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*villagers chosen at random, i needed ones close enough in size so they wouldn't get cut off (and i wanted ones that specifically were not wearing dresses)

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Heya heya! I am taking today off to write and chill so! Feel free to send some asks about any and everything! Something of your life you want to share, a headcanon, a question about my fics or even a request of rec fics and I will be happy to reply :D I will also be doing that thing where if you send a 🌹 I will share a piece of what I am writing and at every ask I will add a few sentences to my doc :D

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the way that i find ideas is so hellish sometimes bc one of my casual favorite genre of prompt blogs here are the ones specifically catered to putting characters through their own personal living hells right. problem is all of these awesome blogs and posts fall under the term "whump" like an otomatopoeia thing. so this means i have to look at the words Whumper and Whumpee and take them seriously as if they're not some glup shitto blingle blorbo bullshit

[byooregard]

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bluebabadee

THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI

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sparklejays Follow

based on your likes!

every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles

#actually mutant #jay .txt

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scamperpamperblog reblogged spocktism

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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic

#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain

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oh-you-pretty-things

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#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk

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mutantbuffy reblogged muntantpollscentral

🩻mutantpollscentral

*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever

#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick

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sploimsh reblogged jesterjuleses

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HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.

#THIS!!! #rb

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rosetvler

god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.

rosetvler reblogged rosetvler

non-mutants can reblog this btw

#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this

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okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries

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i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place

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dude do you hear yourself right now

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Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???

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i. i am a telepath.

#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad

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[ikissjae]

PAIRING … jung jaehyun x female!reader

THEMES … college!au. angst! lot more angst in this one. smut.

LENGTH … 7.7k.

WARNINGS … thigh riding. dry humping. virgin!reader and fuckboy jaehyun. cheating. please let me know if i missed something! MINORS DNI.

NOTES … i wrote this fic literally years ago as a someone i don't acknowledge anymore fic lol! this is a prequel to "During the Fall" and a continuation of "The Start of Spiring" which I will link in the source link below! hope yall enjoy! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

ㅤㅤㅤ© ikissjae 2023. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

Jaehyun: hey

Jaehyun: are you up?

You looked up from the patronizing word document to see the texts lighting up your phone. You rubbed your eyes a little before grabbing the device, blinking a few times at the bright screen. Of course, you were up, you had an essay due before 5:30 AM and here you were at 2 AM struggling with a conclusion. You leaned back against your headboard scrolling through the texts you had previously shared with Jaehyun, a smile appearing on your lips when you saw the blurry photos of him from the party where you two met.

You haven’t seen Jaehyun since that party, so almost a month now, which you didn’t mind. He’d text you at least once a week, and he’d send you cute selfies on Snapchat, so he did keep his promise. He didn’t forget you. That’s all you really wanted from him. You could tell he wasn’t the ‘relationship’ type if you were being honest neither were you. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a relationship it’s more like you have these weird commitment issues, you would rather be alone forever than have your heart broken. Weird, yes, but it was safe, you liked being safe.

You: yah i’m up

You: why are you even up go to sleep big head

Jaehyun: my head isn’t even big ://

Jaehyun: i miss you i wanna see you

You stared at your phone, brows furrowed as your eyes glanced up at the time then back at the bubbles sighing quietly. You never had a boy in your apartment after ten, except that one time when you and Doyoung were cramming for finals last semester, and who knew what Jaehyun had on his mind at 2 AM. You sighed quietly reading the message for what felt like the tenth time before slowly typing out your response.

You: i mean…if you really miss me….you can come over

Jaehyun: ……..are you sure

You: come over before i change my mind loser

Jaehyun: alright alright i’ll be over in ten minutes

You felt your stomach twist at the last message but there was an unexplainable excited smile on your lips. Your eyes landed back on your almost-finished essay, you knew you should just throw together a pathetic conclusion and turn it in, but you couldn’t even focus on that. Jaehyun was coming over to your apartment. You were gonna see him again.

You were back and forth from typing a mindless conclusion to staring at the door for the past ten minutes. You managed to finish your essay, it was shitty but it was finished, you were now staring at your now screen sighing quietly looking back up at the door waiting impatiently with a quiet sigh.

It wasn’t that you wanted Jaehyun here, you were bored with nothing to do, Jaehyun was going to be something to do. Suddenly, there were a series of rhythmic knocks.

You squeaked excitedly, jumping up off the bed with an equally excited smile practically skipping to the door. You hated how excited you were to see him, you shouldn’t be this excited to see a boy who wasn’t even your boyfriend, but you were practically bouncing to open the door.

When you opened the door you were greeted with the beautiful sight of Jung Jaehyun wearing a large black hoodie with matching black sweatpants, his hood was up but you could see his highlighted hair falling on his forehead, he looked cozy and welcoming. He made your heart stutter a little bit, you couldn’t help but giggle softly up at him which made him smirk down at you.

“So that’s what you look like without fake eyelashes.” He teased tapping your nose sweetly with a deep chuckle. You scrunched your face up before you realize you were sporting a bare face, your hair was in its natural waves, and you were wearing some baggy sweatshirt. You probably look like a different person than the one he met at the party, a softer more comfy version, you were wishing you at least put on some concealer while you were wasting time staring at the door.

“Shut up.” 

You giggled stepping to the side to let him walk into your small apartment smiling softly. The boy took one long step inside the room, he looked around a soft smile growing on his lips as he took in your messy room.

“Who would’ve guessed you’re an actual wreck.” He teased pointing to your messy makeup corner with a soft giggle, you opened your mouth to defend yourself but he was right. You were, in fact, a wreck, if that wasn’t already apparent by you finishing an essay at 2 AM.

“I mean…You’re not wrong.” You shrugged kicking a few t-shirts into a corner with a small almost nervous chuckle as you looked up at him, a bright smile forming on your lips. You used your foot to close your door, sauntering over to him with a shy smile on your pink-tinted lips.

“I missed you, whore,” you told him quietly causing him to laugh softly, resting his hands on your hips , smiling down at you.

“I missed you too, virgin.” he laughed softly pinching your sides, making you squeal quietly, shoving his hands away laughing quietly, looking up at him as you took a step back sitting on your bed staring up at him.

“Virgin? Come on, Jaehyun you can do better.” You patted the space next to you, watching him sit down with an almost tired smile, playing with the fraying edge of your sweatshirt.

There is a silence, almost uncomfortable but not quite there, he let his fingers brush your thighs softly as he continued playing with the loose strings. You smiled softly at him, you could feel your heart swelling as you looked at him, slowly letting your hand push his hood down humming softly when you saw his dirty blond hair.

“You got highlights.” You smiled running a gentle hand through his hair, which was soft and silky, making him nod a little letting his hand drop. 

“You like it? I was having a crisis.” He chuckled letting his hand fall onto your thigh causing you to tense up a little, but you let it happen even resting your hand on top of his taking a step out of your comfort zone.

“It’s cute.” You tell him with a slight nod, blushing softly as he laced his fingers with yours. He smiled happily at your compliment, squeezing your hand softly pulling your hand up to press a soft kiss to your palm.

“I like dark roots a lot. I’ve always wanted to go blond with some dark roots, but I’ve never been bold enough to do it. I don’t know how I would look as a blond.” Jaehyun tilted his head at you, letting his hand grab a lock softly, twirling the strands around his finger, he smirked softly at the thought of you with blond hair.

“I’d like to see you as a blond. I think you’d look really hot, especially with the dark roots.” He tells you with a subtle wink making you blush softly, shoving his hand away softly.

“Shut up,” you told him weakly with a soft laugh looking up at him before quietly resting your head on his shoulder, humming softly into his hoodie.

“How have you been, baby?” He asks quietly running a hand up and down your spine, giving you a soft squeeze as you shrugged softly.

“I’m tired. I’m ready for summer break, ready to go home, ready to sleep regularly.” You told him honestly with a restless laugh.

“Where’s home?” He asked you before quietly patting his lap, waiting for you to move there. You look up at him scooting hesitantly towards him, you felt your stomach twist tightly as you slowly climbed into his lap keeping your back towards him. 

“America.” You told him as you situated yourself on his thick thighs nodding at your answer.

“America?” He pondered out loud, “Are you all by yourself here?” He was asking a lot of questions, you couldn’t imagine him really wanting to know more about your life, he only wanted to fuck you right? You nodded a little, letting your fingers skate softly over the black fabric, feigning an unbothered smile.

“Yeah, I do but it’s fine. I love Seoul, it’s beautiful.” You nod looking back at him before looking back down with a small shrug. 

“Where is your home?” You asked out of courtesy turning your head back towards him to see him smiling lazily at you, you gave him a subtle eye roll before squeezing his thigh in hopes of a response.

