#I don't think I ever saw those outfits though?? what stage are they from

[slowlydiving]

The Unit — Monster team

[yridenergyridenergy]

Oh, some more thoughts on last night's show in Sendai:

Kaoru propped his left foot onto the big speaker in front of him a couple of times, which allowed me to see his entire awesome victorian outfit. There was a song where they projected live footage of the members on the back screen, around the time of Soshaku in the setlist I think, and the screening started with Kaoru. But he was in that position with his left leg raised and folded, and what we saw was a proper crotch shot for several seconds. Then, the cameraman who was tasked with filming him seemed to come out of his trance, realized that his footage was the one featured in the background live, and he promptly raised the camera to capture Kaoru's face instead hah.

In that same song, Kyo clearly stayed longer in front of his cameraman, crouched and growling, and when he knew that the footage was being projected on the screen, he pointed between his eyes and the camera lens, even though we were like right there, to his right hah. He had a teasing expression on his face.

And my feedback on Sendai is that... Damn, for some reason those people seem way taller than in Sapporo. I don't know how many in the audience don't live in the region, but everyone in the VIP queues was taller than me. If I hadn't had a good number, I would have struggled to find a spot with a clear view of the stage.

There were also complaints on Twitter from Japanese fans about how ridiculously high their numbers for VIP were, which was most likely in the 300s. They blamed sunkrad's greediness and declared that they wouldn't buy VIP ever again. But I think part of it was that: 1) the VIP area had been a bit bare, from my experience, so they could definitely fit more people; 2) Sendai PIT's front area seemed larger than usual, so maybe there was a particularly high number of VIPs just because of that venue.

[hyunniesgirl]

So, I know you saw Minho looking so delicious at the VMA's yesterday 🤤. Could I request a blurb of reader and Minho after the show. It can be fluff, smut or whatever you like! I just can't get that man off of my mind, I'll take whatever you give me 😭🫠🫠

Girllllllllll you have great taste and you know it, thank you so much for your request. I hope you enjoy what I did here and please give me some feedback of what you think I should improve.

Summary: Lee Know gets overwhelmed easily when surrended by so many people in an unfamiliar place, though when he sees you all hot and bothered after their performance he thinks of a way to recharge his energy.

Words count: 1,501

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: unprotected piv(use protection people), throat fucking, blowjob(m receiving), pulling hair and dirty talk.

You were acting weird, you knew it and Minho knew it too. It started when he showed up at your hotel room, he was looking absolutely sinful and you were uncommonly embarrassed of the unholy thoughts running through your mind.

You were staring so intensely he had to snap his fingers in front of your face taking you out of your deep dirty thoughts, a smirk on his lips, "Do I look that good?", he already knows the answer and you nod automatically. He tilts his head cockily. "That's good to know"

After he leaves, you just know you're going crazy tonight. You two couldn't go together to the award event because other than the members no one knows you're dating, so you have to sneak into the backstage to watch their performance.

The problem and what put you in trouble is that you weren't expecting THAT performance. Of course you know they're good but that stage was something absolutely divine, they looked so powerful, so charming, showing everyone how talented they are and Minho was spectacular, looking delicious with his stage outfit.

So after they were finished most of the guys changed and went back to watch the rest of the show. But not Minho, he was seated on a chair with his legs spread looking extremely tired.

"Are you not going to get changed?", you ask, putting your hands on his shoulders trying to massage him.

"I just need a moment", he says, giving a tap on his thigh for you to sit and you do it without even thinking, sitting on his lap and laying down on his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

Minho starts to caress your thigh getting up and up, until he has his fingers pressing against the material of your panties.

"What's this?", he asks, making you blush, "why are you completely soaked?", he knows it's not just from the little contact you had with him in the few minutes he was in there.

You hide your face on the crook of his neck, you don't want to talk about those dirty things you were thinking, but he knows you so well, he might have an idea.

"If you don't speak I'll think you had someone over to satisfy your greedy pussy", he answers with his voice low and you flinch, sitting straight and looking shyly at him.

"Don't say something like that, Min, you're the only one for me"

"Then do as I say, or are you trying to be a disobedient little whore? Huh?"

You fidget with your fingers and he puts his hand on the small of your back caressing it so you could feel his encouragement.

"You just looked so good", you say blushing, he's your boyfriend you shouldn't be shy when saying this things to him but you never spoke about your desires with him looking at you with such a serious face, "you looked mad all night and I know it's because you were nervous and overwhelmed but I couldn't help to think how I wished I were the one you were mad with so you would bend me over and relieve all your stress on me"

Minho keeps silent, you're afraid to look at him. He looked so anxious before and now you are here talking about being a horny mess.

When you feel the hand he had on your back sliding up, your head snaps at him. You see his eyes dark like the night sky, full of the most pure desire you ever saw, he grabs your hair and pulls your head back exposing your neck.

"Hm, I was so nervous thinking about how I could calm down but I guess you can help me, right, beautiful?", he kisses your cheek.

"I can do anything you want, Min", you say and he smiles, that mischievous smile that shows up when you're in trouble.

Minho starts undoing his belt with just one hand giving a quick nod to the floor, you get on your knees understanding exactly what he wants.

You begin opening the zipper of his pants, but you're trembling so much it's difficult, his eyes never leave you as he follows your every move.

So when you free his hard cock a proud smile grows on his lips and you lick yours in anticipation.

"I don't have all the time in the world", he cocks one of his brows looking impatient.

Hurrying up you put his cock in your mouth taking it all the way to the back of your throat and pulling it out, you feel him twitching and the sound of a really dirty growl grace your ears.

Minho doesn't dare close his eyes or take them out of you. He puts his hand on your head guiding you to the speed he wants and moments later he begins thrusting, holding your head still so he can finally throat fuck you. His moans are music to your ears.

"You're such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this"

You keep looking at him, staring at his handsome face. You want to slide your hands into your pussy and touch your sensitive clit but you know better, if you're good enough he will fuck you so hard you're not going to be able to walk out of that room.

Just as you had that thought he pull your head out of his cock, "get up, I want you in front of that mirror, hands up front and ass up"

You abide by his order walking to the mirror, legs almost giving out not sure how you're going to keep standing when he fucks you.

You see him taking his jacket off and walking to you,  you're already a mess, your lipstick is blurred, your mascara staining your cheeks and your hair all out of place.

You feel Minho's hand on your thigh, his fingers going up taking your skirt together, you see his reflection raising his hand and smacking your ass making you whimper.

"Minho, please, can't you fuck me already?"

He smiles caressing the red mark of his hand on your skin.

"You're so beautiful I can't help admiring you", he says, "you're lucky I can't take it anymore"

He takes his hard dick on his hands and jerks it a few times leading it to your entrance. You feel like you're going to explode with pleasure when he finally thrusts into you, you scream so hard you hope the music outside was loud enough so no one heard you. You can't help moaning again seeing Minho's face, he has his eyes shut and his teeth biting his bottom lip.

"You feel so good, just being inside you is like heaven", you whimper when he begins moving, his hips bucking into yours with the most sinful sound of skin clapping.

He slides his hand to your stomach leading it to your clit and making circles on the sensitive spot, you moan throwing your head back and closing your eyes.

"Look at me", he grunts between thrusts, "look at how good I fuck you, don't take your eyes of me, you're mine", you know he's close because he's trusts are faltering and you sure are no better.

"Please, please, please", you're almost choking on the air, you can't breathe, your orgasm is so close.

"T-that's right, my p-pretty slut should beg", he stammers smacking your ass once more, the moan that scapes your lips is the final straw for him, soon after you feel his hot liquid inside of you. "Fuck"

He doesn't stop the circles on your clit making the knot on your stomach grow bigger and bigger so when you see him lusting after your reflection in the mirror you can't take it anymore moaning loudly as your release takes control of you. Your legs give out but he catches you before you can fall.

He carries you to the chair he was seated before and tries fixing the messy hair sticking in your face. You're breathless with no strength at all. Minho find some napkins and use it to clean you up, you don't even want to think about how you're going to get out of there without people realizing you're fucked out.

"I love you", Minho whispers, trying to fix your outfit too.

You nod, whispering that you love him too and without realizing you closed your eyes letting the fatigue take control.

The next day you wake up feeling like you were run over by a train, aching in every part of your body. You take a look at your phone and see it going off with messages.

Your friends sent you a link to an article and you gasp when you open it. There are pictures of Minho caring you out of the event and putting you in his car with the title "Stray Kids Lee Know caring non identified woman in his arms, dating rumors surface on the internet"

"We are in trouble", you whisper to yourself.

[rindecisions]

Stranger Tales: 17

A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

Read all of it on AO3

Steve looked at his watch. “Yeah, let’s head back in.”

Robin nodded with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. “Oh,” she perked before she turned back toward the door. “Max said she’s sorry. She’s worried she actually upset you.”

Steve smiled and chuckled. “She’s a good kid. A pain in the ass,” he added quickly, “But a good kid nonetheless.” He pushed himself off the wall to follow her.

“Yeah, she is. I don't know about the pain in the ass part, though. I think she’s pretty cool.”

“You would,” Steve grumbled playfully, walking through the door Robin held open for him.

When they got back to their table, Steve startled Max by scruffing her bright hair. They shared a smile before Steve sat next to Robin to watch the rest of the show. Max was tempted to join them, but decided it'd be best to keep her mouth shut for once. Throughout the remainder of the show, Steve was only able to pay half attention to the performers. Eddie sat directly in the corner of his eye and was bathed in the glow of the stage light, basically making him a beacon. He did his best to stay focused on the show, but every time Eddie laughed, his eyes shot onto his profile.

Why Eddie? Of all the people in Hawkins, hell, of all the people in the bar, why Eddie? There were definitely a few cute girls, but for some reason, his vision continued to make its way to a man he barely knew. Sure, for a man, Eddie was attractive. What confused Steve the most was that other than Eddie’s long hair, there was nothing feminine about him. He thought for sure that once Eddie was out of his costume, he’d have no interest in him anymore. He sure as hell wasn’t interested before he saw him on stage, but they didn’t exactly interact, either.

He thought back to when they met at the mall. Was Robin right? Was Eddie staring at him back then? Robin called Eddie his admirer and stalker. She also mentioned that he was there a lot. If Eddie was lying about just being distracted by their outfits, then why was he staring? Was Eddie into men? Was Eddie into him? Why were his palms sweating and his heart racing just thinking about it? Did he want to date Eddie? When Eddie turned to talk to a curly-haired friend, they inadvertently made eye contact. Steve's blood ran cold, and he shot his attention back to the currently empty stage.

Eddie furrowed his brows. Was Steve just staring at him? Their groups were far apart, with Steve's in the back. He couldn't fully make it out, but could have sworn Steve was staring at him.

“Eddie, you okay, man?” Gareth asked, looking over his shoulder in the direction of Eddie's gaze.

“Yeah, sorry,” Eddie sighed, looking back at him.

Gareth chuckled and turned back to the stage in time for the next act to walk on. “You worried about Harrington giving you shit for being in drag?”

“No, nothing like that.” Eddie stared at the stage but didn't comprehend what the act was about. It could have been singing or stand-up comedy for all he knew. He hated being around people he knew when there was someone he found attractive nearby. Very few people knew his sexuality and his friends were not among them. Wayne figured it out even before Eddie did. Dennis only found out because he was the first gay man he’d ever met and Eddie got overly excited, accidentally outing himself. Since then, Dennis was the only person he could talk to on these matters. Keeping it a secret from his friends was exhausting.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want his friends to know, quite the opposite, actually. Unfortunately, the odds of being publicly outed increased with every person who knew, and there were plenty of people he didn’t want to know. Such as any of the school bullies. He had a hard enough time with those assholes already, and he didn’t want to give them even more fodder. If Steve was staring at him, it was likely because he’d just seen him in drag. Eddie groaned softly, careful not to alert his friends. Why did Steve have to show up tonight of all nights? Why couldn’t he have shown up on a Tuesday when he was up there as a man with his own voice and his own band? Then again, who’s to say Steve would have given him the time of day if he looked like a man? Eddie sighed and tried to pay attention to the act. Turns out it was a stand-up comic.

Robin smiled at Steve enjoying himself again. She was worried that their talk would bum him out, but he seemed to be doing just fine. When they’d first got back, Steve seemed distant, staring off in Eddie’s direction, but now he was laughing and cheering along with her. He’d figure it out. She knew he would. He may be dense and a little ditzy, but he wasn’t as dumb as she first thought he was, and she’d come to find those qualities endearing.

After about another hour, the show finally came to a close and everyone packed up. Steve laughed when Mrs. Hargrove happily ran up to the hostess, who’d just walked out from the back. She seemed to be enthusiastically complementing their look. Max shook her head and followed her mother. Steve’s chest tightened as he watched Eddie say bye to his friends and walk back through the staff door.

“Ready?”

Robin’s voice startled Steve. “Wha- oh, yeah.” He stood and got out from behind the booth, letting Robin out. “Got everything?”

Robin held up her small purse. “Yup.”

Steve nodded and walked over to Max and Susan to say goodbye. Just as Steve had expected, Susan was fawning over the hostess. Max rolled her eyes and walked up to Steve and Robin. “She was like this in Cali, too. She was thrilled when she heard about this place.”

“Well, she does seem to be enjoying herself,” Steve chuckled.

“What’d you think?” Max asked.

Robin looked over at Steve, also eager to know.

“A lot of fun, actually,” Steve answered with a smile. He was startled when he met what felt like a glare from the hostess.

“Pardon me, honey,” Velvet said sweetly to Susan, tapping her on the shoulder before walking closer to Steve. “Surprised to see a Harrington here.”

Steve groaned to himself at yet another person pointing out how weird it was for him to be there. “Wait.” He winced. “You know who I am?”

“Who in Hawkins doesn’t know the Harringtons?” Her smile seemed laced with venom. Did he do something to piss her off?

“Um…” Steve didn’t really know how to respond.

“It’s even stranger that you enjoyed yourself.” That was, without a doubt, drenched in malice.

Max pursed a smile, looking between Steve and Velvet almost as if she was waiting for a fight to break out.

“I’m- I’m sorry?” Steve blinked and shook his head in confusion.

“You see,” she started, glaring at him through her dense green eyelashes. “Your parents came in here a few years back.”

Oh no. Steve clenched his face, knowing nothing good could come from that statement.

“They had such a good time that they tried to shut us down.”

“What?!” Steve wasn’t the only one that exclaimed in shock.

“It was quite the hassle to fight one of the richest, most respected families in town, but we scraped by and still stand strong.” Her gaze was chilling.

