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sstrwbrryccke · 4 months

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I SAW UR SUGAR BABY!SOOBIN FIC AND IT'S SO FUCKING HELLO ?!? could u possibly write something similar for hoon :00 (n could it be male reader :00)

HIIII thank you im glad you enjoyed it ahhsagds !!! and i have so many thoughts for sunghoon <3 i think he would be a bit more smug compared to soobin, not as obedient but playful and cute in his own way!

the ending is a little rushed because i wrote this on the airplane to shanghai 💀😭 (also not proofread so its probably really bad)

— sponsor | sub park sunghoon

tags: aspiring skater!sugarbaby!sunghoon x rich!reader, amab reader, power dynamics, praise kink, unconventional settings to have sex, soft sex, shower sex, frottage, thigh fucking, body worship

you were old money, the kind that people call 'disgustingly rich'. the type of rich family that throw galas instead of family gatherings, and that's where you met him in the first place. it was one of your many cousins' birthday, excessively wealthy and extravagant, a golden gilded hall decorated with a specially laid ice skating rink for performers. you heard your cousin had been an avid ice skating fan and wanted a live performance for his birthday.

the night had been smooth, dull as you would expect out of a bunch of old-money conservatives whose idea of humour is joking about tax evasion. but you notice just by the off-chance, a lean man clad in all black, bumping into a column, a word slips from his mouth; which you can only guess was a swear word. it was strange, he was clearly out of place. but this wasn't some wattpad story about you sweeping a mysterious man off his feet, so you shrugged and continued sipping on your champagne glass.

you only really notice him during the performance, the mass was seated in the grand hall, lights dimming as the spotlight shone; and it was seriously strange. because he wasn't even the main lead, in fact, he was one of the many backup dancers. yet you just couldn't take your eyes off him. there was something so enchanting about his elegance, you could feel his genuine dedication and passion from where he skated. when the show finished, you find yourself clapping, eyes still mesmerized as the boy leaves for the backstage.

a crowd gathers around the main leads, interested sponsorships and words of praise exchanged. while your eyes drift to the man walking off, taking a scone from the buffet stands before disappearing into the balcony. naturally, you follow after him— which in hindsight was slightly creepy because you've been practically eyeing him down. but you really wanted to spark up a conversation with this pretty boy.

when you reach the balcony, you find the backside of the man leaning on the railing. you lean next to him and he was visibly startled— so much so he dropped the scone in his hand. he does attempt to catch it— horribly, and the dessert tumbles into the void, his mouth agape. "aish..."

"ah, sorry."

"no, it's no problem! really! sir!" he quickly rectifies, aheming into his fist and waving his other hand around before looking directly in front of him. occasionally glancing at you with his eyes only. he was visibly nervous, definitely embarrassed too. he straightens his back and raises his chin, probably trying to seem professional in front of you; but you could tell with the way he clenched his jaw that he was tense. and you don't blame him, it looks like this was his first time coming to such a luxurious gala, surrounded by tons of powerful men and women who could either make or break his career.

"well, what's your name?" you offer a conversation starter, since it didn't seem like he was budging.

"i'm park sunghoon, sir!"

"nice to meet you park sunghoon, how old are you?" you ask smoothly, stretching a hand out for him to shake. he couldn't even look you in the eyes, what a shy and polite man.

he wipes his sweaty hands on his pants, before taking your hand with both of his, bowing. "nice, nice to meet you too! i'm 21 turning 22, sir."

"we're the same age, that means you don't need to call me sir."

"yes sir." he replies without much thought.

you give him a pointed look and he quickly shuts up. he was endearing in his own way though, the interaction made you smile. this man who had previously been so elegant and precise on stage was actually very timid.

"you caught my eye in the performance."

he lights up at this, turning his head to you with a small bashful smile on his lips. "thank you so much, i'm surprised you remember me."

"of course i do, couldn't keep my eyes off you in fact." you advance, tilting your head as you subtly flirt. you were into him and you wanted him to understand that. "oh." he mouthed, and it seems like he was starting to recognize the connotations of the conversation. he was still smiling, but you could see a pink tint on his pale skin.

"no, seriously. you're super talented, i want to sponsor you."

his smile drops, a shocked expression on his face instead, soon he's ecstatic. "really?"

you chuckle, "yes, really."

☆★☆

perhaps, your definition of sponsor was just sugar baby with extra steps. because soon, the two of you fall into that type of relationship. it started with a bouquet of flowers after his practice (which you went to weekly), then it became a dinner invitation, and eventually you were lavishing him with gifts and luxury items. okay, perhaps you were just courting this man in the form of presents.

you watch on the sidelines as sunghoon does his usual practice on the ice (a private ice rink you hired for him), he glances towards you with a mischievous grin before doing a silly spin. you just chuckle, shaking your head. when it was over you sling a towel over his neck like usual, handing him a water bottle. he stares at you, rather proud of himself.

"did you see the spin?"

"nah, i was looking at the wall." you joke, there was literally no one else but sunghoon to look at. "issh" he shakes his head, lightly punching your arm.

after, you treat him to a nice dinner in this expensive restaurant, he’s used to your dinner invitations, but he still can't settle his nerves coming to such a high-end restaurant. chatting with you soothed his anxiety though, and shortly he was joking and laughing like usual.

the first course was served, and you took this opportunity to slide over the blue container with the tiffany and co logo. sunghoon takes it shyly, glancing at you, you give him an encouraging look. at the beginning of this dynamic; he did try to refuse the expensive gifts, but you were insistent and sunghoon secretly enjoyed receiving the presents too.

he feels his heart thumping with excitement as he unwraps the case, a genuine surprise in his eyes when he pulls out the silver wire tiffany t bracelet. he’s been wanting it for a while now, mentioning it once casually. and you remembered! he tries it on for you; because he knows you like seeing him with your gifts. the bracelet glints in the light and he looks at you with a reserved smile.

"thank you so much... i don't know to repay you—"

"by being mine." you interrupt him, the words come out before you can even comprehend it, baffled by your impulsivity. "i'm sorry it just came out— if it makes you uncomfortable i apo—"

"yes."

you blink slowly, while he looks at you with full seriousness. and that's how sugar baby sunghoon came to be.

☆★☆

navigating the dynamic was like navigating any other romantic relationship, though sunghoon treated it like a contract at the start. unusual, but usual for sunghoon. it made you chuckle about his seriousness of the entire situation. the whole circumstance was bizarre but silly. what an endearing man. he would sit you down one day, hands clasped together.

"what are your expectations for me?"

and you snicker. he said it like it was a full-time job, which maybe it could be.

"recieve my gifts, and enjoy your best life."

he looked determined, continuing on. "is sex on the table?" he was surprisingly straightforward. it's always the quiet ones who were unexpectantly bold huh...

"if you're comfortable with that, yes." you give him a firm nod.

"i see." he pulls back, shy again.

"so, are you?" you tease, because he didn't outwardly give an answer.

he pauses, and you spot a glint in his eyes. his tongue darts out to wet his lips and his mind runs rampant. how cute.

"i am."

☆★☆

and wow was that quite literally the best decision in your entire life. everything remained the same, except now you have an extremely hot and sexy ice skater whose libido was as high as his talent. life was good. life was great.

training went as you expect, sunghoon absolutely smashed through his routine. running back to you with a proud smile, hands on his hips.

"i did pretty good, didn't i?" he always asked similar questions, pridefully, wanting to be praised.

"did you? didn't see." you would always tease him, and he would respond by playfully hitting your shoulder. the sass doesn't last long though, because the moment you two are alone in the locker room that's when you go down on him, embracing him as his lovely quiet moans seep out from your kiss.

it should be classified as an addiction at this point, the amount of unconventional places you guys had done it in. collecting locations like pokemon cards. it was tame at first, or tame for your standards anyway. the first time was in the hotel, of course, but after that, you went straight for the ice rink. its not exactly public, as you had rented the entire private rink for your beautiful ice prince, but the setting itself was scandalous. just imagining the sanction that housed many hours of his talent, being dirtied by his sweat in another sense was downright sinful. sunghoon never complained however, because as long as you praise him, he was satisfied. boy was he a sucker for praise, he keens when you whisper in his ear, almost over the moon when you compliment him on his skating. he would moan unashamedly, (normally he would block his moans or whimper) and you respond by spreading his legs in clear view of the ice rink. slam him down and feel his back arch prettily against your chest.

sunghoon was contradictorily both shy and straightforward when it came to his words and actions during sex. he's quiet and sometimes downright refuses to moan or beg. yet when he's close he would straight-up demand things from you. when you fold his flexible body in half and ram into his sensitive hole, he would spread wider for you (which you thought was physically impossible but he proves you wrong), yet bashfully hides himself when you praise him. he was a man full of contradictions, but it really drove you wild.

but it wasn't all about sex anyway, sex made up barely half of it, because it was really all about him. sunghoon just had a soul that was born to attract you. he's introverted and reserved with others, which explains why he doesn't attract sponsors or gain lead roles, but underneath it all was such a uniquely endearing man with a strong ambition for his passions.

you absolutely loved spoiling this boy and watching his reactions; him wearing the items you brought for him just gave you that extra dose of serotonin. when the two of you made it official, he was just so much more ecstatic with each gift he received from you. it wasn't even the gifts themselves that pleased him so much, it was the care you gave that really hit the mark for him. that burberry scarf he eyed for a few minutes? woke up to it on his lap. the prada bag he briefly mentioned he thought was fashionable? on the kitchen counter. you just paid so much attention to him, and he felt so loved.

you supported him in his ice skating career too, attending every competition he's been in and always making sure to watch over at least one of his daily practices a week. he had big ambitions and eventually wanted to compete in the olympics, which you had no doubts he would achieve.

gradually, you wanted to integrate him into your life too, though it was hard to explain to your parents the logistics behind taking a 'common ice skater' with you everywhere. you two managed to keep a low profile.

and by everywhere, you meant everywhere. you brought him to tennis and golf practices, he struggled with golf but had fun with tennis. and you brought him to basically every single gala and ball your family tree hosted. it was enjoyable at first, but introverts do what introverts do and he gradually voiced how he preferred quieter, more intimate meetings with you. in which you decided to only bring him to the important galas. (maybe every single one was a bit overkill) but he was so right because intimate stay-ins with him were so much better and more peaceful compared to your hectic everyday life. he was a very mindful and health-conscious person, so you often find yourself doing stretches and going to the gym with him. it was absolute zen. plus, there was the bonus of you slowly snaking your arms behind him, kissing his neck and lips as much as you want without worrying about public perception.

☆★☆

you can tell something was bothering him, with the way he fidgeted and dazed off in your shared hotel room. anyone in his position would he nervous, after all, he was competing for the olympics! through much hard-work from his side and endless support from yours, he qualified for the olympic team after winning nationals with flying colours. you knew he had it in him, you knew since the first day you met.

“hoon, you nervous?” you ask, coming up behind him to rub at his shoulders. he gives you a small smile before sighing. “a little.”

you pull him into a hug, your chest pressed towards his back. he relaxes slightly. “want to talk about it baby?” you stroke his stomach, trying to soothe him.

“it’s silly,” he gives you a half smile. you slap his thigh lightly “issh!”

“it’s not silly, tell me.” you pout, kissing his neck. he laughs as you lavish his neck with lovebites.

“i’m just worried that i’m going to lose.” he says in-between giggles. you temporarily stop your assault in his neck, lifting your head to look at him.

“you won’t lose baby, and even if you do, just being in the team is already an amazing feat. most people go their whole lives without even touching olympic level.”

he seemed a little reassured by this, but you could tell his mind was still swirling with other thoughts. you kiss his cheeks, waiting for him to open up about it himself.

“it’s just, if i lose, im wasting all your effort and money.”

you finally pause at this, giving him a look. “what? how am i wasting effort and money on you?”

he seemed a little nervous, gulping down his saliva. “i mean, you invested so much into me, the least i could do is win.” you were shocked, was he dense or stupid? maybe a little bit of both. you roll your eyes as you lift him in your arms. he lets out a startled gasp as you bring him to the bathroom. you face him towards the mirror, grasping at his chin so he looks directly into his eyes.

“do you see this? what a gorgeous, beautiful, godly man.” you whisper in his ear and you watch his cheeks blossom a scarlet red. your hands trail down to his chest, unbuttoning the top.

“wow, look at that. so pretty, so soft and perfect.” you knead his chest, flicking at his pink nipples before moving down, massaging his toned stomach. he was staring at the parts your hand were drifting to as you fondle him. you kiss the shell of his ear, making him shiver “hngh…”

your fingers trail down, you lick your lips at his delicious reactions. palming at his erection. “every part of you is so pretty. such nimble arms and thighs, no wonder you’re so good at ice skating. everything about you is just so lovable.”

he was trembling, glancing into your eyes in the mirror and you could tell he wanted you to continue. “don’t you get it already? you really think i brought all those gifts, paid all those lessons and sponsored you because it was an investment?” you whisper, he turns his face to meet with yours, taking your lips desperately.

“i love you.” he whispers breathily into the kiss, that was the first time any of you said that sentence. he freezes, anxiety filling his face.

“i love you too, hoon.” you french kiss him, your tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip, he reciprocates gladly.

“i love you i love you i love you so so much.” he stammers, grinding his ass against your hardening cock. “i love you too baby, you have no idea how much i love you.” you grunt into his ear, sliding your dick out from your underwear. the both of you were barely clothed in the first place.

“hngh put it in already please,” he’s never been this vocal before, you felt your cock twitch just at the desperation in his voice. but you controlled yourself, he had a skating competition tomorrow after all.

“hoonie the olympics is tomorrow.” he whines and you chuckle fondly. spoiled brat.

“put your thighs together.” you give his ass a light slap, he listens and puts his thighs closely. you could see his dripping cock through the small gap. “good boy.” you praise and he rubs his thighs together.

not waiting any longer, you slip your hard cock between his thighs, groaning lowly at the sensation. god it felt so good, he clearly thinks so too because he immediately whimpers, pushing back at your dick. you let him adjust to the sensation before slowly thrusting against his thigh.

“angh... ugh… so good… love you… love you…” he whimpered, panting softly. you pull his head to the side to kiss him again, hand grasping at both of your cocks and he cries into your mouth. you thrust harder and faster, he reciprocates happily by clenching his thighs tighter. soon his stomach was squeezing and his pants became breathier.

“gonna come, can i come? please? please?” and who were you to resist your prince?

“come for me hoonie, come for me.”

his thighs stutter and he clenches his teeth as a strangled voice comes out. he came in spurts, long and thin. you wish you could taste his pretty semen as well but thats for another time. you slip your cock out from his thighs, jerking yourself off and coming all over his ass and back.

it was arousing and you could almost go again, but he needed rest so you tenderly kissed his back, cleaning him up.

