#why do lil girls idolize the hot mean girl

[femme-dor]

Maybe it’s just me here, but y’all notice how girl rebellion went from being punk, accepting body hair & flipping off men who cat-call, to being the hot conventionally attractive mean girl in 2000’s pink who manipulates & is rude to nearly everyone because why not?

[01zfan]

hii could u write about eunseok and reader secretly dating in college ; like hes the cool boy who’s always helping us and when we do a joke he says its not funny just to see the reader smile ! and the reader is literally the sweetest girl + shes funny BUT one day reader go to college with a hickey from eunseok and their friend group (who doesn’t know about them dating) make suppositions about who she’s fucking behind her back (not in a mean way ofc !!!) and eunseok just happened to be with them at this moment ! soo he could get jealous and hint that she’s dating him etcetc till reader join her friends and sits right next to eunseok or wtvvv you can make wtv you want for the endung haha

hi anon! i hope you like what i did with your request, thanks for sending one in heh

hot girl semester | s. es

secret!bf!eunseok x reader | 2.6k words

mainly fluff and a little suggestive. basically the reader is supposed to be in her hot girl era but that is impossible when she’s immediately locked down by eunseok (she’s just like me). not proofread.

contains: making out. a lil bit of jealousy. random idols mentioned for worldbuilding

eunseok met you through a mutual friend. he had you in introduction to psychology but could never bring himself to say a word to you. you on the other hand, said hello to eunseok every time you passed by him on campus. whether it was in the quad or in a testing hall, whether you were alone or with your friends you never hesitated to wave your hand at him and say “hi eunseok!”. your chipper voice and cute smile had become engrained in his head. eunseok just couldn’t figure out why you wanted to say hello to him so badly. 

he was eating with his friends at the dining hall when he saw you before you saw him. you were browsing the different food they had available for the day.

“that’s the girl i was talking about earlier.” eunseok points to you. the whole table turned their head in unison.

“don’t all look at once!” eunseok wastes his breath, because they all stay staring at you across the dining hall.

“oh, that’s who you were talking about?” sohee finished his food a long time ago. he pauses whatever he’s watching on his phone to look at you. 

slowly, everyone at the table figures out it’s you who eunseok is talking about.

“she’s like the sweetest person ever.” sungchan says in between a bite of food.

“she’s always like…hi shotaro.” shotaro says copying the infliction in your voice.

sungchan laughs and points at shotaro. 

“that’s exactly what she sounds like. she’s adorable.” seunghan says.

“me and her are pretty close.” anton looks up from his assignment just for a moment to add to the conversation.

everyone else at the table was indifferent to what anton said. eunseok found himself taking an interest, turning to anton.

“how so?” eunseok tried not to pry. one thing his friends were good at was giving him a hard time.

“well we were in the same orientation group and we just stayed in contact. she’s probably the sweetest person i’ve ever met. she’s really smart too.” anton said casually.

“outta your league.” sohee says, not looking up from his phone.

“womp womp.” seunghan gave eunseok a thumbs down.

“i can’t ask questions?” eunseok said.

“she’s coming over here.” sungchan’s teasing voice was about five octaves higher than his normal one.

when you made eye contact with eunseok, sungchan elbowed him playfully. you came towards his table with a group of your own, girls eunseok did not recognize.

“hey guys!” you waved at everyone at the table individually. eunseok watched as all his friends smiled and waved back at you. your kindness had that effect of people. eunseok tries to recall seeing wonbin smile as big as he did when you playfully pulled at his beanie.

“you know it’s summer right?” everyone at the table laughed. eunseok felt himself holding back a smile.

eunseok watched as you intermingled friend groups. you introduced your girls to his friends, some of them already knowing eachother.

“now we are all acquainted, can we sit here?” giselle, one of your friends asked.

“yeah the dining hall is packed and you guys are taking up alot of the seating.” you said.

everyone at the table looked towards eunseok. eunseok was too busy looking at you looking at him to notice all eyes on him.

“eunseok is thinking.” shotaro laughed looking up at you from the table.

“of course you can sit here.” eunseok started moving everyones things to the side “move over guys.”

“wahh.” sungchan moved to the other side of the table to sit next to wonbin.

“our cool guy eunseok.” anton smiled. anton didn’t move, giving you space to squeeze in next to eunseok. 

your friends quickly chose seats. giselle and winter sat inbetween to shotaro and sungchan, bahiyyih sat next to anton, and sullyoon went by seunghan.

you squeezed in by anton, sitting next to eunseok. everyone went into chatting amongst themselves, many of them sharing the same classes. you watched bahiyyih and anton talk about their sociology class, helping eachother sign into the classes groupchat for study groups. you and eunseok were the only ones completely silent at the table.

“hey eunseok.” you couldn’t stop smiling. eunseok’s ear started becoming red. were you teasing him? he didn’t know anything except for the fact that he was smiling hard for no reason.

you and eunseok eventually started a conversation, but eunseok couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. he couldn’t wipe it away when you touched his arm, or when you snuck him your number underneath the table. you and your girls left eventually to get to class, while the boys stayed a little longer. eunseok had to remain neutral, trying to not bring any attention to himself. he kept your number safely in his pocket until he made it back to his dorm room.

eunseok texted you first. he was the one who took the leap to ask you to come over and hang out while shotaro was gone. of course, you knew what this hangout was going to be. within ten minutes of walking through the door, eunseok’s lips were on yours. before you knew it, you were waking up the next morning in eunseok’s bed. he had his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in close. you unwrapped his arm from yours, successfully not waking him up. you left just in time, turning the corner to see shotaro knock on the door before going in. you cursed yourself for leaving behind your bra. you made the trek back to your apartment, thinking about the night before.

giselle eyed you when you came through the door of your shared apartment. 

“i thought you’d be at class by now?” you said. you didn’t look too disheveled, but still it was obvious you had a night of fun.

“i don’t have class on tuesdays.” giselle laughed. she was sitting on the couch and pointed at your shared calendar “did someone fuck your memory away?”

“giselle!” you grumble.

“i’m not the one to judge. hot girl semester, right?” giselle said looking at you from the couch. 

“right.”

you forgot about the goal you and giselle set for this semester. focusing on school, not making time for men besides the occasional booty call. 

“no catching feelings.” giselle pointed at you mockingly. 

“it was a one time thing, giselle.” 

you went into your room and shut the door. you made a promise to yourself to not see eunseok again. this lasted only a few minutes after eunseok texted you saying how badly he wants to see you again. and that you left your bra, that shotaro almost found. it’s no surprise you were at his house the next night. and the night after that. anytime shotaro would be gone you were there. giselle never questioned it, but you believed she was bringing people over as well.

casual hookup turned to dates, and friends turned into dating. you had your reservations though, dating someone so close to the school year starting. so eunseok also ended up being the one to make the compromise.

“we don’t have to tell anyone we are seeing eachother.” eunseok had his hands in yours, gripping them tight.

“i’m not ashamed of us. i want you to know that.” you said, rubbing his hand. 

“i know. i get it.” eunseok hated the secrecy. he understood the privacy, but secrecy was too much.

“lets just keep this between us, for now.” you patted his head, making eunseok smile.

that was three months ago.

eunseok now sat next to you on the couch, breath hot on your neck. your book was long forgotten, the notes you were taking on it probably being wrinkled underneath your bodies. his laptop with his twelve paged paper (that was due tonight) sat open on the coffee table in front of him. all that mattered was trying to pull little whimpers from you, and to get as close to you as possible.

eunseok sat on the couch and pulled you to straddle his lap. you let out a little sound, probably surprised by how fast he grabbed you. 

eunseok wasted no time bringing you closer with one hand on your ass and his other pressing on the small of your back. you kissed him like you were in a rush or distracted.

“we have all day baby.” eunseok pulling away from you. you brushed hair away from his face, looking him in the eyes. eunseok smiled when you brought him in for a slow kiss.

it was yearning kiss. not only did sneaking around take a toll on you, but the course load was tiring as well. you often found yourself sleeping on eunseok’s couch sitting up, him moving you to the bed. you were losing time, always thinking about how badly you wanted to be with him.

eunseok must have felt the same, because he never let you out of his hands when he got a hold of you. at parties he would always stick close to you, keeping an eye on you at all times. he respected that you wanted to be with your girls, and that no one knew you were dating, so he kept to his group. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t watching you the whole night. 

you were both interrupted by a phone call. instantly your eyes shot wide open and eunseok almost laughed at the cartoonish expression you had. you reached for your phone on the coffee table behind you and eunseok kept his hands on you to give you balance.

you grabbed your phone and looked at eunseok in panic. you showed him the caller ID before answering it.

“hey giselle! what’s up?”

eunseok looked at you as you gave giselle all of your attention. you mindlessly grabbed on one of eunseok’s hands, tracing patterns on his hand.

“i completely forgot about the study group with everyone. i’m at the library right now, so i’m pretty close.”

giselle says something eunseok can’t hear, but he sees your eyes get wide.

“i don’t know where eunseok is, you’d have to call and ask him.” you try so hard to not sound suspicious, but a nervous twinge to your voice makes it go up an octave.

almost immediately, eunseok feels his phone ringing in his back pocket. he moves forward, still holding you in place to grab his phone. eunseok giggles before showing you the caller ID.

eunseok declines the call and puts the phone back in his pocket. eunseok goes back to kissing any part of your body he can get to, light and feathery.

“he declined? maybe he’s busy i’m not sure. but i’m coming. i’ll be there in like fifteen minutes.”

eunseok’s lips find his favorite part of your neck. he starts sucking lightly, careful not to leave a mark.

“giselle, no i’m alone right now.”

“no i’m not with jake!”

eunseok considered himself to be very level headed. he approached everything with an attitude that helped him shed negative emotions. but he couldn’t stop that jealousy from bubbling in his chest at the mentioning of jake, someone who had been doting on you since the start of the semester. so eunseok started to suck a little harder than usual. a hand also creeped its way up your shirt, squeezing your breast.

“i’m serious! okay bye i’ll see you soon.”

you hang up the phone and lean into eunseok’s lips. his hand grips you a little tighter.

“eunseok i have to go.” you say without moving. eunseok murmurs “mhm” into your skin.

you snap out of your reverie when eunseok lightly bites your neck. you break apart from him quickly and look down at eunseok. his hair is pushed back, his lips slightly parted in a pout.

“did you leave a mark?” you say bewildered. eunseok wordlessly nods his head.

“eunseok! all of my makeup is at my apartment across campus.” you punch him in the shoulder lightly, but he dramatically rubs his arm for effect.

“wanna leave one on me too?” eunseok bent his neck. you were tempted, but you were the one who wanted to have study group, you had to go.

you gathered all your stuff, putting your things in a backpack. you quickly walk over to his door. eunseok follows behind you, pulling at your clothes a little. before you open the door you turn around to face him. 

“show up ten minutes before me. say you were sleeping.” 

you take a detour before going to the study group. you make it to the bathroom to inspect your hickey. it’s unsalvageable. you take out a sweatshirt, from you bag. too warm for the weather. you pull it up all the way, covering up a majority of your hickey. you realize looking in the mirror you have eunseoks’ sweater on.

eunseok beats you to the study room. he walks in to see his friend group have a heated discussion. they are not talking about work, instead they have bahiyyih and sullyoon on each side of the whiteboard. on the board there’s “WHO IS SHE FUCKING?” im big bold letters. the entire room is laughing writing random names of every man you have interacted with this semester. eunseok sees jake, sunghoon, mark, jaehyun. with each name eunseok feels himself get more and more jealous. he remembers seeing some of these men approach you at parties, trying to get you to go home with them. eunseok had no reason to be jealous, each time you went home with him. sometimes you would even slip in declarations of your devotion to him while you were together.

but when eunseok sat down at the table, there was a silence that settled in the room. 

eunseok pointed at the name that pissed him off the most. sunghoon was the one you spent the most time with, especially because you two were in the same group for a project.

“he’s not really her type.” eunseok says simply.

“oh here he goes.” sungchan laughs.

“what’s her type then eunseok?” shotaro looks to giselle. giselle looks at shotaro.

when you enter the private study group room, instantly everyone is digging into you. you try not to look at eunseok, even though he’s staring at you intensely.

“what the hell is that on your neck?” sungchan points at the blooming bruise peeking underneath your collar.

“i thought you were in the library, you little minx.” giselle elbows shotaro next to her. you see those two are sitting pretty close together. 

“she was not reading books.” anton emphases the not causing the table to laugh.

“y’all need to mind your business.” you can’t stop smiling though. you know the teasing is lighthearted and comes from a good place. knowing that they don’t know it’s eunseok who left those marks made you want to laugh as well.

“we are trying to figure out who you’re fucking and you’re laughing?” wonbin looks over to you from the other side of the table. 

“i thought we came here to study?” you say pulling out your books.

eventually, you see sullyoon write an “e” everyone in the room goes dead silent. shotaro rips through the silence with a loud laugh. now your face is really hot, looking at eunseok’s name slowly be spelled out by sullyoon. 

you stare at eunseok’s name being written on the whiteboard. 

“if you guys bring that type of energy into exams you will ace them.” you smile looking to eunseok.

the study room erupts into cheers and laughs. you hear several “i knew it’s” and “i told you’s” as you take out your books and papers.

“now that’s out of the way can we study now?”

[alphabetboyluvr]

sundae (kinda love) | kth

pairing: non-idol!taehyung x female reader - childhood friends, unrequited pining, missed connection

premise: you always thought kim taehyung's lips would taste like chocolate sundaes, but when you learn -through a friend- that he tastes like watermelon chewing gum, the illusion shatters. so does your heart. in time, so will his.

warnings: a lil angsty, big question mark on a happy ending? (it's an ending! i'll give it that much!), short n sweet, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, tae is stupid!, but also not to be blamed (or at least not until the end), insinuation of emotional affair, big regrets, ballroom dancing, no smut and no fluff

wordcount: 1.1k

note from holly: originally written as a submission for my old writing groups monthly prompt - "I wanted it to be you. God damn, I really did." This is ooooooold, but it just felt apt with love me again and rainy days. i also believe it's the oneshot that someone on wattpad commented 'why are the tae ones always so shit' so MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL! lmaooo.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

"Quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow," repeats the familiar shrill of your dance instructor. "Nina, back straight! Namjoon, footwork!"

The village hall you're in is musty, dust particles imitating you as they dance in the sunlight that beams through the wide windows. It's a Saturday morning, and there's no place you'd rather be less. You're dancing with your best friend, Nina, because there are only three boys in your class of twelve.

There's Jimin, the star student; Namjoon, whose mother forced him to attend because she thought it would be good for him; And then there's Taehyung, their best friend.

He's only there because he has nothing better to do when his only buddies are too busy learning the paso-bloody-doble to hang out with him.

It's spring, and school is in full swing. They're growing, and as time lurches forward, they find themselves with less and less chances to enjoy one another's company.

And so Taehyung's shoes tap along the varnished parquet all rather naturally, much to the dismay of Namjoon, who really is trying his very hardest.

"Now! Turn!" Your instructor commands. "And switch!"

You throw Nina a look -one that she gives you right back- which you both understand to mean 'ugh'. Stupid switch you always think, and refrain from rhyming it with how you feel about your instructor.

There's no part of you that wants to hold hands with other random kids from your village as you Cha Cha Cha across the dance floor. You just want to spend time with your best friend.

The same can be said for Taehyung, but when the switch happens, he finds himself dancing with yet another random girl - Nina.

He glances over -checking who he stole her from- and when your eyes meet, he stumbles on his footwork. Nina giggles, and he looks down all bashfully; pink in the cheeks.

When he looks up, he's looking at Nina. She giggles again, and he gets a little shy, but he starts dancing with her like a duck to water. Something about them just seems to... work.

You suppose you should have seen it coming when the next week he asks to dance with Nina again.

At least, that's what you assume he's doing when he approaches the pair of you. She kind of just hops up and drags him away before he even gets a chance to ask.

When they reach an empty spot on the dance floor, Taehyung glances back over to you and purses his lips. His eyes are soft, and so wonderfully brown that you think he must taste like chocolate sundaes on a hot summer's afternoon.

You're fifteen when you watch from the sidelines as rosettes are pinned to their clothes.

Taehyung's in a suit - dark, a little too big for him. His bowtie is green; a congratulations gift from you, given on the night they smashed through regionals.

Nina is in a matching green dress. Pretty, hair pinned back, perfect. Just like always.

The village hall has been swapped for a convention centre in the heart of the big city. They've just won third place. Jimin and his partner snagged first. Namjoon didn't make the top twelve. He tried, though.

You're beaming, outrageously proud of their achievement - but when Taehyung's eyes find yours in the crowd, his smile falters. It softens after a moment, and he nods. You nod back. Smile. Whisper 'well done'. He grins, now, and Nina notices his line of sight on you, so she waves. You wave, too, but you'll tell her well done later.

When you're eighteen, in a bar in the heart of town, Nina tells you that Taehyung tastes like vodka lemonade and watermelon chewing gum. You don't see him that evening. He sends you a text as the sun begins to rise:

'Didn't see you tonight. Missed you tearing up the dancefloor.'

There's a smile on your lips, though you really wish there wasn't. You both know you've got two left feet. It was always Nina's thing.

You send him back a picture of the chocolate sundae you're nursing, and tell him that you hate watermelon.

He doesn't understand, and assumes you're drunk. You kind of are, legs slung over the side of a sitting room chair in your family home.

You mean what you say. Detest watermelon. Loathe it. Had been eating it the day before without a care in the world, but feel sick just thinking about it now.

You've loved the idea of Taehyung tasting like chocolate sundaes since you were a kid - but now you know otherwise.

It's ruined your perception of him.

Although it hasn't really.