Steve was flabbergasted and the worst part was that it didn’t surprise him. That absolutely seemed like something at least his dad would do.

The hostess’ face softened when she saw Steve’s face indicating genuine shock and horror. “That’s just what you have to do when you’re an outcast, a freak, or what seems to be the worst offense, queer.”

Robin froze when Velvet’s eyes briefly shot to her with a warm smile.

“Seriously, I had no idea,” Steve stated sincerely.

Her warm smile shifted to Steve. “I can see that, dear.”

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have-”

“Wouldn’t have what?” Velvet interrupted with a broad smile. “Come enjoy a show.” She gestured at the empty stage. “Spend the evening with your friends.” Her hand swept in the direction of present company. “No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “You obviously aren’t your parents.”

That was the first time someone said that as if it was a good thing, and Steve was taken aback.

“And for that,” she continued. “You are welcome here anytime.” Her smile broadened. “Continue being your own person, doll.” She nudged his chin with the side of her finger and turned back to Susan. “Now where were we?”

“I was asking where you got your dress,” Susan fawned.

Velvet chuckled. “This had to be custom made by one of our girls here. Do you know how hard it is to find…”

Their conversation faded into the background as Steve stood there, shell-shocked for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. Never once did he consider it a good thing to be different from his parents, but maybe… just maybe, he wasn’t the failure they told him he was.

“Steve?” Robin pat his shoulder, snapping him out of his trance. She was starting to think that was something she was going to have to get used to.

“You okay?” Max asked in an oddly accusatory tone.

“Yeah, sorry.” He shook his head. “We good?” he asked Robin, still blinking his thoughts off.

“Yeah,” she huffed in amusement.

“We’ll see you around, Max.” Steve waved and turned toward the door.

“Steve!” Max shouted before he could walk away. When he turned to face her, he got a bad feeling from her smug smirk. “You owe me free ice cream for a week.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “And why the hell would I owe you that?”

She crossed her arms cockily. “Unless you want me to tell Mike and the others that you hit on a man.”

Robin snorted loudly, and Steve shot her an annoyed glance. “Fine,” he hissed, “But only for a week!”

“That’s all I ask,” Max said chipperly.

Steve groaned and turned to the door.

Robin snickered. “Between buying me lunch and giving Max free ice cream, nothing is going to be left of your paycheck.”

“No shit,” Steve grumbled.

“Good thing Mommy and Daddy are rich,” she teased.

“Fuck off,” he laughed, opening the door for her.

Before getting in his car, Steve stretched and glanced around the parking lot. He froze when he saw Eddie with his guitar on his back walking up to a van. They made eye contact when Eddie looked up. He stopped in his tracks, looking like a deer in the headlights.

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[paramorearchived]

March 6, 2010

Transcript:

NZ -> Singapore.

 so, i was on the plane today. well, we all were. (we're in singapore now!). and being that we were sitting in business class, there were a lot of business men just hanging out, shipping champagne and laughing at things that i don't really understand. so, this business man is hanging with his other business friend and they're wearing the exact same outfit... only business man #2 is wearing his grey slacks so tight and high on his waist that his balls are like suffocating. and i can see this happening. like his pants are not leaving any room for my imagination. not that i would've wanted to imagine it in the first place. the worst part is that he is just standing right there, in my direct eyeline and i can't. stop. looking. it was a train wreck of manly horror.  maybe i should've just said something. honestly, i kinda felt like i had a right to. what a sight it was, you guys. i wish you all could've been there. 

in other news... haha... this tour has honestly done a million wonders for me. being in all these places and meeting people who live half a world (literally) away from where we're from. it's such a blessing to play these shows and see all of you out here. japan was incredible. from the shows, to the dinners and shopping trips, the sight seeing. we were able to work with our original promoter - from the first trip we ever took over there. so the whole thing just felt like one big party.  being able to play soundwave festival for the first time could not have been any better. our sideshows ruled. youmeatsix are always a blast to hang with... and the festivals were. massive. thanks to everyone who stood under the blistering sun all day to hang with us. i thought i would die on stage in perth. we made it though. honestly, i still don't get how zac puts on those shows and makes it all the way through playing as hard as he does. metal as hell, y'all.  i have to say, new zealand just about takes the cake. we had never been there, though, so maybe that's what it is. our friend rowan, from the jury & the saints, took us around to all of his favorite spots and some of us even stayed over at his place to watch movies and climb trees. you guys, i climbed the highest tree ever... i would show you the pics but i went swimming in the ocean with my blackberry - which has since died - and that's where all the photo proof is. 

(SIDE NOTE: Anne Hathaway is absolutely stunning, kill me.)

and now, here we are in Singapore for the first time! we were greeted by some crazy fans at the airport. sometimes it makes me so sad when we can't stay and hang. if we had a van and were in charge of driving it.. we'd make our own schedule. unfortunately, we get driven all over the place by folks that actually know where they're going in all these cities. so they make the rules. hahah, it's probably a good idea. we used to get lost every day touring in our van. anyways, i can't wait to just be on stage tomorrow and see how these shows are gonna go down. bet it will be unbelievable. 

i gotta run. think i'm gonna bug jeremy.  love you guys so much. 

ps. we saw so many of our friends over the past week... and we want you to listen to em and know how awesome they are. Here ya goooo - youmeatsix, The Jury & The Saints, Alexisonfire, Comeback Kid, Set Your Goals, Sunny Day Real Estate. there are plenty more but i'll save them for another time!

[itsclydebitches]

Jumping off your V6 Giftbag nit-pick: Considering emblems are/were a thing, I'm surprised we don't see a lot of interaction with clothing in RWBY. How cool would it be if Ruby's cloak belonged to a silver-eyed ancestor? Or that the purple sash on Yang's leg was a symbol of good luck from her dad? Or Weiss modifying her family crest or Blake getting piercings in her cat ears instead of wrapping them in a bow? All these little things that would add so much to their characters.

Yes, stuff like that would be amazing! Now that I think about it, RWBY has already made space in the show for that kind of characterization, they just made it... bland. AKA, the outfit changes in Volume 7. Rather than having a couple of characters generically change their hair for no reason other than what the audience might headcanon (I guess killing your stalker ex with your maybe girlfriend makes people crave a haircut?) actually tie the change to the character and to whatever they're personally going through.

The one example I can think of where RWBY did this decently is with Jaune: upgrading with Pyrrha's armor and then later incorporating a bit of her sash (even if I question, from a world building perspective) why he has her personal effects + how he got them in the midst of/following a horrific battle. Especially when Pyrrha disintegrated.) But still, we understand both why he's changing now and why that change is emotionally significant. It adds something to his story rather than simply being change for the sake of change.

Personally, I love the idea of Blake getting some awesome earrings, moving from hiding her ears, to letting them be natural, to actively showing them off. I've wanted Weiss to move away from the pincess-y look for a while, just because it's so closely tied to the image her father sculpted for her. Give me a short-haired, practical-but-still-stylish looking Weiss (similar to Winter, perhaps?) who never could have passed as Jacques' perfect heiress. Maybe even a callback where Ruby notes that she's dropped the combat skirt and Weiss admits that it was never really her thing. Yeah, give us an ancient, tattered cloak that's been passed down through multiple SEWs, old enough that Maria recognizes on sight it even though Ruby dyed it red after her mother's death. Give me a Yang who, after getting blindsided by Adam, gives herself an impromptu buzz cut both to symbolize this new stage of her life and so that no one can ever use her long hair as a combat weakness. I want Nora's scars to be on her face (cowards) and for Ren to incorporate something of Nora's alongside his dad's dagger; for Oscar to hold onto pieces of his farmboy identity and Ozpin to carry bits of the past that aren't just random bomb-canes. Why can't the gears in Qrow's weapon be a nod to his long relationship with Oz? (A great nitpick I saw recently). Why can't Ruby and Yang both have a splash of purple to represent their family? Why have these characters traveled across a good chunk of their world now, but visiting all those places have barely left a mark? Why can't all the characters wear clothes that MATCH THE ENVIRONMENT THEY'RE IN? Sure, they've changed physically, but the changes are largely, randomly cosmetic, devoid of any meaning outside of, "It's a new Volume and we need new models for the next three-ish years. Better give the characters an outfit update. Incorporate the meaning of those changes into the story? Nah, too much work."

[oodlyenough]

i finished arcane here are some thoughts

things i liked:

not an original thought but the art and animation ruled... easily the best part of the show. i think if you have any passing interest in animation it's worth watching just for that

tons of the character designs are very sexy thank you video games

i took some time to settle into the cast and world building but by the end was fairly attached to and/or compelled by most of our major players. vi, cait, viktor, ekko and silco were the standouts for me. i also like sevika but wish she got more to do? what's ur deal sevika. i have questions. also you're super hot

i was prepared (thank you twitter) for vi and cait to not be the centre stage of the whole show but i do wish we'd seen more of them and had more episode with them together, to make it pay off better

i only started paying attention after i saw that "men or women?" gifset and i gotta say vi and cait... like... are they my new favourite OTP? no. did i have fun watching all of their scenes? yes

viktor is one of those obvious fan favourite characters from the second he appears on screen but i am a fan and he was a favourite

i liked silco a lot, i thought he was very compelling and i really liked his fucked up relationship with jinx. great. sometimes you're a ruthless slum kingpin and also you love your violent adopted daughter a lot

the viktor/jayce/mel storyline works sooo much better as (and is clearly... portrayed as...) a bisexual love triangle. wish the show had leaned into that instead of no homoing it with that "like a brother" line flhghg hello?? mid-seasons we were just like jayce now you're being a bad boyfriend to two people :/

everything needs more bisexual drama tho so i was here for it

the crazy dinner scene with jinx and co was fun. i liked the juxtaposition being like... not clear cut? i mean obviously silco is a terrible person in general and vi has done nothing wrong ever in her life, but to jinx specifically it was just... two family members who genuinely care about her. (and cait who does not want to marry into this family.) she instantly regrets killing silco but would've instantly regretted killing vi. you played yourself jinx

things i did not like:

it was not lost on me as a veteran of fandom that the show kind of... set mel up for failure by giving her the role it did. i mean i haven't looked at the tag yet so maybe fandom will pleasantly surprise me but uh, i doubt it, lmao

it was also not lost on me that the no-name lovesick girl who gets obliterated by viktor was also black

i thought it was out of character for vi to be pretty callous about that kid jayce killed... would street orphan vi really be that ambivalent to killing a street orphan just because he """worked for""" silco? hello...? hes like five? aren't you trying to save your terrorist sister? ??

caitlin's police outfit w the tight skirt etc sucks lmfao thank you video games

i mentioned it earlier when i was watching but most of this felt like familiar stuff remixed a little. this isn't necessarily bad, but sometimes it fell flat when a character or situation invoked something else that i like better. for eg jinx and harley quinn

heimerdinger bored me i would like to excise all of his screentime and give it to someone else. when jayce in the council meeting was like "you've been president or whatever for 500 years and shit sucks" like. yeah honestly dude !!!

is sevika dead? dislike

stray thoughts:

i couldn't decide what category to put jinx in. i didn't... like her, exactly; i found her writing and some of the performance a bit tedious. i guess i liked her function in the narrative though

i think part of it was the show's quandary over whether powder is still "alive" or not and whether vi was "responsible" or not etc... i can buy that vi feels responsible for what happened but vi truly did nothing wrong LMAO sorry she lost her temper for 20 seconds after her sister killed their whole family ...

again i don't really hold it against jinx specifically but sometimes i found the narrative a bit muddy on that when i feel uh. very clear that it was not remotely vi's fault.

jinx played the villain route of telltale batman episode 5 and was like I Can Do That

is this show queerbaiting me two times over??? i guess we'll find out in like. 2023 or whenever s2 airs

mel your mean mom is super hot

[bill-y]

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Peeta Mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part two: Click here, bomburino tortilla pony horse.

Part three: You're here, my guy.

Part four: Click here, amigo

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It didn't take long before I came home, my mother and brother was already dressed, and I was right, Kunal has been crying.

He immediately lightened up when he saw the bread, pushing the sleeves of my first reaping outfit (which was now his) back in order to munch on it.

"Don't worry, you only have your name once in the pile, you're safe," I reassured him, as I've done many times before.

I smiled, patting his head. My mother glanced at me, but I pretended to not notice. It's been long since we've talked, the last time was a disagreement, a petty one at that. About two years or so?

I honestly surpised myself, how can I go without talking to her for so long. . .?

Another trait my father passed on to me was a short temper, though I never lose my head and scream, but something about her words made me yell. Her face was full of shock when I did that, almost as if I've betrayed her.

"Don't be stupid like your father!" She told me.

My father isn't a stupid man, he was smart. Lady luck just wasn't on his side that day.

I took a bath, scrubbing the dirt and soot off myself. When I saw my clothing my heart stopped. It was my Father's.

It was simple, just as he liked. A white button up tunic, the hems made of elegant gold lace. The pants were loose, with garters securing on the hip and the hems, he never liked tight clothing, just like me.

My eyes went towards my mother, who simply nodded, "After you get dressed, sit down, won't you? Let me fix your hair," she said.

My mouth opened to protest, only to shut itself when she whispered a small, "please," My eyes softened, her voice sounded so guilty, she regretted her words, just as I did. She knew I could get chosen.

But I'm a coward, I don't like apologizing, something I inherited from her.

I nodded, and got dressed before I sat down, just as she told me. She began to braid tiny sections of my hair. I've never been good at it, really, It would always look messy when I did it. So I just looked messy everyday.

But her hands can do magic, it was like she was weaving silk, her hands full of grace and utmost care as she intertwined every strand of hair. I could feel her hand shake a little, as if scared with one wrong touch, I'd shatter like glass.

She used to sew clothing, make various artworks with whatever was in the house. Her hand was naturally delicate, soft to anything she makes contact with.

I bit my lip, none of us wanted to say it. We we're both thinking the same thing, though.

I never really liked cutting my hair, always kept it atleast neck length at best. I don't think short hair suits me at all, though it does get in the way while hunting from time to time.

Once she finished, without a word she pressed her chapped lips onto my forehead, she then walked away, leaving me with a pit of guilt in my stomach.

Such simple words, why can't I just say it?

I sighed, fixing my tunic and tucking it in, the garter snapping back, making me wince a little. It was stupid of me to let go.

I took a deep breath in, mustering all the courage I had to walk towards my brother, who has devoured the entire loaf. "Good?" I asked.

He nodded, a smile on his face, the crumbs falling down. I chuckled, wiping his mouth with my hand.

"You're like a bird, aren't you, little mocking jay?" I said, patting his head again.

