impossibly, beautifully tousled.

"Hey sweetheart," Eddie sat down next to him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and giving him a brief peck on the cheek.

Steve's eyes grew wide for a moment whilst Eddie desperately tried to convey the situation through eye contact alone. He put Steve's beer on the table, gestured with his own in the direction of the guy.

"Look who I bumped into at the bar."

The guy held out his hand to Steve, "Damien. Nice to meet you." Damien, of course.

Steve shook his hand, looking between the two of them. Realization dawning on his face, he reached an arm around the small of Eddie's back, pulling him closer, his fingers dancing a little under Eddie's vest. Eddie found himself shivering at the contact. 

"So how do you know my boyfriend?" His voice was strong, emphasized the word boyfriend in a way that staked a claim. Shit, that was hot and Steve caught on fast when he wanted to. 

Damien looked a little taken back by the possessiveness in Steve's voice, "Old friend," he responded looking at Eddie.

Steve reached forward to grab his beer, leaning back in the booth to take a swig before holding the cold bottle against his cheek, running it down his chin and onto his neck. Allowing the condensation to mingle with the sweat that had built up from dancing.

Eddie swallowed. Hard.

"Fuck, it's warm in here," he winked at Eddie.

He addressed Damien without taking his eyes off Eddie. "Nice to meet you. Can you fuck off now, we're busy."

Steve’s lips hit Eddie's at an angle as he pulled him forwards by the scruff of his shirt. Eddie felt Steve grin against his mouth, as he opened his lips a little, testing how far Steve would go. Steve hummed in surprise as he swept his tongue over his bottom lip.

Eddie glanced to the side and Damien was still standing there. Dude seriously couldn’t take a hint.

As if he had read his mind, he felt Steve’s hand hover over his other side before grabbing him and in one swift motion, Steve maneuvered him into his lap.

Eddie landed heavily onto Steve's lap and they both looked at each other with shock for a moment before Eddie remembered what they were doing. He tried desperately to stay alert to the fact that this playing pretend, not let himself imagine it was real in any way. Damien was still standing there so he leaned forward again, drawing Steve's chin upwards to capture his lips with his own again and then they were full on making out.

Eddie could taste the beer on his breath, the sweat still glistening all over his body prominent on his upper lip. He felt the damp and warmth between their bodies as he gave an exaggerated grind with his hips. At the movement, Steve let out an involuntary whine, and with equal joy and horror, Eddie realized Steve was starting to get hard.

He froze, his mind playing catch-up with his body, which was singing at him to continue, to keep taking and taking. But it was too much. He could feel the lines blurring and that could only lead to trouble. He wasn’t about to take advantage of Steve’s good deed, make it into something it wasn’t. He wasn't about to actually do something they'd both regret. Steve was straight, they were just getting into character a little too well.

He leant back and cupped Steve’s face in his hands, his expression indecipherable. Finding himself a little out of breath, Eddie looked to where Damien had been standing to see that, thankfully, he'd got the hint and left.

Turning back to Steve, the look had gone, replaced with his normal cockiness. He grinned at Eddie, shifting him off his lap and back into the booth.

"Who was that then?" He reached out and took another sip of his beer, discreetly adjusting himself as he did so.

"Some guy who wouldn't take no for an answer." He took a sip of his own drink, allowing himself a moment to breathe. "Uh, thanks. For that. I think I'd have been stuck with him for the rest of the night if you hadn't've, y'know."

Steve's expression was soft, too genuine for the situation, before his face split into a big grin, "Anytime, man."

"Fuck," Eddie pushed his hair back and laughed, "I'm gonna hold you to that.

Steve rolled his eyes. Downing the last of his beer, he stood up holding out his hand to Eddie, "C'mon, Munson. You owe me a dance."

Eddie finished the dregs of his own drink before he took Steve's hand and let him lead him onto the dancefloor. He didn't leave his side for the rest of the night.

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[modgirlyreposts-revamped]

OK FINALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT MY SONADOW ROCKSTAR AU.

So. Basically, Sonic is a rock musician, doubling on guitar and vocals. He has a pretty high voice, sort of like Takahiro Moriuchi or Vic Fuentes. Actually, exactly like Takahiro Moriuchi, because he’s rockstar!Sonic’s voice claim

^ Takahiro Moriuchi, lead singer of ONE OK ROCK

I actually have a design for rockstar!Sonic, but it.. the joke is that he looks the fucking same, save for a few additions to his outfit.

He lives a pretty dangerous life, using the platform of his fame to fight injustice by taking justice physically into his own hands. Ultimately, his repeated arrests, pardons and lawsuits make him even more popular as an artist, and he uses his platform to encourage others.

Tails isn’t interested in live performance, or being known widely at all. But he sticks around all the time to provide both tech support and encouragement. As one would expect, Sonic loves him, and always makes an occasion of Tails joining him onstage or in livestreams or interviews. It doesn’t matter to him that he’s the famous one, they’re a two man team and Tails is the coolest kid in the world to him. He could sit for hours watching Tails hook up his guitar to paperclips and bowls of crystallized mouthwash to see what sounds it makes.

Ideally not the paperclips, though. That fire wasn’t fun to explain to the 911 operator.

Amy was a huge fan of Sonic’s when he started, and used to hang around his shows and even sneak backstage to try to meet him. She was… annoying, but she was also a kid. He gave her a chance from the first time they met, and when she actually befriended Sonic after he saved her, his kindness and passion inspired her, and she pursued her own career similar to his. Amy does a pretty different act than Sonic, being entirely vocal with synthesized background music. Her music is a genre that doesn’t fucking exist from what I can see. Like super girly/cutesy pop. Sounds a bit like this.

She also has been known to collaborate with Sonic and combine styles to write sort of pop-rock music. Or just have Amy do one of her normal songs and Sonic absolutely fucking shred it on the guitar until Amy can’t even hear herself sing.

Yeah, they don’t do that one much.

Shadow first meets Sonic through his… legally challenging activities. He doesn’t even know he’s a fucking rockstar, literally just knows him as some reckless asshole. He sees Sonic several times and hears him talking a lot, and he never sees or hears wildly famous teenage rockstar Sonic, just some blue idiot with a uniquely good voice giving the finger to cops and rich people and endangering himself recklessly. Shadow has been involved in this shit as long as he can remember, and it ultimately cost his sister Maria her life. As they keep meeting, Shadow grows increasingly concerned about Sonic, who keeps sticking his nose into something that no one should be involved in. Shadow, of course, never had a choice.

Eventually, though, he meets Amy, who he actually recognizes as a star, when she stops him from fighting with Sonic. Amy tells Shadow he should come to her next show, and promises to reserve a spot for him. He tries to insist that he has more important things to do, like actually dealing with the shit that idiots like that damn hedgehog think they’re good enough to handle, but of course Amy isn’t hearing any of it and she reprimands Shadow for his hypocrisy, pointing out that he’s no older than sonic and asking just what sets them apart that makes Shadow fine to be a dangerous criminal risking his safety and no one else.

When Shadow can’t think of anything to say to that, he concedes. Maybe it’s because she reminds him so much of his sister that he can’t find the words or the will to argue.