“Here. I was born here but moved to Connecticut when I was five for my dad’s work. I came back three years later. I never really left.” You watched his lips move as he talked unsurely about his time here, you looked back up at his eyes smiling a little at how his brows furrowed in concentration.

“So, do you have, like, an English name?” You tease, smiling down at him as he turns his face away from you, a bright smile on his lips.

“I actually have three names.”

This time your brows furrowed but in confusion. Three? This boy had three names? 

You wiggled to reposition yourself to be facing him. Jaehyun took this opportunity to grab your hips, pulling you towards him till your chests were pressed together making you blush softly. You put your hands on his chest to keep some distance between you two, but with hips flush against each other you were feeling everything.

“Tell me about your three names.” You inquire softly, squirming in his hold till you were comfortable again.

“I have my birth name, my name, and my English name.”

There’s a pause. You tilt your head a bit in curiosity, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

“Birth name? You changed your name?”

“Yeah. I wanted a name that meant something. It’s a bitch to legally change your name though so I just use Jaehyun more often than not.”

There’s another pause but this one is filled with quiet giggles and cheesy smiles. Your hands held tightly onto his hoodie smiling down at him, before letting them slide down to let them rest under the fabric feeling his invitingly warm skin.

“Tell me your names.” You felt him jolt back a little at the touch, but he soon relaxed against your palms making your heart beat a little faster.

“Well, my birth name is Jaehyun, my name is Yoonoh, you know that, and my English name is Jay.”

“Jay?”

“Jay.”

You let the name roll off your tongue a few more times before chuckling a little, letting your hands rest around his waist, thumbs rubbing soft circles into the flesh.

“Yoonoh.” You just about whisper to see his reaction, eyes trained in on his face your smile now faint. His eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite read, he looked almost helpless, but the moment of weakness only lasted a second before it dissipated back into his usual cocky grin.

“Haven’t heard someone call me that in a while,” He reveals quietly, “I like when you say it. I like when you say all my names.”

There was a tense pause where you two just stared at each other’s lips, waiting for someone to make the first move. 

“I really missed you.” You tell him quietly, you can feel him grab your arms, pulling them out from underneath his hoodie, and placing them on his wide shoulders.

“Did you, princess?” He whispered up at you a soft smile leaning up to nuzzle his nose against yours, you blushed softly before nodding softly. “I missed you too. I’ve missed your mouth a lot.” He told you while tangling a hand in your hair to hold you in the current position.

“Of course you did.” You giggled squeezing his shoulders a bit before tapping his arm signaling him to let go of your hair which he did, his large hand sliding down your side to rest on your hip squeezing softly. 

“You’re kind of a slut, Jaehyun.” You joked pulling your head off of his laughing quietly as he scoffed looking up at you with an amused smile.

“And you’re kind of a prude, _____.”

You gasped quietly furrowing your brows, your face contorting a little in mock offense.

“I am not a prude, Jay.”

“So, you suck dick in a bathroom once and you’re not a prude anymore?”

“…Yes.”

He let out a boisterous laugh looking up at you with the brightest cleanest smile. You adored his smile, you have many screenshots of blurry snaps of his wide white smile. You could stare at him all day if he would let you. You let your hands cup his cheeks softly with a bright smile, making him smile even wider than before. You swear you could feel your heart practically fall out of your chest at the sight.

You wished Jung Jaehyun was different, you wished you had met him without knowing the copious amount of girls he fucked and left in the dust, but here you were with a tainted view of him that you couldn’t shake away no matter how many times he made your heart nearly fail. He hummed up at you, his hands skimming up your sides till his fingers collided with your exposed skin.

You shifted a little at the touch, he held tighter onto your waist smirking softly up at you. “What did you miss about me, baby?” He whispered letting his thumbs glide over your ribs softly, leaning up to press his forehead to yours. Your throat went dry, you could feel your stomach tighten at how close he was. Your hands dropped from his face to his shoulders blushing softly.

You opened your mouth to tell him how much you missed his lips, how you wanted to kiss him again, how you’d been thinking about him for weeks, but nothing came out your cheeks just burned brighter making you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He giggled squeezing your sides sweetly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand skimmed up your back to tangle his hand in your hair to pull you back with a bright smile.

“Did you miss my fingers, baby?” He questioned smirking up at you with a small head tilt. You stared down at his lips nodding dumbly at his words, you heard him hum up at you leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours sighing softly.

“Or did you miss my lips?” He whispered, “Did you miss kissing me? I missed kissing you.” He tilted his head to let his lips graze over yours to test the waters before he finally gave you what you wanted. His lips were still the softest pillows you’ve ever laid upon, you whimpered softly at the overwhelming burst of unrecognizable emotions in your stomach.

His lips were so soft, so sweet, so intoxicating, you missed kissing Jaehyun. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist as he moved his lips against yours, you held tightly onto his hoodie trying to keep him close. He groaned softly as he pulled away to roll on top of you, manhandling you till you were against your pillow as you tried to catch your breath but his lips were reattached to yours in a matter of seconds. He made himself at home between your legs, you kept your grip on his hoodie tugging softly at the fabric.

“Take it off, Jaehyun.” You muttered pulling away, managing to catch your breath huffing quietly as he sat up not even hesitating before pulling the black hoodie off. Your hands were attached to his skin like a magnet, you wanted to feel him, you wanted to keep him close. You wanted him.

Oh god, you liked Jung Jaehyun.

You stared up at him with big almost panicked doe eyes, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your slightly exposed stomach. You let your head fall back with a small whine, you were going to lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you. Scarily, you trusted Jaehyun a lot.

He wasted no time tugging down your sweats down to your knees, you swallowed thickly tugging softly on his locks to pull him back to your lips making him groan against your lips. He hummed softly into the kiss, pressing his hips into yours moaning softly. There was an amazing friction that made you shiver a little, digging your nails into his back with an airy chuckle.

“Keep doing that.” You whispered up at him causing him to smirk softly down at you. He rolled his hips into your clothed core, you could feel his growing length press against you which made you moan softly against his lips.

“You’re so adorable, baby.” He whispered pressing his wet lips to your jawline, nosing softly against your cheek. You bucked your hips into him with a deep shaky breath, he slid his hands up your sides to slide them under your top easily taking your breasts in his large hands.

You gasped softly at the contact, your hands skimming up his back to dig your nails into his skin looking up at him with hooded eyes. He rolled his hips into your clothed core causing a pleasant but short wave of pleasure to wash over you. You furrowed your brows at how good this was feeling, it was almost painful how short the waves lasted with each roll of his hips.

Holy shit, how did he always manage to make you feel so good?

He groaned gruffly against your neck, holding tightly onto your hips, continuing to rut against you his nails leaving crescents imprints on your skin. Soft grunts and gentle gasps filled your little room, red lines forming on his skin when your nails ranked down it, the slow burn in your stomach was starting to grow more intense every time he rolled his hips into yours.

“P-Please kiss me.” You whispered lazily draping your legs around his hips, sighing quietly feeling him kiss up your neck to finally press a soft kiss to your lips.

The tight tension in your stomach was growing uncomfortable, you whined softly into the feather-like kiss feeling his fingers wrap around the hem of your hoodie. You quickly shook your head with a thick swallow, trying to find your voice as you held tighter onto his shoulders.

“I-I want to keep it on.” You finally got out before the fabric could be lifted over your head. He looked down at you with a look of confusion for a second before nodding a bit, his hands falling to your waist smiling comfortably.

“That’s fine. That’s fine. Do you want to take a minute?”

You laced your fingers with his sighing softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging his hips flush against yours with a thick swallow. 

“I-I was really close. Whatever you’re doing, it feels really really good.” You nodded looking up at him with big eyes, a smug smile tugging at his pink lips as he nodded a little.

“I like making you feel good. You look so pretty when you cum, you know? I want to see that face again.”

Your cheeks burned once again as you looked up at him laughing softly, your eyes looking down at the bulge growing in his sweats.

“You’re really hard, Jaehyun.” You whispered chuckling softly at the sight, he looked up at you with a loud laugh pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling against your skin. His hands skimmed down your sides to hold onto your hips groaning quietly.

He pulled away from you, pulling you up by your hips to place you in his lap, manhandling you till you were straddling his thigh making you gasp softly. He leaned against your wall smirking up at you as he slapped the back of your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly before motioning down towards his thigh.

“Want to take your panties off, baby?” He whispered burying his face into the crook of your neck, peppering soft kisses to the sensitive skin as you nodded slowly. You lifted your hips letting him slide the soaked fabric down your legs, smirking cockily when his digits brushed over your slick folds.

He moved you back on his thigh making you gasp softly, digging your coffin-shaped acrylics into his chest. Jaehyun groaned softly looking down at the pretty pale pink nails, he bit his bottom lip holding tightly onto your hips.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” He whispered leaning in to kiss your lips softly, his hands moving up to hold on tightly to your hoodie.