He hummed, nodding aggressively, his hair bouncing up and down. I snickered, holding his head still with both my hands. I squished his cheeks together, making his lips form into a duck beak-shape. "Hey, Y/n,"

I rose my brows, humming. "I won't get chosen, won't I?" he asked. I sniffed, shaking my head as I linked our foreheads. "No, no you wont, Nal," I said. "If they call you, I won't let you go, alright?"

"You promise?"

"Of course,"

Soon it hit one in the afternoon, it was mandatory to attend this "festival", unless you're at death's door, that is. I found myself beside Gale, who patted my shoulder for reassurance.

Maybe it was obvious I'm stressed, tense. I'm not worried about myself, I'm more worried of them, especially Kunal. He's only twelve, yet he can still get chosen.

Some kind of festival this is.

I clenched my fists tighter, palms started to go white as I also clenched my jaw.

On the temporary stage stationed in front of the justice building was a podium, three chairs and two large bowls. The district is divided into two sections, jumbled across those two glass bowls, waiting to be picked up.

Twenty of them contained 'Y/n Greyback', one of them contained 'Kunal Greyback'.

There were also bright banners hung up, though I'm sure it was just there to taunt us, it sure worked for me. Everytime I look at it I start feel sick, hatred bubbling in my stomach.

The feeling of claustrophobia began to settle in as people piled into the square, the late comers having to just watch from a monitor instead.

"You alright?" Gale asked, nudging me. I gulped, sighing, "Course, I just —" I turned back, looking at my brother. "Worry of him,"

He gave me a sympathetic look, "He only has one entry, I'm sure he won't be picked," He said. Something I've been saying for such a long time, it didn't help settle my nerves.

"I know," I answered plainly.

We looked towards Katniss' place, beside her was Mardge, who gave me a curt smile and a wave. Out of politeness, I simply nodded back before turning back to the stage.

My hands grew colder each second, by two, when the mayor finally reached the stage, my hands were as cold as a corpse's.

Beside the mayor was Effie Trinket, District 12’s escort, fresh from the Capitol with her scary white grin, pinkish hair, and spring green suit. It looked quite ghastly.

Everyone murmured in worry, for whom was the empty third seat for?

The mayor stepped in front of the podium, beginning to tell the tale of Panem, how the twelve districts lost in the rebellion and now have to face punishment.

The Hunger games.

It was simple, each district would pick two "tributes" to this little game, and then they either kill like a hungry wolf or die like lost cattle.

I gulped, sweat forming on my forehead as I instinctively reached for the end of Gale's shirt. He held my hand, patting it a few times to let me know it would be alright.

He then began to read the victors in every hunger games. In the past seventy-four years, we have had exactly two.

Only one is still alive. Haymitch Abernathy, a paunchy, middle-aged man, who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible, staggers onto the stage, and falls into the third chair.

To say he's drunk would be an understatement.

The crowd responds with its token applause, but he’s confused and tries to give Effie Trinket a big hug, which she barely manages to fend off.

The mayor looks distressed. Since all of this is being televised, right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Effie Trinket.

Bright and bubbly as ever, she began to talk. I could feel my blood boiling upon hearing her obnoxious, Capitol accent. I tuned her out, gulping as my hands somehow grew even colder.

Please don't let it be my brother, anyone but him.

"Let's have the first pick, shall we?" She said, her voice at the end of the sentence practically sky rocketing up. She pulled a piece of paper from one of the Glass bowls.

My heart pounded, as if trying to escape my chest. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths in.

"Kunal Greyback,"

My heart stopped. Why couldn't it have been me? I had twenty, TWENTY entries.

I watched as my brother walked past me, his lip quivering, eyes glossy. Oh sweet, sweet Kunal, as delicate as a Lotus.

Kunal, the boy who gathers flowers every morning just for me.

Kunal, the boy who loves pulling on my braids.

Kunal, my dear innocent brother. Afraid of his own shadow.

I felt my own body move, launching myself forward. Gale called for my name, but I didn't care, no. I needed to get to my brother, I made a promise.

"NAL! NAL! NO!" I yelled, desperation evident in my voice as I pushed through the other people. "Y/n!" He screamed back.

Most of then gave me and my brother looks of sympathy, some gossiped. "Greyback," they'd whisper. "Another one bites the dust," they'd continue.

The peace keepers pushed me back, preventing me from reaching my brother.

No, not like this. He's still so young, he still wants to gather lilys by the front of our house, he still wants to create flower crowns for me to wear.

He still wants to breath, to live.

The mayor looked at me, recignizing me almost immediately. He didn't know me, no. Rather, he knew my father, the man he put under the execution block.

Oh mother, I'm sorry it had to be this way. It seems another one of your family members will die at the hands of the Capitol.

"I volunteer!" I gasped, gulping down nothing. My mouth was dry.

"I volunteer as a tribute!"

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Hey Can you do Yoru x fem non agent singer scenario?

The singer have a soft voice (like Billie Eilish). Where the agents don't know that Yoru is dating a famous person, and his girlfriend has never met his friends. So Yoru invites Valorant protocol agents to go to her show and Backstage to get to know her better.

You had a long-term relationship with Yoru and since you are a famous singer, you also had to hide it from the paparazzi and all your fans for a while so they wouldn't bother Yoru. Now you wanted to tell people because you wanted your fans to know who you're dating.

Also Yoru, would go crazy when fans ship you with a another famous person.

He supported you when you asked your manager if I could explain Yoru. You have been working with him for a long time and he has supported you in everything he can. You wanted to talk about your relationship on stage. Your manager took precautions against aggressive fans, he also knew what Yoru was like since you introduced Yoru earlier.

Other agents knew Yoru had a girlfriend, but they had never met his girlfriend and had never seen her. Jett would sometimes say to her, "I don't think there is a girl like that, you have an imaginary girlfriend you thought you were dating. Otherwise, I don't think a girl as good as you mentioned exists in the world."

"Shut up, Jett. She has a concert tomorrow. If you don't believe it that much, we can all go together. You'll meet him after the concert."

Jett stretched out and looked at Yoru blankly, "Concert or what?"

"(Y/N) (L/N) is a famous singer, so I said I'd meet you after the concert, idiot."

"Don't be ridiculous, she can't be your girlfriend! I love that woman and she's dating an asshole like you!?"

Phoenix laughed at them and cursed Yoru, "She's wasting her, Jett."

"Shut up, not having someone still love you is another matter."

Brimstone cleared his throat, silencing them. "No one's on duty tomorrow if you really want to introduce them, and we can go if it's convenient for the others. It'll be a good break for our business."

Looking back at the others, Reyna laughed and stood up, "I'm sure a woman like Yoru who can stand up to and love someone is very interesting."

Killjoy looked up from the alarm boat he was trying to fix; "I came across a song on YouTube before, the woman's voice is really beautiful. It's okay with me."

Everyone at the base had agreed to come in an interesting way. Some for the concert, some to make fun of Yoru, and the rest to find out if there really was a woman who could put up with Yoru.

Five minutes before the concert, Jett still couldn't believe he was at the concert. He had never been to your concert before as he was too busy with duties. "Free VIP concert ticket and also meeting (Y/N) (L/N)... I think I'm in a dream or something."

When you got on stage and saw Yoru and the people you thought were his spy friends, you smiled at them. You were also laughing when the white-haired girl (J E T T B A B E) next to Yoru screamed like a fangirl. You took a deep breath and there was a great silence in the concert venue as you started to sing your favorite, but also viral, song. You loved the respect people had for your work.

After the concert, you waved to your fans and returned to the backstage. When the security came to you after you changed and said there was a group waiting for you at the door, you told them to let them in. The girl who was screaming at the concert was standing right in front of you, pushing Yoru and the others away as soon as security opened the door. "I really can't believe it!"

She took out a notebook and pen from his bag and handed it to you. "Can I have your autograph?"

"Stupid Jett, don't tire my girlfriend!"

"Yoru!"

Yoru sighed "okay okay, sorry."

You smiled at her and took the notebook from her hand.

"Is your name Jett?"

"Yes it is."

While you were signing her notebook, Yoru agents were introducing you to "This is the Cypher in the stupid hat"

"Look at your own mask first, stupid boy."

"Killjoy, the girl with the toys"

"Those toys are smarter than you!

"Phoenix with hair like french fries"

"Dude I'm hungry!"

"That short-haired masked woman Viper"

"You're so bad at describing people, Yoru."

"The old man in the soldier's cap is called Brimstone"

"I'm glad (Y/N)"

You smiled at Brimstone and handed Jett back the notebook you signed.

"Reyna, the woman with her hair combed back"

"I'm glad sweetie"

"Astra, black woman with strange hair"

"How sweet you are, my flower! Your energy comes this far!"

The energy of Astra had impressed you too, many of them seemed like different and worthwhile people.

Yoru kept telling you all; "That crazy girl with bombs, Raze"

"(Y/N)! You're as good as Astra says. If you like to blow things up, you should hang out with Breach and me sometime!"

"The guy Raze's talking about is that mechanical arm, sweetheart."

"If you're strong enough to soften the Yoru then raze is right, you should hang with us!"

"Shut up Breach."

You laughed at them and answered Breach with the same energy "Then I'll definitely agree!"

"That one-eyed man Sova"

"I really like your voice Miss (Y/N), I hope you do better."

"Thank you very much, I'm glad you like my voice!"

"The woman with the long ponytail hair is called Sage."

"Nice to meet you (Y/N), I agree with Sova. If there was another trait in your voice and you asked me to guess it, I would definitely say you have a voice that heals people."

You were speechless at the nice things she said, and when she realized you were surprised, she smiled. "I'm sorry if I confused you."

"No, it doesn't matter. It was one of the nicest compliments I've ever received, thank you. You sound like poetry and it's really nice."

This time Sage was taken aback, happy that you understood what she was saying. They wouldn't take her seriously because many people at the base didn't understand what she was saying or thought it was ridiculous.

"Thank you (Y/N), you really are an artistic person."

"Okay okay, I'll continue with the others, excuse me Sage."

You turned to Yoru and looked at him with sad eyes. "Don't be rude please honey, we were just chatting."

When Yoru saw you looking like that, he panicked; "Okay okay, I just wanted you to talk to the others. Please don't take me seriously."

"Still, please don't be rude." You kissed Yoru's cheek and looked at the other 2 remaining people.

One was a nice woman in a plaited, camouflage-like outfit. The other is...it was weird. He didn't have a face, it was like a shadow form. You knew Yoru's business and it was inevitable that there would be such people. You weren't going to fear or judge her just because she looked like that.

"Skye, the woman in braids and dressed like there's going to be a war at any moment."

"Nice to meet you (Y/N), your music makes you feel like you've stepped into a rainforest."

"I'm glad I could make you feel that way."

"Finally, the faceless shadow is Omen."

Omen just stared at you for a while, studying your gaze towards him. He preferred to stay away a little, as he was someone who did not trust people easily. But there was no fear or disgust in your eyes, he could more or less understand that you wanted to know him. He looked at you in surprise as you smiled and extended your hand to him; "Nice to meet you Omen, I hope you enjoyed my music and made you feel something."

Your smile widened as he slowly extended his hand to you, you squeezed Omen's hand away from him. "Your music makes me feel emotions that I had before and couldn't feel (Y/N)."

"I thought at least one of you would not like it, I'm really honored."

Yoru put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to him and kissed your lips "I would call them all stupid if they didn't like their music, I think they are all stupid but whatever."

"Shut up, it's a miracle that she even loves you!"

You laughed at what Jett said, you loved them all in different ways even though they messed with each other.

After all, the world would be so boring if everyone had a copy.

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Soul ties - Part 8 (Bucky Barnes au)

“No, I don't wanna know, Where you been or where you're goin'

But I know I won't be home, And you'll be on your own”

Maniac by Michael Sembello was blasting from Wanda's room as she was going through her closet,  looking for something you could wear at the party. You were tapping your feet to the beat and shaking your head softly.

"This is perfect," Wanda said as she handed  you  jean shorts and a T-shirt. Finding something in your style had been hard, but the outfit turned out really cute on you. "And before you ask, I still have your plaid shirt if you want to wear that."

Your sister knew you too well ; or maybe it was just her ability to read minds. You were pretty sure it was a mix of both. You looked at your watch : five in the afternoon were already passed and you knew Nat was supposed to arrive soon, so you went to the kitchen after changing. Actually, she was already there.

"Nat!"

"Happy birthday, girl! How do you feel about hitting thirty, huh?"

"Surprisingly good, to be honest," you answered as you hug her tight. "I'm glad you came by."

"Me too. Steve told me pretty interesting news about some guy." She wiggled her brows, making you raise yours.

"Not that interesting. Yes, he is my supposed soulmate, but I got married last week, not matter how that's turning out."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't be there, by the way. However, if I trust Steve's words..."

"Don't? Please." You smiled, making her laugh. You really must've sounded desperate, or in denial –  or, once again, both.

"Fine. But I can't promise I'll hold back my thoughts."

"I know you won't," you joked. "Anyway, is the cake already here?" You asked Sam.

"No, Bucky's not back yet."

"Oh, alright. I thought since he left early..."

"He had stuff to do, apparently." He shrugged, showing he didn't know any more than you did. A smirk appeared on his face. "Miss him already?"

"Ugh, I hate you all."

"No, you don't!"

Everyone around you laughed and, frankly, you couldn't hold it in either. These people always had a way of making you forget about your problems, and Darren hadn't crossed your mind until now.  Hours went by and more people arrived at the compound. It wasn't supposed to be a big party, but Tony was obviously unable to resist to Peter Parker asking if he could tag along. This kid loved being around here, maybe as much as you did. Once eight hours rang, almost everyone was there, except for Bucky. You were sure he'd eventually show up, even though you  couldn't help but feel a little anxious while everyone shared champagne bottles.

"Alright, close your eyes," Sam said, dragging you out of your thoughts. He put his hands on your eyes as you giggled softly.

"What is it now, you asked?"

"Patience, lady."

You couldn't see  anything – obviously – but you soon heard voices around you singing you a happy birthday. When Sam removed his hands, your eyes took some time to adjust to the sparkling candles on the big birthday cake. More importantly, it took you a second to recognise the man carrying it. Where had his hair gone?

"Your hair," you whispered once he was close enough.

He shrugged. "C'mon, the candles will melt if you don't blow them out." His own smile quickly spread to your face as you blew out your thirty candles. Everyone applauded and Bucky started cutting it so that people could help themselves. Once seated next to him, you took a bite of your own piece and closed your eyes in delight.

"Raspberries. I love those."