It’s only when Sonic comes onstage at her show that night that he realizes who he is. Now, of course, that’s not to say he regrets it, but he’s just dramatically more confused now- why the fuck is Sonic recklessly endangering himself by getting involved in criminal issues on both personal and systemic levels (and committing crimes himself in the process) if he has a comfortable and easy life waiting for him?

The issues Sonic is meddling in are serious, and if anyone knows that, it’s Shadow- raised to perform the judge, jury and executioner, Shadow has seen a lot in his life, ranging from violent crimes committed by the people who think they have the right to the sheer corruption of the military and police and everyone who claims to help. He has no life aside from walking the line between a hero and a criminal himself, and doesn’t think he could really ever live a life beyond that. He hates the world and is convinced it hates him. Amy is too kind, Maria was too kind, and the world will see to it that she suffers for the crime of being good the way Maria did.

That doesn’t seem to happen. Shadow saw it when he entered the concert hall, crowded with people of all ages chattering excitedly. He saw it in the visible joy when Amy and Sonic entered, and he sees it in the way Sonic hesitates in surprise when he sees Shadow, then turns to Amy and grins. Sonic is kind, too. And the people they attract are good.

Shadow is drawn to Sonic’s music, and keeps showing up, keeps showing up, keeps on showing up. It keeps him out of his head, and out of the life he’s stuck in. He eventually learns of Tails, Sonic’s younger brother, and even gets the chance to just talk to Sonic normally.

That’s when Sonic asks Shadow if he’s ever considered playing an instrument of his own. He says if he’d like, he could have a place on the stage with them.

At first, Shadow wants to refuse. He doesn’t want his actions to be defined by the pity of another. But he gets to thinking about it, and realizes he doesn’t like the life he lives now. Creating his own path through music would finally allow him control he hasn’t really gotten before.

He decides he’ll make his own career before ever joining someone else. He ends up making his own name as an independent metal/industrial rock artist. Similar to KoRn. He has a pretty deep voice much more geared to his musical style. Probably closest to Jonathan Davis of anything I can think of.

Jonathan Davis ^

By the time Shadow ever steps onstage, he almost looks totally different. He has two new piercings in the lower lip, one in his nose, one in his eyebrow, two in the left ear and three in the right, spiked bracelets on each arm, and platform boots. He stands out far more than he’d allowed himself to before, and he finds himself with a lot of fans.

He and Sonic just keep meeting. Shadow has complicated feelings on him, both despising and admiring him, liking and hating him. Sonic both likes and is annoyed by him- despite it all, they butt heads often over just about anything. It’s the fuel for a sort of rivalry that gets everyone interested in their relationship. Sonic’s fans even make jokes about shipping them.

It’s basically their weird gay pining love/hate relationship but they’re both gay rock musicians.

I’ve been imagining for a little longer than I’d like to say that Sonic would write/perform this song about his relationship with Shadow

The uncensored version has some sexual shit but once you listen to it too much the clean version just sounds choppy and weird. So uhh. Sending the uncensored version but anyway the song is totally sonadow fr

I am so sorry but when imagining what Sonic would sound like onstage I immediately thought of this song, and I apologize in advance if you know the meaning of this song-

[oreomonsterhunter]

“I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight”

Pairing: Johnny x reader (or OC)

Word Count: 3988

Genre: fluff, not smut but they both really wanna toe the line

Warnings: language, some sexy kisses (cover your eyes kids)

Summary: Johnny takes his best friend on their first date

A/N: this has absolutely morphed into a long term couple, because apparently Princess has taken the reins 😂 if you like this, check out the rest of their story so far on my masterlist!

You were nervous.  Friends with Johnny since diapers, and somehow you were nervous to meet him in five minutes.  You glanced at the time—make that four minutes.

Pacing back and forth in front of the door, you smoothed down your dress again.  All Johnny had told you was to dress up.  He might be a fashion king, but he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing details.  You’d teetered between twenty different outfits before finally settling on a happy medium.  Couldn’t show up to a museum in an evening gown.  Well, you supposed you could, if you even owned one.  So the little black dress at the back of your closet was the final choice.  Safe enough for just about every venue, since Johnny hadn’t told you where your date would be.

You sucked in a breath, fighting against the nerves tight in your stomach.  Your first date, oh my gosh.  How were you supposed to date Johnny?  You’d done practically everything together already, what made this different from going to the movies together last week?  Aside from the obvious—last week, you didn’t know what Johnny’s lips felt like on yours.

Then you groaned at your sudden realization.  Jeez, you couldn’t do anything right in this relationship with Johnny.  You were about to have your first date but you’d already had a hot and heavy makeout session at an unmentionable hour of the morning.  So much for “will I kiss him afterwards?”  Dating for five seconds, and everything was already out of order.  You wanted to scream, but before your thoughts could really start spiraling, you heard a knock at the door.

You were sweating, oh gosh.  Did you need to reapply deodorant?  You froze, staring at nothing.  Until another knock sounded, this time accompanied by Johnny’s familiar voice, “Yo, are you ready to go?”

You sagged in relief.  Nothing else would have snapped you out of the nervous cycle better than Johnny being….well, Johnny.  And when you finally convinced yourself to open the door, the sight of his easy smile was enough for yours to appear, too.

“Well, uh, hi,” he stuttered, making you giggle.

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a small purse, and locked the door behind you.  Then you linked arms with Johnny, “Alright, where to, mystery man?  You haven’t told me anything.”

“That’s mostly because I didn’t figure anything out until today.”

Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you tugged him down the hallway.  “No wonder you didn’t share much detail.  I should’ve known.”

Johnny tightened his grip on you when you stepped out of the elevator, leading you to the car.  He didn’t say much, which was a bit out of character.  Frowning up at him, you tried to meet his gaze.  He finally looked down at you when he opened the passenger door for you to get in.  “You, uh, you look really nice tonight.”

A small smile bloomed, “Not looking so bad yourself, hot stuff.”

* * * * *

Apparently Johnny had picked out a restaurant for dinner.  A fancy restaurant.  You read through the list of entrees with a barely-concealed grimace.  “Do you know what any of these words mean?” you asked him.

Johnny beamed at you, “Nope, that’s half the fun.”

A waiter walked by with a tray destined for another table, and you both gaped at the miniscule portion sizes.  “Those look like appetizers,” Johnny said, goggling at the tiny salad. “Maybe I can order several steaks. I’d need about five of them.” He started eyeing the menu again.

“As long as you’re picking up the tab,” you joked.

“Oh, I thought you were,” he said, all wide eyed innocence.  You smacked his arm with your menu, fighting a grin at his usual antics.  The couple at the next table shot you a look, and you hunched back in your seat.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying.  Order whatever you’d like,” Johnny said, still puzzling over the ridiculous dinner options.

You frowned, reaching for your water.  But shoot, it probably cost five bucks for tap, you thought with no small amount of horror.  You set it back down before you drained more of Johnny’s wallet.

After a few more minutes of torturous silence, trying not to fidget too much, you leaned forward.  “Do we even have a waiter?”

