#I am a certified video game LOVER

[dostarve]

So what are your favorite fandoms outside of Don't Starve and The Dark Pictures right now? Also any random headcannons you'd like to share?

Right now I really like this horror game that was released back in 2019!! Its super fucking obscure but i’ve been playing it recently and I love it, its called Song of Horror, made by Protocol Games and its CAPTIVATED my brain. It isn’t even that good of a game but I am obsessed with its plot and its characters.

(I know that does not count as a fandom more of an interest but I NEED to talk about it hshshwbsj)

Some other fandoms for shows i’m into are Avatar the Last Airbender, anything Marvel related (specifically Guardians of the Galaxy bc I just recently watched the new movie), the Bad Batch, the Pokémon animes, the new dnd movie; Honor Among Thieves, and some other shows that have probably slipped my mind at this moment.

Some fandoms for games i’m into include the Pokémon games (XY, Sword & Shield, and Arceus Legends in particular), the Animal crossing games, Project Zomboid, and some story games such as Detroit become human, The Last of Us, The Quarry and Until Dawn.

I don’t really have too many headcannons that I can think of off the top of my head and I have a hard time getting the characters personality right so they aren't too accurate anyways. Though I might post them all in a more organized post some other time!

Thank you for the ask!! 🩵

[seoafin]

can i ask what your fav genre of games are (saw your post about night in the woods) ? i liked the ori series bc it was beautiful, but if you like unsettling things like i do, then pixel horror is a tasteful genre imo :D

and may i in return ask for game recs? i feel like the games ppl play/like to watch are so interesting !! its fun to see what ppl like despite what they seem (totally not talking about how youre a certified gojo hater and yet you write the best pieces for him, gojo lovers could NEVER)

omggg i'll play anything just like i'll read anything!!! i will say that the majority of the games i play are otome games, visual novels, and RPGS/ARPGS, but i also love love love horror games just as love horror as a literary genre. i love games like resident evil, bioshock, hellblade senua's sacrifice, silent hill, sally face, etc. i love pixel horror too!! i've only played the binding of isaac and omori but ori series is also on my list. also im not sure if wadanohara counts as pixel horror but i was OBSESSED with that game when i was younger. it 100% traumatized me but it changed me fr

i think in terms of games i definitely prefer games with a strong narrative focus/visual novels. i love games like life is strange and what remains of edith finch. i know a lot of ppl criticize plot driven games as books more than games but the utilization of gaming functions to drive a narrative forward is sooooo. it's such a unique and fun format and gives to an interesting perspective that can't be found in traditional books. obsessed.

i think nier automata is the one ARPG that actually fully hooked me in in both terms of gameplay and amazingggg plot. i 100% recommend the drakengard series but only if you can stomach yoko taro's extremely fucked up mind. along with all the aforementioned games, some other games i recommend are fe3h, wolf among us, dmc 5!!!

[world0fmadness]

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME

to keep it short and simple, i’m a bisexual 18 year old lady from england who goes by she / her and you can call me vera, or anything else you would like to call me, i am completely cool with nicknames of any kind

i’m a certified loser, silent hill superfan, major horror fanatic, complete music nerd, fanfiction writer, video game lover, metalhead and collector of many things!

as of right now, just a couple of my favourite metal bands are venom, darkthrone, trembling void, morbid angel, emperor, darvulia, immortal, pungent stench, deaden, godkiller, carcass, death, aura noir, brutal truth, bestial warlust, wurdulak, dodsferd, fimbulwinter and cold earth!

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[senoraackerman]

You & Choso Dating HC’s (1 of 2)

I need this man in a way that’s concerning to feminism

This man is a certified Latina lover (he told me himself. I’m very delusional)

Matching Doc Martens >>>>

Just like Geto, LOVES when you comb through his hair

Let’s you practice eyeliner on him

Fucking him till the eyeliner comes off (PAUSE)

You paint his nails for him

He is so shy with you in public

He’s not afraid to show you off, don’t get me wrong but homie is scared of PDA

He has a tongue piercing that you didn’t know about until he ate you out

(tehehehe)

He doesn’t sleep, he hibernates.

You will wake up with this man wrapped around you: legs, arms, fingers, toes, EVERYTHING

You steal his shirts all the time

Loves making things for you

Beaded bracelet? Never coming off

A crappy ceramic mug? Never using another cup AGAIN

Loves when you watch him play video games

Going to concerts with this man is other worldly

He will be buying merch, food, even more merch

Like where is the money coming out of?

Is scared of your dad

He in fact does not boosts your delusions

A/N

I want to say I’ve been busy, but that would be a lie 💀

Spending money on the JJK fortnite megumi skin? Who would ever do that (I did. Fourteen dollars down the drain. I don’t even know how to play fortnite on the computer)

I’m also starting college in like two weeks and the realization has started sinking in. I was thinking ‘I should fix my sleeping schedule’ (it’s almost 3 am)

[elliewilliamsfavhoe]

Get to know me!!💫

About me: Hi I am Kiera!! I usually go by kiki! Im 18 my birthday is December 29th!! I love space, drawing, skating, and video games. I love the color blue, my favorite constellation is Hercules, I love Saturn!! I am a certified lover girl

Interests: space (obvi), sports, art, psychology.