"Yeah, Wanda said it was your favourite," he told you before eating a chunk of cake. "How do you like the party  so far?"

"I love it. Everyone I love is here, so I couldn't be happier, really." You didn't even think about what you were saying. Tony's champagne did that to you for sure.

"Everyone?"

"Of course, why do you ask?" You gave him a confused look  before it dawned on you. "Oh,  I know. Well if he's not here by now, I guess that means something."

"Well I'm not the one saying it. It's your night, anyway, so let's not talk about him and let you have fun." He gently poked your arm – you felt delighted, as it was him who'd  made the move this time. It felt as if he was becoming more comfortable around you : you'd noticed he'd been laughing with you a lot more frequently these last few days.

"So, why the new haircut?"

"I wanted some change. New me, old me, I guess." He took a sip of his beer.

"I like it. Can I have some?" You pointed at the bottle. He gladly handed it to you ; damn, this man did not know what one beer might do to you, especially after champagne.

Wanda spotted you from across the room and stopped walking towards you, interrupting her conversation with Scott Lang.

"I hope that's your first drink tonight," she said with a grin. "You don't want to expose your party demon now, do you?"

You chuckled at Bucky's scared eyes. "I'm taking this back," he said, taking his beer back and finishing it.

"Don't worry, Bucky. I'm fine. I'm just a little more outgoing when I drink, that is all."

A screeching sound made you turn your head : Steve had just plugged a microphone into the speakers.

"Alright, so, as you all know, tonight's Y/n's thirtieth birthday. For the occasion, I'm sure she'll gladly treat us to a speech now."

If looks could kill, Steve would've died on the spot, super soldier or not. You never had inspiration for that kind of stuff.

"C'mon guys,  she needs some encouragement," Sam chimed in.

Tony and Peter both whoo'ed  at you with huge smiles, and you had no other choice than going on that improvised stage which consisted of the space between the speakers. You took the microphone from Steve's hand and Nat handed you a beer.

"Oh my, thanks for that," you said, chuckling. "I want to thank you all for coming. You  might have known me for a while, or not, but hum...you guys are family. I couldn't be happier to celebrate thirty years on Earth with you." You raised your bottle in front of you. "To found family."

Everyone  drank to that, and you jumped as Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and started speaking in another mic.

"So many emotions there, I love to see it. Now we're not done with you. Remember that night in Brooklyn?"

"Oh no."

"Oh, yeah... we're  gonna do it. And you're gonna love it, don't you dare say otherwise."

You stared at Sam before downing your drink. He was damn right.

"Okay Scott, fire away!"

"Toniiight,  I'm gonna have myself a real good time..." Sam started singing this fabulous bop as the music soared in the air. You obviously joined him right away.

"I'm burning through the skyyyyy, yeah." You probably were not singing right, but you couldn't have cared less. Everyone around  you was singing – more like yelling – along and you finally let go of your last inhibitions.  You were singing and dancing,  pretending you were the international rock star giving a representation. For once, you saw a wide smile on Bucky's face that couldn't seem to go away, and you decided to have fun with him a little. You pointed at him and smiled as you basically jumped to the beat.

"I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh,  oh exploooode!"

He couldn't help but laugh and he even started tapping his feet to the beat as well. You went back to Sam and you ended the song back to back, definitely yelling more than you were actually singing.

"See, I told you you'd love it!" he exclaimed.

You laughed out loud before handing the mic to Scott. "You have fun now, I gotta rest for a sec."

You happily got back to Wanda and Bucky as Scott and Sam were joined by Peter to keep this improvised karaoke going. Your sister was less than surprised, since this wasn't the first party she had with you. Bucky, on the other hand...

"I didn't know you could do that," he said with a grin.

"What, absolutely slay the day with a mic in my hand? Hell yeah I can, only after some drinks though."

"Yeah, I don't know if your cheeks are this red from drinks, dancing or just regular blush."

You chuckled at his laugh, even placing your hand on his shoulder while doing so. When your eyes were done squinting from all the laughs, you froze.

"Darren, I-"

"That science guy let me in."

Bruce shot you a sorry look, raising his hands in the air. "He wouldn't let me ask you for your opinion first anyway."

Damn, you hadn't realised how much everyone disliked your husband. After all, no one had ever been rude to his face, unlike his friends. Bucky turned around to face him and crossed his arms over his chest : his smile was long gone now, as if it had been only a fever dream.

"You put on quite a show there."

"Wow, so not even a 'happy birthday', huh?" You didn't even look down this time : you stared at him, no trace of a smile on your lips. "When I said you could come if you wanted to, I didn't say  that so you could come and be condescending."

"I'm not gonna wish you a happy birthday after I saw you hit on that guy in a fucking song!" he yelled, pointing at Bucky. Darren's anger was so unjustified that you would've laughed at him, hadn't you been remotely nice and equally angry at him.

Bucky didn't say a word as he slowly put Darren's hand down. You noticed he'd used his metal arm, even though you knew for a fact he was right handed and usually prioritised his dominant hand. That was quite passive-agressive ; you held back a smile.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?" Keeping your cool was not an option anymore, and you walked away from everyone. Contrary to Darren's belief, you didn't like 'putting on a show'.

"We're going home, now," he said firmly. "Your little crisis lasted long enough."

"My crisis? You've left me alone at home for days and now you expect me to come back? You're unbelievable, Darren. And you started pulling this shit before we were even engaged!"

"You never complained about this,  so why do it now?"

"Because I can't take it anymore! Is that so hard to believe? Is it hard to understand that I want to be treated the way I deserve?"

You ran a hand through your hair, looking at Darren in disbelief as the anger in his eyes just grew harder.

"You know what?" you continued. "If you have nothing better to say, I might as well just  go back to the people who really love me. As far as I'm concerned, this" — you gestured at the both of  you – "is over."

You turned around, feeling a huge confidence boost that still wasn't strong enough to overcome your disappointment.

"What's that on your back?" His voice was so low compared to seconds earlier that you looked back at him.

"What?"

He walked up to you fast, but too slowly not to be noticed by Steve and Bucky, who'd been watching the scene carefully. Despite their obvious strength, they couldn't get to you before Darren violently lifted the back of your t-shirt, scratching  your back with his nail at the same time. You let out a cry and next thing you knew, Darren was pinned against the wall, held back by Bucky's arm.

"You lied," he whispered. "You do have a tattoo."

Damn. You had always been careful to wear high waisted jeans. All it took was one careless pair of shorts. You had no answer to give to him, so Darren looked at Bucky instead.

"It's you. Right? I fucking knew it." He looked back at you. "I should've known you weren't to be trusted around other guys. You're such a-"

"I think you should leave." Steve had laid his hand on his friend's shoulder to try and calm him down. Bucky let go of your husband and shot you a side glance to check on you. You were crossing your arms on your chest and your eyes had never been more interested in the floor.

"Steve's right," you uttered. "You should go." You  walked away with these words. You hadn't even noticed there was no longer any music playing in the room. Silence was oppressing and everyone seeing you cry was not an option. You walked to your room in daze. Once you felt the door closing behind you, you allowed yourself to break down. It was a knock on the door that made you tilt your head up a few minutes later.

--- You have no idea how excited I am for part 9!!! If I wasn't strictly following my self-imposed rule of having two unpublished chapters at all times, I would post it right away. x) I hope you liked this one!! Feel free to give me any notes you may have : I improve thanks to readers.

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baby don’t like it - q.kn

pairing: royal au duke!kun x princess!reader ft my best girl, Irene of Red Velvet

genre: angst, much muuuch stronger than the last one

warnings: mentions of violence, cheating, cussing, alcohol consumption (again, nothing too explicit, just giving you a bit of a heads up.

word count: 3171

Prompts:

“Keep the change, ya filthy animal.” - Home Alone (weird choice, I know)

“Baby, whether rain or shine, naughty or nice. I'm by your side.” - Ariana Grande (Not Just On Christmas)

ps: did I just write another angst for another Christmas special?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Baby Don’t Like It is a part of my Walking in a Winter Wonderland Collab with @suh-insane​ and @neocitybynight​. Once again, this is one of my first collabs and I am thankful for the approachable anons that let me join this event.

You can check the Walking In A Winter Wonderland event and the works of my fellow NCT writers over here!

networks: @nctcreations​ @kdiarynet @kpopscape

Men.

You’ve always hated them.

You’ve hated how your father treated your mother. You’ve hated how you’re treated all your life just because you’re not born as a man. You've always hated how they controlled every single decision in your life. You've hated how you're forced to marry someone you don't love for "the sake of our people".

But out of all the men that you hated; it was the one right in front of you.

As your assistants helped you get dressed, your husband was just sitting there on his phone, looking all nice and fine and smiling from ear to ear. He looked divine, suit garbed in black and red, making him look almost ethereal. Strands of his dark hair falls into his forehead, framing his perfect face even more. At the same time, he decided to wear his circular glasses, something that he did if he didn’t want to use his contact lenses.

Overall, his outfit made him look like one of those princes from those fairytale books that you had as a kid.

You can't help but roll your eyes, but you can't say whether it's from your assistants eyeing Kun or that he just HAD to be there to see you get dressed. After hours of getting ready, they placed a heavy tiara on your head as a finishing touch.

You stood up from your seat and twirled, making sure that everything looked perfect. You walked towards Kun and did a little wave to get his attention away from his phone. It didn’t work, so you walked closer to the couch and tapped his leg. This time, he shot up a look in your direction, still smiling.

“Oh hey. You good to go?”

You nodded as an answer. The two of you then made your way into your car, him being the driver. The car ride was eerily quiet. None can be heard except for other vehicles passing by and funky Christmas songs blasting from people outside. Well, there isn’t that much to talk about. You’ve spent every hour with each other that you feel like there’s more to share.

This is probably the reason why he suggested the event in the first place. Social events aren't really your thing, but at least it’s better than to stay at home and celebrate Christmas in silence. Or worse, spend it at your parents' mansion.

“Hey baby, cheer up a little.”

He was the first one to break the silence.

“Thank you for coming with me to the event. It means a lot to me.”

His voice was soft, just like it had always been whenever he’s talking to you. He moves closer from the other side of the and took your hand, squeezing it tightly. You never said anything. You just smiled at him in return, not really knowing what to say. It stayed that way until you reached the venue.

It was already a bit late at night and the whole city glistened from the twinkling lights that adorned it. The snow slowly falling down made your entrance to the party even more magical.

The car door has opened and cameras started flashing left and right. Dozens of paparazzi surrounded the area while the guards tried their best to keep them out. Kun made a point to wave to everyone, a move that everyone loved. You tried to force a smile as he wrapped his arms around your hips, feeling the silky fabric of the dress that you’re wearing.

Everyone greeted him, of course. His cheery self was acknowledged by everyone around him. Meanwhile, you just politely bowed at everyone else, forcing an awkward smile whenever someone tried to make interactions. They were probably bummed up that YOU had to go with, though. After all, Kun was the life of the party. The darling of the crowd. The Diana to your Charles.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our honorable guests for tonight. The main benefactor of Little Angels’ Children Hospital and the people behind this lovely event, Duke Kun and Her Highness Princess Y/N of the Northernshore.”

The crowd applauded as you made your way into the grand halls and took your place in the seat designated for the both you. It was a table that was isolated from everyone else, so the two of you are just stuck together. Sitting there was uncomfortable to say the least. You knew he wanted to mingle with people, but being the introvert that you are, he can’t leave you alone.

The program proceeded as usual. The children from the hospital sang some carols which touched everyone’s hearts. One of the cute little girls gave you a small figurine that she made. You gave her a warm hug before letting her join the other children on the stage. Kun, on the other hand, was trying his best to focus on the gala.

“Is something wrong?”

“No. Not at all.” He chuckled awkwardly, sneaking peeking on his phone from time to time. You didn’t pay him that much attention and shifted your focus back to the kids. The host announced that dinner will be served soon and the program will resume right after. You felt the need to go to the bathroom and so you tugged on his jacket to get his attention. Some Christmas carol was playing overhead and so he leaned down to hear what you had to say.

“Excuse me for a second. I need to powder my nose.”

You shyly whispered in his ear. He again flashes a sweet smile before nodding. Other people are so standing up from their seats, taking this opportunity to mingle with other people while dinner is being prepared. The guards offered to go with you but you declined and insisted that they stayed with Kun. From far away, you can see a bunch of people enthusiastically going to his direction. You just sighed as you walked across the crowd of people with your head down.

As you’ve finally reached the bathroom, the first thing you did was lock the stall and breathe. You rested your head at the door for a few seconds before finally doing your business. You’ve heard some people entered the bathroom. Your ears perked up to listen at their conversation. To your relief, none of them talked about you. They didn’t take long inside, probably just touched up, and left the bathroom.

Making sure that no one is inside, you opened the door and proceeded to look at yourself in the mirror. You weren’t that bad. Your red silky dress complimented your body and skin well. There are strands of your hair cascading from your messy bun, but that just added to your look. You look fine. It’s just that in everything that you say and do, everything pales in comparison to your husband. Opening the sink, you washed your hands and tried to snap out of Grinch mode. After all, it’s almost Christmas. You should be having fun.

///

After leaving the bathroom, this time with a much jollier attitude, you saw Kun sitting in the same table. This time, he was with a woman. A woman that you knew pretty well.

Minji used to be your bestfriend during highschool. She was the only one kind enough to talk to you and actually get to know you as a person. Unfortunately, things changed just as soon as you reached college. Kun was a junior at that time and he became the guide that toured the freshmen throughout the university. Minji has been whipped ever since and Kun returned the favor.

Her family aren’t a part of the royals, which meant they can’t be together. A fact that had always pained you whenever you think about it. A part of you still felt guilty upon breaking the former couple apart. You never had the guts to faced Minji and so you made your way towards the open bar. Maybe some drinks will help you clear your head.

Trying to hide from other people and the guards, you picked a seat just right at the farthest corner of the open bar. You sat at one of the counters and ordered whatever drink that can get you drunk the fastest. You downed the drink fast, not even minding the harsh taste that it leaves as soon as it hits your tastebuds.

A voice suddenly interrupted your drinking session. You tried to hide your face to avoid being recognized, but the woman still sat down right next to you.

“A princess shouldn’t be drinking like that.”

“Excuse me?”

You finally turned around, casually flashing a playful smile at you. Your eyes grew wider at the sudden realization of who she is.

“Irene! It’s been ages!”

You almost spilled your drink to the floor as you stood up to hug one of your old college pals.

“It’s been forever, and yet you still act like a royal novice.”

The lass never changed. She was still her snobby self, a trait that you used to hate before you came to realize that that’s just her quirk.