Not in the slightest.

For when he shows up at your twenty-first birthday party without a gift, but a bottle of chocolate liqueur instead, you have to fight yet another smile.

"For all those sundaes," he says.

See, it's become a bit of a ritual.

Every time those pretty lips of his end up on Nina's -and he pretends to care about the fact you aren't around- a picture of a chocolate sundae lands in your message thread to him.

He still doesn't understand it.

Though he does smile when he sees them on menus, and he thinks about how much he'd love one whenever summer comes around. He never indulges, mind you.

Never.

Not until a few years later, when it's the only option for dessert in a gilded reception room, back in your hometown.

He doesn't think it's apt. It's autumn, not summer. Far too chilly.

It's been close to two decades since he first saw you dance - and you're still just as shit - but there's something beautiful about it, now. Maybe it's the flowers in your hair. Maybe it's the way you're looking at your groom, pink sunset pouring through the windows, fairy lights glittering above you. Maybe it's your dress.

Or maybe it's the way your eyes catch the light as you glance over towards him. He's holding your bouquet -Nina had palmed it off on him- and he nods. Smiles. The taste of chocolate is bitter in his mouth.

And only now does he really understand.

Because truthfully, he had wanted it to be you in that dreary village hall all those years ago, too.

God damn it, he really had.

Taehyung knows he shouldn't, but when he's had a few too many drinks, and your groom is off entertaining his friends, he sits beside you. You're watching your wedding party from the back of the room with a smile on your face.

When you look at him, you know -finally- he tastes like a chocolate sundae, now. Your smile falters. It's bitter. The sundaes are sweet, you assume. Haven't had one. Won't have one.

"Should've been you," he says so quietly it's almost a whisper.

You hate that you understand what he means. Hate that you nod. Hate that you're thinking about the way he tastes. Hate that your heart beats faster now than it did when you said 'I do.'

Hate that you say:

"Should've been us."

[yuniniverse]

Sudden Confession?!

PAIRING !  ━ non!idol nicholas x reader

GENRE !  ━ slight jealousy (only if you squint?), this is the fluffies thing I've ever written omg.

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ do not reblog as it's for the birthday girl yuvie only ^^ happy birthday again love~ a Lil surprise for you from me and Maya ^^

Leaves crunch against your feet as you lift your head up with a smile, eyes closing as you take in the quiet morning as you walk to school, one hand clutching your backpack and the other holding your phone which kept buzzing

You shrug it off, thinking maybe your friends were going crazy again and we're on each other's necks, you only wanted peace and nothing else so you drop your phone in your backpack

"Yuvie!" You turn your head to your name being called, the peaceful demeanor quickly changing to you trying to not blush as you see your crush Nicholas run up to you

"Hey, you're early too" he strikes a conversation bit awkwardly, you just nod and wallk with him

Walking to school with him wasn't any new to you or him, you two always were early so you just started walking to school and he'd drop you back home too

You notice how your hands kept brushing past his, red spreading across your cheeks as you power your head, hand gripping onto the backpack as your heart goes crazy

Nicholas however notices how you were red, his mind thinking you were probably just too cold so he mindlessly takes off his hoodie and drapes it on you and walks like he didn't just worsen your condition

"What?" Nicholas asks trying to find out why you were growing redder each second, you just shake your head, "you dint talk much do you?" He asks again, now smiling, "i prefer to hear people talk" you say shrugging as you look away

"I like that about you" he states, you look at him, now it was his turn to be red, "hm?" You ask tilting your head in confusion, "you listen, not many people listen to others, you're actually a sweet girl and i love that about you" he states again looking away, you bite back a smile and just nod, "you missed your class" you say to which he stops in his tracks and runs back to his , "thank you!" He yells before stumbling into his class, "cute" you mumble and walk into your class

"Aw is yuvie thinking of her crush again?" Her friends state as they coo at the girl who shot a glare at them, "don't even start, it's only 8 am, save the readings for later" she huffs as she buries her head in her arms, only to smile and kick her legs mentally at the cute interaction between her crush and her

"Psst, Yuvie." You heard a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around, you spot Nicholas, the boy that makes your heart go crazy. "Hey, Nico." The shyness in your voice didn't go unnoticed. Nicholas finds it so cute. He can't even hide the way he smiles upon hearing your voice. "How are you today?" Nicholas' charming smile makes your heart beat faster and your face feel hot. "I'm doing fine I guess, what about you?" You struggle to make eye contact with him. Another thing he finds so cute. "I was doing okay, but I'm feeling great now that I'm speaking to you." His flirtatious words always managed to make you feel weak in the knees. "Oh hush." You giggled and so did Nicholas. Whether you knew or not, you were so important to him.

"Nicho... it's been a while now, don't you think you should confess?" Jo suggested. "I mean.... yeah... I've been thinking about it." Nicholas scratched the back of his neck nervously, thinking about how he should go about confessing. "If anything, please be like Jo who got his girl and not like Maki who's still contemplating on if he should confess to Ma-" "Zip it." Maki glared at Eujoo. "My bad." Eujoo let out a nervous chuckle. "You're right though, it's time I let Yuvie know how I feel."

The day was coming to an end. You were peacefully walking home, when suddenly your stomach began to growl. 'Should I grab something to eat?' You thought to yourself. "Hey you!" Nicholas whisper shouted. "You scared me!" You playfully hit his arm. "Why are you walking all alone?" Nicholas continued walking beside you. "Because.... I am." Nicholas chuckled at your answer. "Okay then. Hope you don't mind me joining you." Nicholas winked. "No, I don't mind." That feeling in your chest came back. The beat of your heart speeding up.

"You okay?" Nicholas tilted his head to the side, eyes showing concern. "Oh, yeah I'm fine.... just a little hungry." You avoided making any eye contact with him and continued walking. "Oh really? I can buy you something to eat." Nicholas offered. "No, it-" "What would you like?" He smiled at you. "Hmmm, maybe fries." You finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes. "Got it." Nicholas held eye contact for a moment, taking in how beautiful you are.

"Are you sure?" You slowly took the cup of grapes out of his hand. "Yes, anything to see my girl happy." Nicholas didn't mean to let that last part slip out, but he hoped you didn't notice. However, you did. "Did you just call me.. your girl?" The heat rose to your cheeks as you processed what he said. "Well, I just exposed myself." He couldn't stop himself from laughing. "What do you mean?" You couldn't believe the situation. Was Nicholas about to....confess?

"I like you, Yuvie...so much." Nicholas leaned a little closer to you. "I..... like you too." You shyly smiled, lowkey enjoying where this was about to go. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Nicholas' gaze made you feel a lot of things. You honestly forgot you were in public. "Yes!" The excitement in your voice was amusing to Nicholas. Suddenly, he brought his face even closer to yours and placed a little peck on your lips. "That's all?" Even though the peck was just a second, you still felt the feeling of his lips lingering. "We're still in public silly, I'll kiss you properly in private, so let's go." Nicholas smirked at how you looked away upon hearing his words. Well, now you had to get going because you definitely wanted Nicholas to kiss you properly.

[trashlie]

hey this is lil anon again :3 listen we're all so feral about the latest fp episode can i just talk about it some more please and dump my thoughts here bc oh my god so many thoughts 🙏🏾 you can leave my other, longer ask in your inbox for now if you want to it's totally fine bc sdhfgdhfjksdhfk FERAL

PLEASE it is actually soooo funny how maya asks such a simple question: "why is he your friend?" - and shinae just explodes and goes off at the him in her head HISS GROWL I WANT YOU AND IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU THEN YOU'RE NOT GONNA HAVE ANYTHING OF MINE and maya just stares at her in shock and disbelief like: 😶😶😶. and you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. how can she possibly put nol and what he means to her and what she feels for him into words??? something something if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more. shinae is so intense and bold and fiery I LOVE THAT SOOOOOO MUCH and tbh compared to shinae, nol is handling his feelings like a champ actually 😹 like at least the tiger hasn't bitten anyone (yet) LMAOOOOOOO he's been holding back a lot, trying his best to stay composed, mortified by his desire to kiss her because how dare he even *think* about that. it's the same intensity, the same feelings at the same time but he's very in his head, meanwhile shinae - the feral little cat - is just completely unhinged and off the rails. it's incredible. poor girl, all these new feelings and realizations hitting her all at once and she's understandably SO ANGRY that she can NOT control it and go back to normal, that he's making her such a mess, passed out on the bed bc it was all too much for her to handle.

you know, before 235 i thought their meeting would be… on the soft/sweet/wholesome(?) side bc of the new shyness and nervousness and vulnerability that comes with these realizations, maybe a through the door conversation without directly facing each other (like i mentioned in my longer ask), but we've kinda had that with the balcony "you're special to me" scene, right. so idk maybe shinae will just storm in there a fiery raging whirlwind of emotions and be all like how DARE you steal my heart and then try to get rid of me and run away, you asshole. IF YOU WON'T GIVE ME BACK MY HEART, THEN I NEED YOU TO BE MINE!!!!! it sounds so dramatic but seeing what all this is doing to shinae, how it brings out the fiery bold possessive assertive side in her, who knows??? she's for sure not letting go without leaving her claw marks on him. as she should.

and YES YES it's def both jealousy and insecurity. i didn't expect it to come up as part of her realization simply bc it wasn't on my mind tbh, but it works so well as part of the ✨realization process✨!! if just platonic then you don't get jealous and insecure, then it (typically) doesn't matter if/who they're dating. but if you can't stomach them being with anyone else but you, if you want them all to yourself, then sorry but that is NOT "friends". and there's definitely a comment here to be made about how alyssa isn't just some random hot girl, she's an idol and as such she embodies what's conventionally attractive and desirable, smth smth beauty standards patriarchy society. and she leaves nol cold but shinae still can't help but become hyperaware of it all bc everything you said ;; i can't get over the "timing" of this scene either bc we see shinae crying happy tears and for a moment she's forgotten her drama but then BAM suddenly there's gorgeous glamorous idol alyssa dancing on stage, and nol is there, looking at her, and they're both at this elite event in this world that shinae is simply not a part of. and. smth smth alyssa being a good dancer nol being a good dancer meanwhile shinae has two left feet. it's like the universe is laughing at her, telling her "she is all that and you aren't, she can have him and you don't". and as if it's not enough, of course it's the girl who gave her all this trauma. of course. how can it not sting her how can she not become insecure honestly ;; i too would immediately lose my appetite :<

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔) i also wonder a little bit if not nol himself could (unintentionally of course) play into shinae's insecurity… especially in this initial stage bc like. he's a conventionally attractive dude; tall, handsome, nice smile, he's charming, he's got a rich dad too. shinae isn't stupid she's very aware of this. she's noticed how women reacted to him at the formal. one of them even commented that "he's way out of her league" or smth like that when she saw them together (which :/// shallow rich people talk 🙄)… and when it's friendship then you don't care, and she didn't care back then, and rationally she knows nol is not shallow like that, that she really shouldn't worry about such things, but when you're so young, inexperienced, have low self-esteem, are in such an emotional state, then suddenly you start questioning yourself on this shallow level. why would someone with his looks and money be interested in me, when he could have (and does have) an "alyssa-level" girl? sure he might like me as a friend but would he ever want me like that? it's like when you're crushing on the hot guy you've been friendly with and suddenly become all too aware of the hot girl that all the boys (and girls) have their eyes on. you just can't help but be aware that you're simply not her :/ yeah i think. she's going to need affirmation and reassurance re: what alyssa is/was to him, but i think more importantly, she'd need it about herself, what he likes about her, how he feels about her, that he doesn't want anyone else, that she *is* beautiful in her own way even if she doesn't see it herself, and then she'll hopefully grow more confident from it ~

-feral lil anon 😼

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm so sorry it took me all day to get to this response! I could NOT pull my brain together and kept getting distracted and having more feral breakdowns about Stalkyoo alfkajkfjkafjkafjka lmao and then I had to cry about my babies performing tonight and I have been through EMOTIONS but also ALSO I LOVE THIS MESSAGE SO MUCH I'm gonna do my best to do it justice because you ABSOLUTELY bring up things I also want to yell more about!!!!

There's something SO funny to me about how much Nol and Shinae mirror each other. That we now can tell they started to fall for each other at the same time and it just kept growing, that it's on the SAME DAY that they're becoming aware of these feelings, in much the same way - yknow, being so embarrassed to have FEELINGS lmao. But YES Nol does a much better job containing it at all. I want to say it's probably because he's so used to hiding everything, holding things in, but we also know he came so very close to just biting Shinae before he kicked her out lmao and it's not like Shinae hasn't also been decent at pretending things aren't wrong, but MAN she's so beyond her breaking point at this stage, isn't she lmaooooooo She CAN'T contain it - it's too big, too loud, too messy, so carnal. She's been trying for so long to keep shoving it into this box it doesn't fit and it just keeps growing bigger and bigger and spilling out. Something so funny to me about her is that Shinae.... like she kinda externalizes a lot and I'm trying to figure out how to explain this because clearly she isn't good at telling people about her problems, but as a result of being alone so much she talks through her thoughts out loud, to Lil Buddy, so of course for this she NEEDED to externalize to Maya. Because yes, it's so messy, it's spilling out everywhere and the more she tries to make sense of it the bigger a mess she makes and Maya really DID have to put it in words for her. I know I said I wanted Shinae to come to the conclusion without anyone else saying it but I still love how this played out because she still said, OF HER OWN FREE WILL, "If I can't have you" LIKE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also we know that Shinae just has an EFFECT on Nol and while he's doing a good job keeping things at bay, all things considered, I think the moment she goes back to his hospital room it's all gonna just be.... *sweeps papers off the desk* lmao

Another tangential thought I've had is that neither of them have really gotten to BE teenagers. Nol is forever having to play a game of making sure he doesn't make too many waves, doesn't get noticed. Likewise, Shinae has had to be the good girl while her dad is always busy working, not get into trouble, take care of herself, get good grades. Maya goes on to remind us, too, that Shinae didn't even HAVE any social experiences beyond what happened in middle school, just. Rolls with things stopped making friends. There's so many teenager moody things that they've largely missed out on and we're seeing so much of that come bubbling out. Yes, Shinae's moodiness is mostly because girl is CRANKY she hasn't slept she hasn't eaten and she's scaling the walls trying to figure out why she thinks her friend is pushing her away (he's not) and what she has to do to make him stay (figure out feelings) and she's just SO frustrated it all spills out. Relatable. I, too, become an awful monster when I haven't slept LMAO but it's just SO nice to see them have this moment? Get to be selfish and moody and a little bratty when they have spent so long trying to just be good and get by. Let them have a tantrum or three, it's fine!

Also LITERALLY SAME. I thought Shinae would realize her feelings, maybe balk at them, hide away for a day, try to deny them, then become determined and go back to him but too shy to look him in the eyes to face him, yes maybe talk through the door so this was SUCH a surprise but YEAH YOU ARE RIGHT! They already had that tender shy little moment. Now they can just be. Feral lmaooooooo listen idc how corny it is I'm exploring EVERY possibility I can, writing half-baked fic moments in my head. I want Shinae to wake up and go in guns BLAZING I want her to say dumb things she doesn't stop to think about FINE IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY OF MY THINGS what are you talking about I SAID YOU'RE A THIEF AND THAT'S WHY YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON GIVE ME BACK MY THINGS something something there's one thing he can't give back something something you're a thief, too alkfjkfjFKAFKJAKJF SCREAMS I need Nol to just say something SO blunt that makes her stop in her tracks aljakfjkafjafjk lmao I need her confessing in every which way but the words again, until he's standing too close SCREAMS

idk idk idk however it goes I know I'm going to love it because they just are going at it with such equal energy and I'm PRETTY SURE Dieter is going to talk to Nol while Shinae sleeps so maybe that will give Nol the conviction to say what he couldn't, now that Shinae has figured out the answer to "why isn't because friends" enough. Actually, more than anything, I want Nol to end up in the kind of position where he blurts something out without thinking or he acts on his feelings just BLINDLY because I just need him to see that he can't keep running from things and pretending and that Shinae is someone he cannot resist so make the right choices, boy. I need him to understand how much he wants her and deserves to ACT ON THAT ALFJKAFLJAFAJFLKJAFJF RRRRRRRRR FRRTFTT GROWL HISSSSSSSSS

but alfjakfjkfajfka THE INSECURITIES GET TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE because YES at the end of the day it's not just anyone. It's ALYSSA. The very person who gave Shinae her trauma, the person who GAVE HER HER ACTUAL SCAR. It's not the first time Shinae has envied something of Alyssa, either - Alyssa with her warm, beautiful mom and her big home and all her opportunities and her family so suffocating by being parents, Alyssa with her many talents with her intelligence. I really REALLY like the point, too, that it's not just Nol looking at Nol, it's Nol at that party in a world that Shinae is not a part of, doesn't belong to. Logic doesn't stand much against insecurity and jealousy or else she'd be able to remind her that Nol doesn't much like the world he technically belongs to, that Alyssa doesn't make him happy. Somewhere in her jealousy she sees the way she measures to Alyssa in these shallow ways and it hurts to come up short like that! AND RIGHT the girls at the gala saying Nol is out of her league! Shinae is like... aware that Nol is handsome (she literally said VERY handsome) but most of the time it doesn't seem to be a thing she thinks about - mostly because she hasn't really openly thought about him in a romantic way. But now that she's got these feral feelings about trying to keep him and have him and know him and see all the parts of him that he hides from her, she's facing the reality of how she looks to others, compared to him, compared to Alyssa. Sangchul has even implied it a couple times - Nol has a hot idol girlfriend so what is it about Shinae that's so special why is he hung up on her, what does she do that can possibly be better than a hot idol girlfriend.