“i’m going to win for you.” he says breathily while you were wiping him down, you look at him amused, chuckling.

“don’t do it for me, do it for yourself.”

“no, this seriously motivated me to win. i’m going to win the olympics and then we’re going to have the most mind-blowing sex ever.”

you guys share a look before laughing.

☆★☆

everyone could hear the thumping of their own hearts as they waited for the results to unveil. sunghoon grasps your hand and you give him a squeeze.

before you could process it, you were ecstatically cheering, turning to sunghoon. the man beside you was in genuine shock, staring at his high score as if it was an alien on earth. holy shit, he got the highest score and he’s in first place!!!

snghoon lunges for you, tumbling you out of your chair as he tightly hugs you. not like you cared about the people staring, because you shared the excitement. you hug him back just as tightly, stroking his back. you feel the crook of your neck and shoulder wet.

after a few seconds, you help him stand and he wipes his eyes with an embarrassed smile. you couldn’t stop grinning as he received his medal.

☆★☆

sunghoon was able to keep both of his promises that day. the moment you two arrived in the hotel, you had a very needy sunghoon clinging around you neck, drawing you into a deep kiss as you navigate around the room.

you manage to peel him off for a second, to undress him and yourself, stumbling into the shower. you adjust the water while sunghoon unrelentlessly grinds against your cock.

“hn, god please! ive been wanting this since yesterday, ive been so good, so good, please reward me” he whimpers quietly and you melt. you grasp his hips tightly, pulling his back flush against your chest and you grind down his ass. he groans, hands propped on the shower wall for support.

your finger plays with his rim and he whines, prodding the hole before inserting. you were careful, treating his body like porcelain as you coo into his ear. he was so desperate, willingly giving up his sweet voice for you to hear. you add another finger and he was now fully rutting against you, eyes closed as he fucked himself on your fingers. it was an endearing sight, but you pull out, slapping your cock on his ass.

“what do you want again?” you play innocent, chuckling at his offended expression. he groans, frustratedly pushing back at your cock.

“you know what i want! i want you inside me please!” he whines out and you laugh. you give him what he wants, slipping your cock into his tight hole, groaning as you feel his gummy walls enclose around you.

“you feel so good sunghoon, such a pretty boy.” you coo into his ear and he clenches his thighs tighter. you thrust into him, each one faster and harder than the previous one and he was in actual heaven. tongue lolling out as he groans with each motion, it didn’t take long until he was crying out a strangled coming.

you weren’t done with him yet though, you prop his flexible legs up, making him sink deeper into your cock as he chokes. before he could protest you start nailing into him, hitting his prostate so well and on point that he visibly crumbles, hands desperately grabbing at anything as his cock sputters out another load.

his eyes were wide as he watches his dick cry uncontrollably, while you adjust behind him, ready to piston into him all over again. oh boy was he in for a wild ride…

that’s how the night progressed, you plummeting his ass in the shower, and then at the bathroom counter, then you moved him to the hotel bed, forcing him to ride you until he couldn’t prop himself up anymore.

his body slumps over yours, exhausted and overstimulated, thighs trembling and nerves sputtering. but you still moved beneath him and he cries “can’t! can’t, hurts please it feels too good.”

you grin into his skin, jerking his cock a few times and he comes again. body limp. you pull out and the warm semen in his hole dribble out. just as you try to move to clean him up, his arms tightly wind around your waist.

“stay here.” it was a demand from your ice prince and you snicker.

“anything for the olympic winner.”

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stardew-and-cozycore · 21 days

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My personal ideas about the bachelor's and Bachelorette's sexualities (its ok if you don't feel the same. These, again, are just my feelings and thoughts):

Penny: a lesbian but doesn't know it. She believes in the nuclear family and grew up in a strict household. This has led her to believe that she is straight, despite her always making time for Maru and the farmer. She could marry a man and have kids, but that's more out of belief of what's right than actual love.

Maru: pan and proud of it. I could see her going to pride parades and bringing her partner.

Alex: he would either be straight or gay. I think it's all in how you read his conversations with the farmer tbh. You could take his comments as flirty jokes or as kind of mean to keep you away.

Harvey: straight. He just seems like your stereotypical anxious nerd I'm sorry.

Hayley: lesbian. 100% lesbian. Trying to convince herself she's straight and that overwhelming feeling she has for women is just deep friendship.

Elliot: bi all the way. He's too dramatic to be straight.

Leah: lesbian. She's an artist with a cabin and wears a braid and wears suspenders. I've never seen a straight woman wear suspenders on the reg.

Sebastian: straight or gay. I still can't figure it out.

Sam: straight. Skater gamer boy who loves his family and wants one of his own.

Emily: I honestly see her as pan but more on the aromantic spectrum. Like she's just super bubbly and happy and isn't actually looking for a relationship.

Abigail: bi but leans more towards women. This needs no explanation.

Shane: I've always seen him as straight ngl. But could also see him marrying someone he cherished deeply as a friend to keep them around so he could have a bit of happiness daily.

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punkeropercyjackson · 20 days

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This is a bit of an old post of yours but I saw @/thisismisogynoir reblog it and i just wanted to say: your post about ppl being way too comfortable associating underaged characters with sexual stuff put what i've been thinking for the longest time into words. That stuff genuinely makes me SO uncomfortable yet almost no one around me understands. Its so disgusting how often underage characters are sexualized in fandom spaces and the worst part is, it starts with grown ass pedo adults doing it then it SPREADS to most of the KIDS in the fandom who then see that behavior as normal!!

It's particularly sickening for me since i come from a culture where "childhood" lasts alot longer, like 21 year olds are still considered kids and still at the age to be pampered and cared for by their parents so you can imagine my horror when I got into fandom spaces and saw people justifying making NSFW content of 16 YEAR OLDS. I once literally got called SENSITIVE in an Instagram comments section by other PJO fans for saying that it's creepy to make sex jokes about Percy and Annabeth, and they said I was overreacting bc "they're almost adults anyway, real teens have sex at this age"...... Like just because irl teens do doesnt mean you should be encouraging that and normalizing it!!

Hi Nina!!!Thanks for the ask,i agree so much and you've given me the perfect opportunity to tqlk about a similar phenomenon re the sexualization of characters who're minors

So in current canon Pjo,Percy and Annabeth are not 'almost adults',they just ARE adults as their latest apperance in the timeline has them at 18 with confirmation from Rick.Yet fans choose to make these jokes about them as minors even though that book has been out for 4 years.Much like this,Spiderman fans do sm*t of Mcu Peter and Spiderverse Gwen even though in the comics which have way more material they are adults.This also applies to Naruto,Bleach,Toh,Httyd,Atla and other media that have the protagonists start out as kids but grow up either as the story goes along or in an epilogue

If you have the option between sexualizing an adult version of character and an underaged version of the character that're both presented as equally canon and you choose the latter,you are a pedophile.Full point blank.That's the definition of pedophillia.You saw a grown up and a kid and found the kid more attractive.There's no excuse for that.There's no reason for an adult to want to see a child in sexual situations over another adult in sexual situations.You've made a disgusting choice so people have a right to call the pedo a pedo

(Also:You are NOT sensitive.You just have a backbone and care about minors being safe and the fact that they pulled that over a CHILDREN'S BOOK SERIES is insane.A Pjo fan once told me 'legit thought you were 12' in an argument because i said Percy is an anarchist and instigator and activist punk and not a skater boy at all and actually transfem,as if Percy dosen't start out at 12 because that's starting age the series is for.Pjo fans gain self-awareness and also employement challenge)

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scp230kinnie · 1 year

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Desperately asking for u to do stardew valley dateables and their 'types' like who'd they'd be interested in 😍😍😍

And no basing it off the rivals 😡😡

Grrrr I know who this was 😈

Warning: this means absolutely nothing they CANONICALLY like anyone

This is just my opinion

Anyways I present

Stardew valley dateables types

Alex:

He either likes sporty types like him, or preppy girls 💀

He just wants someone who will play games with him

He also likes someone who will like compliment him a lot

He has a big ego

Sam:

He would like someone who is exactly like him

Someone who likes the same music

Someone with the golden retriever he has

Fall’s immediately

He loves positive people

And people who will listen to music he likes with him

Same with people who support him unconditionally

Sebastian:

Emos

Emo

Gay emos even

E girls

ALL JOKESSSSS

he doesn’t have a type

But if he did it would probably be hippies

He would love people like Hayley from American dad

He has a crush on Gerard way

Harvey:

Lol

I will stand by this until I die but;

HE LIKES BIG GIRLS <3333

He also likes people who are funny

People with a good sense of humor

Elliott:

People with long hair fr

Also people who like music and literature

So people who are like him

He wants someone who is like the forest type to his ocean beach type

He also likes people with a good sense of fashion

Shane:

I actually have no idea

Probably just someone who would be supportive of him and help him when he needs it

A person who likes sports, so he can go to games with them

Just cool people idk

Really caring people

Abigail:

Grunge skater type

Stoners too

Someone who will go for late might walks with her

And watch scary movies with her

Also people with good fashion sense

Emily:

Someone adventurous and open to doing new things

Someone who will dye their hair to match hers

Even if its just a streak

Someone who will help her with random chores

Someone who doesn’t care what people think

And also competitive people she thinks its fun

Haley:

My wife fr

Me im her type

No i think she likes emos

Like there’s two ends of the spectrum for her

On one end is emos or just generally alternative people

The other end is those hockey boys from Canada

Yk the ones with the ugly hair and hats

Leah:

She likes people who are like her

Artistic

Adventurous

And whatever

Has it been made obvious that I know nothing about her?

Im sorry

Maru:

She likes people who are similar to her as well

Very smart

She likes people who are calm and more introverted

She likes people who will help her with whatever she needs

And people who will bake with her ❤️🫶

Penny:

I have no idea

People who will support her

Emotionally and financially

IM KIDDING

she just wants someone supportive

She wants someone who’s good with kids

And someone who’s pretty smart

Okay thats it

Just a reminder you are perfect and that no matter what, and that they would like you no matter what you are like

They canonically like anyone

Stay beautiful guys

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lowkeyrobin · 17 days

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OMG I've had this idea for a while but fuckshit x shy turned confident reader where they're in the same class but fuckshit doesn't really notices reader until reader starts dressing for themself and does things they want to do instead of letting people walk all over them and fuckshit starts developing a crush and starts seeing reader everywhere !!! Thank you love you robinnnn <33

-♠️

STOP I LOVE THIS WTF ♣️ dw I saw the other thing ik its u bae ; love you too freakazoid ; thanks for requesting pookieeee hope u enjoy

FUCKSHIT ; confidence

summary ; fuckshit develops a crush on the new you

warnings ; language, censored racial slur, weed

disclaimers ; fuckshits real name is gonna be olan (like the actor himself) as much as I don't like it that much it's the best bet + I don't wanna make up some random name for him 😭🙏 it's just bc ain't no teacher is gonna call him fuckshit and stuff ; also I do censor the n word one bc I'm not black, two it's how ray and fuckshit talk, it's not overused or anything, I'm just not trying to whitewash their speech and mannerisms and them reclaiming that word is kinda important for them because they're black skaters in the 90s so 🙏

word count ; 1k

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You used to cover yourself up a lot, even during summer. Sweaters and long sweatpants and jeans paired with hightop Converse were your usual outfits, even in the blazing LA heat.

You skated here and there, not at any parks or popular spots, just around. You shared a class with Olan, or Fuckshit as he likes to be called, at school. You had 12th period history with him, where he sat next to you.

You were very shy and reserved, you never talked to anyone unless spoken to and spent your time in the back of the class just getting through your work. Every so often, Fuckshit would try to talk to you to little or no avail. He never really noticed you much in the hallway or any other class either, so he didn't have any other way to talk to or see you through the day.

He didn't know much about you, which is why he also didn't know much about how you'd let people walk over, use, and bully you. He'd defended you in class once, but that was the extent of it. He wasn't a bully whatsoever, a fuckboy, yeah, but he wouldn't make fun of you for some dumb reason like the way you dress or the way you bite your nails.

But, now, he couldn't help but stare at you.

He could finally see your gorgeous eyes again, your smile proving that you were much happier this way. You seemed so excited and confident. He even noticed you in the hallway talking to someone with a smile on your face.

He had to say something.

"Oh, shit, like your shirt. Gravediggaz is fire." He smiles.

You return said smile. "Oh, thanks! You listen?"

"Hell yeah, n****"

He sees the kids who usually made fun of you snicker and whisper a few feet away, but pays them no mind. You follow his gaze and get a quick look before rolling your eyes and turning back to him.

"Fucking annoying" You say, placing a finger gun to your temple. "You skate, right?"

"Yeah, why? You trynna hang?"

"Maybe" You chuckle and shrug, "Going to the courthouse, just wanna show off some tricks at that party. Wanna come with me? You'd make it way less embarrassing"

"Yeah, of course" He grins, "Mind if I bring my boys along?"

"Oh, please. The more the merrier" You nod, "I'll be under the left tree at six, yeah?"

"Yeah"

Safe to say he couldn't wait to talk to you later considering he wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. Ray had been making fun of him all afternoon while Fourthgrade filmed it all, Ruben's laughter prominent in the background.

He was basically bouncing off the walls as the minutes ticked away, time coming closer and closer as to when he'd see you again.

"Put your dick away"

"Shut the fuck up! I'm just excited"

"Yeah, excited alright"

"I swear to God-"

He basically sprinted out the door when it hit 5:50, leaving the others in the dirt as he skated down the sidewalk as fast as humanly possible.

He saw you waving for him as he entered, and he quickly walked towards you with a smile and a blunt in his hand.

"Hey" He smiles, offering you said blunt.

You take it and blow a puff out of it, "Hey, glad you made it. Where's your friends?"

He looks over to the side, waving to a group of boys who were clearly trying to look for him. The three nod and talk toward you two, talking about something you couldn't hear.

You wave to them as they approach and sit with you, joining the conversation about everything skate and music related. As the sun sets, the area illuminated by white and colorful neon lights, you get up onto the building, top of the stairs, to show off some tricks. You see Fuckshit and his friends watching you, along with many other strangers who were watching other skaters show their shit off.

You grind down the metal railing and hop off with a kickflip. You glance over at the curly haired blonde, who's shouting some inaudible compliments. You see his one friend, tall and blonde, filming with a Camcorder. You didn't mind, you thought it was pretty sick.

The youngest out of them, maybe fourteen or so, hands a blunt to the dark-skinned boy with the locs, both of their eyes on you, like they're scanning your high-school coolness level or something.

"Ayeee, that was sick as fuck!"

"Olan, is there something you need to share with the class?"

Fuckshit's eyes slightly widen as he slowly looks up at the teacher who'd caught you two whispering in the back of class.

