#it's just that there are some genres of post that only work on twitter

[goobra]

you want me to get high? the thing that killed icarus?

[delcakoo]

enha’s ways to make you blush. *ੈᜊ‧₊˚

༉‧₊˚ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

༉‧₊˚ GENRE ! fluff

༉‧₊˚ WC ! 2k

a/n: thank u for the love on my other fics, luv u guys <3

 # LEE HEESEUNG ! 

 this handsome idiot doesn’t even have to do anything. in fact, you blush just from looking at a picture of him. during the paradoxxx invasion mv shoot, you’d be waiting with some other staff for heeseung and the rest of the boys to be done. you sat on your phone patiently, lying on your elbow while scrolling through twitter. when you were extremely bored, like now, you’d search up your boyfriend on social media and have a laugh at the different kinds of content engenes would post about him.

it was going great, you even found a few memes to harass with him later, that was until you came across the most amazing photo of heeseung you’d ever seen. he looked angelic, ethereal even, you don’t think you’d ever taken a screenshot so fast in your life. a small giggle rips you out of your daydream, and you jump at the closeness of the easily recognisable voice from behind. “really, babe?” 

you quickly turn off your phone, the blush on your cheeks growing quickly as you meet eyes with your boyfriend, who’s watching you over the couch with a dopey grin on his face. “listen, you just looked so good i had to save it, and i needed it for my album of you.” 

“why do you need an album of pictures when the much better, real life version is right here in front of you?” he inquires, manhandling you to your side to press a quick kiss on your lips. before you can recover, he snatches your phone and unlocks it, taking his own glance at the photo of him that you were practically drooling over. “hm, that is a pretty good one actually.”

“yah, give it back!” 

# PARK JAY !

sometimes, jay would let you come with him, sunghoon, and niki to work out, and you couldn’t decide if you should hate him or be honoured by the invitation. he’d be there in a muscle top, lifting weights, sweat running down his neck, while you sit there in your oversized hoodie and shorts trying to process how he ever became yours. sometimes, he would purposely flex his biceps just to see your reaction, and would even send winks your way every so often. meanwhile, niki would be like: “hey y/n, can you come help me do sit ups?” 

and you’d be like “u-uh yeah sure! coming!” *nervous laughing* of course niki means no harm, you all know this as you sit there, holding his legs down and counting for him while he stretches repeatedly. but jay still doesn’t approve of the fact your eyes were on his friends instead of his, and especially that the blush on your cheeks could be caused by not only him, but now niki too. in your defence, this kid has gotten way too buff in only a few months!

“y/n, come help me do sit ups now.” your boyfriend doesn’t ask, but rather demands, straight up grabbing your under arms and dragging you away from a confused niki. jay does about 20 sit ups, giving you a soft peck on the lips every single time he comes back up. (🥺)

# SIM JAKE !

cutieeee! jake would definitely write lyrics about you in songs not specifically to make you blush, but to show just how much he appreciates you. he would try to tell you right away ‘cause of how excited he would be, and you’d be so cheery and grateful every time. once he’d tell you about his lyrics, whenever you listened to those songs, you’d begin blushing without fail because of how special it’d make you feel, especially when he was the one singing the lyrics about you. “babe, did you listen to the b-sides yet?” jake asks, sitting down excitedly on the couch next to you.

you nod in return, grinning at him proudly. “my favourite is shout out for sure, you guys really suit the rock concept.” you scoot closer to him, offering a small kiss on his cheek. 

he grins shyly, “well, you know the part where it says ‘my life without you is a misery’?” you nod, “i wrote those lyrics for you.” 

you gasp, moving back from him in disbelief. that was your favourite line of the song from first listen, the thought of him writing that with you in mind made you squirm in your seat happily. “seriously!? i thought that was for engenes?” 

jake ponders for a second before shrugging in reply, “them too, but it’s mainly for you. you’ve really helped me a lot without even realising.” he leans down to embrace you, pulling you onto his lap. you really don’t deserve this boy.

# PARK SUNGHOON !

 this man catches on to anything and everything, unfortunately (or fortunately) for you. when he first gave you a back hug and realised how flustered you’d got from the close contact and the sight of his biceps wrapped around your front, he knew he’d found a new weakness of yours. 

you were angry at sunghoon, which was something that you didn’t feel towards him very often. you texted him, specifically saying not to eat the chocolate chip cookies in your pantry, and what did he do? he ate all the cookies that you had planned to have with the milk you’d just bought, even after you specifically told him not to. “i just don’t understand, how can i text you saying don’t do something, and you do it an hour later? i was so excited to have those coo– ah!” you yelp as your suddenly dragged forward into your boyfriends arms, then being spun around so your back pressed against his built chest. any anger and frustration dissipated in seconds as your tense body relaxes, the only thoughts in your head now was how nice he smelled and how warm he felt behind you. why did he have to be so sneaky?

his chin rests above your head, strong arms locked around your waist securely. “i really did forget, i’m sorry baby. i promise i’ll buy you the best cookies in the world tomorrow.”

you grab hold of his arms and gulp at how muscly they felt, leaning your head back to look up at him. “you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”  

he giggles adorably, “maybe.”

“i hate you,” you huff.

“it’s a sin to lie, y/n.”

# KIM SUNOO !

 this baby probably wouldn’t even be aware when he made you blush half the time because he could be doing literally anything and you’d still be flustered. however, he did recognise that there was one way that always worked if he wanted to see your cheeks turn bright pink. sunoo finds it hilariously adorable that whenever he showers you in compliments and attention, you start blushing as if it’s your first date all over again. 

you were at your local park on a boba date when you ask if he can take photos of you for your social media. of course, he agrees excitedly, making sure to take the photos on his phone so he could keep them forever and perhaps get them made into polaroids for his room. “okay, show me that beautiful smile!” he grins cheekily when you do, offering a few cute poses. “you’re so stunning, i think i’m going to go blind! wah, i’m so lucky.” 

“yah, you’re so embarrassing, just take the pictures!” you whine, blushing from his compliments. he giggles, recognising the blush on your cheeks immediately. 

“i can’t help it, how can you be so adorable?” he blabbers, continuing to snap more photos for you to choose from, never stopping his onslaught of cheesy remarks along the way. 

after your mini photoshoot, you walk back over to your boyfriend whos looking a bit too suspiciously happy. “what’d you do n—“ your jaw drops as you see him changing his lock screen to a photo of you when you were in the middle of scolding him during the photoshoot, looking like an angry, embarrassed puppy. “sun! i look stupid, take that off right now!” 

he only laughs harder, bending over. “no you look adorable! look at your pouty face!”

you whine once more. “you couldn’t just pick a nice picture?!”

# YANG JUNGWON !

 being the leader of his group despite being the second youngest gave jungwon a hand at constantly checking on his members and keeping an eye on every little thing. this boy always makes sure you’re well and tidy, and damn if it isn’t attractive.

for example, you’d just be sitting in the dorms while jungwon cleaned up the kitchen, your sleeping shorts not doing much to cover you. jungwon’s keen eye would notice right away as they rode further up your thigh, eyebrows furrowing at your underwear nearly peeking through. he’d rush over, pulling your shorts down, and you’d look up from your phone in surprise. “oh, thanks,” you say, a slight blush blossoming along your face. it flustered you to know that didn’t matter what he was doing, he always had you in his little bubble of consciousness. 

your boyfriend grins, “you’re welcome, love.” his big eyes turning into cute crescents as he leaned down to give you a quick peck before going back into the kitchen. his thoughtfulness and constant care for you was truly outmatched. 

or if you were ever in a situation where you were uncomfortable, jungwon would know right away, his leaderly instincts alerting him to step in. you’d be at the grocery store, running errands when you were stopped by a man who seemed around your age, perhaps a bit older. jungwon was in the aisle next to you, and he could clearly hear your conversation. “hey, i think you’re really pretty, can i get your number?” the man said. you frowned. you were tired, and you just wanted to have a cute shopping date with your boyfriend. jungwon - knowing you so well - could see this by your expression alone, so even if he was confident you could stand up for yourself, he made his way back to the aisle you were in to deal with it for you. 

“they’re taken.” is all he needed to say, offering the man a passive aggressive smile. despite being shorter than the guy, jungwon managed to intimidate him with ease. you always appreciated his little acts of service for you, he truly was perfect.  

# NISHIMURA RIKI !

 where do i even start with this cocky mf.. niki is always finding new ways to tease you and make you flustered, it’s just how he shows affection. he does all kinds of things to make you blush; purposely wearing tank tops to flex his slowly growing muscles (hybe close the gyms pt.2), being extra touchy out of nowhere to see you freeze up, and of course, making fun of your shortness by asking stupid things like how the weather is down there. one of his most favorite methods though, which has worked every time without fail, is when he gets right up in your face during a conversation. 

he completely understands the effect he has on you, never the oblivious type, and uses it to his advantage any chance he can get. you would be on his bed, playfully bantering back and forth like usual. “an arm wrestle? that’s how you want to settle who’s stronger?” 

niki scoffs, “yeah, how else? this is like the nicest way i can show you, idiot. i still don’t get how you think you’re stronger than me to begin with.”

you roll your eyes at his, “you have way too much confidence, i’m stronger than i look.”

“fine then, c’mere,” the boy demands teasingly, reaching his arm out. you quickly follow after him, grabbing his larger hand in yours.

“i hope this won’t bruise your manly ego too much, i’m going to win,” you declare. gripping his hand tighter, you look up at him, ready to begin a countdown until you see his face right up in yours. your mouth falls open slightly in surprise, gulping as your noses brush, lips centimeters away from his pink ones.

“oh yeah? you’re going to win?” niki says almost mockingly, and you feel a shiver go down your back as you feel his warm breath on your face. you’re still drowning in his closeness, trying to comprehend what was happening when he suddenly begins counting down with no announcement at all, “three.. two.. one.. go!” his arms flex as he immediately yanks your arm down, making you wince in slight pain.

“you’re such a fucking cheater!” he laughs proudly at your whining, falling back at your still dazed expression. “you were seducing me like some crazy siren!”

 “yeah, and it worked. you should be happy babe, you were going to lose either way. at least i made the process a bit more enjoyable for you.”

the audacity...

the end! thank you for reading c:

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[subtlehysteria]

So I’m busy listening to Family Line by Conan Gray and it’s just such a Steve Harrington song and it got me thinking about a modern Tiktok au.

Steve picked up guitar because Robin insisted he needed a hobby besides being an unofficial babysitter and it turns out he actually really likes it and even starts composing his own songs. He and Robin are roommates so of course she gets to hear his songs and insists he share them on Tiktok or something because, “You’ve got a gift, dingus, you’ve gotta share it.”

Eventually, after Robin and Dustin both bug him about it enough, Steve relents and posts a short little melody, not him singing, just playing and it gets some good traction so he figures okay, I’ll post another. He slowly works up to posting a song that he also sings to and when he does it’s a love song based on his and Nancy’s breakup called “Bathroom Breakup” or something and it goes viral and suddenly Steve is flooded with comments and followers and collab requests and he’s like ??? Because he did not anticipate becoming tiktok famous at all. King Steve would have eaten this shit up but New and Improved Steve is a little more hesitant to step into the limelight these days.

But still, he keeps posting songs, mostly love songs and funny little tunes. One time he and Robin collab and she’s going to town on the trumpet and it’s fucking fantastic and of course it starts a huge collab across tiktok like that one sea shanty.

But the song that catches rock star Eddie Munson’s attention is Family Line.

Eddie is not big on social media. He hates the fakeness and the expectations. The only social media app he has is Twitter and he is unafraid of speaking his mind no matter how many frustrated emails his agent sends about cultivating a good image.

He’s busy scrolling through his feed one evening, trying to find bigoted trolls to verbally smack down as one does, when he comes across a tweet with a tiktok video link. Usually Eddie doesn’t touch tiktok but he’s gotta admit, the look of the guy catches his attention. The swooped hair, the thin framed glasses, a yellow sweat shirt with the sleeves pushed up that shows off well-sculpted forearms and he’s already pressing play before he realizes it.

The guy’s a little nervous at the start, saying that he usually doesn’t post songs like these but he just really needs to get it out of his system and when he starts playing, Eddie already feels chills. And when he starts to sing? Holy fuck, Eddie is hooked. The song is so heartbreaking and it hits Eddie hard in the broken home feels and fuck but he needs to find out who this dude is.

He downloads Tiktok for the sole purpose of watching Steve’s videos and by the time he’s made it all the way down to Steve’s first video he’s already writing an email jumbled with lowercase letters and key smashes asking to try and get a collab project with this Steve Harrington even though they’re on totally different planes of genre.

Meanwhile Steve is refusing to look at his phone, has turned off notifications because he’s nervous as shit after posting Family Line which is so so personal and revealing and so it’s only when Robin tells him he’s got an email after glancing his abandoned phone that he sees he’s been contacted by a representative of some musician he’s never heard of about wanting to do a collab and this has to be a joke, right? So he googles the name of the artist and oh.

Eddie Munson is unfairly pretty. He’s got these thick shoulder-length curls and messy bangs, large doe eyes and the brightest smile. And fuck but he wears a lot of crop tops and he really makes it work. Steve checks him out on Spotify and he shouldn’t be so surprised with the image Eddie’s cultivated but still he plays some serious metal and hard rock. Why on earth would he want to collab with some indie tiktok musician?

He asks as much in his reply to the email, has Robin double check it to make sure it sounds professional enough. The agent is pretty straight forward saying Eddie got really inspired by Family Line and despite their differences in styles is really keen to collab and so Steve agrees if only to meet this frankly inhumanly pretty man.

And when they meet for the first time in person? It’s practically love at first sight and they both know it. But they still dance around each other, innocently flirting and despite all their differences they get along so well it’s not even funny.

Their collab song drops on Spotify and it blows up like there’s no tomorrow and now Eddie’s often seen in flashes in Steve’s videos and the entire internet is like “ARE YOU DATING???” and of course being the little shits that they are they neither deny nor confirm it and everyone is going crazy trying to prove whether or not they’re dating.

Meanwhile Steddie is laughing their asses off trying to think of new ways to tease their fans with cookie crumbs in Steve’s videos and Eddie’s tweets.

Anyway, I just think it would be super fun to have a modern mixed media fic and fuck but I really wanna write this now…

[agustdef]

Rumors

This fic’s inspo stems from the Rumor by Jake Miller.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Black Singer!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut; Idol AU/Idolverse

Word Count: 5.7k

Warning: Language; Sexual Activities; Spanking

Rating: 18+ (Minors do not read or interact.)

My Beta Reader: The dork known as @hobeemin

A/N: That song came on a song radio and I really liked it and then my brain got working so here we are. Also tagging @sugakookitty​ because I have to make sure she has a front row seat.

Every night during and after the PTD in LA tour one could go onto Twitter and see the excitement from ARMYs around the world about two shows, but they could also see the rumors and speculation surrounding Jungkook and YN. 

For that tour, they’d decided to bring out other artists they’d collabed with on random days to perform those songs. YN was the only one who was there every one of those nights, performing two songs that she’d collabed on with the boys and one of her’s that Jungkook had covered a few years before. The song that had brought them all together in the first place.

Also, the reason that fans, antis, and Dispatch clung to the little to no information they had to make everyone think the two were dating. As if they’d met in secret and gotten together and that was why Jungkook did the cover in the first place. 

When in actuality the pair met at some events while BTS was in the states for concerts and everyone seemed like fast friends months after the cover was posted. Soon after that friendship brought about collabs and hanging out with each other in semi-public settings. Something that people caught wind of a few times. All the images and videos taken were platonic for the most part, but YN made Jungkook laugh a little too hard once and that was all it took for people to latch onto them flirting or being a thing. 

Every interaction was analyzed for the smallest things. Didn’t matter if YN got the same reaction out of the other boys or if the outing had very little interaction between the two of them or if she was photographed multiple times with her head on Jin’s shoulder and Yoongi leaning on her’s as the two napped. 

At the end of the day, it circled back to Jungkook.

Something that he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he agreed with some of what people said or noticed. They weren’t wrong about how much he enjoyed being in YN’s presence or how they flirted with each other a lot. Plus, she’d also cuddled up against his shoulder to nap a few times and he’d done the same once, though his head was in her lap and she was playing with his hair.

His members teased him endlessly for that one. Which was also something he didn’t mind much.

He’d be a liar if he said that before he did the cover he thought she was cute and he liked what he saw from what she was public about. That kinda sorta crush quickly tumbled into full blown crush once they’d met and gotten to know each other. Only solidified by how many rumors swarmed, even the more ridiculous ones that involved them making out in the back of the van on the way to the group’s hotel - with the other members also inside.

Nothing close to that ever happened, but he would have liked it if it did. Minus his members there as an audience to their PDA.

Wanting to make those rumors true is why it bummed him out, even more, when the pandemic hit and their tour was postponed. He’d planned to ask YN out in person so he could have a better gauge of if she felt the same way. Of course, he knew she wouldn’t lie to placate him if he’d done it over the phone, but in person was the best way for him to go about it. Especially because he’d lose his mind if he had to wait forever to see her after they both - hopefully - confessed their feelings.

That want didn’t stop him from also texting her several times to just lay everything out to her. Something Yoongi often had to talk him down from.

Of all the members he’d been the most helpful when Jungkook came to him about how he was feeling. His hyung was always a fountain of advice, especially when it came to YN. He’d taken a liking to YN in an older brother kind of way so he had both their interests at heart whenever Jungkook came to him to talk about it. Equal parts encouraging and threatening was how Yoongi handled it, because he wanted Jungkook to be sure about his feelings before he could hurt either of them, especially YN.

There was some past relationship trauma that YN had that Yoongi knew all about and it made him a little more protective of her. Something Jungkook appreciated because it forced him to take another look at what he wanted from her and a relationship, he’d looked deep before but he went deeper that time around.

It was why he was beyond sure by the time talks of the four day concert came up. He fought to get her there for at least two of those days with the members backing him and he lucked out with getting them to say she could do all four if she and her people agreed to it. Which they did.

From there it was just planning how he would tell her how he felt. The way he went about it was so detailed that it was almost like he was preparing to propose to her, which meant at the end of it he scraped all the ideas. There was an urge to do it big, but it wasn’t very YN and he wanted her as comfortable as he could control.

Sadly, that meant even when they’d arrived he was left floundering to figure out the right setting and way to confess. That didn’t change even as the concerts officially kicked off. Which was beyond frustrating with all the buzz online that usually helped fuel his drive to move forward with what he wanted.

However, just before the start of the third day he was done with it. He went through the motions of the day with a weird giddy energy that everyone looked at him strange for and that no one but Yoongi seemed to understand.

Once they got on stage that energy fueled and more enjoyable concert and by the time they got to the more sensual of their collabs it was clear to the members what he was up to. He was near YN for almost the entire song and they played off each other effortlessly. 

And when their lyrics were a little more hype and suggestive he all but pushed Namjoon out of the way so he was near her when she did a move where she dropped it low. It was half retaliation for what happened when Megan the Stallion had come out with them on Day 2 and because he wanted to make his position clear. Even if it was a bit scandalous to be as close as he was while she swayed her hips and shook her ass a little.

He wasn’t looking to start anything major in the news, but he wanted her to be clear on what he was doing. And when she turned around after her verse and looked into his eyes as he began to rap he was beyond sure she got the message.

Along with anyone who could see the way he looked at her.

