#Literally has 0 to do with plot but it was in my head since last night

[keyotosprompts]

i quite literally had a marathon through your acc cus ur prompts are soo goooodd!!

i am currently working on a little oc story and desperately need a creative person's help. basically, my oc is Spiderwoman. she has a mask like Silk from Marvel but its nanotech (like a hologram on her face). i need prompts on how to unmask her. to set the scene its basically like the movie ATSV, where my oc is fighting a villain and at the end of it she meets the other vigilantes and then unmasks herself but idk how and what will cause her to do so (she does it willingly ofc). to make it even more dramatic shes a pretty pretty girl so everyone is like :0 when seeing her unmasked and i just need prompts on how she does so.

i hope this made sense, i am NOT good at wording bc eng isnt my first language but i hope you understood. LOVE U SM, STAY HYDRATED, MWAHH<3

mask off

superhero unmasking prompts hey! thank u for the compliment! ur oc story sounds super cool btw. i always love superhero stories (i have developed an oc for dcu and she's been active in my brain for the last 9 years)

⇴ person a nervously looks around as their mask begins to disappear. their heart is pounding in their chest as the anticipation in the air begins to rise.

⇴ person a takes off their mask to build trust with her new friends (friends, not coworkers!)

⇴ "um. surprise?" "you did not tell me you looked like that."

⇴ ^ "yeah, i think that's the point of a mask."

⇴ person a finally feels safe and comfortable around the other vigilantes, which allows her to finally take off her mask like everyone else has.

⇴ alternatively... person a sees that everyone else has taken their masks off and then takes their own mask off to join the crowd (this one is a lot less sentimental, as person a has no problem revealing their secret identity).

⇴ "wait. you have nanotech masks!? why doesn't my universe have a nanotech mask??"

okay, so i gave u some dialogue and some scenarios, but the superhero nerd in me wants to give u some tips too.

unmasking: reasons

⇴ as a way to build trust

⇴ as a way to build comradery

⇴ because they're all spidermen/spiderwomen/spiderpeople, so there's no reason to keep a secret identity in the first place

⇴ unmasking as a big plotpoint (could be the oc's climax or a way to build relationships between other characters)

unmasking yourself is personal in any circumstance. for example, even though all the spiderpeople in ATSV are seen unmasked, those people are only unmasked around the other spiderpeople, not around the people in their own universe.

when your oc is unmasking, make it a big plot point. how important is their secret identity? are they scared of unmasking after fighting the villain? what are the stakes at hand here?

unmasking: dialogue

since your oc is very pretty, think to yourself of how you would react when seeing a very beautiful person.

⇴ think of how you would respond, and then try to apply it to the other characters. of course, make sure it's not out of character.

if whatever you're thinking is not in line with what one of the characters would think, then don't include it (even if it's for the sake of storytelling).

⇴ when describing how characters are reacting, sometimes (instead of dialogue) using physical characteristics are better.

for example

"you're gorgeous!" person b gasps

person b gapes at person a for a few seconds. their eyes seem like they're bulging out of their head, and suddenly their mouth feels a lot drier than usual. a gulp escapes person b's mouth before saying, "you're gorgeous!"

doesn't that add a lot more? of course, write however you'd like, but if you really want to emphasize a character's beauty, try using physical reactions as well.

[lights-at-night]

saint electric fic :0????? DO tell

ehehehhehehe i only started planning it today so it's pretty first draft-y and things are probably going to change in future but yeah

setting: basically the silt verses version of vaguely victorian era industrial revolution. the cities of glottage and nesh are filling with opportunists and churches - people are now considering the use of gods and some are doing their best to make money off it. there are a lot of unethical sacrifices happening, since no labor laws have been set in place.

entire plot (spoilers for the nonexistent fic i guess): the woman who will become the saint electric is a leading figure in the developing field of what i'm calling practical theology and she's developing a new god - a god of electricity. of course, she makes it, but at the cost of the sacrifice of her assistants, gertruderobinsonstyle. her patron is eager to monetize this, and creates the church electric. she's pressured to do a demonstration of electrical lighting in glottage, and although initially hesitant about the people necessary to power such a display she's convinced into it. the display is interrupted by her friend in an attempt to prevent the sacrifices from being taken, but her friend fails and glottage lights up. because of this, her fame skyrockets and causes many people to join the church electric, and as the face of the church they begin to call her a saint (this is my reasoning for why she's called the saint electric - gods are new to the land and terminology for saints and angels isn't well established yet). her patron begins negotiations with the governments of the cls and the peninsula to build the electrical grid in their land (i need to do more research about the history of the electrical grid but this'll do for now). unfortunately for them, the parish of tide and flesh (this is pre-devlin times, they're legal at this moment) is Pissed about all of this because they invented hydraulic power before she did electricity and yet the peninsulan government is favoring her? when her company consorts with the linger straits? when the parish is an older and more established faith? and now the church electric wants to build on their land? how dare. the parish joins forces with ethical sacrifice activists, headed by theodora's friend who tried to stop the first demonstration to protest against the church electric, and her patron has to deal with this too, so they go and tell theodora (thats what i called pre-god saint electric) that it would be really helpful if she could reveal some cool electricity things to distract from the unrest. luckily, while all this has been happening, theodora has been working on a prototype of radio. unluckily, she's been avoiding using sacrifice for experimentation out of guilt from the last demonstration and has been testing this shit on herself, which. isn't good. so her patron spins the tale that she's been merging with the god itself, and therefore it is more urgent that the governments fund and build these pylons and connect all their homes! and NOt try to sabotage the electricity lines of the other side! her patron goes and gets replacement assistants/sacrifices so she stays alive for longer and doesnt go and ascend off this mortal plane. they bond and are friends! and this connection and their collective sacrifice is used to make a telegraph. at this point her life SUCKS. all her assistants have become saints to her work, and she tries to think of it as an honor to ease the guilt. her past friend is a leading voice against what theodora literally stands for and the only person who will call her by her name and not the saint electric is her patron, who only cares for her when she's profitable. so she withdraws into her work and stops making public appearances. distress and strikes arise, and the patron kills the person leading the ethical sacrifice movement, which makes them and the parish back down, since the church electric has been breaking those laws since day 1. this death is used to the government to get them to put laws regarding sacrifice in place. the patron and theodora speedrun an irl century-ish so they can do it before the sacrificial laws are put into place. they build a bunch of streetlights, and she does her final display - gas discharge lights, powered by the saint electric herself. she (insert verb of apotheosis) in front of a rapt audience, and so ends/begins the saint electric

misc: the early versions of pylons are made of the bone and blood vessels of the sacrifices, stretched like wires. the idea for making a kind of radio came from an offhand comment one of her assistants made. her patron is a close to a relative of the as-yet unborn adjudicator devlin, and the parish's protests against the church electric was one of the reasons the trawlerman got banned. the slag king & petropater is also there, developing alongside the saint electric, but i don't know/care a lot about concrete or oil so unless any of you are enthusiasts the most there'll be is a passing mention. i named the saint electric theodora arne, bc theodora means god's gift and is appropriately regal and arne means eagle and is also a word for like a fire in the home, which is for the electricity thing. i dont have the names for anyone else lol. the law regarding sacrifice is named after the person who died and also forces the parish to cut down and change their sacrificial practices, which would be another factor leading to their outlawing

yes this is very much an excuse for me to nerd out about lighting and pylons and electricity, no i haven't written this yet

[gailsfrog]

A very ridiculously long rant of my SMG4 and Mr. Puzzles Theory's (it's long;-;)

Has anyone ever thought its weird how Smg4 is PERFECTLY NORMAL the Saturday after IGBP!?! like Bro just got done being mentally insane like literally a few days ago and he's just like mentally FINE after all that!?? Nuh Uh- Aint no way- Smg4's probably still coo coo crazy a bit or a lot cuz yalls not gonna be chill after all that far as i know thats not how human minds work. >:/

In SMG4 doesn't meme for one second he's hardcore creepy vibes, ofc more memey ofc which is funny- (Bald Smg4💀) but still sinister none the less :0

then ofc him saying "time to come up with the PERFECT video" in SMG4 simulator then ofc im like NOO :C DOnt gO eVil again and idk do some crazy crap with mr. puzzles and make ur perfect video- amd go all evil- evan tho its cool and eerie-NO :C

Then smg4s really creepy/scarry coocoo cazy vibes in the MEME Factory. Cannon smg4 did actually have an effect on our poor meme boi like bro lost some of his sanity has Mr. Puzzles trauma and now is more antagonistic- which Mr. Puzzles said he makes a good villian Whitch he does in a creepy funny memey way witch is great! and sort of a plot twist cuz smg4 is all cute and bubbly and sweet then he goes all >:000 >:) Creepy and sinister is awsome! it would be cool to see Smg4 as a main antagonest for an arc although we got IGBP so its GREATTT!! AAAAAAAA-

I also sorta feel like Mr. Puzzles is like Smg4 but like: What if smg4 never had any freinds? so he like sorta obsesses and rellys on The TV and makeing entertainment so they dont feel alone or have some sort of purpose. Smg4 and Puzzles are really similar in a way just took a small but major path. Smg4: had freinds his whole life, like a main roll purpose (hes a frickin meme guardian!!!!!! >:D) home and ofc his youtube and whatever chaos happens in this world. Mr Puzzles: never had freinds, probably had crap parents and school bullys, (ISTG HE PRoBably made/re-created little shows with like socks pupets as a kid- AAAA_) anyway- Puzzles sorta just watched TV to comfert him and sorta be his 'freind' in a way which probably ended up inpireing him to proove himself as an actress and become fameous weather to proove the world hes good enough or loved or himself. (Poor Mr.Puzzke wuzzle :'c) So anyway Smg4 and puzzles are like opisites of what they have but similar.