"Nah, I'm good"

The teacher turns back to the board as you two quietly smile and snicker.

He can't help but get lost in your happiness, feeling comfort in your sneaky smile. He can't help but adore everything about you, from your humor to your skating, your music interests, it was like you were made for him.

The bell rings, nearly popping your eardrums once more as it dismisses you for the day. You walk side by side through the halls, taking the longest way through the school to go toward the front doors to leave.

"I just don't understand being a poser like that, it ain't getting you any pussy" He laughs, agreeing with your long tangent about how being new at skating didn't mean you were a poser, and that being a poser is lame. "Like what you doing when someone asks if you can do a trick or show them? You just paid for a deck to look cool?"

"Exactly! They act like we can't tell who's a poser and who's not!"

You reach the entrance, having to go your separate ways home.

"See you tomorrow, dude" You smile with a light chuckle, waving him a little goodbye as you step on your board to skate away.

"See ya! I'll bring those cookies tomorrow too!" He smiles and waves back at you.

Ray and Fourthgrade approach, confused and amused looks on their faces.

"Cookies? When did you become a baker, n***?" Ray asks.

"Shut the fuck up, I owe them"

"For what?" He asks again as the trio walk down the sidewalk, straying away from the street til they got off school property.

"Inviting us to that thing on Friday, and homework answers"

"Ugh, here he goes again"

#lowkeyrobin #fuckshit mid90s #mid90s imagine #mid90s x reader #fuckshit oneshot #fuckshit x reader #a24 films #a24 #skater film #olan prenatt x reader #♣️ anon

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 3 months

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Kaiju Week in Review (February 11-17, 2024)

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Warner Bros. unfurled the second trailer for Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, which seems to be going over much better than the first. There are multiple glimpses of the ice Titan Shimo throughout, and an even briefer look at Mothra reflected in Jia's eye. (My favorite shot, of course, is Kong decking Skar King as he's holding out Suko like a wriggling shield.) The rough shots from trailer #1 still look rough, but at least the new footage is more impressive.

The new issue of Empire (how fitting) has a short article on GxK—the big revelation there is that Godzilla Evolved is pink simply because that's director Adam Wingard's favorite color. Collaborations are also popping up. Circle K is offering a movie-branded sandwich, chocolate bar, and Froster drinks/cups. Godzilla and a seriously wizened Kong are also entering the mobile game Lords Mobile.

I don't know much about Oscar politicking, but Takashi Yamazaki's strategy of bringing a model Godzilla with him everywhere he goes seems like a winner. Both appear in the "class photo" taken of all the nominees at the Oscar Nominees Luncheon. At the same event, Yamazaki and Godzilla met with Steven Spielberg, who told Yamazaki he had seen Godzilla Minus One three times. Posting their photo together on Twitter, Yamazaki said he had "met God."

Toho's English Godzilla YouTube channel also uploaded a six-minute video on Minus One's VFX, with a focus on the various ways the production was able to shave off costs. Officially translated behind-the-scenes featurettes for Toho Godzilla films are a rarity, a sign of how badly they want that little gold statue. It's worth watching just for Yamazaki scooting his chair around the office.

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Shout! Factory's onslaught of old Toei tokusatsu films on its streaming service turned out to be a prelude to offering them all on disc. The Classic Tokusatsu Collection Blu-ray set includes Planet Prince (1959; called Prince of Space), Invasion of the Neptune Men (1961), Watari the Ninja Boy (1966), The Golden Bat (1966; called Golden Ninja), Magic Serpent (1966; called Dragon Showdown) , Ninja Scope (1969), and Terror Beneath the Sea (1966). None have ever been released on English-friendly Blu-ray before; some haven't even made it to DVD. The set is $70 and limited to 2,500 copies.

Major caveats seem to accompany every English-language release of vintage tokusatsu these days, and unfortunately this set's no exception. Despite the existence of English dubs for at least some of these films (two of them riffed on Mystery Science Theater 3000), only Terror Beneath the Sea is dubbed; the rest are Japanese-only. And the dubbed Prince of Space well-known to MiSTies was actually an amalgamation of Toei's two Planet Prince films, only the first of which is present here. (Even the first film seems like it's going to be in upscaled standard-def, going off the streaming version.) No special features in the production description either, although one person who got the set early reports that at least one trailer is included (for Invasion of the Neptune Men).

IDW has announced still another Godzilla miniseries, Godzilla: Skate or Die. First-issue description:

It's Australian skater punks versus Varan and the King of the Monsters in this thrilling debut issue by writer/artist Louie Joyce (A Fistful of Pain)! Four years ago, four best friends and die-hard skaters found the perfect location for a DIY skatepark. After months of hard work, they created the world’s sickest spot that they could enjoy for the rest of their lives… That is, until the ferocious Varan appeared in the middle of central Australia and started making a beeline for their beloved park. Why is Varan on a rampage? Why did Godzilla just appear off the coast? What does their beloved skate spot have to do with this? And most importantly…what are these punks willing to do to save it?

Sounds like there's a lot of author appeal here, as Joyce is Australian and calls the tale "inspired by all the amazing DIY spots I've had the privilege of skating[.]" And a meaty role for Varan is a pleasant surprise.

Perhaps inspired by the success of Troll on Netflix, we've got another Scandinavia giant monster movie on the way. Kraken will be directed by Pal Oie (Dark Woods) from a script by Vilde Eide. No cast yet, but here are the plot details divulged by The Hollywood Reporter:

[T]he thriller will follow Johanne, a marine biologist who encounters several strange occurrences while researching a fjord, including the brutal deaths of two local teenagers. “At the bottom of Norway’s deepest fjord rests a mythical monster as large as a mountain, with a myriad of arms ready to crush and devour anything they can grab,” the film’s synopsis reads.

Krakens are certainly having a moment in giant monster stories right now, between Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken and the three that somehow wound up connected to the Monsterverse. (To wit: Na Kika was originally called Kraken, the unnamed antagonist of Skull Island bore the same name internally, and the guardian of Atlantis in the Justice League crossover comic is a Kraken as well.) This seems like a more back-to-basics approach.

#godzilla x kong the new empire #godzilla #king kong #shimo #skar king #kraken #godzilla skate or die #godzilla minus one #shout factory

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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It’s Party Time

Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader x Jeongin

Style: NSFW, Smut, Friendship, Romance

Warning: a lot of teasing, Threesome, oral, female reader, a little bit of playful possessiveness.

Summery: Y/N joined her flatmates party that she put together with their closest friends. Y/N becomes the co-host and enjoys her time catching up with the people at the party but Beomgyu and Jeongin can’t keep their eyes off her all night

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Y/N's apartment was buzzing with energy and music. Her flatmate, a natural host, had transformed their living space into a vibrant party venue. Friends from various circles mingled - Yeonjun, Jeongin, Felix, Seungmin, Chanbin, Beomgyu, Soobin, Wooyoung, Jake, Jay, Sunoo, Jungwon, Hueningkai, Taehyun, San, Seong Hwa, and a mix of girl friends. It was an eclectic mix, but it worked.

Usually more reserved, Y/N found herself swept up in the excitement. The presence of her favorite drink, a little liquid courage, didn't hurt either. She moved through the crowd, engaging in light, playful banter, her introverted nature taking a back seat for the night. But her real focus was on two people: Beomgyu and Jeongin.

Both boys, each a charmer in his own right, had their gazes locked on her throughout the night. Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill at the attention. She was dressed to impress, in an outfit that hugged her figure perfectly at the top before flowing out in a skater style at the bottom. It was both cute and provocative, a reflection of her own dual nature.

Yeonjun, always the joker, nudged her playfully alongside Chanbin and Wooyoung. They pointed out the not-so-subtle glances Beomgyu and Jeongin were casting her way. "Looks like you've got a fan club," Yeonjun teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nerves. The idea of being desired by both Beomgyu and Jeongin was exhilarating, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. As the party progressed, she found herself in a whirlwind of conversation and laughter with both of them, each interaction sparking more of that thrilling tension.

In a moment of daring, she caught Beomgyu's eye, his gaze intense and full of unspoken questions. "You're not so subtle, you know," she said, a playful edge to her voice.

Beomgyu just grinned, unabashed. "Can't help it when someone as captivating as you is in the room."

Jeongin joined them, his approach smooth and confident. "I have to agree with Beomgyu. It's hard to look away."

The lively atmosphere of the party, mixed with a hint of alcohol, emboldened Y/N as she found herself playfully bantering with both Beomgyu and Jeongin. The three of them were wrapped in a bubble of laughter and flirtatious exchanges, each comment more daring than the last.

Beomgyu's humor was particularly infectious, causing Y/N to laugh heartily. "You're really full of surprises, aren't you?" she teased, meeting his gaze.

He shot back with a playful wink, "Only when I'm around someone as interesting as you."

Jeongin, not to be outdone, chimed in with a charming smile. "I think we're both just trying to keep up with you."

As the night progressed, their playful banter continued. Y/N found herself comfortably caught between the two. Jeongin's presence was reassuring at her back, while Beomgyu's energy was magnetic in front of her. The closeness was intoxicating, with Beomgyu's hands resting just shy of daring on her thighs, and Jeongin's arms encircling her waist in a casual yet intimate gesture.

Y/N leaned back slightly into Jeongin, feeling a rush of excitement. Her hand found its way to Beomgyu's shoulder, steadying herself as she engaged in their playful conversation. The three of them were in their own world, surrounded by the noise and energy of the party, yet distinctly apart.

"You guys really know how to make a girl feel special," Y/N said, her voice a mix of jest and sincerity.

Beomgyu's eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's because you are special. Aren't we lucky, Jeongin?"

Jeongin's reply was warm and smooth. "The luckiest."

As the party pulsed around them, Y/N, feeling playful and emboldened, lifted her drink to her lips. She toyed with the straw, a coy smile playing across her face. Her eyes locked with Beomgyu's, holding his gaze as she took the final sip of her drink.

The moment was charged with an electric tension. Beomgyu's eyes darkened with intrigue as they observed the condensation from Y/N's glass tracing a path down onto her chest, a result of the warm room and the cold drink.

Both Beomgyu and Jeongin were visibly affected by her allure, a fact that didn't escape Y/N's notice. She felt a thrill of excitement at their reactions, a heady mix of power and anticipation.

Deciding to mix things up, Y/N smoothly extricated herself from between them. She glided through the crowd, her hips swaying rhythmically, the skirt of her dress swishing with each step. Her intention was clear as she made her way towards Soobin, Jake, Sunghoon, Yeonjun, and Felix.

Her presence was like a magnet, drawing them in. Each interaction was laced with a teasing, flirtatious energy, captivating her new audience. Y/N reveled in the attention, her laughter and bright conversation drawing them in further.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu and Jeongin watched from a distance, a mix of admiration and a hint of competitive spirit in their eyes. They exchanged a knowing glance, an unspoken agreement forming between them.

Beomgyu leaned in, his voice low. "She's incredible, isn't she?"

Jeongin nodded, his eyes still on Y/N. "Absolutely. It's going to be an unforgettable night, I can tell."

As Y/N mingled with Sunghoon, Yeonjun, and the rest, the conversation was lively and filled with playful banter. Sunghoon was quick to tease Y/N, sparking a light-hearted exchange.

"Y/N, how do you always end up being the center of attention?" Sunghoon asked with a playful smirk.

Laughing, Y/N shrugged. "I guess I just follow where the fun is," she replied, her eyes dancing with mirth.

Yeonjun leaned in, his voice a soft whisper in her ear. "Well, you're definitely bringing the fun tonight," he said, his hand casually resting on her waist, his touch sending a tingle along her spine.

"Yeonjun, are you flirting with me?" Y/N asked, her tone teasing yet inviting.

His reply was a low chuckle, his hand lingering on her waist as he pulled back slightly, his gaze holding hers with an unspoken promise.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon added his own flair to the conversation. "That outfit is a total knockout, Y/N. You're outdoing yourself," he said, his fingers lightly grazing the hem of her dress in a playful gesture.

Y/N playfully swatted his hand away. "Watch it, Sunghoon," she said with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with enjoyment.

Their playful exchange continued until Beomgyu decided to make his move. He approached confidently, his eyes fixed on Y/N. Simultaneously, Jeongin subtly excused himself from the group, slipping away towards Y/N's bedroom, unnoticed by most but not by Yeonjun.

"Can I borrow Y/N for a bit?" Beomgyu asked, his tone conveying a mix of charm and eagerness.

Yeonjun, having seen Jeongin's discreet departure, stepped back with a knowing smile. "Seems like the party's moving elsewhere," he remarked, his eyes hinting at his awareness of the unfolding plan.

As Beomgyu led Y/N away, Sunoo, watching the scene unfold, couldn't resist commenting. "There goes our star! Don't disappear for too long, you two!" he called out playfully, his words eliciting chuckles from those nearby.

As Y/N entered her room with Beomgyu, the atmosphere shifted. Beomgyu closed the door behind them, locking it with a click. Jeongin, who was already in the room, wasted no time, pulling Y/N into a passionate kiss, his hands firmly on her waist.

Beomgyu moved behind her, his lips finding her neck and shoulder, adding to the intensity of the moment. Jeongin's kisses trailed down to her neck, his touch eliciting a mix of surprise and delight from Y/N.

With a teasing tone, Beomgyu whispered in her ear, "You've been quite the tease tonight, haven't you? Letting Yeonjun and Sunghoon get so close."

Jeongin, pulling back slightly, looked at Y/N with a playful yet intense gaze. "You've really kept us on edge all night. If Beomgyu hadn't stepped in, who knows what might have happened with those two."

Y/N, her voice playful and bold, replied, "Maybe I just like keeping you two guessing."

Her cheeky remark earned her a playful smack on the butt from Beomgyu, making her yelp in surprise but also in amusement. Jeongin, noticing her reaction, grinned. "Looks like you enjoy a bit of fun," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Beomgyu then gently started to remove her dress, while Jeongin and Beomgyu also began to undress. The energy in the room was electric, filled with anticipation and excitement. y/n lay on her back, feeling a shiver of anticipation. He hovered above her, his touch like a whisper against her skin, eliciting soft sighs and murmurs of his name. His lips were explorers, charting a course down her body, lingering on her cunt, eliciting a symphony of gasps and whimpers.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu, with an intensity in his eyes, captured her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes, his fingers deftly and delicately working to tease and tantalize. His lips soon followed the trail blazed by his hands, pausing to linger where the lightest condensation had once kissed her skin.

“Mm, Jeongin, let’s switch,” Beomgyu suggested, his voice thick with unspoken promises.

With a fluid movement, the dynamic shifted, and y/n found herself above Jeongin. The change in perspective heightened every sensation, Jeongin’s skillful touch sending waves of pleasure radiating from her thighs and clit.