You didn’t waste any time before rolling your hips against the rough fabric of his sweatpants, loud whimpers falling from your lips into his as your hips moved desperately against him. He pulled away from your lips to watch you pathetically rutting against him, a cocky smirk on his lips chuckling softly as he leaned his back against your wall.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” He whispered grabbing a fist full of your hair tugging harshly, making you cry out softly as you dug your nails into his stomach.

Your cheeks glowed with at his question, brows furrowed as a pathetic whimper fell from your lips. Visions of those lonely nights with your pillow between your legs desperately rutting into the pillow, thinking about the quick yet explosive pleasure that eventually lolled you to sleep, but you couldn’t say that to Jaehyun not without wanting to die a little inside.

“Aw, look you’re blushing.” He whispered lowly the same smirk on his lips, “Do you hump your pillow, princess? Do you think about me?”

You only whined in response shutting your eyes tightly, trying to lean into him but the grip on your hair was unforgiving. He kept you still with the iron grip on your hair waiting for you to answer, flexing his thigh underneath you with a cruel smirk on his lips. You whimpered loudly as your hips rolled deeply into his hard thigh, your nails dug deeper into his skin crying out softly.

“Answer the question, _____.” He growled pushing you down till you were looking at him, face redder than before and you could only feel yourself getting redder under his intense stare.

“I-I do. I think about you all the time, Jaehyun.”

He chuckled darkly at the way your voice shook as if you were near tears. He liked seeing you like this, basically falling apart before of him, because of him, was so arousing and erotic his head was spinning. Jaehyun hummed in response, his fingers finally losing on your hair letting your head fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you with a quiet sigh.

“Tell me what you think about. Tell me everything.” He whispers into your shoulder, kissing the flesh gently. You kept your hips moving into his thick thigh, your eyes blown wide as your clit brushed against the rough fabric.

“I-I think about your dick. Holy fuck, fuck, your dick is so big and thick.” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you held on tightly to him, “I think about y-you inside me, stretching me out so good, f-fucking me till I’m shaking. Wanna know what makes me cum?” You questioned smirking softly at his bewildered eyes as he nodded quickly, a soft moan leaving his lips as he looked up at you.

You moaned loudly as he flexed his thigh under you once again, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as his eyes stayed trained on your lips.

“I think about you filling me up with your cum.” You shut your eyes tightly, your nails dragging down his chest watching his jaw drop a rough moan fell from his shiny pink lips.

“Fuck, Jaehyun–oh my god–Yoonoh.”

You cut yourself off when you feel the wave of pleasure wash over you, back arching into him as your moan catches in your throat, body rigid and nails deep into his skin. His hips jerked up a few times, low trembling moans ripping through his body as he held tightly onto your hips, you knew there would be bruises by tomorrow. A familiar groan filled your apartment, you were too overwhelmed by the short ripples of pleasure still rolling through your body, mindlessly nuzzling into his chest.

The room is full of heavy breathing, his hands letting go of your hips to rub softly at your thighs. You swallowed thickly against the crook of his neck, pulling away slowly to look at him with raised brows.

“Did you...Did you cum in your pants?” You asked moving your hands to his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks when they glowed softly. He blinked a few times, brown eyes looking down at his sweats which were wet in multiple spots now. You watched a cute embarrassed smile appear on his glistening pink lips, his cheeks glowing brightly at your question.

“Y-You look so good when you cum. I couldn’t help it.”

You tilted your head at his weak tone, he looked so wrecked borderline pathetic from his orgasm. You felt something spark inside you seeing him like that, something that you’ve never felt before.

You wanted him.

Quietly you swallowed the urge with a small sigh, hands gently brushing his hair out of his doe eyes. You brushed the thought away, tossing your hair over your shoulder with a quiet hum. He groans softly looking up at you, cringing softly when he shifts his hips a little bit.

“Fuck. I feel gross. I feel really sticky.” He whispered his head falling back against the wall sighing contently, eyes fluttering shut as you ran your hands up and down his marked chest.

There was a blissful silence. A silence that you never wanted to end. You were the one to break it, pulling away to look at his blissful face smirking wickedly at him.

“You came fast and untouched. You must really like me, hm?”

“I liked the way you said Yoonoh. No one has ever said it like that.”

“No one has said it while cumming before?” You giggled stroking his hair softly, smiling at him gently. His eyes fluttered open to stare at your lips before looking up at you, swallowing thickly at the sight of the wet patch on his thigh.

Another silence filled your room, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your collarbones. You rested your cheek on the top of his head, nuzzling against his soft hair humming quietly as he brushed his nose against your throat. You wanted to stay like this, you wanted to keep him close, you wanted to stay in his arms, doused in his warmth as you both recovered from your orgasms.

You cleared your throat, untangling yourself from him as you slid off his thigh taking a deep breath with a soft huff. You looked around to find your underwear, you felt him move from behind you grunting uncomfortably as he stood up off your bed.

“Can I shower here? I don’t want to walk back with cum in my pants.”

“You walked here? Where’s your place?” You questioned sliding your underwear back on and turning towards him with a small head tilt. He turned towards you a soft smile adoring his pink lips, your eyes adoring the bright red lines on his tan chest.

“I live in the apartments a few blocks away.”

You nodded a bit trying to envision what his apartment looked like. Was it messy? Was it put together?

You could see shirts scattered across his floor, his bed unmade, and dishes in the sink. Maybe Jaehyun was a clean freak with a tightly made bed, spotless floors, and a pristine kitchen where everything is organized. Your eyes scanned over him quickly with a small smile, your chest aching a little at the sight of him.

“You can–” You turned toward your clock, the intimidating red numbers telling you it was nearing 3 AM. You couldn’t let him walk alone at 3 AM even though you knew he’d be just fine, but still, you’d be too worried to let him walk out of your apartment this late.

“You can…Stay the night if you want. It’s–um–it’s really late, you shouldn’t be walking alone this late.”

He looked a little surprised at your offer a soft chuckle left his lips as he thought about spending the night with you. He shrugged his broad shoulders with a small nod, a soft smile forming on his lips looking down at you.

“I would like that. We can finally–”

“Hold it, Jay. You’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Oh come on, prude. You know you want to snuggle with me.”

You rolled your eyes a little bit at the way his smile turned into a soft smirk. You aggressively pointed towards the small, pathetic, excuse of a bathroom you had, it was more like a closet with a shower in it. “Go shower. The cum in your pants is probably dried now.” You teased with a soft laugh, only laughing harder when he shot you a playful glare before turning around to disappear into your closet bathroom.

You dug through your drawer to find the lone pair of boxers you bought as an experiment last month. He’ll only need new underwear, right? You slowly knocked on the flimsy door, poking your head in the warm room, your eyes falling to the floor when you hear him pull your curtain back a bit.

“Couldn’t help yourself?” He teased smirking softly at you, running his hand through his wet hair as you blindly tossed the boxers on the sink. You only looked up to shoot him a slightly disgusted look, you watched him laugh at your expression before winking playfully tilting his head a bit.

“Thank you.” He tells you sweetly, an even sweeter smile on his lips, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods closing the shower curtain.

You closed the door behind you humming softly as you went to your closet, getting on your toes to pull down the extra blankets from the top shelf. You laid the blankets down for him next to your bed, grabbing one pillow from your bed to drop it on the ground. The makeshift bed on the floor was a pastel pathetic mess on your floor but he’d probably be fine, right? You stared down at the blankets almost leaning down to straighten them out, but there was a sudden vibration from the edge of your bed.

Your head shot up to turn towards your bed, seeing the fabric of his hoodie light up. You paused for a moment just staring at the glowing hoodie. Who was texting him at 3 AM? Without letting yourself hesitate, you pulled his phone out from its pocket sitting down on your bed to scroll through his notifications.

Every contact name was just initials. You found it odd but also didn’t question it. Jaehyun was a fuckboy after all.  You furrowed your brows at the screen.

q.k : if ur going to leave at two am pls be quiet when you do it

l.m.h : do u have the answers for the review i’m dying dude

k.d.h : baby i miss you :(

k.d.h : ik it’s late but i want to see you

k.d.h : jaeeeeeeee 

You blinked a few times at the messages. Who was k.d.h? Why were they texting him at two am? You heard the shower water stop, you quickly shoved the phone back into his hoodie, hands slightly shaky and mind racing. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about someone he wasn’t even with right now. You shouldn’t be thinking this hard about Jaehyun in general. He should be an afterthought, he shouldn’t even be here right now, but here he was showering in your apartment.

When he walked out of the bathroom, toweling off his dripping locks looking up at you smiling sweetly at you before looking down at the mess of blankets beneath you.