Johnny jerked upright, looking over his shoulder at the man in question.  “I don’t know?”

“I’ve been trying to make eye contact with the staff for five minutes and they’re all ignoring me.”

Johnny blinked at you.  “Wait, are you ready to order?”

“No, I wanna ask if they charge for water.”

“No one charges for water,” he chortled.

“I bet it’s five bucks a glass,” you said, crossing your arms.

Now Johnny was really laughing, and half the restaurant was staring at your table.  “Only if it’s imported from the crystal springs of Iceland,” he said, grinning.

“Wait, really?”

“Hell if I know,” Johnny said, making you snort some of your water.  You shrunk down in your chair, hiding your red face while he kept laughing.

“I don’t know this man,” you said to the people at the next table. They stared at you, whispering among themselves.  Pouting, you turned back to Johnny.  “I can’t believe you booked a table here,” you cocked an eyebrow at him.  “I thought we were burger joint people, not escargot snobs.”

“Do you really not wanna eat here?” he asked, propping his elbows on the table.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your waiter finally showed up to take your order.  “Good evening, can I interest you in anything else to drink?”

“Any Icelandic sparkling water?”  Now Johnny was the one snorting inelegantly.

The waiter laughed, despite not knowing the joke.  “Can I interest you in a bottle of red?  You seem like a red wine woman.”

You smiled politely, reaching for the wine list when he offered it to you.  “Sure, I’ll take a look.”

The waiter smirked, eyes landing on you.  “I’ll have to card you, miss.”

Your brows raised, but you complied, digging out your wallet.  Across the table, Johnny cleared his throat, “Do I look like a red wine guy?”  But the waiter barely glanced at him before his eyes were back on you.

“Your photo doesn’t do you justice,” the waiter commented, handing your ID back.

“No one looks good in those pictures,” you chuckled.

“I beg to differ,” he said, then nodded at the wine list.  “What can I get you?”

You glanced over at Johnny, who was fidgeting enough to shake the table.  Curious.  “What do you recommend?” you asked, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

“You might be interested in one of our finer vintages,” he began, leaning over your shoulder to point out a few wines on the list.  You heard a subtle sound, and out of the corner of your eye, saw Johnny’s fingers rapping the table at a rapidly increasing pace.  You bit your lip, focusing on the wines again, but not before adding a little more fuel to the fire.  Time to test your theory.  You crossed your legs, brushing one foot up Johnny’s calf in the process.  The man jumped as if electrocuted, his knees banging into the underside of the table.

“How about this one?” you asked innocently, looking up at the waiter again.

“A lovely choice, though it is on the higher range, so I’m not sure—”

“We’ll take it,” Johnny announced, plucking the wine list from your fingers and shoving it at the waiter.

You raised an eyebrow, but the waiter simply smiled at you, apparently unbothered by growly Johnny.  “I’ll bring that right out for you,” he said, taking the wine menu and leaving you to suffer over dinner options.

Johnny cleared his throat, leaning towards you again.  “That waiter’s a bit weird, huh?” he asked, watching the man walk away.  “He didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

You donned your best sparkly-eyed expression, “But he’s being so friendly!  He really deserves a nice tip, he had some helpful suggestions.”

Johnny frowned, “He’s obviously flirting with you.”

“No way,” you laughed, waving him off.

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Trust me.  He’s flirting with you more than I am, and I’m the one taking you on a date.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table.  “Maybe you should start flirting with me some more, then.”

Johnny sent you an indecipherable look.  You wondered if your teasing had worked.  But Johnny seemed to have calmed down some, now that the helpful waiter was out of sight.  

You shrugged, sitting back in your chair.  You changed the subject, giving the man a break.  “Seriously, we don’t need to spend this much on dinner.  I feel bad.”

“I thought you’d like this place,” Johnny said, brows furrowing.

“I will literally go anywhere with you, it doesn’t matter, I just….I dunno, I feel like I don’t fit in here.”  You weren’t quite sure how to express your fear that people would call you a gold-digger or something, only dating Johnny now that he’d achieved success.  Even if the two of you knew better, it still made your stomach twist.  And not in the nice way it did while watching Johnny’s hands playing with his water glass.  Shoot, shoot, shoot, now his fingers were wet from the condensation.  You really didn’t need to know what that looked like.  Had his hands always been that large?  You shifted in your seat.

Johnny’s mouth twisted in a wry smile, “I don’t know if either of us really fit in with the rich old person vibe, but I heard the food is good.”

I’d rather have a bite of you, you thought to yourself, twisting the napkin in your lap.  You’d never seen him in a suit before.  Or at least, not in person.

Johnny coughed suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes.  “What?”

Oh shit, did you say that out loud?  Your cheeks burned.  “Um, I’d be, uh,” you stuttered, trying to cover your mistake, all confidence extinguished.  “We could get burgers, or something.”

Johnny sat back in his chair, eyes on yours.  He smirked, and you wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.  Oh no, he definitely heard you.

“As long as I get to keep watching you,” Johnny said, voice low.  “You really are beautiful, not just tonight.  Every night.”

You opened your mouth, not sure what to say, but knowing that you wanted Johnny to keep looking at you like that.  Like you were the main course.  “Johnny, I—”

“Your wine, miss,” the waiter had returned.  You bit back a frown, knowing he was just doing his job.  But he seriously couldn’t have waited another minute?

“Thank you,” you murmured, sampling the first sip before allowing the waiter to pour both glasses.

“Can I interest you in any appetizers?” he asked, pouring Johnny’s wine.

You blinked, having forgotten the menu entirely.  Across the table, Johnny pulled out the menu, but before he could point anything out, the waiter was hovering over your shoulder.  “Might I recommend the cheese board?  It will pair beautifully with this bottle.”

“Might I tell you my order?” Johnny said.  His smile was sharper than before.  You might have teased him some more, but you got a bit distracted by Johnny’s jawline as he turned to speak to the waiter.  Honestly, you were having trouble tearing your eyes away from him all night.  It felt like seeing him for the first time, and in a way, you supposed you were.  You’d always known Johnny was attractive, since the time all boys started to look cute.  You’d just never let yourself think about it too much.  Best friend mental boundaries and all that.

Maybe if Johnny hadn’t said anything on that night, you wouldn’t have ever seen him like this.  You wouldn’t have allowed yourself to admire the column of his neck, or his long fingers as they unbuttoned the top of his shirt.  It would’ve been you and your stupid butterflies trapped in the friend zone forever.

Thoroughly distracted now, you bit your lip as you wondered what Johnny’s neck would look like with some new decorations.

“You realize they sell food here, right?  You don’t have to look at me like I’m an appetizer,” Johnny whispered across the table dramatically.  You startled, looking around, but the waiter had left at some point during your daydream.  Oh gosh, did you drool?  You pressed the back of your hand to your face discreetly, relieved to find nothing of the sort.

Then your brain caught up to Johnny, and you looked up at him with a smirk, “You’re too big to be an appetizer.”