And if there's something I love it, it's the tender unfurling petals of first love and the insecurity and jealousy that blooms with it, that ache that you aren't good enough that you can't possibly compare, because it leads to the REASSURANCES. Nol has SO many reasons to prefer Shinae, so many reasons to have fallen for her. I REALLY feel like we'll have a callback to that day Shinae asked Nol why Dieter might like to date her, when he told her he has a couple reasons in mind. Like... self consciousness and feeling inadequate is an awful feeling but I LOVE how it can be used in text, because also right: IF PLATONIC WHY FEEL LIKE THIS? Jealousy can be a useful device when it's not toxic and in this case it's someone like Shinae who has never really been made to feel like she's special, who has never seen anything in herself, realizing that she has fallen SO HARD for her friend who has a bombshell girlfriend and is super handsome and himself and comes from this elite world of affluent people. But there's also so much Shinae doesn't know about him yet, either, so much she hasn't had a chance to digest about him. She's seeing things at face value but I need him to tell her to her face that she makes him feel a kind of peace that NOTHING else does, that he cannot help but gravitate to her, that she's LITERALLY made his life worth living. Remind her that even though he was trying to avoid her, he failed SO miserably. Nol didn't get to tell Shinae at the party what he likes about her and DAMNIT I WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!!!!!! Especially because we've seen Shinae's POV of him at this poignant moments, I want to hear from Nol's mouth what he likes about her, the way he sees her. Like her, does he feel like clouds part when she's near, does she make all of the noise quiet for the moment? Does he find himself wanting her to notice more, wanting to steal more of those private moments where they open to each other?

I WANT TO HEAR IT SO BADLYYYYYYYYYYY and I want her to know that she doesn't have to compare herself to Alyssa, that there's no one in that world who has ever caught his attention the way she has. That no amount of money could make anyone from that society better than her. That it's not about any of that - it's about what she makes him feel. Just as much as Nol has had such an impact on Shinae, we've seen it in Nol. I agree that it's far too soon for her to know that he's literally still alive because of her lmao (that's just so much it's so overwhelming!!!!) but there are other ways she's impacted his life. When he told her he really hoped she'd get the job working with them, I think he meant it. Life was more interesting with her in it, he wanted to be around her more before Yui reminded him of what she does.

Like idk to me that insecurity is such a quintessential aspect of puberty and teenage years and first love. That rush of trying to see how others perceive you and the reassurance that comes from the person you like? GOD. And especially for people like Nol and Shinae, who have felt so invisible, so underappreciated, who have never really been made to feel special, having this with each other just LKFJAJKFJAFKAFKAFJLJAFLKJFKf

Also don't think I haven't forgotten about Yujing complimenting Shinae, or that moment when Nol made her laugh during her dance with Kousuke. How he was literally right in her face doing her make up and how it just augmented how pretty she already is. While I don't think he probably has that conscious thinking of it - gee golly Shinae sure is pretty because you know.... *gestures vaguely at his life* i SO BADLY want him to tell her that ;A; that she's beautiful ;A; like to be fair I think something about Stalkyoo that is SO well done is that it's all so deeply based on connection and the way those feelings developed as a result, as opposed to attraction first, but especially in the light of Shinae feeling so jealous and insecure, I want him to saaaaayyyyyyyy iiiiiiiiiiiiit. I want him to tell her how pretty she is when she laughs and lights up, what a beautiful smile she has and that he wants to be the one who makes her smile more I WANT THE CHEESY FUCKING SHIT DAMNIT I DON'T CARE I'M NOT GONNA PRETEND OTHERWISE ALKJAKFJKAFKJAFJKAFAFKJLKJAF SCALES THE WALL SCURRIES ACROSS MY CEILING AND STARTS CHEWING THROUGH MY CEILING FAN

I want him to reassure that there is not ONE way she pales against someone like Alyssa, that she is worth so much more to him ;A; howls

I WANT HIM TO TOUC HER FACE WITH HIS BIG STUPID HANDS AND BRUSH HIS THUMB ACROSS HER CHEEK AGAIN AND CONFESS THAT HE IS SO MISERABLY INCAPABLE OF RESISTING HER AND THAT NO ONE ELSE COULD POSSIBLY COMPARE BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM FEEL SO SEEN, FEEL LIKE HE MATTERS, NO ONE ELSE HAS EVER MADE HIM WANT TO BREAK HIS OWN RULES

JUST SCREAMING INTO THE NIGHT

also ;A;

(there's also the juxtaposition of shinae being surrounded by unconditional love, a supportive family, in a peaceful home where she can be raw and messy, fully accepted as she is, bags under her eyes and snot on her face and all; meanwhile alyssa is all glammed up, on the tv screen, putting on a performance for strangers that will only ever love her conditionally, that will never know the real her, is in a group that doesn't like her, is in an unsafe environment, surrounded by people who prey on girls like her, no one by her side 😔💔)

tHAT SHIT HURTED THAT SHIT HURTED ;____________;

Alyssa my tragic, messy girl ;A; I can't help but love the tragedy of her, I can't help but be so invested. The way Shinae and Alyssa have been foiled against each other and how I know we will continue to see this. There's something about... yknow like Alyssa doesn't have FEELINGS for Nol, but I think Nol going from Alyssa to Shinae is SO poignant in a painful way. Alyssa's former crush!!!!! I think in much the same way as we're going to see Nol become all the things Kousuke feared, we're going to see that in Alyssa and Shinae. Like... imagine being Alyssa and watching someone like Shinae capture Nol's attention, capture Yui's attention, capture Kousuke's attention. It's because she's so sincere and faces confrontation head on that people take notice of her, but that's something Alyssa has never really been able to learn. She puts on a brave face like Shinae told her, but she can't do the rest of it. She's so terrified of this secret she holds, of what she is and what people will think of her, and she continues to put on a persona to keep it at bay. Meanwhile I think we're going to watch Shinae walk a path Alyssa never could - find her own success by being authentic and true to herself, not having to live in that shell, that mask. Shinae will do everything Alyssa has never been able to do. ;_______;

And yeah, that juxtaposition makes Shinae's insecurity all the more intriguing to explore because she's so insecure about these shallow things, but Alyssa is insecure about the things that DO matter, the things that make Shinae special, and make Alyssa so forgettable.

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gonna go sob now HECK

[dreamties]

the ask is now deleted because tumblr was being a lil goofy + silly again-- my dear anon basically asked me if I had any headcanons on 5cream because they were hyperfixating on it a LOT (at the time of the ask)

tw: scream (2022) spoilers, psychosis + med discussion, panic attacks?? um...i think thats the main stuff. love yall, hope ya enjoy :)

I would like to believe that Gale & Dewey stayed married between Scream 4 & 5cream- thus still being married during the time of this film. mostly because I genuinely think they're so cute together and I think it doubles the angst factor with Dewey's death lol

Martha Meeks is a single mother. She adopted her two kids when they were babies, with her at the time partner. I haven't decided on why her partner is out of the picture, just that they are. Also, I don't think she married a cishet man . . .or a man at all . . .

I do believe the other parent was not present fairly early on in the youngins lives

Martha would tell stories of her older brother to her children when they were growing up !!

mostly in part that she knows Randy would have done the same- tell ridiculous stories of himself to them, that is. but also as a way to keep his memory alive. it's really hard for her to talk about him sometimes, but part of her healing process is being able to cherish the time he was with her and move on with her life.

Speaking of her brother, Martha isn't big on horror movies- but also knows, reasonably, that you have to be prepared in a town like Woodsboro.

She doesn't start it when they're really young, but when they get to 13/14 or so-- she starts a weekly or monthly movie night to bond with her kids and watch horror. It's not always horror but as the kids grow, Mindy is constantly asking if they can watch the new It movie or some of Jordan Peele's work.

Martha will generally watch classics (that she used to watch with Randy when they were younger) and even has a few faves that her kids have shown her.

It was never explicitly said that these movie watchings were to prepare for a life in her hometown, but it became more apparent to her kids over time. (like not to add extra trauma to these kids but like. im gonna add extra trauma to these kids)

she would start off with things she remembered watching with her brother. which wasn't Randy's usual stuff, btw. It wasn't all slasher stuff and hot girls. Randy did have some self awareness haha

also !! classic monster horror. not necessarily scary. kinda cheesy, even.

Mindy absolutely grew up idolizing her uncle !! she's a little upset she'll never meet him. but she feels like she knew him so well just with how many stories she's heard about him.

Growing up she's mirrored so much of her personality around him. Her mom is so proud of her, no matter what she does, but it makes Martha tear up sometimes. She really misses her older brother.

she of course loves horror films. i mean any films, really. she's drawn towards more modern stuff. less of the splatterfests and more psychological. but really she's always up for any sort of scare :)

Chad has never liked horror!! :( He doesn't enjoy being scared. He'll only watch it with his mom and sister or people he REALLY trusts / feels safe around. he appreciates the sillier more humorous horror!! more absurd, more cheap, the better.

This sort of "fear of fear" is intensified after the 25th anniversary attacks.

Tara and Amber were literally dating what're yall talking abt???

like their feelings for each other were SO apparent in the movie. plus it makes the betrayal with Amber as one of the killers just that juicier <33

apparently theres a text limit. i'll cont. this post soon <3

Stu's still alive I don't care what y'all say :((

[maiverie]

SIX BRTHRRS WTH 😧 that is a SHOCKING amount of testosterone that i never experience ‼️ well actually no majority of my cousins are actually boys so i do experience that at every single family gathering ever 🤢 they’re fun but i feel like sometimes they forget i am not a male like them 🙅🏽‍♀️

r u one of the youngest ?? u don’t rlly give that vibe tbh u give eldest sister vibes to me but idk if that’s just bc ur actually just older than me 💀😭

NO I ACC HAVENT WATCHED SINGLES INFERNO,, i wanted to watch it so bad but then i got super busy 😞💔

ASDFASDHS YEP SIX 😭 KAY EM ESSSS and ppl wonder why I hate men 💔 but omg ur cousins 😭 ALSO YEAH THATS EXACTLY IT?? THEYRE FUNNNN but sometimes they're just really mean like 😭

and hsdhfhshd I'm actually the second youngest 😭 my lil bro is 05 !! also i actually kind of agree that I don't really give off that vibe (at least on here) so literally every single moot game I've ever been tagged in always associates me w an older sis idol like karina / sakura but IM NOT COMPLAINING THO I LOVE THEM ‼️ITS JUST KINDA FUNNY cos im the youngest girl in the family so most of them treat me like a kid 😭

ALSO OMG OAUJWFEOI YOU NEED TO WTACH ITTTT like tbh it's probably not as dramatic as other dating shows BUT everyone is literally sooo fucking hot THE GIRLS ARE SOOOOO HOT?????? 😭 HEOLPP it makes it so fun to watch HAHAHHA PLS LMK IF U EVER GET AROUND TO WATCHING IT !!!

[meltwonu]

〚 💜 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕡 💜 〛| [Chapter 1] 

this chapter pairing; idol!Taehyung x makeupartist!reader x idol!Joshua

genre&warnings; softdom!joshua, dom!taehyung, threesome, blowjobs, reverse cowgirl baybeee, dirty talk, quickies, cum eating/sharing, hair pulling, mentions of sexting/pictures, a little praise kink, there is like one joshua x tae moment 🥰💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABES!! 😭 Y’all know I had to male the first chapter of Double Dip for the birthday twins!! Here’s hoping they had a great day 💕💕 Hehe~ and also looking forward to the next chapter~! If it’s NYE for you, have a safe night! See yall on Friday for Cherry Bomb~! 💜

word count; ~3000

chapters; 1 - ?

“Taehyung, will you just sit still? Ten more minutes and you’ll be done, I promise!”

You try to get the pouting male to stand still as you apply more lip balm; eyes rolling when he only whines harder. “I wanna go see Joshua and give him our gift already though…”

“I know you do, but we have time and he can’t do anything with it right now anyway.”

Taehyung’s lips fall into a knowing frown as he nods back softly. “I guess so… It just sucks, y’know? We always spend our birthday like this and I wanna do something fun!” You laugh airily as you put your brush and lip balm away before pushing Taehyung back into the chair in front of the vanity.

“I know, I know. And we’ll get to that after you get your hair fixed.”

“But you said ten minutes!”

“If you sit still it’ll be ten minutes but if you keep moving around it’ll be twenty so you better behave!”

“‘Shua-hyung, have you seen my belt?”

Chan lets out a frustrated noise as he trips over another pair of shoes; lips pursed at how small the room was for all of the members and staff combined. “I can’t find it and I’ve been looking for the last 15 minutes and there’s just so much stuff in here!”

Joshua shoots the younger male a small smile as he gets up from his seat to help him search for the item. “I’ll check one of the other rooms. Maybe it got misplaced or put into a luggage by accident by someone.”

“Thanks hyung, you’re the best!”

He leaves the loud and bustling room, a sigh of contentment on his lips when he finally has even just a little peace and quiet in the hallway. He leans up against the wall for a moment before he pushes off and starts walking to the other changing room where they kept all of the luggages with their clothes and accessories.

“Joshua!”

Taehyung comes barreling into his back quicker than a blink of an eye and the wind gets knocked out of him as he lets out a sound of surprise as you laugh in the background. “I told him not to do it but…” Shrugging, you catch up to the two males that laugh and walk down the hallway in each other's arms.

Taehyung makes it a point to not mess up Joshua’s hair or clothes when he swings an arm around the male’s neck. “Where are you headed? Aren’t you guys supposed to be getting ready?” Joshua nods, sighing softly in return. “Chan can’t find his belt so I offered to go help. It’s crazy in there, nobody can find anything!”

“We’ll help you!” You add; smirking as you skip in front of the two. “We should check in here!”

Opening the door to the otherwise empty room, you and Taehyung share a knowing look before he’s turning on Joshua and tugging him in by his necktie.

“Hey--whoa--”

“You can take Taehyung’s belt, I can just find him another one later~ We just wanted a little time with you, is all!” Joshua blushes a bright red, eyes focused on you as you shut and lock the door.

That could mean anything, he thinks.

“But I--I have to be ready soon, our stage is almost up…” He watches as Taehyung already strips himself of the Gucci belt around his waist; handing the leather to Joshua before he makes his way towards you.

“Oh, fuck–”

Joshua’s eyes go wide, watching as you and Taehyung get comfortable in the empty changing room. The male helps you up onto the table; soft giggles spilling from his lips and yours when he starts to pepper soft kisses on your exposed neck.

‘Seventeen, you’re on in 30 minutes, please prepare for your allotted time!’

The speaker backstage booms throughout the halls and Joshua panics momentarily. “You guys, I don’t think we have enough time for this…” Joshua mumbles, cheeks burning red hot when he sees Taehyung’s hand disappear up your skirt.

“30 minutes? That’s plenty of time. We just have to move fast, is all.” Taehyung’s words are muffled against your skin but it’s just audible enough for Joshua to hear.

“C’mon, Josh~ This is one of the few times we’re all together… and it’s your birthday today. Tae, too!”

“Fine, fine, fine. Make room for me!”

“Yknow, this wasn’t really what we were gonna bring you in here for.” Taehyung comments.

Joshua throws his head back when you sink your lips down onto his cock, already too worked up when he threads a hand through your hair. “Yeah? What exactly was the original plan then? ‘Cause it doesn’t seem like cake and balloons were on the original timetable.” You moan around his cock; using your tongue to tease the head as you dig it into the leaking slit.

“Mmh, well, we were just gonna give you your gift, which really, seems so lackluster now, right, doll?” Taehyung grins at your back, hands on your waist as you sit on his cock. The three of you had moved to the vacant sofa inside of the changing room; two pairs of hands roaming your body when they’d sandwiched you in between them. 

“But she got a little too handsy in the changing room. Got her pussy all soaking before we even stumbled out into the hallway, didn’t you?” Taehyung slaps the side of your thigh just as you pull off of Joshua’s cock; a thread of spit and precum connecting your lips to the head as you whine and pout up at Joshua.

“It wasn’t my fault… I saw Tae going through the nudes you sent him of us from last week…”

Joshua smirks, tugging on your hair a little harder as you mewl and clench around Taehyung’s cock. “Ah, yeah, those… Wasn’t she so pretty in them? Sat nice and still while I took them too.” He guides you back, using his other hand to wrap around his cock as he taps your lips with the head and smears precum all over your swollen lips. “Which one was your favorite, Tae?”

The other male hums, eyes meeting Joshua’s right before he cants his hips up into you and makes you yelp and brace your hands on his thighs in return.

“Mmm… probably the one where she had her legs spread, fingertips holding her tight ‘lil hole open while your cum dripped out. She looked so pretty fucked out, lips swollen and eyes teary too. I came twice that night just looking at that picture, doll. And I know you were well behaved for Joshua, right?”

Your body feels warm and tingly at their words of praise and all you can do is open your mouth wide for Joshua again as he smiles down at you. “Such a fuckin’ good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? Take both of our cocks at the same time even though we’re in a rush. Always so good for us.” You sink your mouth back down onto him as you swallow around his cock while simultaneously swiveling your hips atop Taehyung’s lap.

“Oh, by the way, your birthday gift from me and her was a roomkey. Not a huge gift but… Round two is gonna be at the hotel across the venue and I even got a suite with a view so we can fuck her in front of the windows.” Taehyung pauses, licking his lips as you start to bounce in his lap. “Got us some nice wine too. Think we deserve a little relaxation before the year ends.”

“Who says anything about relaxing? We have a lot to catch up on, don’t we, sweetheart? Those pictures Tae sent me of you taking his cock and the pretty ‘lil plug in your cute ‘lil ass had me up all night when he sent them.” Taehyung guides your hips, groaning softly when you raise your hips, only to slam back down onto his lap.