Beomgyu’s gaze locked with hers, a silent conversation of desire. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, as y/n turned her attention to beomgyu and Jeongin most sensitive area, her movements eliciting deep, resonant groans.

She leaned closer to Beomgyu, her lips and tongue working in harmony, drawing a ragged breath from him. “Fuck yes, Y/N. Just like that,” he encouraged, his hands gently cradling her head, his hips moving in rhythm with her.

Y/N, lost in the moment, continued her tantalizing actions with a relentless dedication. Beomgyu, feeling an overwhelming surge of pleasure, could barely contain himself. "Slow down... no, don't slow down," he gasped, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of frustration and desire as she varied her pace, teasing him expertly. He cursed softly, her name a breathless mantra on his lips.

Simultaneously, Jeongin's attentions on y/n's cunt elicited a series of delighted hums from her, the vibrations sending a shudder through Beomgyu, who was teetering on the edge. The synchronized climax of their desires peaked, leaving Beomgyu and y/n in a euphoric daze.

As they caught their breath, y/n pulled away slightly, looking up at Beomgyu with a playful gleam in her eyes. Her lips curved into an innocent smile, her actions belying the mischief of the moment.

Beomgyu, still reeling, gazed down at her, a mix of awe and adoration in his eyes. "How can you be so cute at a time like this?" he marveled, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender, appreciative kiss.

Meanwhile, Jeongin, feeling a pang of playful jealousy, whined. "Hey, don't forget about me over here," he said, trying to draw their attention back. "I'm feeling a little left out."

Y/N turned to Jeongin, her smile widening. "Oh, we couldn't possibly forget about you," she teased, her voice a sultry promise.

Jeongin's expression brightened immediately. "Well then, I think it's time for you to show me some of that attention," he suggested, a playful glint in his eye.

They adjusted their positions once more, the room charged with an electrifying energy. Y/N lay on her back again, her eyes reflecting a mixture of anticipation and desire. Jeongin positioned himself between her legs with a look of focused intent, while Beomgyu knelt behind him, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I'm getting ready for something memorable," Beomgyu remarked playfully, as he prepared himself, his hands moving with a practiced ease.

Jeongin, with a gentle and considerate manner, eased his way into y/n. Her soft gasp filled the room, a testament to the intensity of their connection. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern and affection.

"More than okay," she breathed, a smile playing on her lips.

The atmosphere shifted as Beomgyu, with a bold eagerness, joined Jeongin. The sudden intensity of the moment elicited a chorus of cries from all three, their voices blending in a symphony of pleasure.

Beomgyu, reveling in the moment, couldn't help but smirk. "Holy fuck!" he grunted, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance against Jeongin, eliciting a deep growl from him.

Jeongin, striving to be gentle with y/n, found the task increasingly challenging but not unwelcome. "Is this... okay for you?" he asked y/n, his voice strained with effort.

"More than okay," she assured him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Don't hold back on my account."

Beomgyu leaned in closer to Jeongin, his breath hot against his ear. "You feel amazing, and it's such a turn-on watching y/n like this," he whispered seductively, making Jeongin's cheeks flush with heat.

Jeongin, overcome with a rush of emotion, leaned down to y/n. His teeth found her neck, nipping her skin in a mix of affection and passion. A sharp smack followed, eliciting a loud cry from y/n, her body arching in response.

"Such good responses," Beomgyu praised, his voice thick with desire. "You're both so perfect."

In a fluid motion, Beomgyu leaned forward, his weight pressing down on Jeongin, reaching for y/n's lips in a passionate kiss. His movements became more insistent, driving Jeongin's rhythm to match his own.

Y/N, caught in the storm of sensations, clawed at Jeongin's back, her fingers gripping Beomgyu's hair, a desperate plea escaping her lips. "Please, faster," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.

"Let's give our queen what she wants," Beomgyu commanded, his pace intensifying.

Jeongin, lost in the moment, could only nod, his ability to speak lost to the overwhelming sensations.

Time seemed to stretch and warp around them, each movement, each touch building upon the last. Finally, y/n's voice rang out, a crescendo of pleasure as she called their names, her body trembling and gripping Jeongin tightly.

Jeongin followed soon after, a string of curses leaving his lips as he reached his climax, his movements becoming erratic.

Beomgyu, driven by the intensity of the moment, continued a little longer before reaching his own peak. He bit down gently on Jeongin's shoulder, his groan vibrating against him as he too succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

Jeongin's collapse onto y/n was a mix of exhaustion and contentment, his breathing heavy, signaling the depth of his spent energy. Yet, he lingered within her embrace, a silent testament to their shared intimacy. Y/N, with a light giggle, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

"You okay there?" she teased gently, her fingers playing with his hair.

Jeongin, with a contented sigh, nuzzled against her neck. "Never better," he murmured, his voice a warm whisper against her skin.

Beomgyu, meanwhile, carefully disentangled himself from Jeongin and lay beside y/n, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. He reached over to pat Jeongin's back affectionately, a silent commendation for the shared experience.

"Great job, team," Beomgyu joked lightly, his tone playful yet tender.

He then leaned in, capturing Jeongin's lips in a soft, lingering kiss, a gesture of gratitude and affection. Jeongin responded in kind, a soft moan escaping him. Breaking the kiss, Beomgyu turned to y/n, his eyes sparkling with mischief and warmth. He kissed her deeply, their lips moving in a dance of shared satisfaction and connection.

"Thank you," he whispered to her, his voice barely audible, yet full of emotion.

Y/N smiled, her eyes reflecting the deep bond they shared. "No, thank you both," she replied, her hand reaching out to caress Beomgyu's cheek gently.

They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind that speaks volumes of the comfort and closeness shared between them.

"So, who's up for round two?" Jeongin finally broke the silence, a playful glint in his eye.

Beomgyu laughed, shaking his head. "Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I'm all yours."

Y/N chuckled, her heart full. "You two are insatiable," she teased, her eyes dancing with affection.

Outside y/n's room, the party in the apartment was still in full swing, the music and laughter creating a lively atmosphere. Yeonjun and Sunghoon sat somewhat apart from the crowd, their expressions a mix of amusement and mild frustration.

"It doesn't look like they're coming out anytime soon," Yeonjun remarked, glancing towards the closed door behind which y/n, Jeongin, and Beomgyu were secluded.

Sunghoon nodded, a wistful look in his eyes. "I know, right? I was really hoping to spend some time with y/n tonight. She looked stunning and especially in that dress."

Yeonjun chuckled, "Yeah, she's got this allure about her. Can't blame Jeongin and Beomgyu for not wanting to share."

In another corner of the room, Taehyun was engaged in a lively conversation with y/n's flatmate. With a mischievous grin, he quipped loudly enough for others to hear, "Looks like you've lost your co-host for the night."

The comment drew a wave of laughter and cheers from the others at the party, the mood light and playful.

The flatmate laughed along, rolling her eyes playfully. "Seems so. I guess I'll have to manage the chaos alone tonight."

"Or maybe you'll find a new co-host among the guests," Taehyun suggested, his eyes twinkling with humor.

The flatmate gave him a mock stern look. "Are you volunteering, Taehyun?"

He raised his hands in mock surrender, "Oh no, I wouldn't dare step into y/n's shoes. But I'll help you keep the drinks flowing."

After several more passionate encounters in y/n’s room, Beomgyu and Jeongin finally decided it was time to rejoin the party. They took their time getting dressed, ensuring they looked as presentable as possible after their intense activities.

As they stepped out of the room, y/n sandwiched between them, there was a noticeable change in the atmosphere of the party. Eyes turned towards them, some with knowing smirks, others with playful curiosity. Beomgyu and Jeongin, however, walked with a confident, unashamed stride, not bothering to hide the obvious. Sunoo, Soobin, Hueningkai, Jake, and Jay were engaged in lively conversations and laughter, while Yeonjun and Sunghoon lingered nearby, their eyes lighting up at the trio’s appearance.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence,” Sunoo teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Soobin chimed in, his tone playful, “Did you three leave any energy for the party?”

Hueningkai, ever the observer, added with a grin, “You guys look… well, let’s just say ‘satisfied’.”

Yeonjun and Sunghoon, who had been waiting somewhat impatiently, immediately sprang into action. They approached the trio, tugging playfully at Beomgyu and Jeongin. "So, are you guys done hogging y/n? I think it's our turn now," Yeonjun said with a cheeky grin.

Sunghoon joined in, his tone light yet hopeful. "Yeah, we've been waiting all night. How about sharing the love?"

Jeongin's response was immediate and protective. He wrapped his arms around y/n's neck, pulling her close, while Beomgyu's arm snaked around her waist. They both fixed Yeonjun and Sunghoon with a playful yet firm glare.

"Absolutely not," Beomgyu declared firmly. "Y/n is ours from now on, so hands off."

Yeonjun laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, no need to get possessive. We were just kidding."

Sunghoon, however, still had a hopeful look in his eyes. "You can't blame us for trying," he said with a shrug.

Y/n, sandwiched between Beomgyu and Jeongin, looked up at them with a mix of amusement and affection. "Looks like I'm in high demand huh," she quipped, her voice light and teasing.

Beomgyu leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Well, they can look, but they definitely can't touch. You're all ours."

Jay raised an eyebrow, joining the banter. “Well, can’t say we’re not a little jealous. You three seem to be having a blast.”

Jake, with a chuckle, added, “Seriously, save some fun for the rest of us.”

The conversation continued in a playful manner, with Yeonjun and Sunghoon eventually backing off, albeit with a hint of playful disappointment. The group mingled with the other party guests, sharing laughs and stories, the mood light and jovial.

As the night progressed, the party showed no signs of slowing down. The music continued to play, people danced and chatted, and the atmosphere was one of carefree enjoyment. Beomgyu, Jeongin, and y/n remained close, their bond evident to all.

The night was a perfect blend of wild fun and intimate moments, a testament to the vibrant lives and relationships of the young people gathered there. It was a night to remember, filled with laughter, love, and the promise of many more adventures to come.

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I would die for a bam x reader enemies to lovers where they’re both pro skaters and she’s like super cool and gnarly and dirty and he can’t stand her but it’s because he’s so attracted to her and pretty much jealous of anybody who gets to breath in her direction

Green-Eyed Monster [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re a featured skater on Tony’s latest tour and get along with everyone perfectly fine. Well everyone except pretty boy Bam Margera and you’re sure there’s a reason for it.

A/n: been thinking about this request for a while and figured it would be a perfect opportunity to write kinda dom reader for once… ik anon didn’t say smut but my mind went crazy on this idea so… enjoy! also just pretend there was a tony tour with tim idek if there was it’s kinda hard to research…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, masturbation, public sex, angst, hate fuck, smoking

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You liked to think you were pretty down to earth. Your humour was always dry and you were mean to anyone who was your friend and maybe even mean to anyone who wasn’t. You got along well with most people, in fact you had made a lot of new friends on Tony’s skate tour he had invited you on. You and Make Vallely got on like a house on fire and Tony was basically your mentor. You had also gotten pretty close with Tim O’Connor but you couldn’t lie, you thought he was pretty cute. The only dude on the bus who didn’t succumb to your boyish charms was none other than MTV pretty boy Bam Margera. He complained about your lack of care for your appearance, made crude comments on your skating and would never let you get a word in without berating you for something you said. And so you decided you didn’t like him either, making living in close quarters pretty awkward for the rest of the gang. Bam would spit something nasty at you and you would snap back, teasing him, a vicious cycle that went on and on.

You stood outside of the tour bus at the gas station, lighting up your cigarette and inhaling it, groaning when you saw the asshole approaching you. “And you wonder why your breath stinks.” He muttered, pulling his own pack of smokes out as well. You rolled your eyes, “Just come out here to yell at me or do you want something? Hmm?” You took another drag as Bam glared at you. “Got a light?” He asked, cigarette between his teeth. You rolled your eyes and took out your zippo, reluctantly lighting it for him through gritted teeth. “My Mom used to tell me if boys were mean to me it meant they had a crush on me.” You teased, making Bam scoff. “I’m sure she told you you were pretty too.” His words could’ve cut you like daggers but they were drenched with dishonesty. You knew you were pretty, pretty enough to pull any of the guys on the tour bus. Bam was just kidding himself. You laughed, taking one last inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and stomping its remnants into the tarmac. “You know if you’re really this pent up, just jerk off in the bathroom like I do with Tim.” You winked before getting back on the bus, Bam merely rolling his eyes at you.

No you weren’t fucking Tim, but the shameless flirting seemed to tick Bam off even more than anything else you did. You’d be skating with Tim and he’d grab you every time you went past him, giggling at his touchiness. Meanwhile, Bam was glaring at you through heavy lids, slamming his board down as if he’d fucked up a trick. While signing decks, Tim would slip his arm over your shoulder or mess up your hair on purpose and Bam would ‘accidentally’ shove into the two of you. It was worst of all when you and Tim would be having quiet conversations in the middle of the night across bunks and Bam would loudly tell the two of you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ and then would release a string of curses until you shut the curtains and succumbed to sleep. For a while you couldn’t understand why he had such a vendetta against you, well specifically you and Tim but you quickly realised the cause. He was jealous. It became so obvious then, every second you spent with Tim his resentment grew and his anger elevated. You rarely saw him smile by the time Tim got touchy with you and you seemed more couple-y than usual. You decided to use this to your advantage. He was kinda hot after all.

You spent the day skating in a massive indoor park with the whole gang. Tony was attempting some crazy trick while the rest of you just messed around. Tim stood behind you on the board at one stage, holding your waist as you laughed, trying to skate with two people. Bam was pissed now, grumbling that he was gonna take a piss to Mike and stomping off in a huff. Nows your chance. You told Tim you’d be right back and so followed Bam to the men’s room. Once you entered behind him you quietly locked the door before biting your lip. Bam glanced over his shoulder as he pissed, trying to take a look at who was behind him but groaning when he saw it was you. “What the fuck are you doing in the Men’s freak?!” You smiled before hoisting yourself up on the slightly grimey counter, swinging your legs childishly. “Thought you might want company.” He muttered some grievances as he tucked his dick back in his pants, not letting you take a peek. “I’m fucking out of here.” He went to head out but you kicked your leg out, barricading him from exiting. “No, talk to me.” He gave you a dirty look while your calf still pressed into his stomach. “What the fuck do you want then?” You frowned, “You didn’t wash your hands.” He scoffed, a common quirk of his. “My dick isn’t minging, thanks.” “Well you don’t know that.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re sitting on the sink anyways.” You took your bottom lip into your mouth and lifted yourself up, bringing your legs around the sink so the faucet was right in front of your heat.