(Mr. Puzzles Headcannon Back story time B) since i wanna type today ;-; ) So ive sotta headcannon mr puzzles childhood suck like- bro had no freinds crappy/neglectfull parents and overall a shit life back then like i sort of immagine his mom being like "shoo im buisy go watch TV or smthn" while on the phone or something idk sad sappy stuff- so little Winston Puzzles (if you have MR theres a first name so puzzles is last name, ITS WINSTON PUZZLES-) aNyWAYy- so puzzles just watched TV ALL. DAY. and probably went to school got bullyed for whatever reason :/ so the beginning basics of the story +Context dElUxE- when mr puzzles got older he bought the showgrounds (whitch in cannon used to be a circus/carnaval) so mr puzzles ran a carnaval place and did some sort of shows + amusement park stuff prbably for like a few years or a couple decades untul money came a problem or went out of buisness, (he still has his face btw lol) so he eventually closed the place and sorta abandoned it and probably the *iNteRnEt* was probably becomeing a thing by now (TV MAN OLDDD-) so he probably doom binges EVERYTHING on youtube in some apartment and works at MC deez or something- idk mOnEyY :/ eventualy yalls probably up at 5am waching Si-fi and stuff with robots get the idea of being a cyborg ither googleing 'hOw tO bE a cYborG EASY" on youtube like a maryos Plane Trip thing AKA Smg4 logic LMAO and probably winging it and then getting his SUppeR fAbulus and Iconic TV head and nows hes probably immortal now :/ (he was probably an old man by the time he finnisghed the body lol not to mention prototypes :/) then he probably did some evil villian laughter shit then downloadded the internet in his brain then eventualy selling the showgrounds to SMG4 and the rest of Puzzlevision continues :/

If yall read all that- WOW :/ its 1am and im typeing esays ;-; anyways this has been cooking in my brain for too long so now its all here now :/

*fades into the distance MEME STYLE B3*

[xf-cases-solved]

S1E9: Space

Case: Mulder's astronaut hero is being possessed by a space ghost that is causing him to withhold evidence of sabotage involving space shuttles. It is implied that he could have stopped the Challenger explosion. Sure. Meanwhile, badass Mission Control leader lady who I'm sure had a name just wants her fiance to get back to Earth safely, which is looking less and less likely as the astronauts on the shuttle are having a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day. Vague and repetitive flashbacks are utilized. Mulder is a fangirl. I get bored halfway through and get on my phone. Hooray!

Does someone die in the cold open: I literally just finished this episode like five minutes ago, and I want to say no—like, I'm 97% certain it's a no—but I don't remember definitively and I have no desire to go back to that episode again to check.

Does Mulder present a slideshow: No, he was recruited into this case. No time for slideshows.

Does the evidence survive the investigation: I genuinely don't think they really had any concrete "evidence" of anything in the first place. I think they kept a couple X-rays, but there's no way they would ever hold up in a court of law.

Whodunit: Original series Star Trek-ass space ghost. I think.

Convictions: Nah, only person they could have maaaaybe scraped together the weakest case for threw himself out the window to escape the space ghost, so none needed.

Did they solve it: Maybe. Mulder has a guess, but he'll never be able to prove it, and ofc Scully doesn't believe it at all. Dunno where space ghost went. Maybe they're still out there looking for their next host. If they are, I hope we don't have to ever watch another episode of television about them.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

THIS EPISODE IS SPONSORED BY: Space ghosts. Moon's haunted. Get your gun.

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 3 (easy come, easy go)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, it's me" phone calls: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 3

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 2

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 3

Total Number of Sexually Charged and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 5 (91% of their interactions in this episode were Mulder explaining space travel lingo to her as a very obvious way to tell the audience what was going on, so there was no time for flirting :( )

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 1

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 4

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 2

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 0 :(

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 2 (they said it many, many, many times)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 1 (i made myself pay just enough attention to figure out the plot and the ending—bc, gun to my head, i would not have been able to tell you anything about that episode before today—so i saved myself a trip to wikipedia. that being said, i did not enjoy myself, and am already mentally preparing myself for the suffering that's going to happen next season when i'm forced to watch "3")

[bleachbleachbleach]

4/1-4/29/2023

I think I said something about April shaping up to be very rough, which was indeed truer than even I projected. The number of things that got done outside of my true life (that is, my Tumblr life) is actually ridiculous, and I am presently living in a state of constant, nauseous exhaustion. But after every big project I’d collapse for a bit into my Notes app and I’d be like, “oh god, okay, I am alive, I am capable of feeling excited and of having thoughts my soul exists ONLY IN THIS NOTES APP but it’s here.” I’ve been trying to crawl my way back onto Tumblr this weekend, but it's very overwhelming. ;S

After my first big deadline I wrote a bunch more of Hinamori’s chapter. Working on her chapter is rough because it’s all vibes and nothing happens, so I have to settle into it, and this has not been a month for settling. But I really like what I wrote, and I think it came out exactly the way I wanted it to, which anyone familiar with the Creative Endeavor knows is usually not what happens. There’s really just one big interaction left for the chapter and a coda, but I’ve put it off because Hitsugaya is making that scene very hard.

Last Saturday/today I got very invested in Renji 2. Renji 2 is. A terrible decision. Like, I am pretty sure it is objectively bad, and my committing to the bit that is this chapter is less a reflection of me thinking it is a good idea and more a reflection of my having come to terms with it being a bad idea and being fine with that. It’s a bad idea because it’s the second chapter of a fic I very much want people to read, completely filled with reasons for most people to not want to do that. It doesn’t particularly move the plot forward, and there aren’t even that many character interactions because Renji spends most of it in his own head. Most of the interactions that do happen are half-scene half-summary in the past-perfect tense of memory, which is convoluted and distancing and for wHY. 

Renji spends fully 1000 words thinking about Junrinan’s calendar system--including a digression into Byakuya’s separate calendar habits--and that is after other introspective kaleidoscopes about weirdly-constructed Gotei fire towers and futsal. 1 0 0 0 w o r d s. About a nearly irrelevant calendar system *he has never used * and in fact *does not personally understand* for a district *he is not even from.*

But the reason I’m currently staying the course is because I think the guiding question here is “Why does all of this exposition belong to Renji?” and I actually do feel like it is answerable. Like, he’s narrating all this because he is the only person who would. If he is marching through Junrinan of course he’s going to toss up literally everything his bff Momo has ever told him about this place. And I feel like if Renji had nothing better to do but march and think, what would result really would be a disorganized explosion of all of the things. I think he’s just trying to get his bearings before they gallop into the unknown. 

“Why do we need to be privy to his process?” is a different question, but I’m enjoying it and I like thinking about Junrinan’s calendar system. I still think that Chapter 2 of anything is not the best place to go full send into the weeds of stream of consciousness ephemera, because that nonsense needs to be earned, but here we are. He is effectively the main POV in the second half of the fic, so maybe he can have this chapter as a treat. Since it’s not the only time we hear from him, maybe making it through Renji’s explanation about calendars is rewarded in the future by coming back to the POV that’s he’s set up here.

[rrxnjun]

content creator year in review.

thank you so much to toffee @neo-shitty for tagging me in this, i always enjoy talking about my work hhh also thank you for blessing my dash with your works and other posts throughout 2022 🤍

tagging. @shinachiro @kiachiako @cherryeoniis @crispy-chan @daegall @decembermoonskz 🫶

first creation and most recent creation of 2022. my first fic that i posted this year was not a single dandelion (johnny), which i worked on from the end of the year 2021 if i remember correctly. the most recent one is not posted yet -- two people (mark), but the one i did post already was a very spontaneous work called when nobody's watching (renjun).

one of your favorite creations of 2022. i really love my yangyang fics, if i'm being honest, but if i had to choose one, my most favorite would probably be i'm not angry anymore (well, sometimes i am) (yangyang), because it's an idea i've had in my head for months and i think i executed it quite well. also, i really relate to the way i portrayed yangyang in this fic, so it's a personal thing for me haha.

one creation you're really proud of. however weird this is, i'm really proud of just saying (yangyang), even though the plot is silly HAHAHA a few people told me they think the fic is quite funny and i really strived for that, so i am glad i succeeded hihi

a creation that took you forever. just saying (yangyang) took me around 3 months to write, and will we talk? (donghyuck) took me... 6 months?? i started it in january and then got into a very depressive episode where i thought i'll never write again (and i also had finals and stuff LMAO) and then i picked it up in june and finally posted it mid-july,, although the plan for the fic was done last june. so technically, over a year- practically, maybe like 2-3 months of writing HAHA

a creation from 2022 that received the most notes. surprisingly, it was annoying (derogatory) (donghyuck) LMAOO its a halloween fic that I DIDN'T EVEN POST ON HALLOWEEN i posted it like 3 days late TT will we talk? (donghyuck) is a close second though, so i guess hyuck fics just do it for y'all

a creation from 2022 you think deserved more notes. honestly, i think your city gave me asthma (mark) and since i saw vienna (jaemin) deserve a lot more than they got hh, but as angst fics, i'm not really that surprised, since i didn't expect more.