Once they finished the song everyone spoke to the crowd a little and the audience got to see the dynamic of Namjoon and YN at each other’s throats in a playful way. They bickered like siblings and Yoongi always stepped in to take her side. Jungkook switched up and took Namjoon's, which didn’t earn him anything but Namjoon alluding how he almost fell all because Jungkook wanted to get close.

Jungkook didn’t even defend himself, just shook his head and slyly looked YN’s way and winked. He could see the lightest tint of red under her brown skin when he did, but she pulled it together quickly, winking back before lightly punching Namjoon and fleeing the stage with all of them going right behind her.

They had a little over five minutes to prepare to go back out there, so despite being hopped up on their interaction out there Jungkook made quick work of getting changed into his next outfit. He did it in about two minutes since his next outfit didn’t include much and was easy enough to slip on. His make-up was touched up after, but that only took a few seconds, and then he was out of their dressing room and in YN’s.

He barely knocked before opening the door and closing it behind him.

YN was just finishing up plugging down her hoodie when he entered. Seeing him startled her, especially because she was used to being left alone for about twenty minutes after performing on stage.

“What the fuck, Kookie?” she asked, clutching her chest.

A sheepish smile overtook his lips. “Sorry, I should have waited until you said come in. But I don’t have a lot of time.”

“A lot of time for what?”

For some reason, Jungkook froze at that and became a bit shyer than he’d been with her earlier. That left room for YN to become a little more confident, especially because she loved it when she made him a little flustered. She would have usually teased him, but there was shouting about a minute or two before the next stage and she knew he had to go.

YN raised her brow and took a few steps forward. “What did you need, baby?”

And that was all it took, despite her having called him that a million times.

Jungkook crossed the space between them in three large steps, placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her in for a kiss. The first few seconds of it were soft, both in the way they kissed and the feel of their lips, but the moment YN’s arms wrapped around his neck he pressed closer and became a bit more desperate in the way he kissed her. One of his hands moved from her hip to her hair, his fingers lacing through box braids and pulling slightly. Just enough to cause a slight burst of pain, which rewarded him with a soft whimper slipping from her lips.

Controlling himself felt damn near impossible after that, but what could happen if he didn’t stop and the fact that he hadn’t said what he came to say made him pull away.

“We have to stop,” he said.

Before YN could speak there was yelling for about forty-five seconds and all she could do was nod. Jungkook pulled away from her a little then, but not fully. His hands moved to cup her face and he pressed his forehead to hers. 

“I really like you. I would ask you to be my girlfriend right now, but I want to take you on a date first. Plus I think we should talk. Meet me in my hotel room after?”

A smile took over YN’s lips and she leaned in, pecking his lips.

“I like you too. And I can definitely do that. I planned to head out a little earlier to avoid traffic anyway. I’ll stop by my place and then have my manager arrange to get me indiscreetly. Just text me when you leave here.”

There was some frantic yelling asking where Jungkook was so he nodded and pulled away, glancing at her one more time before leaving the room and sprinting out. It was a good thing her dressing room was just as close to the stage as theirs was.

Not that YN focused on that long, she fell onto the couch in the room and released a delighted squeal. Excitement and nerves about what happened filled her and not even her manager appearing in the room could get her to pull it together.

She wasn’t alone in that thought, because for once Jungkook struggled to regulate his emotions as they got into position for the next stage. His smile fought long and hard to remain in place, but he pushed it down.

Neither of them could wait until after the concert.

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By the time the concert was over and they were in the vans headed back to the hotel nerves set in for Jungkook. He could remember what happened in YN’s dressing room, but a voice in his head tried to convince him that maybe she was just being nice. Or that he had stepped out of bounds by kissing her before saying anything. She’d kissed him back, but a part of him said it was a little too forward.

Thankfully, he remembered that YN wasn’t the type to just placate people, especially not in the matter of feelings. He’d watched her turn down an up and coming artist in the middle of an industry party, in front of his friends, and right as he was about to go on stage. And though she was Jungkook’s friend and she wouldn’t want him to go out on stage off his game she wouldn’t have said she liked him too just to rip his heart to pieces once they had the proper time to talk things through.

Thoughts like that are what replayed in his head over and over again until he got to his room. He was so focused on reassuring himself that he didn’t speak or even really acknowledge the members when they said something. Not that he had to, because Yoongi told them to leave him since he already knew what was going down. He cornered Jungkook and asked about his intense smiling and Jungkook blurted out what happened. 

Once inside his room, he finally reentered the reality of what was about to happen and was filled with mild panic. Jungkook was usually the semi-organized type, but he’d been tired and in a rush so his hotel room was a shit show. 

So, with a new sort of energy, he didn’t know he could possess after a concert he speed cleaned the room. That included finding the Lysol wipes that Hobi threw at him before they were assigned hotel rooms and wiped a few things down. After he jumped into the shower and dressed faster than he ever had.

Upon finishing he was sure everything was ready, but the room smelt off. A mix of stagnant air and lemons. He was quick to open a window and use one of his colognes to fill the air a little. Spritzing himself a few times before he finally took a seat and a deep breath. 

YN texted him when she left the stadium about around what time she’d be arriving and that she’d let him know when she was close. So all he needed to do was wait, which made him antsy. It also made him space out a little, so much so that he zoned out and nearly had a heart attack when he heard a knock on his door.

Panic filled him as he searched his phone for a message that she was there, but found nothing. He headed to the door with his heart beating in his chest only to see no one through the peephole. He slowly opened the door and looked around to see that not a soul was in the hallway but there was a bag on the floor.

Worry about a sasaeng hit him for a moment, but then he saw what was in the bag and snatched it up before quickly retreating into his room. He took its contents out and felt his body was on fire while he assessed the box of condoms. Feeling something weird on the back he was both embarrassed and annoyed by the sticky note he found.

I don’t want to be an uncle yet, so wrap it up. - Yoongi HYUNG

Rolling his eyes Jungkook discarded the bag in the trash and dropped the condoms in his suitcase. He had no plans of using them, though he would be a liar if he said he hadn’t thought of it or that he wasn’t excited by the prospect of putting them to use. However, he wanted to get to them talking about things part of everything first. He wanted this to go well with minimal hitches if any at all. 

Things with YN had to work.

And as if she knew he was thinking about her, his phone vibrated with a text. She told him she was about two minutes out and she brought food. He shot off a quick reply to her, then called his manager to let him know so he could get her up there. With that confirmed he pulled the chair at the desk of his room to the table he usually ate at and positioned the armchair across from it.

Not wanting them to freeze he closed the window and then moved to stand by the door. He knew he should probably sit down and wait, but he also knew that he would get caught sprinting towards the door if he did. Standing at it would be a test in self control, but at least he could reason with himself about counting for ten seconds before opening.

The knock that came about a minute after made him think otherwise, but he took a quiet, deep breath, counted, and then unlocked the door. YN smiled at him the moment the door opened and he uttered a quick thanks to his manager before ushering her inside.

Nothing needed to be said as she kicked off her shoes, set down her bag, and got to putting down their food on the table. They’d hung out a million times like that and so while she did that Jungkook got the TV on and put on some random anime they’d watched a few times before from Netflix and pulled water from his mini-fridge.

There was an attempt to help with the food, but one hand smack and he simply plopped onto the desk chair without a word. She opened his container of Chinese food and then utensils before she sat and opened her own. 

Even after they were settled not a word was uttered though. Food took priority with both of them, but especially after expelling energy. They each got about halfway through before focus shifted.

Or more so before the energy in the space shifted and Jungkook became a little shy.

They stared each other down while eating their food at that point, but as seconds ticked by Jungkook died a little more inside and finally dropped his fork.

“We should talk now, right?” he asked.

For several moments YN said nothing, which only made him flustered. Something that was clearly the goal, but she didn’t let him flounder for too long. 

“Yes, we should. You want to go first?”

“I probably should.”

“Then the floor is yours, love.”

A nod, a long sip of his water, and a deep breath later and Jungkook spoke up.

“I had this whole speech planned in my head, but I can’t remember most of it right now. Plus it was ten minutes long and I couldn’t agree with the cuts that Yoongi told me to make, so I’m just going to try to say this without feeling like a middle schooler admitting to his first real crush.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time, YN. It was a slow progression of feelings starting from friendship, though I will admit a slight crush on you before we even met. I wanted to tell you how I felt when we came out here on tour but then the world descended into madness and I didn’t want to tell you while being so far away. But then it felt like it would take forever and I almost told you when you had that date with that one guy, but we found out about PTD and he was a jackass so I thought now would be the time. That kiss was not how I planned it and I wanted way more time to talk it through but I just couldn’t help myself. I don’t regret kissing you though, just the setup.”

Throughout his speech, he’d switched from English to Korean and it was a wonderful thing that YN understood him. Not that it took away from the embarrassment that filled him once he’d realized what he’d done.

Not that he had a reason to be embarrassed since the entire time he spoke YN’s smile grew wider and wider. There was also something in her eyes that exuded care, excitement, and adoration. All of that was confirmed by the way her hand slid across the table to grab his and squeeze reassuringly. 

“Well, you already know about the slight crush I had on you before we met. It’s nothing I put stock in, but I agree, being around you morphed into something more. I wanted to talk to you about it too, even got close a few times, but also felt like over the phone was wrong. I went on the date after my friends badgered me and you were the first person I thought to call after the shit show was over. I was hoping to work up the courage to talk to you about it while you were here, but it felt like there was never the time and on the rare occasion I would chicken out.”

Logically if YN was fine with kissing him then of course she’d liked him for a while, but that coupled with them having both been going through the same thoughts was a shock to Jungkook’s system.

“So we were both preparing to ask each other?”

“Yes.”

“And we could have been together sooner?”

“Yes.”

“But we weren’t because of us being too in our heads?”

“Yes.”

“And because we didn’t want to start things from so far away?”

“Yes.”

“Wow… Do you regret it?”

“No.”

After so many yeses it was a shock to hear a different answer and Jungkook wasn’t offended, but the shock changed his expression. Enough so that YN felt the need to speak quickly.

“I don’t think either of us would have loved to be apart for so long. Plus, it helps that we both now know how each other operates under the stress of a situation on a global scale.”

Jungkook took a deep breath.

“True.”

Silence hung over them for a moment and they went back to eating and glancing at the TV every so often. It was weird, but also not because it was very like them. They’d talked about heavier topics and then paused to finish eating before picking it up or leaving it there, never feeling like they were avoiding anything. It was just the nature of who they were.

Food was finished not long after and they cleaned up before settling into Jungkook’s bed with snacks that YN brought and that Jungkook already had. They snacked and watched TV, YN’s head on his shoulder like it normally was when they got comfortable like that. Another norm for them.

What wasn’t the norm though was the way that Jungkook slowly pulled her even closer and moved their bodies so they were laying down with one of her legs tossed over his. One of his hands rested next to him while the other pressed into her lower back, just shy of her ass. At least it was until she adjusted slightly and it fell onto her ass. Making Jungkook freeze in panic.

The new tension in his body made YN look at him with a raised brow, but he stared straight ahead.

“Touching ass gets you this flustered, baby?” she asked.

Again there was that endearment, but tacked on was a sort of challenge and that got a rise out of him. He went from bashful to staring deeply into her eyes as he grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed. Which got him zero reaction and that only made him want one. Releasing he did it again, only to get the same smirk and not even a flicker of reaction out of her. That didn’t stop him though, because when he released the second time his hand reared back and he smacked her ass. There was limited power behind it because of how they were positioned, but it was enough for him to see something in her eyes change.

That change is what had him do it again and again. Each time getting that non-reaction reaction and a soft throat clearing. So, he changed things up and moved YN so she straddled him and both his hands had access. 

But that access didn’t last for long as both wrestled for the upper hand. Phones and the remote could be heard clattering to the ground because of their wild movements, but neither flinched. They maintained eye contact and as every second ticked by the room grew hotter from the intensity of their gaze and the tension it built up.

After a few minutes, YN ended up on top.

That left them face to face, gently breathing against each other and still staring into one another’s eyes. The joy and excitement were the perfect precursor for the shift in the room or more so in the space between them. Tension built quickly and Jungkook’s lips were on YN’s and her arms were around his neck in an instant.

Their lips pressed against each other as if pulling away would be the end of them and when they pulled away it wasn’t long before they were kissing again. YN was the one to swipe her tongue against Jungkook’s lips, but he was the one to take the lead as both tongues intertwined. 

As they kissed their bodies pressed together and YN grinded against him, creating friction that made YN feel like she was on fire.

Her panties were wet and her thighs lightly coated from how worked up she was. It didn’t help that Jungkook got hard quickly and pressed his dick against her with his every move. The feel and the idea of him being inside her were all she needed to make her pull away.

“Fuck me now,” she panted.

And Jungkook didn’t waste a second. He pushed himself up, kneeling enough that he could pull his boxers down, before moving towards her again. There was no time or thought to pull YN’s panties down and they ended up pushed to the side. 

Within forty-five seconds of her telling him what to do Jungkook’s cock rubbed against her pussy and then slipped inside. They both moaned out at the feeling and paused for a second to take it in, but a second was truly all it was. Jungkook’s hands spread her legs wide and he drilled into her. The pace was quick and hard, their skin slapping into each other every thrust. 

The stretch his cock gave and the sounds of his dick slamming into her along with the moans from both their lips was a little overwhelming. They’d spent a while only being able to do oral and she’d missed the feeling of having him inside of her.

So much so that she needed more.

“Harder, please baby harder,” she cried.

“Fuck!” Jungkook shouted.

His outburst could have been confused by his inability to do so, but the man’s hips slowed down and he thrust into her in a way that left her skin stinging a little. One of his hands also moved down to rub and lightly slap at her clit.

If she hadn’t already felt her orgasm building, that definitely moved it along. YN felt closer with each slap she felt and she had trouble keeping her voice down. Every inch of her body felt eclectic and sensitive.

“I want you to come for me baby, play with your nipples,” Jungkook said.

Compliance was immediate. The need to reach that high fueled her and her hands were under her shirt pulling on her nipples hard. They were very sensitive so the heightened pleasure came quickly.

“So fucking close,” YN moaned out.

As someone who dreamed of making her cum, Jungkook took that as a notice to pick it up, and though he couldn’t pick up the pace in that position, he slapped her clit harder than he had before. It sent a jolt through her body and five hits in YN’s body spasmed for a moment and she came.

A gasp and soft scream escaped her as she rode out the climax and the feel of Jungkook continued to fuck her. Her hands dropped from her chest, but the sensitivity didn’t stop as Jungkoook continued fucking into her chasing his own high. 

There was no oversensitivity though, his pace helped extend her high and once his hips bucked, he pulled out just in time to cum all over her stomach. YN was still barely coming down from her high.

After a moment of maintaining their positions, Jungkook rolled to the side and rested beside her.

“Shit, that was fucking hot,” he said.

Soft laughter escaped YN. “Drunk me shouldn’t have told you about the spanking thing. I feel like the room is still moving.”

“All the more reason I’m glad you told me about it.”

With the limited energy, she had she slapped whatever body part that was closest to her hand, which turned out to be his thigh, where a bit of his cum had leaked. YN made a face in reaction, causing Jungkook to laugh but not move.

For several moments they lay there with the sole sound being from the TV. It took some time, but eventually, their breathing leveled out and their chests stopped moving so rapidly. 

Once calm enough Jungkook pressed a kiss to her forehead and then hopped out of the bed, leaving YN alone and confused for a few minutes before he returned with a wet rag. He carefully wiped off YN’s stomach and between her legs where some of his cum dripped down to, then his thigh. YN thought he was done until he took the hand she’d touched his thigh with and wiped it clean before pressing gentle kisses to every finger and then her palm.

The woman could have physically swooned from that and it didn’t help with he gave her the sweetest smile.

“You up for a shower?” he asked.

YN nodded and then carefully got up. Her body still felt odd from pleasure so walking was a little weird, but before she could get used to it Jungkook had her in his arms and carried her to the shower that he’d already started. 

There was a bench so he sat her there and adjusted the showerhead angle so it would hit her too. Then he grabbed another rag and got it lathered. Naturally, YN reached out to take it once he directed it towards her, but Jungkook slapped her hand out of the way and waved her up. She did as she was told and the next thing she knew Jungkook was the one washing her body.

Every second of his touch was gentle and despite how sweet the moment was she couldn’t help but get riled up. Horniness hadn’t left her, just dimmed for a moment. Not that she planned to act on it, but then Jungkook turned her around and the feeling of his dick against her ass sent her over the edge.

While he tried to clean her back YN pushed back into him, her ass grinding against him in slow circles. As seconds ticked by - and she felt him harden - she pressed against him harder, until he dropped the rag and his hand was around her throat. Another thing drunk her mentioned.

“I was trying to be sweet,” he whined.

“You were sweet. So sweet, baby. But I need another feel,” YN cooed.

That sweetness exited the moment she said that. Jungkook’s hand on her throat tightened and he moved with her as they continued their grinding. Wet, soap slicked bodies moved as one, both eager and needing each other.

Before either of them knew it YN was bent over, hands on the bench and one foot up as well. Jungkook pushed inside of her, one of his feet on the bench for leverage, and his thrust into her.

It was only the second time but neither was sure they’d ever get used to the feeling. The way Jungkook stretched YN and the way her pussy clung to him so tightly. Each more filled with so much pleasure that YN was wet enough that every thrust could be heard over every other sound. Jungkook played into it by keeping a quick speed just so they both could hear how good they sounded together.

Though he moved his hand when they got into position Jungkook’s hand found its way around YN’s throat again as he pulled her up so her back was pressed to his chest. Her pussy spasmed at that, getting him to adjust his fingers and press tighter. It earned him more of the pulsing and choked moaning for her.

In seconds he came and after a few rough thrusts, YN did too.

Once again they were left with labored breath and shaking bodies. However, they recovered faster the second time and took the time to clean each other carefully, but not go for a third round.

After getting cleaned and dressed - Jungkook in boxers and YN in one of his bigger shirts, something Jungkook insisted on. With them clothed there was no keeping him off her from that point on. He grabbed the snacks, turned down the lights, found a new show for them to watch, and then wrapped YN up in his arms so tight she had little to no room to escape even if she tried.

Not that she tried.

They spent the evening wrapped up in each other and that’s how they were when Yoongi woke them screaming about how he said he didn’t want to be an uncle yet. There was a lot of time spent telling him YN was on the pill and it had been an accident.

There were not enough bribes in the world to stop him from setting a reminder to have YN take a pregnancy test in a month’s time.

But even Yoongi’s theatrics couldn’t stop the glee that Jungkook felt when he saw rumors about them because of the concert. He’d finally made them true.

[httpknjoon]

instagram official | ksj

plot | Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship. But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.

words | 1.1k+

genres | humor/crack, barely fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | first drabble entry for this new series! probably an introduction on how this whole series will go for the next entries. anyway, let me know your thoughts.

main masterlist | drabble series

Y/N & Kim Seokjin finally made it Instagram official

At last!

Y/N-JIN fans, make some noise! Earlier this day, Y/N and Jin finally made it Instagram official. The longtime rumored couple posted photos of each other on their separate accounts, seemingly confirming the dating rumors.

In JIn’s account, he posted a photo of Y/N covering half of her face with a script while winking at the camera. It appears that it was taken on one of the sets of their latest movie together, Maybe Yes, Maybe No. Y/N wore the iconic baby blue dress from the said film.

“No more maybes.”  Jin captioned, referring to his character’s line from the movie. He added a single red heart.