“Fuck she’d look so fucking good with both our cocks in her tight ‘lil cunt.”

You whine around Joshua’s cock; taking more and more of him as you start to gag when he hits the back of your throat.

You really missed being with them both at the same time. Even when they were rare moments.

Both Joshua and Taehyung were always busy at this time of the year and while you mostly worked with Taehyung, you had more opportunities with them when the stylists and makeup artists were switched around for different events; even though you had to sneak around to see them.

Most often than not, it was you seeing one of them and never all three of you together due to lack of time and similar events, which was why they shared photos whenever they could. The three of you shared one chat where you made plans to meet up and also where you all shared various pictures and videos of them both fucking you. 

And on a lot of occasions, pictures and videos of them jerking off, abdomens covered in cum when you sent them videos of you with your pussy stuffed full of toys and their names rolling off of your tongue when you’d cum.

“Ngh, sweetheart, you gonna let me cum in your pretty mouth? I wanna cum in your fuckin’ pussy but we’ll save that for later when we have more time. For now, I want you to be good for me though. I’ll reward you later, I promise.”

You hum back in response, eyelashes wet with tears when he starts fucking your throat. Joshua’s grip in your hair tightens almost painfully as he chases his high and starts thrusting into your mouth; curses and praises spilling from his lips when he feels his cock throbbing.

“Cum in her pretty mouth.” Taehyung sits up, his chest almost at your back as he brings a hand between your legs and starts playing with your clit as you whine around Joshua’s cock and squirm on Taehyung’s lap at the sensations. “And don’t swallow it, doll.”

The vibrations of your whines and moans around his cock are enough to push Joshua over the edge as he cums and fills your mouth with the salty substance. He continues to thrust shallowly into your mouth as you tease the head of his cock with your tongue and swallow around him to work him through his orgasm.

“Bet her mouth feels so good around your cock, huh, Joshua? Almost as tight as her ‘lil cunt.” Taehyung pinches your clit between his fingertips and all you can do is clench around his cock as Joshua tugs on your hair when you can’t stop moaning around him.

“F--fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fuckin’ good to us. So obedient.” Joshua’s entire body tingles with warmth when he starts to pull out of your mouth; his eyes darting down to your chapped lips when you purse them to keep all the cum inside.

Taehyung uses his free hand to tilt your head to the side, leaning over as he kisses you hard; moaning into it when he tastes Joshua’s cum on your lips.

Joshua watches as you part your lips, tongue covered in cum when it meets Taehyung’s own. “Fuck…” He bites his bottom lip before he’s leaning in too, darting his tongue out as he laps at his own cum that you push out of your mouth and into theirs. The action has you mewling loudly while your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of both of their tongues clashing against yours as they both clean the salty substance off.

Taehyung pulls away first, chuckling under his breath as he licks his lips. “Hmm, we should do that more often. Oh, maybe we should eat her out at the same time later. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, doll? Two tongues eating your cunt out while you beg us to let you cum.”

“Y-yeah…”

Joshua sits on the table across from the sofa; cheeks hot as he watches you and Taehyung.

‘Seventeen, seven minutes to call!’

Joshua shoots you and Taehyung a look of panic, already moving to stand when Taehyung growls. “Ah, ah, ah, Joshua is gonna see your pretty face when you fuckin’ cum on my cock. Over the table. Now.” He barks, not waiting a second before he’s pushing you off his lap gently.

You scramble to get into position, looking sideways up to Joshua who holds your stare when Taehyung all but drapes his body over yours from behind. He wastes no time before he’s bottoming out in a single thrust and fucking you hard and fast against the table Joshua sits on.

“C’mon, get my cock wet, doll. Your pussy is getting so fuckin’ tight around me, I know you wanna cum. Sucking off Joshua and letting him use your throat was enough for you, huh?” Taehyung reaches a hand around to play with your clit again, fingertips rubbing harsh, quick circles on the nub as you cry out their names.

“Ah, might wanna be a ‘lil quieter, doll. Do you want them to know you had both our cocks filling you up in here?” Joshua shoots you an angelic smile, hands smoothing down your messy hair.  “Mm, he’s right, sweetheart. You wouldn’t wanna get in trouble, would you?”

“Ngh, n-no… I’ll b-be, ah, g-good…”

Taehyung slams his hips into you, cock tapping your cervix and making you whine as you thrust your hips back to meet his quick movements.

“Please, mmh, wanna---wanna c-cum…”

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I want you to look at me when you cum. Let me see your pretty face while Taehyung fucks you good.” You nod feverishly, teary eyes looking up at Joshua when you feel the tension in your body snapping.

“Fuh--fuck! J--Joshua! T--Taehyung!” You scream-whisper; body tensing up just as Taehyung starts fucking you harder as he feels his own orgasm spurred on by yours. His cock twitches inside of your fluttering walls and you can’t help the mental images in your head of both of them fucking your pussy at the same time and filling you up with their cum until it’s spilling  out of you.

Tiny cries of their names fall from your lips as you continue to cum and you reach out a shaky hand towards Joshua’s as he pouts and leans down; kissing you on the forehead and squeezing your hand once before he starts to stand from the table to readjust his clothes. 

“Shit, I’m really sorry but I have to go, they’d probably already pissed I’m missing for so long.”

Taehyung nods tiredly, already feeling his orgasm ebbing off just as you start to squirm underneath him from the overstimulation of his fingers still playing with your clit.

“S’fine. I’ll get her cleaned up and have her fix my makeup and we’ll leave the roomkey in your changing room. Get going before you get hell and don’t forget the belt!”

Joshua nods, checking himself in the mirror before grabbing the leather material left forgotten by the door. He lets out a sigh of relief when he sees not a single hair out of place before turns to face the two of you; chuckling under his breath at the way Taehyung squishes you underneath his tired body.

“Sweetheart?”

You lift your head from the table, eyes slightly unfocused as you peer up at Joshua tiredly. “Mm?”

“Thank you for making our birthday less boring. I’ll see you two later!”

Joshua makes it back to the changing room with 2 minutes to spare; already sweating when he all but throws the door open.

“I found it!”

Several pairs of eyes are on him in an instant as he blushes a bright cherry red, awkwardly standing in the doorframe with a belt in hand.

Uh oh.

Chan trapezes over the mess of shoes as he makes his way towards his hyung; nervous laughter spilling from his lips as he shoots the older male a panicked look.

“Thanks, hyung!”

The younger male pushes him out of the room gently as he shuts the door behind them and all but shakes Joshua once they’re alone. “Hyung, are you insane?!” Joshua looks at him flabbergasted, head shaking furiously as he grips the strip of leather tightly.

“What the fuck are you on about? I got you your belt! See!?”

Chan lets out an exasperated noise, taking the leather belt from Joshua’s hold as he shakes it about in front of the older male’s line of vision. “The coordis have us wearing Saint Laurent tonight and this is Gucci! What are you doing with a BTS members’ belt!? That’s what they’re wearing! Did you steal this?!”

“Wh---no! I--I didn’t steal it!” If Joshua could blush harder, he would; lips suddenly feeling tingly at the way he doesn’t have an explanation for this one and the way he can’t seem to formulate one either. “J--just don’t wear it then! We’ll… leave it in the room and return it later, say we found it on the floor!”

“But how did you get it?”

Chan can’t help but raise a concerned brow at Joshua’s odd silence and crimson cheeks; nodding slowly as the older male continues to fidget and open and close his mouth like a fish out of water.

“We have to get going... But I hope you know you’re gonna have to explain this eventually.”

[hunnyuwu]

Sucker For You || NCT Jaemin

Premise: Jaemin typically has strong feelings once he catches the love bug, and you are definitely not an exception to that.

Pairing: Staff! reader x Idol! Jaemin

Genre: Fluff, romance

WC: 2.7 K

Warnings: A lil steamy by the end ;) [but still PG13 lol]

~~~

Jaemin descended from the black, silver laced stairs that led to the hidden area beneath the stadium stage. He slicked the sweat off his forehead as he noticed that it was way too hot in there.

“Jaemin, over here!”

The boy looked up, his foot finally hitting the solid floor of the area swarmed with SM staff. He smiled bashfully as the only thing he saw was a Polaroid camera being lifted up before the blaring white light of said item set off, momentarily blinding him. He felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks as he looked down, his pectorals and abdomen on full display for the world to see. And he knew exactly why he was being bombarded with cameras and long glances.

While the boy was confident in his body, especially since he had started working out as of late, he was still flustered when people intentionally stared a little too long. He peered over to Jeno, the boy who Jaemin thought had the body of a god.

Who was he to show off his body to millions of thirsty fans all over the world, when Jeno had a lot more to offer?

“One more, Jaemin!”

Jaemin snapped out of his internal thoughts as he redirected his attention back to the camera, this time tugging the bottom of his jean jacket to half-heartedly cover his abdomen and nips. An act he would soon regret as the shoulders of the jacket fell down to his elbows right as the camera set off, showing off his defined collarbones and shoulders like he was posing for the cover of Vogue.

“Thank you, Jaemin!”

The girl taking photos of him ran off to do god knows what, leaving Jaemin flattered yet embarrassed all at the same time.

“Hyung, I know you have been working out, but I didn’t know you were hiding all of that!”

Jaemin chuckled as the youngest, who spectated the entire scene, walked over with a look of pure amazement. Jaemin discarded his jacket, throwing it over his shoulder, fully exposing his torso as the camera was finally out of view.

He brought a hand up to Jisung’s fluffy black hair, “Ah, thank you my cute little baby!”

“Hyung...” Jisung whined cutely, actively leaning away from Jaemin’s encroaching touch.

The two of them, along with a fleet of staff, headed back towards the makeup and changing rooms to get ready for the post-concert Vlive event which was to be held an hour after.

“I’m going to get changed. What about you, Hyung?” Jisung said, ready to depart to a different section of the room.

Jaemin sighed, a smile lighting up his lips. He peered over to the makeup area where a few girls were huddled around, whispering about something he couldn’t even begin to guess.

Jaemin trained his vision back to Jisung, who started laughing, to see what had the boy suddenly so jolly.

“You should really ask her out, Hyung.”

Jaemin blushed, sucking in air harshly through his nostrils as he gave the youngest a puzzled look.

“What?”

“C’mon, it’s obvious. You like Y/N.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes, scoffing with the best of his acting abilities.

“I definitely do not like Y/N.”

“Hm, okay Hyung. Your loss.”

Jaemin tilted his head, an eyebrow arching up to the sky.

“And why is that?”

“Because I see Jeno Hyung talking to her right now.”

Without another thought, Jaemin, almost snapping his neck, whipped his head to see if that was true.

Which was definitely the case.

Jaemin’s vision became clouded with green as he witnessed you giggling at something Jeno said, accompanied with that famous eye smile of his. His jaw clenched tightly as he watched Jeno rest his bulky arms over your shoulders, an action the blonde male only did to those he was extremely comfortable around.

You were a recent addition to the NCT Dream Team, a makeup artist and aspiring stylist intern that was striving to eventually make it within the fashion industry. Ever since your arrival, the members of Dream recruited you as a close friend as you were right within their age range, being an ‘00 liner about to go into Junior year of university. Jaemin had taken a liking to you ever since the day you set foot into their practice room to introduce yourself. Unfortunately, he also noticed that Jeno had also been encroaching on you as of late, going out on late night grocery store visits with you, or even sticking around you a little longer after recordings and shows. Jeno and you had become extremely comfortable lately, and that was a big problem for Jaemin.

The bubblegum haired male bit his inner cheek, a deep frown forming over his features as fast as the spread of the bubonic plague.

“You should do something about it, Hyung.”

With that last remark, Jisung ran off to join up with Chenle, who was on his way to get changed.

Jaemin sucked in the heavy air surrounding him, before releasing it all at once, finally making up his mind. He stomped over to the makeup area, surprising some of the makeup Noona’s at his rash movements through the cluttered space.

He stopped abruptly, causing two individuals to also quickly end their discussion.

You looked up curiously, a small smile forming over your lips as the two of you made eye contact. On the other hand, Jeno shot the pink haired boy an unamused look.

“Can you touch up my makeup?”

Jaemin said, a fake smile pushing his lips upward as he was fully aware of the penetrating glare he was receiving from the stark blonde male beside you.

You nodded like an obedient puppy, ready to get to work, “Of course!” You chirped, patting Jeno’s shoulder to indicate his departure.

“Off you go, Jeno. We can talk more later, but duty calls!”

You ran off, collecting your personal materials at your station.

With one last glance at Jaemin, Jeno walked off to the other side of the room, but that was the least of Jaemin’s concerns. As he walked over to the makeup chair, he noticed the way his heart harshly beated with every step he took.

‘So beautiful...’

He muttered small praises of your form before finally settling into the cloth material of the seat.

“Do you just want a touch up of your current makeup?”

“Yes, please.” Jaemin breathed out quickly, drawing a cute giggle out of you. He noticed the way your eyes disappeared as you gave a whole-hearted laugh, making his heart squeeze with the harshness of a python attack.

“It’s been too long, Jaemin-ssi. How have you been lately?” You said calmly, starting your work on his face. You neared his features, alarming Jaemin to the point that he thought that you may have literally taken his breath away.

“I’ve been good. Did you watch the concert?”

“Yeah! I watched a little bit of it. I can’t believe you pulled off a stunt like that!”

Jaemin pursed his lips, concentrating his eyes to your focused features. He grazed his pupils all over your face like you were applying makeup to his.

“What stunt?”

“Showing your body off like that? You have a lot of courage, Jaemin-ssi.”

Jaemin choked on his spit, but subdued his reaction before he ended up spitting on you. Something that would surely make you hate him forever.

“I didn’t think of it like that, b-but thank you. Did you... did you like it?”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes shook a little as your hand stuttered on his face. You quickly resumed your movements, but your impulsive response sparked a flame of confidence within him.

“You see me shirtless all the time, Y/N. What’s the difference between the stage and now?”

He questioned, using his free hands to gesture down to his completely bare torso. You shook your head with a little lip bite, looking like you were having an entire battle within yourself.

“Oh hush, Jaemin-ssi. I just thought you were cool, but nothing more.”

Jaemin felt a little defeated, but he came too far to back down now.

“Call me Jaemin, no honorifics.”

“Huh?”

You were startled to say the least, shifting backwards with widened, doe-like eyes. Jaemin smirked a little, masking over the quaking anxiety bubbling within him.

“You call ‘Jeno’ casually, why not me?”

Your face contorted, diving back into his face to complete your work. Jaemin silently waited for your answer, his eyebrows drawn together as he focused on your every movement.

‘Why are you so perfect?’ Jaemin let his mind roam to a random place, imagining you and him in your shared apartment, about to do things-

“J-Jeno and I are just friendly is all! I can call you Jaemin if you want.” You nodded affirmatively, resolving that internal battle within yourself. You shot him a bright smile, conveying your true feelings.

In actuality, you had nothing but the hots for Jaemin ever since you laid eyes on him. He truly was that sweet neighborhood boy that all the girls on the block would fall in love with. He was charming, charismatic, adorable, caring, thoughtful... Basically everything that your mother would want you to bring home. But he also had this mysterious, sinister side that you had wanted to crack open ever since you once witnessed that devilish smirk flit over his pink lips after teasing a girl on set.

While by no means were you into men who displayed a sweet side to only be the devil once you got to know them, but you didn’t mind getting into the mystery that Jaemin was to you. He had a playful, bad boy charm that made you grasp onto his every movement like he was the opposite side to your magnetic charge.

And that’s why you had kept your distance from him, because you simply loved observing him.

"Are you sure you two are only friends?”

You gasped, feeling slim, cold fingers wrap around your wrist gently. Going numb, you clumsily let the makeup brush between your fingers slip from your grasp. The clattering sound of wood meeting tile rang around the two of you, but it went unnoticed by you as you merely held Jaemin’s burning eye contact with concerned fragility.

Were you the next subject of his flirting tendencies?

Your eyebrows scrunched together, confused by his serious gleam.

“What are you implying, Jaemin?” You whispered, not physically grasping the close proximity between your faces.

“You like Jeno, don’t you?”

Your frown deepened as you drew away, your body responding for you immediately.

“No... it’s bold of you to assume something like that.” You let out cooly, bending down to scoop up the makeup brush that you dropped.

Jaemin felt guilt eat away at his gut as he watched your back, currently switching out the dirty makeup brush for a fresh one.

“Well, would you ever like me then?”

He saw the way your back muscles stiffened up, unconsciously drawing a little smirk to form over his pink, plush lips that were freshly redone. He let out a fake pout, noticing that you were staring at him through the reflection of the makeup mirror.

“Well?”

“What’s with you today, Jaemin?” You chuckled out nervously, trying to diffuse the rising tension around the both of you. Your laughter never reached your eyes as you winced from the way your heart rung within your mind. It was beating at an abnormal pace, and you knew it only meant one thing.

“Oh, nothing.” He chirped.

You sighed, horribly confused from his bipolar behavior. Yeah, you witnessed his behavior around others, but you never knew how much it would give you whiplash personally. You turned back around to touch up his eyeshadow, praying to God that your hand wouldn’t shake from the effects of your rattling heart.

You dove back into your craft, using all your effort to ignore the drilling eyes that were piercing into your soul through his spindly eyelashes.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You scoffed, attempting to throw him off your embarrassed shock.

“My, you’re really in a flirty mood tonight, aren't you!” You exclaimed, finishing the last few details of his light brown eyeshadow that made his eyes stand out beautifully.

“I mean it, Y/N.”

You gulped harshly, your brain didn’t allow you to even process his words. To avoid any further confrontation, you spun around so that you were looking down at your makeup supplies on the white surface table by the mirror.

You ignored him, wading through your materials to act like you were busy looking for the next product you wanted to use on him.

After a few moments of sheer silence, a high pitched yelp escaped your lips as you felt heat hovering over your back and hands land on both sides of you, effectively trapping you against the solid surface.

You whipped your head upwards to look at your reflection within the mirror, your jaw unhinging upon the unholy sight.

Jaemin was caging you with his body... his bare torso moments away from colliding with your form. All you could see was the flexed definition of his arms and one feral eye peak out from behind your head, mimicking the prowl of a predator upon their prey.

“J-Jaemin?” You called out, not missing the animalistic glint shining within his chocolate brown irises.

“Not so bold now, are we?” He muttered with that beautiful smirk that he showed to the cameras, but this time, a sadistic edge played along the ends of his lips and eyes, sending your body into raging, hormonal mess. Your spine tingled as your felt goosebumps rise along your arms and neck.

He leaned down, pressing his nose into your nape, eliciting a striking gasp from you.

You whipped your head side to side, wondering how the hell no one was reacting to what the boy was doing to you at this very moment.

“Jaemin, what are you doing?!” You hissed, finally regaining some of your senses back.

“What do you think?” He growled, sending your mind into a muddled pool of incoherent warnings and signals.

He pressed his newly done lips into your arched neck, drawing out another confused gasp out of you. You finally turned yourself around within his muscly entrapment, only to cower once you came face to face with the beast.

“Tell me, Y/N. What do you think I’m doing?” He said lowly. A dim fire danced within your body and soul as you watched his eyes easily devour you from his superior stance. You backed away a little, your butt pressing up into the cold surface behind you. Jaemin followed along, allowing his torso to come centimeters away from yours.

“Being a flirty jerk.” You muttered with distaste, but you were anything but distasteful toward him right now. In fact,

You were rather excited.

“Am I catching your eyes, at least?”

You rolled your eyes, glaring up into his jestingly, “Whatever floats your boat, Love.”

“Hmm,” Jaemin purred, letting his eyes draw closed, “I like the way that you call me that.”

“What?” You barked, astonished by his sheer audacity.

With one swift movement, you shoved him off you, thankfully landing in the makeup chair with a plop, or you would have been in big trouble.

He slouched back, shooting you a lazy smirk, “You don’t have to shove me to touch me, Y/N. You can just ask to feel me up, I’m not as shy as I may seem.” He drawled, his hooded eyes practically setting you on fire like a witch on the stake.

“I have no idea what you’re on about today, Jaemin.” You hissed with your arms crossing over your body, but you knew the scarlet red tinting your cheeks would give you away like a children’s book.

“Is that so? Well, I’ll tell you plainly if you go out with me this weekend.”

“Huh?”

“Saturday evening at our dorms. I’ll take you out on a date.”

“A date?!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jaemin shot up from the chair, shooting you a wink before walking away.

“What if I say no?!” You called out, making the bubblegum haired boy to slowly turn around to face you.

“I won’t take ‘no’ as an answer, because I know you want me just as much as I want you.” He said plainly, before finally exiting the room.

You huffed with no particular emotion, because you were basically feeling every single emotion at once.

“So that’s what it’s like to survive a tornado, huh?” You muttered, not able to tear your eyes away from the door Jaemin just seconds ago slipped past.

But he was right.

You really wanted him, too.