Personality: biggest lover girl you will ever know!! Im fun, I love meeting people and being friends with everyone!! I will talk to anyone who lets me, I love being sassy! I have a ton of friends and would punch anyone for them, i love to flirt and I love to be outgoing!🌑

Other/extra: I live in Wisconsin on the coast!! I love the beach but only at night, I am single (boring), im allergic to weed (SADLY)

What this blog is for: me being me!! Stuff about space and tlou, and whatever I feel like posting ✨

[thetoxicgamer]

Saddle up for The Sims 4’s newest expansion

The Sims 4 has finally delivered the news that I have been waiting for since the simulation game was released years ago. Horses are coming this summer, along with a brand-new map and two kits. The Sims 4 community has been anticipating word on a horse-themed pack, especially after the release of Cottage Living and its included farm animals. With equestrian elements present in the series’ older games, it’s no wonder that horses have been so highly requested. Following multiple Sims 4 horse leaks, EA has stepped up to officially announce the upcoming equestrian expansion. Writing only “Take the reins this season with The Sims” and “Giddy up for good news coming soon,” a lot of details about this ‘neigh’ content are still up in the air. Going off of the short video included in EA’s announcement, the expansion will likely include a new world that looks to be Arizona or Utah-themed. Western elements, cowboy references, and canyons galore. The studio’s post also mentions two new kits, meaning that a roadmap featuring details on the horse-themed pack and other upcoming content is likely to be revealed soon. EA has posted a link to the trailer for the Wild West-inspired expansion, which will probably cover all of the plans set out for The Sims 4. The trailer is set to premiere on Thursday, June 22, and you can watch it below. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaUZ5ph7qD4 I am dusting off my cowboy boots and getting ready to hit the trails in-game. As a devoted horse girl and Sims lover, this is the best news I’ve encountered in ages. Will the pack bring goats, too? A few different ranch-themed animals and items to spice up our Cottage Living experience? I am also thrilled to see a new biome map incoming. Let’s face it, Strangerville only touched the surface of desert-themed areas. Pray to the EA gods for fairies now, maybe they’ll listen. If horses are really coming, anything else could, too… even cars. I won’t push our luck too far. If you too are a certified Sims stan, then you should have a look through some of our other favorite life games to get your love for digital dollhouses thriving. You can also browse through a few of the best sandbox games if you want to get your creativity flowing. For more Sims-specific content, be sure to check out the greatest Sims 4 mods to spice up your gameplay for free. Read the full article

[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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[day0fnight]

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME

to keep it short and simple, i’m a bisexual 18 year old lady from england who goes by she / her and you can call me vera, or anything else you would like to call me, i am completely cool with nicknames of any kind

i’m a certified loser, silent hill superfan, major horror fanatic, complete music nerd, fanfiction writer, video game lover, metalhead, beyond amateur virtual photographer and collector of many things!

as of right now, just a couple of my favourite video games are red dead redemption, life is strange, horizon zero dawn, the last of us, grand theft auto, god of war, resident evil, mafia, lollipop chainsaw, until dawn, detroit become human and alice madness returns!

check out my featured tags for more quick and easy blog navigation! my ask box or private inbox is always open to anyone who wishes to chat with me about anything! please do keep in mind that this is my main blog, my side blog is @world0fmadness and my only other public socials are bluesky, gg, spotify and ao3

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you can request scenery of a location in game, icons for a character or a character portrait

* by a game title means i am not currently accepting requests for that game at the minute!

please be patient, specify exactly what you’d like and only request for games i have listed below

“ it would be a much better sight with you, with me ”

VIDEO GAMES I POST FOR AND BLOG NAVIGATION

clicking an underlined game title will take you right to the tag containing all of my posts for said game, this list will expand over time…

A PLAGUE TALE INNOCENCE - AVATAR: FRONTIERS OF PANDORA *

BANISHERS: GHOSTS OF NEW EDEN - BEYOND: TWO SOULS - BRAMBLE: THE MOUNTAIN KING

CONTROL - CYBERPUNK 2077 *

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN - DEVIL MAY CRY 5 - DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB PLUS!

FATAL FRAME: MAIDEN OF BLACK WATER - FIREWATCH - FORT SOLIS

GAL GUN: DOUBLE PEACE - GHOSTWIRE: TOKYO - GRAND THEFT AUTO V

GHOST OF TSUSHIMA - IKI ISLAND DLC

GOD OF WAR III REMASTERED - GOD OF WAR - GOD OF WAR RAGNARÖK - VALHALLA DLC

HORIZON ZERO DAWN REMASTERED - HORIZON FORBIDDEN WEST - BURNING SHORES DLC

HOGWARTS LEGACY

KENA: BRIDGE OF SPIRITS

LAYERS OF FEAR

LIFE IS STRANGE REMASTERED - LIFE IS STRANGE: BEFORE THE STORM REMASTERED - FAREWELL DLC - LIFE IS STRANGE: TRUE COLOURS - WAVELENGTHS DLC - LIFE IS STRANGE: DOUBLE EXPOSUE

MAFIA: DEFINITIVE EDITION - MAFIA II: DEFINITIVE EDITION

MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN REMASTERED - THE HEIST DLC - MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN: MILES MORALES - MARVEL’S SPIDER-MAN 2

METRO 2033 REDUX - METRO: LAST LIGHT REDUX - METRO EXODUS - SAM’S STORY DLC - THE TWO COLONELS DLC

OPEN ROADS

RATCHET AND CLANK: RIFT APART * - RED DEAD REDEMPTION II - RISE OF THE TOMB RAIDER

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE * - RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE - SHADOWS OF ROSE DLC

SHADOW OF THE TOMB RAIDER - SILENT HILL 2 REMAKE - SLEEPNG DOGS: DEFINITIVE EDITION - SPIRITFARER - STAR WARS JEDI: SURVIVOR * - STELLAR BLADE

THE ARTFUL ESCAPE * - THE DARK PICTURES ANTHOLOGY: HOUSE OF ASHES - THE QUARRY - TOMB RAIDER: DEFINITIVE EDITION

THE LAST OF US PART I - LEFT BEHIND DLC - THE LAST OF US PART II REMASTERED

THE WALKING DEAD: SEASON ONE - THE WALKING DEAD: SEASON TWO - THE WALKING DEAD: THE FINAL SEASON

UNTIL DAWN - UNTIL DAWN REMAKE

UNCHARTED: A THEIF’S END - UNCHARTED: THE LOST LEGACY

YAKUZA KIWAMI - YAKUZA KIWAMI 2

VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYLISTS

[sourrcandy]

— RESIDENT DEMON CHILD REPORTING TO DUTY !

wassup y’all ! i’ve decided to do a reintroduction just because ! i started this blog in late feb 2020 and i’m so glad i decided to take the leap into this community ! i’m also super excited to introduce some new works as well, watch me roll up to the club with new wips and procrastinate on my other ones :harls: !