The two of you are almost squealing before finally letting go of each other. You sat back down excitedly before pouring yourself another drink.

“Okay. Why are you here?”

“Remember Suho? The doctor? Well, he’s thinking doing business with the hospital. He’s making it some sort of an extension.”

"I still couldn’t believe that you got married." You said while chuckling. The old Irene had always had this intimidating aura to her that no boy ever dared to talk to her. It’s something that the two of you had in common.

"I could say the same about you."

Irene snickered as she motioned the bartender to bring more drinks for the two of you.  She casually grabbed her wine glass, being the classy lady that she is, and took a bit of a sip at her sparkling champagne, eyeing you shadily like there’s something she’s trying to tell you.

“I see that your husband is having fun without you.”

You just sighed as a response.

“Royals are for royals, Y/N. Minji isn’t born with a title.That is not your fault. Keep your head high for fuck’s sake. You’re THE Princess.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, preparing to talk her down to filth. However, her phone lit up from a phone call that she's receiving.

"I'm gonna have to leave you for a sec. It's Suhyun's babysitter."

She gave an apologetic smile before grabbing her purse from the counter and finishing the last of her drink.

"I’ll be back in a moment.”

She tossed a wink at your direction before you’re left alone in the bar once again. You started drinking once again when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Thinking it was Irene, you turned around and was about to talk smack to her. Instead, it was your husband. He grabbed you by your wrist and took you to an empty storage room nearby.

“The guards have been looking for you everywhere.”

His voice was low, but you can tell that he’s incredibly pissed.

"I just needed a drink to lighten myself up. Figured you need some time to hang out with your colleagues without your boring wife tagging along."

“You’re glad that I found you first. What would the media say if they saw the princess drinking like she’s in a college frat party?”

You just rolled your eyes at him and tried to free your hand from his tightening grip.

“I want to go home.”

“You are not going home in the middle of the event!”

You scoffed.

“Yes, I can. I’m the Princess. Just tell them I feel sick or something.”

You finally managed to escape his grasp and you walked out of the storage room by yourself and walked back into the. Sure enough, you used your acting lessons to feign an illness. The guards took charge immediately and escorted you back to the car. It caused a bit of a scene, so it didn’t take long before Irene found you. She whispered something in your ear and you just nodded.

“Change of plans boys. I’m going to we’re going to the hospital.”

///

"Wakey-wakey…”

Kun felt a sudden surge of pain running through his body. His vision was blurry, pupil still adjusting to the light blaring through his face. Despite this, he can definitely see one thing. It was a silhouette of a woman.

"Ugh… Who are you?"

Moans and groans escaped his busted lips, the taste of metal fills his mouth. Not only was his mouth filled with his own blood, he was struggling to talk because of the dryness in his throat. He tried to move but his body felt sore. His arms and feet were tied up to this chair, making it impossible for him to get up.

The last thing that he remembered is that he is on a car ride somewhere, until his own guards pointed their guns at him.

The woman just laughed as a response. She walked towards him, dragging something heavy behind her. The screeching sound coming from the friction of the floor and metal stings in his ear.

Suddenly, he felt a hand run up to his shoulder into his neck making all of the hair in his body stand up. He had never felt more scared in his life. He felt her face lean over and whispered something to his ear.

"You know very well who I am Kun."

"Irene…"

The woman laughed once again. It sounded darker and more maniacal than earlier.

"I'm glad you remembered you my name after all these years. However, I'm afraid I’d have to cut this reunion short."

Just as she stood up, another silhouette appeared from the dark. The tapping of the back of her heels filled echoed across the hospital room, completely stealing your attention from Irene.

This time, he's certain about who it is.

"When you said that you'll make my problems disappear, this isn't what I had in mind."

You took the coat off of your body, letting in fall to the floor. He was about to beg you to release him, but he noticed something.

You had that dangerous look in you. Your blank cold stare even scarier than Irene's. The typical shy demeanor was dropped and instead replaced by those of predator. Someone that wants to eat him alive and make him disappear in the face of the Earth.

"I had a little fun with him already, if you don't mind.”

Irene walked towards your direction, smiling from ear to ear seeing her old friend back like this.

“I’m afraid I have to leave you here darling. Suhyun and her father is probably looking for mommy right now. Call me when you need me.” She gave you a delicate peck on your cheek before walking away from the room.

Now, the two of you are left alone. Silence once again peeks in as the two of you just stared at each other. Even up until now, that never changed.

This time, you’re the first one to speak up.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re in this situation.”

You took one of the seats and dragged it just a few meters in front of him. You sat down, leaned back while your arms and legs are crossed.

“I know about the affair between you and Minji.”

“Baby, please. It’s nothing...”

He used his sweet voice again, but to you it sounded more like teeth-rotting sugar. That sickly sweet taste that made you want to gag.

“Oh, stop the bullshit. I know about ALL of the affairs.”

You finally stood up from your seat and held your right hand up in the air.

“Let’s see. There’s Rosie, Jessica, Heather…” You spouted more names, taking down a finger every time you mentioned one. Kun is now looking even more uncomfortable. This time, it was his turn to look down, hiding the guilt-ridden expression of his face. Your finger touched his chin, tipping his face up in your direction.

“Wanna know how I knew?”

You poked your tongue in your cheeks and rolled your eyes before giving him one hard slap on his cheek.

“It’s because of those damn glasses! I can see every lewd picture that they send you, asshole!”

You look down at his direction and you saw tears running down from his face. He was trying his best not to sob because his own mouth betrayed him.

“What, baby? you don’t like being slapped in the face? Isn’t that what you wanted Minji to do to you whenever you’re fucking at the manor when I’m at business trips?”

The last sentence made you choke on your words. The combination of seeing Kun crying and the recollection of memories made you a bit soft. Your legs shook, making you kneel down on the ground and sob like a little girl when someone had taken her toys away from her.

“Why did it have to be Minji?”

“I-I’m sorry Y/N. Please… Let me fix this.”

You wiped you tears away just as you dropped this bombshell.

“Why did it have to be her? My first love?”

Picking yourself from the floor, you went back to where your discarded coat is. You wiped your tears out with the sleeves of the coat while you rummaged through its pockets.

“I can’t stand it. Even when you married me, she ‘s still stupidly in love with you.”

“W-wait… What do you mean?”

“Minji used to be my pretty little angel. You just had to turn her into your slutty mistress, don’t you?”

You felt something hard on your right pocket. It was the gun that Irene left you earlier at the party. Right beside it was your phone, blowing up with notifications of people greeting you a Merry Christmas as the clock just turned 12:00 a few minutes ago.

“It’s a sad thing that this will be our last Christmas together.”

You said once again, finally calmed down from the tears that you have just shed a few moments ago. Kun was now shouting at his seat, finally aware of what you’re about to do.

“You are not gonna get away with this!”

“Oh. But I will…”

You smirked at him once again.

“If I killed you right now, Irene and his men would take care of your body and discard it without anyone noticing. They do it all the time. If people suspect that I did something to you, I can just say that I went to the hospital to get treated. They have logs and cameras over here to back up my claims.”

You cocked the gun in your hands and started pointing it to his temples.

“..And as for you baby, text records show that you’re about to run away with Minji tonight. All of your other secrets will be exposed and people will finally see what you really are…”

You took a deep breathe before mustering up the courage to pull the trigger.

“Merry Christmas baby. I’m sure they’d appreciate charity events in hell.”

[v-hope]

Someone speaks badly about you on a show

—and they defend you, ofc.

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: I guess fluff for default, angst

Request by @ally22042000: "Hey, I saw that request for reactions are open. Can I have one with the boys ( just Yoongi and JK if all of them are to much), where they are at an award show or interview or something like that and someone talks disrespectfull about the reader? Thx so much💜 and have a nice day."

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind, I enjoyed writing these 💕 Also, you're an idol in a couple of them and in the rest you're not. I hope you like it!

Kim Seokjin

Your boyfriend absolutely lived for whenever he got asked to be an MC at award shows.

So, naturally, he was very hyped up once he was handed his lines and had to go up on stage with two other idols – one of them being his good friend of many years, and the other one being a new artist who had debuted last year.

It was simple. Read the cards. Just read the goddamn paper notes you had been given and that was it. But, apparently, the idol by his side was way too new to this whole thing, for instead of reading what he had been handed to, he fixed his eyes on Jin to his side.

"Thank God I got to be with the fun one of your relationship".

Seokjin's eyes went to lock with his out of instinct, having not really processed what had just happened yet.

"The fun one?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah" the idol nodded his head. "Y/N would've made this so boring".

Jin glanced for a brief second to his friend, as if to verify he had heard just the same and his mind wasn't making it up – his awkward expression itself doing that for him.

Nonetheless, as much as he wanted to snap at him, he decided to be the better one, maybe just because he knew he was still live and didn't want to make a scene right in front of everyone.

That didn't stop him from putting him in his place though.

"Then you clearly haven't had the pleasure to meet her and witness her high class humour" Jin spoke into the camera, later placing his eyes on his friend. "Don't you think, hyung-nim?"

"I have never laughed harder than with her, Seokjin-ssi" he replied immediately.

And then out of nowhere, Jin dug his hand in his pocket, throwing multiple heart shaped red papers that had everyone screaming in a second. "Love you, baby. Don't let anyone tell you you're not funny".

What's the saying? Kill 'em with kindness? Well, Seokjin had just slayed that poor guy's soul.

Min Yoongi

"Hey, it's BTS!" the MC greeted cheerfully once the seven guys came on the shot.

One by one, they went up to her to give her a quick hug before they took their place standing next to her.

Up until then, everything was fine, and maybe things would've remained that way if she had just said nothing after Yoongi hugged her. Instead, she laughed, catching him off guard.

"At least you are polite" she shook her head in amusement.

Yoongi pouted naturally because of his confusion. "Who of us hasn't been polite?"

"Oh, no. Not you" she shook her head one more time, only to clarify: "Your girlfriend".

"Y/N-ssi?" Hobi was the one to ask on his hyung's behalf, being just as puzzled as everyone else by that statement.

At the nod of confirmation coming from the MC, Yoongi brought the microphone up to his lips. "But you've never even met her, where'd you get that from?"

"The video of her not even looking at the paps taking pictures... when you were at the airport the other day".

Yoongi's hold on the mic tightened, suddenly becoming protective of you. "So just because she's a private person she's impolite?"

"She didn't even acknowledge your fans. Come on, that was just very–"

"She's not an idol" he cut her off. "She doesn't have to put up with all of this, especially when she's not comfortable with all the attention".

"She should've known this would happen when she decided to date you".

"Guys…" Namjoon tried to stop both of them from arguing any further, for they had apparently forgotten they were still live.

But Yoongi was already done, slightly shaking his head before he put an end to it for once and for all: "She's given up enough for me already, I'm not asking her to be all bubbly around paps or our fans when she clearly isn't comfortable with it. If that's impolite to you then go off, I guess, but I'm the one dating her and I know better".

On to the next topic now.

Jung Hoseok

"Hoseok!" the girl interviewing them read effusively on her phone.

They had been interviewed person by person that day, since a few influencers had gotten the chance to record short clips with BTS to upload to their social media. This one, so far, had been one of their favourites, for its dynamics consisted in nothing but the young woman going through her Twitter reading fan questions or just letting them know about cute comments they had made.

However, that was soon to change when she caught Hobi's attention, continuing: "I loved you in the concert last week, I got to meet Y/N and she was the cu– oh, irrelevant much?" she mumbled with a small, breathy laugh, before dismissing the topic and scrolling down in search of another tweet.

Hoseok's eyebrows knitted together. "Wha–"

"Oh, here's a good one" she smiled as if nothing had happened, as if she had not heard him; having the seven men exchange uncomfortable glances. "Jimin, you and your girlfriend are such couple goals, I can't w–"

"Um…" Hoseok cut her off, stealing a quick glance to Jimin, who looked just as out of it, before his eyes fell back on the girl's. "How come Jimin's girlfriend is worth talking of and mine isn't?"

"She's an idol" she answered as if it was evident.

His jaw tightened. "So people are only worthy when they're famous now?"

"Well, no..." she uselessly tried to fix it.

"Then I believe you should respect her enough not to call her irrelevant or skip comments at the mention of her".

"But there's nothing interesting about Y/N anyway, so…"

That was all Hobi needed to turn his head to look at his members before he shook his head in defeat. "We're done here, guys. I'm not listening to any more of this nonsense".

Neither were they, which is why they were all soon to follow your boyfriend out of there.

Kim Namjoon

"So, Namjoon-ah" the entertainer's eyes focused on him, "I watched a few pictures of you at your girlfriend's graduation the other day" he smiled. "You guys looked so cute!"

A big smile spread over Joon's lips, recalling the pride he had felt that day because of you, being the happiest to have been able to be there for you.

"Aw, thank you" he said truthfully, his dimples making their appearance. "I'm really proud of her".

"You are?" the man asked.

Now, there were two ways to say those words. One with a genuinely intrigued tone, and one that was looking to offend. In this case, given not only his tone but also the way his eyebrows had raised in impression, it had been clear to everyone present that his intention had been the latter.

"I am" he stated simply, hoping that would be as much as the host would say about the topic before he moved on to the next one.

It was not.

"Don't you ever wish you were with someone more successful though?"

Namjoon's jaw tightened visibly, his eyes turning colder. "What does that even mean?"

"I'm just saying, you're Kim Namjoon" the man shifted on his seat. "Worldwide known idol, producer, rapper… whereas she's just… ordinary".

The way he had said that last word made it seem like being like that was the worst of things, and Namjoon did not like it one bit.

"Her achievements are just as important as mine" he was fast to talk in your defence. "Just because she isn't a part of the idol industry doesn't mean her dreams and passions are any less worthy of recognition than mine".

That alone had the interviewer apologising in a second, realising then how bad he had messed up. Because, in all honesty, Namjoon couldn't really care any less about you being famous or not – he would always be proud of you and your achievements no matter what.

Park Jimin

"Ah, Park Jimin!" the host exclaimed after a picture of you had popped up on the screen in between them. "You really got lucky with this one, didn't you?"

That sure did bring a bright smile to his lips, for he absolutely lived for these moments, when people acknowledged how beautiful you were.

Nonetheless, that smile of his was soon erased when the same guy added: "You should control her more, though".

With that and a frown adorning your boyfriend's face, the picture previously displaying on the screen was gone and replaced with one of you in a night dress from two days ago instead.

"Control her more?" Jimin asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah" he nodded his head. "She has a boyfriend now, she can't go around looking that hot, it might get the wrong attention".