On the other hand, Y/N posted a photo of Jin holding a magazine cover of himself next to his face. It appears to be taken during their stay in France during the promotions of their 2020 movie, Lonely People. She simply captioned the image with a butterfly emoji.  

This was the first time the couple posted about each other on their Instagram account after four years of being linked together. Back in 2017, when they worked on their first movie together and chemistry immediately became noticeable to the audience. A source told us that the romance started during the movie production.

“They began taking interest in each other right after their first screen test for Cornelia Street.” the source shared. “They began going on each other’s trailers during their free time and breaks, having their alone time. Jin even visited Y/N in London when she was shooting her own scenes there for almost two weeks .”

At last, after years of jokes and speculations, fans received confirmation from Y/N and Jin. To Hollywood’s newest couple, we wish you well with your relationship!

Both posts were two of the fastest photos to ever reach a million likes on the social media site. Fans immediately shared their thoughts and excitement with it, trending Y/N and Jin on Twitter. Short video clip edits of you two resurfaced again. It instantly became a hot topic since you two have the most active stans all over the internet. Even making locals updated about everything.

@seokjinniesy/n : i can finally leave this planet, knowing that y/n and jin are officially together [insert that Spongebob levitating reaction pic]

@GabbyWong : OMG Did #Y/NJin just confirm their relationship? I've been shipping them since I was twelve!

@starringy/n : please welcome the hollywood's power couple finally made it official [insert screenshots of your Instagram posts]

replying to @starringy/n

@y/nfavouriteco0kies: i hope jin posts more pictures of y/n bc that girl posts nothing but pictures of her cat 😩😩

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

The video was all pitch black. Almost fifty thousand viewers wait for something to happen. Both yours and Jin’s fans comment their thoughts. Some are asking what’s going on. While others just reply with random affirmations and support for your so-called romantic relationship. 

But they only heard voices in the background. Yours was the first one to be audible and recognizable, “We already posted the photos eleven hours ago.”

“Yeah, now give us our money!” Jin’s followed protest was heard.

A male voice laughed, “I said that it has to be on Instagram for a day. I’ll give you twenty dollars each  if the photo lasts until tomorrow.”

You crossed your arms over your chest as your eyes threw daggers towards Donny, Jin’s best friend. Jin sat beside you on your hotel room’s couch, doing the same thing too. On the other hand, Donny laughed at you two.

“Who knows things might still happen?”

“Things are already happening. I had to uninstall my Twitter with all the mentions I’m getting,” you spoke out.

When you posted Jin’s candid photo on your Instagram account, you immediately got notifications from Twitter popping up just seconds after. You ignored it at first, going on with your busy day. But it kept on vibrating for a straight thirty minutes like a freaking vibrator. You decided to uninstall the app. After your first shoot for the day, your manager told you the aftermath of your and Jin’s Instagram postings. There was chaos on both media outlets and social media sites.

But you just posted photos because of Donny. Earlier today, You, Jin, and Donny just finished having a room serviced breakfast in Jin’s hotel room when a dare was made.

“You two have the strictest managers. You cannot do shit every time.” he scoffed, taking a sip of the remaining coffee from his cup.

“Strictest manager.” Jin scoffed. “Namjoon still lets me have my phone even though I already drunk posted shit for like four times now. Maybe this one right here has that manager”

Your eyebrows raised, “Nope. Hayley is literally my best friend.”

It's true. Your manager for years is like an older sister to you. Except she also acts as your strict guardian sometimes. Donny remained unconvinced, wearing a smug smile on his face. Both you and Jin shared a look with each other. Yours and Jin's high level of competitiveness are both showing off.

“I will bet you forty dollars if you guys post anything right now that can possibly make your managers go crazy.”

So you did post something. Both you and Jin know your cards and how to play with them. Not less than two minutes, you two let go of your phones from your hands. Hailey later came in, asking you to get ready for your shoot.

“Well, that’s–” Donny paused from his sentence when he checked his phone. “Y/N, you are live on Instagram?”

“What?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched together, before reaching for your phone next to you. But it wasn't there. You looked around the couch. Then, you stood up, quickly spotting your phone.

"No, it's– Oh, shit!"

Jin and Donny watched as you curse constantly while tapping on your phone. After that, you moved your head from your screen to both of them with your eyes wide.

"Hailey's going to kill me–"

"Y/N!"

Your manager's voice can be heard outside your room as she knocks repeatedly on your door. You instantly ran next to Jin, using him as a human shield for your manager's incoming bullets.

"Donny... Can you open the door?" Jin told his friend, who chuckled before doing what he was told. Jin whispered to you, "Why is she so mad today?"

"I promised I won't post anything for today after the whole posting thing." you giggled. "Also, I promised I won't do shit while she's out on a date."

After you hurriedly ended the accidental Instagram live, everyone once again jumped to Twitter.

@sniperfory/n: These two dorks are literally earning millions with their movies and brand deals and they created this whole thing just to win forty bucks 💀💀💀

@seokjinniesm0on: wait a damn minute [insert a clip of that Instagram live]

@Y/NJINFAN: i am just a bet. for forty dollars. 💔💔💔💔💔💔

A day later, after the live chaos, when everyone already cooled down, Y/N simply addressed the whole thing with one tweet. Saying:

@YNOFFICIAL : Unfortunately, we didn’t get the forty dollars.

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[dduane]

Spock's World was the first Star Trek book I ever bought back in HS when it came out . At some point in the 2010's my oldest got entranced the Young Wizard's series, and he read every book that was out and so did I. Fast forward a few more years and I see you on Tumblr, go 'Oh she wrote Spock's World let me follow' only to find out you *also* wrote one of the boy's favorite series and I had no clue. I literally went and checked his bookshelf to make sure. You hooked two generations of readers :)

First of all: thank you! x2. I'm glad what I was writing was working for you both, into whichever category it might fall. :)

And second: This an interesting example of a (very minor) cross I bear, and get reminded of more or less every day. :) For a number of reasons that have to do with the passage of considerable time and the all-over-the-place nature of my writing schedule in the 80s and 90s and early-00s, my readerships are extremely fragmented (or I guess "silo'd" might be the jargon we'd use these days). And of course in the beginning of that period, there being no unified way to tell people what you were doing except (eventually) through websites that they might never find, there was no straightforward way to get the word out about new work that was happening in different genres.

As a result, the Trek fans tend not to know about my other SF and fantasy writing. A lot of the Young Wizards fans have no knowledge of all the stuff I wrote for Trek (a work-by-work listing is here). Relatively few of the fans in either of those camps know about the Middle Kingdoms series that began with some of my earliest work. And very few of any of them seem to know about all the assorted film and TV work.

(helpless laughter) ...This is why my website looks more like some kind of peculiar encyclopedia than anything else. I'm just trying to tell people, "Look, I'm glad you like this stuff I've done... maybe you might like this other stuff, too?" ...Because no one's going to find out until someone suggests it.

Anyway, for those who might be curious, here are:

All my novels

All my shorter fiction

My comics and graphic-novel work

All my TV and film work that I've got around to adding to the site (it's a work in progress...) and my listing at IMDb

And beyond that, all I can do is post here (and on Twitter and various other places) when new things come out. ...You might also have a look at @petermorwood's and my ebook store, Ebooks Direct: there are things of mine there that you won't find anywhere else.

Meanwhile, thanks for letting me know that you've both liked what you've found so far. I enjoy being multigenerational, and I intend to stay that way. :)

[forjongseong]

words of affirmation // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: jay x fem!reader (established relationship)

genre: smut // warning: mentions of insecurity, body image, reader is older than Jay, fingering (f. receiving) // wc: ~1.6k

summary: you've put on a couple of pounds and it bothers you, but your boyfriend is there to remind you that you're beautiful.

author's note: I am absolutely delighted at the amount of response I have gotten from posting at fault, so I present to you, a Jay fic! still written in third-person, I hope you like this just as much as I do. now I swear I have proofread this work a couple of times but PLEASE let me know if there are any mistakes! anon asks and messages are welcomed!

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It was a rainy afternoon at the café where Y/N sat with her two friends, Mina and Jayoon. The two of them sat across Y/N, talking to each other about fashion trends and sharing funny TikToks. Y/N then looked out the window and observed the people walking by.

A group of three friends, all wearing skinny jeans and a matching t-shirt with different colors, almost like a uniform.

A couple, the girl holding and umbrella and the guy with his hand around her tiny waist.

Two model-like ladies, strutting down the street with their boots from the newest fall collection.

“I feel like you would rock this,” said Mina, pointing her phone towards Y/N. “Y/N?”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts and quickly leaned in. “Yeah?” She glanced back at Mina. “Nah, she’s killing that outfit because she’s got the body for it.”

“Still,” Mina leaned back to her seat as she retracted her hand, “it’s totally your style.”

Jayoon nodded approvingly as she sipped on her almost-empty cup of latte. The three of them continued their conversation for another hour as they all waited for the rain to stop.

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When Y/N arrived home, she felt irritated. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the long hours she spent just scrolling Twitter and reading comments on articles about her boyfriend’s group, or if it was because of the amount of dessert she ate that made her have an upset stomach.

She walked to the kitchen and towards the calendar on the fridge. It was not even the time for PMS, so she wondered what could have been the trigger for her mood swings. Deciding to brush it off, Y/N made herself a cup of tea and walked over to her desk to get some work done while she waited for her boyfriend to come home.

Hours later, she found herself slumped over her desk, her glasses put aside and her laptop halfway closed. She noticed her phone blinking, an incoming call from Jay.

“Hi,” she answered, her voice croaked. “Sorry, I just woke up.”

“Be there in 2 minutes, babe,” said Jay.

Y/N glanced to the window and only then she noticed it had gotten dark.

Not even a minute later, she heard a knock on the door. As she walked to open it, Jay playfully knocked again a thousand times faster.

“My God, I’m coming!” Y/N shouted.

As the door swung open, Jay lunged himself into his girlfriend’s embrace, making them both sway side to side.

“Finally, I get to smell you,” he said as he inhaled into Y/N’s hair. Y/N chuckled.

“So nice to see you too,” Y/N closed the door behind her as she watched Jay take off his jacket and throw it on the sofa. He then rolled up the sleeves on his shirt and looked around the kitchen.

“Did you eat?” he asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Not hungry.”

“Really?” Jay stood there and checked the time on his watch. “I ate an hour ago but I’m already hungry again.”

“There’s snacks in the cabinet if you want,” Y/N said softly. She then walked towards the laptop and saw her browser open on the Twitter page. Instantly, she felt irritated.

Jay settled for a yoghurt and popped a bottle open as he walked towards the sofa.

“Are you sure you’re not going to eat? I can cook for you.”

“I said I’m not hungry, Jay.”

Jay cocks his head. “Are you alright?” His voice started to sound concerned.

Without answering, Y/N stormed off to her room, almost slamming the door shut. Jay saw that her behaviour seemed unusual, so he sat there for a while contemplating how to handle it.

Soon after, Jay decided to knock on Y/N’s bedroom door. It was already open, so his movement actually pushed the door open. He saw Y/N standing in front of the mirror, her brows furrowed, wearing just pyjama pants and a bra. Her hands were placed around her waist, like she was hugging herself, but when Jay saw her she immediately walked away from the mirror.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jay did not know how else phrase his question. He was genuinely concerned.

Y/N quickly put on the black t-shirt that was already on the bed. “I don’t want to talk.”

Her response alarmed Jay, so he reacted by sitting on the bed and grabbing Y/N’s wrist. “Talk to me anyway.”

Y/N looked at Jay’s hand around her wrist before she pulled her hand away. “I’ll just sleep it off.”

Having none of this, Jay clicked his tongue and stood up. “Fine, but don’t blame me later saying that I’m not there to listen.”

Y/N flinched at the change in Jay’s tone. And with that, Jay walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. Y/N lied on her bed for what felt like hours before Jay came back into her room. Her tears that fell sideways to her pillow were almost dry.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice,” Jay said as he knelt down beside the bed, facing Y/N. “If you want to talk I’ll be here. If you don’t, I’ll be here anyway.”

“I don’t fit into my old jeans anymore,” said Y/N, sniffling.

Jay paused for a second. “That’s what this is?”

Y/N frowned and quickly sat up, wiping away her tears. “See? I know you won’t understand.”

Jay was mildly confused because it was literally the first time Y/N had talked about her weight. She had always seemed like a confident one, never worrying about trivial things like physical appearance, so seeing her act like this made Jay flustered and slightly upset.

“I go out and see all the other girls looking flawless. Slender. Slim. Younger. Smaller. And I’m here just… getting older.”

Conversations about their age gap had come up before, but this was the first time that it had bothered Y/N. Jay chose to listen.

Y/N walked over to her vanity and put on her glasses. She caught her reflection in the mirror.

“I just don’t understand right now.”

“About what?” asked Jay, in a tone as soft as he could manage.

“How you’re here with me instead of someone else. Someone your age.”

Y/N said the last part of her sentence almost with disgust. Jay sighed as he put his face into the palms of his hand. He was aware that nothing he said would ease Y/N’s mind, so he had to find another way.

Jay stood up and walked towards Y/N. He made her face him and gently cupped her face, closing in the distance between them by taking her lips in his. Y/N felt another tear drop down her face.

“You’re beautiful,” said Jay, almost in a whisper, “let me show you.”

Jay continued to leave kisses on Y/N’s face, peppering her on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and her chin before he went back to her lips. Y/N brought her arms around Jay’s neck, and Jay continued his trail of kisses down her chin and to her collarbone. As his kisses started getting wet and sloppy, Y/N sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. Jay circled back to Y/N’s lips and he pulled her closer to him, even though there was literally no space left between them.

Pulling away, Y/N showed a hard time catching her breath, and Jay felt bad. He then maneuvered Y/N to make her face the standing mirror by her wardrobe, so that both of them are looking at their reflections. Jay stood behind Y/N, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s through the reflection as he gently tugged Y/N’s shirt over her body. He kissed her shoulders and rubbed her arms gently, making sure she wasn’t feeling the slightest bit of cold.

“You’re beautiful.”

This time Jay whispered his words right into Y/N’s ear, and she closed her eyes. He carefully took off her bra, and before Y/N could bring her hands up to cover her breasts, Jay’s hands arrived first, cupping them and giving a gentle squeeze. Y/N laid her head back on Jay’s shoulder, and he kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

“Open your eyes for me. Please?”

Y/N did as he said, but not looking at her reflection. She turned to the side and saw Jay’s eyes staring back at her. She leaned in for a kiss, and he whispered once again into her mouth.

“Beautiful.”

Jay placed his fingers on Y/N’s chin and made her look at herself in the mirror. Meanwhile, his other hand was already traveling downwards, grazing her belly, and tugging on her pyjama pants. Y/N brought one hand up, setting it behind Jay’s neck, and her other hand guided him down. She gasped as soon as she felt Jay’s cold fingers graze her clit. The grip of her hand around his neck tightened, and Jay responded with a kiss to her shoulder.

He continued to finger her, alternating between digits, and once in a while whispering in her ear again how beautiful she was. Y/N started to squirm, and her breath became hitched. Jay took this as a sign to speed up.

“Jay,” Y/N sighed between her breath. “Don’t stop.”

Moments later, she came on his fingers as they still stood in the same position. Jay brought his right hand down to give her a squeeze around her waist, telling her she did a good job. He brought his left hand towards his mouth and licked his fingers clean, still looking at Y/N.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N,” said Jay as Y/N turned to face him. “Don’t let anyone, or anything, make you think otherwise.”

Y/N pulled Jay’s face down to kiss him deeply, hoping her gratitude could be delivered through her lips. Jay smiled into the kiss and tightened his grip around the waist of his beautiful girlfriend.

-END-

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[youn9racha]

Back To Sleep

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: after an intense intimate session that left y/n ‘sleepy’, chan doesn’t seem to get enough of them. what shall chan do to get their attention without necessarily waking them up?

warning: unprotected sex, sex toy being used (vibrator), overstimulation, slight somnophilia, dub-con (?) but not really, reader’s highkey a heavy sleeper, slight squirting

words: 1.6 k

extra notes: so due to popular demand, this has won over ’arms.’ i kinda got this idea from a nsfw generator 💀 so bare with me on this. anyhow, like i‘ve mentioned some posts ago, this saturday i’ll be off since it’s going to be my birthday, as well as my surgery, so if i disappear, it‘s just going to be that, so don’t worry too much. i don’t know how long the recovery will be, but for sure it won’t be that long. if you still wanna interact with me, follow me on twitter with the same username, i’m trying to be more active there. so, that’s it really, hope you enjoy this piece !!!

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

Sigh.

Chan was only capable of doing at this moment, as he stared up at the ceiling, letting the insomnia surge through his body like a drink being spilled all across a fabric as to not annoy his beloved, that is y/n.

Prior to his bored state and his long staring contest with the roof above him, him and y/n had just got done from a passionate and fervent love making. Back when he was at the studio, where he was brainstorming for a song, he instantly thought for his main motive when it comes to writer’s block, and that was you.

Intially, it was innocent, he remembered your beautiful smile and how it radiates the room with positive energy when you showed your toothy grin. He remembered your contagious laugh that would not fail to make him crack a smile himself, even if the source wasn’t funny to begin. He remembered your voice, and how soft you sounded...

Or at least he tried to trick himself into thinking, but in reality it was not the case. It was when he started to think of your voice is where his sinful side started to creep in. He suddenly began hearing your pants, which then transformed into a full on whimper as he started to envision your naked self in a compromising position, waiting for him to pleasure you right there.

It was rather wreckless of him to just get up and leave his work early, but why would he just whip out his dick at work when he can feel the real thing at home? He couldn’t wait any longer and drove his way back home, and there he would spot you laying on the couch, in only his hoodie and panties while reading your book.

His early arrival caught you off guard, but to say you were unhappy to see him could not have been further from the truth. Before you could give him a proper greeting, Chan threw away your book across the room, forcibly leaving your spot, as he laid ontop of you with his lips attaching to your’s. Usually, you would protest since you had lost your place on this book you were invested in, but considering your handsome boyfriend had drove all the way from his work, early, and start handing you affections, who are you to be ungrateful.

Almost instantly melting onto the kiss, you wrapped your arm around his neck with his lips and tongues dancing into your skin. His hands would roam gurther down until he reached the hem of the shirt of his that you’re wearing, shielding itself underneath the fabric to touch your skin. He broke the kiss as he carried you to your shared room, embarking on letting out his imagination of you from his head.

After many rounds of steamy thrusts, kissing, licking, biting, moans and ”i love you”’s spread around the room along with the stench of sex, intially Chan wanted to run you a bath for the two to relax, but due to the tiring session, he had suddenly found your sleepy naked splayed in the bed. Not wanting to bother your angellic form, Chan had only rubbed away the excess fluids off of you, as he tugged you back to bed, you immediately taking in the blankets and turned it into a makeshift body pillow.

Chan later followed along as he laid in bed, and few hours later is where it lead to now. It could be his insomnia that was acting up, but he knew it wasn’t the case. He knew wanted to get something over with, and if it weren’t for the throb that he is feeling in between his legs as well as his sick vision, he wouldn’t know what it is. He grabs another look at you, your bare back was facing him as it raised up and down, following along you breathing.

He doesn’t know if he should do this, but he does remember the conversation that you both once had regarding one waking up the other by pleasuring them whether it’s done orally or using a sex toy. Chan intially planned to do it another day, but after many internal battles he was having with himself, he opted to change his mind.