He looked up at you, his eyes judging as hard as possible but you could tell there was a hint of excitement buried under them. You smiled, eyes glimmering with lust. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spat and you shot him a look of false confusion. “What do you mean? You can wash your hands now!” You leaned back against the mirror to angle your hips more forward teasingly. Bam rolled his eyes and gave in to your little scheme, turning it on and rubbing the liquid soap into his palm. You moaned quietly, laughing through it “Wow Margera, you really know how to please a woman!” You teased, referencing the obvious innuendo between your legs. He turned the stream off and rolled his eyes at you. “What are you playing at?” You grinned again, then tilted your head and presented fake puppy dog eyes. “Why do you hate me so much.” He scoffed once again. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t really like you.” You raised a brow. “Or do you just hate me with Tim?” He rolled his eyes with even more exaggeration than ever before. “You’re delusional.” You pouted, “Am I? Or do you just not want him to fuck me?” You saw some scarlet creep onto Bam’s cheeks as he acted like you were crazy. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” You pushed yourself forward a little more so your heat was pressed against the faucet through the fabric of your cargos, touching your clit lightly. “Think about it. If me and Tim start fucking all you’re gonna hear at night is-“ You began mimicking being fucked, your hips snapping against the faucet and your face contorted with fake pleasure. You moaned pornographically, “Oh fuck Tim!” You slammed your hand against the counter. “Right there, right there!”

Bam slapped his hand against your mouth, ceasing your movements and noises. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He looked disgusted, a fake disgust disguising his real feelings. You smiled, “Oh sorry, Am I getting you hard?” You murmured beneath his palm before he removed it, wiping it on his shirt. “Yeah it makes sense now see? If Tim fucks me good and I’m real nice and loud right above you on the bunk, you’re gonna get hard. And then what are you gonna do?” Bam was embarrassingly red now, arousal clouding his mind. “Or…” You began, leaning your torso forward so your face was closer to his. “You wanna be the one fucking me.” Bam pushed your chest back so you were against the mirror once more. “The fuck has gotten into you?” You pouted sarcastically, “Not you.” He poked his tongue into the side of his cheek as you leaned forward again, hand snaking up to hold his face, he didn’t stop you. “Tell me you want me.” You whispered, eyes locking into his, only inches apart. He tried to maintain his disgusted expression but it was faltering quickly, his confidence dissipating as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t want you.” You smiled and leaned into him, your lips just brushing his. You felt him lean in closer and press against you but you leaned back. “Uh, uh. Tell me.” The taunting was relentless, you really were such a tease. To sweeten the deal you lifted his hand that was gripping the counter to rest on your inner thigh. You gazed into his eyes once again and grinned as you saw how flustered Bam looked. “C’mon. Give in and just fuck me already.” You pushed your hips forward again to press your clit against the faucet, earning yourself a moan which caused Bam’s eyes to light up. He reached his hands up to hold your waist before pulling you forward, encouraging you to grind against the surface. You laughed, “You want me to get off on a sink?” Bam bit his lip, only responding by pulling you more forcefully against it.

You moaned at the contact before giving in to his wishes, shifting your hips to rub yourself against it. Bam watched you with awe as you did so, your face contorting with pleasure, the fabric of your pants giving you the right amount of friction to get off. You threw your head back against the mirror as your hands steadied themselves on Bam’s shoulders, his hands still gripping your waist. Eventually you were going fast, building yourself up for your big finish, exaggerating each motion and noise leaving your lips. “Are you hard?” You panted and Bam nodded enthusiastically. “You gonna fuck me after this?” He nodded again and you smiled, blissed out. “So you want me?” “Yeah.” Bam croaked out, still focused on making you come fully clothed. “I’m gonna come.” You moaned out, fingers digging into Bam’s flesh as you rode out your high, hips stuttering against the faucet while slowly grinding.

“That was fucking hot.” Bam breathed out, releasing his grip on your waist. You swung your leg over the faucet and sat on the smooth part of the counter, grabbing Bam by his collar and kissing him roughly. You fumbled to pull down your pants and unbuckle Bam’s belt, opting to leave your shirts on as this was only supposed to be a quickie anyways. Bam pulled your panties down swiftly off of your body, leaving them to hang around your ankles. You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. You couldn’t help but snicker a little as you pumped him. “What?” He asked, looking a little pissed off. “Oh nothing. Just knew you were compensating for something.” Bam was angry now. “The fucks that supposed to mean?!” He pulled your ass down the counter to get a better angle of your heat. You laughed, “Alright, come on and fuck me pretty boy.” You wrapped your arms around Bam’s neck as he entered you, not even wincing. “God is that all of it?” You teased, Bam’s face a violent red as he bottomed out into you. “Shut the fuck up slut.” Bam spat and you grinned. He was doing exactly what you wanted. His thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you but barely giving pleasure. You jokingly yawned which really pissed Bam off. He grabbed your face with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t act like you weren’t fucking yourself against a faucet right in front of me two minutes ago, whore.” He spat and you simply smiled. “Am I being a bad girl?” You teased, inciting cringe-worthy dirty talk.

Bam moved his hands down to grasp at your ass, slamming you down on top of him as he thrusted. “Even the faucet made me feel better.” You whispered, the anger fueling Bam to get rougher. His hips were slamming against yours then, using all his might to fuck you properly. Soon enough Bam gave up on making you come that way, instead using his thumb on the hand that wasn’t now squeezing your throat to rub at your clit. You breathed heavier, still managing to spew insults between pants. “I bet Tim has a better cock than you.” His hand tightened around your throat. “Say that again bitch.” You tried to croak it out but his hand was even tighter now, the restriction sending shocks of pleasure down to your core. He loosened his grip as he began properly plowing into you, thumb moving at an intense speed. “Come for me slut.” He demanded and you giggled at his dirty talk. “Yes Sir Margera.” You teased but eventually obliged, finishing with a loud moan, head against the mirror. His thumb continued to rub your clit with vigour, refusing to remove it when you tried pushing him away. The overstimulation was getting too much until he had built you up to that place again, just teetering on the edge. “I’m coming.” He groaned, breathing heavily as he just about made you come for the third time before his thumb stopped moving, spilling into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum inside you. “I didn’t say you could come there.” You complained. Bam muttered an ‘oh shit’ and pulled out of you, watching the liquid spill out. “Fuck. You on the pill?” You laughed, “Yeah I just don’t want to skate with your cum dripping down my leg.” He shrugged and pulled you panties back up. “Problem solved.” You rolled your eyes, “Tim can fuck it back into me anyways.” Bam shot you a disdainful look and you cackled. “What’s wrong? First time a girl ever talked back to you in bed?” Bam muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, stuffing his dick back into his jeans. “I know you liked it.” He glared at you, fixing his hair in the mirror and preparing to leave the bathroom. “You’re an asshole.” He spat and you laughed, “Means a lot coming from the best.” Bam stormed out, leaving you with just your cargos pooled around your ankles, sadistic smile still playing on your face.

End.

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GIRL ALMIGHTY ੈ✩‧₊˚ THE PRE-RELEASE SINGLE

Girl Almighty is the first pre-release single by Boys Almighty ( also known as BAM! ) under Rainbow Entertainment. The song was a surprise drop on January 20th, 2024 with no warning or advertising in promotion for their re-debut album ; One and All.

Produced and written by ROZE, the song was greatly received and shot the group to instant fame, generating widespread anticipation for their first album under their new company. The song was not heavily promoted, with only a few music show appearances and few other official schedules, however the boys promoted frequently on social media with a dance challenge and sharing vlog style behind-the-scenes clips that captured the same aesthetic essence of the mv. Despite this, it peaked at 14 on the Circle Chart and 28 on the Billboard Hot 100, marking their first time on either chart.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ i. the music video

The music video depicts the 5 members and their friendship and adventures with a girl, the presumed girl almighty. The group shots include them all exploring their city and laughing, enjoying their time together in youthful reverence. Each member has several solo sequences with the girl, and it is clear by the way they look at her and interact with her that they have feelings for her, but are too nervous to admit them to her. Sammy's scenes include the pair roaming a school's sports field after hours, climbing the abandoned bleachers, and running and dancing across the grassy field. In Bo's scenes, the two are in a mostly empty fast-food restaurant, laughing, chatting, and sharing food. Taeyoung's scenes show the two in a bedroom, playing around with a vintage-looking camera. They take turns taking pictures of each other in different poses and playing around. Kiho's scenes show the pair riding bikes together in the dusk, riding circles around each other as their hair blows in the wind and the sun sets in the background. Kitae's scenes take place in the snow as the two play around, throwing snowballs, making snow angels, and chasing each other in the fresh powdery snow. The girl is always depicted as she is in the lyrics of the song, care-free and almost wild. However, we never see this girl almighty's full face, giving her an air of mystery. The video received praise for its cinematic quality in capturing a coming-of-age-esque story of longing.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ii. the styling

Styling for this song was essentially just casual clothes with a skater sort of style inspiration. Baggy jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets, and sneakers made up their outfits both in the music video and in the few performances they did.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ iii. the highlights

✦ although the release was entirely unexpected, it was incredibly well received by the public

✦ however, old fans of the group were completely blindsided by the changes to the lineup, and many were left wondering where jisung and dohyun had gone

✦ after new fans began looking into the group's background and began wondering the same, the company released statements that the two had simply decided against renewing their contracts with RBE for personal reasons

✦ the group gained 17M TikTok followers in the first few days after the song's release, several of their vlog-style videos going viral for the vibes

✦ one even gained traction with western audiences and being entirely in english it made a smooth transition to a popular '2024 so far' photodump trend

✦ the group gained a ton of new fans which was pretty divisive among old fans, there were those who were super excited to have an expansion to the fandom and then of course those who instantly became gatekeepers

✦ they also received plenty of praise for their visuals as a group, sammy admitting in a tiktok comment that he wasn't used to getting so many compliments

✦ a taeyoung edit of moments from lost boys to clips from the mv celebrating his debut while shading neverland went viral, causing the group's first fan war!

✦ eunji was asked about producing the song while she was on live, and she revealed that she didn't know it would end up being used for them, but that she had grown up attending the same schools as sammy

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girl-in-the-chairs-void · 1 year

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His favourite restaurant

Tasm!Peter Parker x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Peter lost a game of chess, now he had to cook dinner.

Warnings/tags: nothing but tooth rotting fluff, flatmate!bestfriend!reader, peter being stupidly in love, Star Wars.

Word count: 2k

A/n: this is a little self indulgent thing I started writing at 3 am. It’s currently 5 am. But I hope you enjoy!

“Spider-Man saves the day once again, today find out how…”

The endless chatter from the small tv drowned like background noise as they both sat on the carpeted floor. Peter had brought home an old chess board he had found at the thrift store down the street. It was old, the pieces were built of wood, thick and tall. It looked like an expensive board much to its being found at a thrift store. So, much to your complaints, he decided it would be a great idea for you both to play against each other.

“And..check” He glanced towards you before making his final move. A smirk crawling up his plump lips. Sure, he had a few tricks up his sleeve, but you were no stranger to the chess arena, either. “Nuh uh…look again, Skater boy.” Pointing towards the knight and rook that had surrounded his king, the move he was currently trying to make was only going to put his king in a difficult position…checkmate.

“Checkmate.” You stated, sitting back up with your legs crossed you extended your right hand towards him. He looked up, brown puppy eyes looking inspecting your hand like it was something alien.

“How did you do that?” He questioned, looking more in disbelief than you had initially thought.

You shrugged, smirking. “Call it beginner's luck.”

Moving your hand back towards, encouraging a shake.

“Win with dignity, lose with dignity.” You spoke up again. “We shake hands after games because it’s a sign of respect no matter the outcome.” You continued.

The light streaming from the window across the room was making it really difficult for you to keep your eyes focused. From here, the orange and pink streams glided their way in, bouncing beautifully off of Peter’s hair. It looked as though he had a halo right above him. Pale skin glowing underneath the dying sunlight as he sat up, matching your position and taking your hand in his. It caused an electric impulse to travel right up your spine. You shuddered under his warm touch as he softly shook your hands up and down. Dropping it after a few long seconds.

“Loser makes dinner, remember?” You reminded him teasingly. He groaned in response, throwing his head back on the couch as he covered his eyes with the heel of his palms. He wasn’t a bad cook, not at all. May had taught him well around the kitchen. He was just too lazy to do so sometimes. And today was only one of those days.

“Can I do it tomorrow, please?” He pleaded, soft brown orbs glowing in the light as he leaned against you, pouting. “I’ll clean the dishes instead.” He added quickly. Knowing that you were a sucker for not doing them when the sink had piled up on a busy morning or after late night dinners.

You juggled with his proposal. Consider it for a minute or two before an idea lights up in the dark of your mind.

“What if we both cook together?” You counter-proposed. As Peter nodded a little too aggressively in agreement, you laughed.

Carefully standing to stretch the numbing feeling out of your legs as Peter sat there with his head on the couch. Staring. You could have felt his gaze even from a mile away. Scarlet blood rushed up your neck and towards your cheeks as you tried to busy yourself with something.

Peter was staring. He knew he was. But just couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from your figure in the dim light of your shared apartment as the sun set from behind the windows. You looked like an angel, in your long Christmas Pajamas, a shirt that had ‘Merry Sithmas’ written in the middle of it in a big, Star Wars font. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Once you had managed to fully get your feet to wake. Turning the TV off, you gestured to Peter to come along towards the small area that was your kitchen. Soft feet padding down towards the small area as Peter was left to gather his thoughts in the next minute. He glanced back towards where you had once been, now shifting into the kitchen and taking out the bit pucks needed for dinner. He liked nights like these. Where it was you and him and some random tv noises. The whole world just melted away and it was only you and him.

“You coming or not, Parker?” You shouted from across the room. Breaking his chain of thoughts. He looked dazed. Wisps of soft hair in messed all directions. He shifted his head towards you, still on the floor, not moving.

“Be right there, bub.” He reassured you. Rubbing a hand down his face as he gets up, cleaning up the mess of chess pieces on the floor and arranging it again on the coffee table.

Peter joins you in the kitchen a good minute or two after you had called for him. You had turned on the small radio in the window sill, old 80s soft rock pouring around the kitchen. As you both fall in a smooth rhythm, working your way into the process before Peter stops abruptly in the middle of the kitchen, stopping you from moving towards the other side to your chicken.

“Wait, did we discuss what’s for dinner?” He questions. Which makes you halt your tracks as well, as you tried maneuvering your way from his side.

“I thought we could make our Chinese order.” You commented, matter of factly. Peter stood there, his emotions evident on his features as a smile appeared on his face.

“You got the recipe?” He asks in disbelief as you nod profusely, mirroring his smile.

“Yeah, Mrs. Kim said if I asked for it as a Christmas present she might consider giving it. Turns out she wasn’t kidding” You laughed. Moving past Peter, towards your (seasoned) chicken and putting it into a pot of boiling water.