~~~

“Sooo, did she say yes?” Jisung cheerfully chirped, nudging Jaemin as the group of them were getting ready for the Vlive event.

“I’ll tell you that after this weekend.” Jaemin chuckled weakly, scratching at the nape of his neck.

He put on one hell of an act for you, praying to the heavens that it worked. While he did it to rile you up, it was partially fueled by a hidden fuel that he never knew he had.

Jaemin sighed tiredly, using the thought of you to keep him awake for the Vlive event.

“I always knew you liked her, Hyung!”

“I-”

Jaemin gave up his useless protests.

It was just fact at this point... 

Jaemin was one hell of a sucker for you, and he knew that wouldn’t be changing any time soon.

[01zfan]

Okay i wanted to tell u my top 5 01zfan faves for a bit but I had such a hard time choosing 😭😭

1. Is definitely trigger finger. The line where sungchan is like “u just wanna get fucked” my immediate reaction is always YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS because it’s true he’s RIGHT I just wanna be FAWKED!!!!! Also mean dom sungchan who has lost his patience w me makes me dizzy as fuckkkkkk I need him in a very normal and sane way :3 (yes I am patiently waiting for a4u part 3 I know it will send me to the upper room but irdgaf I like when he’s mean bc I’m mean)

2. don’t waste it pt 2. GODDDDDDDDD. As one of ur like 3 dedicated rabid bat shit crazy sohee anons I reread that fic (and talk to me whewww) regularly like I get paid for it FUCKKKKK the thought of us sneaking around like that as idols is so hot to me. Fucking his mouth just to have him present me and my group and award onstage minutes later makes me a bit mentally ill 😁 god I need him to throw me between the stove and the refrigerator (but like with love ❤️)

3. stress relief bc of this bit alone “shotaro broke the string with the dildo, letting it rest on your bottom lip while you looked up to him with blown out eyes. shotaro gave you a simple head nod and you poked your tongue out, laving the tip until it was glossy with your spit. shotaro licked a line down it himself, making you widen your eyes.” That fucking FREAK I need him I need him I need him I need him so bad I love when fics explore toy usage bc I loveeeeee toys and the thought of them being used on me 😭😭😭😭 I need him so bad he was so slutty for that I need him

4. just the whole argue w u series tbh w u that’s straight up literature. Shakespeare been real quiet since that dropped idk

5. bike peg ouuuuuu pretty boy wonbin let me take care of u PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and that one part when he called his gf after we fucked and was like “I slept w a girl that wasn’t u how tf could u do that to me” I WAS LIKE WHACK HER AGIN WONBIN YASSSSSSSSSS bc seriously how do people even do that shit :/ that fic made me cry lowkey but fuck it was also so hot though

OMGEEEE i'm just now seeing this. thank you so much for the little descriptions on why you like each one i really appreciate the thought you put into this🥲 i understand you on a fundamental level because i love all those fics fro the same reason. LIKEEEEEE sungchan being a little mean shotaro being a lil freak LIKE WOAHHHHH. thank you so much for reading and supporting AGHHHH i hope i keep releasing fics you like!

[shippercat]

gonna talk about the carson drama a lil here because i have a hot take

some might even say its controversial but listen

that blorb girl or whatever was definitely a victim thats true but shes also not completely innocent

dont get me wrong carsons a damn degenerate for using the power imbalance between a creator and its fans to get nudes and i am all in with #callmeincarcerated or #callmecancelled but some parts of it were instigated by the girl

dare i say it was started by it too??

you can even see in their discord screenshot conversations that both parties know wht theyre doing is fucked up but continue to do so

some say the girl is acting like that due to the grooming and ok sure perhaps BUT AGAIN if she really is 17 years old that girl had to have some idea on what not to do (mind you apparently this happened in 2019 and theres a lot of access to information about shit like this so both carson and this girl definitely know what theyre doing)

now if the girl was younger or this happened in a time when information on internet grooming situations werent more available then its absolutely all on carson for being a fuckin piece of shit (i mean seriously what the fuck)

idk man im all for holding people responsible but i also dislike it when they just point out shit at person when the other had some sus in it too

OK DONT HATE ME YET LET ME SAY ONE LAST THING

while she shouldve known better and really shouldnt have pursued and persuaded him carsons actions to lead her on was uncalled for

cause in the end he was the one who held the power to stop it

that girl looked up to him and idolized him so it was harder for her to want to stop so he shouldve had basic human decency and stopped it from going anywhere bad in the first place

in conclusion both parties fuelled the fire but the person who had the extinguisher never prevented it at all and now the flames have grown until it burns it all

seriously though fame can fuck with a persons head make them think theyve got authority over others and thats sth i hate so much?? this is why i tend to never compliment people with any sort of fame on their appearances itll feed their ego and not everyone can control themselves like they should

[takerfoxx]

Jurassic Park 4: Doki Idol Live Festival!

magic5ball submitted:

Remember how you asked me about my idea for a Jurassic Park sequel? Well, here you go:

The two velociraptors stood outside a pastel colored town house in Hokkaido prefecture, Japan. If any passerbys thought that was weird, they certainly didn’t show it. Probably because the raptors were wearing fedoras and fake mustaches, so they looked like humans. Also they had guns. Very cool, very intimidating mobster guns. A tommy gun and a sawed-off shotgun, respectively.

You needed guns, to survive Shinzo Abe’s little empire of vice and socialized medical care.

“So this is the place, huh?” muttered the velociraptor carrying the sawed-off shotgun. His thick Brooklyn accent hung in the air like concrete. “Kinda… frillier than I was expecting.”

“It better be.” Replied his companion, who sounded like your racist conservative uncle trying to impersonate that one cool guy from ‘The Godfather’ (You know, the one with the mustache who was played by Robert de Niro). “We hadda kill a whole lotta people to get this hellhole.”

Sawed-off shotgun licked his non-existent lizard lips

“But hey. That airplane stewardess tasted mighty fine goin-“

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake, would ya stop thinkin’ with your stomach and help me with this f*ckin’ knob!” cried tommy gun, trying to work the doorknob best he could with his raptor claws, which, in all honesty, wasn’t much, because raptor claws are terrible at operating things meant for human fingers. Little did he know, the door was a ‘pull’, not a ‘push.

At least he didn’t have to wait long before someone unlocked the door from the other side: another velociraptor, this one a bit on the short side. And p!ssed. Very, very p!ssed. You could tell he was the cool one because he wore an eyepatch over one eye. An eyepatch with a Captain Underpants logo on it.

“Didn’t your parent’s ever teach you idiots about using the doorbell?! I was just about to enjoy lunch with my beautiful wife and you-!“

He paused, recognizing the two figures facing him.

“Well, well, well” Said tommy gun, cocking his weapon “If it isn’t SWEET JOHN HAMMOND’S BALLSACK WHAT THE F*CK AM I LOOKING AT?!”

For the cool raptor was dressed in a gothic Lolita maid outfit, complete with a bonnet and penny loafers. Under his arm he carried a human sized pillow depicting what appeared to be a blonde floozy with massive tits.

 “Oh this? This is Mami Tomoe, my beautiful wife.”

“WHAT THE F*CK!?!?” Tommy gun pulled out a flask off orange Fanta from his butthole and drank the whole thing in one go. He did NOT have time for this homosexual weeaboo nonsense! Still, he and shotgun hadn’t left a mountain of corpses the exact height and width as Mt. Fuji behind them. Too many to go back to Isla Nublar empty handed. Er, clawed. Because they were dinosaurs. Who have claws.

Shotgun took a deep breath. “What the Boss means to say is, ‘May we take refuge in this fine establishment?’”

Cool raptor opened his mouth to reveal a pistol he’d hidden there. And by hidden I mean replaced his tongue with it.

“You know, for all crap you guys used to give me in the past, I oughta pump you full of lead right here and now. Buuutttt… the lady of the house is present, and I’m not in the mood to create more work on her end. So come on in! You’re just in time for lunch.”

Lest they attract unneeded attention, the three dinosaurs hopped inside.

.   .   .

Lunch was omurice boba tea with a bottle of teriyaki sauce on the side. It was just boba tea, but the boba had been replaced by omurice because F-Bomb hated the flavor of boba, which he likened to rabbit crap. The teriyaki sauce was teriyaki sauce.

It was the most racist thing shotgun had ever eaten.

“Well, now that you jerks have gotten a taste of my sloppy seconds, I suppose some introductions are in order. You’ve already met my lovely wife” Cool raptor gestured to the body pillow seated next to him “So that leaves you two. Mami, meet A-Hole and D-Bag. A-Hole’s got the tommy gun, D-Bag is ridin’ her sawed off shotgun, as always. They’re old… acquaintances of mine.”

“He.” Corrected D-Bag. “I’ve been using he/him pronouns six months now.”

“Well that’s an improvement. Now instead of bein’ the Boss’ side B!tch literally, you’re just his b!tch figuratively!”

“Well screw you too, F-Bomb!” laughed the boss. “An’ speakin’ of screwing, what’s with the fruity get up? You a prostitute now or something?”

 “Even better! This might surprise you, but I’ve got legitimate work now. This here’s my uniform, my uniform for MILF TIDDIES!”

A-Hole chugged his entire bottle of teriyaki sauce in one go, lest his mind implode from the sheer stupidity of that sentence.

“The Hell’s a milf tiddie!?”

“Only the best freakin’ maid café in Hoikaido, hookers!”

He gestured to a wall, covered in hundreds of photos of cute floozies dressed like they were attending a vampire’s funeral. Among them was a photo of F-Bomb in his drag, serving a deep fried hot dog to some elderly Japanese dude.

“As you can see, yours truly is serving Japan’s national desert to none other than 57th Prime Minister of Japan Shinzo Abe!”

“Hold it up. Youse been hobnobbing it with politicians?!”

“I wish! You’re thinking of Shinzo Abe, 57th Prime Minister of Japan. This guy is his twin brother. Still pretty sweet though. We DID win a Grammy for that, after all.”

A-Holes eyes bulged out of his scaly raptor head.

“YOUSE WON A GRAMMY FOR THAT?!”

“Dang right! Milf Tiddies has won sixteen Grammys since I started working there!” He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. A very special piece of paper, if the six holes punched into it were any indication. “Did you know that if you win ten Grammys in a row, they give you a free orphan? That’s how the wife and I got our glorious daughter, Lil’ Nagisa!”

F-Bomb pulled a faded photo out of his wallet. A photo showing himself, his pillow wife, and a smaller body pillow of a ten-year-old moeblob wearing a Green Bay Packers cheesehead helmet.

“So youse couldn’t even conceive your own kid?” Inquired D-Bag sexily. He was munching his omurice slowly, so F-Bomb knew he was being serious.

“Are you implying I have sex with my own wife, you sick freak?! I’m a weeaboo, not some degenerate anime fanboy! Get it straight!” He instinctively cocked the pistol in his throat. It was awesome as hell.

In response, D-Bag pumped his shotgun. Loudly.

“Permission to put the sick freak out of his misery, Boss?”

“Firstly, don’t call me Boss when we’re not having anal sex. Second, no can do, my spicy lover. We need F-Bomb alive.”

F-Bomb heard all of this even though A-Hole whispered it, but he pretended not to make A-Hole feel clever.

D-Bag mumbled about how the Boss was lucky he was so mind blowing in the sack, otherwise he would have left the relationship long ago. The sack in this case being a really kinky sex dungeon. Like really kinky. So kinky even Donald Trump wouldn’t go within a mile of it. D-Bag had almost died of autoerotic asphyxiation more times than I’ve gone to the bathroom in my lifetime. That’s why he was the smartest dinosaur out of the three of them. Now where was I again?

Anyway, F-Bomb interrogated

“Alright guys, what’s the deal? I know folks who come to this socialized medical care infested hellhole, and they don’t come here just to eat omurice boba tea. You WANT me for something.”

He cocked his mouth-pistol again. Sparks flew all over the carpet, which was made of alpaca fur so it didn’t catch fire.

A-Hole scandalously kept his cool.

“It’s about Isla Nublar.”

The second those words left A-Hole’s lips, F-Bomb escorted his wife out of the kitchen, but leaned her against the kitchen door, because that’s what she would have wanted.

“Well what about it? I told ya guys, I’m done with that dump.”

“They’re puttin’ the screws on us, F-Bomb. Making us pay for eating those tourists back in the nineties.”

“And what makes you think I care? Like I said, I’m done with that place. I got a wife and kid now.”

“But F-Bomb, doesn’t the Park mean ANYTHING to ya!? What about the time we ate that park ranger that called you a girl? ‘Better than sex’ I recall you saying.”

“Nice try, but I’m not exactly in the mood to get misgendered again. Don’t you guys got any ideas that don’t involve me?”

“As a matter of fact, yours truly had this really spectacular one!”

D-Bag did a hand gesture wherein he constantly crossed his dinosaur claws across his throat rapidly in quick succession. A-Hole, being very smart, knew this meant he should continue, loudly enough so that everyone in the prefecture could hear.

“It was called ‘Trump Ballz’. We’d harvest Donald Trump’s testicles, see, and sell them to the highest bidder, so they could do whatever people do with lopped off testicles. I’m not one to judge. It was a terrific idea. I know because when I told my best friend Donald Trump about it, he said, ‘A-Hole, this is an incredible idea. Absolutely terrific! This is probably the best idea in America! You are very smart, very intelligent dinosaur! I oughta buy you a prostitute!’ Of course, we didn’t realize that Trump’s ballz don’t grow back when you lop them off. Did you know that by the way? Human testicles don’t grow back-“

F-Bomb cocked the pistol inside his throat gain, getting the Boss to shut up. This was probably the most heroic thing anyone had ever done in the history of the universe. He also asked a question:

“SO WHAT THE HECK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ME?!”

A-Hole vomited a severed arm and a pamphlet onto the table.

“EVERYTHING, ya WEEB trash!”

The pamphlet was for something called the Doki Idol Live Fest- DILF, for short. F-Bomb was no stranger to the DILF, but they had parted ways years ago. Six, to be exact, when he had buried Nico Yazawa’s still screaming corpse by the side of the highway. And neither was he stranger to the prize.

It looked like a beer and soda drinking baseball cap, but only to complete idiots who didn’t know crap about the Idol Life.

And F-Bomb wasn’t one of those people, er dinosaurs.

“THE MCGUFFIN OF SIN?!”

“Dam* straight! And like it or not, youse the only one with enough idol know-how to help us win it! Thing’s worth, like, a zillion dollars.”

A zillion in this case was equivalent to half a million. Still, isn’t that impressive?