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it. none! im a loyal czennie LMAO no fr i did join a few i think but i stick to writing for nct, because its the only fandom i still engage in :)

a creation you made that breaks your heart. your city gave me asthma (mark) is a very personal fic that i wrote after i moved for uni. it's filled with all my homesickness, loneliness and feelings of not fitting in that i still kind of resonate with until now. when nobody's watching (renjun) also breaks my heart because of the concept of renjun's character and how he constantly changes himself up just to fit in, yet, still failing. also, i'm not angry anymore (well, sometimes i am) (yangyang) breaks my heart on another level because of my mentioned relation to yangyang's character, and about how my primary emotion has always been anger.

a 'simple' creation you really love. i'm not bitter anymore (i'm syrupy sweet) (jeno) is a very simple fic with literally 0 plot, but i really do love it with my whole heart. it's just a fluffy redemption arc i wrote for jeno, just glued pieces of ideas i had in my notes that i couldnt fit into a long fic haha

a creation that was inspired by another one. a lot of my fics were inspired by songs, if that counts. but i think sugar and salt: the game of trust (mark) was inspired by multiple dystopian books i've read but i think mainly by squid game and the hungar games i suppose?

a favorite creation made by someone else. over on my fic recs blog @03230 there's an 'absolute favorite' tag you could check out for my favorites, but to mention some -> baby face (donghyuck) by @smileysuh friendly favour (donghyuck) by @hencity romancing (donghyuck) by @jenoloqy and they were roommates (donghyuck) by @tyonfs the lonely hearts club (seungmin) by @neo-shitty

some of your favorite content creators from this year. i honestly haven't read much this year, but here are some people whose works i really enjoyed 🫶 @shinachiro my talented best friend, @neo-shitty @cherryeoniis @daegall @sunpopz @tyonfs @luvdsc (always)

[percontaion-points]

Gate Crashers chapters 9 & 10

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Chapter 9

Felix sat at his desk and read Ridgeway’s report for the fourth time. Magellan was damaged and several crewmembers injured when the artifact tried to make a break for it.

I am relying really, REALLY heavily on the entire “trust the process” for the subplot(s) that are taking place on earth right now. Mainly because I seriously don’t know what they expect for the people on earth to do… Other than to simply be informed about what’s going on. 

Eugene had been honest about the compensation as well. Felix’s first payday had been an eye-opening experience, not that he had any idea of how to spend it. People accustomed to lean times generally reacted in one of two ways to a sudden cash windfall. Either they take great care to ensure that it lasts, or they spend it as quickly as possible to get back to more familiar financial territory. 

I’m serious; I don’t give a fucking shit about ANY of this right now. 

An impressive array of recording devices and passive sensors switched on and started taking notes.

Chapter 9 summary: While all of that is going on in deep space… We jump over to Felix going to a local seaman-themed bar with Jeffrey. What does this have to do with the aliens, you might ask? I am also asking the same fucking question. I seriously don’t know what the point of any of this was, since it had nothing to do with the literal alien artefact. Like hm… what do readers want to see more of? Some random side character failing to pick up women? OR LITERAL FIRST CONTACT?!

At the end of the chapter, for no fucking reason at all, the narration does jump back to Maggie and her crew. They’ve got the artefact strapped in now, and are working on creating a signal jammer to stop it from sending out things anymore. Then they start to head off again. 

Times laughed this chapter: 0

Total laughs this series: 0

Chapter 10

In the timescale of the cosmos, it would soon swell to many times its present size as a prelude to its ultimate destruction in a titanic explosion, vaporizing itself completely. Too big even to leave behind an infinite well. 

Look, I’m down for a good space documentary as much as the next person. 

But there is an entire. Mother. Fucking. Page. Of. This. SHIT. 

I am so fucking done with this book. I have 35 more chapters left to go. 

There was always more for a frontier manager to do, and many larims to go before he could sleep.

Chapter 10 summary: Some dude named D’armic contemplates an alien species. At least this is more interesting than clowns in DC going to get drunk… But I’m still kind of scratching my head over what this has to do with the main plot with the Maggie and her crew. 

Times laughed this chapter: 0

Total laughs this series: 0

[orleans-jester]

Lunchtime Conversations {Figaro, Agnes and Munro HC}

Munro, Agnes and Figaro tended to sit together at Halloweentown High. They had other acquaintances that they probably could have sat with, but didn’t know enough about them to engage in conversation. So the small table it was. It was mac and cheese day, and Figaro was carefully trying to get a noodle on each prong of her fork. Munro had eaten his in five minutes flat and was poking at the bowl with the fork. Agnes didn’t feel much like eating but was picking at what she had. She was still tense from the arguments with her family.

“What is it with girls and the Laveaus?” Munro asked, breaking the silence, He nudged at Agnes’s foot under the table, clearly teasing her. Those pictures had caused a bit of a stir among the students of both schools. “I’m a bit insulted that I wasn’t bad enough to keep being your boytoy.”

“River’s an alright dude,” Fig said, and hissed with satisfaction as she got the macaroni perfectly on her fork. “But y’all are really focusing on the wrong Laveau.”

“Okay,” Agnes said, interested now. Figaro never really showed a like or dislike for people, except for her closest friends. But never boys. “So who is the right Laveau?”

“Flotsam. The OG Papi,” Figaro said, finally biting into her food and then went back to trying to get the macaroni on her fork perfectly. “Seriously. He’s one of the coolest people. Hella good at karaoke. Great dancer. I love Summer but he’s the best slumber party bud I’ve ever had.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Munro said, dropping his fork onto the tray. “You had a slumber party with Flotsam Laveau? Like ... Chip and River’s dad? Dude - that’s sketch.”

“Nah, it’s not like he came for us,” Figaro argued. “He’s best friends with Summer’s dad or something. And he crashed our slumber party, sang a few songs, I painted his nails and then he passed out in the spare bedroom. It was a lot of fun though. I took some videos.”

Agnes stayed a bit quiet, thinking about Flotsam Laveau. Going through a divorce, house always empty, with only Chip defending it from the zombies. But that wasn’t any of Munro’s or Figaro’s business, so she didn’t say anything about that. Only laughed as the videos were shown of Figaro, Summer and Flotsam dancing around to some song that sounded familiar but she couldn’t remember the name of.

“Speaking of party, how’s your hand?” Munro asked, looking over at Fig with a grin. “Sure you didn’t cut your knuckles off of those sharp cheek bones?”

“What happened?” Agnes asked, finally taking note of some of the light bruising that was around Figaro’s knuckles. It wasn’t bad, just a dark pink color. Nothing to be concerned about but there had obviously been some sort of altercation. “Wait, did you get in a fist fight at the party? You?”

“Yeah, me, what are you saying?” Figaro asked, getting defensive. She was finished playing with her food, which she had been doing more than eating it, and started to actually put it on her fork like a normal person. Less fun, but also less time consuming. “You think that I wouldn’t punch someone in the face?”

“Not just someone,” Munro sang.

“Who?” Agnes asked.

“Your brother,” Figaro shrugged. “I mean, you gotta know that he’s a real douche-canoe sometimes. And he deserved it.”

“Oh God - did he hit on you?”

“Fuck no, he wasn’t desperate enough for that,” Figaro said, and continued before Agnes could try to refute that and try to say something nice about her. “Did you know that it was him that started that whole Killer Queen B-S? He called Summer that again. Not sure that she heard but man, what an ass.”

“No, I didn’t know. You did the right thing then,” Agnes said with a nod.

“Surprised it wasn’t the boyfriend that did it,” Munro added in. “Or that she would even get upset over it anymore. Delta and the tall guy go jumping off a tower and everyone’s forgotten that River actually killed people.”

“He had a name, Frank Skellington,” Agnes said, glaring at the boy. “And it was more than just some suicide story. They were more than just the suicide kids. I’ve heard a lot about Delta, and she wasn’t who you guys think that she was.”

“Besides,” Fig cut in. “You didn’t see the way that Summer was when all of that shit was going down. People were calling her names, vandalizing her house. I met her just before all of this was happening and people were even warning me off in front of her. Humans, they’re the worst kind of people.”

“They’re the only kind of people.” Munro said, but nodded, agreeing with Fig. “I got the feeling River didn’t like me much.”

“You tried to tell Summer what to do, you rude ass hoe,” Fig said, calmly, finishing her meal then picked at her teeth with her fingernails. “Course he isn’t going to like you. Right in front of him too.”

“You’re bold.” Agnes said, not sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Yeah, well, we all know she’s not much of a drinker,” Munro said, looking for back up. Fig just looked down at her tray and Agnes drank her apple juice. “Damn, I didn’t know I’d end up being friends with Laveau groupies.”

“Hey,” Agnes protested. “We’re definitely not groupies. Not like you, always going to the principal’s office to oogle the Headmistress.”

“Why would she put her tits out there if she didn’t want people to look?”

Agnes and Fig connected eyes, then in unison, rolled them. “Alright, I’m out, I’ve got track and I’ve got to start my stretching.”

“Is it wise to run after just eating?” Agnes asked.

“Are you going to barf?” Munro looked hopeful.

“Nah, I got it all out of my system when I saw your face this morning,” Figaro said, flicking Munro’s forehead. “See you later.”

“Later,” Agnes and Munro both said. A silence grew across the table, as they avoided eye contact with one another, unsure at what to say.

“You alright? Your dad was being a pretty big asshat.” Munro finally asked. There had been that tension around Agnes since she had come back to school. And knowing that he had overheard some of the conversation had brought that tension into their friendship.

“Yeah,” Agnes said with a nod. “I just ..  have to be a good girl for a little while. Then it’ll blow over.”