Johnny choked on a laugh, covering his mouth to hide his smile when the other diners looked your way.  When he appeared to have himself under control again, he eyed you from head to toe—or at least what he could see from across the table.  He shot you a grin, “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”

You watched him through your lashes, not quite sure what to make of him anymore.  You’d had your fair share of fun with other guys, but never in a million years had you imagined flirting with Johnny so blatantly.  Let alone in a fancy five star restaurant like this.

A sudden presence at your side startled you, and you jumped a little when the waiter reached over your shoulder to set a dish down.  “Sorry for startling you,” he murmured, moving away slightly, but not before brushing your shoulder in apology.  “Should I leave you with this for now, or are you ready to order?”

Johnny’s eyes flashed, and you bit back a curse at the waiter’s truly stellar ability to interrupt.  “We’re fine, thank you,” you said, unable to stop watching Johnny.  Or his hand, slowly tightening into a fist on top of the table.

“Would you like to hear the specials tonight?”

You donned a polite smile, nodding at the waiter to continue.  While he read down the list of fancy-sounding entrées, you turned your smile on Johnny, who was vibrating in his seat again.  You could’ve sworn your water glasses were shaking, and you held back a giggle.  You uncrossed and recrossed your legs, extra slowly to make sure he got the message when you “accidentally” brushed his knee this time.  The vibrations stopped, and his eyes burned into you.

“Thank you, we’ll keep looking over the menu,” Johnny interrupted the waiter, his voice deeper than before.  Your smile only grew.

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you leaned in.  “Can we leave?  I can’t even kiss you here.”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Johnny said, standing up the second the words were out of your mouth.  He nearly upended the table, making you snort.  “Right now,” he nodded, striding for the exit.

You scrambled out of your chair, rushing after him.  “Johnny,” you hissed, grabbing his sleeve.  “We didn’t pay yet.”

He came to a halt in the hallway, and you nearly ran into his back.  Then Johnny turned around, and you became very aware of the semi-secluded location as he moved closer.  You squeaked out a panicked, “Not here!”  You backed away until he finally reached out, one hand circling your waist to reel you in.

Johnny’s eyes moved over your shoulder, then back to yours.  He smirked, leaning in close enough for you to feel his lips brushing your cheek as he murmured, “Tell the valet to get the car.  I’ll grab the wine.”

You could’ve sworn you felt his hand brush down your back, lower.  Your cheeks burned hotter.  But when you turned, Johnny’s broad shoulders were disappearing around the corner, and the waiter was hurrying in the opposite direction.

* * * * *

You ended up ditching the car and walking around the neighborhood.  You only looked slightly out of place with your high heels and makeup when you ended up at a tteokbokki joint.  You’d played rock paper scissors between that and burgers, and Johnny won, as usual.

After dinner, you were reasonably close to your apartment, so Johnny offered to walk you home. It felt like another one of your late-night adventures, except you were usually in sneakers. When your feet got tired, you stopped in the middle of the block to take off the killer heels, sighing in relief.  You slung the straps over your wrist, prepared to keep trudging along, when Johnny swooped in.  One second, you were on the ground, the next, you were admiring the top view of Johnny’s ass from where you were dangling over his shoulder.

“Johnny, what the fuck,” you asked breathlessly, dying of laughter.  And from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm.

“Are you crazy?  You could cut your feet open,” he scolded you.

“At least there’s a nice view,” you sighed, reaching down to pat his butt.

Johnny put a little bounce in his next step, and you grunted at the impact.  You could practically feel his smug little grin.  “Hands off the merchandise.”

“How is that fair?  You totally copped a feel back at the restaurant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bull,” you said.  “You went all ‘alpha male’ with that nice waiter.”

Johnny huffed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

You grinned in victory.  “I never said you were, mister offering-up-information.  Now put me down, you caveman.”

Johnny’s grip on your thighs loosened, and his hands slid up to your waist, holding you tightly as he helped you back down.  You froze for a second when your feet hit the ground, not expecting to be face-to-face with him so suddenly.  “Wait right there,” Johnny said firmly, finally releasing your waist.

You blinked at him in confusion, watching as he slid his suit jacket off.  Your eyes widened when he reached for you, but it was only to wrap the jacket around your waist, tying the sleeves into a knot to hold it in place.

“There,” Johnny said, nodding at his handiwork.  Then he turned, crouching down slightly.  “Alright, princess, hop on.”

You beamed at him, not that he could see it.  It wouldn’t be a walk with Johnny if he didn’t end up carrying you at the end of the night, you chuckled to yourself.  You were fiercely grateful to Johnny for thinking of his jacket—you weren’t quite sure how long your skirt was, now that you were wrapped around him like a koala.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck.  “You’re the bestest.”  You left a smacking kiss on his cheek, and he laughed, tightening his hold on your legs.

Finally, you arrived at your apartment building.  You slid your heels back on, balancing with one hand on Johnny’s arm.  “I’ll walk you up,” he said once you straightened.

But when you got to your door, you hesitated, unsure what to say.  Was this the part where you kissed him goodnight?  You were torn, so at odds with the way the night resembled your old friend dates, only now things were different.  What were you supposed to do?

“So,” Johnny drawled, leaning against the wall.  “Where’s my tip?”

You stared at him, incredulous.  “Your tip?” you repeated.

“Johnny’s chauffeur service isn’t free,” he said.  “And if I remember correctly, you still owe me for last time.”

You cocked a hip, smirking slightly.  “Any preferred payment methods?”

Johnny blew you an air kiss, and you made a show of catching it.  “I take cash or card,” he informed you.

“What a shame,” you murmured, dropping your purse in front of the door.  “I seem to have lost my wallet.”

He watched you carefully, barely blinking as you approached him, one slow step at a time.  “Apps?”

You stopped mere inches away, “Not a single one.”

He swallowed, and your eyes tracked the movement.  Your daydream from before came back with a vengeance—you bit your lip at the thought of marking him up.  Then you leaned in, resting one hand on his chest.  His heart pounded through the thin dress shirt.

“Will this do?” you asked, lips just barely brushing his.  Nothing else touched, aside from your fingertips on his sternum, but you could’ve sworn you felt him shiver.

Oh so slowly, Johnny reached out, hands ghosting over your hips.  You smiled against him, then melded your lips to his, bypassing whatever hesitations were holding you back.  What was the worst that could happen?

You felt Johnny teasing at the seam of your lips and gratefully opened for him.  He inhaled sharply when you inched forward, your chest brushing his.  You couldn’t hear anything but your heart racing.  And when his fingers dug into your hips, you fell into the kiss.  He pulled you in like a magnet until every part of you aligned with him.  Your limbs felt molten, burning at the contact.

Johnny pulled away, but not for long.  You gasped for air as his lips traced over your jawline, making their way to the delicate skin beneath your ear.  He pressed hot kisses there until your neck arched back obediently.  And when he nipped at your throat, you whimpered.  Thoughtlessly, your hips rocked forward.  Johnny gave voice to a deep groan, so you did it again.

Growling lightly, Johnny curled an arm around your waist to pull you harder against him.  All of the breath left your body at the feel of his growing hardness against your belly.  You fisted your hands in his collar, tugging him away from your neck.  You caught a glimpse of his kiss-swollen lips and blown out pupils, then dove back in for more.