F-Bomb stuck his nose in his omurice and snorted, a common intimidation tactic among velociraptors. I know because I read  it in the Scientific American.

“Sorry, guys, but even with that on the line, no can do. I’m DONE with the Idol Life, any I’m not letting you filthy casuals drag me back in.” He cocked the pistol in his throat. “NOW SCRAM!”

A-Hole and D-Bag jumped out a window, so they could get the jump on a feral dog humping its’ owner. Nobody realized they were dinosaurs because of their fake mustaches, so it looked like a pair of mobsters were eating a puppy.

When they were gone, F-Bomb pranced to the bathroom, which was filled with plush alpacas he had collected over the years. So many, in fact, the bathroom did not meet OSHA compliance. Which was why F-Bomb had made it an independent nation state, only to realize that OSHA didn’t apply to him anyway, since he lived in Japan.

He had felt really stupid after that, but at least he got his own country out of it.

Anyway, he vomited sixteen liters of blood into the sink, for F-Bomb had a secret: he was dying. Back when he was a fetus in an egg in a lab on some island in the Caribean, he’d become addicted to the illegal street drug known as WEEB, and frequent use had poisoned his lungs. The doctors had given him Socialized Medical Care and four more years to live. The WEEB had taken eighty years off his life. Socialized Medical Care had borrowed his lawnmower and never given it back.

But F-Bomb also had a dream: he and his wife were going to build their own maid café, and it would be even better than MILF Tiddies. He’d already picked a title: DILF Tiddies, and it was going to be the greatest food-selling establishment in the history of Japan. Omurice boba tea was going to go global. But he’d never get the funds on time, not on his meager salary. Unless…

His beautiful wife greeted him as he exited the bathroom.

“Get a pen and some razor blades, sweetgums. I’ve got a letter to send.”

.   .   .

The message arrived in the neck of a mailman’s severed head. This is the traditional way velociraptors send letters to each other. I read it in a book.

D-Bag didn’t see the letter, but the look on A-Hole’s face told him everything.

“What’d I tell ya, D-Bag? Like I always say, when you’re dino you’re dino all the way, till youse dead in the ground or youse come out as gay!”

“Yeah, we really need to update those lyrics.”

End Chapter 1

...I cannot for the life of me decide if this is the greatest thing I've ever seen or the worst, but it at the very least had me staring speechless at my computer screen for a long time.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing a series)

“Ya know, I dunno why I thought she mighta been jokin’ ‘bout the tuxes.” Croissant was blushing brightly as she was getting her measurements taken.

Mostima shrugged. “I don’t ever plan on getting married, but one of us was bound to tie the knot sooner or later, and Texas needs to find an officiant who will sign two certificates for her discreetly before it’s even an option for her. Where are your hanger-ons, by the way?”

“With Angelina, doing the same thing we are.” The Lupo had a Pocky stick in her mouth like a cigar, taking it all in. “I wouldn’t marry Sora, though. Exu maybe, but not Sora. She’s a good girl, but the whole ‘idol worship’ is a bit much.”

“She’d really want you to praise her that much?” The Sarkaz smirked.

Texas rolled her eyes. “Funny.”

“If any’n’s worshippin’ any’n, it ain’t Tex.” The Forte chuckled, but had to stop when the tape measure came ‘round again. “Hey, how tight this need ta be? Least gimme a lil’ room ta breathe ‘ere.”

“Don’t question my judgment, ‘less you wan’a punishment. I been wearin’ this look a lot longer than you.” Emperor bit back, making the last few notes he needed.

The three shared a glance. “You wear T-shirts over your feathers, though,” Mostima observed.

“Well, yeah, cuz’ I like the style,” he replied, “but if ya ever see me rockin’ my birthday suit, you’d know I’m just as fuckin’ classy. Got killer shoes to boot.”

“What, yer feet?” Croissant glanced down at the penguin’s openly-visible legs.

He nodded. “Damn straight. The boys will have your suit to ya within a couple days; when’s the big shindig, anyways?”

“Uh...I dunno.” The Forte shrugged. “We’re gonna sign the papers a week from now, but we don’t have money for a ceremony.”

“Well, then, imma have to do it myself.” Emperor opened his notes again and walked away, pen scribbling faster than before.

Texas shook her head. “That’s how you know you’re the Boss’s favorite, Cross.”

“Aw, shucks, I didn’ wan’im to pay fer it.” She sighed. “I’m gonna be payin’im back ferever at this rate.”

“Could be worse - if he died before forever came along, the debt would probably go right back to the company.” And with that, the Sankta left, the other two not too far behind, to meet Bison in the lobby.

Meanwhile, Magallan was moving at a more leisurely pace, listening to Angie recount the proposal story. “That sounds exactly like I imagined. Empy’s was a lot more ostentatious, but I had no idea what was coming, either. WIth him, he could’ve been holding an impromptu concert.”

“That’s the Emperor, alright.” Exusiai sighed. “I can’t imagine what it’d be like to go through something like this. Can you, Sora?”

“Hmm?” The ‘Lupo’ had been doing just that, actually.

Angelina smiled. “Oh, I think she can. I’ve had that look on my face for the past week now...It’s too bad we can’t afford to have a ceremony, though.”

“You can’t?” The Liberi measuring her stopped. “Oh, dear, why didn’t you tell me? I’m sure Empy and I can help you with that; consider it our wedding gift to you both.”

“You’d really do that? But they’re so expensive...” Her fiance’s sense for money was rubbing off on her.

Magallan chirped merrily. “Oh, it’s no big deal; we’re making so much, it’s a drop in the bucket. How does three weeks from today sound?”

“Oh, Magallan, I can’t just blindly agree without talking to my Croissantwich first...buuut that’ll probably be okay.” The Vulpo was about to explode from happiness; luckily, they were done with measurements at this point (because of Liberi efficiency), so she was free to detonate with glee as she burst out of the dressing room. “Croissaaaaaant!”

“Angie?!” The Forte heard her and turned around in time to be slammed by a full-speed makeout machine which managed through sheer enthusiasm to knock her to the floor.

Texas nodded as the other two followed out. “Ceremony?”

“Ceremony,” Exusiai confirmed. “Emp and Maggie paying for the whole thing?”

“That’s what he said...Wonder if he’ll pay for ours.”

Two Penguin Logistics members turned bright red as Bison and Mostima had an intense but muted conversation off to the side...Yep, just another day in Penguin Logistics.

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“Wow. They really did pull out all the stops, didn’t they?” The Doctor and Amiya took back their IDs from the door guard as they walked into the auditorium that’d been taken over. “It’ll be hard to match for ours.”

“Doctor darling, we probably shouldn’t compete with the Emperor like that. He doesn’t like to back down from a fight.” Besides, why would she need a grand ceremony? Just her and the Doctor at the altar, Kal’tsit as the Maid of Honor, Savage and Blaze as bridesmaids-

There was a tap on her shoulder as her date gestured to the seating. “I wonder if they expect to fill the place tonight.”

“Everyone’s sitting so close to the front, it’s hard to tell.” The Cautus shrugged. “Let’s sit back here. It’s a bit crowded there...So many emotions at once might overload me.”

“As you wish~ Oh, they’re about to start, I think. One question: why is Texas on the other side and wearing a suit? And why isn’t Emperor, even though Lappland is in one?”

Amiya shrugged. “Hard to say, Doctor. How did Lappland get to be a groomsman when Bison is- Oh! He’s the officiant.”

“When did he get that certifi-” He stopped as soon as Bison began to read.

“Friends, colleagues, and esteemed leaders of Rhodes Island,” the Forte began. “While I stand before you today acting in a merely ceremonial capacity in this celebration, I cannot begin to tell you how exciting a day this is not just for us at Penguin Logistics, but for Rhodes Island as a whole. Never have I seen a pair more in love than the two who come here today to declare their union in holy matrimony. Will the groom please come forward?”

From a door off to their right, there was a bit of a ruckus, followed by Croissant stepping through with a sheepish smile on her face as Emperor walked her to the altar before taking a front-row seat. Evidently, she’d knocked over a coat rack or something as she’d approached the door, but that wasn’t what grabbed people’s attention.

The Doctor squeezed Amiya’s hand. “Our Croissant is a rather handsome woman, isn’t she?”

“Oh, hush, dear.” She lightly slapped his hand, which was resting atop hers on the chair arm between them. “I think she looks lovely.”

“That’s what I meant, darling, just in a masculine sense. The style matches her perfectly, and the tailoring is also impeccable, honestly.”

She gave him a look. “Have you been studying this sort of thing?”

“It’s important to have a broad knowledge base.” He smiled as the Forte stepped up to the altar, clearly noticed she’d missed her mark, and shuffled a little to get into place. “Oh, Cross...”

“Uh...thank y’all for comin’. Wudn’t sure how many people’d wanna come when we’d already tied the knot on our own, but uh...It means a lot ta both of us, I know. Uh...” She probably had more, but she choked up with tears in her eyes in the face of Rhodes Island’s full support on display. “Th-thank y’all so much...”

As Texas patted her on the shoulder, Bison continued. “Is the bride ready?”

“As ready as she’ll ever be,” Mostima muttered as the opposite door opened to reveal a procession: Greyy with a pair of rings displayed on a pillow walking with Gummy, who was sprinkling the floor behind them with flowers. Behind them, Magallan was arm-in-arm with Angelina, who was wearing a suit of her own.

“Oh my God,” Amiya gasped in wonder. “Doctor-”

He nodded, squeezing her hand. “I see her, too, dear.”

“Hot damn,” Emperor audibly muttered, catching the attendees off-guard and eliciting more than a few laughs.

“Thank you, Emperor.” Angie smiled at him before turning to the crowd as Maggie took a seat. “My parents aren’t here, and I doubt they’d have agreed to attend if I’d told them, but Penguin Logistics is more like my family than anyone. The other day, I finally married into it, and...I just wanna say, to everyone from Rhodes Island who was able to make it, and the folks who had work to do, I appreciate everything you’ve all done for Cross and me since I got here. Even if this probably isn’t what any of you saw coming...Bison?”

He smiled. “Greyy, if you would?” The Perro held out the pillow for the couple to each take a ring. “Excellent. Now, as I wasn’t able to be fully ordained in time for this ceremony, I can’t lead the two in a recital of their vows, but they asked to be able to each say something here today. Angelina, if you will?”

“I think my wifesband should go first,” she teased, grinning at the blush that turn of phrase created.

“Well, ya only get ta do this right once, huh...” The Forte wiped at her eye. “Hoo boy. I was there the night Angie realized her feelin’s fer me, but I’ll a’mit, e’er since the firs’ day I saw ‘er, I ‘ad a pretty good ide-er just ‘ow wun’erful she is. Ain’t a lotta girls in’a world that got both a good ‘ead on ‘er shoulders and a warm ‘eart like she got, but ‘at ain’t e’ry’in ta love ‘bout ‘er either. Not sure if she ‘members this, but first time we met was back when she aksidelly went’n PL lookin’ fer the Doctor. Nothin’ like ‘avin’ some’n so gorjus tell ya ‘Sorry, was lookin’ fer some’n else,’ ya know?”

A bit of laughter from the crowd before she continued. “I reckon I ‘ad the last laugh there, tho’, cuz’ guess ‘oo gets to call ‘erself Mrs. Ajimu now...Angelface, we were friends long ‘fore I thought we ‘ad a chance at bein’ lovers, so you know when I say I’ve seen ya at yer best and yer worst, I ain’t tryin’a diss ya. There ain’t a nuther person in ‘is room as lucky as me t’day, ‘cuz the love of my life loves meh back...Ya prolly shud stop meh, else I’ll just keep ram’lin’.”

“That’s alright; even if these folks have other places to be, I’d listen to every word. You know, darling, if it was a nightmare that inspired you to propose to me when you did, I have to wonder what happens when you have a good dream, but I think I’ve been living in one since the day we had our first date. Between movie nights with the company and waking up to your smile in the mornings, it’s like living in one of the cheesy teen novels I loved reading after floating up to one of my usual spots. Loving you is a flashback and a memory and a dream and a reality all rolled up in knowing that, whatever happens - arguments, deployments that separate us, maybe even one of us getting hurt - there’s nothing in the world that’ll stop me from needing you, wanting you, standing by your side...Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me...” Having said her piece, tears in her eyes, Angie reached out and slid her ring on Cross’s finger, who did the same in turn.

“I think I’m gonna cry,” the Doctor whispered to his date, who already was. “G-good call on the back sea--” And there went the water works.

Across most of the auditorium, actually, save for those physically incapable, and Bison, who soldiered on regardless. “That said, before we get to the festivities provided by Emperor and Magallan for the evening, it’s my duty to ask: if anyone here has any objection to this union - not that it will matter from a legal standpoint - speak now or forever hold your peace...Good, because I’d punch you myself if you did. Then, by the power invested in me by Rhodes Island and subsidiary company Penguin Logistics-”

“When did that happen?” Amiya asked in a hushed voice. “I thought we were just partners with them?”

“Closure and Emperor came to some kind of understanding. I wasn’t there for the process, I just signed the agreement.”

“-I now announce you to the world as Mrs. and Mrs. Ajimu. You may now kiss your bride.”

You didn’t have to ask them twice.

The celebration afterwards was wild as hell. Emperor had an impromptu concert (as expected); Bison proposed to Mostima, who actually agreed before falling apart in a spectacular show of emotion Exusiai had thought was impossible for her; the Doctor and Amiya tore up the dance competition that broke out, but narrowly lost to Croissantwich and Angelface in the karaoke contest afterwards; Lappland admitted that she wasn’t actually in love with Texas but trying to rile her up into a duel so she could get to Exusiai the entire time, which actually got the Texas family’s most composed to go full Mafia Samurai on her ass as the Sankta and the idol looked on in a mix of horror and “omg I knew it;” and through it all, drink was had, and merry was made.

Terra was a difficult place to live in. Poverty, inequality, terror, bloodshed, fear, hatred, jealousy - they’re no less potent or prominent on its surface than any other world’s, a product of the inevitable confluence of humanity’s imperfections magnified across a barely-numerable and broadly-scattered population. With all that said, though, there was much to live for, and as Angelina and Croissant made it home and threw themselves out of their clothes for the ‘real’ celebration of the evening, none of that mattered. Tomorrow would come, or it wouldn’t, but that night was theirs in a way no other would be...

[hyperfixationtimego]

the three wingmen of thh; Leon (chaotic), Kyoto (lawful), and Hina (neutral)

Kyoto was 100% the reason Celeste is dating Junko, it’s canon now. She is extremely involved in seating for extracurricular activities (i.e. the tea parties), and commonly puts them together. She finds putting Taka and Mondo apart...helps them?? She has no idea why but if they’re seated far from each other, they are immediately cuddling once they leave the room.

Grey-hair and Blue-hair girls are dating, no I do not take criticism (grey hair has braids I think and protects a mob guy?? and blue hair is the mastermind ig, she has black glasses apparently) - queer eye anon

oh my god yes???

Leon and Chihiro were some very powerful masterminds behind ishimondo ngl 👀 like chihiro’s brainpower combined with kuwata’s sheer strength of will?? UNSTOPPABLE those gay bitches never stood a CHANCE

although to be fair, most of their plans DID involve using a digital lock and/or utilizing alter ego to somehow force them into an empty room and keep them locked in there until they finally confessed 💛

Leon ALSO wingmans for sayaka because they’re besties who hate each other ❤️ he’s constantly cracking jokes with her about how she should just text Mukuro that she wants to fuck, or jokingly advises her to use raunchy pick-up lines on Sakura. He’s come very close once or twice to just. Blurting out “HEY MUKURO! SAKURA! SAYAKA’S GOT A HUGE FUCKING CRUSH ON Y-” only to have the idol clamp a hand over his stupid dumbass mouth <3

it’s okay because sayaka absolutely gets her revenge when she has to wingman for him and makoto (the only reason she doesn’t completely fuck up kuwata’s chances and embarrass him is because she’s besties with Makoto, too, and knows the poor guy’s ALSO got it bad. There’s a lot of Sayaka (and literally everyone else too) having to deal with some gross oblivious loveydovey pining from these fucking dorks, so she gets her fill of teasing)

And Hina wingmanning for Sakura???? Bruh okay u have no IDEA how much serotonin platonic sakuraoi gives me simply because????? Them?????? They????? Love???????? I love them???

And basically Hina’s just the right amount of empathy/sympathy and logic!! Her main, go-to piece of advice is “just talk to them!” And - surprise - trusting her on this usually leads to having fun and making good memories with the object(s) of affection !!

She’s such a sweetheart??? And like yes ofc she doesn’t have an answer for everything, because her heart is just a lil bit bigger than her brain sometimes (ok but mood tho like no shame this is both kin and projecting) but she’s trying her best!!! As she always listens to whoever needs her at that moment and gives the best advice she can - which isn’t even limited to romantic situations!!! She’s one of the go-to students for when someone’s having, like, an everyday problem or feeling stressed because she’s so non-judgemental and soothing to be around!!!

It’s Hina appreciation hours 💛

Anyway, Kyoko-

she also (unfortunately) is forced to wingman for Makoto and Leon, which means a lot of listening to naegi ramble on about how cool and nice and interesting and pretty and blah blah blah kuwata is (don’t get Kirigiri wrong, she adores Leon, but a girl can only take so much, y’know?)

and requests for Makoto to simply......TELL LEON are almost ALWAYS refused because nope no way in hell absolutely not and so she’s like great I’m gonna go bang my head against a desk because I seriously cannot take the two of you anymore

eventually she (secretly) goes and talks to Leon, without betraying Makoto’s trust or disclosing any information she feels he would not be comfortable with, does her best to subtly hint at the fact that hey. koto’s got a crush. you should fucking ask him about it before I go completely insane. Leon doesn’t fully get the hint but does go talk to Makoto, which FINALLY prompts some goddamn CONVERSATION about it thank GOD

also sorry sorry not to ramble but I just????? an idea hit me like a gd truck and I need to talk about it because I love???? I love????? I love

sometime after all this, Kyoko gets inadvertently wrapped up in co-wingmanning with Makoto for Komaru and Toko/Jill. Except. Those three have no clue about the fact that there is any wingmanning going on.

so kyoko’s like “why are we doing this”

and makoto’s like “because she’s my sister and she’s in love and I want her to be happy!!!”