“But you are a good girl,” He asked, confused. “Just being yourself. What more could he want from you?”

“Ask him yourself, I don’t have the answers. I’m going to go too. I’ve got a test coming up.”

“Yeah, sure,” Munro said. She left without a goodbye and he watched her go, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed. He had his own tensions that he held in his arms and shoulders, feeling like they were going to stiffen up and get sore at any time. Things didn’t feel right with anyone right now. Summer hadn’t returned his text when he asked her if she wanted to meet up this week. The party had changed a lot of things, for a lot of people.

[jeongjuk]

FILTHY ROCKSTAR | JJK |

summary: if getting dragged to a concert by your best friend wasn't enough to ruin your night, maybe add a tall, lean and tattooed rockstar to the mix, that’ll be the icing on top of an overloaded cake.

pairing: rockstar!jungkook x f!reader

genre: porn with a semi-plot?, alt/pop rock band au, i’d say s2l except it’s not even lovers, so s2sb? (sex buddies…)

⏤ rating: mature (18+) ⏤ word count: 12k

warnings! cursing (lots), annoying oc!bsf, slight sexual tension at first encounter, mild self-humiliation, banter (somewhat), he’s good with his words and that’s what makes you stumble right into his arms, explicit smut; big dick jk, unprotected sex dw he has a great pull pout game (also stay safe!!), some grinding, finger fucking + sucking, mild spit kink maybe not mild lol i’ve been intrigued by spit lately, a little dirty talk, one derogatory word used; slut, slight praising, hickeys/bruising kink?, jk with his tattoo sleeve, belly bulging, cum eating, orgasm denial!, jungkook thinks everything about you is so pretty, really long descriptions of sex for no reason !!

authors note/: this was my first smut i’ve ever written for this site :0 lowkey felt like I just poured every thought I had over rockstar!jk into it and made it into whatever this is. sowoozoo jk has been driving me insane

important: english isn’t my first language and that’s why this took almost 2 weeks to be released😭 i’m so sorry

Maybe you should've ran as far away as possible before she even got the chance to ask you the question.

"Okay, what about this?" Nari points enthusiastically. She's holding a dark biker jacket eagerly firm in her hands. "Why do you need a biker jacket for a concert?" you scoff, while resuming your search for an outfit good enough to fit your best friend. In her eyes it has to be a top notch outfit or else you aren't leaving the mall.

And no, you literally can not go home because the bitch snatched and hid your phone somewhere.

"That is not purple," you laugh, seemingly eyeing how the jacket looks on the girl. That cannot be purple, it's way too dark to be purple. Maybe a deep indigo? Definitely not purple.

"Doesn't matter, how does it look?" she does another spin, brushing her hands across the leathery material of the lapels. She looks good, honestly. The jacket hugs her nicely in a way that it still shows her rather curvy body.

But why in hell would she buy a leather jacket to go to a concert? She doesn't even wear jackets in general. "It looks good, yeah." you assure her, nodding your head in approval.

To be fair, you're quite skeptical about this. She hasn't told you who's concert she's going to, or where it's going to be taking place. She hasn't even told you where she got her ticket from, so yeah, it sounds a little shady in your opinion.

"Great! This would go so well with that white short sleeve shirt I bought a month ago," she exclaims while rummaging through some other clothes on the rack.

"Which short sleeve shirt?" you ask, not remembering her buying one recently. "The white one with the zipper, you don't remember?" Nari says, "the cropped white one with a zipper, grandma." Oddly enough, she seems to have a clear representation, while you struggle to even recall her buying a shirt last month.

Wait, cropped?

"Who are you aiming to seduce at this concert?" you eye her amusingly. You can already imagine whatever she has planned and it's legitimately not the best idea. She obviously isn't going to a concert to listen to the music, she's aiming to get laid.

"What happened to; 'I'm done fucking around, I’m just focusing on myself now'?" you question, mocking the stupid vow she made earlier into the year "Please, that was like ages ago, I haven't gotten laid in months. I need to get this dry streak to an end already." she responds, voice sounding distant since she's walking around the endless racks of clothes, in search of a pair of pants. You’ve just been following her this entire time.

"You should too," her head pops out from behind a cube shelf, and she's pointing a finger at you. You snicker, "I don't wanna get laid." even after saying that truthfully, your eyes flicker to the floor, face heating up a little by the mere thought of sleeping with someone in little to over half a year.

"It's not about wanting to get laid, __. It's about you kinda needing to because you've been extra grumpy these past few weeks and we can all tell that you need some good dick in your life." she waves her finger in the air, while rambling about. You roll your eyes, walking away from the girl in hopes to get her to shut up. But she trails behind you, bumping into people until you get to the other side of the room, at the checkout.

"Anyways, that doesn't matter, you're still coming with," she adds, shrugging off the jacket and throwing it with the other stuff she picked onto the counter.

"Wait, what?" you grasp at her bicep, forcefully turning her around to look back at you. "What?" she muffles, eyes wide in shock at how strong your grip on her arm is. "What do you mean I'm still coming with?" You let go of her arm and crossed your own in front of you.

Last time you checked, there was no invite to a concert you got from Nari, so what is she even talking about? "You're going with me, duh. I got two wristbands." She slides out her phone from her back pocket, and opens the case, revealing two pieces of paper wristbands, which you assume should be the entry code to the concert.

"You never told me that!" you whisper-yell, making sure not to be too loud in a shopping store. "__, what did you think I meant when I said 'I bought tickets for a concert'?" she looks at you, expression plain and neutral, but her words sound scornful. "I thought you meant you bought a tickets for yourself, not for both of us," you try to defend yourself, but honestly it does sound a little stupid saying it out loud now.

"Yeah, two tickets?"

"You didn't tell me you bought two tickets." you argue back.

"Whatever, you're going with me." she picks up the shopping bag and heads out the store, you trailing angrily behind her. "No I'm not, I don't even like concerts, and you know that." you state, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "I know, but I need someone to accompany me tonight," she pouts. "And you didn't decline my offer a few days ago." She hugs your arm and swings it back and forth.

"That's because there was no offer to decline, dumbass!" you retort, rolling your eyes and shrugging her off. "I have stuff to do girl, not all of us are free every night.” Nari whines, "but you can't let me go by myself, I need you to go with me!" she opens the car door once you unlock it and heads in.

"You're the only person with a car that can drive me there, and I was kinda thinking maybe you can pick me back up, so instead of wasting your time dropping and picking me back, just go with me." she says, her hands rub together in a praying manner.

"Fine! God, you're so stupid, how do you plan on going somewhere but don't have a ride," you mumble more to yourself than her, but it's obvious she still heard, because she crosses her arms and pouts, but thankfully stays quiet.

The rest of the day you spent contemplating wether or not you should just ditch Nari and not show up, because quite honestly, you really don't want to go this stupid showcase. Live events have never been your thing, you prefer to have your eardrums intact. But Nari's making it so difficult because if you don't drive her there, she's gonna try and find another ride, and who knows what that girl can do when she's by herself. She's that desperate.

So you've wasted the last hour delving in your closet for something good enough to fit the occasion, even though you still don't know who's concert you're going to, since Nari never gave you the name. Hopefully she'll expose the artist on your way there, because being left clueless has been driving you insane.

You're only tagging along to watch over her, to be her babysitter. The thought of going to concerts still troubles you. you enjoy your personal bubble a little too much to have people breaking into it from all corners. Once you arrive there you're dragging Nari to a spot where there are less people so you can breathe.

You settle for an AC/DC shirt you somehow had hidden all the way back into the furthest corner of your closet—despite not being an AC/DC fan at all (haven't even listened to their music except the mainstream ones), you stole this shirt from Nari a while ago because the print was pretty cool, and the way she cut and sewed it to look better spiked your interest. So you couldn't help yourself.

You paired it with some leather pants, a pair of chunky black boots that you barely wear and a red and black plaid flannel. That's the best you can come up with for an unfair proposition to a concert.

Before even finishing getting ready you get a message from Nari asking you where you are, followed by a missed FaceTime call. She can barely let you get ready and leave the apartment in peace, you can't imagine how it's going to be once you're in the car together on your way to the event.

You really hope she's not going to be too excited about this, or you're going to have to leave her on the streets. But knowing Nari, the girl would probably just call a taxi to take her there. She's so determined and sometimes that scares you.

Once you make it to her house you shoot her a text saying you're waiting outside, to which she replies back 'thank fucking god' and dashes her way outside, climbing into your car in mere seconds.

"If I knew you were gonna take so long, I might as well have driven myself there." she sighed, running her hand through her hair. You scoff, "with what car?" you ask, jokingly so, but still a genuine question. "Ha ha, fuck you, I was gonna take yours." she shrugs her shoulders, sitting back and looking through the window.

"Mine? You thought I was gonna let you borrow my car? Girl, that’s hilarious." you shake your head and poke your tongue in your cheek. "Shut up, headass, you’re driving us aren’t you?" she rolls her eyes.

You side-eye her while simultaneously keeping your eyes on the road. She just watches as the pretty lights flash by in the darkening night. The sun went down about half an hour ago, but the lit sky is still there, not too dark yet not too bright, just the perfect balance of darkness and daylight mixing into each other gradually.

"So do I have the privilege to know who we’re seeing now, or am I gonna have to start naming every artist you’ve listened to this year?" you speak about five minutes into the ride. The thought has been on your mind all day, and your curiosity is just getting the best of you to the point where you actually debated within yourself for a little while if you should try and name every one of her favorite artists.