“Is that my bed for tonight?” He asked adjusting his boxers as his eyes stared down at the pallet, his hand rubbing his stomach. You nodded a little forcing a small smile as he lay down on the floor, grunting softly as he rolled around trying to get comfortable.

“Stop being dramatic, oh my god.”

You teased reaching over to turn your lamp off a sudden wave of darkness swallowing your room. Tucking yourself in, you tangled yourself in your cold blanket sighing quietly as he rolled around with a series of small grunts. He reached up to place his hand on your bed trying to get your attention, tapping his fingers against your mattress waiting for you to pay attention to him.

“Go to sleep, Jaehyun.”

“I can’t.”

“You haven’t even tried, you crackhead.”

“Maybe I don’t want to sleep. Maybe I want to keep talking to you.”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You groaned shoving his hand off your mattress with a small eye roll. He sat up to look at you, you could make out a disgruntled look on Jaehyun’s face. You weren’t looking at him. You didn’t want to look at his giant shoulders and beautiful face, not with the daunting question of  “Who’s k.d.h?” racking your brain. He stared at you do a second, running a hand through his damp hair as he tilted his head a bit.

“You’re getting…hostile again. Is this how you act with the people you like?”

“I don’t like you.” You quickly denied with furrowed brows, “Like that. I don’t like you like that.” You lied with a thick and hard swallow.

There was a silence that made your stomach twist and turns, you finally looked at him with furrowed brows sighing quietly. “Don’t look at me like that.” You whispered looking down at him with a soft sigh, slowly letting your hand drop down to rest softly on his shoulder. You rubbed circles into the taut skin waiting for him to say something, but he just stared at you with his big eyes making you sigh quietly.

“You don’t like me like that and you know it.”

He scoffed quietly before shaking his head. “You’re so…You’re so aggravating.” You frowned your brows at his word choice, shoving his shoulder harshly with a huff. 

“I am not. You’re the aggravating one.” You snapped sitting up to look down at him with slight irritation on your face. He looked up at you with an equally as irritated look, laughing bitterly as he got on his knees to be closer to your level.

“You act like you know me and everything about me–”

“Don’t start that shit again please.” You groaned rolling your eyes. He raised his brows at you in slight shock that you interrupted him. You mocked his shocked expression trying to get a rise out of him. You wanted to see him angry, you wanted him mad, but you weren’t getting it from him. He just stared at you, brows furrowed and lips tightly together, as he tilted his head a bit at you.

“I know enough about you to know you don’t want to date me, Jaehyun. You can say you just want to fuck me and it’ll be fine. Just stop acting like you want something more from me.”

“That’s-That’s not true. I like you. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want–”

“If you like me so much who’s k.d.h?”

There’s a sharp and heavy silence. He stared at you with frowned brows he looked confused, angry, and guilty at the same time.

“You looked through my phone?”

“It was kind of hard to ignore seeing k.d.h was texting you every five minutes.”

“You looked through my phone?” He repeated more sternly this time standing up to look down at you suddenly making you feel ten times smaller than you already felt. You averted your eyes awkwardly as he turned on your lamp, you flinched at the burst of dim light keeping your eyes down. He leaned down getting dangerously close to you, his face too close to yours for your comfort.

“Answer me, _____.”

“I did.” You finally whispered, shoulders slumped and eyes focused on your floor taking a deep breath. His stare was finally getting the best of you, you could feel your chest tightening, your stomach dropping, and a burning sensation in your eyes. You felt like a child being scolded, you hated this, you hated him for making you feel this way.

“Who is she?” You asked pathetically, blinking a few times trying to ignore the tears brimming your eyes. You looked up at him, head tilted sympathetically as your eyes begged him for an answer. His face softened at the utterly depressing look on your face, slowly resting a large hand on your bare thigh making you huff softly dabbing your eyes with your thumb.

“Her name is Kim Dahee. She’s…She’s my girlfriend.”

Your jaw dropped a little when you heard her name and the title she carried. He swallowed thickly looking down, sighing quietly, squeezing your thigh a little as your bottom lip quivered a bit. 

You felt gross, you felt used, you felt like a bad person, oh god, you were a bad person. 

“You-Your girlfriend?” You asked quietly, brows knit together feeling your chest get painfully tight at the fact this conversation was happening.

“We’ve been dating for around four months now.” You finally turn away from him wanting to throw up at the fact you were the other woman. Were you really though? You didn’t even know what the other woman entailed, so did you really fit the mold of the other woman?

“Oh, my god. Oh my god, you fucked my throat in a bathroom while you had a girlfriend! Y-You came over to my apartment, made out with me, came in your pants because of me, you tell me all this-this bullshit about liking me and you have an entire girlfriend! How fucking dense are you!”

You exploded shoving his hand off of your thigh, wanting no physical contact with Jung Jaehyun for the rest of your life. You’ve never felt so dumb in your life. You were an idiot. A dumb slut. You really let yourself fall for some dumb boy with a girlfriend. God, you felt disgusting.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby–”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

You snapped turning away from him to wipe your eyes with a frustrated groan, you shook your head sniffling softly. Hot tears were running down your cheeks, you couldn’t seem to stop the steady streams from dripping onto your sheets.

“You fucking preach how I don’t know you, how judgmental I’ve been towards you, and you’ve been cheating this whole time?” He pursed his lips together, not being able to say anything just sighed quietly looking at his feet. For the first time you left Jaehyun speechless, he was just standing there like an idiot.

“I should’ve known. I did know. I knew who you were, I knew you didn’t care about me or anyone but yourself, and I still––”

Your throat closed up a bit, letting out another frustrated groan, and looked up at him with a shake of your head.

“I was right about you.” You whispered looking at him with teary eyes, your chest aching a little at how hurt he looked at your words. You pretended you didn’t care, you knew he deserved it, but that didn’t stop it from causing an uncomfortable tightening sensation in your chest. There’s this heavy silence, one where he just stood in front of you guilt all over his beautiful face. You swallowed thickly, climbing back under your blankets holding tightly onto the comforting soft cover as you turned your back towards him.

“I want you out by seven.” You deadpanned staring at your white wall the light suddenly going out darkness consuming your room once again. “Alright.” He mumbled laying back down on the flimsy palette, sniffling softly as he rolled on his side.

Another heavy silence.

“You…You won’t tell her, right?”

You thought about it for a minute. You were never good at confrontation, especially with girls, you couldn’t imagine even approaching the stunning angel that was Kim Doyeon let alone telling her all the things you had done with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Jaehyun was her boyfriend. He was never going to be yours. No matter how hard or quietly you wanted him, he would never be yours.

“I won’t.” You whisper turning on your back to stare at the ceiling, the last of your silent tears running off your cheeks and onto your pillow. “Jaehyun,” Your tone was so weak and soft you hoped he would actually take you seriously, “I-I don’t want to do this if-if you have someone.”

Another damn silence.

“Okay. Okay, I get it.” You blinked a few times trying to get the sting of his agreement to get disappear, sighing softly at how heavy you felt. You at least thought it would be lighter after the resolution, but it only seemed to make everything heavier.

“Goodnight, ___.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t respond. You just stared at the wall, eyes heavy, but you couldn’t find sleep even though you desperately wanted to. You tossed and turned for what felt like hours, blankets tangled between your legs, Jaehyun’s even breathing the only sound filling your room. Your eyes looked up at your window seeing a faint ray of orange streaming into your room.

You blinked your heavy lids before looking down at the sleeping boy on your floor, a sad smile on your lips when you glanced over his relaxed figure sighing quietly. He looked beautiful sleeping, his long limbs relaxed and sprawled out on the floor, his lips relaxed and slightly parted, he was so beautiful. Slowly, you laid back down closing your eyes, trying to coax yourself back to sleep.

Suddenly there was a loud ring through your room, one you flinched at but didn’t say anything about it. You heard him groan and shift around, stumbling through your room to find his clothes, grumbling inaudible things as he gathered his things trying to be as quiet as he could. You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep not wanting to deal with him or the inevitable goodbye that was to come.

The shuffling sounds grew closer till you felt his hand on your cheek. You couldn’t help but jump away a bit before leaning into his palm, knowing if you opened your eyes you’d be met with those doe eyes that made your chest want to explode. Slowly, you felt tentative lips press against your forehead, making your chest want to explode as usual. Without hesitation you let your eyes flutter open, staring up at him with tired yet wide eyes swallowing quietly as you two made eye contact.

You two just stared at each other, you could feel him begin to rub soft circles against your skin. He sighed quietly at how tired and sad you looked because of him, you finally adverted your eyes from his brown ones letting them focus on his wrist as you slowly place your hand on top of his. He was dressed in the clothes from last night, his hair was a wreck, and his eyes looked tired but he was still mesmerizing. It was way too quiet for your liking, it was weird for Jaehyun to be this quiet for this long but you understood.