— GET TO KNOW ME !

i go as harls, so if you know me irl *wiggles eyebrows* please don’t call me out ;)

17, she/her, hong kong + aus, entp, aries, chaotic good, slytherin

i will and can reference brooklyn nine-nine from memory try me

i am a lil’ demon and i make family trees

i can recite most of the lines of the lord of the rings: the two towers extended version, ask my sister, she told me it was glorious and scary to see how addicted to this i was

my personality is informed by marvel, dc comics, disco, kpop, and tv shows

my favorite series of all time is the lunar chronicles, this series is the love of my life and i will fight people over it

— MY WRITING !

i jumped into the gates of this hellhole when i started writing fanfiction in 2015 because of how pissed i was with avengers: age of ultron wrecking my clintasha dreams

now i write fantasy, science fiction, thrillers and contemporary (but also loads of fanfics)

i have this one trope that i’m looking forward to writing about and it’s friends to lovers to enemies (the seventh sense)

i improvise most of the time

i have four certified braincells but i do not use them often, also because i set them on fire and tris likes to take them away for an spin

most of the time, i should be studying but instead i am developing new wips and writing

— MY WIPS ! (titles are subject to change)

killer empire (my main wip atm) is a sci-fi spy fiction set in a future Hong Kong, inspired by current politics, brooklyn nine-nine, marvel, and cyberpunk. it is about politics and beliefs, dark secrets hidden in plain sight, adventure and action, intergalactical spies, the grey area between good and evil, right and wrong, and that even though people could be killed with bullets, a belief couldn’t. Because a belief is spread from man to man, one to ten, ten to hundred.

the seventh sense is a dark fantasy thriller set in an exquisite alluring land where magic is abused and war is inevitable, inspired by the legendary game of thrones and NCT U’s debut song. a girl with magic powers escapes an ambitious kingdom with the crown prince after being falsely accused of attempted murder. in this world, loyalty is put before blood, and freedom comes with a heavy price. it’s hard to see your hands properly when they’re covered with blood.

pandora’s box is a sci-fi heist thriller that i’m working on with lia​. we’re still developing it but we hope for it to be an epic crime fiction with twists and turns, double cross over double cross, and packed with unpredictable action and fun. inspired by greek mythology, playing cards, and chess, lia and i bring you (hopefully) one of the greatest heist wips of all time

wild children is a video game inspired (league of legends, but i don’t play the game???) contemporary thriller. with video game elements, leveling up, three lives, and monsters at every corner, this wip is a rollercoaster of freaks and horrors. be prepared to to take a seat and launch yourself into the hit game CHERRY, where all your wildest most horrifying dreams come true before your very eyes. your brain will never be ready for this technology.

— FEEL FREE to reblog ! i would love to follow and get to know you ! i follow from @waayne !

— NAVIGATE ! i. about; ii. wips page; iii. atlas; iv. main blog; v. taglists

[ratsoh-writes]

Okay, personality wise: i'm pretty a easy going person though can be blunt when it comes down to it. Though am overall kind and sweet, shy when you first meet me. I mostly go with the flow, though am a puns lover and laugh easily at those or silly joke gags. Like goncho glasses and such. Though once you get me talking about my interests, i'll become chatty like a parrot though will stop to try not to rant your ear off. After some time I may become affectionate though only when i'm sleepy and comfortable enough with you.

I think the only good strength i have is that i'm kind, though that can be taken advantage of. I'm very very low energy, can barely hike xD so if you try to get me to exercise don't except me to last long. So i prefer to be indoors the lot of the time. And uh except sticky notes..tons of them in alot of places, i'm pretty forgetful and can forget what i'm doing when i get up to do it in the first place. So those are there to help me.

I love to bake! Along with gazing up at the stars if that counts as one, watching birds and animals cross by is a bit peaceful though i like to play video games. I can be found collecting rocks or simple things like leaves and store them away, re visiting those every so often. Mostly rocks is what i collect though the coppers and shine they have to them is really fun to reflect. Gardening as well! I don't do it often like the others I have listed though enjoyed planting flowers to grow.

Mm, I don't have many pet peeves though I think one is when people are lying unless they really need to lie for a good reason. I'll let it slide, though don't like being interpreted all of a sudden as well when in the middle of talking and may go quiet after some time when that happens.

I can't handle so many people eyes on me so i much prefer the affection to be indoors due to that and well respect my boundary and personal space. I prefer to be warned of any loud sudden noises since they spook me and make me panic.

Not gonna lie, I was a little biased when i matched you, but he really would work out lol. Anyways I’m matching you with PLUTO (outertale sans)!

First of all, for more introverted people, pluto is a good guy to have around. He’s very respectful of boundaries. He’s also good for a low energy SO since pluto is more of a stay in and chill kinda guy

Pluto is a certified genius and blows through learning new subjects like its eating candies. He’s also an incredibly gentle and patient soul. Pluto will find your sticky notes endearing and will be happy to help you keep track of the things you need. His memory is incredible so he’s definitely got your back in that department 

now for your pet peeves: first of all. pluto wins the title for the best listener out of all the skellyboys. He just likes hearing people talk. He’s also one of the more quiet guys, so no loud noises unless it’s his brother stopping by lol

dating pluto includes:

you collect rocks?? Same hat!!! Pluto is a geologist so naturally he has a massive floor to ceiling display case for some of his cooler finds. Your favorite rocks join them of course. He likes to joke that they’re your guy’s children

inside, pluto is great with shy and anxious SOs, but out in the big open world he’s just as shy as you are lol. It makes talking to the cashiers harder but you guys make do lol

He does have his cheeky moments and likes to leave silly doodles on sticky notes and leave them where you keep others to find.