"Yeah, you should try that," Nari answers dryly, not looking up from the window. "Bitch don't make me kick you out, you've been hiding this from me for two days." you snap back. You deserve to at least know who's music you're going to be listening to after having been dragged into a mess you didn't want to be in in the first place.

“You don't know them, I told you that." Nari softly mutters, not wanting to give away the big surprise. Is it even a surprise to be honest? If you truly don't know them she can just introduce you right now, instead of letting you walk into a concert without any knowledge whatsoever about what music they make.

"Fine, is it only one artist?" you ask. She never mentioned anything about there being more artists at this event, so maybe it's a tour concert from one of those pop singers she listen, that she bought tickets for. "They're a band, actually..." she murmurs, finally looking back at you while she searches for your reaction.

"Band? Like an instrument playing band?" you gape at her, eyes wide with shock. Since when does she listen to bands? She's never talked about listening to them. Nari nods, a small smile displayed on her lips as she looks down. Is she ashamed?

"Wait, what genre are they?" It seems almost impossible to hear that she actually listens to any bands. Nari's music choice has never been the best. "Uh..rock?" she states, although it comes out sounding more like a question than a statement.

You almost choke on cold spit and your eyes bulge out of their sockets upon that sentence. Rock band? We're going to a rock concert? Where on earth did she even find this band? She listens to rock now? You're not judging, no shame in listening to rock, but Nari really hasn't told you about improving her music style and it’s just surprising.

"Since when do you listen to rock?" You go in between snapping your eyes from her and back to the road, genuinely shocked and waiting for answers. "It's not really rock, it's more like a um pop alternative rock that could fall into the rock category because it sounds somewhat like it." she explains.

You sigh, "Nari, alternative rock, is still rock, it's just two genres in one." you clarify, satisfied yet still a little shocked that she chose to go to a rock concert. "I know that," Nari mumbles, and you can almost tell she's pouting just by the way she sounds. "Well, what's their name?" you hope maybe this time it'll subconsciously slip off her tongue.

"You'll see when we get there." she whips her full head of chestnut brown hair you way, smiling so brightly that you can only see the creases of her eyes. You scoff, resting your head on your arm that's propped up on the window. It was worth a shot, you think. She really isn't letting go though, so if you genuinely don't like this band it's really her fault. You're pinning the blame on her.

You still don't understand why she chose to go to a concert of all places to seek a hookup, the club would've been just fine. Actually, the club would've been a million times easier than this. Most people at packed clubs seek a partner to go home with anyway, she could've just picked the best looking one there.

"Is it going to be crowded?" you ask, still a little worried about the amount of oxygen you can breathe in tight places. "Relax, it's not an actual concert. It's like a private event, only like a hundred lucky people won wristbands." she ensures. God, you can't explain the relief that washes over you upon hearing that.

"Are they a known band?" You settle on asking discreet questions, hoping you can get to know them a small bit before getting there. "Hm, I guess so? They have a good amount of streams on their stuff." she says, scrolling through her phone on an app which you assume is probably Spotify, because then she's showing the screen to you.

A list of some of their most popular songs, and you can say that most of them are pretty well known. They have good numbers.

You hum, making Nari turn her phone back and switch it off. She goes back to watching the outside view from the window, quickly flashing by because you're speeding on the road since the destination is still pretty far away. Why is it so damn far away? Almost a 45 minute drive and you're already tired. You're not used to driving for so long.

But you get there.

And when you do, Nari's tenfold more excited (read: annoying) than she was 45 minutes before. She's almost hopping with the way she skips down the parking lot, to the big muscular men you can only assume are securities waiting for the people. You jog up to her in time as she registers your names and shows them the wristband she has on, and you shove back the sleeve of your flannel to show them yours.

When you finally enter the scene, you realize Nari was actually right. The venue isn't as big as you thought, and there are only a few groups of people already, although you believe there are more waiting to get in or arriving. The stage is illuminated with a purple light streak cascading down on it, it looks pretty. How there's a drum set and a keyboard at the back simply waiting to be played on, it almost looks like it's only for show—a display.

You can hear a song playing in the background, faint but there. You mentally praise them for not shattering your eardrums from the moment you walk in, although the group of fans at the front of the stage is doing a damn near good job at it already.

You turn to Nari just in time as you see her pout, crossing her arms like a child as she sulks. "They already took up the front space, how am I gonna get them to notice me now?" she cries out, glaring at the kids at front, hoping they can make way for two more. "Whatever, let's get something to drink," she gives up, walking out of the room, and you trail after her like the babysitter—best friend you are.

"Why do you need them to notice you that bad?" you question, not getting why she seems so desperate for their attention. Wasn't she coming here to find a hookup? "Well how else am I gonna get one of them between my legs tonight?" she answers, loud enough to have the trio of girls that's walking right past you gasp in utter disbelief, or is it disgust? Whichever it is you couldn't tell because they scurry away fast enough with small whispers circulating between them. They look significantly young.

"Wait, you're planning on sleeping with one of them?" You stop in your tracks once you get to the bar. "God—Nari, is that why you did all this? Seriously?" You couldn't believe it. She wants to sleep with one of the band members. You'd understand if it was just a normal fan at this place, but she opted to go for the bigger prize instead. Of course she did, that's what Nari always does.

"What? There’s the problem; I get good dick and a good concert, it's a win win," she shrugs, and you're almost about to blow her head off before she continues talking, "plus, if anything you too can get good dick and a good concert." she winks at you before reverting her attention to the bartender who's asking what she wants to drink.

Your face scrunches up in disgust, and you clear out the thoughts of possibly sleeping with one of these band guys the second they infiltrate your mind. You don't even know them for fuck's sake, and Nari doesn't either. How is she so shameless about this? How is she so sure one of them would be willing to sleep with her? Or you?

Fuck, what if they think you're weirdos for putting yourselves up for sex.

"What makes you think I'd want to sleep with any of them?!" you whisper-yell, causing Nari to whip around and stare at you. Thankfully the bartender walked away before you could embarrass yourself like that. "I mean, they're very fucking hot, but you wouldn't know would you?" she giggles, resting her head on her palm. "Relax, if you don't wanna fuck any of them, then just enjoy their music, I swear they're really good."

"Yeah, I could've agreed with you if you gave me a little background check before we got here." you roll your eyes, scanning the area to see if there is anyone else that could be close enough to overhear your conversation. "Should I go to the bathroom now so I don't have to later?" she suggests, but doesn't even give you the chance to answer as she backs away from the counter and looks up at you, "wait for the drinks, I'll be right back." she states, shooting you finger guns before walking away in search of a bathroom.

She didn't even tell you what she ordered.

Five minutes passed and still no sign of Nari. You’ve already gotten the drinks she ordered and finished yours, leaving hers to coolly remain on the counter. You’ve been staring at it since it was slid there, ice thawing and dissipating into the water leisurely with the time that’s ticking by.

You don’t realize the man that eased his way to the counter at all. Not until he’s standing a few feet away from you and whistling, gaining yours and the bartender's attention. You turn your head to the side, eyes boring into the side of his head. He’s wearing a bucket hat wide enough to cover his hair, and a pair of shades, tinted black.

Why is he wearing sunglasses when the room itself is already dark enough?

Your eyes skim down to the rest of his outfit, mostly consisting of black articles. He looks like he dressed to impress too, just like Nari. Are rock fans always this dedicated? You furrow your eyebrows at the thought of him wearing sunglasses inside again, it makes him look a little funny.

You visibly stiffen your movements when you see him tugging his head back, impassively staring back at you with his lips pursed, and you quickly look back at the guy fixing up the drink he ordered. But you start to feel an immense sense of discomfort when you realize that he’s not letting up his gaze on your figure, so your eyes return to his, in hopes of getting him to stop looking at you.

Damn, the dude is not letting up.

You stare at each other for what feels like minutes—both silent but judging. Then you can hear a faint scoff coming from him as he turns back to his previous position. You don’t know what comes over you but your eyebrows furrow in annoyance, and you feel the need to call him out on whatever he just did, because it left something unsettling inside you and you don’t like it.

“What’s so funny.” you angrily blurt out, but only because of the pent up anger that has been boiling inside you for almost six hours already. He flashes you a glance before taking a sip of his drink (or whatever the hell type of shit they stirred up for him). You wait, quite impatient but still curious.

“You don’t know me, do you?” he finally starts speaking, and his lips curve upwards into a sneer. His voice sounds quite nice. Just the right combination of deep rich and honey that has you shuddering once he begins. “Was a little surprised, that’s all.” he adds, shrugging his shoulders and taking another swig.

“Am I supposed to know who you are?” you ask, turning your body to face him. He definitely has all your attention now. You can’t see his reaction very clearly, the dark shades still hide his eyes well enough to rid you of that. But the noticeable smirk that stays on his lips gives you enough reason to believe your question didn’t take him aback like you thought it would.

“I’d prefer it if you don’t.” he objects, sighing in the process. You stare at him blandly, wondering if he’s being serious or not. “Then what’s your problem?” you fuse out, choosing to ignore the way he cranes his neck to crack it, because although it looks extremely attractive, you cannot help but be irritated. Definitely blaming this on Nari afterwards.

“What’s your name?” he inquires. He looks particularly uninterested. “__,” you say before you can process what he just asked. He nods and reverts his eyes back to the front.