You sensed him leaning in again. You almost let it happen, you almost let your lips collide with his, but even when his plush lips just brushed against yours you felt nerve-wracking guilt wreck through you. You turned away last second, your chest aching with want when you did so. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad but not like this. He rested his forehead against the side of your face, sighing quietly over the rejection before pressing one last soft kiss to your cheekbone.

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed his phone and walked out just like you expected him to. You slowly leaned down, grabbing the pillow he slept on with a soft sigh, pulling it to your chest with another quiet sigh nuzzling your face into the plush pillow. You inhaled the fading scent of him, your eyes growing wet as he filled your senses nails digging into the pillow.

There was a moment where you let yourself cry into your pillow. You let yourself mourn over a relationship that wasn’t even real, you could feel your eyes begin to burn at the steady flow of tears running down your cheeks. You finally lifted your head to wipe your eyes, sniffling a bit as you forced yourself to stop crying over Jaehyun, causing you to hiccup a little bit.

You checked the time on your phone rubbing your eyes till they were red and wet, blinking a few times to see your screen more clearly. It was only 7 AM. You could fall asleep and wake up before noon, get something to eat maybe, then make it to your study group by three. You put your phone back on your bedside table exhausted, burying your face back in Jaehyun’s pillow, hiccuping once again. You slowly fell into a weak sleep longing for him to be beside you.

[devourable]

☹ the alt kids

sfw | tags : poly!nb!yans x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), obsessive thoughts, slight manipulation, mentions of drinking

listen,,, i know melchior / nb demon yan beat these three in the poll but im itching to write about them. this goes out to my friend who wants to get piped by faust + lolita anon. love yall mmmmwah

also for reference, faust is they/he, delta is they/them, and anton is he/she/they !

please rb to support me 🫶

the alt kids were notorious for seeking out club newbies to play with. it was just something they did.

there was just something so adorable about the way someone totally out of their element dipping their toes into their scene! and the three had made it clear that fresh meat was off limits to anyone but them.

it was a simple cycle — someone new would enter the club, they'd swoop in and show them a good time, take them home at the end of the night if they're lucky, and repeat.

they thought it'd be no different when you came along, but...

oh, how wrong they were.

see, faust could practically feel the inexperience dripping off of you the moment you entered the nightclub.

all on your own, your eyes wide as you took in the flashing lights and loud music, the way you cautiously stepped around the sea of dancing bodies in attempt to find some place you could fit in comfortably? definitely another cute little freshie that'd soon join their ranks.

but faust didn't account for the zip of heat that ran through his body when you and him locked eyes from across the club. he didn't expect the unfamiliar feeling of his heart racing, a feeling only comparable to how he felt when he saw his partners — but why was it so much stronger? and when you offered up a shy little smile and averted your gaze, it damn near knocked him back.

who were you?

they had no clue, but they knew one thing. they needed to leave this club with you at the end of the night.

so faust all but ran to your side, appearing by you before you had even noticed their approach. god, you were even cuter up close... the way you looked up at them made their heart want to leap from their chest!

but they kept their cool. faust introduced themself, commenting on how they noticed you from across the bar and how they couldn't just let a sightly little thing like you venture around all on your own. the club could be so intimidating for newcomers — dangerous, even! but you didn't have a thing to worry about with them by your side.

they loved how demure you were, how you held your heating face when he complimented you, how you tried to wave off their advances but seemed to enjoy it just a bit too much to wave them off. were you intimidated by them? or… did you like them back? they wish they knew!

so you joined them, and accompanied them to the bar.

it was there you met one of their partners — a startlingly tall, reserved goth. you saw him well before you even got to the bar! between the major size difference, her icy gaze, and seemingly disinterested demeanor, it was safe to say you were intimidated. so you were incredibly surprised when faust strutted right up to them, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and waved you over to meet her. and it surprised you even further when they took one of your hands in theirs, pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and introduced themself after studying you silently.

unbeknownst to you and faust, anton was feeling that same intense fire in his chest that faust got when they first looked at you. he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over your attire as you gave your name in turn.

you were so small compared to him. as was most other people, but… it was strangely endearing when he looked down at you. it’d be so easy to just scoop you up, wouldn’t it? and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it. he kept those thoughts to himself, but they flickered across his mind every time you came enough for him to take in the difference in your sizes.

the pair bought you drinks, got you a nice seat and showered you in attention. chatting you up, complimenting you, practically treating you like you were part of their polycule already. though they never mentioned it, faust and anton knew they had the same feelings towards you. the intense desire to just… have you. and not just for the night, either. you were so much more than all of their previous flings.

then delta came along. petite, sly delta who liked to play coy when it came to those they were interested in. they had pretended to be too busy dancing the entire time before joining their partners and you at the bar, but they were watching. and after witnessing how their boyfriends were all over you for so long, they had to join in. what were you doing to them?

they walked up to the three of you, pointedly looked you up and down, and… they understood in an instant. man, you were a looker! and even sweeter than the usual folk the three would usually play around with. they easily invited themself to the conversation, taking a seat right on faust’s lap and stuck up a chat with you as if they had been there the entire time.

they loved how flustered you were, so overwhelmed by all the attention the three were now pouring onto you. and despite your overstimulation, you were trying so hard to talk to them all anyway. you clearly had no clue what to do, poor thing… they had no choice but to take the lead for you!

“wanna dance? ..no? that’s fine~ let’s get another drink!”

“it’s so loud in here. let’s go somewhere quieter, yeah? i wanna hear that pretty voice more clearly.”

“aww, you wanna leave? you can sober up at our place! it’d be dumb if you got a ticket you could’a avoided.”

“you’ll stay the night with us, won’t you, darling? we’d hate for you to leave us so soon.”

[obeymematches]

👙What to order from Shein for that special evening👙

Okay yall in this post let's pretend we are all besties talking about this kind of clothing, feel free to rb with your own ideas 🥰

I only have feminine options here but don't let that discourage you!

Slightly nsfw I guess? Nobody getting laid though

Lucifer:

●Definitely go with a classic body

● either black, white, any shades of red are a good choice!

Mammon:

● Hmm I think he'd like a bunny costume?

● Or something funny as shown below

● Or! Shiny stuff !!

Leviathan:

● Some anime-style cosplay is the best choice I think

● dress up as Ruri-chan & he loses his mind!!

Satan:

● Hmmm definitely something white /lighter color?

● Doesn't have to be a body, a matching pair of bra & bottom is good too

● i have a gut feeling he likes the floral pattern. You look pretty!

Asmo:

● okay you can have fun with many different textures

● also wear shiny stuff!!!!

Beel:

● ah he appreciates something funny but casual

● he is fine with a simple pair of matching top + bottom!!!

Belphegor:

● I saw this & he was on my mind

● also I think he likes corsets on you???

Simeon:

● okay it must be a light color, white, light pink or light blue

● I think he likes it if it's a long piece!

Barbatos:

● i was thinking about him & the first thing on my mind was fishnets.....

● would also like a very elegant body too! Prefers dark colors! Black or navy!

Diavolo:

● Ngl he is fine with lots of things, wouldn't make an issue out if colors for example

● wear whatever makes you confident!!!

Solomon:

● hmmmm i think he is also more into simple but elegant combinations???

● Stockings though!!

● Something like these would be appreciated ig???

[charlitabutterscotch]

Feeling incredibly normal about John x Noel today (my two fav guys ever)

I've been thinking about what their shipname would be and I have a few ideas:

So since both John and Noel have something to do with the Dream Lands, I was thinking of something like Private Dreams or Lost Dreams

Adding onto that, John was stuck in the Dark World for a long time, so a shipname that came to mind was Dark Dreams.

And then there's also the fact that Noel smokes, so I was thinking Yellow Smoke could be a cool shipname.

Then there's Joel. But that's so boring lmao

(If yall can come up with any other shipnames for these 2 blorbos, feel free to share them in rbs or comments)

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Hi guys I know I was switching to a biweekly upload schedule and I know it's been two weeks since the last update to Villains, Knights, and Tradesmen and I do still love this story and I am still working on it but my dad went to the hospital today and I'm just not feeling the motivation to write tonight, I'm really sorry :( it should be out on/by Thursday..