While your mouth danced with his, your hands dragged southward.  Your fingernails caught on a button or two as you traced the muscle beneath.  Now Johnny’s hips were bucking into yours.  You grinned savagely into the kiss.  You’d just reached his belt when Johnny ripped his mouth away from yours.  “Woah, woah,” he gasped.  “Slow down, there.”

You panted for air, “What’s wrong?”

Both of you were breathing hard, and you were having a hard time ignoring the elephant in the room.  Er, hallway.  “You’re not trying to take advantage of me on the first date, are you?” Johnny asked with a breathy chuckle.

You laughed softly, tilting your chin back to get a good look at him.  “Is it really taking advantage if you want it, too?”  You smirked at him, rolling your hips forward to emphasize your point.

He watched you through half-lidded eyes, and you could’ve sworn you felt him throb.  But Johnny, ever the gentleman, smoothed his hand down your back, resting his head back against the wall rather than picking up where you left off.  “Cut me some slack, I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight,” he said with a crooked smile.

Oh no, now you had heart eyes for the man.  You pecked his chin to hide your cheesy grin.  “You let me know when you are, hmm?” you hummed, placing another kiss to the base of his throat.

“Princess, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for you.”

You giggled, leaning back in his arms.  “Am I so scary?”

Johnny sobered, meeting your gaze.  “I just don’t want to mess anything up.  Not with you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you smiled at him.  “I trust you too much.”

“Oh yeah?  You still haven’t told me what you wished for on your fourteenth birthday,” Johnny taunted.

You tilted your head, thinking back.  “I didn’t tell you because I was hopelessly in love with you at the time,” you confessed.  “Now that’s out in the open, I guess you can know.”

Johnny blinked, taken aback.  “Even then?”

“Johnny, I think I’ve loved you forever,” you said, staring up at him.  “So of course I wished for the same thing every year.”

“What was it?”

Your smile widened, “Well, it already came true.  You said it, too.”

* * * * *

Masterlist

[howggswouldreact]

📏 The Only Tall Maknae | Wonyoung

Request: hii can i request an izone wonyoung jealous cuddles scenario with shorter fem!reader? thank uu Plot: Wonyong and the small idol Fem!Reader are in a relationship. During MAMA, Wonyoung gets jealous of her girlfriend. Words: 2,661 Genre: fluff Notes: tried to write it in a way that was closer to the thoughtless attitude of teenagers inexperienced in having a relationship as idols. there are spaces for prequels or part two, maybe. if you want, send me a plot and i will write more from this universe! hope you like it! have a nice week!

Wonyoung was happy to be at MAMA again. What made her even happier, in addition to performing and receiving all the love from Wizones, was that you were there, with her. Not exactly with her, since the location of the tables was made so that her group and yours were somewhat distant, but you both were there, giving sneaky glances at each other and dancing excitedly during more animated performances by groups you liked. You had to control yourselves, trying to be discreet, even though almost all the idols in your circle of friends already knew your closeness was something more. There were cameras there and they weren't kind at all.

You met through friends and have been dating for almost a year. Staying with her took away all your tiredness, reinvigorated your energies and left you with a happiness never felt before. She was the most beautiful and adorable girl in the world. And you were lucky to be her girlfriend. Very lucky.

Your group had made the second comeback in a year and, for the first time, your schedules were proximate. You were doing your best and she was doing her best, and you were able to meet in the meantime.

You just didn't expect to be nominated for Best New Female Artist, but Wonyoung was rooting for you, and when it came time to announce the winning group, you focused on her again and sighed.

"You are just a silly in love.", Soojin's voice sounded low in your ear, clearly mocking your "heart eyes" towards Wonyoung.

You felt your cheeks getting hot. The pros and cons of being a maknae... even though you were spoiled in many moments, your group really liked to make jokes about how you lost the bossy pose when you were with your girlfriend. And also the difference between your height and hers. It was extremely evident! But you loved it, after all, you could hide your face on her neck while you hugged.

"I'm not silly!", you said, smiling.

You turned your face to the stage, where the MC's were about to read the name of the award-winning female group.

Your eyes met Wonyoung's for a moment, looking for strength in case your group didn't win, and you gave her a bigger smile, getting back the most beautiful smile in the world.

Until they announced the name of your group.

There was a round of applause and you were a little lost, in shock, looking at your group mates for answers. Did you imagine things or did you really win? Your expression was so shocked that, at the same time, several fans were already turning into a meme on the social media. Feeling goosebumps come and go through your entire body and a light tug from Soeun on your arm, you got up and went from your table to the stage.

After that, everything went very fast. The leader, Soojin, said gratitude words to the fans, the staffs, everyone who supported the group, promises to continue working hard to deliver a good message through music, etc...

Wonyoung was very proud of you and, as your group came down from the stage and went to a part on the side of it for pictures, Yujin made a joke that she couldn't understand, but it was about the two of you. She looked at Eunbi as if she was seeking approval to come to you, but Eunbi was in a conversation with Nako about the award.

"It was pretty obvious that they were going to win, they are the best!", Yena exclaimed, when a new presentation started.

"You guys make a couple of very powerful maknaes, despite the height difference!", Chaewon whispered, from Wonyoung's left side, making her smile.

A few minutes went by and Wonyoung wanted to be able to go directly to you to congratulate you, even if not in the warm way she would do backstage, with a very tight hug and soft kisses on your lips, calling you "my love". Looking for you at your table, Wonyoung frowned. Your whole group was there, even the prize was there with them, but where were you? Were you at the bathroom?

"Where...", Wonyoung's question died in it's beginning. A few tables on the left, there were you. Holding another girl's hands. And that was enough for Wonyoung to feel her cheeks flush with jealousy and her heart sinking into her chest.

"I can't wait to take several selfies with it! It's so beautiful!", whispered Yein beside you, thinking about the award that was in Soojin's hands.

You nodded as you went up the stairs, until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning aroung, shoulders and a smile that formed an enlarged heart were the first things that took over your vision, indicating that the person who called you was tall. You focused your gaze on the face, raising your head, and realized that the owner of the smile was Yeeun, as known as J, a member of StayC. And your friend and classmate.

"Hey!", she greeted you, still smiling, and held your hands. "You rocked up there! I only got time to listen to your group's album yesterday, but it's really good! Congratulations on the award!"

"Oh, thank you so much!", you came a little closer to her to allow the girls to go up the narrow stairs. "I'm in love with your album too. ASAP always manages to make me very happy, even on days when my mood is not... good."

You were not praising each other for no reason, you had known each other long enough to not need formal praises.

"I know how hard you and your group worked for it and it was really deserved.", she had a caring glow in her eyes. "I know I haven't been on this idol journey for a long time but if you need anything, I'm here. I know there may be some difficulties but we will get through them together!"

"You can count on me too, Yeeun. This is not easy at all, but we are managing to achieve our dream almost together! Can you believe it?", you said, smiling excitedly.

Until you felt the lighting of the place get a little darker.

Yeeun's eyes landed on a spot above your head. You turned around to see the reason why there was a shadow on you, and there she was. Your girlfriend.