Truthfully, he really didn’t need to get your name—he wasn’t even supposed to meet you back here, you weren’t even supposed to see him—but since you so obviously haven’t recognized him, he figured maybe he could just stay for awhile. You aren’t going to tell anyone anyway, you don’t even know who he is. He’s not going to be overweening and call you out on your mistake, although he felt a gush of sadness wash over him when you said you don’t know him, it hurt his pride just a little bit. He basically lost his chance in using his one true specialty on flirting with a pretty girl.

“What’s yours?” you ask. You don’t actually care about getting his name, but it only seems right to ask him for his after he asked you, so you do. But he backs away from the counter, turning to the side to face you, and he smiles, a seemingly appealing smile that has you blinking back in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that, yeah?” He raises his eyebrows in question, “enjoy the show,” he adds before turning around, and walking through a section of the big room that’s restricted for non-employees. That and the two tall intimidating looking men that walk behind him like personal bodyguards tells you that.

“Thanks?” you whisper, thinking about what he said before disappearing into the dark hallway like some sort of phantom trying to blend in with the shadows. Why didn’t he tell you his name? That’s kind of rude from him, asking you for yours yet refusing to give his. You don’t ponder on it for too long though, because you can hear the squeals of a certain someone while they rush into the room.

She’s panting when she finally stops next to you, chest heaving as if she just ran a mile to get here. “You won’t guess what just happened to me,” she exclaims, bouncing on her toes as she holds your hands for balance. “I met one of them!” she shrieks repeatedly, not giving you a chance to ask as she shakes your shoulders in excitement. “Nari! Calm down, fuck. Who did you meet?” you attempt to stop her over excited jumping, and she takes a moment to down the drink that’s been sitting there for almost ten minutes in one go.

“I met one—”she pants, breathing heavily, “one of the band members,” she says in between big gulps of air. Your eyes widen in shock, “wait, are you serious?” You're not sure if you believe what she just said. How did she just meet one of them? Aren’t they supposed to be preparing to perform? “I’m dead serious! We bumped into each other while he was leaving the bathrooms, and we just started having a conversation and—long story short, he said he’s excited to see me in the crowd in a few!” she squeals.

What the fuck.

“Speaking of which, in a few is literally less than 15 minutes, so let’s go push people out of our way so I can get to see the love of my life.” She doesn’t give you time to answer back as she grabs your hand, pulling you into the small venue again and pushing past people to find a good spot.

While waiting for the performance to begin, you find yourself glancing every two minutes at your phone screen, calculating how long it’ll take for the clock to hit the right time, and each time you switch on the phone, the minutes seem to go by slower.

You aren’t really too eager for it to begin either, you’re hoping in the few minutes that are left something drastic happens that can cancel the entire event so you can leave and head home. Or you can just walk out right now, but that isn’t really an option when you have an excited puppy as a friend. It still bewilders you how she even found them, and got tickets (which not to mention were literally bidded on by thousands yet she managed to win not only one but two) for an exclusive performance.

Or maybe what you don't understand is the fact that she listens to rock now. Last time you checked she still listens to Taylor Swift's old music, and calls them hits. So her listening to an entirely new genre of music had you perplexed the first time hearing it. But seeing her jumping on her toes eagerly just for a band is honestly endearing—she makes it look endearing, in her own little way.

All at once the remaining lights that once illuminated the rest of the room switch off and the faint music that you could once hear is not audible anymore, but you can hear people left and right shouting in your ear, and Nari beside you muttering a little 'oh shit' before joining them. You stay quiet, trying your best not to seem like the odd one in the sea of fans waiting for the long-awaited band to finally make an appearance.

You see the stage getting lit up with brighter shades of purple, while a group of what you guess guys make their way on it, all walking in a line. You can't see them very clearly but they do look seemingly tall. The one standing in the centre says something in the mic, although you can't hear anything and it comes out almost muffled with all the screams and yells that's blocking your hearing. You still try your best to solely focus on the voice speaking through the speakers.

He's introducing them.

You wait a few seconds for the screams to die down, muttering a thankful grace to yourself and focus in on the man talking. He talks about how happy they are to be able to hold a small show for their fans, and everything else you don't really care about, so you ignore the lengthy speech he's giving and avert your eyes on the other men standing beside him.

They all have approximately different heights, not one being the same as the other. They're all dressed in different outfits too. Some dressed in all black while others sport a more lively colored attire.

Despite their faces being somewhat obscured from your line of sight, you still get a well-enough view of their beauty from far away. They're definitely not what you were expecting, some are built while others weren't but that doesn't mean they're any less gorgeous. They're all handsome, maybe a little too much.

You're beginning to understand why Nari picked them.

Speaking of Nari, it's been quite awhile since you've heard her speak. Normally, she gives comments on every little thing, and with the way you've already found yourself mentally praising them without even knowing them properly, you guessed she would be ten times worse. She's oddly quiet though.

Before you can glance at what Nari seems to be doing, there's a loud cheer erupting in the room which startles you. You revert your attention to the stage, wondering why it's suddenly so loud again. The man has given the mic to another one of the band members, and he introduces himself before passing it down to the last one. The cheers seem to get significantly louder with each guy. The last one to get the mic speaks audibly into it, which has the crowd roaring with his unexpectedly nice voice.

But something else catches your attention rather than that godforsaken sexy voice that he has. It's the outfit he's wearing. It looks so familiar, you've seen it before. It's looks way too similar to the guy you-

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

That's the outfit the guy you talked to in the bar had worn, same exact clothes, just now he isn't wearing the black hat and shades he had on before. They're the same person? That's the same guy from before? You realize how he has the same broad shoulders, possibly the same height and overall looks identically to the guy you talked to before. Couldn't be...

Fuck, this so bad, it's terrible.

You feel embarrassed about what you did. It must've made you look stupid to blatantly say you don't know him when you're literally at his concert. God, why didn't he tell you? Could've at least saved you the embarrassment you have to face now that you know he's a part of the band.

Now you understand why he was apparently so surprised you don’t know who he was. It makes perfect sense. And this also explains the terrible choice of disguise he wore, yet still managed to pass with, because you obviously couldn’t see him. He knew you didn't know who he was, and he chose to not tell you and let you find out on your own.

That asshole.

He chose to make you embarrass yourself in front of him and he just stood there looking so proud of himself (which was possibly a little attractive) while you looked stupidly confused. He never gave you his name just so you’ll get it later when he introduces himself. And god, it’s such a brilliant idea but why did he have to do it to you?

It makes you want to crawl into a fucking hole and die. Just end everything right here. This is the most you can take as an adult.

After the introduction they pick it up with a few of their songs from their most recent album. You find yourself enjoying some while others you remain non-responsive. They have some good songs, but you can’t concentrate too much on them, because the only thing that keeps running through your mind is that damn encounter you had a while back with him.

Jungkook.

You don’t know why, but his name is the only one that stayed locked inside your memory after hearing him introduce himself. Actually, his name is the only thing that you’ve been thinking about since you’ve learned it. Not only your (painfully embarrassing) interaction with him, but just him in general. How he looked—how striking his features were even though you barely got a good look at his face. It didn’t matter, it was still enough to have you inwardly drooling as he spoke.

He looked good, too good. And it has you hoping you can catch another close (and personal) glimpse at him. Maybe strike another conversation with him, just so you can ogle at how pretty he looks when he smiles. Maybe if you explain your situation he’d understand and laugh it off? He didn’t seem like the type to be too full of himself.

Yet he did make you feel like an absolute fool. But that wasn’t entirely his fault—it’s technically yours for not knowing he’s in the band. No actually, it’s Nari’s for not telling you their name in the first place.

She just keeps finding ways to fuck up your night.

Having enough of the music blasting, paired with the screaming of fans singing in unison— although off-key and even the wrong lyrics— you push your way out of the crowd and take a deep breath once you finally get your personal proximity back. The horde of people practically fighting for their lives to get into the front line drained you more than actually listening to the music.

The set of big double doors looks exceptionally vacant now that everyone’s cramped up on each other. But a place where you don’t have to hear deafening noises would be much more appreciated. So you quickly slip out the room and make your way down the hall, before once again finding yourself in the now empty bar.

The bartender that used to be there is nowhere to be seen, leaving only you standing in the quiet and lifeless room. Though you’re not complaining—the less people the better, in your opinion. But then again, how are you going to entertain yourself now that you left the actual source of entertainment? Because Nari is not here, and she’s certainly not going to leave the performance just to come keep you company.

You stay there for what seems like forever in the quiet room. The big shelf full of bottles of alcohol that you’ve actually contemplated on counting to save time being your only companionship. You’ve scrolled mindlessly through your phone a few times already, to the point where you memorized which folders are placed where and what their contents are.

You wonder what would’ve happened if you were to reject Nari’s (not so much of an) offer to join her in coming to this shitty place. You wouldn't have known this band existed, not to mention they have actual good music that you might find yourself listening to in the future. You would also not have met Jungkook. If you could call that an actual meeting? Technically you haven’t directly met him yet. He spoke a few words then walked away without even leaving his name, despite you still having learned it later on.

It wasn’t the greatest of first encounters, but it was still something.

You would like to speak to him again, a proper conversation this time. Not some bad excuse of an embarrassing interaction with a cute guy, at least this time you do know his name. And despite knowing absolutely nothing about him other than that, you’re confident enough you can at least hold a conversation with him.

You haven’t been really paying attention to anything around you, the last time you looked around the room, there was an empty bottle of something sitting on the table, and the faint noise of the music playing from a couple doors down. You’ve tried your best to zone it out, but it’s like a ringing in your ear that’s very hard to get rid of.