In the meantime I'd like to draw to keep my mind off of it and have been wanting to draw stuff for that story, so if anyone has any drawing requests of scenes or outfits or anything like that from the story I would love to hear them in the replies/asks/rbs :,) that way I can take my mind off things and also yall might get some content lol

Thanks for your patience 🩷

[sea-jello]

ANYTHING ABOUT BMCBLR ON THIS BLOG IS ALL IRRELEVANT NOW GO TO @bmcblr-remake

ill keep this post up but anything beyond the line is outdated

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BMC TUMBLR REMAKE (!!PLEASE READ THE WHOLE POST!!)

okaay if youve seen my recent posts youll know that we MIGHT be doing an actual remake of be more chill right here on tumblr dot com! run by me ofc but i might need help down the line so you can sign up for that. its gonna be a completely fan made thing like im talking singing voice acting drawing music editing everything

ive gotten quite a lot of positive reactions to that post so ive made a google form if youre interested in participating! options include major roles minor roles editors artists and more take your pick

if youre not the best at singing then you can sign up for ensemble, for example the bg voices in guy that id kinda be into. no worries at ALL if you cant sing or draw or anything, theres gonna be a speaking ensemble too, for example the overlapping shouting in the smartphone hour. you can pick more than one role, for example ensemble + visuals, cause this is not a very big fandom so we're gonna need duplicates but if you want a major character role i'd prefer if you just stick with that tbh. if you want a major character role you can also pick more than one character! you can specify you want to try for rich, the squip and brooke or whatever. youre not actually auditioning for those roles yet i just need to see if theres enough people to cover every role

EDIT YO GUYS im sorry i forgot but deadline is end of the month! don't worry about timezones, as long as it's april for you you can still sign up. AGAIN I AM JUST CHECKING IF ENOUGH PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED so don't worry if you can't sign up now for whatever reason. you'll get another chance in the future, like an official sign up form. ALSO posts about this would most likely be under the tag #bmcblr remake thank you happistar for coming up with the word bmcblr it's funny as hell

KEEP IN MIND!!! WE ARE NOT FOR SURE DOING THIS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. again i just need to see if enough people are interested to pull this off. ofc the more who are interested the more likely we would do it. also PLEASE please reblog or interact in some way so the word gets out! remember the more people the better

EDIT AGAIN it looks like we’re doing it! i will have an official blog and a masterpost up on that soon so if you’re still signing up be sure to go look for the forms for the art team, editor gang, music department and the actors on my blog as well

go crazy

im gonna tag the people who already said they were interested i really hope yall dont mind

@stealthkragen @merpiko @finallyheereandqueer @happistar @nezumithewriter @jarofmayonassey @mx-showtime @housebird @thetheatergremlin @celestetcetera @mynameismicah-getitright @william-austin @lohstandfound @lovely-blue-galaxy @genderlesssnake @twoplayergame @h0n3yk1tt3n @thefingerinthemiddle @thesquirrelqueer @tw0-player-game @enamelon @itsjustjo78

oh thats a lot more people than i thought i hope i didnt miss anyone

[bluwavez]

˗ ˋ 🌊    DEEPDIVE   ﹕   LINGERING    .

❝Did he even exist in her mind, as a living, breathing, thinking person?❞                         ―  Kristen Roupenian, You Know You Want This

CHARACTERS :   NOAH SON  …   SON ROAN ... JEON HYERIM

WORDS : 3.2K

WARNINGS / NOTES : Grooming. Noah is a victim. Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics. Age Gaps (10+ years). Crying. Confrontation. I probably forgot something but this piece heavily revolves around Noah and his struggle with realizing what happened to him, and what is happening to him, is not right. I would appreciate if yall didn't blame him, haha! Thank you so much for reading! rbs, comments, and asks are always appreciated ♡

Noah will never forget the first time Hyerim showed interest in him. He was sixteen. 

He never had time for girls, but he wanted a girlfriend. All his friends had girlfriends or at least a girl around, but never Noah. Noah only had friends but no girlfriends. 

He was awkward around girls, especially pretty ones. He remembers he had a crush on Jung Yoonah at that time. He thought she was the prettiest girl in the world and still does, but every time he talked to her, he blushed, and she teased him about it. Clearly, Yoonah thought of Noah like a little brother, not a potential love interest like he wished she did.

Hyerim was the first woman to treat him like a man. She’d sit in his lap. She’d tell him how strong and mature he was for his age. Their conversations would last for hours about things Noah was too young to comprehend fully but thought he could. She was the first woman he had ever been with, his first kiss as well, but he doesn’t really remember it. He doesn’t like to remember it. Noah hates remembering.

“Do you want a cigarette?” Hyerim asks as Noah rests his cheek on her pillow, completely spent from his orgasm. His eyes are shut blissfully with a small nod, feeling her sit up and shift around her bed. She pushes him from his side to his back, making him sigh softly as his lips part. Hyerim slips the cigarette between his full lips, leaning down and lighting it with her violet lighter. His eyes open when the cigarette is lit, blinking tiredly as he takes a drag.

“Can I stay the night?” Noah asks sleepily, his eyes heavy as the cigarette rests between his fingers. From beside him, Hyerim nods, her free hand roaming his chest as she takes another drag of her cigarette. She turns her head towards him, but Noah’s gaze remains on his fingers, watching the cigarette burn between them. He’s so tired, he can’t stand it.

“You can stay forever, Noah,” Hyerim whispers, her lips hovering over his ear, making a chill run down his spine. His deep brown eyes look up at that, turning his head slightly so his nose brushes hers. There’s tightening in his gut at that, a feeling he can’t place but has felt a million times over in Hyerim’s bed. He smiles, dipping his head down to bump their foreheads together for a moment before pulling back. He reaches over to her bedside table to put his cigarette out on the ashtray she keeps there.

When his back is turned to her, he sighs quietly. He fears he might just stay forever, and he fears he won’t mind.

Noah’s hand engulfed Hyunjun’s as he walked his brother into the Angelico building. When he isn’t promoting, Noah picks his brother up from school and drops him off at Roan’s office or at home. Most of the time, it’s in Roan’s office. In the short time they’ve been brothers, Hyunjun has grown attached to Noah, refusing to let him leave if he drops him off at Roan’s apartment, screaming and crying until Noah caves and decides to stay. Noah thinks it’s because Hyunjun doesn’t like to be alone, which has to be genetic at this point. His mother told him stories about the fits he would throw when she would leave him home alone or with a sitter. He hated anyone who wasn’t his mother. Hyunjun hates anyone who isn’t his brother, with maybe the exception of Roan. Noah still can’t grasp if Hyunjun is happy living with Roan, but there’s also nothing he can do about it, even if he isn’t.

“You got your snacks?” Noah asks as they climb up the stairs. Hyunjun refuses to take the elevator. Noah thinks he’s a weird kid for that, but he doesn’t judge too hard. Hyunjin is only 8. 

Hyunjun shakes his head. Noah clicks his tongue disapprovingly at him, tilting his head down at him as they wound a corner to walk up more stairs. Roan’s office is on the fifth floor. Noah already feels tired.

“You ate them at school again?” Noah asks, groaning when his brother nods his head. “You only do this to get money for the vending machines, right?” Noah teases, smiling at the boy who looks up at him with a sly smile, giggling. Noah shakes his brother’s small shoulders playfully, making the boy’s giggles bounce and grow. He can’t help but smile at the echoing of Hyunjun’s childish laugh. It’s a rare thing for Hyunjun to laugh no matter how hard Noah or Roan try, but it’s not like Noah can blame him. It’s been a hard year for the little boy.

“Sneaky,” Noah laughs as he opens the door to the fifth floor, letting Hyunjun walk through it first before he follows. Hyunjun puts his hand out to his brother, and Noah easily takes his hand back into his. They don’t need to hold hands for this part; it’s just a straight shot to Roan’s office, but Hyunjun always insists, and Noah doesn’t mind. Moments like this with his brother make it all feel real. They’re brothers. They’re the only ones left of their father. Even if Noah couldn’t stand his father in the end,  Hyunjun will always be his brother.

“You need to eat the snacks Roan packed for you. The vending machine snacks will make you fat.”

“So? I’ll be happy,” Hyunjun counters. Noah just sighs. He can’t really argue that, and Hyunjun knows that. Noah rolls his eyes as he digs his pocket with his free hand, pulling out his wallet.

“Yeah, whatever, that’s all that matters, I guess.” Hyunjun smiles victoriously up at Noah as he pulls out a few dollar bills for the boy, passing them to him with two fingers. Hyunjun skips when he snatches the bills from his hand, holding it up like he won a prize. Noah can’t stop the smile that grows on his face at his brother’s happiness, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest as he watches him celebrate the small victory of a vending machine snack. 

“You be nice to Roan,” Noah tells Hyunjun as the stop in front of the man’s office. Hyunjun rolls his eyes at the sentence Noah feels like he’s said a billion times over. Noah grunts dismissively at his brother’s attitude, shaking his head and opening the door to Roan’s office, tugging Hyunjun inside even if he doesn’t have to.