Before you could move to cover the lid of it, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist, lifting and twirling you as you let out a squeal. Scolding Peter to put you down so you don’t knock over the boiling pot of chicken. Peter laughed at your protests, only going faster as you both laughed your heads off.

Setting you down, his hands stayed out on the dip of your waist. Turning you around to face him, his face held an unreadable expression. Earthy orbs moving between your own and then your lips. Soft, filled with joy and something else you couldn’t quite place. Before you could fully decipher it, Peter leaned in. Hands shifting to the low of your back as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing you in.

It took you a second to come to your senses before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Reciprocating the hug back.

You felt his lips move against the base of your neck as your eyes closed in delight. But they opened right back as you realised he was probably trying to say something.

Removing the grip you had on him, you leaned back. Still in the intimate range you had once been in but more comfortable.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” You apologised. Gesturing him to repeat himself.

“I said: Thank you.” He repeated. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he smiled down at you. Registering your lack of answer and the blown out look you had on your face, he continued:

“It was Ben’s favorite place. It was where he and May went for their first date actually.”

You were shook. Emotionally and mentally. You had known Uncle Ben for quite some time before he died. He was a great man. Always so kind and caring. You had spent a few nights at Peter’s to know he was a great cook (somehow managing to joke that it was better than May’s cooking).

After he passed, it was not easy seeing May and Peter cope with his death. It wasn’t easy for them, either . And for Peter to share that place with you, now. It somehow managed to sting your eyes before salty tears started pouring their way out.

“Aww, bub don’t cry. I was only saying thank you.” He cooed, feeling his own tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. He pulled you back into his arms as you sniffled. Slightly soaking a patch into his shirt.

“I’m sorry, I know you miss him, I didn’t know what that place meant to you. I’m sorry.” You cried a little more into him. His chest tighted, something pulled at his heart strings as he watched you cry for his Uncle. It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard of his death. You simply didn’t cope well with abrupt deaths.

“Sshh..it’s alright. Maybe he is happily looking over us right now.” He comforted, looking up towards the ceiling and imagining Ben, looking down on him with a smile on his face.

He hears the radio, a familiar tune dancing it’s way into his ears as he looks towards you. Taking a step back, and dropping his hands from you. You immediately miss his touch but before you could question his movements he offers you his hand. You look at him, confused before you recognise the familiar tune from the radio: Time after time by Cyndi Lauper.

“Dance with me, Y/n.” He says, with a smile so intoxicating that you couldn’t bring yourself to protest.

So you nod, taking his hand in yours as he twirls you around. A hand behind his back, the other above your head, spinning. Moving you out at an arms length and twirling you back in, flush against his chest and back again before he has you pressed against his chest, laughter filled with heavy breathing.

There is that look again, the soft smile, the puppy eyes with pupils blown out and…tenderness. He looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars. He licked his lips. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, slowly leaning in as if he were being cautious that a sudden movement would scare you away. You met him halfway, a hand at the back of his neck as dry lips met chapped ones.

It was gentle, and tender, like the ones writers describe in books. With butterflies in stomachs and fireworks and the smell of home mixed with him. You couldn’t think straight. Your lips danced against each other, perfectly fit before you were left gasping for air.

“Woah-”

“Wow-”

You both whispered, words overlapping against each other before Peter pulled you back in. It was more passionate this time. His arms enveloped you completely and you busied your hands into his hair, tugging and pulling before small groans were heard from Peter. He pressed against you as you started walking backwards till your back hit the kitchen counter. His hands were all over you, your neck, waist, hips.

He was all over you before you knew it, until a burning smell hit your nostrils and you gasped into his mouth. The chicken that you had forgotten to cover was now raging, the water overflowing out of the pot. Making a mess on the stove.

You broke away from Peter, gently pushing him away to grab the pot lid and slowing down the heat to stop the chicken from over cooking. As you looked back towards the brunette boy, who was still standing near the counter, touching his lips as if it weren’t there. You realised, you were in love with Peter Parker.

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babyboiboyega · 4 days

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Gekko Headcanons #1 : The Cookout

Pairing: Mateo De la Fuente/Gekko x Black!Gn!reader Headcanon: Taking Mateo to a family cookout would include... Content: fluff, profanity Word Count: 2.6k Author's Note: its been toooo long since I've written something, and of course my newest hyperfixation is the thing that gets me to write again LMAO gotta love it y'know? I am very new to the world of Valorant and this character, so please...if any of this seems ooc, kindly let me know. I'm still learning about him, I'm still feeling him out, but I just enjoy the character so much already. I also enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! <3 Tag list: @liyaawrites (aka, the person responsible for this obsession!!)

I wanna start off by saying that the second you mention taking Mateo to meet your family, the boy is geeked out of his mind. Maybe it's in passing during a conversation, or maybe you consciously bring up the topic once you feel it's the right time; either way, it’s met with wide, brown eyes that sparkle in excitement, and thick lips that part on an immediate agreement. Not only does an agreement follow, but he also immediately starts to ask what he should bring. What kind of get-together is it? Does he need to know anything beforehand? How does he need to dress, because he’ll be damned if he shows up underdressed when meeting the family of the person he loves. He only stops worrying when you tell him exactly what the function is – a cookout – and what he’s expected to bring – some dish that your mom/grandmother/auntie or other family member is requesting. And once those questions are answered, he goes straight to worrying about making sure it’s up to their standards. You have no idea why, but your family gives you and him the job of bringing the macaroni (and not any store-bought macaroni- they’ll know the difference). When he learns that it has to be homemade and that its a staple in the entire cookout, he instantly looks up recipes while thinking back to the ones his ma or abuela would use, wanting to put his own spin on it while also wanting to make a good first impression. It gets to the point where you find him up late one night, his phone’s screen illuminating his features from where he lays beside you. He’d turn his phone to you sheepishly, apologizing for the bright light and displaying a page called “how not to make macaroni and cheese” or something along those lines with a sheepish smile.

“Think they’ll like this one?” “Teo…baby…it’s 3 am.” “...you’re right, I should look for another one-”

The days leading up to the cookout are spent with him constantly going on about how excited he is to meet your family – specifically the cousins you’re the closest to and have mentioned before. In response, you warn him that your family can be…a bit much, specifically when someone brings their partner around. They have a tendency to ask too many questions, get a little too comfortable joking around, and are just all around loud and obnoxious sometimes…and he’d only reassure you with a knowing smirk and a raised eyebrow that not only is his family the same, but he’s so used to being around large families as his used to have get togethers all the time. He’s dealt with it before, and it'd be worth it to deal with it again if it meant he got to meet your folks. Despite the sentiments, you still warn him – especially of that aunt who always likes to make smart-ass comments and loves calling others out despite having her own problems in her life, to which he lets you know that he’s dealt with one of those and he’ll make sure that y’all are far away from that aunt at all times. He would offer to keep you dancing all night just so you had an excuse to not talk to that person, which would only lead to a conversation involving line dances.

Despite Mateo's affinity for the punk/skater aesthetic, I’d like to think that his Hispanic roots have resulted in him having a good sense of rhythm. I also like to think that he listens to a lot of music in his spare time, fostering an appreciation for different genres. With that being said, I think our boy could keep up with the line dances. When you offer to teach him a few just for fun, he’d be excited as hell, his lips curling into a full-blown smile as he’d watch you turn the music on and scroll through the first ‘cookout line dance’ playlist you find. When you find a suitable one and try to teach him, he’d be playful about the entire thing, claiming that he needs you to do it a few times although you know its just so he can see you dance, his eyes lingering heavily on your hips as you do so. And when you finally get him to join you, you realize that he may not have the steps down, but he’s got enough swag and rhythm to keep up and look like he knows what he’s doing, which is enough.

“One more time, princesa- I promise. I’ll get it this time.” “You’re just looking at my ass, Mateo-” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” (with a shit eating grin on his face)

Now…when it gets to the day of the cookout, you two would be up pretty early, going to get the supplies to make the macaroni before starting on it at home. He’d want to help so badly, but he’d also have no problem getting your input on it – after all, it is your family and you know how they usually like their macaroni. But he’d also insist on doing most of it himself which would result in about a few hours of him moving around the kitchen with a focused look on his face. His focus is only broken by you checking in on him, it instantly changing to a cocky, yet playful, smirk as he would nod to the pan that’s in the oven.

“How’s it goin, baby?” “Look at that masterpiece and tell me how it’s goin, mi carino. You see that golden brown on the top, you smell that delicious, scrumptious, decadent-” “Aaaalright, that’s enough-”

You know I have to mention the process of picking out outfits. I absolutely believe that Mateo would not only be down for, but would love being one of those couples that wears complimenting outfits. Not matching completely, but maybe having one article of clothing that’s the same color or maybe even wearing the same accessories. You two have too much personality and style to limit yourselves to wearing the exact same thing when going out, so he would love to wear complimenting outfits. He’d always make sure to pick colors that you enjoy wearing despite thinking that you look beautiful in every color.

“What about green?” “Oh…well…you know I don’t exactly look the best in green, baby.” “I wholeheartedly disagree, but we can look for something else, mi amor. No problem-”

I think that he’d be so invested in making sure y’all look good that he’d kind of forget about the macaroni that's in the oven. You can’t even blame him, because you’d be able to see the excitement radiating off of him as he gets ready, so you’d just gently, but amusedly, remind him.

“Teo.” “Yeah?” “Your macaroni-” “Mierda- my macaroni-!”

His attention would instantly switch to the macaroni, so much so that he’d still be standing in the kitchen, his eyes on the oven when you walk in fully dressed with Wingman trailing behind you, Mateo’s shirt in his beak as he chirps and trills. You wouldn’t be able to understand him, but you don’t really have to to understand the comedic radivore’s noises. You’d only be able to nod and agree with the little guy as you both watch Mateo hurriedly throw on his shirt before taking out the macaroni.

Now…lets get to the cookout itself. He’d hear the music and chatter immediately after stepping out of the car and would just look at you with a smile and excited eyes, offering to take the dish with one hand and your hand with the other. You’d be able to see that recognition in his eyes, the myriad of sounds that signify a family fellowship being ever so familiar to him. Homeboy would walk in the door with a wide and inviting smile, greeting people politely while also showing that he can be rather extroverted when he wants to be. Of course, he gets the typical ‘this must be yo lil friend’ from your family members, but he takes it in stride. But while taking it all in stride, he’d also make sure to kiss your cheek, your forehead, hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist– anything to show that the words ‘lil friend’ are just a title your family members have given him, and that the truth is he’s yours.

He’d show the macaroni to the family member(s) in charge of the food, watching with baited breath as they take the foil off of the top, their eyes looking at the golden-brown cheese on top before looking up at you two with a smile.

“Oooh, this looks good, Y/N.” “Actually, Mateo made it. I just helped him when he needed it; it was all him.”

He’d absolutely be geeked when they turn to him with an impressed look, their smile widening as they set it on the table with the rest of the food. And if you thought he had a big head when being told that it looked good, it’s nothing compared to when the first family member comes up and tells him that it tasted good. Chile, you’d never hear the end of it…though you don’t want to. It’d be endearing and sweet that he takes so much pride in making something your family enjoys. And when it comes to him actually eating the food prepared, he would not hold his appreciation back. There’d be a lot of ‘who made this’, followed by just as many ‘dios mio’s as he can dish out. The same goes for the dessert portion, especially the homemade pound cakes from your family members. Yeah, he’d have no problem asking for a to-go box; one for food, and one for dessert.

Throughout the duration of the cookout, he’d find himself constantly in conversation with someone from your family, whether it be because he had been pulled into a conversation, or whether it was because someone approached him with the intent of asking questions. Either way, Mateo would be game for any question asked, usually answering with an air of confidence, friendliness, and humor that made others love him instantly. When asked questions about you two’s relationship, he’d be quick and incredibly willing to answer, his eyes glancing at you adoringly as he does so with a smile on his face. It’d get to a point where you would have to ‘rescue’ him from more questions, citing that you wanted to dance just to get him away from your family member(s). And he’d happily let you pull him away, however, not before promising the uncles gathered around a table that he’d play spades with them the next round.

At some point in the night, you’d lose him for a few minutes, coming back to his empty seat after fixing a plate of dessert for both of you, and after scouring the yard, hoping that he hasn’t gotten himself into a less than pleasant conversation, you finally find him. Except he isn’t in a conversation- not with an adult, anyway. No, he’s seated in the yard, not too far at all from the kids table, smiling widely as the kids from your family gather around him. Their hands reach for and gently run over his hair, the dyed shapes and colors instantly catching their attention as they speak over each other, asking him questions.

“Why’d you do that to your hair?” “Did it hurt? Why’d you pick spots?” “My mama says people who dye their hair like that don’t want a job.” “Can I do that to my hair?”

You’d only be able to watch in fondness for a few minutes as he struggles to answer their questions, his facial expression showing exactly how much he enjoyed being the center of attention for the kids. It would get to a point where he’d look up at you with an expression that screamed for help despite the smile still on his face, and you wouldn’t hesitate in rescuing him. You’d never seen Mateo around kids before now, but going off of the vibes and interactions you’d see, it’d be easy to come to the conclusion that he’s pretty okay with kids. Because of his chill demeanor, not only is he seen as ‘cool’ to the youngins, but he’s also easy to interact with. It would certainly help that he’s got a little crew of adorable creatures who are intelligent enough to interact carefully with the kids. There’d be peels of laughter and excited chatter as Wingman does a trick when prompted by Mateo. There’d also be a time where Wingman turns to Mateo, chirping quickly and constantly looking back at the kids…and after a short conversation between the two, he’d probably smile, nodding his head towards the kids with a ‘have fun, be careful’. That’d be the only thing Wingman needs to hear before turning and joining the group of kids in their activities, the laughter being a constant noise as long as the creature is interacting with them.

When it gets to the end of the night and people start filtering out of the yard, he’d check in with you, asking you if you’re tired or if you still want to hang around with a look of understanding for whatever answer you give. It's only when you smile tiredly and sheepishly at him that he’d nod with a smile, telling you that maybe it's time to go. It wouldn’t be long before you two have a bag with your to-go boxes in them, making your rounds with your family members and saying goodnight. He’d leave Wingman to play with the remaining kids until it’d be time to go, waving him over once you two are ready to leave. (You can’t help but feel like you two have your own little family, and the earlier sight of him interacting with the kids certainly adds fuel to that thought).

The ride home would be spent going over certain conversations and interactions that had happened during the night, showing just how attentive Mateo had been the entire night. You’d also learn of some of the conversations he’d had when you weren’t around…and he’d instantly wave away your apologies for the nature of those conversations, an easygoing and amused smile on his face as he does so.