You don't even notice the way your eyelids begin to droop shut over with traces of tiredness.

“Care to explain why I find you sitting outside of the venue by yourself for the second time tonight?” the sudden voice startles you back into reality. Loud and clear and still as attractive as before. You don’t have to raise your head up to even glance at who it is to know. You can feel his presence very clearly now that he’s spoken up. Yet you still do, the urge of wanting to see him again has been eating at you for the past hour already.

He just stands there, all sweaty and weary but he still looks so good. You take a second to rake your eyes down his body, head to toe just to admire how nice he looks clad in black. You wonder if he can tell how good he looks right now. He probably can. No he definitely can. There’s no way he just walks around not knowing it.

“It’s not nice to stare,” he tediously states, his eyes boring into yours after you finally finish checking him out. His hand—the one with all the pretty tattoos comes up to your chin, gently caressing it for not more than two seconds. He sighs and turns away, walking to the other side of the bar-counter and leaning on top.

“Answer my question.” he urges you, a head nod in your direction following to enhance his insistence. You don’t know why that one sentence affects you so much, but it does. Especially right after the chin caressing... What is he doing? You avert your eyes from his, finding it inexplicably difficult now to keep contact. “I want to be alone,” you answer dryly, still not looking at him. It isn’t a lie but it’s not exactly the truth.

“Why? Is the music not hitting for you?” he asks, mostly sarcastic but also a little genuine and concerned. “You know most people would be very happy if they got to win a wristband to a limited show,” he adds, calmly running his fingers over the edge of the table. You glance at him, sending a glare in hopes to get him to shut up. Frankly, now that you’re actually in the situation, you don’t even want to talk about how bad your day has been.

“It’s not everyday you see someone who doesn’t know who we even are at our show, so it’s just a little intriguing,” he claims assuredly, his voice not wavering from the sudden monotonous tone it dropped to. “I’m glad actually.” A chuckle runs through the quiet silence, and you don’t even have to look up at him to know he’s smiling right now, you can oddly feel it. It makes a chill run up your spine.

“It was amusing to say the least,” he concludes. You can hear the clink of the glass as it hits the counter, followed by the sound of alcohol pouring out of a bottle. You raise your head to observe just as he gulps down the liquid like he’s been needing a refreshment for a while.

“Why are you even here?” you ask, evidently groggy from the sleep you’ve been wanting to catch but keep getting deprived of. You’re already so tired and his presence really isn’t helping considering he’s just here to mock you. “To keep you company,”

“You look like you need it.” He slides the once again filled cup toward you, motioning for you to drink it just like he did.

“I don’t need your company, I need my bed.” you rub your eyes as you speak, concurrently while moving the glass back. You’re not drinking alcohol when you literally need to drive you and Nari safely back. “Let me take you home then.” he proposes, a gentle gleam in his eyes as he hopes you accept his (strangely) friendly offer—that he’d definitely not give every stranger he meets, but just this once.

“Do you realize you have a literal show going on that you’re not even present to? You should probably get back.” as anticipated, you decline in confusion. You tip your head, gawking at him as if he just said the most stupid thing ever. And you actually feel like he did. Jungkook shrugs, “I told them I went to the bathroom.” he responds, rather composed for someone who should be busy running back to his guests.

You scoff. “No one takes that long in the bathroom.” Getting up from the stool you borrowed, you sigh as another problem comes back to mind, the one that got you into this. “Besides, I can’t leave anyway, I'm here with a friend.” you say, groaning afterwards at the thought of staying here another hour or so just to wait for her.

“Your friend? You mean the one who hasn’t bothered checking up on you since you left?” he chuckles, shaking his head, “yeah, what a great friend you have,” he remarks. For some reason it pisses you off, maybe because it’s generally true. He’s technically not wrong, but you don't want him to be right.

“I know she’s not the best but no need to insult her. I did promise her I’d keep an eye on her.” you defensively explain to him. He needs to know that you can’t just leave her here with no ride back home. She’s practically by herself surrounded by strangers right now, you should be back there making sure she’s okay, instead you’re here with this asshole with a poor excuse to get into your pants that has done nothing but bother you since you’ve met him.

“Alright, then you don’t have to go home.” he proposes. “Just stay here.” he tells you, and you swear you can’t seem to keep up with him. Can he make up his mind? “I mean,” he continues, making his way back to the front of the bar, “we both know that’s not what I meant when I said let me take you home,” Jungkook saunters towards you and slides in between your legs by slowly parting them open.

You don’t know what comes over you—maybe it’s the shock, or maybe the sudden urge to have him against you, but you don’t do anything to preclude it, watching as he successfully cages you in with his muscular arms. You have to avoid his gaze and stare at his tattooed skin as he leans down. He seems so brawny up close and personal, so big and muscular. You have to stop yourself from getting any ideas by looking down at your lap, you can already feel the heat rising to your ears.

Jungkook chuckles, searching your eyes as you try to not make eye contact. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs, lifting your chin up with his finger, “you wanna stay here, or do you want me to take you home?” he asks. If anyone would have been eavesdropping into your conversation, the question wouldn’t have had a suggestive innuendo in the slightest. But you do understand what he implied when he asked you it.

You bite your lower lip in thought, not missing the way Jungkook quickly glances down at them before blinking, reverting his eyes back onto yours. You ponder on it for what seems like ages, not knowing what to go for. There’s no one back here, anyway, who’s going to see you? You don’t want to go back to Nari. What’s the point if you’ve already missed half the performances.

“Do we have to go?” you mumble, scared to make too much noise. Jungkook shakes his head momentarily, leaning in closer, so close your noses are brushing. But he halts midway, and patiently waits for your answer. Your jaw locks involuntarily as you peer at his lips, pink and lush, and you wonder how nice it would be to feel them on yours.

Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, kissing a stranger. It has got to exceed some sort of stranger danger limit, possibly has gone beyond it even. But he’s so close, just right there, in your reach and one tug forwards will send you flying into his embrace. It feels so nice, being within close range of him, being able to smell the perfume he used even though most of its scent has washed away. Being able to access his contact without even having to reach for it.

Maybe it wouldn’t be bad to succumb to whatever trance has you in, he already has you trapped inside, might as well make the best of it. You slowly lean in, still considering on flaking before things get any worse, but the sly smirk that his lips curve into tells you more than anything that there’s no way you’re getting out of this now.

Once you feel his perfectly well kept lips on yours, you melt onto them without even meaning to. The slow pace he chooses to go with only makes the blood in your system surge faster, making your body tense up, wanting more. For someone who you swear you’ve caught checking you out multiple times, he’s sure taking his time with things. Not that you complain, but you’d rather not have anyone see you making out in a practically public bar.

That’s until you feel his arms snake around your back, resting on your ass and pulling you closer to him, you gasp in the process, a meek little sound escaping your throat and Jungkook pushes himself forward, desperately grinding his crotch into you. Anything to have you making that pretty sound again. The strong grip he has on your ass makes it easier for you to inch closer to him. Close enough that his shallow thrusts make a noticeable impact on your body.

The hairs on your skin elevate into a painful reminder that it’s cold in the room and his body heat in contrast does little to prevail it. The useless flannel is not even doing its job anymore. So you part your lips from his in order to remove the fabric clinging to your body. Jungkook takes a moment to leer at your pretty form in his hold, you already look like you’re ready to keel over and he‘s barely done anything yet. He chuckles at the thought of seeing you completely fucked out if this is merely the beginning.

The silky skin of your neck becomes hot as Jungkook attaches his mouth to it, fervently sucking and lapping at it to create blemishes. Pretty bruises that he gets to revel in once he’s done with you. You muffle a whine as you hide your face in the crease of his neck, it’s all you can do as he continuously rocks into you while kissing your neck. But the flashy movement of something in the corner of your eye startles you and you shove him away as you see a girl pass by.

You pant breathlessly as you look at Jungkook, he seems to be dismayed with what you just happened. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asks, remaining at his spot further away from you, giving you space since he thinks he’s done something wrong. “Um–no! No, just–maybe we shouldn’t be doing this here,” you stutter anxiously, biting your lip as you look around for anyone who might be observing. Jungkook seems to understand what you’re trying to say and nods, grabbing your hand and the shirt you’ve thrown to the ground in a hurry.

You don’t know where he takes you but you follow him, reluctantly glancing back to see if anyone has seen you. It doesn’t take you long to reach a more secluded place, which you’re grateful for because you just want him to touch you, that’s the only thing you can think about now, and the thought of it has you squeezing your legs together in order to not feel the wetness pulling between them.

You don’t care enough to thoroughly inspect the room, you don’t really know where he’s shoved you into, but there’s no one here to interrupt you and that’s all that matters, and Jungkook apparently thinks so too because the moment he shuts the door he pins you to it and nips at your bottom lip, going straight back to kissing. Only this time it’s far more heated than fervent, teeth clashing and tongue sucking like it’s the last time you’ll ever get to taste each other. You can taste the alcohol that still remains on his tongue, compelling you into a stupor created by just his lips. Right before Jungkook parts away from you, he makes sure to swirl his tongue around yours, letting a string of saliva connect both of your lips as he pulls away.

Normally you’d think it’s fucking gross, spit has never really been one of your turn ons—but the way Jungkook makes it look as if it’s the hottest thing ever has you reeling and you knees almost buckling. “Jump,” he insists, patting the back of your thighs to get you to comply. You’re not thinking clearly, which is the only reason why you obey and leap right into his arms. His hands settle on your ass again and squeeze, making you mewl into his mouth and he grunts in pleasure because you finally made that sound again. The one he’s been longing for ever since he first heard it. He can’t get enough, he doesn’t think he ever will.