Pluto loves to learn and has an extremely wide range of interests, He’d adore it if you took the time to listen to him geek out about his own obsessions

[ianfrancis-blog]

Hi! This is my first blog and I would like to share my adventurous journey about my life. Let’s start. My name is Ian Francis Maranan. I’ve been living for 20 years since the day I was born on the 25th of October, year 2000. I’m currently living in the city of Calamba, province of Laguna. When I was younger, I was an introvert. I don’t like interacting with anybody other than my family. Many people don’t know the truth about me, not even some of my friends.

I am the fifth and last son of my biological parents. Yes, I am an adopted child. It is because of an emotional turmoil that my family was going through that time. Truth is during the whole duration of me being inside my mother’s womb, every single family member didn’t know that she was conceiving me. They only discovered it when my godfather heard my cry as a baby. The pregnancy was not expected nor my birth because it was just recent when my brother was born. During that time, my biological mom is experiencing a psychological problem so she’s been emotionally unstable resulting to our family facing financially insecurity. For everybody, I am the miracle baby. Despite the challenge that my biological family, there is still hope.

I was adopted by the eldest sister of my biological mom who is my Mama Dorie. She is one of the many Overseas Filipino Workers in Macau. She is still single until now so I’m very sure that I am the only boy in her life. Though I was left here by Mama Dorie with my Lola, Mama Dorie and Mama Gloria’s mom, we never failed to communicate with each other. I am really blessed, right? I have three mothers, a father and four brothers.

For 11 years, my Lola took care of me and loved me. I was in grade 5 then, but I can still remember how dark my days when she died. I really miss her. I miss when she brings me to school and takes me home every single day. I miss her ways of disciplining me. I miss her every Sundays I go to mass because it reminds me of her wanting me to grow up as a child who is God fearing. But I’m still thankful I had her for 11 years of my life and I would treasure those times and memories with her.

After the death of my grandma, I was left in the custody of my Tita Delia until I graduated grade school. Tita Delia is a day care teacher and the mother of my best friend and cousin, Benok. I had been a consistent honor student then. With the help of my biological brother, who is a licensed teacher now, I excelled in my studies. He’d been very patient with me every day so I guess I had to give back through a bit of recognition in school.

I graduated in grade six as the second honorable mention or top four of our class. That time, my Tita Delia was supposed to be with me on graduation but I was surprised when Mama Dorie showed up on the day of my graduation ceremonies. I was still in shock Mama Dorie and I claimed my diploma and academic awards at the stage provided. But that doesn’t end there; Mama Dorie brought me to Macau and Hongkong as a graduation gift.

After that, I continued my journey at the city of Makati. Mama Dorie decided to send me to my godmother’s house to live and continue my studies because things were a bit complicated when Lola passed away and no one will take care of me. Not even my brother because he needed to focus in his work to support the needs and finances of my biological family. So, I started studying in Gen Pio Del Pilar National High school in Makati as a grade 7 junior high school student. At first, I was really nervous. Imagine; you have been some kind of an introvert for years than suddenly you are in a new place with no acquaintance. Scary, isn’t it?

In spite of my shyness, I tried my best to have some friends in school and luckily, I gained a lot of them and found that extrovert part of me. Every holiday, I visit Laguna to have some vacation. I finished junior high school in Makati city. I experienced facing challenges and sharing memories as a student and as a friend. Although junior high school wasn’t a paradise, I still had great memories. I’ve gained a group of true friends which was formed during grade nine and grown at grade ten. We named ourselves “team hoCage”. We thought it was funny when one of my friends pronounced hokage as hocage and so we laughed and decided to use the word as the name of the group. I will never forget those treasured bonding memories that I had with my friends. At the day of our moving up ceremony, I thought it will be the last day I’ll see them; we hugged and promised that we will bond again. Now, even from afar, we still talk together through online communication.

Moving on, I decided to continue my studies in Laguna at an IT school named AMA Computer College-Calamba campus. Taking science, technology, engineering, and mathematics strand. For the last 2 academic years, senior high school has been very challenging yet fun for me. I’ve made new friends. I had come to learn to be more independent. It has been a year of learning as well. And though it was tough, I am grateful, especially to God, my friends, and family who have always been there to help and support me. I am hoping there will be more wonderful, exciting and blessed experiences to come in my journey through life.

For now, I am currently a student in second year at City College of Calamba, taking an IT course. I am grateful for experiencing college life, still in progress until I graduated. This period of time is not that easy as an adult. I'm always thinking about my future and whether I will be successful. Many responsibilities will come, so I should be ready to face them. Today, this pandemic has had a major effect on our lives. Many of us are facing challenges that can be stressful and that can cause strong emotions in adults and children. One of the major effects is education. Many students are struggling with their modules and online classes, and some of them are worsening their mental health conditions. I hope this pandemic ends soon.

Now, I’m focusing on the things I like. First on the list is my love for arts. I draw a lot. I love creating portrait and anime drawings. I wish to be recognized someday as one of the popular artists in the world. I also like taking pictures with my smart phone usually through selfies or groufies with my friends and taking pictures of sunset and post it on my Instagram or Facebook accounts. A lot of people say that I have skills in photography. Someday, I also wish to have a dslr camera. Definitely, my life will not be complete without sports. Badminton is first on my sports list which I started playing since childhood. Second is playing volleyball. I also love playing strategic games like chess and dama. I also dance and I consider it as my passion. I like watching hip-hop and urban dance videos because it really makes me happy. As a result, I’m become a fan of Matt Steffanina and Sean Lew for the reason that they are the great dancers and choreographers and that they keep inspiring the people in the field of dance. I’m also a certified music lover and I can’t live without it. I play music that fits me when travelling, feeling alone, feeling sad and feeling bored. Music is my source of happiness. Just by plugging the earphones, you can easily forget the world.