Yeeun greeted Wonyoung, bowing, while she was standing there, beautiful and in that black outfit full of sparkles that left you mesmerized since the beginning of her presentation.

"Hello, bab-sun-babe-nim!", you stuttered, impacted by the beauty of your girlfriend.

Almost calling her "babe", you tried to fix it by calling her (actually trying to call her) sunbaenim. Even though Yeeun knew about your relationship (you had already told her since you were friends), you didn't want any strangers to know. And that place was full of cameras and ears everywhere. It was risky. But your correction to the soft nickname you used to call her only made Wonyoung raise an eyebrow. There was something in her eyes and you knew it wasn't because of the makeup.

Yeeun greeted her and Wonyoung used a polite education towards the girl of almost the same height, differentiating by a few centimeters almost imperceptible, but that, with you between them, made you look much younger than them, even though the three of us had almost the same age.

Wonyoung praised StayC's performance and Yeeun thanked her before saying bye to you both and heading to the table where her group was at.

You raised your hand to Wonyoung's but the tall girl crossed her arms.

"Hey, what's up?", you asked.

"Nothing.", her tone was harsh and you felt a small pain your in your chest, but she had a smile on her face. A fake smile. "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you, but someone has already done that.", The smile was still on her face, for the cameras, but the tone of voice was still kinda rude towards you. "I can't even hold your hands without hear you saying that some people might be surprised by it, but apparently it's just with me. But, congratulations on the award, Y/N. It was well deserved. The girls and I congratulate your group.", she turned and started walking in towards Izone's table.

"Hey, what's up, Wonnie?", you asked, hurrying to catch up with her, but keeping an expression of false happiness on your face.

"Nothing.", her tone of voice cut into your heart, she hadn't even bothered to turn around.

"Hey, you know I can't keep up with your stride, that's not fair."

She stopped on the stairs, in the corridor that led to where her group's table was, turning to you and you almost ran into her, taking a few steps back.

"Just don't!", her gaze on you was as hard as her voice, but the smile was wide open on her face, it was petrified there.

You stopped as you watched your girlfriend move on without looking back.

"I can really do whatever tomorrow morning, I don't care, I just need to get this sorted out as soon as possible."

"I just think it's too late for you to go there...", Soojin had some concern in her voice.

"Have you texted her yet?", Jiyoon asked, stretched out on the living room floor.

"Several times and she doesn't answer nor even reply my texts since yesterday.", you paced back and forth in front of the television.

"If you keep walking like this, we'll find petroleum," said Soeun.

You sat on the floor next to Jiyoon.

"None of the girls answer you?", asked Seojeong, stretching.

"Hyewon replied that she is in a bad mood and locked herself in the room after dinner."

"What did you do, huh?", Yein asked.

"I don't know!", you almost shout, hiding your face in your hands.

"Oh, go on then because one in a bad mood is one thing but two in bad mood in different groups is a punishment! Go, go!", Soojin pulled you by the arm to get up and started pushing you towards the door .

"But what about the manager..."

"We'll find a way to cover you up, don't worry!", Seojeong said and Soojin closed the door.

You went down the stairs, calling an uber.

"Do you know how late it is?", asked Hyewon, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

"I know you don't usually sleep early, Hyewon. But it's a life-and-death situation!", you replied while removing your shoes in the lobby, only your socks on your feet.

"Death for whom? Only if it is for us, right? The sour mood she was in... I asked if she wanted salad and she almost killed me with her eyes!", with a tone of indignation, Sakura started to speak. "What did you do, huh?"

"I don't know!", you were about to cry. "Can I go and talk to her?"

The two girls nodded and you crossed the room to the hall like a bullet. When you opened the door, the room was dark and you already knew the way to Wonyoung's bed because you visited her sometimes. But instead of lying down, you knelt beside the bed, even in the dark, and whispered her name. You wanted to hold her hand but you were afraid. If she was upset with you, she probably wouldn't want you even there.

"Wonyoung?", you called again, this time in a louder tone.

"I can't believe you came here even after I treated you like that."

You didn't understand what the phrase meant.

"Can I lie down?", you asked, receiving in response Wonyoung moving her body to give you some space.

You embraced her in a hug, hoping she wouldn't reject it, even with her back to you. Again, her answer did not come in words. She held your arm around her.

"What did I do? Tell me so I won't repeat it.", your face was on her back.

"I'm feeling ashamed."

"Of me?"

"No! Of you??? Never! I'm ashamed of myself. I can't even look at you...", she confessed.

You were still confused, but you hugged her tighter. You wanted her to feel you there.

"You don't have to. You didn't do anything wrong, Wonnie..."

You heard a loudest sigh and she turned to you, resting her hand on your neck and touching your foreheads.

"I... I was an idiot. You, your group, had just won one of the most important awards of the night! I myself know how it feels to win it, I know how rewarding it is and... at the moment I-I didn't support you because I was... jealous.", you knew you shouldn't interrupt her, she was venting out. "I wish I could've hugged you and praised you... I feel so proud of you and everyting that you have achieved... but I saw you with that girl and she was holding your hands and she was smiling with such affection, I don't know what I was feeling other than jealousy.", her voice showed a little bit of anger and fragility but she kept her hand on your neck, caressing it. "I was wondering if she was special enough to show affection like that in front of so many cameras... if you liked tall maknaes and...", at that moment you laughed. "Hey, don't laugh! This is not funny at all!", she slapped you lightly on the shoulder.

"No, babe, what's funny is that you think I could have eyes for anyone but you."

"Yeah, you go ahead and think it's funny! And if it were me with, I don't know, a short maknae like you, holding her hands, wouldn't you be jealous when you saw it from a distance, without having an idea of ​​what's going on? Would it be funny?"

"Yah! I get it! Don't even make me think of you with someone else.", you took her wrist and stroked it. "Yeeun is just a friend from school and she was congratulating me. There was nothing else. There would never be. She knows about us and gives the greatest support! I just didn't get to introduce you decently because there is never enough time. I want you to see that you don't have to feel jealous because you are the only tall maknae I love. I love you. "

"I'm sorry for ruining everything and making you come here almost at the dawn. You shouldn't have come so late!", she pulled you into a tight hug. "But at the same time I'm so glad and relieved you came.", she whispered that last sentence.

"I would come at anytime.", you whispered back, kissing her cheek.

"It's too late for you to leave. What are you going to do? We can arrange everything for you to stay.", you were going to talk but Wonyoung wouldn't let you. "We can really work it out, make up a very good lie for the managers, take you back to the dorm quickly tomorrow very early. I imagine you have a lot of commitments now that you've won the award but... it's so late... and I want you to stay with me."

"Okay, I'll stay.", you replied, without thinking. "But I need some clothes to sleep."

"Okay, you can borrow Nako's pajamas."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding!", Wonyoung laughed. "You can borrow one of mine. It'll be huge on you, but you look beautiful anyway."