Chan first opened up his side of the night stand and picked up your bullet vibrator, that he knew you placed there. In times wher he’s on tour, he figured that you purposely placed your beloved toy on his side to remind him that you do it on his spot which he finds very endearing of you to do. He looked at your sleeping form then back at the tiny pink device, hesitant if you should it. While thinking it through, he suddenly felt a stir and heard a slight mutter from your side.

Chan looked back and he sees you letting out a few sigh from time to time, and your discreet hip movements suggests that you were for sure in the middle of a wet dream. What sealed the deal is you sighing out Chan’s name while you shook your head in pleasure. That was his cue to start intiating his impromtu plan.

When he notices you not moving, your back now placed into the mattress, Chan discarded the blanket off of you, exposing your body out to the cold air of the room. You haven’t moved yet, and thank the heavens that you haven’t, as Chan positioned himself inbetween your legs, looking from your glistening core up to your unknowing sleeping face.

He gently placed his fore and middle finger in the sensitive bud, before dragging it down to your slit, sensing its wetness as he only allowed the tips of his finger to be inserted inside. It brought out a slight reaction from you as jerked into the sudden sensation, but luckily for him, you were still in dream land and left undisturbed. Chan pulled away his finger out as he grabbed the bullet. He spread legs apart, propping one of them slight upwards, as he started to shove the toy up in your pussy.

He wasn’t sure if the moan you had was from the dream or because of the slight stretch the toy had on you, but once again you didn’t budge and still haven’t fully awoken. That changed however, when he started to turn on the toy into the lowest setting.

You began squirming and moaning, your head stirred as you sighed out, “channie,” when sensing the vibration in the sensitive area of your lower region. You weren’t sure if this was part of your dream, or if it was reality, but never the less you were enjoying the sensation. Chan hummed and smiled as he sees you fluttering your eyes open, him sitting in between your legs while vibrations surged in between it as well.

“Ch-chan-?” You murmured as Chan hushed you, as your senses has started to awaken slightly when he had heightened the level, which made you moan at the feeling. You were certain taken aback when you woke up, but you were not complaining as your loving boyfriend simply strokes your cheeks, caressing your skin loving, contrasting to his vigorous clicking of the toy that is vibrating faster by the minute.

”Don’t worry, baby, its just me,” he cooed through your whimpers, his free hand holds into the soft tissue of your breast, two of his fingers trapping your pointy buds and tugging it. All this constant pleasure doubled with Chan’s hands massaging all the right spots, his lips and teeth leaving sloppy trails, his hardened cock sat in the soft skin of your thighs, right next to his hand that was essentially thrusting in and out the vibrating toy.

All this constant stimulation made you come undone as your breath broke and your legs shook, especially when the vibrations hadn’t come to a stop. The toy still vibrating inside you making you hold his wrist that held the vibrating, begging for him.

“please… please… its too mm—fuck!” You broke out your words, up until Chan pulled out the toy and stopped it from buzzing. You had pant to catch your breath, but that didn’t last long, as you felt something else being stretched inside you.

“Fuck,” Chan grunted as he felt your tight walls hugged his cock, making you moan at the overbearing plessure. Once adjusted inside you, his hips began moving in and out of your shaky and sensitive body. All the sounds in the room was making was the sounds of skin slapping against each other, tagging along with the strings of moans, grunts and cuss words coming out of the two of you.

“You take me so well, baby,” he spoke through his breaths and grunts as he placed your leg on his shoulder, you mewled out his name as you held him closer to you.

“Ch-channie! I’m gonna—ah!” You sobbed out as you felt your second—or third of the day—orgasm approaching, while he nodded and panted out saying he’s not far off.

Just a few more thrusts, and you came around him, your juices spill out, drenching the sheets underneath you as well as his cock. He felt the wetness underneath you, and he chuckled in disbelief, “oh my god, baby…” he exhaled, “you are incredible,” he looked down, making you laugh as you blush at his reaction.

It was a sudden reaction but a pleasant reaction for Chan for sure.

As your laughs died down, Chan opted to carry you to the bathtub so you can clean up, as he changes up the sheets. He looked at the stain in sheets with a giggle, in shock that he pulled something out of you that neither of you knew that you could do.

He would definitely do more so he can get more from you, but for now you both needed to cuddle and sleep through.

It’s been a long day..

[amakumos]

all clear! － profiles 1.

synopsis: for as long as you’ve been on jyp university’s badminton team, your team’s main rivals have been hybe university. the rivalry goes way back, and as the team captain, you’re well aware of your team’s disdain towards the hybe team - but it just so happens that you’re secretly dating hybe’s team captain, yang jungwon. and since tournament season is coming up soon, the rivalry between hybe and jyp is stronger than ever, and you and jungwon both know that if the secret got out, conflicts would arise. you’ve heard of enemies pretending to be lovers, but have you heard of lovers pretending to be enemies? genre: smau, fluff, crack, angst but only a teeny bit i Think, secret relationship pairing: badminton team captain! jungwon x badminton team captain! fem reader warnings: swearing, some players on the hybe / jyp team arent actually under those companies irl its just for Plot, some badminton terms might be wrong since im coached in cantonese please bear w me i used google to translate some stuff he says to me, ages are adjusted slightly bc . theyre in university, ignore timestamps taglist (CLOSED!): @c9tnoos​ @ja4hyvn @shinsou-rii @sqnwo @isaluv @primorange @ryuflix @bearseulgs @baekhyunstruly @jalnandanz @yanqsfairy @yizhoutv @acciomylove @w3bqrl @yenart @missmadwoman @floverful @xtra-cheese @wonyofanclub @soobnny @minhyunct @hakuyeo @hobistigma @ncityy04 @hyuckslytherin @kyutiepeachy @son9oi @rikibae @oureris @chillfilms @yeonjunsleftboob @jungwonniecore @yjwfav @youreverydayzebra @liliansun @ily-cuz-i @clarakyunisageek @kuro-kuromi @enhacolor @nyfwyeonjun @mitsukifilms @yunatic0 @venusmir @luvarots @jungwoniics @tomorrowby-moatogether @mygnolia @leenthepanda @ilvaussie @sugastapes @odetoyeonjun @arikiu

descriptions!

y/n: team captain of the badminton team for jyp. partnered with heeseung when playing doubles. is dating jungwon and likes sending him strange pickup lines she finds off the internet.

sunoo: player for the jyp team. partnered with yoon when playing doubles. goes on tiktok too often during breaks.

riki: player for the jyp team. partnered with yuna when playing doubles. brought his dog to watch him play once.

heeseung: player for the jyp team. partnered with y/n when playing doubles. brings 5 bowls of cup ramyeon to tournaments. he says its for emotional support.

yoon: player for the jyp team. partnered with sunoo when playing doubles. currently feuding with jake sim from jyp due to the similarity in their names.

yeji: player for the jyp team. partnered with jeongin when playing doubles. makes your mom jokes in the midst of the match to catch her opponents off guard. it works sometimes.

yuna: player for the jyp team. partnered with riki when playing doubles. once broke her racket in half by throwing it on the ground after she lost.

jeongin: player for the jyp team. partnered with yeji when playing doubles. posts ootd’s on twitter and sometimes they go viral.

jungwonfanclub: y/n’s priv account. everything she tweets on there is either about jungwon or maeumi.

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authors note: well hello everyone. i have decided to release this smau early as a christmas present from me☝️😊 this is the jyp team ^_^

[utilitycaster]

I know this is going to sound pretentious but I do think that the concept of fandom as it exists today in part fuels a lot of the really rigid and, in my opinion, childish ways people engage with works. I'm thinking specifically of the question I got earlier this week about violence, but it's definitely not the only aspect.

Social media fandom often rewards a lack of context. This isn’t new nor exclusive to social media, to be fair; AUs, in which the entire point is to strip out context, have been popular for a long time. But social media certainly makes it easier. Twitter, by design, cannot provide much context. But even longer form places like Tumblr are usually dominated by art or gifs, which may or may not actually engage with what’s happening in the work and which can only provide a moment or so from it. It’s very easy to only relive the highlights, or even a version that never existed. (I’ve seen some wild gif edits.)

Social media can also lead to the phenomenon of people getting into a fandom, more so than getting into the work, and I do think this is a newer thing in that entering into fandom in the earlier days of the internet, or even pre-internet, required a much more significant effort. Today, though, in really extreme cases you get people who only engage with fandom and not with the original in some kind Plato’s allegory of the cave hellscape, and in doing so perpetuate fanon over canon, and because they are in the end fans of fandom, not the work, everything they touch sort of swirls into a bland universal fanon that they overlay onto whatever they see. And because that fanon is meant to cover everything it applies rules that were never meant to apply to the originals.

There’s also a sense of belonging that people like with fandom; but again, if you start with the intent to get into the fandom, you aren’t here for the work itself and that, I think, is where people start feeling betrayed by the work or angry at it for not fitting an idea in their head. There’s a great post outlining, theoretically, exactly how this would happen for The Cask of Amontillado.

That, I think, is why people get so angry at the concept of violence in a work. I mean yeah some of it is privilege/conservative upbringings that they haven’t properly interrogated/the whole other can of worms that is how social media engages with mental health and personal responsibility, but I do think a huge factor is people saw a piece of fluffy art or an incorrect quote, said “this is for me!” without looking into the context or the genre, and then are furious that this was a picture not indicative of the larger themes (or even a picture of something that never happened in the original) because this was supposed to be comfort media! It was supposed to represent them! But it’s not, and it never was.

None of this is to say that art or gifs or memes or even divergence from canon in your fan works are bad. I like those things a lot! It’s just that it’s astoundingly easy to only look at the fan works to the point of ignoring what’s actually happening, and then being blindsided by what is actually happening coming to its logical conclusion. It's deciding to watch a movie because of the blooper reel and then being mad that there's more to it than that.

This ties into something I’ve said before about people focusing on the wrong aspect of recognized problems (”I don’t like labels”, fridging, bury your gays, “Strong Female Characters”). All of those are problems when they’re a dominant trend, but, well, they require a lot of context to properly understand, both in terms of the specific work, and also in terms of the genre and the historical cultural context in which they were developed and you can't just throw those words out to mean "a thing I don't like is happening".

All of this is a long way to say that you can like what you like, but you look like an idiot when you get mad at something for being exactly what it said it would be. If you don’t want a story with violence, then you’re going to have to actually put in the work to find stories without violence instead of glomming on to whatever has some art or memes you like and then clutching your pearls when it’s more than just those memes.

[raibebe]

Love Is On Air

Genre: fluff & smut Words: 8.722 Prompt: radio host Johnny x secret admirer female reader Warnings: soft dom Johnny, oral (f receiving), safe sex, dirty talk

A/N: Finally: My entry for the February event of my lovely network @neosmutcollective​. This is totally not the fic I planned on writing. In fact this was started way later after I realized I was never going to finish my original fic on time. Not that this one is on time... Special thanks to everyone who sent our lovely DJs some music recommendations @sly-merlin​, @moonctzeny​, @lenaluvs​, @lucas-wongs​, @burtonized​ and to @ncteaxhoe​ who helped me figure out this idea. I hope you enjoy this even though it’s wayyy too late.

You hurried home to your apartment after your last class of the day that was horrifically late because of whoever had fucked up your schedule this semester. Panting heavily, you busted into your room and threw your jacket and backpack somewhere onto your couch, diving straight for your laptop that was perched on your desk. Cursing the old thing, you waited for agonizing minutes until it had booted up and your browser was open. You quickly opened the familiar page of your university’s campus radio just in time to hear the familiar voice saying: “Hi I’m John-D, welcome to NCT Night Night.” After that both hosts chuckled lowly before Jaehyun spoke: “Tonight we’ll read some of the letters you wrote us over the week again and we will try our best to help you out with whatever problems you throw our way.” “Exactly. Right after we play this song that was suggested by evangelie_99 over on our Twitter, it’s Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County and she said that she loves our show. We’re glad you like it so much, darling. This one is for you,” Johnny softly said before the soft tunes of the song filled your little one-room apartment.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, carelessly toeing your shoes off. Listening to NCT Night Night was your escape at night from the stress that classes brought you. The two DJs that were on air every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday were your favorites though. Not only did they have great chemistry but they both could be incredibly funny as well as soothe all your nerves with their calming voices – especially Johnny or John-D as he was called on their show. You might have developed a slightly embarrassing crush on the fratboy with a heart as sweet as his voice from what you knew about him from his radio shows and your shared classes. Since they had started their weekly segment where they would read out letters that students could send them, you had gathered the courage to send Johnny little messages about how you were crushing on him and it had quickly become a running gag on the show. Jaehyun would tease Johnny about it every week while Johnny kept insisting that his secret admirer should just talk to him. But how could you do that? Johnny was everything one could want in a boyfriend. Not only was he ridiculously tall and devastatingly handsome but he was also smart, always seemingly staying on top of his classes and he also went to the gym regularly if his thirst traps on his Instagram stories were anything to go by. When he wasn’t giving out advice in a gentle voice on their radio program, he was out partying with his frat brothers on the weekends more often than not complaining about headaches on their Sunday show. How could you just walk up to him and talk to him? Right. You couldn’t. So you had to resign to sending him anonymous love letters through his radio show.

“Welcome back, hi,” Johnny chuckled once the song had gently faded out and you couldn’t help but giggle along. “That was Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County,” Jaehyun tried to stay on script but you could almost hear the grin on his face because of Johnny’s antics, “If you want your song to play on today’s show, please suggest something over on our Twitter with the hashtag,” Jaehyun paused momentarily and let out a dramatic sigh before continuing, “hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin.” Jaehyun hadn’t even read the whole hashtag out loud when Johnny was already bursting out in laughter and how could you not laugh along with his melodic laughter. “I swear to god I am never letting you choose hashtags for our show ever again,” Jaehyun groaned while Johnny sounded like he was still dying in the background. “Don’t be mean to me Jaehyunie,” he whined and even though today’s episode was not viewable, you could vividly imagine how he was pouting. While the two friends were busy bickering and talking about what they had done since their last show, you pulled up your own Twitter to send a recommendation in.

“Aaaah, I see we’re already getting plenty of suggestions. Sly-merlin suggested us Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato – a great song – and added ‘I wish John-D would actually play me like a violin.” After a potent silence, Johnny broke out in laughter again. “And this is why you won’t choose any more hashtags,” Jaehyun groaned again. “Baby,” Johnny rasped into his mic and even though you weren’t wearing headphones, it sent tingles down your spine, “Just come to our frat party on Friday and I’ll see what I can do.” “Stop plugging our parties on the radio,” Jaehyun scolded the elder, the slap audible over the radio, “Also sly-merlin has to stand in line. You still have your number one admirer who has sent in a letter yet again.” “She still hasn’t come up to me,” Johnny shared, “I can only keep up my chastity for so long. I am saving myself for this girl.” You know he was joking but you were just a simple woman and even in your secluded home, you felt heat rising to your cheeks, your thumbs stopping on your keyboard where you had typed out your song recommendation. Both DJs shared a quiet laugh before Jaehyun asked: “And you really don’t know who she is?” “I really don’t man,” his friend sighed, “Like I have my suspicions because she has to be in my major if she sees me in class that often. That or she’s a stalker which I do not want to think about. But for real, hit me up. I’ll take you out for a coffee.” “Now everyone is going to come up to you and claim that they’re her.” “I’ll take that risk,” Johnny laughed, “Maybe I’ll finally meet the love of my life and settle down.” At that Jaehyun snorted loudly. “The woman that can make you settle down gets free coffee for like a month from me.” “Watch me have a wife and kids at 25 Jae, just to spite you,” his friend snorted, “But up until then, let’s play sly-merlin’s song recommendation: Sexy Dirty Love by Demi Lovato.”

While the song was playing, you finished up your own tweet and hit post before you grabbed your bag that you had carelessly thrown away before to get out your notes. You actually had to start a project for one of the classes you and Johnny actually did share. The professor had announced that he would announce the pairings for a group project tomorrow and you didn’t want to seem like an actual idiot if your group would decide to already meet up and discuss after class. So while you listened to your favorite DJs discuss the questions and worries of whoever had sent them to their email address, you worked through the notes you had taken over the last couple of weeks, trying your best to organize them to remember the key points.

“Oh John-D, I have a very special letter here,” Jaehyun said, waving the paper in front of the microphone so it would pick up the wiggling noises. “What could that be?” Johnny asked with over-exaggerated interest. “It’s from your secret admirer, John-D. So I think you should read it out.” Just like every time, they read your letter, your heart began beating faster and faster in your chest until you were sure, it would break free from your ribcage. “Okay, here I go,” Johnny announced while Jaehyun was playing the same cheesy music he always played when they were reading your letters, “Happy Thursday, John-D. The weekend is almost in reach, keep up the energy for the last day of classes! – she’s so sweet, I’m holding up alright – One of my professors will announce the pairings he made for a group project soon and I am nervous. I don’t have many friends in the course and I’m praying that I will get good group mates I can work well with.” “Oooh, I get that struggle,” Jaehyun interrupted, “I once had to work with a bunch of stoners and ended up doing all the work for a presentation that made up 30 percent of my grade. Worst experience of my life, would not recommend. But we’re wishing you all the luck.” “But you know what’s more interesting about this story?” Johnny tuned in, “Coincidentally my professor for my literature class is assigning our group projects tomorrow as well. Say, my sweet admirer, are you perhaps in the same literature class as me?” In your otherwise silent room, the panicked squeak you let out was loud even to your ears. There was no way Johnny could figure out who you were, there were probably at least 20 more girls with a crush on him in that class alone, so you were safe. “Oooh, so maybe she’s a lit major so that’s why she’s writing love letters.” “Could be but lots of people from different majors are taking that class,” Johnny argued, “Anyways, back to her letter. But I won’t let that disturb me! I will be doing my best regardless! – That’s the spirit – I’ll work through my notes as I listen to your honey voice so I can be prepared. I’m glad you don’t do viewable radios on Thursday’s or else I wouldn’t be able to get anything done, you’re just too distracting John-D,” at that Jaehyun let out a fake gag while Johnny just giggled softly, “Thank you secret admirer, I do clean up quite nicely if I do say so myself. – On last Sunday’s episode you melted my heart when you hid in your hoodie for half the show. – God that was the worst hangover I had in a looong while, I was so miserable.”

“You should have seen him at home,” Jaehyun laughed, “I had to physically drag his whole 180-something-centimeters body first into the shower, then into the car and into the station. He is the biggest crybaby when he’s hungover.” “Don’t expose me like that, Jaehyunie,” Johnny whined loudly, “I was dared to drink a bunch of tequila and my mother didn’t raise neither a quitter nor a coward.” “No, but clearly an idiot,” the younger DJ laughed his deep laugh. “Let me read my love letter in peace,” the other grumbled, “I couldn’t follow for half the show because I was so focused on watching you. Not in a creepy way of course! – Of course not,” Johnny chuckled, “I hope you finished that essay you had to work on after the show in time and still had some time to relax. – I did, don’t worry.” That you already knew when Johnny had handed in his essay in another class you two shared just before you had handed in yours and he had thrown you a little smile that had kept you going through the whole day. “Take care of yourself and keep smiling your beautiful smile, I look forward to seeing you again on Sunday or in classes. And fighting to Jae-D as well of course! – I look forward to hearing from you again, secret admirer. I bet your group project will go just fine, don’t worry too much. If anyone is mean to you, just expose them here and we’ll fight them for you.” “Love that she acknowledged me in one sentence as well,” Jaehyun grumbled, cutting off the cheesy music abruptly. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a sweet admirer who sends you cute messages,” the other teased his friend. “Yeah, yeah, shut up and put that letter in the box under your bed.” “It’s in my sock drawer, thank you very much.”