After all, I feel blessed and I’m thankful for the good things that had come into my life and for all my friends and my family who never fails to put a smile on my face. In life, we commit mistakes but always put in mind the things we learned from it. There will always be a bad days and problems will come into your life but never give up and always stick of the positive side of life! There will be a way to solve it and let our God guide you always.

I want to thank you for reading and I hope I made you smile :) Have a nice day! :D

[utterlyinevitable]

A, C, H, M, T and V!

> which oc of mine... <

Thank you! I’m going to do this based on my adult oph oc’s and put a character key under the cut since I know I haven’t properly written about some of these guys. 

A: is the most attractive.

Every time I think about Haiden, I swoon. He is pretty much everything I find physically attractive in a man - effervescent hazel eyes, dark and thick hair that falls naturally into place, tall, total geek. The jokes just keep coming and his smile is so dang charming. I’d like to wander around an unfamiliar city with him any given day. 

Personality-wise, it’s probably Becca for her selflessness and strong attitude. 

C: is the most open to cuddling.

All of them except for our messy Love Lao. She’s got way too much to do to be lying around doing nothing. 

Becca is always the one to initiate cuddling with Ethan, to the point where she just plops herself on him and he gets the blatant hint to wrap his arms around her or rub her back. 

Theo would rank a close second. He craves the validation and emotional closeness that cuddling provides, even if he doesn’t vocalize or understand this need. It takes a while for Hannah to be comfortable with the constant non-sexual touchy-feely. 

H: trusts their horoscope the most.

Odette has an app on her phone out of habit - her mom used to read her horoscope to her from the paper every Sunday since as far as she can remember. When something’s not going quite right she calms herself down by reciting that the universe has bigger plans than this. 

Love takes her horoscope and runs with it. She finds ways to apply it to her every day life. Mostly in a joking way though. It’s because of this outlook that she’s rarely ever been let down by a reading. 

M: is the biggest memer.

Has to be Haiden, only because he has a tech background and he’s an absolute joy. My doctor’s are too busy and technologically-illiterate. 

If they were all in a group chat together the people keeping it alive would be Haiden, Love and Becca. Everyone else will only chime in maybe once a day (they’d be lucky if Hannah rises from the dead once a week).  

T: is the most terrifying.

I am personally terrified of Hannah. Her character has a lot of dark energy and mental health struggles, she’s also the most unapologetic. She’s one of those characters who could walk into the middle of ongoing traffic and not give a single fuck if she lives or dies. She’s brash and cynical, and Theo’s attachment to her is the best thing that could have ever happened. If Bryce Lahela ran into the woman she was at the time she met Theo, he never would have known that’s his Hannah. 

V: is the best at video games.

Haiden and Theo for console. Odette is still rocking Wii fit as the only game she’s ever touched. The other girls play PC games like the Sims.

_____

OC KEY:

Becca Lao is my Ethan-romancing main OC. She’s the star of a majority of my fics and is known for breaking Ethan’s heart. 

Hannah Weill is my Bryce Childhood Sweethearts OC. She has a very enigmatic and closed off personality that boarders on aggressive towards the Fallout with Bryce et al which changes her. 

Odette Hall is a signed-musician-turned-doctor. Her and Ethan are playing the long friends-to-lovers game. Minimal angst. She’s a snacc. 

Love Lao; the star of The Messy Route. Girl that gets all the D. Very intelligent and a certified mess. What are feelings and emotions but a driving force to fuck. 

Theo Zaino is a love interest in Hannah’s young adulthood after her and Bryce drifted apart. They bond at first because they’re both quite broken and balance one another out. He’s in finance and battling his constant fear of failure, and terrified of dying without living up to his family’s legacy. 

Haiden Robbes is my FATL Husband - he’s the guy Becca’s engaged to when she comes back to Boston and sees Ethan again after two years. This adventurous, stable cinnamon roll gives Becca everything she didn’t know she needed without her having to ever ask. 

[peach-pops]

hello! may i request a romantic matchup? i’m a 5’7 and heterosexual female who is very introverted and bashful. i have dark skin with black eyes and long, black hair that i normally wear in a ponytail. i also wear glasses. i have an infj-t personality type. i tend to avoid large crowds a lot since i can be quite awkward when talking to people sometimes. but, i’m a pretty happy and kind person that cares about others and tries to cheer people up if they’re feeling sad. (part 1) 🦑🦑

My brain short-circuited when I read league of legends cause my brother has been playing it this whole quarantine and I swear he will not stop screaming at nighttime over it. 

i’m also a pretty smart and hardworking person that is optimistic about the future. my zodiac sign is pisces and my hogwarts house is hufflepuff, which is accurate for a friendly and forgiving person like me. my favorite color is blue, but i also enjoy green since they go well together imo. i enjoy playing video games and rhythm games, writing, reading, watching anime, watching memes, sleeping, and eating food in my free time. (part 2) 🦑🦑 || (cont)  i also enjoy playing basketball and volleyball in my free time too. however, i mainly play video games like splatoon and league of legends since games are really fun. i tend to be attracted to people who are quiet, calm, caring, and aren’t afraid to stand up for what they believe in. i’m also attracted to people who are taller than me and have similar interests as me. but, i’m fine with being with anyone since opposites can attract! (part 3) 🦑🦑 || (cont)  if i had a significant other, i would totally play video games with them (like a chill date) or eat ice cream with them since i love food. in a relationship, i would be very loyal to my lover and would never leave them for someone else. i would be very gentle and patient with giving affection just in case my lover is just as shy as me. i also would do anything to protect them and do my best to give them a lot of affection in order to show my love for them. (part 4) 🦑🦑 || (cont)  my favorite song is either pop/stars by kda, miracle by chvrches, or lily by alan walker ft. emelie hollow. thanks in advance! (part 5) 🦑🦑

I ship you with Kenma!