Noah feels indifferent to Roan. He wishes he felt something towards the man responsible for his brother’s wellbeing, but he doesn’t. He’s grateful he’s around and lets them have their time together, but other than that, Noah can’t think of anything to say about Roan. He isn’t even sure how they’re really related, let alone his relation to him and Hyunjun’s father. There will always be an inch's worth of spite that even in his last moments on earth, his father didn’t think of him, but instead of Roan, a cousin he saw a handful of times throughout the year.

When the door opens, Roan’s head turns from his computer to greet the boys with a beaming smile; neither one of them can match. Noah always feels bad that he can’t meet Roan’s enthusiasm, but he at least tries. Hyunjun doesn’t even try. He just sulks over to the corner of the room and drops his bag to start his homework. Roan stares at Noah a bit longer than he should, making him uneasy as he looks around the office. Roan turns his gaze to Hyunjun, who is peeling off his school blazer.

“Hey, buddy,” Roan beams, pushing his chair back to dig in his pocket and pull out his wallet, pulling two five-dollar bills from it. “Why don’t you get us some snacks from the vending machines? Get whatever you want.” 

Noah looks at Hyunjun with a knowing look, brows raised as he waits for his brother to tell Roan that he already has money for the vending machines. Hyunjun smiles at the dollar bills, snatching them from his hand like he did to Noah’s earlier and running out of the office without a single thank you.

Noah just sighs through his nose. Hyunjun is such a piece of–

“While I got you here,” Roan interjects his thoughts, making Noah blink and turn his attention towards the man who motions to the chair in front of his desk. It’s not the chair his father once had; he had sat in it a million times before. It’s new and softer looking. It actually looks comfortable to sit in, unlike the cold oak chairs Jinhwa had. Noah looks around for a moment before awkwardly moving to sit down. 

Roan smiles at Noah. Noah gives that thing artificial smile he gave him earlier. He doesn’t understand what they’re doing, but when he’s in the office, he doesn’t feel like he has a choice. This office, no matter who sits behind the desk, will always belong to his father. His father’s hands will always be felt pressing hard on his shoulders, and his sharp, callous words will always cut through him, even if they’re just whispers now.

“How ya been?” Roan starts, leaning on the desk to be somewhat closer to Noah. Noah looks around again before shrugging.

“Fine. It’s going.”

“Good. That’s good.” A moment of silence. Noah is urged to check his phone to see the time, but he fights himself, not wanting to seem rude. His hands pat on his thighs instead, filling the room with some kind of noise. Roan abruptly pulls back to open a drawer in his desk and pulls out a file. Noah watches with newfound interest. His brows knitted together slightly.

“I just had a few questions for you about Jeon Hyerim.” Noah gulps, feeling his shoulders tense. He can feel his heart beginning to race even as he tries to quell it by taking a deep breath and shrugging his shoulders.

“What about her?” Noah tries to sound casual, but he comes off as hard and elusive as he always does. Roan opens the file, pulling out a few pieces of paper with blocks of text that Noah can’t really make out, but the length of the paragraphs makes him nervous. 

“Well, I’m planning a new boy group to debut this winter, and, of course, they need a manager. Hyerim managed DeepDive pretty damn well until the acquisition, so,” Roan shrugs, letting Noah fill in the blanks. Even as Noah fills them in, his eyes go vacant, staring at the desk in front of him. There’s a tightening in his throat that he can’t ignore, and he hates it. Roan tilts his head at Noah, humming slightly.

“I’ve heard some things about her, though,” Roan starts slowly, staring holes into Noah’s face, but Noah’s vision is blurred from staring at the desk for so long. “Involving you.”

“Woojin’s a liar,” Noah interjects sharply, suddenly coming back to life when he’s hit with the memory of that night. 

Noah always thought Woojin talked too much for being such a useless group member. Talent-wise, he was average. The only thing he had was that he was pretty, which is nothing special in this industry. Pretty is the average around here, especially in Angelico. He always spoke about things he didn’t know anything about, especially on those stupid livestreams he used to do. Noah grits his teeth at the thought, biting the inside of his cheek as Roan hums.

“I didn’t ask about Woojin. I’m asking about you,” Roan reiterates. Suddenly, the office feels cold and familiar again. His father is looming over his shoulders with his hands like deadweights on his shoulders, making Noah bite his cheek harder.

“What is you two’s relationship?”

Noah feels like throwing up, and he doesn’t know why. Hyerim is his girlfriend, in a way, not really, but he loves her, and she loves him. She’s always loved him, and she always will no matter what new group she manages or what boys she looks at, she’ll always love Noah the most. She gave him her word on that. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your–”

“It is because I don’t want my managers fucking my talent,” Roan interjects again, making Noah hold his breath. Roan forces a smile, shrugging his shoulders. “Conflict of interests. If my artists are her dating pool–”

“I’m not your artist.”

“You’re not anymore, but you were, which is why I’m asking: What was your relationship with her?” Roan says every word slowly as if Noah is dumb. Noah rubs his nose, sniffing as he does so. He avoids his gaze, looking off to the side and remaining quiet as his mind races. There’s nothing he could come up with that Roan probably won’t sniff out as a lie, but stating the truth would only end with Hyerim’s wrath. He rubs his face, abruptly standing, sending the chair skirting back.

“Sit down.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Noah huffs, hands on his hips as he starts to pace. Roan’s gaze is relentless, forearms on the desk as he watches Noah like a hawk.

“You’re not–”

“I said: Sit down.” With a simple change of inflection and rise of volume, Noah listens. He sits back down, his leg instantly beginning to bounce as he does so. 

He’s not dumb. He knows how people view him and Hyerim, or at least certain people. They tell him it’s so horrible he did that to him, that she should’ve gone to prison, then they ask him if he’s okay and how he’s doing now. Noah hates it. He hates being treated like he’s some victim when he’s the furthest thing from it. He and Hyerim met unconventionally, sure, and maybe the law didn’t see their love as right, but he did, and that’s all that mattered. He was in charge, and he chose to date Hyerim.

Roan’s eyes look at Noah’s bouncing leg, then up at the boy’s face, taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Noah, I’m not trying to make you upset.”

Noah scoffs, bringing his nails to his mouth and biting down hard. He needs a cigarette. He needs Hyerim. She’d know what to do.

“I just want to protect my artists. I want to protect those boys. They’re young.”

Noah was young once, too. He is still young, but he was a child once, probably as young as the boys Roan is speaking of. In a way, Noah still feels that young. He doesn’t feel like he’s gotten any older since he started seeing Hyerim; he's just more tired. Noah sighs, swallowing thickly as he looks at Roan, defeated.

“We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of years now,” Noah finally admits out loud, sighing quietly once it’s finally in the air. He feels tears in his eyes. He doesn’t understand why they’re there, making his throat feel like it’s closing up on him. He wants to leave this place. He can’t stand it here. He can still hear his father yelling at him to man up and that he was lucky a woman like Hyerim wanted a boy like him.

Noah bites the inside of his cheek, pressing the tips of his fingers to his mouth as his eyes stay glued to the corner of the room.

“Is it bad?” Noah asks shakily, “Is what she did bad?”

A part of him already knows the answer, making him sick to his stomach. Roan’s gaze softens as Noah gradually breaks down in his chair, watching the boy hold back sobs that spill from his lips anyway, tears beginning to run down his cheeks.

“When did it start?” That is all Roan asks. Noah figures that’s the answer enough. 

“I was sixteen,” Noah whispers, the age finally sounding as young as it actually was and not as wise and mature as Hyerim made him believe it was. “God, I was sixteen.” 

He thinks of his brother when he says that. One day, Hyunjun will be sixteen, and Noah will still think of him as a baby. It makes him sick to think about someone twice his age telling Hyunjun everything Hyerim would say to him when he was that age. How could anyone say those things to someone so young? Noah would never do something like that, so why would Hyerim? He wasn’t in charge. He was just a boy.

Roan takes a deep breath, looking at the door behind Noah as if to give the other a moment of privacy as he wipes his tears, sniffling softly to himself. Noah uncovers his face, but he doesn’t look at Roan; just wipes his eyes and swallows thickly with a soft groan. He wants to leave. It’s time for him to go home.

“I don’t want her in trouble,” Noah tells Roan with a loud sniffle, “She–I know–She’s not a bad person. We love each other. I-I don’t want her to lose her job, please.” There’s a pause that makes Noah shake his head.

“She’s going to be so mad. Please, don’t–”

“I won’t fire her, Noah. I won’t even tell her we talked,” Roan assures with a small nod, eyes wide enough to tell Noah the man feels in over his head. Most people do when he even gives them a glimpse of his and Hyerim’s relationship. Noah wipes under his eyes with the back of his hand, nodding in gratitude.