Giggling, you listened to the two friends bicker, your chest warm with a feeling you were scared to put a name on. “Anyways, I think it’s time for another music recommendation you can still send in via our lovely hashtag JohnDplaymelikeaviolin. This one is from lenaluvies and she says: Please play Hurts So Good by Astrid S thank you. No, thank you for sending something in darling. This one’s for you,” Johnny announced and you couldn’t help but laugh a little pained laugh. That song title hit a little too close to home for your liking. The rest of the radio show went by smoothly and Johnny and Jaehyun tried to help a handful of more students with their problems that couldn’t be more diverse. From a boy who had fallen in love with his best friend which had send him into an identity crisis over to a girl who was failing her classes because she claimed the professor hated her to a freshman who wanted to apply for a fraternity but was scared because of the rumors surrounding them which the DJs quickly debunked since they both were in the same fraternity. In the end they had to cut themselves short, asking their viewers to vote on a poll they would make if people wanted a whole Tuesday episode surrounding fraternities.

“So.” “So,” Johnny copied his friend. “We’re almost at the end of our time with you guys. We couldn’t get through all of your submissions but we hope our team picked a few good ones and at least some of you could get some advice.” “As always you’re free to send us your own stories to our e-mail JohnJaeNNN@NCTU.com to get some advice next Thursday from your favorite DJs: John-D.” “And Jae-D. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday on your campus radio on 127mHz. On NCT-“ “Night Night,” they said their ending together and just like every night with them, you said goodnight to your computer screen, closing the tab which draped your little apartment in silence. Sighing loudly, you looked over your notes that needed a little more work if you wanted to make a good first impression on your fellow students tomorrow. Because you couldn’t stand the silence, you opened your Spotify to play the NCT Night Night playlist Johnny and Jaehyun had made with the songs that had been recommended to them, still missing the new additions from tonight.

The next morning found you in your literature class, sitting two rows behind Johnny, staring at the back of his head while doodling on your paper rather than taking notes on whatever the professor was saying. If you were to let your eyes wander, you’d see that almost everyone in the big room was paying as much or even less attention as you were; the students in different states of excitement and anxiety over the group projects he had yet to announce. “I’m sorry professor,” Johnny’s voice suddenly cut through the room, “I’m sure you have already noticed that no one is paying attention to whatever you’re trying to teach us right now. Could you please just announce the groups for the project?” That moment you swore you would be able to hear a pin drop until your eccentric professor chuckled lowly. “I like you, Suh. I was waiting for someone to mention it,” he spoke, getting the dreaded list out of his bag, “Listen closely now, you’ll be assigned in groups of four and each group will get a specific novel to work on. Deadline will be by the end of the semester and your individual paper combined with the group presentation will make up 40% of your final grade.” That made a bunch of people, including you, gasp out loudly. A group project with this much credit to your final grade was always dreaded. “I don’t want to hear any complaints, that’s how it’s always been. Now listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself but the list will be hung on our blackboard as well.” With that being said, the professor began listing names and novels in the most monotone voice he could muster. To say you were basically vibrating off of your seat was an understatement when he got further and further down the list and neither yours nor Johnny’s name had been called yet. “And lastly, an all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.” You didn’t even register anything else after the professor had announced that the group featured both Johnny and you along with two other students you didn’t know. Your brain was reduced to static noise while everyone else was getting up around you to pick up the books that had already been stacked in a corner, probably by a poor TA. Only when a person bumped into you, you broke from your stupor to quickly pick up your stuff as well to hurry down to steps to where a crowd of students had already gathered.

Luckily Johnny towered over most of the other students and you could easily spot him and the rest of your group that were two other boys you didn’t recognize. “Hey, you’re the last one we were missing,” Johnny smiled and handed you over your copy of the book. “Y... Yeah, sorry for making you wait,” you stuttered, clutching the small book tightly in your hands. “No big deal,” Johnny played it off, “Do any of you have any more classes today?” When everyone declined, you all agreed that you should get a head start on your project as it would be hard to make a good project out of such an overused love story. While walking over to the student center to decide on a concept, conversation flowed easily between the four of you even though you were still really nervous to be around Johnny. God, you really hoped he didn’t think you were stupid or something just because you were nervous.

The little study session went by in a blur and only further confirmed that you were so whipped for Johnny it wasn’t even funny anymore. You found yourself attentively listening to all of his ideas and laughing at every of his stupid little jokes and only mildly spacing out while looking at Johnny when the others were discussing ideas which had led to one or two mildly embarrassing situations where you would lose track of what you were actually discussing, your mind blank of any input when they asked for your opinion.

Soon you found yourself parting ways with your groupmates, leaving you and Johnny alone because his frat house and your little apartment were located in the same general direction. “Anything fun you’re doing this evening?” Johnny asked, trying to make some light conversation to fill the silence. “No, I’ll just binge watch some shows maybe or listen to the campus radio,” you shrugged it off. While today’s show wasn’t your favorite, you quite liked the DJs soft and gentle voice. “You listen to the campus radio? I have a show on there,” Johnny smiled. “I like listening to you and Jaehyun,” you confessed, trying to fight the heat that was licking at your cheeks. “Oh.” “You seem surprised.” “Yeah, it kind of still seems weird that people enjoy listening to Jae and me rambling for hours on end. You know with him it just feels like I’m hanging out with my brother rather than work.” “Your voices are really soothing, you know,” you tried to explain what you were feeling when listing to them, “And your friendship is kind of adorable. Like we can feel how much you care about each other and you always genuinely try to help your listeners without making fun of them.” For a while Johnny didn’t say anything and you thought you had fucked it up, that he thought you were weird now. “Thank you,” he suddenly said. “Huh?” “It means a lot hearing that. We do lurk on Twitter to see what people think of our show but hearing it like this is something else entirely.” “It’s nothing,” you mused, playfully hitting his arm, “No need to get this soft.” “Hey,” he laughed, “I’ll have you know that I am 180 centimeters of walking softness despite what people might say about me.” Smiling softly you caught his eyes for the first time since you two had started walking and the way his honey eyes were smiling back at you momentarily took your breath away.

“I- My room is right around here, sooooo,” you stuttered. “It was nice working with you. Even though you were spacing out half the time,” Johnny teased, “Thinking about a special someone?” You. The word sat on the tip of your tongue, the low light of the afternoon sun making you bolder than you actually were and Johnny just made you feel incredibly comfortable. “No... No- I- I’m single.” “A crush then?” “Something like that,” you mumbled, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of your jacket. “Talk to him. Or her. Or them,” Johnny advised. “I really can’t,” you sighed, “He doesn’t even know I exist.” “Well you don’t need to confess your undying love for him,” he laughed, not knowing he was the boy in question, “Just you know. Casually talk to him. Get to know him.” “I’ll try?” “Is that a question?” “Yeah?” “Have more confidence in yourself,” he gently nudged you, “You’re nice and very easy to talk to.” “Nice... Wow.” “Shut up,” he laughed, “I usually give better compliments but I have yet to get to know you better.” “Would you... Would you even want that?” “Sure,” Johnny shrugged and your heart skipped a couple of beats, “I have to get going or everybody will already be drunk when I arrive. So... I’ll see you in class? And you’ll hear me on Sunday?” “Yeah sure. Don’t drink too much or you will be miserable all show like last week,” you giggled. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned, “I’m never going to drink tequila on a Saturday ever again.” “Goodbye Johnny,” you smiled, really liking how his name sounded when you said it out loud. “Bye,” he waved before going his way.

Once you were sure he was out of hearing distance, you let out a little happy squeak and jumped up and down excitedly. You did it. You had actually done it. You had talked to your crush. And managed to not make a complete fool out of yourself in front of him. Which was a win in your books. A huge win. With a little spring in your steps, you stepped by one of your favorite pizza places to treat yourself before heading home where you spend your evening daydreaming about none other than Johnny while watching reruns of old dramas.

“Hi, I’m Jae-D.” “And I am John-D. Welcome to NCT-“ “Night Night.” “John-D.” “Yes, Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s Thursday again which means it’s time to tend to our listener’s worries,” Jaehyun read off of the script, not getting distracted by his friend’s antics, “And today is a very special episode.” “Special?” Jaehyun barely repressed to roll his eyes at his friend’s over-exaggerated acting before continuing: “Yes, since tomorrow is a day off for all students, we have decided to make this episode extra lengthy and-“ he shortly stopped to flash the camera a peace sign, “Viewable despite it being Thursday.” “Do we look okay?” Johnny laughed, checking himself out in the video that was playing on one of their monitors. “Aaaaah, the comments say we look good tonight, thank you,” Jaehyun mused.

And they really did. Not that either of them had to do a whole lot to look good but today they were both wearing white button-downs with their sleeves rolled up to expose their forearms. Jaehyun had even gone so far as to put on some fake glasses. “And if you’re following us on our Twitter you also already know that this week it’s all about love on our campus radio and our show today is no exception,” Johnny read his part of the script. “Today John-D and Jae-D are Loveholics, trying our very best to help you with your problems surrounding love,” Jaehyun completed, “You can send in song recommendations through the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic just like taryn1026 did – I hope I said that right – but they recommended Paris in the Rain by Lauv to set the mood for today.”

The soft tunes of the song made you relax a little into your sofa where you had chosen to watch today’s episode of NCT Night Night. You had to say that you were kind of nervous for today’s episode. Just like every week you had written your letter to Johnny, telling him about your week and cheering him on for your group project. At this point it should have been pretty obvious just who exactly you were and judging by how Johnny was acting towards you, his flirting leaving you flustered after your study sessions and your group mates mildly annoyed, he seemed to already have put together the pieces. But yesterday while writing your letter you had felt extra bold (and maybe also extra riled up and horny from Johnny’s shameless flirting) and had written him a message that should confirm all his suspicions and would hopefully lead him straight to you and into your bed. But until the end of the show or at least until they read your letter, which you really hoped they did today as well, you had to wait sitting in your apartment, for once not in comfortable clothes but in a nice shirt and pants.

“That was Paris in the Rain by Lauv, recommended to us by taryn1026 through our Twitter with the hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Johnny’s raspy voice filled your apartment when he leaned close to the mic, “Jae-D are you ready to make some love happen?” “I already had my love juice,” Jaehyun answered, showing his pink Starbucks drink to the camera, “And my reading glasses are on.” As to prove his point, he hiked his glasses up his nose before scratching his eye through the holes in the frame, making both DJs chuckle. For the next hour Johnny and Jaehyun tried to solve several relationship dramas as well as a very tricky friends-with-benefits situation and telling a boy to break up with his cheating girlfriend which had been a rather heartbreaking discussion. “So after this,” Jaehyun sighed, “Let’s play another song recommendation. Burtonized has sent in a very fitting song, I hope you all don’t mind a little Korean: It’s God Damn by I.M – a song about heartbreak.”

While the foreign song was playing, the two DJs stretched their backs and sipped on their respective drinks: Jaehyun still on his pink sugar concoction and Johnny already on his second iced Americano. Jaehyun must have found something funny on his phone, nudging his friend to look at him but Johnny was busy typing away on his own, only acknowledging his friend after he had typed his message. Just after that, your own phone buzzed with a message, showing Johnny’s name on the screen.

From: Johnny Are you watching our show?

To: Johnny Sure, you look good today

From: Johnny Make sure to listen closely ;)

“That was God Damn by I.M suggested by burtonized over our Twitter hashtag JohnJaeLoveholic,” Jaehyun’s smooth voice tore you from your spiraling thoughts about the winking face Johnny had sent. “Sadly our show is coming to an end even with our extended airtime.” “But John-D a very important letter is still missing before we close our show. Dare I say it could be the highlight of our show,” Jaehyun joked, already playing the cheesy music he was always playing when Johnny would read your letters. “You’re right Jae-D my lovely secret admirer has sent in another letter,” Johnny mused, arranging himself so he could read the printed out letter while being as close as possible to the mic for it to pick up the rasp in his voice, “Happy Thursday John-D, I hope your week has been more exciting than mine. I have just been going from class to class without much thought, the only high points are my group meetings for the group project we have to hand in soon – That seems very familiar, baby – But since today is all about love, I’ll tell you about a little problem I have: – get your love juice ready, Jae – There is this boy in my group. And boy isn’t really the right word to describe him, he’s a man really,” at that Johnny couldn’t hold back a low chuckle, “I’m sorry, I’ll be serious – And he is flirting with me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. And it has gotten to the point where our groupmates are kind of annoyed at us. He has also walked me home a couple of times but he never so much as touched me. At this point I am so frustrated with him. Is he just playing with me? Or is his mouth bigger than his actions actually are? He has been riling me up all day today and I was ready to let him have his way with me but he only wished me goodnight and left again, leaving me to deal with what he had done all by myself – oh wow, I,” Johnny stuttered, sharing a gaze with his friend who was only barely repressing his laughter, “Wow, okay, I hope we’re in the good for reading this out and it’s late enough,” clearing his voice and raking a hand through his hair, Johnny continued, “John-D I hope this man hears what he has done to me and will deal with the consequences of his actions. Would you play Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL for me? Just in case this letter hasn’t gotten my point across? – Y... Yeah sure, darling. We’ll play that once our show is over.”

“So John-D,” Jaehyun grinned while loudly slurping on his ‘love juice’, “What would you advice your secret admirer to do about this problem?” “Well if I were her,” Johnny started, his gaze going straight to the camera where he knew you were watching and it felt like he was looking straight into your soul, “I’d wait for him. I’m pretty sure he can prove that his actions speak even louder than his words.” For a while it was quiet between the two DJs, safe for Jaehyun’s obnoxiously loud slurping noises but even if they would have been saying anything, you weren’t sure if you could have comprehended any words with how furiously your heart was beating. “Anyways,” Jaehyun eventually broke the silence once he was sure there was nothing left in his ‘love juice’, “I’m afraid that was it for tonight. This has been your extra lengthy episode of Jae-D and John-D and we will leave you with this wonderful song recommendation: Animal by Jin Yosef and RIELL. If you’ve liked today’s show, we’re here every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday night on your campus radio on 127mHz to listen to all of your worries on NCT-“ “Night Night,” Johnny joined in and they both waved into the camera as your song of choice started playing. The video stream didn’t cut off immediately, showing the boys gathering their things and if your eyes weren’t betraying you, you swore you saw Johnny tense up when the song turned a little more explicit. The two DJs waved to the camera one last time before the stream cut off, leaving the screen of your laptop dark.

That was when it dawned on you what you had done. Shit. With how Johnny had sounded, you probably had about fifteen to twenty minutes until he would be at your doorstep. Oh god. Shit. Taking a couple of deep breaths, you tried to ground yourself before hurriedly closing your laptop and cleaning everything that seemed messy in your little one-room apartment. That was until you heard a knock on your door.

With shaky hands, you slowly opened the door and while you knew who would be standing on the other side, you weren’t ready for how he was going to look like: Johnny was leaning against the doorway casually with his arms crossed over his chest so the tight button-down he was wearing would strain over the planes of his chest muscles but what really reeled you in was how dark his eyes looked when he raked them over your body. “Good evening miss,” he drawled. “Hi,” you breathed. “Tell me what you want so I’m not misinterpreting any of this,” Johnny all but growled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. “I want you to have me.” If you thought his eyes were dark before, they turned into bottomless black orbs once the words had left your lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.” “Please,” you whimpered and that seemed to break Johnny’s resolve as he pulled you close to him and all but crashed his lips into yours. The kiss wasn’t delicate in any way, shape or form with how Johnny was licking into your mouth the second a moan left your lips. His tongue was intertwining with yours messily and in no time both of you were panting into each other’s mouths. “Inside. Now,” you rasped. “All with due time,” Johnny chuckled but let you pull him into your apartment, slamming the door shut to crowd you against it, one of his strong thighs slipping between your legs like it belonged there, “If you’re a good girl and listen well, I’ll give you anything you want.” “Fuck,” you cursed before slamming your lips together again, a new neediness bleeding into the kiss as you tugged on the longer strands of hair at the back of Johnny’s neck which made him growl lowly. “Anything off-limits?” Johnny breathed into your skin as he kissed down your neck to suck a mark there while his hands were busy pulling your shirt from your pants so he could rake them over your naked skin. “Just,” you had to cut yourself off with a moan, “Don’t be mean to me.” “Never,” he promised, “You’ll be my pillow princess.” His sweet words were in stark contrast to how hard his hands were gripping your hips and how his teeth were grazing over your neck that must be littered with marks already. “Take me to bed,” you heaved breathlessly, positive your legs would give out if it wasn’t for Johnny holding you up.

Listening to your demand, he slowly started walking you backwards towards your bed until the two of you were toppling down on top of the covers, his lips never leaving your skin. Whoever had spread the rumors about Johnny being a great lover had been absolutely right, he knew just how to touch you to have you gasping for air and judging by the grin on his lips he hadn’t even started yet. “Please,” you whimpered, arching into his touch, not exactly sure what exactly you were asking for but Johnny seemed to know all the better when he freed you from your top and pants to leave you in your matching lace set while he was still fully clothed in his by now wrinkled button-up and pants. “All for me?” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right between the valley of your breasts, his big hands cupping the soft flesh to squeeze it gently. “Have me,” you gasped out and you could feel the growl he let out vibrating where you were pressed together. “I’m going to ruin you,” Johnny promised, pulling down the cups of your bra to wrap his plush lips around one of your nipples to tease the soft nub until it hardened under his ministrations, sending waves of pleasure down your spine and straight to your core where you could feel your wetness starting to seep into the fabric of your panties. “Johnny,” you mewled and arched into his every touch, his calloused fingertips setting your skin alight when he let them travel down your body to tease over your lower stomach. As if by reflex, you let your thighs fall open for him to finally touch you where you needed him the most. “Such a good girl,” he smiled, blowing cold air over your spit-slicked nipple to watch you squirm beneath him. Your remark got stuck in your throat when he finally cupped you through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric had already become. “Naughty,” he chuckled, his eyes never leaving your face as he circled your clit through the fabric, watching your eyes fluttering shut when his gaze became too intense.

“Johnny,” you sighed, forgetting all other words except for his name. “Relax, princess,” he rasped and kissed his way down your body, leaving love bites on the sensitive skin of your stomach and thighs that shook with anticipation. If you’d say you hadn’t dreamed about his lips on you like this, you would lie and you weren’t going to miss the sight of this for nothing. Fighting back the fog that had started to cloud your mind, you forced your eyes open to look down to where he had settled between your open thighs to find him staring right back at you. “Good girl,” he praised you again before pressing a kiss over your clothed sex that made your head fall back already, the anticipation of what was to come making you push up your hips which made Johnny chuckle lowly. He didn’t leave you any time to feel embarrassed by how needy you were when he hooked your panties to the side unceremoniously and licked a broad stripe up your center, tasting your arousal. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out, your hands flying down to tangle them in the long strands of his hair. Johnny worked his tongue in slow and clever strokes, leaving your mind reeling with pleasure and taking his time to take you apart piece by piece, not even paying attention to your leaking center or your aching clit. But when he did wrap his lips around your clit to gently suck on the nub, your mind almost went numb with how intense his touch was, your thighs clamping shut around him. To make it even worse, he started humming around you while prying your thighs back open, holding you down with his large hands. You felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast now that he was altering between teasing your clit with his tongue, lips and even his teeth and fucking your velvety walls with his tongue, setting your nerve endings on fire. “Johnny I’m close,” you warned him but instead of slowing down, he stretched his jaw wide to press his tongue further into you, his nose bumping into your clit in the process and with the combined sensation and his doubled effort, it took no time for your first orgasm of the night to wash over you, a scream of his name leaving your lips as you shook through it, your mind going equally as numb as your legs.