Now, Jimin himself hadn't really liked it when you went out dressed like that, but he was your boyfriend, so he did have some kind of right to feel a little jealous of other guys thirsting over his girlfriend when she was out alone with her friends, didn't he?

This guy, however? Neither what he said was appropriate on so many levels, nor did he have the right to talk about you and your outfit like that.

"I think you should think before you speak and induce people to have unhealthy relationships" your boyfriend spoke in a low, calm voice.

Controlling you? What kind of bullshit was that?

"Come on now, I was joking" the man brushed it off with a laugh, and a very nervous one at that.

"Were you really?" Jimin raised one of his eyebrows, not believing a word. "Even if you were" he went on before the guy could open his mouth to reply, "you should maybe reflect on yourself and, instead of telling me how to treat my girlfriend because of how provocative she looks, think of why you, a guy who's over his forties, thinks that way of someone who could easily be his daughter".

He had not been rude. He had not raised his voice. Yet he did somehow manage to look so fucking scary to the man in front.

Kim Taehyung

"Y/N?" the interviewer asked in disbelief, only to scoff after receiving a nod of confirmation from Tae. "Of course she'd end up with one of you guys".

Not only did Taehyung's eyebrows furrow in that moment, but so did everyone else's – his members exchanging dumbfounded looks as your boyfriend looked to the guy in front dead in the eye.

"One of us?"

"Mhm" the guy replied simply. "She always seems to be with whoever is the most famous at the moment, so..." he shrugged.

"She's only been with other two people?" Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows.

"Who just so happened to be the moment's sensation" he reminded him. "And now she's with you".

"You can't help who you fall for" your boyfriend's stare became colder by the second.

"She's just going to break things off with you as soon as your moment of fame passes".

That was it.

"Okay, no" his voice came out like pure venom. "If she broke up with them, it's merely because they were both complete assholes to her".

"Taehyung…" Namjoon discreetly squeezed his wrist from his side.

"No, hyung" he shook his head before fixing his enraged eyes back on the interviewer. "She's the sweetest person there is, it's not her fault us guys fall for her. And it's not her fault either to have dated guys who don't deserve her. She did well to dump them, and I know she won't leave me just because of my fame's status".

And then, as everyone in the room remained silent, being absolutely perplexed by such situation, he shook his head in disappointment once again at the sight of the guy's desperate attempt to come up with something else to say.

"You know" he beat him to it, "for such an overrated interviewer, you are so goddamn misinformed".

Good thing this would get bleeped out by the editors later, that if they ever wanted this to air at all.

Jeon Jeongguk

"It's been a while since we last were together, hasn't it?" the host spoke after they had all sat down on the sofa placed in front of her. "A lot has happened since then…" a cheeky grin curved up her lips when her eyes fell on Jeongguk, "like the maknae finally getting himself a girlfriend?"

A shy bunny smile didn't wait to part Guk's lips, meanwhile his six hyungs started being chaotic like they, by this point, always were.

"He did" Namjoon was the one to answer for him, fondly patting his shoulder.

"Well, congratulations! It was about time you got someone" the woman said with a smile. "Though I must admit I never thought I'd see you with someone like her".

Your boyfriend's previous smile was replaced by slightly parted lips. "Someone like her?"

"I mean" the woman tried to get her point across, "you've said multiple times that IU is your ideal type, and Y/N's just…" she scrunched her nose in a displeased manner, "she's not exactly…"

Oh, no. There was no way in hell Jeongguk was letting her finish that sentence; the idea itself making him mad. That was the reason his shy side was long gone, being replaced by his protective one instead, which had quickly taken over him.

"She's stunning" Guk spoke in a low, determined voice. "IU is just a celebrity crush. Y/N's the woman I am in love with" he established without hesitation. "I really don't understand why you're bringing this up".

Although taken aback by Jeongguk's sudden way with his words, not having expected such outburst coming from the quietest member when it came to interviews, the woman went on:

"I'm just sayin–"

"No" Guk cut her off, shaking his head hastily, "you have nothing to say about my preferences, you don't get a say on us".

End of conversation.

[nosferatyou]

Top Yourself (Jack White x Reader)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You’re the bassist for The Raconteurs opening band, over the tour you and Jack haven’t been on the best terms. At their next show the two push each other just a little too far.

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), cursing, dom-m. If you're under 18 please don't interact! Thank you!

Authors notes: Alright first smut, you guys. This took me wayyy too long to do but here it is. Honestly, I could've done worse. And sorry it isn't great for all the people here for my great content, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. Also, the amount of Jack White fics that are on here is sad, if I'm not wrong this is the only one. He’s hot as hell its surprising that there isn't more here.

Jack was weirdly quiet today, and to be honest it was freaking me out a little. Usually, he is nitpicking everything I do, onstage or off, if not that then he is always making conversation with someone on the bus. But today he is quietly sitting in his normal seat, with the same book he’s been trying to read throughout the whole tour, and sunglasses inside to top it all off. Which isn’t uncommon with jack and typically isn’t bad news, but today it radiated off different energy. He was cranky over god knows what and was trying to hide it, though his seemingly unending scowl was a dead giveaway. The perfect time to fuck with him as always.

“Hey sunglasses, it seems you didn’t get the memo.” I put my bass down and leaned back into the small couch. 

He didn’t look up or say anything, just let out a small huff of annoyance, so I continued.

“They used to say if you make a face for long enough it’ll stick. I never believed them, but with all the time you spend making that face I have to assume it’s stuck.”

HE huffed again, still not looking away from his book. “Fuck off, Y/N. Not right now.” 

I chuckled and quickly responded, “Ooh the town elder speaks. I thought us youngsters had to be respected by the elderly or was it the other way around?” 

I got up from my spot and sat across from him in the small booth across from the couch. When I sat down I read the title of the book, finally learning it after all this time. I chuckled again and said, “It seems that every dad reads World War 2 books any chance they get. It’s like they read it specifically for the moment when someone asks about some obscure happening. Or is the only way we can get into the great beyond is by knowing everything that ever happened during those few years, and only dads know the key.” 

I snatched the book out of his hand and blankly read over the pages, mainly just trying to get any reaction out of him I could.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled “Jesus christ, Its likes having a child on this bus 24/7.” 

I closed the book and stuck it next to me, and more importantly out of the reach of Jack. 

“You didn’t answer me. Is the second world war the only chance I’m getting into heaven or are you in the secret dad group for weird world war 2 facts?”

He ignored me, “Can you just make this easy today and give it back? I don’t feel like dealing with your childish antics.”

He stuck his hand out like I was just going to give it back. I’m too annoying to do that.

“First off you’re only 13 years my senior so how childish can I really be?” He just huffed and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms, keeping his cold presence.

“Secondly, I’ll make it easy since you seem so…” I waved my hand referencing his stoic frame 

“Crotchety.”

He didn’t budge, but I swear I saw his eyes roll. I was also not going to make this easy, obviously.

“Alright Ill bite what is it, Y/N?” 

I smiled and leaned into the table. Letting my already lowcut shirt fall even lower, very purposefully showing off my cleavage. We’d been teasing each other so much over this tour I had to fit as much as I could into the little time we had left. I saw his eyes flicker down to my chest.

“What were you going to say after that show in San Antonio the other night, and don’t lie we both know you know what I’m talking about.” 

I wasn’t even going to try and hide my smirk. I had no idea if he was going to actually answer, especially over some random ass history book. 

Over the past few months, we’d been teasing each other. Sure with thrown around insults and tiffs, but we both know we’ve been saying or doing stuff to make the other flustered. But the more we did it the less we hid it. Hell, the amount of times id “accidentally” backed into him while bent over backing up some gear was countless. Same goes with the number of times he’d practically backed me into a wall during our arguments, both of us fuming and almost eye level with each other, each time he gets so close I can practically feel his breath on my face.  Though we’d barely touched, excusing all the accidental run-ins the only time it was normal was the handshake we shared when wed met. Ever since that it’s been nonstop teasing. Back in Texas, we’d found ourselves bickering over I don’t even remember what after a show. I do remember him backing me into a wall. You know as usual. This time he was hopped up on adrenaline and his pupils were blown out. Our faces were practically touching, his heavy breath fanning across my face. He leaned in to whisper something in my ear, but before he could get it out one of his band members walked into the room. As fast as it happened he was gone and I was left hot and heavy, alone in the room. 

He seemed to wince when I asked the question like he was expecting it but still not ready for it. He kept his composure though, to the unblinking eye this all would’ve seemed normal.

“Come on, Old Timer. Judging by your face I know you know exactly what I’m talking about. Reveal your true intentions.” I teased, the smirk still plastered to my face.

He broke his stoic composure, a small smirk spreading across his face. 

“I don’t know how long I can take this bratty behavior anymore, Y/N”

I shifted in my seat, I definitely wasn’t expecting him to say that. 

“Aren’t brats supposed to be punished?” I questioned, crossing my legs under the table. “Accidentally” running my foot along his leg.

He quickly sucked in and leaned forward against the table.

“You’re testing your limits, girl.”

Our faces were mere inches apart. His once cold aura was now warm and confident. He knew he already had me pistol-whipped.

I reached my hand underneath the small table to find his leg, slowly running it up his thigh. His body froze under my contact but didn’t pull away from my touch. 

As I got closer to his groin his hand suddenly snapped to my chin, pulling my head up to face his, us even closer than before.

“That night, in San Antonio, I was going to finally take you up to my room. Do what I think we both want.” He let go of my chin and reached into his pocket, grabbing a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it up. 

“But after all this… bad behavior I think ill make you wait.” 

He took a drag, slowly exhaled, then looked me up and down without shame, taking in my frame. He glanced down to his watch then stared back at me, with his sunglasses I couldn’t really catch what he was feeling.

“You’ve got soundcheck in 30 don’t be late.” He said like it like we hadn’t had the conversation before. 

And with that, he was gone. Leaving me high and dry in my seat, alone. 

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Soundcheck went normal as always, the boys and I played, did some shameless day drinking and hung out backstage. I kept a lookout for jack throughout, but he never showed. I don’t know where he disappeared off to, but I wanted to get back at him for earlier. Leave him feeling as I did. I searched backstage for a couple of minutes, but he was nowhere to be found and If I didn’t start getting ready now Id be late. That gave me an even better idea though. If I couldn’t get close then I’d have to get a rise out of him from a distance. Over the tour, I’d noticed a certain outfit that he’d stick around for more. A denim jumpsuit that was more often than not fully unbuttoned and paired with some random bralette, by the end of the set the top half is haphazardly hanging off my hips. Can’t blame the bassist for wanting more movement. Jack’s patterns aren’t hard to track, plus every time I look backstage his eyes are glued to me. Tonights the perfect night to pull it out again. 

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I, of course, put on quite the show during our set, I had to make up for the fact that I was the bassist. People’s eyes always wander to the guitarist. I thrashed around for the majority of the set, messing with our singer when I could, and pulled my signature move. It was more helpful than it was for showmanship, but I’ve been tearing up my fingers on my right hand from playing so much. So throughout the set ill seductively stick my middle finger in my mouth and slowly pull it out and return to playing. It’s honestly a quick fix for some relief, but it pulls out some reactions from the crowd as well. This time when I did it I caught Jack’s eyes from the stage, this time he was sunglasses free and fully dressed for the show. Sporting his classic all-black ensemble, topping it off with a leather jacket. I threw him a smirk and returned to my playing, still feeling his eyes practically burn a hole through me. 

As planned id wriggled my way out of the top half of my jumpsuit, really egging it on, making a show out of it. I’m surprised management hasn’t said anything about it because it’s borderline stripping. I played as hard as I could that night, and Jack’s eyes on me only pushed me further. I’m known to be pretty high energy on stage, but I was going so hard I knocked over a mic stand or two. I about took out our singer when thrashing my bass around. Most of all I put on a subtle show for jack. Bending over in his direction, subtle looks being thrown his way, and of course, keeping Jack’s unblinking eye over my body as I strip my jumpsuit half off. I practically had him wrapped around my finger.

When we finally finished up our set I walked right past him, not even looking him in the eye, but a smirk couldn’t help but creep across my face. 

After some waiting around he finally went on, and wow. He was really putting on a show tonight. Jack always goes on with as much energy and gusto, that’s why there is a bit of time between the opener and the main band. He is backstage with a red bull or whiskey in hand, breaking whatever he can with a baseball bat. He wants a good show, and to do that he brings out whatever emotion he can out of him. Tonight he brought the whiskey bottle with him on stage so this should make for a good show. 

He made that stage his own, of course, the rest of the band killed it, but Jack was on another level. He played the shit of his guitar, throwing it around when he played, and all the while sneaking shots from the hidden whiskey. He slowed down for “Top Yourself” but he was practically buzzing with energy. He seemed more into the lyrics than he had any previous night, all of them dripping with passion. He seemed so loose and into the music that his focus was anywhere but the crowd. While he seemed so tapered to the ground his face read something of chaos. 

I was so lost in trying to read him that I hadn’t noticed that he was slyly looking my way. A smug grin appearing on his lips as he sang “How're gonna get that deep? When your daddy ain't around here to do it to you?” Leaving the mic stand to jump into an impromptu solo. 

After all, I teased during my set it only seems fair hed return the favor. I just didn’t expect it to have as much as an effect as it did. As I watched him play the realization set in. I couldn’t take much of this teasing anymore. Every night we parted ways without saying a word but left to revel in all we did that day. Tonight that’s going to change.

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After it the show we all sort of rushed out of the venue, while we usually hang out for a bit to avoid the crowd, Jack was adamant about just going to the hotel. He seemed… heated. He was oddly quiet, he’s usually talking to everyone about everything. When he did respond it was snappy and rude. Nobody could catch a break. Tonight is just continuing to get progressively weirder. 

As much as I wanted to go through with my plan I was honestly pretty nervous to go through with it, especially now that jack has gone into angry hermit mode. I stayed out of the way as best as I could, which for me isn’t normal, I try to butt myself into conversations as best I can. Jack can only have the spotlight for so long. 

When we got to the hotel I was the last off the bus and was doing my best to maneuver my bass off the bus, but in the process, I about took jack down in the process. As I was rounding the corner to exit the bus I checked behind me to make sure I didn’t leave anything. Jack had stopped in front of the stairs suddenly and I knocked my bass into his back when I walked down the steps. 

“Fuck! Y/N, I swear to god haven’t you done enough tonight?” He exclaimed. 

I rushed off the bus to jack, being careful of my bass this time and set it on the ground. “Oh shit! Jack, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! Are you okay?”