You two have been friends for so long so it was only a matter of time before you two started to see each other in a different light 

Honestly, you can’t even pinpoint when the two of you started dating. When Kuroo would tease the two of you about dating, it just kinda stuck and now boom, certified love birds

Kenma really appreciates the two of you taking things slow especially since you both are pretty shy but that doesn’t stop him from being a great boyfriend

Even when he’s out hanging with other members of Nekoma, he’s always thinking about you and sending you pictures of cats with edited hearts around it cause uwu am i right

*Sends pic*

 “ Aw cute cat! do u miss me?”

“ I always miss you”

I know all couples have to fight but between you two, there is never anything to argue about because you’re one of the few people in his life that has never annoyed him so why pick a fight? 

Both of your temperaments are the same and when people hang out with you, you both just radiate calm energy ( unless Lev is around cause Lev just brings out such a weird side to Kenma)

IDC what anyone says, I know Kenma is shy and all but he will always speak his mind and you admire that about him

You never have to guess what he’s thinking but you’re so quick to read him anyway and vice versa 

If you guys are ever out together with his teammates and it gets too hectic, you two can just look at each other and you know what the other person is thinking

*I rather be home to be honest*

*Same here, lets leave so we can hop on league and order takeout*

And you both would just smile at each other cause damn, yall both know each other so well 

ALSO?!? Napping with Kenma hits different like you both probably fall asleep back to back but when you both wake up, you two are cuddling and facing each other and Kenma does not mind at all 

[survivesalem]

Results 3

Before we get to the Results lets meet our lovely judges!!

First up we have:

Abrielle!

Hello angels, I’m Abrielle and am a lover of these music video challenges so I’m excited to see what you’ve come up with! As a real witch I think I’m super certified to judge and wish you all the best of luck. Hope you can put a spell on me 😘🔮

Next up is 

Timmy!

I stan birch and RTP and want to know where Lukas got a foot!

And last but definitely not least:

Brice!

Hey I'm Brice from the lovely state of Georgia, and most people know me from The Wish (Not really) or the host of Identity which a new season is coming this August. I like to think of myself as a Wild Card mainly cause you never know what you'll get out of me. I like to be unpredictable cause it either pisses people off or makes the game more interesting. But I'm here to judge these music videos cause I know how to slay a Challenge like this. Good luck to both tribes and let the best Tribe Win!!!

and now for the Judging! 

first up we have Tituba

Second up it Osbourne

Tituba, you have won Immunity!!!  that means Osbourne you will be going to Tribal!  Votes are due July 13th at 10 est! 

[spirit-shroud]

Hop

well of course, gotta write about the sunshine boy,, i hope the formatting worked bc this got lengthy very fast

from this ask meme

favorite thing about them - hes so,,, excited about everything!! everything is cool and awesome and dialed up to 11!! and hes so nice! he cares about his best friend + brother + sonia! he wants to help people and put a lot of good into the world!! 

least favorite thing about them - i don’t think i have like. a least favourite thing honestly? which isnt to say i think hes by any means a perfect character it’s just that like. it all comes together and just makes. hop. that’s him. lengthy list of flaws and existential depression included. 

i guess the closest thing is the fact that we can’t hug him in canon but that’s not really like… a hop character issue. that’s just me and my silent protagonist not being good at comfort words 

favorite line - he says a lot of things tbh but the line that specifically shook me to my core and made me have to lay down for awhile was when you beat him in the slumbering weald post-game n he just looks at you, smiling no less, just like “I didn’t expect there to be such a gap between you and me, mate” 

bc that’s like. when it’s finally like ‘yeah my dreams are crushed and i really have no chance of ever breaking out of my brother’s shadow, and now i have my best friend’s shadow i’m living in, too’

when i tell you, here and now, that i just saved the game, closed it, and laid on the floor for about ten minutes both times i got to that part, i am Not Joking With You. there are witnesses. 

brOTP - i think he, marnie, and protag should all be best friends and go on fun adventures together, like going to an aquarium or riding the wyndon hurricane or bothering piers or having wooloo herding contests or playing mediocre video games or something

in the literal bro sense i also think milo and piers, who are certified Older Brothers, should step in and adopt this child since leon is always far too busy to really like. be that person for him, y’know? do you think hop knows how to ride a bike? i don’t think he does. 

OTP - i havent like. actively participated in shipping for like. five years? i dont know man. sometimes i see a fan art of him holding hands w gloria or victor or marnie and im just like “oh cute and good.” my only ship with hop that i have Opinions about is him getting adequate therapy and positive attention from his friends 

nOTP - hop + bede together,,,, like. it’s a valid ship bc enemies to lovers can be written well but i just really don’t think beetroot got Enough Redemption that we’ve seen so far. he’s still a rude cotton swab at the end + he like. directly contributed to a lot of hop’s emotional problems in the game and even outside of like. how either character is written, i just. don’t think they’d be good. i don’t like ships that’d fight a lot / have hurt each other in the past w/o it being like. properly made up for, y’feel?

random headcanon - hop is trans and there’s nothing you can do about it. and probably a huge nerd. this child roleplays on the [pokemon equivalent of neopets] forums. i think he’d like star trek. he has Thoughts and Opinions about baking competitions despite not being good at baking. he’d have a tumblr that he started just bc one of his pals has one but then he’d be like ‘oh this is neat actually’ n have an untagged disaster of a blog that’s everything from like. gardening tips to vague personal posts/conversations with mutuals to reblogging whatever show he got into last. the only tagged posts he has are his photo collection of wooloo. he’s mutuals with that feral news reporter girl from the live action movie. 