When you came back to it, Johnny had straightened up between your legs and he was grinning down at you while he was unbuttoning his shirt, his face still shiny with your arousal. “That was the first one,” he spoke darkly. “Come here,” you whined, making grabby hands for him until he took pity on you and covered your body with his before connecting your lips in a bruising kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips but that somehow just made it even hotter.

“Want you inside me,” you panted against his lips when Johnny broke the kiss in favor of raking his teeth over your racing pulse. “Yeah?” He rasped and ground his hips down into yours, making you feel him strain against the fabric of his pants. “Need it,” you moaned at the sweet friction. “Think you can take me?” He laughed as he leaned back on his hunches to pop open the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. With wide eyes you watched him push his pants down his narrow hips, leaving him in just his navy boxers that showed the sizable imprint of his hard cock, the fabric against the head dark from where he had leaked precum. Chuckling, he stroked over the outline and just the sight alone made your mouth water. “Show me,” you breathed, spreading your thighs so he could see your needy core, clenching around nothing. “Hmm,” he hummed, dragging one of his fingers that wasn’t preoccupied with teasing himself through the mess of arousal and his saliva between your legs, only barely dipping it into you to feel the muscles trying to suck him inside. “Don’t tease me,” you whined high in your throat. “But I like seeing you squirm,” Johnny grinned but took mercy on you and sunk his finger into you up to the knuckle, gently pumping it inside you. Still sensitive from how intense your last orgasm had been, you were torn between pulling away and wanting more but Johnny made the decision for you when he pulled his finger out, wiping your arousal onto your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he commanded and finally freed his cock from his briefs. “Fuck.” The curse left your lips without even noticing at the sight of his flushed cock, too heavy to properly stand up against his toned abs. The tip was tinted red and shiny with precum that Johnny generously spread down that whole length, his eyes not leaving yours as you watched him lazily jerk himself. “Like what you see?” You eagerly nodded your head. “Want it inside me.” “Yeah? Show me.”

Throwing all caution out of the window, you quickly sucked two of your fingers between your lips before guiding them to your weeping core to slip them inside you, letting out an over-exaggerated moan as you crooked them. “Oh you’re so naughty, baby,” Johnny groaned, squeezing the base of his cock tightly as he watched you fingering yourself and if you had even one coherent thought left in your head, you’d have the decency to be embarrassed because of how intensely he was staring. “It’s not enough,” you pouted, pulling your fingers free and spreading them to look at the slick covering them, “I’m so wet for you.” “Such a dirty mouth,” he groaned, quickly grabbing his pants to fish a condom from his wallet to roll over his hard length. “Please, Johnny,” you hiccupped, winding your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you. “Sssh, princess,” he soothed you, running his hands over your torso before bending down to press tender kisses to your stomach, “I’ll take care of you.” “Please kiss me.”

Dropping his elbows next to your head to support his weight, he covered your body with his and caught your lips in a kiss much too tender for your current situation, taking his time to explore your mouth until you were perfectly pliant beneath him. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered into the small space between you while he snaked a hand between your bodies to guide his cock to your core. When the head slipped in without much resistance, both of you let out twin moans of pleasure. Painstakingly slowly Johnny pushed inside you, centimeter by centimeter until his hips were flush to yours. “Breathe, princess,” he reminded you because you indeed had held your breath and had buried your nails in his biceps. “Shit, you’re big,” you cursed. “So I’ve been told,” Johnny chuckled and peppered your face and neck with little kisses while he slowly ground his hips so you could get used to him inside you.

“Move,” you demanded after a while.   “What’s the magic word baby?” He grinned. “Please, Johnny,” you whimpered, clenching down on him. “Once more.” “Don’t make me beg.” “But you sound so pretty when you do,” he chuckled, only barely moving his hips. “Johnny please,” you whined, trying your best to move on his cock on your own but the angle was just not working out. “Oh, you want to do the work?” “I want you to move,” you groaned, pawing at his chest.

“But I think you’d look so pretty riding my cock,” Johnny rasped and in one fluid movement, he had sat up and pulled you onto his lap. Shit, it felt like he was even deeper now. “Come on, princess.” Whining, you wound your arms around his shoulders and pulled your legs beneath you so you could lift your hips up to make his cock smoothly slide out, the friction just right before you slowly dropped back down again, earning you an appreciative groan from Johnny. “That’s right, baby,” he praised you as you slowly found a comfortable pace, swiveling your hips until the angle was just right. Tightening the grip you had on his shoulders to use it as leverage, you began riding him in earnest, impaling yourself on his cock over and over again until your head was spinning and your thighs started to burn. “Come on, doll,” Johnny grinned, catching one of your nipples between his lips. Whining, you rolled your hips faster until your thighs began shaking. “Need help?” He just grinned, his big hands holding onto your hips to help you move up and down his cock at a steadier pace. “Please Johnny,” you hiccupped, hiding your face in his neck to ground yourself, “Please fuck me.” “Am I not doing just that?” He chuckled, filthily grinding his cock inside you. “Do it right,” you panted into his skin, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice, it was almost comical how quickly you obeyed his command and arched your back for him. “Hmm, that’s it,” he praised you, tracing the curve of your spine with his hands until he reached the space between your shoulder blades where he gently pushed down to make you arch even further. “So good and pliant for me, just waiting to be filled.” “Please,” you just whined again, past the point of caring about how pathetic you sounded, begging for his cock. “Say it baby,” he demanded, slapping his cock against your wet folds. “Please fuck me Johnny. Please. I want your cock inside me so badly. Want you to fuck me until I can’t even remember my own name anymore. Please I need it. I-“ your frantic rambling got cut off by the surprised moan leaving your lips as he thrust into you without any warning. “Don’t hold back baby,” Johnny rasped before gripping your hips tightly to finally fuck you in earnest, the sound of skin slapping together loud in the otherwise silent room. “God, your ass looks amazing,” he moaned, burying himself in your tight heat over and over again, mesmerized by how his cock was glistening in the low light and how easily your body opened up for him, “You’re basically made to take my cock.” You could only mewl at his dirty words and fist the sheets tightly in your hands as you tried to meet his thrusts as best as you could while you felt like you got your soul fucked right out of you.

“Feels so good,” you slurred when you felt the familiar knot in your stomach ready to snap, clenching around Johnny’s cock. “God baby, if you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum,” Johnny cursed, grabbing you by the neck to pull you up against his chest, the pace of his hips only getting faster. “Please Johnny. Want it inside,” you whined, letting him use your body how he wanted to relish in the low moans he let out. “You want me to fill you up baby?” “Want it so bad, Johnny,” you mewled. “Then cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll give you anything you want.” And oh god. You had never thought that the strained sound of a couple of words could be enough to actually trip you over the edge but the rasp in Johnny’s voice had you falling apart in his arms, your orgasm ripping through you so hard it had your thighs shaking. “Such a good girl,” Johnny praised you before he let out a low guttural moan and fucked into you once – then twice – before his hips came to a halt, emptying his cum inside the condom.

For a while you two just panted loudly before Johnny gently laid you back down onto the mattress, chuckling lowly when you whined at the loss of his cock. “Shit,” you giggled while he quickly got rid of the condom, throwing it in the general direction of your trashcan. So tender you could have missed it, Johnny pressed a row of kisses down your spine until he reached the swell of your ass. “Cuddle me,” you pouted, making grabby hands at him. “We’re sweaty, princess,” he laughed but gave in when you kept pouting. “I don’t care,” you whined, fitting your head beneath his, wrapping your arms and legs around his body to cling to him like a koala. “You’re cute,” he smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For how long did you know?” “Know what?” Johnny asked, clearly confused. “That I was your secret admirer.” “I didn’t.” “It was so obvious,” you groaned. “Okay maybe I got a hunch after we started that group project. But you never said anything.” “What was I supposed to say? Oh Johnny, by the way, I’m the one who has been writing you cringey love letters for like half a year already. Please go out with me?” That made Johnny laugh, the sound melodic in the quiet of your room. “I would have said yes, you know?” He spoke lowly, “I’ll miss your letters.” “What makes you think I will stop writing them?” “Because you can tell me all that stuff in person now when we go on dates.” “We’ll go on dates?” “That’s what people do when they like each other, princess,” Johnny chuckled, “And I really like you. Both as my secret admirer and my classmate.” “Oh my god stop,” you whined, hiding your hot face in his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden while Johnny was just laughing.

“I like you too,” you eventually mumbled once it had gotten quiet again. “I figured,” he teased you. “I changed my mind,” you immediately shot back, rising from where you were cuddled into his chest but every other protest died on your tongue when you saw his dreamy expression, his honey eyes finding yours and completely ignoring the fact that you were still very much naked. “Date me,” he said. “Okay,” you answered, easily meeting his lips in a sweet kiss that wouldn’t be the last one you two shared tonight.

“Hello and welcome back, that was Middle Of The Night by Monsta X, suggested to us by raibebe through our Twitter with the hashtag JonJaeLoveTalk. We’re your DJ’s John-D.” “And Jae-D on NCT Night Night. Hello again to all of our listeners. John-D.” “Yes Jae-D,” Johnny chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Something is off today. I looked through our mail and there was no letter from your secret admirer.” “Oh really,” he feigned surprise. “Either they didn’t send anything in or our director got sick of the pining.” “I can calm you right back down Jae-D,” Johnny smiled, “Because she simply doesn’t need to send any more letters. I finally found her.” “No way. For real? And you didn’t tell me? I have to find out through our radio show? Friendship is dead,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jae-D you know you’ll always be the number one in my heart, you know that.” At that Jaehyun let out fake gagging noises that made both friends chuckle.

“No but for real. I finally found her and asked her out. It’s going great so yeah,” Johnny shrugged, “In case you’re listening baby: I’m dropping by later and bring sushi.” “This is so domestic already,” Jaehyun sighed dramatically, “Where is my secret admirer?” “Maybe you could find love as well if you stopped acting like the textbook example of a frat boy.” “What is that even supposed to mean?”

Smiling, you leaned back on your sofa and listened to your boyfriend bickering with his best friend. Boyfriend. That sounded good even though it still felt unreal. Love Letters weren’t dead after all it seemed.

[gnbrkrs]

On artificial beings, nihilism and the world: why I think the story of Meteion and Hermes is not a "science gone wrong" story.

This isn't a post have planned to write or even turn out to be this long, but a sudden thought process turned it into what it is now, so I thought I'd post it here instead because I felt it was too long for Twitter. I saw @autumnslance post on the importance of the other Amaurotines peer-reviewing Meteion which lead me to think about how much her and Hermes's story looks like a way too common "advanced creation gone wrong" type story that is way too common in the science fiction genre as a cautionary tale against learning about the things man was not meant to know (a point I personally also find arguable, but that is a topic for a different post). We have Hermes as a scientist desperate to know a world-changing revelation, and Meteion as his means of achieving it. Much like in such stories, the creation goes wrong and causes a massive catastrophe the heroes have to stand against. And yet despite looking so much like those tales, it somehow manages to be something else entirely.

Although on the surface, their characters look like pretty common science fiction archetypes, a lot of deeper meanings, philosophical even, are present in their characters that makes the stand very apart from those once one thinks about it, to the point that those archetypes start to look like shallow images. Just like a lot of other things in Endwalker, their arcs touch the questions such as life, it's meaning, death and despair, which in their case are the central themes surrounding them. And where a lot of other authors would have questioned either the need for further scientific advancement or the limits of science, Natsuko Ishikawa instead chooses to ask questions related to these themes, turning the whole story into a conflict of views and ideologies, as opposed to a conflict between man and science with it's products.

Despite her differences from Aether-based beings (which cause questions from both several characters and the player as they learn more about dynamis later on, especially during the Ultima Thule section of the story and some post-game content), Meteion is shown to have human-like understanding and independent thought (which could also be said about the memories we interact with at Ultima Thule), with both her and Hermes initially being shown as empathetic (with her literally being able to sense feelings) but doubtful beings hoping to find meaning to life and the universe, believing that there is a way out there to dispel their doubt. Both of them, coming from the peaceful civilization that Amaurot was, saw the stars beyond as a much softer universe than it turned out to be, and despite what they said, were not prepared to hear it. Just like many people for all sorts of reasons, they found something they couldn't bear it without it shaking their entire worldviews and turning them into something different (temporary, in Hermes's case, because he decides to erase his memory, only to have it resurface in the afterlife and later incarnations, adding to his tragedy). And though the circumstances surrounding their experiences are very fantastical, the way their pain shapes them into embodiments of despair and destruction is all too relatable and realistic. After all, many would break if after a life of peace and prosperity, all of a sudden they started seeing only death and suffering without a cause, an idea that is further echoed by the stories of the Ancients that chose to summon Zodiark.

Both of those characters end up representing the nihilistic philosophy that comes from those that do not see any redeemable qualities to the world, or that they are negligible, that, when confronted with life's unfairness, decided that living is nothing but a punishment, with death being the release. A view I have seen all too often both in real life and in some of the older works of my homeland's literature, one that is considered "mature" by some. And Which leads me to believe that the tragedy of Meteion and Hermes (who is also complicit because he didn't even try to stop her) is not one of her being an artificial being. If anything, I find her being an entelechy more humanizing than anything, with empathy, a quality universally regarded as a virtue, becoming their undoing, along with their subsequent failure to understand certain things. What I believe is the real tragedy of Meteion and Hermes in this case is the fact that they lived in the light for all their lives and could not handle the darkness as a result. After all, the idea that all things are doomed to die is not presented as a great truth man was not meant to know. The Scions and many others know it and are able to live with it. Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus and Venat were able to deal with it. Etheirys in it's entirety is able to live with it, despite not even knowing the full story. Even the shades of the Ea, who feared the end of the universe so much, eventually are able to come to terms with it. No, the conflict that lies in here are things unique to Hermes and Meteion as individuals, qualities unique to them that couldn't have been solved with outside influence.

What would have happened in the case if the rest of the Convocation peer-reviewed Meteion before Hermes sending her anywhere... I am not certain. The way their society focused on research, improvement and knowledge and had no qualms about creating life (or taking it, which is what prompts Hermes to go down the philosophical path he eventually goes down), I am inclined to believe that they would have eventually ended up approving her, all of her capabilities would have likely been deemed beneficial to both the Ancients (who knew nothing of what was beyond Etheirys and could learn more, or could use her to communicate with other life forms on the planet itself) and to the hypothetical people on the other stars (who could benefit from the wisdom of the Ancients in the event they were less technologically/ magically advanced), with the whole thing eventually proceeding the same way as it did in canon, with unexpected results following her return (since more people likely would have known, there is no telling that there wouldn't be more who reacted the same way Hermes did). In the event that they hadn't approved and chose to revert her instead, however, I don't believe his questions about the universe would have ceased to be. He may have refused the Convocation's offer and grown incredibly resentful of it (which could have fueled his doubts even further), but one cannot kill curiosity, even if said curiosity ends up killing the cat.... Multiple times. Whether through remaking her or by some other means he would have kept searching until he found it (since Ancients could theoretically live forever and often seemed to die by their own choice), only to be faced with the horrifying conclusion he could not bear with and it's aftermath.

Hermes is not the mad scientist doing things for the sake of it despite how he seems to be at first, if anything, just like many people in-universe and out of it, he asks the same question and tries to find his own meaning to it. Just as Meteion is not a monster born of one's hubris. Instead, their tragedy lies in their inability to initially understand that the pursuit for meaning on it's own is meaningless, and one may live just for the sake of living. Perhaps a somewhat selfish thought by the standards of some, but one that has given so many the power to carry on, because despite all the suffering many still want to live for the beauties of the world. This is the view a certain Meteion (since there are many of them, and the story doesn't specify which one we are talking to most of the time) faces with Emet's final act, one that causes her to separate from the rest of the Endsinger. The answer both she and Hermes sought was not in the lack of pain, but in living with it. So through the conflict of ideas of Meteion and Hermes with those of many other characters, Endwalker's messages oppose cynicism and nihilism themself. And while such a conflict may be many things, the one defining thing about it is it's humanity. Which is the reason why I do not consider the arcs of Hermes and Meteion a "science gone wrong" story. In the end, the villains are just as much people as everyone else.

[kurohoely]

forgotten (kuroo x y/n)

a/n: OH MY GOD this took me forever TwT didnt know summer class was fkin intense i hate it so much and obv i got a writer's block too but i am NOW FINISHED \(￣︶￣*\)) likes and reblogs are appreciated! <3 enjoy bubs!

tw self-destructing mc, body issues, cyberbullying, implied cheating (but no I wont do my baby kuroo dirty >:( )

genre angst to fluff, college!kuroo

cw 2.4k

“I got you, you got me, I will love you till kingdom come”

Fiddling your chubby thumbs across your phone’s screen, hesitating to either skip or let the song play. The circular pointer skid lovingly across the playbar. Let it play, you thought to yourself. You pressed the stop button on the bus since it's already close to your stop, grabbing your grocery bag on the floor while carefully balancing the cake box on your other hand. You peeked through the transparent hole on top of the cake box, nine delicious cupcakes and pastries, a treat from you to you. It has been a rough week for the both of you but it feels like he hasn’t realized the situation one bit.

Three weeks. That was how long the both of you haven’t had a proper conversation, heck, even dinner together was excruciatingly energy consuming. Both of you came home at different times and no energy was there to spare for each other. You did try to initiate a lot of things, having his favorite takeouts, offering to massage him, taking a day off for him, all nothing but wasted. Nothing worked. Instead of dwelling into these things, you decided to go out and here we are now, at this point and time.

Reserving the cake was tough since the pastry shop is pretty popular. Thank God you reserved them on a whim last week so you can pick them up on the last day of your assignment. Of course, you bought extras. You wanted them for Kuroo, not that he was fond of sweets in the first place but why not have this one little push? Maybe it would work? You walked through the shops on your apartment’s block, glass windows in their pristine condition, reflecting everything that goes in front of them. Checking out your outfit, nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal into-the-summer outfit. With heavy steps, you unlocked the doors and made yourself into your shared apartment.

What are the odds, your boyfriend is here. No ‘welcome home’, no ‘where were you’, no ‘looking tasty in that outfit bub!’ None of that. Your return was like an expected occurrence, nothing to be celebrated anymore. Being the significant other of an ex-athlete was not a smooth silky fantasy. You had a fair share of fame with Kuroo but with a cost. You know you have no power to control what people say and sure it doesn’t affect your relationship but it still hurts nonetheless.

“What’s up with the outfit?” Kuroo’s words that broke the silence between you guys as you placed the box on the kitchen counter. Unpleasant was still a merciful word to describe the tug in your heart. You slowly turned your whole body facing him. You couldn’t make out what his expression was, genuine or sarcastic, and you’re not planning to stick around to find out, leaving him unanswered. You sat in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at what part would let Kuroo comment one out. You pinched your thighs and arms, thinking maybe it was these. I mean, to be honest, the outfit was actually cute and pretty normal for a warm season.