“You should be sorry.” He mumbled.

He seemed visibly annoyed, he didn’t seem in any pain, but his already irritated look had deepened. Which oddly sparked something in me. I know I had just rammed my bass into him, but when jacks been unforgiving all night I can’t hold back.

“Jesus whats crawled so far up your ass tonight that you cant have a sliver of kindness, huh?” I spat. My meekness suddenly taking a 180. I stood up straighter in front of him, my eyes burning when they met his. 

He seemed taken aback by my sudden reaction, but it didn’t take him long to spit fire right back. “You slam your bass into my back and you get mad at me? Stop acting like a child Y/N!” 

“Maybe you’re just used to everyone kissing your ass cause you’re “Jack White,” but I’m sick of your fucking attitude. Especially tonight.” His looming figure towered over me, he stared down at me with an unreadable intensity. I held my ground. 

He took a step towards me, causing me to step back, my back running into the bus.  He calmly puts his hand behind my head, leaning against the bus and closer to me. My breathing became heavy, I stared down at the ground, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Stop. Acting. Like a. Brat.” He spat, leaning his face closer to mine. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. The smell of cigarettes lingered around him wherever he went.

I didn’t answer, I was so caught off guard I could barely react, but he didn’t give me much time to respond. He gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him, his eyes were lustful and his pupils blown. His breathing was ragged and hard, matching my own.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, girl.” His behavior tonight started to make more sense when I thought overall our interactions. A smirk formed on my lips and I came to my senses. His hand found his side when I finally answered.

“ Aw, you’re all frustrated because you were left horny all afternoon arent you? And now you’ve finally found a reason to make a move. Can jacky not handle it?” I was starting to feel fearless. I knew exactly what pushing his buttons would lead to. 

He pushed in closer to me, he was frustratingly close to touching me, yet he was just far enough.

“I think.” His face drifted closer, and his nose just barely touched my cheek, his breath fanning across my face. “You thought you were being cute with all your teasing, and that just won’t do. Won’t it darling?” He whispered against my skin. His left hand found my hip, tightly squeezing it. 

A small whimper left my mouth and my eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the sudden grasp. 

“I think you were being a fucking brat who should be put in their place.” 

Adrenaline pumped through my whole body as his face drifted closer to my neck. He moved painfully slow, his mouth ghosting across my skin. He was so close I could practically feel his lips curl into a smile. We both knew the moment you had any contact there would be no turning back, nothing would be the same. Both of us were holding our breath in anticipation.

Finally, he slowly pressed a kiss to my neck, almost as if to test the waters. Suddenly he sank his teeth in and sucked at my neck, a moan instantly leaving my mouth. It quickly turned into a crescendo of breathy moans and rough kisses down my neck. I was just falling into a rhythm until he suddenly pulled away to meet my eyes, both of us panting hard. 

“Why don’t we go up to your room so you can put me in your place?” I daringly asked him, the same come hither stare in your eyes that I had this afternoon.

Both of us grew more and more desperate as we made the trek to his room. We couldn’t seem to look at each other in the elevator, but I was practically buzzing in my spot. Ready for the moment when we do finally make it to his room. Ready for the anticipation to dissipate. 

The moment the door closed his lips were on mine, feverishly kissing me. He wasn’t delicate those few moments before, but he wasn’t rough, that quickly changed. He pinned me against the door and grabbed my chin, forcing my head upwards so he could expose my neck again. He left hot, opened mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck, before sinking his teeth in and sucking again. His sudden roughness brought a moan from my lips. 

The adrenaline kicking in, I pushed him off you and wrapped my arms around his neck. Passionately kissing him while leading him back to the bed. My heart was pounding over the sudden switch of control, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. 

He pulled away from the kiss and intertwined his hand with my own, a small smile on his lips. “You’re all talk, darling. Let me make you feel good.” 

He led me to the bed and slowly pulled my shirt off of you, his once ragged look was now sultry. His long curly hair was wild and his pupils were blown, but he was so calm it made him even more dominating.

I made my way off the bed onto my knees in front of him, the same playful smirk as before crossing my face. I reached for his zipper, unzipping it painfully slowly, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. My hands rested on his thighs for a moment, he nodded as if to say it was okay to proceed. 

I pulled down his pants just enough, leaving him just in his boxers. Looking forward, the nerves finally hit me the moment I saw him, but I didn’t let that stop me. I pulled them down revealing his cock, already painfully hard and swollen. I gave his face one last look to make sure and he nodded again. Slowly, I licked up his member until reaching the head, sinking my lips onto the tip. 

His head fell back and a sigh escaped his lips, “Mm good girl.” His hand entwining itself in my hair, resting it there.

I sank my mouth down on the rest of his cock and ever so slowly working back up, my tongue dragging along the protruding vein. Carefully, I sucked on the tip, my tongue circling around it as well. Finding a good rhythm then repeating. Getting more into it, I found a slow rhythm. Still, I just barely sped up and teased him as much as I could. I wanted to make him squirm underneath me.

I suddenly took in as much of him as I could, catching him off guard, a louder groan escaping his lips. His hand in my hair tightened its grasp, directing my head to go faster.

 My hand grabbed the base of his cock and followed upwards with my mouth, twisting my hand slowly, I could feel his cock twitch in my hand. I got faster and faster until I had your rhythm down. He moaned in response and so did I. 

“Oh fuck, darling. That’s it.” Jack groaned when I sped up even more. I felt myself grow wet at his words. 

Slowing once again, I  ran my tongue from the base to the head, smiling when I looked up at him. His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving up and down. He pulled me up from the ground and pushed me back on the bed, my breathing now just as heavy as his. 

“Take them off and scoot back for me, darling.” He asked me before quickly stripping himself of his clothes. 

As quickly as I could, I pulled off my pants, bra, and panties. Discarding them on the floor below. As I scooted back to the headboard I finally got to really take in his naked form. His arms were the first thing I focused on, the muscle was always prominent from years of playing, but unclothed they were even better. His frame wasn’t thin, but he had a simple dad bod and it was definitely working for him. Along with me he quickly threw his clothes to the floor and went to join me on the bed. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He said slowly running his hands up my bare legs, stopping at my mid-thigh. The way he handled me made shivers run up my spine in anticipation. 

I gave him a sultry look and spread my legs, all there for him to see. Jack was laying in between them, his hands softly running up and down my calves, then up to my inner thighs finally. I wanted to hide the fact that I was quickly falling apart at his fingertips, but it was getting harder and harder.

He carefully dipped his head close to my heat, staring into my eyes. My heart was beating so fast I could barely hear him ask “Fuck, darling. You’re practically dripping. Is this all for me?”

All I could muster was a quick head nod, too focused on the man whose face was dangerously close to my pussy.

He ran a finger from my heat to my clit, rubbing frustrating slow circles, a smirk playing on his lips. The sudden contact from the alabaster man brought a quiet moan from my lips, doing my best to hold it together.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, baby.” He growled, his face now hovering even closer. 

His rhythm ever so slightly speeding up, I moaned out “Y-Yes. “

“Yes, what?” He playfully asked, Now speeding up even more. He practically had me wrapped around his finger.

“Fuckkk. Yes, Sir.” I said breathlessly.

“That’s my, good girl.” He said quickly, before wrapping his hands around my thighs and started sucking my clit. A shamelessly loud moan left my mouth the moment he made contact with my heat. His tongue lapping at me and his hands tightly gripping my thighs were enough to send me over the edge.

My hand flew to his hair, moving it out of his face and gripping tightly. His eyes met mine and I about unraveled at the sight of him, a soft moan leaving my lips. That only egged him on, I felt his right hand leave my thigh, shortly after one of his fingers slowly entered my heat. Leaving me seeing stars.

“Oh, Jesus Christ- !” I moaned out.

His lips sucked on my clit as his digit slowly pumped in and out of me. It all turned into a fast crescendo of moans from both us, I was squirming under his touch. His moans only made me feel even better, feeling the vibrations with the already intense pleasure. 

“Fuck, Jack. Please.” I said breathlessly. I needed more but was ashamed to admit it.

He suddenly stopped and brought his head up, his chin slick with my juices. “What is it, baby? You want something you have to ask for it nicely.’

Teasing me, he rubbed his finger through my slick folds. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in so quickly, but fuck. I wanted him so badly, and his teasing wasn’t helping anything. He cocked an eyebrow and pulled his hand away completely, forcing a whine out of me from the lack of contact. 

“What’d I say? Use your words, darling.” He teased with that stupid smirk coming back to his face. 

I couldn’t take it anymore, “Just- Just fuck me please. I don't think I can take it anymore.” I whined, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

“That wasn’t too hard now was it?” He teased. He climbed on top of me, quickly wiping his messy chin with of his hand. Sliding a hand from my hip up to my breast playing with my nipple, making me let out a soft whimper and buck against him. 

He hastily dove in, kissing me without any hesitation, still playing with my breast. His tongue slid inside my mouth instantly and I definitely didn’t mind. I ran my hands from his chest to his neck, desperately touching him anywhere I could. Finally threading them in his long curly hair, wanting to keep him as close as possible. 

This was different than our previous kisses, they were quick and careless. He took his time with me, his hand now cradling my face, his thumbs lightly swiping across my cheek. It was the sweetest moment we’d had with each other. 

“Mm, Darling I’ve thought about this since we’ve met.” He pulled away for a moment to look at my face, his fingers tangled themselves in my messy hair. A small but noticeable smile on his face. “You ready, baby?” He asked, reaching down and slowly dragging his cock through my slick folds.

I looked back up at him and quickly nodded my head. “Jack please, I want you so bad. Please.” His teasing made me squirm beneath him. 

He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before saying, “Been such a good girl for me, spread your legs baby. Let me give you what you deserve.” 

Before I knew it he was painfully slowly edging his way inside of me before bottoming out. The both of us letting out a low groan at the feeling. His hand wandered down to my breast, slowly massaging before I spread your legs more, trying to take him in as much as possible. 

He sucked in a quick breath of air and mumbled “Fuck, baby you’re so tight. You ready for me to move?”

His head hung down, his breathing still slower, but each breath made his chest heave. He was being so incredibly soft and sweet tonight, but I needed more than that. Pulling him down by the forearm I hastily kissed him. “Jack, please. Don’t hold back.”

He didn’t need much convincing and quickly slammed into me. A slew of curses quickly came from my mouth, my fingers gripped tighter in his hair. His head rested in the crook of my neck, leaving messy kisses all over, as his hips drove into me harder and harder. Thank god the headboard was attached to the wall or else the neighbors would’ve had something to complain about. 

“Baby you’re taking my cock so well, such a good girl.” He praised, practically moaning through his words. 

He leaned up and made space for his hand between the two of us, touching me as he pounded into you. All of the pleasure at once made me see stars, it felt as if the air had left my lungs for a moment. It was almost too much to handle. 

I raked my nails down his chest, easing the intensity of his pleasure. Soft groans had turned into load moans leaving my mouth. He wasn’t shy about being vocal either, not afraid to loudly moan next to my ear. It only turned me on more, I could feel my own wetness coat my thighs and his groin. 

I was already starting to get close, everything about him was just making the experience even better. His wild hair sticking out every which way, the feeling of his hand gripping my collarbone, the soft feeling of his nose brushing against my own. I think he was starting to get close as well. He looked up at me and his once pale complexion was now pink and flushed, glistening with sweat. 

Our rhythm together was starting to get faster and faster, each thrust sending me further over the edge. He bent down and swept me into a deep kiss, our two bodies moving in tandem. He quickly bit my lip then released to give me one last love bite before I was seeing white. My body practically lost feeling for a brief moment before I came down again, a string of curses following. I didn’t want it to end, but as I came down I swear I was seeing floating colors.

Jack groaned and leaned up to look at me again, his breathing was ragged, he almost seemed out of breath. “Y/N I’m gonna come.” He moaned, still keeping up his pace. 

He quickly sped up, a slew of curses coming out his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. I felt his fluids flow into me, filling me up. He let out a low groan and slowly pulled out, laying next to my tired body. Both of us covered with sweat and completely out of breath, our chests heaving up and down. 

I moved to my side and wrapped myself around him, he was quick to wrap an arm around me, letting out a long sigh. 

“I think that’s the nicest interaction we’ve had to date” I breathlessly laughed out.

He let out a small chuckle and hummed in agreement. “I suppose it was.” 

“I have a feeling it won’t be our last “Nice interaction.” I mumbled against his chest.

“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” He leaned over and gave me a small kiss on the forehead. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, darling.”

[elusive---ivory]

Circus Act - 11

Y'ALL THIS TOOK SOOO LONG I APOLOGIZE!! Like I said this thing is crazy, I hope y'all enjoy.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Sandy drove Arthur up to his apartment. Arthur got out of her vehicle.

"Arthur, wait." Sandy called, stepping out of her car.

Arthur paused, turning his head.

"Could I stay with you? Just for tonight. I don't mean to be an inconvenience, but I just don't want to be alone." Sandy said. She looked stressed.

"Of course." Arthur said.

Arthur wanted Sandy around more. He had notice her unusual behavior, especially after she had told him about her medication.

Sandy had trouble sleeping in Arthur's apartment. Arthur had invited her to sleep in the bedroom with him, but she was too nervous of what he'd think of her night terrors.

Arthur couldn't sleep, mainly because his mind was yelling at him for things that were out of his control.

He embarrassed himself with that clip. He felt stupid. Sandy couldn't possibly still like him now. Insecurity filled his mind. It was unbearable.

Arthur walked out of the bedroom, hearing soft sobs from the living room.

Sandy was crying in her sleep. Soon, her cries turned into wailing. Arthur ran to her side, gently waking her up.

"Sandy." He whispered.

She woke up, distressed, holding onto Arthur.

Arthur kissed her forehead softly, leading her into his bedroom. He held her close throughout the night. Keeping Sandy close to him ms

Sandy felt safe as she laid with Arthur. She was able to slept with him snoring beside her.

She'd never felt this safe before. She couldn't possibly sleep with Dennis in the bed. Dennis would try to make advances on her, or pretend to be cuddly just to whisper mean and horrendous things to her.

Sandy woke up in Arthur's arms, staring at his angelic face. He looked so peaceful. His eyes fluttered open. Arthur smiled at Sandy kissing her lips gently.

Arthur still couldn't believe Sandy was in his arms. Even after the humiliation from last night didn't turn her away.

"Ugh, I just remembered something." Sandy groaned, breaking the kiss. Arthur pouted.

Sandy giggled. "I have to go to Thomas Wayne's Campaign gala tonight."

This peaked Arthur's interest. "I thought you hated Thomas Wayne?"