Embarrassed, you hid your face on her neck and felt her presence for a while, a warm embrace full of a young love that was blooming beautifully. The next day, you would have to deal with your manager scolding you a lot, knowing he would be right, but for now, you would enjoy your time with Wonyoung. Whatever happened next, it wouldn't matter. What mattered now was to be with the only tall maknae that you loved with all your heart.

[y-jw1]

three different reasons

pairing. baekseung × fem!reader

genre. fluff & a little angst

word count. 1.1k words

synopsis. your roommate was getting a little too attractive lately. he has always been─ but why were you catching feelings just now?

now playing. j_ust, " you"

warnings. mentions of fear of the dark and panic attacks

note. this was a very cute request ! enjoyed it lots while writing hehe thank you to whoever requested this <3 requests are still open so go ahead ! have a great day ahead, everyone !

HYUNWOO WAS A PAIN IN THE ASS. it could be a lie or a truth ─ that depends on his mood as your roommate. one second he’s cleaning everything and in the next second, he’s wrecking havoc around your shared place, infuriating you as if you were his mother.

number one reason. he is always in the mood to play ─ always and always.

“ let’s play!” hyunwoo hollers excitedly, pulling you away from your study table and into the living room without even asking if you were doing something important or what. before you could open your mouth to protest, the tall boy thrusts his game console at you and sat down close beside you.

“ i don’t think i can play, woo. i have a research to pass today and ─ “

“ don’t worry about that, hm? i haven’t even started mine yet! we can fail together!” he says, winking at you and starting the game before scooting closer to you excitedly. you scoff at him, elbowing his side and making him yelp in pain ─ toppling dramatically as if he was a defeated hero in an action movie.

“ if you beat me to this, i’ll let you go be a nerd!”

in the end, you had lost to him several times but at least you were laughing your ass off instead of crying over your research paper. what’s the fun in making it, right?

number two. he sucks at cleaning but at least he tries?

“ hi! i cleaned the house so you don’t have to!” hyunwoo greets you by the doorway, dashing towards you that his slippers weren’t even in the right place at all. you raised an eyebrow, taking off your shoes and entering your shared space to take a look with a proud hyunwoo trailing behind you.

he did indeed clean the place. you chuckle secretly, careful not to break that proud smile on his face. although there were still some residue here and there and a broken mop sticking out in the kitchen, at least he took the initiative to clean.

“ thanks, hyunwoo”

“ always at service!”

number three. he was insanely fucking attractive. you refuse to say it out loud but hyunwoo’s visuals ain’t a joke.

“ how do i look?” hyunwoo asks, barging into your room and spreading his arms out for you to take a look at his outfit. you turn towards him without any knowledge whatever stunt he pulled ─ and holy shit.

he was just wearing a black dress shirt and pants with his hair slicked back. what point did you find him attractive right now? you tried to snap out of it, throwing him a thumbs up before turning away from him. hyunwoo raises an eyebrow, walking towards you and stood in front of you.

“ you alright?” he asks, face nearing yours. trying your best to dodge his stares, you curse at him internally. he wasn’t helping at all and you wanted him to go out already and leave you in peace.

“ i am. you should go wherever you’re going. i have to do something” you reason out, shooing the boy away. he scoff sadly, pouting at you rushing him out but still went out nonetheless. once you hear the door shut, you cup your face with your own hands, taking a deep inhale to calm yourself down.

you’re only in love with his outfit, right?

your unexplained feelings went on for a few weeks. now, you’re trying to suppress them ─ trying to avoid hyunwoo even if every corner of the house, you could see him. sharing one roof with him was more difficult now ─ you just want to disappear when he suddenly approaches you.

“ oh my god!” not now, though. not when everything was dark ─ an unannounced blackout making you walk around to find a candle or a flashlight to help you. finding nothing, you start to panic. the dark was scary ─ it was one of your fears and dealing with it alone is scaring you to death.

curling up into a ball, you try to regulate your breathing and hold in your tears. you desperately pray the lights will come back on in a few seconds but unfortunately, you fail, and it makes you ten times more scared than ever.

“ hey, are you here? idiot, where are you?” hyunwoo’s voice echoes suddenly, calling out your name. you lift your head, calling him too and you hear rushed footsteps towards you ─ there hyunwoo stood in front of you with a small flashlight in hand and hair in a mess.

“ you’re here” mumbling quietly, you run towards hyunwoo and wrap your arms around him, crying onto his shoulder. stumbling a little, the boy quickly wraps his arms around you too and rub little circles on your back. hyunwoo knows how scared you are of the dark and when he realized a blackout occurred, he scrambled to find light for the both of you.

though all he had was a flashlight the size of his palm, at least you weren’t scared anymore ─ and that was all he wanted to see.

that night, hyunwoo didn’t know what got into him but when you broke the hug, he realized he wanted to save you from the dark forever.

“ did the heater break down?”

“ i think the heater broke”

you both laugh at that. the room had became freezing cold now that you could compare it to a freezer. hyunwoo gets out of his bed and pushed you to the side, laying beside you.

“ what the hell are you doing, hyunwoo ─ “

“ the heater broke, my love. i don’t want the both of us to freeze” he shortly explains, throwing the blanket over the both of you. you scoff at his words, rolling your eyes and just giving in to whatever he was doing.

“ i don’t want the both of us to freeze either, my love” you say, somehow forgetting the words slipping out of your mouth as hyunwoo wraps his arms around you. you snuggle closer to him, burying your face into his chest as you both drift off to sleep with your arms tangled around each other.

[kissingnamjoon]

Forgotten | Min Yoongi x Reader (Part 1)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader 

Genre: Its angst. did u rly expect anything else from me?

Summary:  “I don’t care about the clothes, Yoongi! I just wanted to see you! We did not have to set up these reservations for a fancy restaurant, I told you that! This was your idea! Why aren’t you listening to what I’m saying?” You spoke boldly into the phone. You knew Yoongi was stubborn and not one to let up easily, so you anticipated his response. “Because you’re not fucking saying anything worth listening too.” And with that, the phone clicked, and he hung up.

A/N: Hi I’m back after what seems like forever. Did you guys miss me? kadljflsjflks. Also, I really tried focusing on the readers perspective in this part, the next part will focus more on Yoongi’s. I’m hoping you guys like this bc I havent written in a while and I might be a little rusty. Okay. THATS ALL. ENJOY. FEEDBACK PLS

Your back ached tremendously as you walked barefoot across the concrete. Expensive heels in your hand, that you bought specifically for tonight. Tear’s slowly flowing down your puffy cheeks, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to care what any by passers thought. You knew there was a cheapy motel down the street tonight, and that is where your feet started taking you. There was no way you were going home to Yoongi. Not after the way he spoke to you and made you feel. What were you ever suppose to say to him? You felt embarrassed that you were so excited for tonight, thinking about it all day and dolling yourself up, and he didn’t even give you the time of his day. Fuck, if he would even be home. He made it abundantly clear that he did not want to see you, or at least that is what he made you feel.