You sat down on the bed, reflecting on what had happened for the past three weeks. All the occasions where people said Kuroo was better off without you, to Kuroo liking random girls’ posts on his private Twitter and much more, too many to count. What would be the last straw for you to finally end this misery? Wiping the almost dropping tears, you picked yourself up, changed to your pjs and called in for the night. It was only 7:30 while Kuroo? Still outside, scrolling through more accounts before deciding it was late enough.

People say opposite attracts but you need to have some common ground to make it work, or else compatibility is out of the equation. You were just, well, normal. Nothing outstanding to earn you the fame spotlight but you can say for sure your relationships with other people are good and genuine. Your circle is filled with positive and supportive people, who can be your shoulder to lean on but still provide you the space to grow beautifully. Kuroo has many friends, a direct cause of him being a school athlete. His network is obviously wider than yours and since Nekoma went to the nationals in his final year, people start recognizing him -- both as a talented athlete and his looks. That alone earned him a few thousands followers on his socials. Every action has a direct consequence, a well formed theory by Albert Einstein. Although that applies to Physics specifically, probably Einstein knows it also applies to real life. With fame comes unwanted attention, breaching privacy and crossing boundaries. As you were scrolling through Kuroo’s Instagram account, you went through his tagged posts and you saw a video of a girl latching her arms to Kuroo and the video stopped right after Kuroo turned his head towards the camera. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You played that video endlessly, trying to catch the glimpse of Kuroo’s reaction, seeking if there was a bit of annoyance towards her action but the video was too fast and was shaking too much for you to figure anything out. With no energy left to spare, you went to sleep in your bed, the only place you felt home.

Another week has passed, making it a whole month that your relationship with Kuroo is stagnant, or how you see it, becoming worse with each passing day. You thought this would be the week for you to mend things back to normal, since it's your birthday today. After class ended, you went back and started getting ready for a date night out with Kuroo. You wore your best sundress and it was Kuroo’s favorite, your hair was shining, and your makeup was on point. And now, the waiting game starts. It was only 5:00p.m. and you know Kuroo’s class ends at 4:30p.m. so you gave him time for traffic and stuff. The clock ticks, from 5 to 7, you wait more, giving him a chance to reply to your text about his whereabouts. Tick tock, and now it is 10:47p.m. and no signs of Kuroo. You played your favourite Youtube channel, filling up the silence of your apartment when the front door clicked and swung open, emerging a giggly Kuroo. “I’m home.” He walks to the faint sound from your laptop, seeing you dolled up for something.

“Hey, you look nice. Did I miss anything?”

“I texted you a few hours and I’m not sure if you forgot how to read or what but I don’t think I also needed to remind you it is my birthday today.”

Kuroo turned around, even a second was a slower time frame. He looked at you in disbelief, disappointed painted across his face and you were unsure if it was towards himself or you. You cannot stand the silence that Kuroo was giving, you walked towards the door, grabbed your keys and went out. You know it is a pretty dick move to walk out on Kuroo but given what has happened throughout the course of a month, you’re not sure what emotions to face him. Anger? Sadness? Disappointment?

Kuroo was dumbfounded. He stood there, still digesting the instant you flung the door open. He can’t even begin to track his mistake and that’s when it hit him. It was untrackable because that was how long he left this situation for. He slumped down, pulled out his phone from his bag and, finally, reading all your texts. He looked through your stories, seeing you reposted all your birthday wishes. As if there was a movie reel inside his mind, he remembered the cupcake that you left untouched after his comment about your outfit, the way you strictly stayed on your side of your bed, no more surprise cuddles when he was making coffee in the morning. Hell, when was the last time you even let him touch you, yet let him even get close to you? He knows he needs to fix this asap before it's too late. He called you but was only greeted with your ringtone on the coffee table. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I fucked up real bad.

You were out and gone, as fast and as far your legs can take you. Your tears were running down with you, finding some bit of happiness that you can muster along with your exasperating breaths. Looking around, it was a park but eyes were too blurry to make sense of where it was. You find the nearest bench and sat down. You didn't bring anything with you, the response overwhelmed you to let you think straight. You tried to calm yourself down by just letting everything out, hoping once it empties out, you can rethink this situation. It has been a while and you decided to just man up and go back home. Maybe sleep over at a friend’s place? Not sure yet but you’ll figure it out once you get there.

Luckily the door was unlocked but you were greeted with utter silence, dim, and it was cold - which you knew it was not from chilling weather outside. It was 3:19AM. You saw your phone on the kitchen counter, surely it was moved, Kuroo’s bag was left on the floor with the zip opened, and only one light was dimly lighting up the place. A disheveled Kuroo walked out of the bedroom, “Y/N!” and came running towards you. Eyes getting puffier, he hugged you, tighter each passing sob escaped his lips. He knows he messed up, and somehow you felt happy and relieved seeing him miserable, enough to know where you are in his life. You didn’t return his gesture, your heart was too hurt to give any sort of comfort to him. You stand there mindlessly and what else can you do besides cry together with him?

“Where were you? Why didn’t you take your phone with you? I’ve been worried sick! I didn’t know if you were safe or not. I know I messed up. I know I fucked up but we could’ve talked things out but you chose to leave. Why, y/n. Why? I’m sorry for forgetting about your birthday. I am so sorry but you could’ve stayed and get mad at me or punch me or something. What if that was the last time I saw you? I couldn’t live myself with that thought”

Kuroo shook your body as he spoke each word, looking directly into your eyes, finding the last bit of warmth that you left for him. His voice cracked each time but stopped after you utter your response.

“Kuroo, do you even love me anymore?” He shivers at the loss of his nickname and slowly steadying his breath. He moved his hands from your shoulder to grab your wrist. “Hey, what do you mean bub?” He squeezed your hands tighter, as if that was his cue of not continuing whatever your train of thoughts were.

“I don’t feel us working out anymore. I.. ”. Kuroo cuts you instantly. His hands quickly lost their grip, only to move, cupping your face. “No, no, no, no y/n don’t you dare say another word after that. We’re gonna make it work whether you like it or not so please tell me bub, please talk to me. Please let me work this out”

His thumbs softly grazing your cheeks, wiping the leftover tears. You hiccuped, trying your best to form words. “I’m tired, Tetsu. I'm tired of constantly telling myself that I deserve to be loved. To feel beautiful. To say that yes I am worth it to be important to someone. But it's hard, Testu. It is SO hard to keep on telling yourself when you yourself don't believe it. And when I look at you everytime, I just think that you deserve someone much better, more than me. Someone that could proudly flaunt to people that yeah I’m with them. I don’t know anymore, Tetsu” You lay your head on his chest, gripping his shirt for support. He relaxed when his nickname was uttered. He was silent but you know he was listening. Slowly, he brought you to the couch. You started to spill each and everything that was bothering you. From the video, comments, his comment about your outfit, the way he has been acting, and what all of it shaped how you see yourself right now.

He grabbed your wrist, a cue for you to look at him. As you met his eyes, you saw those gentle eyes that you longed for. The warmth and love that you were seeking all this time. Kuroo wiped your almost-formed tears before talking with such gentleness and genuinity. “You know bub, surrounded by a lot of people doesn’t necessarily equate you to being happy. They are great companies, don’t get me wrong but they were never to be emotionally ready when I needed it but you did. You were there when I needed someone the most. It was the love that I’ve been looking for my whole life. You can never know who you would be falling for so why hold onto certain reasons if those reasons will soon fade away anyway? Body change over time, money will be used up one day, standards change over time but being good is always constant. Love is always constant. Love doesn't need a reason because if you have one, then you would be hung up onto that reason itself. Once that reason is gone, what's there to love?” He looked down on your hand, ghosting over your knuckles. “ I’m sorry I didn’t show you enough love to overcome those insecurities when I am the one supposed to make you the most loved, most wanted and safest with me. I know sorry isn’t enough to mend things over but know this - my eyes, heart, and soul are for you. I am yours and yours are mine”. He kissed your hands, cheeks, and lastly your forehead. Kuroo knows that is the spot you feel loved because you told him on your second year anniversary date.

Both of you forgave each other and promised to work things out together. You promised to confront things that are bothering you and Kuroo to keep his boundaries clearer. You both cuddled through the night, catching up with each other before slowly drifting to sleep in each others’ arms. You know things would be a bit awkward but this relationship will pull through. You know it will because you know Kuroo will too.

[shunsuiken]

CUDDLE CLOSER.

pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader

genre. fluff + highschool!au + gojo is clingy (and we love that)

synopsis. satoru’s inheritance of the six eyes has given him a name within the jujutsu world. but this world does not know of the consequences that come along with it. or, satoru experiences the overstimulation of his six eyes jujutsu firsthand and you are a jujutsu sorcerer who manipulates temperature.

wc. 0.7k

an. i just think . this hc is neat. was inspired by a fanart on twitter ! also thanks to the ppl (@oikadori i remember seeing ur user on the post thank u bestie muah) that helped me w discussing the idea of a sorcerer who can control temperatures !! i can’t rmbr all the blog usernames but u all are very appreciated <33

“satoru?” you called out, knocking on his door softly. “is everything alright? yaga’s looking for you.”

“y/n, is that you?” you heard his voice and you could immediately tell that something was wrong.

his voice was muffled, like he was face-flat on his pillow. thankfully you could still make out what he said. “you sound sick, have you not recovered from your cold?”

“c- come in first,” you heard him say, then you pushed down on the handle to enter his room.

it was dark. not a single light was on. not even the silly night lamp he bought for himself as a joke (to make you laugh about it because he loved how you laughed) was lit on. you could only see gojo’s legs lying on the bed from the light that shone in from the afternoon sun.

you closed the door behind you with a ‘click’. with the sound of your footsteps, gojo’s head turned to the entrance of his room. “y/n?”

if it weren’t for how his hands were keeping an iron grip on the pillow to his face, he would look awfully cute. well—he still looked cute, his white hair was pointing in all corners of the universe but with the atmosphere in the room… you had a feeling that gojo wasn’t just sick because of a cold.

your brows furrowed in concern and curiosity. you sat next to his body that was lying on his stomach, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “satoru, what’s wrong?”

“my e- eyes, they hurt,” he was able to say through gritted teeth.

his eyes… hurted? what was that supposed to mean?

your hand on his shoulder moved, caressing him. “when did it start hurting?”

“i dunno,” gojo huffed in annoyance—not at you but at the stifling pain in his eye sockets. from what you’ve witnessed so far, his way of alleviating some of the pain was stuffing his entire face into his pillow. “it hurts.”

“what can i do for you? since i’m here,” you asked.

gojo lifted his head, eyelids carefully opening to reveal his electric azure eyes.

“woah,” you blinked. it took you a moment to realise that his eyes were an extra shade of blue today. it seemed like his eyes were experiencing a snowstorm, chaotic spears of sapphire just whizzing around his dark, black pupil.

you decided to move spots while figuring out what you could do. so you laid down on the bed too, inviting the giant man-baby into your arms so he could feel the coolness of your skin. he hummed, face finding a home in the space between your neck and shoulder blade.

you felt it just then. the heat radiating off his eye area; it was feverish. you’re not entirely sure how that was possible. but maybe that was why gojo’s eyes were shut tight.

all things aside though, you were a sorcerer. and you were a sorcerer who could use their cursed energy to manipulate temperature.

on the battlefield you had your cursed tool to aid you in manipulating temperatures for larger areas. but for a situation like right now, your cursed tool wasn’t needed.

your hand made its way to gojo’s eye area, with cursed energy flowing through your hand you planted your cool palm onto his eyes.

gojo sank into your form like a baby. his shoulders untensed, and there was also a relieved sigh. your work may be temporary but it was much better than nothing—much better than stuffing a whole pillow to the face at least.

your boyfriend made himself comfortable, motioning you to lean on the bed frame while he laid his head on your lap so your hand wouldn’t be in an awkward angle. “you comfy?”

“i should be asking you that,” you chuckled lightly, your free hand running through his messy locks of hair.

“well if you wanna know,” gojo teased, “i am very comfortable.”

your heart eased with his words. you understood the pressure on his shoulders, and you understood why he had to lie to yaga about having a ‘cold.’ if word got out that one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers was in a weak state it would’ve caused an outburst in the number of curses.

but for now, you both rested in the comfortable silence. you listened to his breathing patterns, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary while your cursed energy prevented the overstimulation in his eyes from raising in temperature.

[isabeljkim]

Short Story Submissions Guide for Idiots

The short fiction submissions game is confusing as hell when you first get into it…or at least, it was super confusing to me circa 2.5 years ago. I realized pretty quickly that the question wasn’t even “How do I get published?” but “Where do you go to get published?” and “How does anyone get published when the acceptance % rates are so low?” and “Where is everyone getting their information about how to do this?”

The answer is through googling. And twitter. And asking established writer friends. And guides that writers put together, like this one. There are others out there, and they’re probably better - do some searching, find out what works for you. But maybe this is a good starting point.

That’s a lot of opening to say this post is a fairly broad, hopefully comprehensive, slightly messy overview to “How to submit short stories (idiot edition),” which is hopefully helpful for people who want to break into the pro sff short story market. Skip to the end if you want tips, read from the beginning if you want a process guide.

This is not for: anyone who knows what they’re doing. This is for idiots only, guys . This is also not for people who want to submit to exclusively literary magazines, this is for genre [science fiction, fantasy, horror, speculative fiction broadly] only. Literary fiction submissions (and poetry, of any genre) aren’t something I’m well versed in.

My credentials: I girlbossed hard enough at submissions to get some pro sales (Check out my website for my three published things at Clarkesworld, Khoreo, and Sub-Q, gotta self plug, my other stuff is coming out hopefully soon at Lightspeed, Fantasy, Cast of Wonders, BCS, not to humblebrag). I started submitting seriously and actually selling stuff about in 2019ish, so I’m fairly new to the game so my process is very up to date. Also I’m a lawyer. That is irrelevant to today’s conversation but it’s new and exciting information for me and I’m very proud of myself so you get to know about that.

Disclaimers: This guide just has my submission process, and there are probably more efficient ones out there (and if you have suggestions dm me on twitter about it!). The style of this guide is going to be colloquial as fuck because if you want my good words you have to pay my billable hours (did I mention the lawyer thing). I can’t say that this is “wow! one true method for getting published!” because at the end of the day getting published is really only about the strength of your story and how much it resonates with a particular editor and market and whether Mercury is in retrograde.

But! There’s still a bunch of practical technical shit that’s helpful to know. So here’s the comprehensive, quick and dirty overview from the top:

1. Write a story

In some ways this first step is the hardest part, but not the focus of our exercise today. Good luck have fun don’t die write that funky music. Also edit that funky music. Pro tip: a “short story” is generally considered somewhere between 1k and 6k words, with anything lower than 1k generally being considered “flash fiction” and anything in the 10k and above being a novelette, novella, etc. Different markets will have different word limit restrictions - some only accept flash, some only accept short stories, some accept all of the above AND novellettes, etc. If you want to tailor your submission to a market, skip ahead to steps 3 and 6 and check out the guidelines before writing. My advice is that about 3-4k is a good, marketable length, but also, fuck marketability.

2. Format the story

Now we start caring about marketability. 99% of markets will want Shunn Manuscript Format (Modern). Format your story accordingly. This is the first pass at formatting you want to do - later you’ll want to format to the specific market you’re sending it to (Some markets want anonymity, etc.)

3. Pick the markets that you’re interested in

Maybe you have markets in mind, because you read a lot of short fiction. Maybe you have no fucking idea where to start. Well if you’re in the latter camp, you might want to join the former camp, but I’ll give you the cheat codes first: the first two places you probably want to look are a) The Submission Grinder and b) Ralan. Both websites list the currently open markets, and the Submission Grinder has a lot of really great submission tracking features. Ralan looks like it’s from the 90s but it’s regularly updated. If you have five dollars to toss every month, Duotrope has similar features to the Submission Grinder and lists literary markets and interviews with some editors as well. (Disclaimer: I pay for Duotrope, but I find the Submission Grinder far better).

Now that you have a list of all the places, you’re going to want to narrow that down.

Four considerations to make:

Prestige of the market: There are multiple tiers of market. Pro markets are those paying at least the SFWA rate, (8c a word currently) and who doesn’t like to get paid more? Furthermore, pro markets generally have larger readerships, and more eyes on your thing = better. And, a lot of the pro markets have Big Fancy Award winners in their pages, and it’d be pretty fun and sexy to share a TOC with one of them, right? In my opinion, there’s no point submitting to token or semipro markets first (unless theres a really specific market you want to get published in! follow your dreams!) - aim high bitches. (NOTE: I did this and it worked out pretty alright for me, but it took me longer to get published because of that, I think). The downside to the really prestigious markets is that they receive a lot of submissions - check on submission grinder and peep those sub 1% acceptance rates. Furthermore, there’s not a ton of pro markets. Get ready for rejections, and lots of them!

Submission opening windows If a market is open for a month once a year, you might want to prioritize it over a market that is open year round. This is the sort of thing you need to check individual markets websites for. For example - Lightspeed opens like once a year. Clarkesworld is open basically all the time.

Whether your story is a good fit for a particular market This is probably the most important point. At the highest level, don’t send horror to markets that say they don’t take horror, etc. On a lower level, you should read the magazines you’re submitting to and try and get a sense of what sort of stuff they publish, and evaluate how close your story is to what they’ve got. That being said - take a reasonable amount of stock in this, but you should send everything everywhere (within reason)…this will just help you decide order of operations. Furthermore, read the magazine’s submission guidelines, because they’ll usually list their likes, dislikes, and specific considerations.

Submission turnarounds. Some places take three months to get back to you with a rejection. Some places take two days. My best advice is to check the Submission Grinder for this, because that sure is a time difference, and that’ll change your timeline substantially.

4.Order of operations

Rank your now narrowed list of markets, based on the prior considerations or any other considerations you have. This is the point at which I recommend creating a spreadsheet to keep track of markets, submission dates, and responses. My spreadsheet is called “REJECTIONQUEST 2K20” despite it being the end of 2021 and also not made in 2020.

(If anyone wants a longer entry about my submission tetris approach, I’d be happy to write a post, but this is hella long already). Note: Let’s say you get rejected from everywhere you wanted to send it to. Just expand your list - my recommendation of curtailing the list comes from the fact that you have to start somewhere, and you might as well start at the combination of prestige and likelihood of publication - but different writers have different approaches.

5. Write a cover letter.

A cover letter is usually copy and pasted into the text entry part of the online submissions portal. Keep it short and simple, no need to get fancy. Your cover letter is the least important part of your submission. A lot of places won’t even look at it before reading your submission. It should look something like below:

[Greeting],

Body paragraph that lists a) story name, genre, and word count, b) relevant life experience (If you’re writing hard science fiction about physics and you’re a physicist… probably say that); c) relevant publications (three most relevant is a good number, if you don’t have any don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt your submission - it doesn’t matter that much.)

Thank you,

Your Name Here.

6. Submit!

BUT WAIT. First read the guidelines of the market you’re sending to, AGAIN. Then modify your formatted story to fit their guidelines. Anonymize, do specific formatting, save as a .doc rather than a .docx, then go ahead and shoot your shot.  

Nearly all markets have online submissions portals now and require digital submission. There will be a fairly obvious link on the market’s “submission” page on their website. A lot of places use Moksha, or sometimes Submittable. 

Note: Make sure the market got your submission - most places will send you an automatic notification of receipt.