“Thank you. Thank you. She’s…She’s not a bad person. I know it’s-” A million words fill Noah’s head on what he could say to describe him and Hyerim’s relationship: Wrong, inappropriate, unethical. “It’s unconventional, but I love her and she loves me.” Even though Noah is looking at Roan’s concerned face, it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to him. It sounds like he’s trying to convince someone else of the validity of his and Hyerim’s relationship. Roan’s eyes look over Noah’s tear-stained face, clearing his throat as he pushes a box of tissues towards him.

Noah plucks a few out of the box, wiping under his eyes with a deep breath to ground him. He loves Hyerim, he tells himself, and she loves him. They are just two people who love each other. That’s all they’ve ever been: two people who love each other, and that’s all they’ll continue to be. Noah doesn’t see his life without Hyerim in it in some capacity. Whether she’s in the background or the foreground. She’ll always be there, etched into his mind like some ancient text he can’t erase.

Roan watches as Noah composes himself, eyes looking over the boy again before swallowing quietly. Noah stands, running a hand over his face with a clear of his throat, jerking his thumb towards the door as his eyes stay glued to the ground.

“I, uh, I have to go, but can you tell Jun I said bye? I need to…get to the studio.”

Noah has never been a good liar. Still, Roan smiles even if Noah can’t see it, watching as he heads towards the door with newfound haste.

“I hope it all works out for you, Noah.” Noah doesn’t know why those words make his brows knit, feeling a sharp pang in his chest as they crawl into his ears. Despite his discomfort, Noah nods a silent thank you, swallowing down his emotions as he usually did.

When Noah leaves, his hands are still shaking. 

[rumbleonthemill]

Ok so, this is a returning problem now in this community, some people glorifying and centering around trauma, and mainly, the kids’ trauma, just to self-legalize the adults being the biggest assholes in the franchise.

but here’s what’s actually a fact. Neighbor cannot keep his son tamed, that’s the bigass deal. I’m fucking tired of certain people just focusing on how much the kids, who trespass and break laws, suffer. In the eyes of a cop, it is still breaking the law, they don’t fucking care, why you did that.

Just Neighbor went through two fucking traumatic events after each other, that we see he can barely cope with. The evidence is there in HS after Diane’s death(him sitting in a dark room, actually staring at fucking nothing, unable to even move!!!) and him digging Mya’s grave (man’s completely broken, despite being strong af, he can barely lift up the shovel. And yall are forgetting that he wants to protect his remaining family member, he doesn’t want to directly hurt him!)

Aaron tries to escape twice, in hn and then in hn2, he actively works on betraying his own dad(collaborating with a fucking random ass journalist who simply wants to take him away…sir, what will you do with a kid?! But then he poof changes his mind! Sit down and think!) , instead of staying on his fucking ass and waiting for something to happen and figuring out, that the thing happening with BOTH OF them is a horrible situation. But it feels like he wants revenge on someon, who’s going through the same.

either the cage was built because of smth that was scrapped OR because there was no other way to keep him in one place! He can pick the lock, people. He will escape again. And mind you, he’s given everything possible from a bed to toys, he’s not just tossed in an empty room ffs! is neighbor bad at communication? Yes! But does he want to harm his son? No! If he wanted to harm him, then he’d tie him up in a fucking empty ass room, leave him there, he would not give him stuff and bandage, even. Aaron even betrays his dad entirely in hnvr, that’s why I don’t give a fuck about him anymore. He literally stabs him. All he should’ve done is wait and trust. They went through the same shit, his dad is visibly in pain and suffering in the game from the kids, the Petersons were ALSO losing their remaining family members, and in the end he successfully gave his dad away too, and now he whines about staying alone. Fucking cunt.

go and get along with your manipulative fucking demon friend, good luck.

I’m done with Aaron in the new lore. I end up hating characters I used to like, because everything’s being overwritten.

aaron not being able to cope in HS was a character, but him literally actively working on to KILL his dad, just because he cannot think (and yes, he’s old enough to think!) is just bad.

and don’t get me started on the kids, who fantasize about killing a man, break in, break out (they could’ve done everything they do in hnvr with the help of a cop, and no, the cliché of adults not believing them is not an excuse)and then in a totally separate game, they break in to a park to steal shit, and then they fantasize about killing the man again! They could just leave a fucking dangerous amusement park they have no reason to be in, but noooo. neighbor brought a wrong decision with Nicky ending up in his basement, and he has to bring it again and again, because apparently kids in RB have nothing better to do, than overthink his existence and literally attempt to cancel the man by breaking in from multiple directions, call the cops on him as in the AS, and then people are surprised the Neighbor is mad? Wow! maybe it’s FOR A REASON?! HN showed how unnecessary they are, Nicky did escape just with the help of Aaron.

So if anyone from here just wants to say “but uh adults bad, kids suffer, trauma, they good, neighbor needs to suffer” then fucking leave me alone. You don’t understand shit, you don’t want to look at the other perspectives. you only hyperfocus on kids having traumas, and glorify something horrible in the first place. Adults do suffer. They do go through trauma they may not be able to cope with. And if you don’t believe me, then I honestly wish you to experience it from first hand someday, because then it means there’s no other way to convince you. I’ve lost all of my patience towards people who want to argue or cancel others because of such fucking thing. Trauma doesn’t happen to everyone, but the ones who are lucky enough to avoid it, keep whining that the ones who went through it, are doing the coping wrong. And everything wrong. Fuck you. If you’re so fucking smart, then lemme see you cope with things correctly. Ffs.

[thekaijudude]

Taguchi's Interview + Blazar continuation?

So as yall have heard, Taguchi said that eps 1-25 are simply the "beginning", and he mentioned that he has plans for a prequel for Blazar as well. But he did mention a caveat that all these plans would depend on the support of the audiences. And he did not mention whether further installments would be live-action or maybe just in a manga or novel either so this whole thing may be neither nor there in the end.

But recall that the fact that Gento being a host wasn't revealed and Blazar has not left earth has people speculating that Arc may be a sequel to Blazar, in a way like Decker taking place on the same Earth as Trigger.

We have other hints about this scattered throughout as well, such as 2024 being Ginga S' 10th Anniversary, Blazar Movie having a theatre feel like Ginga's own theatre special, the unknown Ultra that was spotted decades before Blazar did in the series, Chronicle series being obviously vague as having a Blazar Chronicle right after the Blazar series itself would kinda be redundant (unlike Chronicle D, which at least had Dyna attached to it), also the lockdown on leaks by TsuPro, and of course Taguchi putting out all these sus statements etc

All of these may point towards Arc being a sequel to Blazar in some form.

Tbh I wouldn't mind at all since I'm really interested to see what TsuPro does as they move beyond the anniversary ultras. And even tho I really didn't like the Blazar series, if Arc does end up being a Blazar sequel, then we'll inevitably go deeper into the lore which I'm always a fan of.

Otherwise, perhaps it even may be like the 10-chapter Orb Chronicles, where Orb's journey was basically chronicled in a novel form. Or even in the series after Arc? Like how RB was related to Orb after Geed.

But regardless, another neat tidbit is that the Chinese side has confirmed that a "New Ultra" would be revealed in a NG Live stageshow on April 21st, which would most likely be Arc, and the date corresponds to the time last year when Blazar's trailer dropped. So most likely we'll get Arc's trailer around the same time as well. However, we should still get a silhouette teaser even earlier, but as of writing, it has passed Blazar's own teaser release that so I suppose its still reasonable to expect one dropping this month so stay tuned

[unknownspecies]

A True “x Reader”

alrighty yall ! this is just a small post stating how things will go.

this is exactly like a regular fanfiction, except, the readers will actually have an input on how things will go.

heres the general format of the chapters:

theres going to be a small snippet of the fic, like n event, conversation, etc.

obviously, i dont wanna give you 500 polls, so i’ll be writing a few paragraphs worth of fanfic

at the end of each fic there will be a poll (if there are multiple actions that need to be taken, example provided below, there will be links to these polls instead). answer the poll within a week, then when results are out, i write the next chapter based on poll result

i have a general guideline as to how the plot will go. Since responses are based on you guys, the specifics will be filled in as time progresses

As for why we would need multiple polls? sometimes there might be a situation where you need to do multiple things such as

respond to texts

choose whether or not to go somewhere in the future

dialogue options

etc.

you guys probably wont be getting more than 4 polls at a time lol. itll be overwhelming for all of us. but we’ll see how this will play out.

you guys are more than happy to discuss/explain responses in comments/rbs/asks. i really wanna see what you guys have in mind. if yall chose an option, but have a specific idea in mind of how that option should play out, let me know !

im more than happy to see what you guys have in mind. remember !! you guys are literally driving this story onwards. im just the guide

watching poll results change over literal hours is more entertaining than anything dude. i just be here eating popcorn and laughing. know that i vote too! although you guys will never know what i vote for ;)