Sandy took one of Arthur's cigarettes from the bedside table, and lit it. "I do. I have to go for my cousin, Destiny."

Sandy took a long drag from the cigarette. It had been a while since she had one. She didn't have the mental capacity to really go to the store to buy cigarettes.

"Do you have to go?" Arthur asked, looking up at her with his green puppy dog eyes.

Sandy giggled. "Yes, I do. Or else, Des will guilt trip me for not going." Sandy handed her cigarette to Arthur.

Arthur was still concerned, but it seemed reasonable to go. He took a long drag from the cigarette, tasting Sandy's lips on the butt.

Sandy walked into the kitchen, seeing newspaper clippings tapped around the kitchen. She turned on the coffee pot, feeling a slight jump from Arthur, who was hugging her from behind.

"Thank you for letting me stay." Sandy said, hugging him back.

Arthur hummed, still holding her close.

Arthur clinged onto this moment for a while. It was so foreign to him that he even had Sandy in his arms. Arthur thought a lot about what he did during the subway murder. Half of him did feel guilty about it, but he couldn't feel guilty for Dennis.

It disgusted him, knowing that Dennis almost had a baby with Sandy.

Arthur couldn't feel sorry for the bastard, yet he pretended to feel pity for him. Pitiful that his girlfriend was so much happier with Arthur, then she ever was with him.

Sandy was his now. No one else. He was obsessed with that fact. After Sandy had left Arthur's apartment, she accidentally left her coat. It was smaller than Arthur, but he held onto it for a while.

It was like she was still there, holding him.

"Oh, Sandy." Arthur whispered. He needed to give her coat back, but she was at the gala.

'Thomas Wayne.' He thought. This was his chance.

The town hall was massive. Sandy couldn't believe her eyes.

"Sandy!" Des said, sipping on champagne. Her dress was long and flashy, along with that her perfume just smelled of money.

Des gave Sandy a light hug before eyeing her outfit.

"Your prom dress, huh? I wouldn't expect you to wear anything different." Des sneered.

Sandy rolled her eyes. She didn't come here to be insulted right off the back. "Where's Dee? You told me she'd be here."

"She's over there at the buffet table." Des scoffed, disappearing into the crowd.

Sandy struggled getting through the crowd. Her heart started racing as she pushed through all the rich people in the room.

Finally, Sandy met up Dee at the table.

"Talk about flashy, huh." Dee commented.

Sandy nodded. She hated crowds, especially crowds of hundreds of rich people who couldn't give two fucks about anyone, but themselves.

Des began to start the event by getting up on stage, and tapping on the microphone.

"I'd like to thank my cousin, Sandy, for coming. It's been so rough for her since her boyfriend, Dennis, died, but the good news is he doesn't have to look at her anymore." Des laughed, meanly.

Everyone laughed as well, except Dee.

Sandy should've expected this, but she went anyway. Her nerves were bouncing all over the place. How could a large hall feel so goddamn small?

"I think that we all agree that we're all going through a difficult time, but we're all here for Mr. Thomas Wayne, and we're here to support him as he starts his campaign for mayor. So everyone give it up for Thomas Wayne." Des got off the stage after she introduced Thomas Wayne.

Sandy could care less what Wayne was saying. It all was the same.

Throughout his speech, he'd mention the subway killings, giving Sandy the final straw.

She felt captive, suddenly. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Sandy pushed through the crowd, trying to escape the hall.

Sandy found herself in the nearest bathroom, hyperventilating as she was having an anxiety attack. Her makeup was ruined from the tears that feel down her face.

After a while of panicking and crying, Sandy finally composed herself. She had to retouch her makeup, so that Des didn't make fun of her more.

Sandy walked out of the bathroom, still feeling miserable. In corner of her eye, she saw a bell hopper that looked that Arthur, walk into the theater by himself.

Arthur snuck into the gala, wearing a clever bellhop disguise. He saw Sandy walking out of the bathroom. God, did she look like an angel. He needed to focus. He had to confront Thomas Wayne.

He walked into the theater. Playing on the screen was an old Charlie Chaplin movie that everyone really seemed to be enjoying.

Arthur laughed, not the painful laughter, but a genuine laugh. He laughed at Charlie's antics on screen.

This was a rare moment for Arthur. He was happy, and joyous.

He had noticed Thomas Wayne from across the aisle of the theater.

Arthur followed him to the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom, he undid his disguise.

It was just Arthur and Thomas in the bathroom.

"Can I help you, pal?" Thomas asked, while standing at a urinal.

Arthur paused for a second, nervousness overcome him.

"I don't know what to say." Arthur said, in disbelief.

Thomas flushed the urinal, and walked over to the line of sinks across from the urinals.

"Do you want an autograph or something?" Thomas seemed annoyed, and kind of dismissive of Arthur.

Arthur took a gulp, and gently said "no."

He walked up to Thomas, as nervous as he was. Arthur needed to know the truth.

"My name is Arthur," he said, "Penny Fleck is my mother."

Thomas stopped washing his hands. His expression changed from annoyed to a more concerned look.

"Jesus." Thomas said. "You're the guy that came to my house yesterday."

Then, his look turned annoyed again.

"I'm sorry I just showed up, but my mother told me everything. I had to talk to you." Arthur's voice cracked.

"Look, pal, I'm not your father." Thomas interrupted.

Then, Arthur stood there confused.

Thomas chuckled. "What's wrong with you?"

Arthur was still confused, and a little hurt that Thomas was denying the fact that he was his father.

"Look at us." Arthur whispered. "I think you are."

"Well, that's impossible because you're adopted, and I never slept with your mother." Thomas blatantly said.

Arthur was taken aback. He stuttered, nervously. "No, I wasn't adopted."

"Your mother adopted you while she was working for us." Wayne explained, but Arthur already heard enough.

"Why are you saying this?" This was news to Arthur.

Thomas was saying all these things that didn't even make sense to him. It was madness.

"I don't need you to tell me lies. I know it seems strange. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable I don't know why everyone is so rude. I don't know why you are. I don't want anything from you, maybe a little bit of warmth. Maybe just a hug, Dad." Arthur yelled, almost about to cry.

"She's crazy." Thomas said.

Arthur started laughing. His painful laugh.

"You think this is funny?" Thomas proceeded to punch Arthur in his face.

"Touch my son again. I'll fucking kill you." Those were Thomas Wayne's last words before he walked out of the bathroom.

Arthur's laugh turned into hiccups as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a bloody nose

Sandy walked back into the hall. Des was already drunk out of her mind.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the introduction. It was dumb and I'm sorry." Des yelled, even though she didn't have to yell.

"Yeah, it's fine." Sandy muttered.

"But, yeah it's true though." Des slurred. "That's why he always came to me."

"What?" Sandy was confused.

"Yeah, Dennis started fucking me after you went to hospital because he didn't want your crazy." Des confessed. "I'm telling you now that he's dead, because I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Sandy couldn't believe her ears. "Are you fucking serious? He fucked you while I was locked up on suicide watch."

"Yeah, but you understand right?" Des said.

"Oh, I understand." Sandy grabbed a wine bottle, breaking it on her head.

Sandy walked out of the hall, while Des was screaming with blood streaming down her head.

"What did you do, Sandy?" Dee demanded as she confronted her.

"I did what I had to do, Dee." Sandy mumbled, with a cigarette in her mouth.

"You didn't have to do that. Look, I understand that Des is a dick. She stirs up old drama all the time. Why is this any different?" Dee asked.

"It's different, because she slept with Dennis. I already knew Dennis never fucking loved me. He destroyed me, Dee. He destroyed me without a purpose." Sandy screamed at the top of her lungs.

"So what, Sandy? You need to fucking grow up. I have to take Des to the hospital." Dee ran into an ambulance, not before Des flipped Sandy off.

Sandy sighed as she lit the cigarette.

She looked over and saw Arthur sitting on the curb.

"Hey." Sandy said, walking up to him. "Let's get you home."

Taglist: @princessgeekface, @gloomyladyy, @joker-flecked-me, @jokerflecker, @memory-mortis, @mr--clown

[mrd-gvf]

Hey guys I'm super new to this fandom so I don't think anyone would tag me since like no one knows me lol. So I'll go ahead and start.

1. What's your name and where are you from? (Only if you want to share)

My name is Melissa and I'm from Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦

2. How did you discover Greta Van Fleet?

It was basically by accident but they were recommended to me on YouTube, I've never really heard of them (though I saw their name before when I checked out who won the Grammy for Best Rock album last year and I was disappointed that the only band I never heard of won. I stupidly didn't look them up) Anyways, the video was the official music video of Highway Tune and I was blown away. I've been listening to their music everyday since.

3. Whose lane are you in and why?

Oh God. Well that would be Josh. Ever since watching their interviews. There's just something about him that draws me to him. I like him because he's weird af, those stupid voices he makes and the dumb jokes he says cracks me up, I love his chaos, his voice both speaking and singing are mesmerizing. He's fun to watch on stage and he's just adorable with his pretty outfits, his gorgeous smile, and his cute curly hair. And I love the serious deep things he has to say. I can go on and on and on but I will stop there.

4. Your top 3 songs?

Black Smoke Rising, Age of Man, and Safari Song. But I love every single one of their songs.

5. How long have you been a fan?

April 10, 2020. Like I said I'm super new. And the reason I know the exact date is because I just had to tell my boyfriend about them and not long ago I checked back to see the date of the text so I could write it down.

6. Have you ever seen them live?

That's an obvious no. But as soon as they come to Toronto again, whenever that may be, I will make sure I get some tickets. I'm so excited to see them in concert. But I'm patient because I know it won't be for a while.

7. Drop your favorite pictures of the boys 💕

(The first one is my phone background)

I just want to add that I'm so so glad I found this band, I haven't been this excited about music for a long time. I used to be back in high school and it was kind of off and on since then. And what I love about them, other than their incredible music and wonderful message, is how close they are in age with me. I'm only a year older than Josh and Jake and it's just so nice to have a band that play my favourite genre that aren't like 40-50 years older than me. I feel blessed that I have a band in which I can follow their journey since almost the beginning.

(I won't tag anyone because the ones I follow have already been tagged so if you're like me and haven't been tagged I'm officially tagging you even though I don't know you ✌️)

[mychemicalficrecs]

Do you know any fics that deal with a character (prefer frank or gerard) wearing 'feminine' clothing. Doesn't have to be related to gender issues, but if it's something that other people don't yet know they do that would be preferable. And, I don't mean this disrespectfully, hopefully some that are written in a more mature way, for lack of better wording. A lot of the fics I've found in that topic have been written by a younger crowd which is great, but i'm older and those fics aren't for me

Hi Nonny, I’ve tried to pick fics where the crossdressing is a new thing, but it’s not just Frank or Gerard on this list. And I think I get what you mean, I can be quite particular in what I like to read. Hope these work for you!

Crossdressing

Sing the Revolution by turps, Frank/Mikey, Frank/Gerard/Mikey, 19k, Mature. A high school AU about brothers, best friends, boyfriends, and a lot of cross-dressing.

Frankly Perfect by LadySmutterella, Frank/Gerard, 24k, Explicit. Of all the things Gerard ever expected to come out of starting a band, Frank running a dating agency is maybe the last thing that would have occurred to him. Which just goes to show how much he knows.

Heart Wrapped in Clover by Sena, Frank/Mikey, 19k, Explicit. Everbody's got their not-so-secret secrets on tour. When you live out of a van, you just can't help but notice things that you shouldn't talk about if you don't want to embarrass your friends or start a fight. Frank wishes sometimes they talked about things, though, because he's dying to ask if anybody else has noticed that sometimes, Mikey wears panties.

Cinderella, she seems so easy by MistressKat, Gerard/Mikey, 10k, Explicit. The first time is a complete accident. Then again, a lot of good things in Mikey's life have begun that way – accidentally – so who's he to knock it?

Black Satin by ladyfoxxx, Lindsey/Gerard, 7k, Explicit. Gerard/Lyn-Z crossdressing: Gerard in Lyn-Z's stage outfit - schoolgirl skirt, snug jacket, stockings, panties

Pretty as a picture by redsnake05, Bob/Frank/Gerard, 6k, Explicit. Gerard has a secret, hiding in the sketchbook at the bottom of his bag. When Bob finds out, it could change everything. When they decide to let Frank in on it - only fair, since he's at the heart of it - it does change everything.

The Clothes They Wear by gala_apples, Gerard/Mikey, 3k, Teen And Up Audiences. Sometimes they are themselves-not-themselves.

if you look in the mirror by akamine_chan, Frank/Gerard, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Frank toyed with the idea of asking for help, but in the end, decided against it. He wasn’t embarrassed, exactly, or ashamed, but this was new and unsettling and he wasn’t ready to share it with anyone else. He couldn’t meet his own gaze in the mirror and his skin felt tight and prickly as he stripped away the layers of clothes and slid into the shower. He was blushing, he could feel the heat in his face and it pissed him off, because there was no shame in what he was going to do, and yet— He didn’t want to examine what he was feeling too closely.

Trope Meme: Crossdressing, Frank/Gerard by mistresscurvy, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Explicit. "Sorry," Gerard says automatically. Under normal circumstances he would defend himself, retort that the whole point of Frank showing him where the hidden key is kept was to remove the necessity of knocking. But these aren't normal circumstances. These are Frank-in-a-dress circumstances.

Tastes Just Like Cherry Cola by art_brutal, Frank/Mikey, 7k, Explicit. Frank has liked Mikey from afar but, until now, hasn't found a way to get close to him. Of course, things don't run smoothly and Frank finds out more about Mikey (and himself) than he expects. AU (no MCR).

Second Skin by mistresscurvy, Ray/Mikey, 2k, Teen And Up Audiences. When Mikey took a step closer, the skirt pulled against the bare skin of his thighs, the sensation unfamiliar and strange and hypnotic. He took a step back to feel it again, moving in an awkward box in his room, socked feet barely lifting off the floor. His hands ran up and down his sides, palms flaring out over his hips like he could somehow create a curve there with his touch. He couldn't look away from the mirror.

Show Me, Show Me, Show Me by wakingup, Frank/Gerard, 4k, Not Rated. “What the—” he inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the back of Frank. As if he could feel it, Frank turned and looked through the crowd. It didn’t occur to Gerard that Frank could be looking for him until Frank’s eyes found him. A wicked smile spread across his red-painted lips when he saw Gerard watching him. Or Frank casually shows up to Hambone's show in drag and Gerard loses his shit.

A Little More Mascara by Arsenic, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Mikey knows all of Gerard's secrets. Frank doesn't