“Please tell me she did not say that to you- I’m so sorry, love-” “No need to say sorry. It was pretty funny, so its okay, mi cielito. So…you tried to turn the speed all the way up on the treadmill, yeah?” “Yeah, that’s enough of that-”

To put it simply: Mateo would be ecstatic that he not only got to spend an entire day with you and your family, but that he got to see how you interact with your family. It’s truly nothing like seeing the love of your life in their safe space with people they trust. He could’ve sat and watched you speak to cousins, aunties, uncles, whoever else and would’ve been completely satisfied. He’d go to bed thinking about the glow you had on your face as you spoke to family members you’d missed, and how he’d heard and seen you genuinely laugh with cousins when recounting old stories, and how you and your family connected over food, music, and fellowship...and yeah, he’d have to admit to himself in the middle of the night, while holding you close, that he couldn’t wait to have that with you in the future.

A/N: I hope that was fun to read, it was certainly fun to write! Once again, this is my first time writing for this character that I just found out about like...two weeks ago, y'all...be patient with me while I'm learning. BUT I'm gonna really try to write more this summer because I definitely won't have time to in the fall, so keep an eye out!

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 7 months

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For the sake of being in the Halloween spirit, and also inspiration from your name-

Vampire!Bam x gn reader where Bam and reader are already together, and reader thinks it’s funny to make Bam dress up as Dracula for a Halloween party. 🤭 I could literally come up with more Bampire scenarios lmaoo I just feel like younger skater boy vamp Bam would be so cute 😭

Bite Me!

Bam agrees to go along with Y/N’s costume idea- on one particular condition.

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, alcohol, drug mention, biting, hickies,

An: Aaa happy early Halloween!! I’m not sure if you can tell from how I write this but I don’t go to too many Halloween parties XD I really liked writing for Bam early on in his Jackass career in this one, but yet again I like writing for Bam in general. I’ve never been super into the whole vampire romance type thing but I think writing this changed my mind! ;)

“Come on, Bam! One couple’s costume isn’t gonna kill you.” Rolling your eyes at the sound of your boyfriend groaning, you smeared on white face paint in the bathroom mirror, the sink below you crowded with containers of various products. “Its fuckin’ stupid! I mean,” He reluctantly peeled himself off of his spot on your bed, walking to the bathroom to squint over your shoulder at your reflection, “A ‘Bampire’? Really?”

You turned to him, your faces so close you swore you got makeup on him, “Yes. It was either that or Lamb Margera, and I didn’t feel like being Little Bo Peep. So there.” Not to mention, you thought he’d look adorable in the whole cape and puffy shirt getup. Planting a peck on his cheek, you went back to your makeup before you felt his hands snake around your waist as Bam leaned in towards you, mumbling against your neck, “Fine…but on one condition.” God, it was so easy to get to him. You nearly giggled as he continued, his teeth grazing your skin, “I get’t bite you tonight.” Oh, there was no way you could say no to that. “Alright…” You feigned annoyance, “Just not too hard?”

A Halloween party the two of you went to would be a good way for you to meet some of your boyfriend's new friends, you thought, gazing out the window as you drove along dim streets. As of one month prior he was a tv star, which you still hadn’t gotten over yet, but all you knew about what he did was the new and progressively grosser injuries he came home with. When you imagined his co-stars, you pictured a room full of cool extreme dudes that wear lots of baggy jeans and listen to edgy music.

So when you opened the door, you were kinda surprised. “Hey, sexy!” A man who could have been the real life Tarzan clad in the tightest patent leather playboy bunny costume, complete with satin bunny ears and black high heels, grinned at your boyfriend, leaning against the doorframe. Woah. You couldn’t deny, this guy pulled it off. Turning to lead you in, he shook his genuinely impressive ass a little, showing off the fluffy white tail he had on, “Bam has been telling us all about you!” Your boyfriend played it off like it was nothing but you nodded, trying not to make it obvious what you were staring at as you filtered through the crowd towards the kitchen. He chuckled this charming stoner laugh, leaning against a countertop cluttered with half empty liquor bottles, “I'm Chris, by the way.” You smiled when he shivered a little as his skin felt cold marble, giggling.

Talking over the loud music, you chatted with him and Bam for a while about the show and how well everything was going with the show- they might even be getting renewed another season in a few months! Oh, you were so excited to hear you leaned over and planted one on your boyfriend’s cheek. He rolled his eyes childishly, keeping up his tough guy exterior as you giggled. Suddenly, with your arms wrapped around his shoulders, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye- a rainbow blur followed by a fireball from the far side of the marble counter that lit up the dim, crowded room in a hot orange glow before, just as quickly, flickering out. You could hear Bam, and everyone else at the party, cheering for the guy in the multicolored clown costume as he landed with exaggerated bravado. One the applause died down, he made his way over to you and Bam, grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. Your boyfriend grinned, taking one from him, “That wath, like- theriously gnarly dude.” As much as he tried to downplay the lisp, you really found it kind of cute, but he’d kill you if you said that in front of his buddies. Bam threw his arm around you, “Thith ith Y/N. ” His huge pupils almost looked like a part of his clown makeup as he fist bumped you, speaking with a voice that sounded like he gargled tacks, “Hey, dude! Wanna beer?” Before you could answer, one was already in your hands, but it’s not like you would deny a beer from a clown. Bam chuckled as the clown left as soon as he arrived, “And that wath Theve…”

The party buzzed hotly around you, just so many people doing so many substances- a hotbed of sweaty activity. Not really listening to whatever you were saying to him at this point, Bam glanced over your shoulder, eyes widening as he gestured to someone just out of your line of sight to come over. A few moments later, you felt a broad shoulder brush against your arm and you turned. God, he looked straight out of one of those old westerns, especially with the way he tipped that black cowboy hat as he smirked, leaning down to you and drawling sweetly, “Howdy.” God, why does your boyfriend have so many hot friends? You chuckled as Bam took to introducing him, “Thith ith Johnny, n’heth probably the cooleth dude here bethideth mythelf.” Johnny chuckled, cracking a crooked smile, “Aww, you flatter me.” Thinking of something, he turned to look towards the living room, “Hey, me’n the fellas are settin’ up ‘Pin The Dick On The Jackass’ over there. Wanna join?”

That’s how you ended up holding a brass tack with a giant red construction paper penis dangling from your hand. You nervously stared at the bubble butt in front of you, not wanting to stick Chris and probably give him tetanus. “C’mon, c’mon- just do it!” He giggled, looking back at you with an unexpected level of giddiness. The people around you laughed and cheered as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands shaky as you slowly moved them closer, until…

You felt Chris jump, his little bunny tail bobbing as he patted his chest, giggling, “Ooh!!” The room went wild at the sight of the paper dick swinging as he bounced on his toes as he chuckled, still managing to smile despite the tack in his ass, “Usually that feels pretty good, but that stung a little! Somebody get me a beer!” You couldn’t help yourself but to smile a little- these guys know how to have a good time.

“Really? A couple’s costume? Cute.” Ryan stood with his arms folded, leaning against one wall on the sidelines of the action. Bam rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah? N’whatre you thuppothed to be? Evel Kinevil?” Propping his helmet up on his hip, Ryan turned to him, grinning, “First off, I’m a motocross dude. Second of all,” He pointed to you in the center of the circle of people, “Y/N’s hand’s gettin’ pretty damn close to asses that aren’t yours. ‘You gonna do anything about that?” Ryan knew to play on Bam’s jealous streak concerning you, bored and wanting to see something happen.

Johnny gazed into the water of the big tin bucket, “Jesus…if you’re that bad with your mouth, I’d worry for Y/N…” Yanking his head up, water dripped down Bam’s forehead as he shot a glare at the cowboy, “Yeah, tho I’m gettin’ the damn apple!” It had been five minutes. Dunn chuckled, his teasing from earlier seeming to have done its job in making the party more interesting. You found it kind of cute to watch him frantically searching around for an apple, the fangs stuck to his teeth in no way helping him bite one. After what felt like forever, he whipped his head up, water spraying everywhere as he emerged victorious with the crisp apple wedged firmly in his teeth. “Alright dude!” Steve came up all smiles, patting him on the back with a gloved hand, leaning in, “By the way, I totally pissed in that water.”

“Are- are you theriouth?” Bam received a nod. Laughing, Steve got punched in the arm by your reasonably pissed off boyfriend (no pun intended), leading you to imagine this sort of thing was pretty routine for them. Gross. You could only wonder what other bodily fluids have been on him. As he stormed off to the bathroom, you felt a familiar hand grasp yours, leading you away from the hot crowd. Oh. Oh? Ducking down a dark hallway, you trailed behind Bam, not even thinking about how wet his hand was as the liquid dripped down your fingers.

Closing the door behind you, it was like you had just stepped into your own little world away from the chaos of the party. Music thumped through the walls softly, making your whole body vibrate as you leaned against the wall. You watched your boyfriend rinse his hair off in the sink under half burnt out vanity lights. Bam ran a hand through his soaked, dark curls, now half plastered to his forehead as he looked at you from the porcelain with those piercing blue eyes.

“Tho…” He stood up and took a step closer to you, his hands finding their place on your waist. Your noses nearly touched as he leaned in close to you, his breath warm on your skin as he raised an eyebrow, whispering against your ear with a fanged grin, “How ‘bout that bite now?” Heat rose from your toes all the way up to your cheeks as you blushed, flustered. He turned his head to the side, spitting the fangs out in the sink before dipping his head and closing in on your neck. You held your breath, but he seemed to hesitate for a second, watching your tense reaction with a smirk. He was playing with his food. Finally, after what felt like forever, you felt his teeth sink into your flesh.

You let out a whimper, not even noticing when the unlocked door to your side creaked open. Hell, you didn’t even pick up on it once the snickers started pouring in, too consumed by the purple, throbbing hickey Bam was presently biting into your neck. It took Chris leaning in, asking, “Hey, can I get one next?” To shake you out or your trance, whipping your head around at the crowd as they childishly giggled and gaged in mock disgust. Your face somehow turned redder than before, but Bam didn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest, chuckling, “How much’a that did you guys catch?” Johnny grinned, leaning against the door jamb, “Just enough.”

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ravenbloodshot · 21 days

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Yuzuru Hanyu (Figure Skater)- Mini Personality + Divorce Reading

Personality

I heard the word "fraud." I was already getting vibes that he may be a compulsive liar or the type to manipulate the truth. He may also make himself seem a certain away. The thing is, I'm not picking up a reason for why he lies. So it could be that he finds it easier to lie/passive others than he does being direct and potentially coming off as aggressive to ppl.

I don't know if he has some type of coach/mentor (its likely he does), this prominent person has been someone who's advised and guided Yuzuru through the most difficult aspects of his athletic career. Yuzuru may hold a lot of respect for this person as well. He listens to this person and accepts their guidance. He's someone that receives information really well (idk how to explain this but, I'm a boxing fan and I've been particularly watching Claressa Shields boxing matches, I remember her coach and even her fans saying what made her such a great boxer was her ability to take critique well and actually listen, then follow what was said to her. To give more context to my point, during one of her matches, her coach would yell out things to her like, "Keep your head up, Claressa, make sure to step back some." And she would literally follow the coach's exact words even adding a bit of her own jazz to it.) This is the energy Yuzuru gives me, an athlete that listens well to his coaching. May have something to do with the Japanese social/age hierarchy culture, in which people have to show a deeper respect to those older/more experienced.

He may have a fear of losing his wealth, understandably so, since I believe he has retired and now will have to live off of the money he's made over his athletic career. But this fear of his may cause him to not make smart financial choices. Like, instead of investing his money and trying to go through other avenues of gaining and ultimately maintaining his wealth, he may just start being more frugal. (Idk if he supports his family but I'm getting a vibe of him taking away gifts, for an example if he bought his mom a lavish car, he may have taken it back and gotten a cheaper one).

I feel like he has a weird mentality when it comes to fixing issues. It's like he has a traditional mindset of "This way of handling this issue didn't work, so I'm gonna just go back to doing it the way I used to." I don't think he's very smart, if I'm being honest. He's probably better at doing what he's told than to actually think for himself

Divorce

Well, this is simple. Whomever he married was too insecure and controlling. The type to put a tracker on his phone and still demand that he tells her his location.

Like I alluded above, Yuzuru is more passive and honestly not that smart. So he could have put up with a lot of her demands and shenanigans, may have even thought the behavior was cute during the dating stage until it wasn't.

Yuzuru's fans could have had a part to play in why it ended. Harrassing the couple and just made life hard for both of them, especially her. Not saying Yuzuru can control his fans, but I'm getting a vibe that he didn't exactly try to control them either. He kind of just let shit happen. Even when they were shit talking her online or sending hate her way, he never stepped in.

But overall, he married someone who wanted to be more of a dictator than a partner, someone who was not mentally stable.

La La La by Naughty Boy is a song that fits this reading's energy

#japanese tarot #yuzuru hanyu #spotify #yuzuru hanyu tarot #yuzuru

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ay-chuu · 1 year

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Boy's a Liar

Pairing: Skater boy!Jamil viper x Fem!Reader

A/N: Got the idea from @fukashiin thanks a lot, really liked your Jamil and a gift to @senpaiofotome my dear, love you <3 I probably have lots of grammar mistake, please remember that english is not my first language

Word count: 2.5k / Fluff + Kinda angst.

You were still nervously sewing a trench coat when the digital clock showed 03:47 AM. Normally, you'd never stay in the sewing workshop until that hour, but that night you really needed to get over your anger at life, so you got permission from the boss to sew something for the whole night. She was surprised, but she didn't refuse, she just gave the key and shrugged. While you continued to sew nervously, no ordinary events happened.

Until you got a needle stuck in your hand, swearing and sucking the blood from your finger, you didn't even realize that you were starting to cry. Your mood should have been too bad to handle any other small bad detail. You're not surprised. It's been a shitty week. You didn't even know where to start. You were late for school on Monday and got scolded by the professor. On Tuesday, you failed the test that you worked on for 3 solid mornings and nights. You sprained your right arm on Wednesday. You had a fight with Riddle because you forgot about the club activity on Thursday. And today, because of your dear siblings excellent troubles, you lost the chance to buy a computer that you have been waiting with the campaign for 3 weeks because your mother made it clear that you should stay in the school dormitory for the weekend. But the worst thing is that you got into a fight with Jamil, whom you've been seeing and in love with since the beginning of high school.

Oh… Jamil… He's the hardworking quiet boy who quietly comes to class with his skateboard and everyone admires. Even the people he hangs out with rarely show up, it wasn't your fault to not to get caught up in his mysterious aura. He used to cross his arms together and listen to the lesson with furrowed brows, and even where he sat, he looked like an art painting. Long bun hair, pale and attractive skin, gray and slanted eyes… it shouldn't be surprising that he was popular. But Jamil either wasn't aware of his popularity or didn't care at all, because he usually hung out on his own and walked through the aisles with stern looks. Jamil was also someone who touched and saw the soul of a person. You can say this with sincerity since the day you met him. Maybe that's why you fell in love with that idiot. In the first history lesson you attended together and since Crewel made you sit next to each other, you were overstretched because Jamil's facial features gave such cold expressions that even just someone sitting next to him involuntarily stretched.