“Okay but shouldn’t they work this out on their own”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!!!”

“*Sigh.* Goddamnit.”

And then Leon eventually hears about it, as well, because of course makoto’s gonna talk abt it with his boyfriend, why wouldn’t he, and anyway kuwata’s like OH?? POG??? because he and Toko and he and Jill are friends!!!! So he’s like I’ll totally help omg Fukawa and Syo are gonna STOKED

(Makoto does not comment on the fact that Toko most likely will not, in fact, be stoked by the idea of kuwata meddling in her love life, but does at least advise his dear 0-braincell partner to be careful ❤️)

okay okay sorry I’m a simp for tokomaru and syomaru on main but anyway back to kyoko and seating charts-

YEAH ON GOD???

And poor Kirigiri already has trouble comprehending how social interaction works that this kinda shit just???? Completely breaks her?????

“Why.....do people.....react different.......like I will accommodate for it but.....I do not.....understand......”

does not fucking compute

(Also shhhhh don’t let Korekiyo know that there was something about human behavior Kirigiri didn’t understand because somehow they will materialize from the shadows to go on a softly excited special interest infodump ramble/lecture that lasts hours and hours)

But yeah???? Ironically enough, she’s honestly the only person from her class who’s able to, for the most part, figure out how Celestia’s mind works, and so she’s able to use that to her advantage when setting her up with Junko!!! (The thing with Celeste was that it sort of became a case to Kyoko!! Celeste was so Obviously different in her behavior and mannerisms than everyone else that Kirigiri basically ended up treating learning about her the same way she would treat trying to solve a crime or something similar!!)

For ishimondo she chalks it up to “absence makes the heart grow fonder???” she guesses????? seriously she has No Clue

also she doesn’t pick up on it but they DO give each other pining puppy dog eyes from across the room the whole goddamn time like they’re just [y e a r n]

And OKAY ANON???? HEY ANON????? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THE FUCKING GALAXY BRAIN JUICE???? HELLO???????

I. how is it possible to not know the games and yet,,,,,,,conjure up a concept so incredible????? Pekomugi,,,,,,,,,my g o d

Ok ok ok ok ok hold on hold on lemme gather my thoughts because holy fuck

FIRST OF ALL, Tsumugi is a GIANT nerd, so the thought of having a SWORD GF???? A GIRLFRIEND WHO IS A SWORDSMAN???? HOLY FUCK?????? she can live out her wildest samurai anime fantasies,,,,,,,because she quite literally has a swordswoman girlfriend who would protect her with her sword oh my g o d

SECOND OF ALL, Tsumugi also????? fucking loves sitting in on Peko’s training sessions to watch her beautiful incredible wonderful darling partner spar??? and use badass techniques and strategies???? Literally Tsumugi is always blown away??

and she ALWAYS comes and barrels into Peko to give her a gigantic hug and shower her with kisses once training’s over!!!! And Peko doesn’t understand because

“I am hot and sweaty. I am currently very gross, why are you kissing me,”

“No!!! You’re stunning and perfect and charming!!!! You make me swoon!!! Oh, dear knight, hold me in your sweet embrace....”

meanwhile peko’s just like babe pls let me go take a shower

and okay final thing I promise, but....Peko is absolutely astonished by Tsumugi’s cosplay abilities???? Like with a lot of her works, Peko can hardly even believe that that’s her gd girlfriend????? Like sweet JESUS her datemate is damn good at makeup and disguising herself and whatnot

“cosplay is an art and you have perfected it,” like catch tsumugi fuckinf crying

[every-kirishima-eijirou]

The Beauty of Red Riot’s Origin Story: Episode 72 Analysis (LONG POST AHEAD)

Well, here we are! I’ve been waiting ages to watch this episode, and now, it’s finally done, and I am more than happy with how it turned out. I’ve seen it in both Japanese and English, back to back, and both Toshiki Masuda and Justin Cook knocked their performances out of the park, and the emotion conveyed in their voices only made our boy’s origin story that much more emotional. But WHY is it so emotional? What makes such a seemingly ordinary backstory have such an impact on a viewer? (Especially viewers like, you know, US). Well, this is the purpose of this lil analysis here, so let us explore how Kirishima’s backstory contributes so nicely to his character. (Disclaimer: Manga screencaps are not my translation).

Let’s start from the beginning:

This panel shows us what we already knew to begin with: Our boy Kirishima is good-natured, stands up for others, and has strong, manly convictions. Nothing special, really, and the revelation that he was like this long before he entered UA is a great foundation for his character. In that regard, he has a similar foundation to Deku, but what differs is their struggles. Now, we know Deku grew up without a quirk in a society where quirks have been thoroughly normalized, but what does Kirishima struggle with, if anything? Is that even possible, what with him being so outgoing and boisterous?

As it turns out: yes. It’s VERY possible. This is where we see that our Red Riot is not as infallible as we may have thought. Yes, Deku had a hard time growing up without a quirk, and while Kirishima was born with a quirk just like most others, he grew up being ashamed of it, which if you think about it is a lot worse in some ways. Quirks are hereditary, and for many people, including Kirishima, quirks are also an important part of one’s own identity. This can inspire feelings of depression and even envy towards people with “better” quirks, like Mina. In contrast with Kirishima’s more traditional view of heroism and chivalry, Mina has a flashy quirk and bubbly personality, which is really effective for diffusing the situation with the bullies. This is where Kirishima’s manliness fails him, and no, not because he got shown up by a girl (thank GOD for that). It’s because heroism in the “modern” age favors heroes who can provide entertainment. Someone who’d be right at home in, say, the idol industry (like Mina). According to his friends, Kirishima’s hardening quirk, which he sees as boring, would not fly in today’s society. Now, Kirishima doesn’t care so much about what his peers think of him, but he’s still ashamed of his quirk, so he trains to harden his body and spirit, both literally and figuratively: 

Also much like Deku, Kirishima has his own hero he looks up to: Crimson Riot. He serves as Kirishima’s main source of inspiration. It’s where he gets his hardline traditionalism from, and also how he copes with having a quirk he sees as “boring”. Again, this is where he and Deku differ. Deku looks up to All Might in a fanboyish sort of way, which inspired him to strive to be a hero as well. Kirishima, on the other hand, not only sees Crimson Riot as an inspiration to be heroic, but also because they have similar quirks. It’s only natural for a child who’s been conditioned be ashamed of something they can’t help. It’s something I can personally relate to as someone who struggled a lot with sexuality as a teenager, and something many others can surely relate to as well. This makes our boy an effective source of inspiration as well. 

However, no matter how hard he trains, both physically and mentally, Kirishima still can’t train himself to not feel fear. It’s only natural for ordinary people to feel fear. After all, fear was what kept humans alive back when they were just starting out. Still, this goes against all of Kirishima’s ideals of what being a hero means. Sure, he has no problem standing up to some regular school bullies, but unlike him, Mina didn’t hesitate to act when her friends were cornered by a 30-foot tall villain in the street. She’s a prime candidate for UA, so what chance does he have of getting in if he can’t stand up to a literal supervillain?

So, he gives up on his dreams of getting into UA. He didn’t act when it mattered. That was it for him. Even worse, the incident where Deku saved Bakugou from the slime monster made headlines. It was good that Horikoshi showed how this affected Kirishima, who was totally uninvolved, because it makes you think of what exactly that implies. After that incident, Deku was miraculously given a powerful quirk by All Might. Maybe if Kirishima were the protagonist, he would have been so lucky, but that’s not the case (more on this later). Despite this, Crimson Riot blesses Kirishima in a more indirect sense:

In his frustration, Kirishima throws a book against the wall, and coincidentally, this hologram-looking thing of Crimson Riot starts playing, and it’s exactly what he needs to hear. As he listens, Kirishima realizes that not even Crimson Riot is immune to fear, but he copes with it by telling himself that failing to save someone because you didn’t do anything is far worse than charging in and giving it your best shot. That way, he can live his life without regret, which is, from then on, what Kirishima strives to do. 

Finally, with a fresh motivation to get into his dream school, our boy pulls through (and gets 2nd place in the entrance exams!). To commemorate this, Kirishima dyes his hair and vows to leave his past behind him, and Red Riot as we know him today was born. 

This should surprise absolutely nobody, but Kirishima’s is my favorite backstory in the whole series, and to conclude this lil essay, I’m going to explain why. As I said before, his backstory is something a lot of people can resonate with. Feeling shame and self-doubt is something many people go through, and it’s prevalent with people who have conditioned themselves to feel ashamed of something beyond their control. Coming to terms with my bisexuality was a struggle for me, so I can definitely relate indirectly. 

This ties into the SYMpathy vs EMpathy argument. A lot of backstories in My Hero Academia, or even media in general, are tragic in a way that not everyone can relate to (not criticism, just observation). Let’s take Todoroki, for example: he was essentially quirk-bred by his father and was abused by him, being trained to the point of overexertion. On top of that, his mother gave him the scar over his left eye, and he has carried that trauma with him his whole life. Not everyone had such a toxic upbringing, but Todoroki sure did, and many people feel sorry for him. In other words, they sympathize. Kirishima, to contrast, had a much healthier upbringing, but has a lot of internalized self-esteem issues that everyone can relate to (or empathize with). While sympathy is the capacity to feel sorry for someone, empathy is the capacity to UNDERSTAND someone. Don’t get me wrong, tragedy is often a crucial element to a story’s narrative (if it’s done well), but it’s sometimes more cathartic for the viewer to see a character overcome more everyday struggles, especially if they can understand them on a fundamental level.

The last argument I will make goes back to what I was saying about Kirishima not being the protagonist, and I think if he WERE, his origin story would not be nearly as impactful. One might say that Kirishima embodies the more stereotypical “hot-blooded” shonen protagonist than Deku does, and I agree to some extent. However, it works better for him to be a supporting character. In most shonens (like Naruto), the protagonist’s backstory is established right away, and as such, the viewer always sees their character in the context of what they were like in the past (we get it STOP SHOWING US THE FUCKING SWING--) In Kirishima’s case, his backstory comes into play much later, and by that point, we are already so familiar with his Red Riot persona that the revelation that he wasn’t always so eager and optimistic hits that much harder, and seeing how it contrasts with Kirishima as we know him in the present feels more rewarding. Yes, we get to see bits and pieces of it early on, like when he feels inadequate after meeting Tetsutetsu and seeing that their quirks are nearly identical, but seeing those feelings fully presented in his backstory only serves to drive that home. In short, we see, at a glance, how far he’s come since then, instead of being forced to watch the whole process from start to finish, and it works really well. 

Another common trend among shonen protagonists, as I said before, is their tendency to be blessed with miraculous new abilities to make them special (and that includes Deku). Obviously, that didn’t happen with Kirishima. He had no pro-hero mentor to guide him, nor an all-powerful booster quirk to bolster his hardening abilities. He got to where he did through sheer perseverance and hard work, with only his idol’s words to keep pushing him forward. While Deku also had to work hard to get to where he is, fortune was on his side, and the fact that Kirishima pulled himself up by his bootstraps (so to speak) is, to me, a lot more admirable. 

And THAT, my friends, is the core of why Kirishima means so much to me as a character, and even if he doesn’t become the #1 hero in the story, he’s my personal #1 hero. So, on that note, thank you for all your support, and as always...Stay sturdy!

tl;dr I FUCKING LOVE KIRI SO MUCH YOU GUYS

[acc3ssdenied]

BRUISED | 06

SUMMARY: You don’t know what you expect when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you to one of his friend’s parties. But, it certainly wasn’t for you to be at an underground boxing venue the next day and for you to be thrown into a world that you had no idea existed.

PAIRING: boxer!jungkook x reader

GENRE: non idol au, boxer!jungkook, badboy!jungkook, tattoo!jungkook, angst, fluff, smut

WARNING: 5.2k+

WORD COUNT: oh boy, let’s get the usuals out of the way :)) excessive alcohol consumption, drug use, explicit language. ALRIGHTY - shotgunning, jungkook really do be a jealous boy, oral [ m + f receiving ], slight nipple play [ OC has nipple piercings ], dirty talk, panty ripping, bit o’ fingering, dom/sob undertones [ jungkook is kinda possessive ], unprotected sex [ pls don’t have children if ur not ready to ], riding, lots of marking [ like I said: possessive ], forgive me father for I have SINNED, kinda fluffy at the end, little bit of angst OKAY BYE HAVE FUN

A/N: i really love the whole jungkook with tattoos and him being a boxer/ badboy so I have decided to write my own! this will have updates alternating with mélomanie most likely but, i also have to keep up with my wattpad schedule. please tell me what you think and ask if you would like to be added to the tag list <3

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CHAPTER SIX

There weren’t many things that Jungkook was sure of but, one certain thing was that you were going to drive him insane. Most of the time, he doesn’t get jealous easily, simply because he doesn’t care. But, then you came into his life, like a firecracker that had been set off and thrown into his garden accidentally. You were different, that much was obvious and because of that, he found himself falling head over heels for you. He would watch the way your eyes would widen considerably when you wanted something, the way your nose would crinkle slightly when you were confused; every mannerism he picked up on he found himself adoring. But, his favourite thing was your laugh. Jungkook knew you were by no means innocent, you drank more than would be considered advisable and the first time he met you you were high but, every time you laughed he would forget that. It was high-pitched and quiet, as though you were a schoolgirl trying hard to keep a secret but you were finding it too hilarious to not share.

God, he wished he hadn’t walked past Jimin and Taemin as they were talking about you. He only caught the end of it, about how you knew that Jungkook liked you. God, he wished he hadn’t let them spot him and, boy, did he wish he hadn’t let himself hope that you returned his feelings. Granted, he knew that there was little to no chance of that happening; the first time you met you had kicked him in the balls and smiled the whole time — you probably wouldn’t touch him with a stick. That didn’t mean it hurt any less when he saw you pressed against Kai in the kitchen. Maybe she’s trying to let me down easy? Jungkook hadn’t realised how naïve he had become when it came to you. In his eyes, you could do no wrong and you were an angel, maybe even sent down to repent him of his sins. He was taken by surprise when said ‘angel’ was grinding against another man right in front of him.

Now, he knew that he had no right to be jealous — he had no ownership of you and you were friends at best. But, the fact that you were aware of his feelings and you made the conscious decision to hook up with someone where you knew he could see — that hurt a lot. The girl, whose name he had long forgotten, had quickly gotten the message he wasn’t interested once he had stopped reciprocating her advances and become far more interested in the entire vodka bottle he had consumed. Then, he was left alone to watch you leave for a corner with Kai. Fuck this.

It wasn’t just jealousy that coursed through his veins as he stormed out the front door and onto the wrap-around deck that all Fraternity Houses has: it was fury. Jungkook knew he didn’t deserve it. Sure, he had been a right dick at first but, all he had done was try and make up for it since then. Even with Hongjoong, all he wanted to do was protect you but, it was for nothing.

Spotting a bench at the far left of the deck, he sighed and stumbled over to it, throwing himself into it tiredly as his eyes traced the patterns in the wooden panels above him. Stick his hand into his left pocket, he pulled out the blunt that Namjoon had handed him when he had first arrived. He might as well. Just as he had burnt the twisted end off the blunt and he has just placed it into his mouth, the front door swung open again. And there you were; wild-eyed, lipstick smudged and hair everywhere. He couldn’t help the dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest.

A part of him even swore that relief flashed through your eyes when you spotted him but, he knew that he was being ridiculous. Maybe not, he thought as you walked as quickly as the five-inch heels you wore allowed you to. You came to a stop right in front of him, not bothering to hide how your eyes traced every single detail of him whilst he did the same (he especially took note of the various love bites littering your neck).

“I’m an idiot.” That was all you could think to say. You had wanted to say everything all at once so that he wouldn’t have a chance to interrupt but, instead, you said that. Jungkook arched an eyebrow at you, leaning back on the bench as his legs spread wide, the hand holding the blunt resting idly on his right thigh.

Clicking his tongue, a grim smile spread across his lips as he looked at you, “There’s no need,” he said, voice slightly hoarse, “I got the message loud and clear.”

Well, that didn’t go as planned. You shook your head rapidly, widening your eyes to try and appeal to him so he could believe you. “No. I thought I was clever trying to make you jealous,” you averted your eyes, “Fuck. Why did I not consider the fact that you thought I didn’t return your feelings?” When you looked back, he had placed the blunt back into his mouth and was taking a long drag.

Your eyes fell to the floor as your shoulders sank, losing any hope that he would believe you from the impenetrable look in his eyes. Shuffling your feet, “I thought I was winning at whatever game we were playing but, I forgot I was the only person playing it,” your voice was small, smaller than he ever thought was possible for it to sound, “I don’t know when I started liking you but, I just know that I do — a lot.”

The silence between you both was painful. Sighing, you prepared yourself to look at him one last time before giving up and leaving. Jungkook stared at you, blinking multiple times in succession as though he couldn’t quite believe what you were saying. Instead of saying something, he held the blunt out for you to take as though it was both of your own twisted form of an olive branch. As you inhaled the sweet smoke deeply, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt your muscle relax. You didn’t know what to do with yourself; what was he thinking, did he want you to leave?