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“Yoongi……where are you?” Your soft voice came through the phone. You were surprised he even picked up this time. It only took 4 text messages and 3 phone calls for him to answer. You normally would not call or text him so excessively, but tonight was supposed to be different. You thought, no, you KNEW he would make it to your date tonight. He promised you. Your guy’s relationship had been going through a rough patch, with Yoongi being consumed by work and BTS. You knew his job was demanding, but all you asked for was a little bit of his time. Hell, this date was not even your idea. It was HIS. He was determined to make up his recent neglect to you, and you were more than content to just settle on the couch for a movie night with him. But Yoongi thought you deserved more than that.

However, his actions did not match his thoughts. He did not make you feel like you deserved anything from him. As a matter of fact, right now, you felt the complete opposite.

You thought maybe he had just run into some traffic after it was 10 minutes past 8. You were very naïve and hopefully, and the thought of him standing you up or forgetting honestly did not cross your mind. Tonight, was going to be different. But then 10 minutes turned into 15 minutes. 25 minutes. 45 minutes. An hour. You started to feel nervous that tonight was going to be like the last several months. It would only be validation that whatever else was going on in Yoongi’s life, whether it be work or personal, was always going to take priority over you. When did your relationship become like this? When did Yoongi stop showing you he loved you? When did you stopped feeling loved? When did your relationship with Yoongi become so god damn ISOLATING and LONELY?

“What are you talking about? I’m at the studio.” Yoongi said. And with that, feelings of humiliation and sadness filled your veins as your heart pumped through your body. Of course, tonight was not going to be different. It had not been different for the last 2 months. But this time you had hope because Yoongi planned all this. Not you. Yoongi had always been a man of his word, especially when it came to you. Had your relationship come down to this? Did your relationship hold such unimportance that a simple promise really meant nothing to him anymore?

“What about….tonight? You know? The date you set up for us….” You do not know why you felt nervous responding back to him. Maybe it was because you knew he was at the studio, most likely working. But why should you feel bad? He was not supposed to be working. He was supposed to be with you. “Oh. That. Yah, we can just reschedule it.” Yoongi said calmy, with no concern or panic that he forgot, lacing his voice. Your heart just kept shattering, as you suddenly felt unimportant in Yoongi’s life. Something that he could just push to the back burner and forget about like it was nothing. Maybe you were nothing to him anymore. “B-but….Tonight was supposed to be different Yoongi. I was really looking forward to seeing you. I just want to see you.” Your lips started trembling, but you swore to yourself you would not let Yoongi know you were on the verge of tears. Besides, would he even care if he knew that he had caused the tears making their appearance in your eyes?

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Y/N. I got caught up in the studio. We can reschedule for the weekend.” Why was he being so cold towards you right now? This was not the Yoongi that you knew. The Yoongi that loved you. Sure, on the outside Yoongi seemed cold and distant, but with you, he was so much different. He was soft. He was deep. He was passionate and incredibly detailed orientated. He cared about you. Where was that Yoongi? “But Yoongi…. You planned this. I even bought a new outfit to wear for you and everything.”

Yoongi was getting annoyed. He already told you that you guys could go on the weekend. What weren’t you understanding? He snapped. “Well fuck, Y/N! I will repay you for the clothes and whatever the fuck else you bought for tonight. I told you we could reschedule for this weekend. Is it difficult for you to understand?!” He snapped through the phone. Why was he being so mean to you right now? All you wanted to do was see Yoongi? Were you such a selfish person for wanting to see your boyfriend, even if just for a few minutes? “I don’t care about the clothes, Yoongi! I just wanted to see you! We did not have to set up these reservations for a fancy restaurant, I told you that! This was your idea! Why aren’t you listening to what I’m saying?” You spoke boldly into the phone. You knew Yoongi was stubborn and not one to let up easily, so you anticipated his response. “Because you’re not fucking saying anything worth listening too.” And with that, the phone clicked, and he hung up.

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You were so confused. What had just happened? Did you do something to Yoongi you were not aware about, why was he so angry at you? The motel you were heading to was probably gross and dirty, but you did not even care. You had spent so much time getting ready for your date with Yoongi, and then the argument, if you could even call it that. You were exhausted and you just wanted to pass out and forget about what happened with Yoongi. You wanted to forget about Yoongi. Just like he had forgotten about you.

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[1p2p-heta-imagines]

Do you have any headcanons about the differences between the 2ps and their nyos?

(You didn’t specify any 2ps so I picked a few! Please tell me if you’d like to know about any others and I’ll do them as soon as I can 🖤)

2p N. Italy (Luciano) and his Nyo (Liliana):

• Luciano will make it very obvious that he doesn’t like someone or something, whereas Liliana hides a lot of her opinions

• Liliana will offer a second chance to most people, she won’t exactly forgive them but she’ll let them make an effort to make it up for whatever they’ve done. Luciano follows the “Remember and Resent” approach with people

• Both of them have a short temper, but Liliana will immediately remove herself from a situation to try and calm her anger while Luciano gets consumed by his

• The relationship between Liliana and her younger sister is a little strained, she can’t find anyway to relate to them but Luciano is very close with his younger brother

• Liliana actually goes to therapy and takes her prescribed meds regularly, Luciano refuses to go and his medication intake can vary between taking them right, completely forgetting to and just outright refusing to take them

2p Japan (Ryusei) and his Nyo (Emiko):

• Both of them spend a lot of time playing video games but they have very different tastes, Emiko likes a lot of horror games, especially RPG horrors

• Ryusei swears often around everyone whereas Emiko only does when around close friends or when she’s scared which is rare

• While Ryusei can’t play any instruments, Emiko can play the cello and a couple pieces on the violin

• Emiko will lose things 5 seconds after she got it, the other 2p Nyos don’t trust her with any important documents or papers, Ryusei will occasionally misplace some things but he usually finds them very quickly

• Ryusei is more of a shut in than Emiko, he prefers to spend most of his time in his room and invite people over while Emiko likes going over to her friend’s houses or going places with them

2p France (Louis) and his Nyo (Renée):

• Renée tries her best to get all her work done before going and doing anything else, whereas Louis ignores most of his responsibilities and can’t find any motivation to do anything

• While Louis is extremely uncomfortable asking for any kind of affection, Renée actively seeks it out and is known for being very physically affectionate with her friends and family

• Both self medicate in unhealthy ways but Louis drinks cheap red wine, and Renée drinks champagne. Both look at the other with disgust due to their drink of choice

• Renée is great friends with her 1p, the same cannot be said for Louis who hates his with a burning passion

• Louis is very nihilistic and makes it very known, but Renée believes that there HAS to be some kind of meaning to life

2p Switzerland (Florian) and his Nyo (Alina):

• Both of them have severe social anxiety but Florian has an easier time going outside than her, Alina avoids going out whenever she can and usually attends meetings through a laptop

• Alina has rabbits, Florian doesn’t have any pets but really wants a pet to keep him company

• It’s very rare that Florian will ever get dressed up, he wears the same few outfits in rotation, but Alina will dress up in her room in the middle of the night because it makes her feel better

• Alina absolutely loves romance novels, movies, games, etc. but Florian gets really uncomfortable with that genre

• Trying to get Alina to cook is a lost cause, she eats snack more than any actual food. Florian loves to cook as long as he can share it with someone, usually his sister.