But that's the trouble, appearances… they're just like the bitter peel of a fruit. It never introduces a its taste to person. If you can peel that peel, then you can only enjoy that beautiful taste in fruit.

Jamil was that strong taste, in fruit…

When you were doing group homework with your benchmate friend in history class, you noticed that his mood was extremely tense and terrible, you saw that his skateboard was broken. Just like that, you said a help sentence between words while investigating the work.

“In the back streets there is a 2nd hand shop selling skateboards, roller skates and bicycles. I can show you where it is if you want.” You said that by surprising Jamil. When he looked up and looked at you with confused eyes, you shook your hands with a little tension and whispered the sentence “never mind. anyway…” and then continued doing the homework.

There was a very strange silence in between, and when you thought you had completely ruined your chances with the guy you liked, Jamil's conversation surprised you even more. “Actually, I would love to… I don't think I can afford a new skateboard.” He said, looking at you strangely, rubbing the back of his neck. You shook your head quickly while reciting a prayer to God to regulate your heartbeat. “Sure… whenever you're available.” said, trying to be calm. And then you swore that you had seen the most beautiful smile in the world.

You couldn't do anything but admire Jamil while his long hair was waving at the edge of his face and he was smiling while his slanted eyes were getting more slanted.

Ah.. the best bonds were always random but quick.

“Then how does it sound after school?”

“I didn't know you liked knitting.” Jamil said, looking at the knitting needles in your hand.

You were startled by his sudden voice. You couldn't tell if your heart was beating from nerves or excitement. Because with Jamil's voice, the peaceful atmosphere inside the library, your calm mood and your enjoyment of the quiet moment turned into stress and excitement very quickly. However, you calmed down when you realized the question Jamil was asking. He was right, you liked knitting. But maybe you didn't care so much anymore because being in the sewing workshop became a job for you.

“Oh… you're right, yes. Still, knitting feels like a routine now.” You said with a shrug. But Jamil seemed to be upset by what you said.

“That's bad.” He said, looking at you with eyes as if reflecting his disappointment. When he realized that you were staring him, you thought or imagined that you saw a slight sign of redness on your cheek.

“Well, I mean for you to make unhappy something you enjoy in life. This doesn't suit you.” while he speaks to you nervously. But when this sentence only made you more curious and excited, you couldn't stop the sentence coming out of your mouth.

“What do you mean, it doesn't suit you?” you said it quickly and in a voice that could not hide its excitement.

Until now, all you've been doing with Jamil has been working on lessons you don't understand and missing classes in the library or in a pergola in the garden. You were so sure that he saw you only as a working friend all this time that a comment on your character, a special comment that showed how aware he was of you, increased your accelerating heart as if it would come out of your chest now.

“You are… a passionate person. Even in the little work you do, you are someone who focuses a lot and does it with the peace of mind that comes from loving it… just like the other day you fed each of the stray cats equally and fairly. The essence of someone is hidden in their details. You were… a very concise person, and- anyway, it's not my place to make this comment after I really didn't spend time with you outside of class and didn't talk about the specifics about you… I'm sorry.”

And my god. You were really sure that your heart was separated from your soul that day and get put back. Even though you cursed from the bottom of your heart that Jamil's flushed face, furrowed eyebrows and beautiful stares had caught you off guard so much, you couldn't feel anything but a feeling that you couldn't make sense of with the name that the comment gave you.

"… We can spend time together whenever you want, you know.” You said in a low voice.

Jamil smiled brightly

“Are you free after this study session?”

You'd think the only weird feeling you couldn't name was anxiety mixed with fear. Because only that feeling would make your heart beat so strangely.

"You know, maybe I can teach you how to skateboard too," Jamil said as he ate the ice cream in his hand and looked at the rainy weather. Turning your head to him and raising one eyebrow, you replied sarcastically "In this weather? You seem to want my death…” “Well- I mean, logically, rainy weather is more slippery, you know.” "Yes, but I've never ridden a skateboard before, and if you don't know, this is a risk for me to hurt myself somewhere," you said, laughing calmly. But Jamil wasn't laughing at all. He didn't even realize that he had dropped his ice cream while taking one of your hands seriously in his both hands.

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He said with a calm tone of voice and a deep look that looked all the way into your eyes.

But it's a feeling in love that you can't name. Because you won't understand until you live it.

That day, on the 7th date of you two, you realized that you were in love with him. You knew that you had only known the person you were talking about for 3 months, but how right was it to postpone feeling love to a person who was serious enough to say such words to you in just 3 months?

You got angry. You're SO angry. You couldn't even make sense of why you were so angry. Maybe it's the indifferent attitude and rude answers of your first love, but haven't you already experienced this with people you love and trust before? Well, the peoples used to trust… Perhaps that was the reason. After all these months and dates, after dedicating your heart to Jamil, you didn't want your trust to be broken again. No matter how small the reason for the fight was, you didn't want someone to make you feel that disgusting feeling again.

“I don't understand, I've been meeting you for 6 months, and not once in all that time have you made a joint project decision without my permission. You know how bad I am about polynomials, Jamil! I can't understand why you chose this because this is what you're best at, you've never seemed like a selfish person.” You said, raising your voice slowly. You were just trying to figure out why he did it and all you got were side-eye stares and cold sentences. However, you got a different reaction this time because the selfish word should have made that jamil angry.

“Don't you dare call me selfish.” “Then instead of giving me evasive answers, explain to me how to describe this action you have made.” “You are the irresponsible one. You stayed up late for class that day, falling asleep.” “Because some of us were studying for literature tests instead of sleeping, Mr. very knowledgeable.” “Then it's none of my business that some of us are impassive and retarded in some matters.” jamil said, shouting.

Idiot? Is that… is that what he thought about you?

You wanted to be able to get back the thoughts you were just thinking. Because you'd rather have your trust broken right now. Yes, because the breaking of your heart was definitely thirty times worse than the breaking of trust. You felt your breathing slow down, your tears filling up. Was love such a disgusting feeling? Why was it so changeable? You didn't know, but you hated how you felt. Your sudden silence must have brought Jamil to himself because suddenly his eyes returned to normal and he realized what he was saying. Just when he was reaching forward and trying to hold your hand, you took your backpack and left the classroom.

When you left the door, you ran to the toilet, sat on the toilet seat and locked the door, started sobbing quietly. If love makes you feel so shitty in your bad moments, you didn't want to feel it.

When the memory of the fight came back to your mind, your tears accelerated and began to fall into the palm of your hand. It made you realize that you were crying more. Still, you felt relieved inside, because the only thing that could make it easier for so many things to overlap was crying. That's why you just cupped your face and sobbed and let all the emotions flow through you. After a while, when you felt the vibration in your bag, you reluctantly pulled your hand away from your face and reached for the bag.

*Jamil <3, 3 missed decals*

While your hand was shaking, you blinked at the phone like an idiot. Nevertheless, you took a deep breath and continued knitting the coat, not breaking your pride and putting music in your ears. He didn't care. After making you feel perfect for months, you weren't going to give what you wanted by responding to a person that would break your heart with a racial sentence. You put the phone on silent mode and all you heard was music. However, it would be a lie to say that you could get Jamil out of your head “Thay boy's a liar.” You thought. This time the phone started to vibrate with the sounds of lots of messages. You nervously reached for the phone and tried to grasp what you were reading while opening the lock screen.

“I know you're awake.” " If you hadn't been awake by now, you would have woken up and picked up the phone without realizing who I was and started cursing when you heard my voice. " " Where are you?” "are you at home?” " Please answer, I want to talk.”

While you were trying not to break the phone, you unlocked it to answer. Where was he after that fight? Because you've never seen him? And now again, he is again pulling "no one who knows you better than me" ? Fuck you, Jamil. Fuck you.

“Leave me alone." You locked the phone again after typing, but after the vibration session that came back, you grabbed it with a grip while trying to not getting worse mood.

Jamil: If you meet me at the park and just give me half an hour, I'll do it. You: No. If you don't want me to block you, stop texting. Jamil: Then I will call Najma and tell her to disturb you. If you block her, I'll call that Kamil bastard. If you block him, someone else. I'm not giving up. You: Fuck you. Jamil: You are not in the dormitory, there is no light in your room. Stay in the studio, I'm coming.

And so about half an hour later you heard a hard knock on the studio door 3 times and you started yelling at Jamil while jumping out of fear and opening the door in anger.

“I'M ALREADY HERE, WHAT THE FUCK.” you shout while Jamil was embarrassed at the entrance of the door by awkwardly putting his hand on his neck. “Oh… sorry.” He said when he saw your angry exit for the first time. You noticed the skateboard and the IPOD next to him. He looked at you as he nervously put his hands in his pockets. "Well, this isn't the best place to talk-“ “Oh i think it is” You said with crossed arms. Jamil pulled his arm from his neck apart with a sigh and grabbed your hands, while you tried to pull his hand away but when he hugged you, you couldn't understand what he was doing and you exhaled in surprise. “Look, I know you're angry. You're so right, but at least let me explain honestly. Please…”

And you knew deep down that you couldn't say no to him when he was cursing at yourself. “Fuck love. Fuck that kind of feeling.” You clenched your jaw while you were thinking. He left you and put one hand in your hand while he took his skateboard with the other hand. While he slowly took your jacket and put it on you, he pulled you out of the studio. He was holding your hand, your heart accelerated so much that your face started to blush, and you quickly pulled your hand away from him and made the excuse that you should lock up the studio before the situation got worse. Jamil seemed disappointed. You didn't care. That bastard deserved that.

You were both quiet the whole walk. You were just looking at the road and not looking at Jamil. Jamil, on the other hand, was plugging in his iPod, changing the music every once in a while and looking at you sometimes. His hand touched yours again several times, but you thought he pulled it off assuming he was scared. Finally, when you came to the park, you just sat on the bench and again did not talk about anything between you.

It was Jamil who broke the silence. “Well, how's it going, then?” he said, trying to deconstruct the strange mood between you, but when he got “are you serious?” stare, he was tense on the spot. “Okay, you want to get straight to the point, I get it.” He said as he took a deep breath. And damn, he fell silent again later.

As the anger inside you grew, you noticed that you were cold. Just when you were getting up in anger and planning to come back, Jamil grabbed your face and made you lift your face and look into his eyes. “No matter what I say, no matter what excuses I offer, my behavior on that day was never acceptable. I'm so sorry… I was just… I was just having a shitty week and, and-“ Jamil swallowed. "And I was so nervous when the plans of what I was planning to do that day were disrupted, which, God, it seems so stupid when I think about what I'm going to do… I, I just want us to make up. Please. I am so sorry.” He spoke so fast that for a moment you tried to grasp what he was saying. But obviously Jamil misunderstood this, and when you saw that his hands were starting to shake in your hands, you couldn't help but pity him. Like that, you've just forgived him, you were in love with this stupid skateboarding idiot, and you couldn't help yourself. You didn't want to experience anything else shitty this week. You wanted to feel good things.

Quietly, you took his hands and took them to your lips and kissed them “Well. I forgive you. But… I need you to explain that day to me.” you said it quietly. Jamil looked into your eyes while shocked at the gesture you made. “Did you… did you cry?” he said in an anxious voice. He spoke quietly as you looked at him in shock, surprised at how he understood. “It's just... when you cry that your nose gets red and eye bags.”

For a moment you couldn't understand what he was saying, but then you giggled slowly and snorted. "You know a lot about me, Jamil…" you said, looking at your hands united in embarrassment. There was an awkward silence Decked out in between. Jamil was looking at you admiringly, while you were just looking at your hands with your head tilted down. Until Jamil pulled one of his hands away and put it under your chin.

“Yes, it is, but do you know why?” he said, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart beating in your chest. It was very difficult to breathe at that moment. You began to tremble too much to form a sentence, and you said a single word, trying not to shake your voice. “W-why?”

And from that moment on, you swore that time was slowing down. “Let me explain myself, what I planned to do that day was to confess to you, but all the photos on the broken skateboard that I was going to give you as a gift were thrown away with it, by stupid kalim bastard. thinking it was 'garbage.' " Jamil said sadly, "The tension of the week and the disruption of the plan have driven me crazy. I blamed my feelings for you on this issue because I would never let such stupid things be made to me, but god, it's so hard when I'm with you. That's why I took my anger out on you… But the only thing I wanted to do that day was not to take my anger out, but my love out of me. I'm so sorry, jamali…" Jamil said while stroking your jawline with his hands.. He slowly leaned forward and brought his mouth closer to your lips. “ But I can't keep it to myself any longer. I can never bear to be without you. Because I'm in love with you. A lot indeed.”

You didn't know why you were shocked when you just stared him and suddenly grabbed Jamil's face and gently pulled him to your own lips.

His lips gave you the taste of that beautiful peeled fruit. When you put your hand gently on his cheek and bowed your head, you swore that you had entered heaven. You slowly returned to the real world, hearing the feeling disappear and leaning his forehead against yours, sarcastically asking you questions.

“I take that as a yes?” "Idiot… I love you too. Now shut it and kiss me.” You said while chuckling. The short and sweet kisses continued until Jamil cut it and stood up while held out his hand.

“It's 5 AM and I want nothing more then to show universe that I have opened up to you while shout out my happiness. Come with me.” and after that, since you put one of his airpods in your ear, you don't even remember how the time passed, all you know is that the sunlight slowly hit your face at sunrise, Jamil was trying to teach you skateboarding, you were screaming slowly, and he was laughing. The music in your ear, the warming air, Jamil's face and the smell of pine trees. You swore that you would remember these things for the rest of your life.

At one point, while you were riding the skateboard and giggling, Jamil stopped you and made his face serious “Hey, you didn't tell me why you were crying. Who has upset you? Me?” he said anxiously. “I don't know, I've already forgotten. " you said, chuckling happily even tought you knew the answer. You just didn't want to ruin the moment since it was in the past. Jamil repeatedly asked you about the same question in a different ways, while you just kept trying to ride the skateboard and giggling. He realized that no matter what he said, he would not get an answer. So he just grabbed your face and gently touched with his lips to yours, maybe for 20st time he said sorry with body language and calmed you down.

Maybe you were right. Jamil, that boy was a liar. But he's a sweet liar who lies enough to make you feel that there's no other important being but you.

And love at its worst was a disgusting taste that made your mouth bleed with pain. And strangely, that beautiful smell and taste that could take away that taste with itself again...

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