Note: Let’s talk about simultaneous submissions for a bit. So, a simultaneous submission is when you send a story to multiple markets at the same time. Some markets are okay with this. Most of them aren’t. (This differs from literary markets, which are pretty much mostly simsubs). Is it worth simultaneously submitting despite the guidelines? Will doing so blacklist you? I’m going to give the controversial opinion of “It’s situational.” I think if it’s your first time submitting anything, you can probably get away with it. So if you want to roll the dice, that’s a you decision. But the minute you get anything other than a form rejection, abort mission. The real risk in simulsubs is that you damage relationships with editors by being uncool about their guidelines, and for that to be a risk, you have to be on their radar. Use your best judgement. I personally find simsubs that aren’t explicitly allowed by a market to be too stressful to do.

7. Receive feedback! Rejections, acceptances, rewrites, etc.

The feedback is going to range from form rejections to acceptances. Unless you’re fantastically talented and lucky, you’re going to be getting more of the former than the latter. Rejectomancy, or the scrutinization of rejections for signs and portents of how much an editor liked it, is a whole slightly suspect art practiced by short story writers. Jokes aside, it’s a good idea to keep track of whether you’re getting mostly form rejections, higher tier form rejections, or personal rejections. 

A “form rejection” is one that is copy and pasted to the majority of the slush pile, and usually just indicates something along the lines of “nope! not for us!” politely. A “higher tier form rejection” is one that comes from a managing/associate/etc editor or editor-in-chief and indicates that the story got closer to publication or they liked it in some way, and therefore is more in line with the work that the magazine wants to publish. A “personal rejection” is a personalized rejection that details specifically what worked and what didn’t, most of the time. Each magazine has norms for how many of each they send, or what their stock phrasing is. Rejection Wiki is somewhat out of date, but has a large database of examples. 

Some magazines only give out personals to a small fraction of the slush pile, and it’s always a lovely silver lining to receive some useful feedback or learn what worked in a story. Furthermore, keeping track of rejections can track progress, and it’s cool to see over time that youe’ve gone from all forms, to mostly higher tier forms and personals. Don’t get discouraged (yeah, easier said than done, I know. I could write a whole other post on that topic.).

Other things you might receive are “hold notices” and “rewrite requests.” Many magazines send out hold notices when the story passes the first tier of slush readers and is pushed up to the editor. This indicates that your story is a tonal fit for the magazine, and also, it’s getting closer to hypothetical publication. This also indicates usually that it will take fucking forever to get back to you if it’s a rejection or an acceptance, but that’s the price you pay. A “rewrite request” is an interesting, fairly idiosyncratic response - high level, the editor wants you to rewrite a portion and resubmit it, or they’re accepting with the caveat that you need to change something. These are varied enough from market to market that I don’t have useful info for them as a whole. 

Note: A healthy way to think about submissions is as not the definite chance to be published, but the sure outcome of receiving feedback. Treat rejections with advice in them as your own personal writer’s workshop. What I learned from my early rejections was that my endings needed a lot of work and I had a tendency to trail off, and incorporating the advice into my work led to later acceptances.

Note: DO NOT respond to a rejection letter. JUST DON’T. The ONLY exception is if you get a rewrite request.

If you do receive an acceptance, CONGRATULATIONS !! I have no advice for you now because most editors have different acceptance/contract signing/payment protocols, from here on out it gets pretty idiosyncratic.

And that’s all I’ve got, drop me a line on twitter if you want me to elaborate on any of this. And...

Good luck ! 

Grab bag advice

1. Have multiple stories out at different markets. Like. A lot of stories. Have 5+ stories out on submission at once, all at different markets. Yes that’s a lot. No not all of them will probably get published. But writing more will make you a better writer, and it effectively multiplies your chances at publication. This is why having a spreadsheet is useful, because it’ll help you track what is where, and for how long. (Or you can use the Submission Grinder for this, but I personally don’t because I’m attached to my horrible gdrive spreadsheet)

Note: I don’t always follow my own advice, I usually have 3 stories or less on submission at once, because I sure do have a day job)

2. Follow markets on twitter. Why is everyone in the writing world on twitter? I have no idea. But markets will often announce upcoming submission windows, guest editors, and similar things on twitter. Following a bunch of markets on twitter is often easier than manually checking each site.

3. The odds of publication look bad on paper, but in reality, are probably better than you think they are, as long as you can write a coherent narrative. A lot of the stuff in the slush pile is…questionable quality. Best thing you can do is focus on your writing! Sorry, that’s boring advice, I know.

[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting one

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: jk is a ditzy lil nerdy sweetheart, college crushes, social distancing -_-, use of the zoom app, 1kook Builds a Healthy Relationship (Version 2.0) ratings: M (18+) wc: 3.2k

notes: well. here we are. as always i have to thank common sense (coincidentally named rumu @kigurumu​ ) for reading this over and pointing out little details <3 after much deliberation, i have decided to post our beloved zoom jk (see origin story here) in the form of short ‘drabbles’ depicting diff zoom calls with this being The Beginning™️ so please... bare with me </3 ty to all the nice ppl who have been excited for this, luv u very much 🥺

There are times in human history where words captivate their audience; times when single words or phrases wrap around the listener, melt into their bones and radiate warmth from within. But rarely does one word manage such an impact, rarely is it as revered and as cherished as the word cancelled is to most college students. 

Class is cancelled, group meetings are cancelled, the stupidly big semester final project was cancelled. You could cancel nearly anything, and in most cases, it would be beautiful. Cancelled meant more time to sleep in the morning, an afternoon free of pesky project partners, a pleasant reprieve from having to socialize with anyone. It was a glorious word with heavenly connotations that brought tears of joy to your eyes whenever you saw it appear in an email preview.

Except this one.

Spring Semester 2021: On-Campus Classes CANCELLED — Social Distance Measures as per State Regula…

Your last semester as a student in university… online? You couldn’t believe it. All these years of studying rigorously, cramming for exams, attaining a near perfect GPA— just to sit in your bedroom and stare at your computer screen for the last 15 weeks of classes? Had your friends not been there to mope with you, you’re certain a part of you would have gone on a rampage and cursed every bacteria known to mankind for doing this to you.

It was your last year, you whined in private (never in public; your friends had always considered you the mature one, the studious friend who kept everyone in order), yet here you were, setting up your desk for your last ever first day of classes with quite possibly the biggest pout on your face.

Zoom, your school had raved in an email a few weeks into the break, the desktop application that will keep us united in these trying times! As if, you huffed, giving the stupid application permission to connect to your computer’s camera and audio systems. What even was proper Zoom etiquette? Did you have to enter the meeting and greet every student cheerfully? You had always said hi to your classmates before, but something about saying it over a computer mic felt awkward.

The feeling doubled when you finally entered the meeting, only to be met with a sea of black screens save for your professor, who seemed to be clicking around his computer in a rather confused fashion. This was going to suck, you thought bitterly.

You had entered the room ten minutes earlier because, well, you always showed up to class a few minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting time. But was there any point to doing that here? Usually, the time before class was spent making small talk with said classmates, discussing the readings or the assignments, talking mindlessly about whatever came to mind. But something in your gut said it would be weird to do that now.

So you sit in silence for the next ten minutes, nervously tapping your pen against your desk as you wait for the professor to launch into whatever introductory monologue he had planned. You toy with your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed only to see a brigade of tweets from students all over the nation suffering the same fate as you. It was a trending topic.

Two minutes before the class starts, you hear the tell-tale ping of someone entering the meeting. You wave it off just like you have your other 41 classmates thus far, but then there’s the clearing of a throat, and a sweet, “good morning” filtering through your speakers. Lifting your head from the hunched over position you had assumed while glancing at your phone, you’re startled by the sudden handsome face that appears before you.

In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window.

He’s nothing short of a dreamboat, soft and doughy cheeks that catch the hue of the screen light, highlighting his cheekbones in a faint blue color. Imploring doe eyes blinking widely at the screen as he clicks around, narrating his confusion in a low mumble (mic still on, how cute). Dark hair— was it brown? black? the pixelated screen made it hard to tell —messily pushed away from his face.

And his voice, oh his voice. It matches his gentle appearance perfectly. A soft snort. “Am I the only one here?” he says, thin lips pulled to the side in a bashful grin.

The professor laughs with him. “No, but you are the only one with your camera on,” he responds.

You’re not sure if it’s the professor’s teasing jab at literally everyone else or the need to support the cutie who smiles softly at screen, but suddenly, a handful of windows come to life. Your classmates fill up the screen, dressed in an array of styles with bedrooms (and, on the rare occasion, dorm rooms) to match. You nibble at your bottom lip, finger hovering over the button that will expose your appearance to the rest of your classmates

Eventually, the wordless peer pressure, the need to be a good student, and the supportive face of Jeon Jungkook (he/him) have you inhaling sharply before dutifully clicking the camera on. Your face appears on screen, nearly lost in the now overwhelming sea of faces. You’re one of the last ones to turn your camera on, both pages of your zoom meeting participant windows filled with the contrasting images of your classmates joining from their bedrooms. The professor claps in delight, and finally dives into the mandatory first day of classes spiel.

Syllabuses, group work, asynchronous lectures. You’ve heard these words all before, have practically memorized this class’s syllabus like the back of your hand. The pros of being an overachiever. The cons are, however, that you think every question your classmates ask is stupid. Read the syllabus, you want to scream. But it’s the first day of class. You don’t even know who your assigned study group partners (as mentioned in the syllabus) are and you certainly don’t want them to dislike you so soon. They can do that after the third meeting, but not today.

You’re not entirely surprised when your attention drifts away from the professor and the endless sea of stupid questions he’s left to answer. Even when you realize you’ve stopped paying attention, you don’t bother forcing yourself to tune back in. No, instead your focus drifts across the windows of faces.

Some of your classmates are as bored as you, glaring at the screen with disinterest, or glancing off to the side probably at their phones. So you start looking at their rooms, analyzing their decorations and posters as if you’re a professional critic on some house design show.

Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in a rather plain dorm room. Plain light gray walls— or maybe it’s white —free of decoration. He’s sitting at the provided desk, just like you. The only reason you focus on that is because there’s a multitude of your classmates lazily sprawled across their beds, slumped over a couch. Hardly anyone is sitting at attention like you. Well, except for Jeon Jungkook (he/him). He’s practically exposing the entirety of his living accommodation with the way his camera is set up.

Above eye level, reaching just below his chest, with the room all laid out before you. A neat twin bed, sheets meticulously made. It almost looks like the decorative set at a furniture store with the way the comforter and variety of pillows are placed. He doesn’t seem to be in the crappy dorms you remember, which leaves you wondering where exactly he’s been assigned. You know certain sports clubs get fancier dormitories. Anyway, there’s a door off the side of the bed, a black guitar standing in the corner just behind it. You wonder what’s behind the camera, if maybe his desk is as organized as the rest of his room. Maybe his closet is his weakness, you muse, imagining poor Jeon Jungkook (he/him) with a tornado of a closet. But the thought doesn’t make that much sense, so you discard it quickly.

Anyway, his dorm room. It’s neat and orderly, makes you tilt your head curiously as he swivels from side to side before you. As for himself, he’s dressed in a plain white sweater, hoodie strings perfectly even. His hair has long since fallen over his forehead, but he’s pushed it over this time in a fluffy side part. He was adorably soft.

He’s paying attention to the professor like he genuinely treasures every word that comes off his tongue, nodding along understandingly. He’s even got a pencil in hand, leaning forward every few seconds to scribble something down hurriedly. Not like this is all on the syllabus or anything, you think.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s dispelled just as fast. He’s only trying to be a good student, you scold yourself, feeling oddly mean for wanting to make fun of this sweet boy. Especially when he raises his hand a second later and asks the first good question of the day. Something about the grading scale for group projects and how much is determined by the group members themselves. You’re not too sure, the words get a little fuzzy when he starts speaking and his pink lips pull down into an endearing pout.

A couple minutes later and your professor finally wraps up the questions, telling everyone to email him if any other questions arise throughout the semester. Just as you’re sighing in relief, he utters those dreaded words: “Ice-breakers!” he exclaims, and the whole class grimaces, much to his amusement. He says something about feeling the excitement through the screen, but then changes gears. “Since it’s a little hard to talk to your neighbor, I’m going to test out the Breakout Rooms and see how that works, okay guys?”

You frown. Breakout Rooms? What on earth was that? Like most of your classmates, this is pretty much your first rodeo with the Zoom application. He was sending you all into small groups, where? The answer presents itself a few seconds later, a message box appearing on your screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 4

Your professor is still chattering in the background when you nervously accept the invitation, his voice suddenly cut off as your computer jumps to a new loading screen. It takes a while before you’re suddenly dumped into a new room. And then you’re staring at your own face, blown up on your own screen in a rather uncomfortable way. Jeez, did you really look like this?

As soon as you get to picking at your appearance, your mirrored reflection jumps to the side, once, then twice more to fit the three new guests in your room. Silence fills your bedroom as you and your classmates all stare at each other nervously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to say. This was, after all, your first meeting.

Just as you’ve gathered all your courage to click your microphone on, the screen jumps around once more and suddenly Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in your Breakout Room. Immediately, his surprised face melts into the most reassuring grin you’ve ever seen, and he’s practically jumping forward to turn his mic on.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, smooth and low. It’s like the awkward tension melts away under the pressure of his pretty smile, your classmates responding back with polite hellos and good mornings to him. You barely get yours in before Jeon Jungkook (he/him) starts talking again. “So… how are you guys?”

His words, sweet and caring as they are, send the five of you into a rather mindless conversation. Talking about nothing really, just whatever comes to mind about the class, about the semester, about the remote learning. Then Jungkook— “just Jungkook is fine!” he tells the other four of you with that same too pure look on his face after someone refers to him by his whole name —starts talking about some movie he had seen on Netflix the other day, something his friend recommended to him. Truthfully, you have zero interest in the type of plot he is describing, and you can tell some of the other people in your group don’t either. But he’s absorbed in his storytelling, features lit up as he details every last plot point of the film like his life depends on it. There’s a wordless agreement to let him ramble on.

By the time Jungkook has finished his novella recapture of whatever movie he was talking about, a green message bubble appears at the top of your screen. It’s a message from your professor, who is telling you the small group meeting will end in a few more minutes.

“Aw, that sucks,” Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. And then, “oh! We haven’t answered our icebreaker question yet!”

Ah, yes. The reason for this small group was to get to know each other, not for Jungkook to recount an entire two hour movie for you all. “Oh, right,” you agree, probably the first words you’ve said in the past five minutes. You navigate to the chat box, where your professor had hastily dumped the question before sending you all off. “What’s one thing you miss most about being on campus?” you read aloud, glancing back at the screen.

Your group mates are all in various states of blissful comfort, the gaps of their nervousness smoothed over by Jungkook’s bubbly personality, and the hesitation they’d shown at the beginning is practically gone. Someone steps forward and says something about the campus dining hall. Jungkook laughs, loud and airy, claps his hands all cute too. Someone else says the library because it was a good place to study. There’s a lull and you jump in quickly. “I think I’ll miss the couches by the gym in the student center the most,” you confess, though you doubt anyone knows which ones you mean. They were a set of brightly colored couches tucked into a cranny behind the Starbucks just outside the campus gym, avidly avoided by the gym rats who were determined to ignore the sugary drinks and snacks.

Apparently, the hiding spot isn’t as secretive as you thought. “Oh, the ones by the Starbucks?” Jungkook exclaims, excitedly looking at his screen. You have this fluttery feeling that he’s looking at you for the first time. You nod, and he quite positively beams. “I love those!”

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there,” you say, though it’s a little stilted because you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to react to Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Though his outgoing personality cloaks you in comfort, his pretty smile has your heartbeat acting a little funny.

Jungkook’s got these huge eyes, blinking owlishly at you. “Really? So do I!” And then you both seem to have the same realization. His head tilts to the side cutely, an amused smile on his face, “I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you shoot back, a little snarkier than necessary, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice. His smile turns goofy.

“Woah,” he says in a rather dreamy tone, “isn’t that so cool? We spent so much time in the same place, but never crossed paths before,” he babbles. He’s stopped looking at his computer, leaning back in a sort of dazed manner with this sparkly look to his eyes, much to everyone’s amusement. Except yours, because frankly, it sounds a little bit like he’s describing— “fate!” he says suddenly, like it’s truly an aha! moment. He pauses, taps his finger against his chin. “Or anti-fate? I’m not sure. But it’s like— we could’ve met so many times before and we didn’t.” Doe eyes return to the screen, flickering around until they presumably land on you again. “What do you think, __?”

And he’s just so cute, makes the rigid shield around your chest soften for the slightest moment as you nod meekly. “Uhh, yeah. Fate,” you agree, and then get to hear him laugh and giggle for about three seconds before you’re suddenly thrown back into the larger Zoom meeting.

Weirdly flustered, you hurriedly click your microphone back off, and nearly contemplate the camera too. But then the professor is asking you all to share what you talked about and you’re resigning yourself to a few more minutes of screen time while the class wraps up. By the looks of it, not everyone had as an enjoyable time as you did. Part of you is thankful you didn’t get stuck in an awkward small group. The other part recognizes wholeheartedly that it’s all thanks to one smiley boy at the bottom of your screen.

“And group 4?” the professor asks, and you blink yourself back into attention. Before you can unmute yourself and answer for your group, Jungkook is beating you to it.

“We talked about a lot of things,” Jungkook answers cheerfully. From your view, you get a front row seat to the sheer power of Jungkook’s magnetic personality, watching as all your listless classmates suddenly snap back from their daydreams to zero in on whatever Jungkook is saying. He fills in the professor about what you talked about, from the movies to the couches, and you feel weirdly mushy when his eyes flicker across the screen before settling with a soft smile.

He can’t possibly be looking at me, you tell yourself. Your hand jerks forward to turn the camera off, but in your haste, end up knocking down the water bottle on your desk. You scramble to straighten it, thanking the universe for the fact you actually remembered to screw on the cap. You glance back at the screen, and nearly die when you catch sight of a giggly Jungkook, smile hidden behind an adorable sweater paw as he laughs at something on screen. Oh no, was he looking at me? you panic.

“Alright, everyone,” your professor says in that “I’m about to wrap this class up” voice. Too close to the screen, voice a little too loud. “Good meeting today, I’ll see you all again on Wednesday. Stay safe.”

“Bye!” Jungkook sings sweetly, and everyone else follows as they all bid adieu to the professor. Still a little frazzled from the possibility that Jungkook may have watched you flail around like a total loser, you take a second longer to turn your mic on. Your classmates quickly leave the meeting, leaving only a few stragglers until the very end.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is here too, brown eyes focused on the screen. You unmute yourself. “Um,” you stammer, eyes unwillingly flickering over to Jungkook who smiles at the sound of your voice. “Goodbye. Thank you,” you rush out, and then quickly leave the meeting as well.

With the meeting over, you’re left staring at the home page of the Zoom app, heart beating a little too fast to be normal. Your face feels warm, and your fingers tremble from some unfamiliar, giddy feeling in your chest. You exhale slowly, hand coming up to rub at your chin as if that will somehow explain the weird excitement from your Zoom meeting. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or nervousness, you try to convince yourself. After all, the first day of classes is always nerve-wracking.

Except when you navigate to your class page and begin to mindlessly scroll through the class roster, there’s a weird stutter to your heartbeat when you catch sight of that Jeon Jungkook (he/him) that appears halfway down the list.

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