When you looked at Jungkook again, his eyes were hooded slightly and his lips were parted — there was a hint of silver in his mouth and you almost choked right there. He had a tongue piercing. As you stayed like that, stood smoking whilst he sat and surveyed you lazily, you considered leaving. Maybe he was just waiting for you to leave. As if he could sense your inner turmoil, Jungkook’s large tattooed hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you onto his lap.

Surprised, you yelped, your skirt rising up slightly as you landed, straddling his lap with wide eyes. Jungkook simply plucked the blunt out of your mouth, taking it in between his teeth as he smirked up at you. Your breath was caught in your throat, you were keenly aware of the heat forming in your core as you found yourself pressed up against the rough denim on his thighs.

“You were trying to make me jealous,” he said, voice lower than you had ever heard it before. He pulled the blunt from his mouth and spun it around before pressing the unlit end against your lips. Eagerly, you took it into your mouth and inhaled it deeply, nodding in response to his statement simultaneously. As he chuckled, you could feel the vibrations in his chest and it went straight to your core, shivers coursing across your skin. “Well, you succeeded.”

Once again, he plucked the blunt from your mouth but, this time, he just let it dangle idly from the fingertips of his left hand. He reached forward with his other hand to took a stray curl behind your ear, humming softly as he let his fingers ghost down to your neck. “Do you have any idea what it was like to watch him touch you? To watch him do the things that I wanted to do to you?” You felt the callouses of his fingers graze over the sensitive love bites Kai had left and you bit back a moan. Jungkook chuckled almost sinisterly, “When I know I could have made you feel a million times better.”

Your mind was entirely blank; the combination of alcohol, weed and arousal was sending your body into overdrive and you couldn’t tell if you were really hot or ridiculously turned on. Either way, you were staring into his dark eyes with rounded ones of your own, mouth slightly parted as you panted lightly. Once again, Jungkook laughed at you and leant back even further before taking another drag of the blunt. He held the smoke in his mouth and grabbed your chin gently, bringing it closer towards him. His thumb pressed down on your bottom lip to part them further and he leaned forward, exhaling the smoke into your mouth with the hint of a smirk on his lips.

A whine escapes your lips and the left side of his mouth quirked up, his thumb pressing further into your mouth and out of instinct, you wrapped your lips around it. You sucked on it lightly, your tongue swirling around the digit as he watched you with gleeful eyes. Once you decided you were finished, you let his thumb go with an audible pop before looking at him through your lashes innocently.

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully, a hint of curiosity in your eyes as he tries to distract himself from the saliva he can see covering your lips, “You seemed far more enthusiastic when you were with Kai. Are you sure you have feelings for me?” You knew he was teasing but, a part of you was bothered by what he said and you felt a need to prove yourself.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, to push yourself forwards on his lap, you stopped when you could feel his hardening length against the heat of your core. You leaned forward so your lips ghosted against the shell of his ear, “All I wanted from Kai was to make you jealous. Why would I rush when I have you all to myself?” With light pressure, you ground yourself against him, smirking slightly at the choked groan he released.

Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head at you as though you were his prey, “You want me all to yourself, out here where anyone can see?” There was a glint in his eye that told you he was almost daring you, he wanted to see how far you would go.

Humming in thought, you gave a deep roll of your hips and leaned forward to press your lips against the column of his neck. You parted them slightly, nibbling at the skin teasingly with your teeth. “Why not?” You asked, there was a huskiness to your voice that had not been there before.

Jungkook cursed under his breath, gently easing you off of his, now, rock hard length, “I need another drink,” he muttered, carefully lifting you from his lap and onto the bench before he got to his feet.

A sense of dread fell over you, you must have misread the signals. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with you now and that had all been an elaborate game as revenge for hurting his feelings. Jungkook had slowly begun to walk towards the front door and you thought all hope was lost but, he turned round to face you with a cocked eyebrow.

“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night, you are sorely mistaken,” he said in a low voice, holding his palm out for you to take. Giggling softly to yourself, you stumbled over to him and allowed him to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you tightly into his side.

As you both re-entered the house, his hand slide from your waist to cup your ass firmly. Looking up at him quizzically, you saw the dark look on his face as he stared out anybody who looked at you both. You glanced around quickly, spotting Jimin and Kai who had moved to lean against the wall beside the archway into the kitchen. A low growl came from Jungkook’s chest, the vibrations from it travelling through your body as his grip tightened on you. Instead of heading to the kitchen like he had suggested before, he quickly began pulling you up the stairs behind him. You stumbled on the first step but regained your balance as you both reached the top and he guided you both inside the first unlocked door he spotted.

Jungkook locked them door behind you both, spinning around quickly to press your back against the door. Your breath hitched in your throat and you looked up at him with wide eyes, tracing the swirls of ink that laid on the curve of his neck. Bracing yourself for him to laugh in your face, you said, “I feel like there’s something we need to talk about.”

He blinked, as though he was surprised that you had proposed you both have a conversation before anything else takes place. His composure didn’t break, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to wet his lips, “Or...” his voice trailed off as a smirk curved up on the left side of his mouth, “We could talk in the morning.”

Your breath hitched in your throat again, he had a good point. You hummed, “That sounds like a good idea.” Breaths were falling from your mouth as you stared up at him with parted lips and dark eyes. Everything was silent apart from the heavy breaths coming from both of you.

The next thing you felt was the sensation of Jungkook’s soft lips pressed against your own. A surprised noise escaped your mouth, allowing him to sneak his tongue in to tangle with your own. Your hands swooped up to tangle in the waves at the nape of his neck as one hand rested against the wood of the door and the other cupped your jaw gently. His tongue swiped against your own, lips coming away for air before moving down to suck a hard kiss on your jawline.

A soft moan fell from your mouth, fingers tightening around the soft strands of hair as he licked a stripe down the column of your neck. He brought his lips back to your own, kissing you desperately as his hands moved to grip your waist firmly and pull you tight against him. The cool feeling of the titanium barbell in his tongue made you gasp in surprise, the difference in temperate sending intense heat straight to your core. Wildly, he bit down on your bottom lip lightly, pulling a moan from your mouth that gave him better access to explore.

His fingers slid down beneath the waistband of your skirt as though he expected to find the hem of your shirt to pull it up. Your thought was confirmed by the freezing of his body and the confused noise that fell from his mouth. He pulled away with a pout on his face which contrasted the atmosphere filled with tension as he looked at your outfit in confusion. You chuckled softly, pushing his body away from you lightly.

Reaching behind you, you pulled the zip down and shimmied out of it, kicking the fallen material to the side as he took another step away from you. “Oh,” he gasped, looking at the bodysuit with realisation. The emotion was quickly taken over by lust as you pulled the sleeves of it down and kicked it off to the side. Jungkook gulped visibly as he took in the sheer black lingerie that hugged your tan figure. “Jesus fuck, I’m lucky.”

A girlish laugh fell from your lips as you strode up to him, fingertips grazing over the hem of his t-shirt with a playful smile on your face. Cursing softly, he yanked his own t-shirt over his head and tossed it to somewhere on the side. His large hands wrapped around your hips and picked you up, your legs automatically straddling his waist as he walked you both back towards the bed. Jungkook leant back on his hands as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in to press a bruising kiss against his lips, one hand sliding down to peel his shirt from his torso. 

He was a masterpiece. He was all hard lines accentuated with dark swirls of ink that only further sculpted him. A finger reached forward to trace a tattoo on his abdomen that was in a renaissance style and you smirked as he shivered beneath your touch. A smirk appeared on his own face that mirrored your own, “Still want to talk?” He asked teasingly, eyes trailing down your cleavage and to where your torso narrowed into your waist.

“Fuck no,” you breathed out, beginning to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck and his torso. With one hand, he unclipped your bra and let it fall forward as you swirled your tongue around one of his nipples, a groan slipping from his mouth as his head tipped back. Sliding further down his lap, you pushed his torso firmly until he was laid flat on his back as you held him down with a hand on either shoulder. He took that moment to pull the bra from you fully, eyes widening as he spotted the silver barbells that ran through both of your nipples.

Jungkook smirked up at you with a lazy grin on his face; with a wicked smile, you ground your crotch against him and the grin was replaced with closed eyes and parted lips. Chuckling softly, you reached down to unbutton his jeans before sliding forward to rest on his abs so you could push them and his briefs down his legs. A low whistle fell from your lips as you looked at his hard cock, there was already precum wetting the tip of it. “At least I can see why you’re so damn cocky,” you drawled, looking up towards him with a smirk curling up at the corner of your lips.

“W-What-” He stammered out, overwhelmed by the pure sexual tension filling the air between the two of you. “O-Oh-” He breathed out, eyes fluttering closed as you wrapped your lips around the head of it, kitten licking the slit and taking the salty precum into his mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks as you took his length as far as you could into your mouth, swallowing the gag as it grazed against the back of your throat. Humming around it, you looked up at him through your lashes from where you were leant over his crotch. Jungkook stared at you through lust hazed eyes as he let out small pants, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You pulled his cock from your mouth, reaching forward to lick the bulging vein on the underneath before taking one of his heavy balls into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. A series of curses escaped his mouth and he wrapped a strong hand around your hair to pull you back up towards him so he could kiss you hungrily. Your tongues tangled together, desperately trying to get a taste of the other; Jungkook gripped onto your hips tightly and flipped you over so he was on top of you. 

He reached down, taking the waistband of your panties in between your fingers as he hummed thoughtfully, “How much do you like these?” He asked, taking his lip in between his teeth as he eyed the dampening patch on the thin lace.

“Quite a lot?” You replied unsurely, leaning into his touch eagerly.

Jungkook clicked his tongue before he shrugged, “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Without any hesitation, he ripped your panties in two and exposed your wet cunt to the cool air. You sighed lightly, squeezing your legs together to try and soothe the ache in your core. He tutted disapprovingly, gripping your thighs tightly so he could spread them apart and you whined, desperate for any form of friction. “Hey,” he scolded teasingly, “It’s my turn now.”

You swore under your breath as his fingers spread the lips of your cunt and he blew on it, savouring the shiver that rattled your whole body as your fingers curled into the stranger’s bedsheets. One of his fingers slid through your pussy, collecting the wetness before pulling it out and examining it intently. Without a second thought, he brought his finger up to his mouth before sucking your juices off of it. The sight of it almost made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out a moan. 

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned before delving back into your warm cunt. He let the tip of his tongue travel from the bottom to the top of your slit, drinking in all of the juices. As he circled your hole, you breathed out shakily, eyes fluttering closed as your fists tightened on the sheets enough to peel them off the mattress. Just before he dipped into you, he moved to your clit and traced a figure eight on it with the tip of his tongue.

You squirmed against the mattress as one of your hands flew down to grip onto his wavy hair and press him into your core. Jungkook began switching between circling your clit rapidly and dipped in to lick your core. “Jesus. Jesus, shit,” you swore, tightening your grip on him that you were almost concerned you had ripped out some of the strands. “Fuck. If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

This only seemed to encourage him, switching to press down on your clit firmly as he curled two long fingers inside of you, each time grazing against the rough texture of your g-spot. You cried out his name, a wave of heat flushing over you as you squeezed your eyes shut when the pleasure became too much for you. Jungkook rode you through your orgasm, still lapping at your hole until you stopped trembling against the sheets. He moved back up your body to press a gentle kiss against your panting lips, you moaned into it despite the contrasting nature of it to the previous ones you had shared.

“Do you want me?” He breathed out in between licking hot kisses onto every crevice of your neck, desperate to get rid of the marks Kai had left there earlier. Unconsciously, a whine left your mouth as your fingers clawed at him lightly, desperate for him to do anything. He chuckled, “Do you?” He smirked slightly, “I could always go back out there and fetch Kai if you’d rather fuck him?” The playful tone to his voice told you he was joking but, it still made you want to throw his jealous ass out of the window.

You locked your ankles together around his waist and used all of your strength to flip the pair of your over so you were on top. Panting above him, you gently grabbed a hold of his cock with one hand before spitting directly into the other before cupping him in your hand and beginning to stroke him. He cursed under his breath and you let out a triumphant huff, “Are you clean?” You asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

“W-What?” He stuttered, mind completely missing the question you had asked, too distracted by your hand’s motion on him.

You paused, rolling your eyes, “I said, are you clean? I have an IUD and I want you to cum inside me,” you stated matter-of-factly before continuing your previous action of stroking his cock as you coated him with your saliva.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned out and you giggled, shaking your head at his response. You held his cock before positioning your hole directly above it, sinking slowly down onto him until he was filling you to the brim. “Shit. Fuck. Shit,” he swore, one hand grabbing onto your waist with a deathly tight grip, “How the fuck are you this tight?”

You braced your hands on his shoulders, wiggling your hips around to try and make yourself used to his significantly larger size. As you moved, moans continued to spill from his mouth because of how every little movement would squeeze your walls around him tightly. “You okay?” he checked, peeling one eye open to look you over with concern. Your eyes were closed as your head tipped back slightly with a serene expression on your face. You were more than okay.

“Mmhmm,” you murmured in assurance before using his shoulders as leverage to left yourself almost completely off of his cock before slamming your hips back down against him. A loud curse followed by your name fell from Jungkook’s mouth and he shifted you both back so he could rest his back against the headboard, both of his hands tightly holding onto your hips. With his help, you continued to bounce yourself up and down on his cock, high-pitched moans filling the air each time the tip of his cock would slam into your g-spot or your clit would rub against his pubic bone. “Oh my god,” you gasped, one hand leaving his shoulder to grab a handful of your left tit, fingertips lightly turning the barbell in the way you knew would cause shivers to erupt on every inch of your skin, “You’re fucking me so well.”

Jungkook was slamming you down onto him at a pace you were sure would leave bruises on the backs of your thighs. “Oh really?” He grunted out, growing restless from having such a limited amount of control with you on top. As much as watching you tease your own bouncing tits was a stunning sight, he was raring to fuck you hard and fast. Swearing under his breath, he pulled you off of his cock and gently you threw you onto the mattress so you landed on your stomach. A choked gasp escaped your mouth as he grabbed onto your hips and lifted them upwards so you were on all fours. He plunged back into you at a bruising rate that made your previous one look slow. “You like how I’m filling you with my cock, hmm?” He growled out, fingernails embedding themselves into your skin but neither of you could find it within yourselves to care.

“Yes!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving as every pound of his cock slammed against your g-spot to the point white spots were beginning to form at the edge of your vision. “My cunt is so full! I love it - I love your cock,” you screamed out. If the entirety of the downstairs hadn’t heard you both by now, they must have gone deaf. 

Desperate to reach your second orgasm of the night, you brought one hand down to circle your clit with an unforgiving pace, occasionally pressing into the small bundle of nerves harshly. Jungkook leaned forward, teeth finding the flesh of your shoulders as he left raw, dark marks across the flesh, “Your pussy’s made for me. Who’s pussy is this?” He demanded, voice so much lower than you had ever heard it before. “I didn’t hear you, who’s pussy is this?” 

Gasps were coming from your mouth at an uncontrollable rate as your vision blurred from the pleasure both yourself and Jungkook were giving you. “Yours,” you managed to make out, words almost impossible to form as your mind came up blank, “Yours.” Sobs were falling from your mouth, you were so desperate to find your peak and the pleasure was quickly ascending into overstimulation.

“That’s right,” he growled, pressing soothing kissed over the marks he had left littered over your neck and shoulders, “You look you need to cum. Are you going to come for me?” He let his own left hand slip forward to toy with your nipples, twisting the barbell with more viciousness than you had previously but, not enough to cause you any pain. Jungkook was desperate for you to finish before he tipped over the edge as well.

That was it. Your mind splintered, unable to entirely comprehend what was happening to your body. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you repeated mindlessly as your arms gave out, his name spilling from your mouth like a mantra as you juices flowed out around his cock. The excruciating tightening of your walls set Jungkook off as well, his hips stuttering as he began to coat your walls with his warm seed. You moaned tiredly into the mattress at the feeling; the back of your mind only slightly registering him fucking you both through your orgasms, somehow able to maintain his unforgiving pace. 

He slowed his thrusts and fell forwards to rest lightly on top of you, his right arm saving you from being crushed under his weight. Just as he was about to pull out, you brought your hand back to hold him against you; a whine sounding from your throat at the thought of being empty. Jungkook chuckled, holding you against him before shifting you both so you were on your sides but, he remained inside of you and none of his cum could fall out. A sound akin to that of a cat purring met his ears and he couldn’t help the gleeful smile that had appeared on his face. 

He swooped your hair to the side and pressed a soft kiss into the juncture of your neck, your skin sticky with sweat from the orgasm that had wrecked you. Humming into the side of your neck, he murmured, “So, how about that talk?”

A tired whine came from his right and a loud, joyful laugh filled the room.

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A/N: OJO hi guys,,, this is pretty much the second smut I’ve ever written so I am SO nervous to post this. anyway, if you could tell me how you think it was that would be great and if there’s anything I could improve upon or even if you’d want another part with smut??

some random stuff in my life: i’m super nervous for the history test i’m supposed to be revising for because they're sources and they're kind of different to essays which :(( i love. also, i had my prize giving today and it was so nerve-wracking, i hate standing up in front of people and stuff and i was convinced I was going to fall off the stage BUT i didn't so that's great !! also,,, I got a distinction in my English Language Speaking which was surprising.

Anyway tysm so much for reading, the engagement on this series is INSANE and it will never cease to blow my mind - sometimes i don’t even think its real bc like?? why are you all reading my writing??

I love reading your comments and what you think about my writing it means the world to me, genuinely!! please feel from to PM me if you ever want to chat I really want to make some new friends and I just :(( love you all <3