unpopular opinion - i think this is actually a popular opinion but he should’ve started a galar division of the pokemon rangers. do you think that boy has the attention span to read? let alone study, for like. years???? even with the help of cool older sister sonia??? he literally has a regional god he can just like. ride places and a solid understanding of how to navigate the wild area. the fact that he’s just like ‘well. i couldn’t become champ and i’m not ride or die for an aesthetic enough to become a gym leader. better grab a lab coat’ is LAME. he’ll do a good job at being a professor too obvi but like. >:T we could’ve had it all

  song i associate with them - i got two here bc i like music and think abt hop a lot - “King and Lionheart” by Of Monsters and Men and  ”Easier” by SIAMES 

i also have a full playlist of songs i think he’d listen to but it isn’t complete still bc im lazy as hell but just know in your heart that it’s out there

favorite picture of them

definitely this one. i, too, toss my hands up in surrender at the mildest accusation of being Suspicious

tldr: hop deserves better 

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Telling Lies In America 1985-1995: The Joe Eszterhas Era by Jessica Kiang

“Written by Joe Eszterhas” is a phrase that has not had much of a workout on US cinema screens in over twenty years—and it’s arguable whether the 1997, 19-screen nationwide release of certifiable shitshow Burn Hollywood Burn: An Alan Smithee Film exactly qualifies as “a workout.” But for those of us who had the parental training wheels come off our theatrical filmgoing in the late ‘80s or early ‘90s, there were few individuals more central to our cinematic coming-of-age. And with perhaps the sole exception of Shane Black, a different animal in any case, none of the others—the Spielbergs, Camerons, Tarantinos—were exclusively screenwriters. For over a decade, the Hungarian-born, Hollywood-minted superstar writer of Basic Instinct bestrode the adult-oriented commercial screenwriting mainstream like a smirking colossus in a tight dress wearing no underwear. And given that Hollywood is primarily how the USA, the most loudly, proudly self-created of nations, expresses itself to itself and to the rest of the world, by the man’s own bombastic standards it’s only a slight exaggeration to suggest that America, between the years of 1985 and 1995, was written by Joe Eszterhas.

But for all the dominance he exerted, the rules he rewrote and the sheer money he made, examining Eszterhas’ heyday today feels like an act of paleontology, even for those of us who lived through it. 1992 is not so very distant; in a variety of ways it is still with us. It was the year Quentin Tarantino, whose latest film is in theaters right now, broke out with his first, Reservoir Dogs. It was the year the current loathsome, racist, tinpot President of the United States made a cameo appearance in Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, back when he was merely a loathsome, racist, tinpot property tycoon. It was the year that the number one box office spot was taken by Disney’s animated Aladdin, which felt close enough in time that the live-action remake which—and I’ve checked my notes on this, apparently was a thing that happened to us in 2019—felt entirely too soon.

But it was also the year of Paul Verhoeven’s Basic Instinct, the sine qua non of Eszterhas-penned films. And if Sharon Stone’s lascivious leg-cross (Verhoeven’s invention, incidentally, not Eszterhas’) provided posterity with the most iconic upskirt of a blonde in a white dress since Marilyn Monroe’s encounter with a subway grate, that is largely all that remains to us of it today. Well, that and the instantly forgotten sequel (sans Eszterhasian involvement) that already seemed wildly anachronistic in 2006. The original film, its writer, the erotic thriller genre it exemplified, the dunderheaded sexual politics it upheld while attempting to subvert, the whole idea of a mainstream screenwriter having a brand at all (even one as loosely defined as “writer of films you don’t tell your parents you snuck into”), all seem like ancient relics. These are the artifacts not only of a bygone age but of an extinct genus, a whole evolutionary branch that was nipped in the bud so comprehensively that even now scientists might argue over how closely the skeletons of certain bird species resemble the bones of Basic Instinct.

This containment, however, is what makes looking back at the Eszterhas era so fascinating. His brief Hollywood hegemony is a microcosmic event in cinematic history, one with a beginning, middle, and an end (barring some late-breaking epilogue, or a post fade-to-black pan down to an ice pick under the bed). And it didn’t start with his first produced screenplay, for the leaden Sylvester Stallone truckers-union drama F.I.S.T. (Norman Jewison, 1978), although the glimmer of future feats of financial alchemy was already present in the reported $400,000 he received for the novelization. Dawn really broke for Eszterhas, as it did for three of the only other people who could legitimately be termed his peers as purveyors of massively popular, high-concept, low-brow ‘80s sensationalism (producers Don Simpson and Jerry Bruckheimer, director Adrian Lyne), with 1983’s Flashdance.

It was an improbable success, less a film than an aerobics video occasionally interrupted by some awkward sassy banter and Jennifer Beals’ popping-flashbulb smile. Its vanishingly thin story, which Eszterhas co-wrote, is of an 18-year-old welder in a steel mill, who moonlights as an exotic dancer while aspiring to become a ballerina—a logline that sounds like a hoot of derision even as an unadorned description—and is full of Eszterhasian hallmarks. There’s the high degree of preposterousness. There’s the gym scene, during which the ladies of the cast grimace and lift weights in full makeup, and while here the frictionless unreality of Lyne’s TV-commerical aesthetic makes the sequence abstract, the peculiar faith in the erotic potential of a workout would recur in the squash sequence in Jagged Edge (Richard Marqund, 1985) and the ludicrous gym date in Sliver (Phillip Noyce, 1993).

And Flashdance also prefigures almost the entire Eszterhas oeuvre in being a story that centers on a woman’s experience and that laudably—if here laughably—positions her career ambitions as at least equal to her romantic aspirations in the mechanism of the plot. But, as elsewhere, it’s a view of women constructed by a proudly unreconstructed man, directed and photographed by men. (Eszterhas’ hard-drinking, womanizing, hellraising, Hunter S. Thompson-of-the-movies persona is enjoyably self-mythologized in his memoir Hollywood Animal.) If anything, what comes across most strongly in Eszterhas’ conception of a “strong woman” is his bafflement when tasked with imagining what such a woman might have going on inside her brain. His filmography may be full of female-fronted titles, and may contain the most famous mons venus in film history, but most of Eszterhas’ work could not be more male gaze-y f it were written from the point of view of an actual phallus, like the closing chapter of his 2000 book American Rhapsody, which is narrated by Bill Clinton's penis, Willard (I am not making this up).

This powerfully eroticized dissociation, this sexualized incomprehension of women as people with interior lives, is the animating idea behind the most Eszterhasian of Eszterhas scripts. But it’s a blank space in which directors, and especially actresses, could sometimes find room to create for themselves. Sharon Stone is genuinely, in-on-the-joke fantastic in Basic Instinct—who else could have delivered “What are you going to do, charge me with smoking?” as if it were an unreturnable Wildean riposte? Costa-Gavras’ Music Box (1989) is by some distance the sturdiest and least dated of Eszterhas movies, a lot due to its comparative sexlessness, but also because of a great, warm, real performance from an Oscar-nominated Jessica Lange. Debra Winger just about wins out in her more thankless role in Costa-Gavras’ first Eszterhas collaboration, Betrayed (1988). And Glenn Close imbues the heroine of the superior thriller Jagged Edge with such shrewdness that it’s almost a liability to the believability of the central deception.

But live by the sword, die by the sword, and when the director/actress combo fails to operate in similar sympathy we get Stone horribly miscast as a… sexy wallflower?… in Sliver, or Linda Fiorentino visibly flailing as a… downtrodden femme fatale?… in Jade, or poor Elizabeth Berkley thrashing wildly about in the neon-lit swimming pool of kitsch that is Showgirls. In these failures, the writer’s almost panicky vision of women as vast, dangerous cognitive black holes is best revealed. But then, mistrust of the opposite sex is only one aspect of the wider mystery that underpins even Eszterhas’ outlier titles: his entire output is preoccupied with how little any of us can ever know anyone.

In Eszterhas’ semi-autobiographical Telling Lies In America (Guy Ferland, 1997), a teenage Hungarian immigrant (Brad Renfro) is dazzled by Kevin Bacon's smooth-talking DJ, but blindly unable to work out if he is friend or fiend. Music Box details a lawyer’s dawning disillusionment over her adored father's murderous past—eerily mirroring Eszterhas’ discovery of his own father’s collaboration with the Hungarian Nazi regime. Betrayed has Winger’s FBI agent falling for Tom Berenger’s farmer only to discover he is, in fact, the neo-Nazi she insisted to her bosses he was not, in similar vein to Jagged Edge, in which Close’s lawyer discovers that the lover she successfully defended actually dunnit after all.

Oftentimes, the credulity-stretching ambivalence of these characters is all that powers the suspense, as in the is-she-gonna-kill-him-or-is-she-just-orgasming moments in Basic Instinct. In the misbegotten Nowhere to Run (Robert Harmon, 1993) Jean-Claude Van Damme plays a ruthless ex-con turned valiant protector, his blockish inertia apparently meant to signal that inner ambiguity. More often, it leads to final-act fake-out twists so unmoored to anything like recognizable motivation that they become weirdly weightless, as in Sliver when Stone’s Carly does not know if she’s killed the right man until the final four seconds of the film, and where, had the coin-flip gone the other way, it would still be equally (un)believable.

If it’s part of the egotistical remit of the writer to believe they have an insight into human psychology, it’s remarkable how much of Eszterhas’ oeuvre pivots around how fundamentally unknowable people are to one another. And while that schtick, by which you can’t tell if someone cares for you or is simply a talented sociopathic mimic, resonated briefly at the exact moment when the grasping, solipsistic ‘80s were segueing into the untrustworthy, PR-managed ‘90s, it proved not to have much long-game sustain. Critics had always been sniffy about Eszterhas, who clearly mopped up his tears with massive wads of 100 dollar bills. But when audiences started staying away, like in the Showgirls and Jade-blighted annus horribilis of 1995, the inflationary bubble that allowed Eszterhas to command millions for two-page outlines scribbled, one suspects, on the back of strip club napkins, abruptly burst. The idea of screenwriter-as-auteur, or rather as reliable bellwether of commercial success, proved a fallacy, an expensive experiment that began and ended with Joe Eszterhas, its earliest progenitor, luckiest beneficiary, and biggest casualty.

Glossy, vacuous, adult-themed thrillers were not the only thing going on in Hollywood, and Eszterhas was not the only big-name screenwriter. Shane Black, writer of Lethal Weapon, also commanded astronomical sums for his early ‘90s scripts, but the key difference is that Black wrote in the register of the franchise-able action-spectacular blockbuster that would eventually trounce all others as the Hollywood model for the future. Black has gone on to become part of the Marvel machine as a writer and director, while aside from one Hungarian-language period film, Children of Glory (Krisztina Goda, 2006), Eszterhas’ contribution to the pop cultural landscape post-2000 has been in the form of self-aggrandizing memoirs, or highly public fallings-out with celebrities, like Mel Gibson, of a similarly corked vintage.

The tastemaker point of view has historically been to consider Eszterhas among the worst things that ever happened to Hollywood—so much so that disdain-dripping sarcasm seems to be the fallback for critics summarizing his impact. But while no one is going to make the case for the man’s filmography as some sort of artistic landmark, the Eszterhas era did represent one of the last gasps of a Hollywood that believed, however misguidedly, in personality over product, when the idiosyncrasies, idiocies and ideologies of a single person—a writer at that—could, with studio backing and a 1,500 theater release strategy, influence the cinematic development of an entire generation. That might not have seemed like a good thing but retrospect, like cocaine, is a helluva drug and in 2019, with blandly anonymous, market-tested content churned out by mega-corporations bi-weekly to siphon your hard-earneds away, the kind of salacious tackiness Eszterhas represented feels oddly adorable, even quaint. Now that singular talents—even the obnoxious and objectionable ones—who could make decent returns on mid-budget, adult-oriented mainstream fare, have been steamrollered by infantilizing, monolithic billion-dollar mega-franchises, it’s hard not to be a little nostalgic for the vanished hiccup of time when Hollywood briefly uncrossed its legs for Joe Eszterhas, and Joe Eszterhas told us all what he saw.