Upon reaching the nearest table he sets you down, wasting no time ripping the clothes off your upper-halves, he takes a moment to admire your figure. The slight curve to your waist and hips has him almost drooling, he can’t wait to be able to hold onto them so tightly his grip leaves bruises there too. “Tell me what you want,” he mutters, and you have to momentarily stop breathing to sink in what he just asked from you. You don’t respond, feeling sheepish about the request. Why are you all of a sudden so reticent? Maybe it’s because admitting your thoughts out loud will leave you abashed if he isn’t into them. Or maybe because admitting them out loud is just going to leave you embarrassed when he hears the amount of things you’d like for him to do with you.

But fuck, if he wants you to then you’ll do it, anything just so you can feel his hands on you.

Jungkook stops his movements as he doesn’t hear a response from you, “if you don’t tell me what you want I can’t help you, darling,” he states, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. You whine at the contact, the pad of his thumb tracing circles on the flesh of your hot skin, heated because of how Jungkook peers down at you to answer. “Just—fuck me please,” you plead, a coil igniting inside you at the mere thought, and you wedge your legs together again as he smiles at you, “is that all you want?” he asks. He knows that’s not all, of course he knows, but he wants to hear you say it, wants you to tell him everything you want him to do.

You shake your head furiously, glancing down at his hand, the one with all the tattoos, “your fingers—” you stammer, too bashful to say the entire thing, but Jungkook understands, not needing you to say anything else because even though he loves the way you stumble with your sentences, he wants to be inside you, he’s been wanting to since the moment this all began, and god if he doesn’t get to do it soon he might just actually go crazy. “Want my fingers inside you, hm? Not ready to take my cock just yet?” he asks, so quiet, hushed to the point where the deepness of his voice drops an octave lower and influences how goddamn sexy it sounds.

You don’t say anything, opting to just shake your head silently as he traces his fingers on the inside of your thighs. Jungkook relishes in the soft contact your skin has, so pretty and supple and he wants to get on his own knees and mark every inch of the skin just to later admire how it looks. You’re thankful the clothes you chose to wear were easy to get off, the leather pants not being as tight and stuck to your skin as you thought, made it very easy for Jungkook to slide them off. The lacy underwear you oh so conveniently decided to wear (definitely not after Nari called you out on being grumpy and deprived of sex) gets tugged to the side and you feel a gush of pleasure wash over you when you sense Jungkook’s hand near your dripping core.

Jungkook places open–mouth kisses on your shoulder blade, stopping occasionally to suck on the soft flesh. He’s honestly not very sure how much longer he can keep it up. He moves aside some hair that’s been keeping your neck hidden from him, in an attempt to leave a few more marks on your neck, and you try to ignore the agonizingly slow swirls of his finger running up and down your folds. It feels so good, his hand on your soaked pussy feels so warm, but fucking hell if he doesn’t stop teasing and just fuck you already, you’re going to have to do it yourself.

Jungkook pulls his hand away from where you need it most and skims it up, lightly touching your searing flesh, not missing the chance to grab your breast and massage it gently, before earning him a stifled whine. He hums in satisfaction and continues his way up, before settling on throat. He wraps his hand lightly around your windpipe, and you take a deep breath expecting him to press, but he doesn’t. He draws you in closer by your neck, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before his hand suddenly tugs your jaw open, his thumb inching closer and closer to your mouth. Jungkook places his thumb on your bottom lip, tracing the skin slightly before pushing his way past it, placing his thumb right on your tongue.

“You want my fingers inside you, but you’re not willing to work for it.“ he grumbles, shaking his head as he peers down at you. You avoid his gaze by staring at his arm, fresh tattoos inked on his skin and they’re undeniably beautiful. “such a selfish fucking pussy,” he mutters, his other hand trailing down your torso and waist, before giving a light slap to your cunt. You jolt back, moaning around his thumb at the sudden action. Jungkook takes his thumb out, replacing it with two other fingers as you struggle to breathe calmly. “Suck on them, do something useful,” he taunts you, his other hand going back to rubbing slow circles against your clit. You whimper and give his fingers a brief suck, coating them in the saliva you’ve been secreting. You look up at him and his eyebrows shoot up, as if to ask you when you’re going to start doing what he says.

You swirl your tongue around his calloused fingers, coating and soaking them in your spit until it starts eventually slavering down your throat and his hand. You contract around nothing as his other hand presses on your clit, and he pulls his fingers out of your mouth before trailing it back down to your pussy.

You keen loudly once he finally decides to insert a digit in, the slide being effortless as per the slick that has been ceaselessly pouring out of you. Jungkook watches as you arch your back subconsciously in an attempt to grind down on his hand, and he scoffs at your ungrateful behavior. “Is one not enough for you? You need more?” he teases, sliding in another finger as he pumps them in and out of you with a normal pace. The strain in his pants makes it unbearable for him to work with, but he’ll do it for you. Maybe he shouldn’t have chosen to wear jeans for this, but hell, he didn’t know he’ll be stuck with a girl who gets him going more than he could possibly think.

Your moans subsequently get louder with each pump of his fingers, the curving motion that he’s doing makes it harder to resist the need to cum. The way you gradually start clenching down on his fingers gives Jungkook the assumption that you’re near your orgasm, and he stops kissing across your collarbone and cleavage as he withdraws his hand from your wet cunt. You emit a low whine with the loss of contact, how dare he remove his fingers right when you’re about to cum? With one hand Jungkook ghosts his hand around the back of your bra, unhooking the clasp and removing it from your body, while he places the two fingers he just fucked you with in his mouth, lapping up the sweet arousal you’ve produced just for him.

You take a moment to collect your breath, glancing down to the almost prominent bulge he’s been obviously fighting for a while now. A snicker leaves your mouth and Jungkook has to stop himself from turning you around and making you cum on his tongue a few times. And honestly, he’d love to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, but he needs to be inside you right now. If it wasn’t for his torturously hard and leaking dick in his pants he’s been so painfully aware of (even you took notice of it for fuck’s sake), he would’ve done it. He would’ve loved to have you gagging on his cock, but if he doesn’t do something about it in the next thirty seconds, he’s worried it might actually explode.

He tugs at your dainty underwear, gesturing you to remove it as he focuses on removing the rest of his clothes. Once he’s done shoving the pair of uncomfortable jeans halfway down his legs, Jungkook takes you by your thighs, lifting you up and setting you back down into the table. You shouldn’t be worrying about how cold the surface feels against your bare ass, not when he’s there, nude and pretty much the exact picture you’ve been imagining for the last—two hours now?

He’s so buff, broad shoulders that could probably be used for carrying heavy loads almost tower above you in size. The sleeve tattoos you’ve been waiting to be uncovered finally revealed and, oh they’re so pretty, running up his arm and bicep, ending just a little above his shoulder. You want to take the time to dote on them, praising every splash of ink dotted onto his skin. But Jungkook wraps your legs around his waist, and pulls you closer, aligning himself with your entrance, you lean back, reclining on the table as he pulls you by your hips to be as close to him as possible.

“Fuck—” you mutter, a quiet moan escaping your lips when he drags the tip of his cock down your slit, coating himself with your arousal before sliding in almost gradually to the point you can feel every muscle stretch around him. He’s so big, fills you up so well, not an inch of you isn't satisfied with the way he fits inside you just perfectly. Jungkook grunts when he feels you clamp tightly around him, making it difficult for him to inch further into you. So he pulls out—unfortunately so, he already misses your deliciously addicting walls around him—and shoves himself back in with an intensity that has you becoming woozy as he thrusts into you.

Moans spill out of your mouth without you wanting them to, and you have to bite down on your wrist to prevent them from getting any louder as Jungkook leans down, catching one of your breasts in his mouth and sucking, sucking and licking until the bud of your nipple is fully perked and the skin around it swollen. He retracts, glorifying your form beneath him, so pretty and fucked out, so sensuous and fragile and he doesn’t know if he can keep it up much longer with how you’re whispering and uttering lecherous mewls. Your hips move on their own accord, sinking down in time with his, making his tip hit different spots in you that have you begging for release.

“Shit—you feel so good,” he grumbles, relentlessly drilling into you with a faster pace. “You’re doing so good, fuck—being so good for me,” his moans sound so sultry in your ears, euphonious sounds echoing in your head like bells, and the words slipping past his lips too, perfect chants and praises you’d like to relish in forever. You whine perpetually at the thought of having him praise you like this endlessly without reason. You want to say something back, maybe about how good he’s making you feel, or how perfectly his cock fits inside you, but you can’t—can’t even begin to think about forming coherent phrases. Maybe if he wasn’t sucking on your tits like his fucking life depended on it while inconsistently thrusting into you, you could’ve formulate a sentence, but instead you just moan, keen in response and Jungkook is more than delighted to be able to hear those pretty whines.

Just as you feel the thread keeping you together snap, Jungkook draws out, and you groan at the delay you have to face yet again. But that’s quickly replaced with a whiny gasp when he flips you over, your stomach now laying flat on the surface of the table, and Jungkook traces his thumb up and down your cleft, glazing his fingers in the mess you’ve made. He lets a small splotch of spit drip down to the crevice of your ass, and he uses his thumb to rub it down your slit, briefly sinking it inside your cunt and pumping in and out, watching as the excessive amount of slick that coats your pussy dribbles down your thigh.

The view he’s been gifted with is enough to have him almost coming, but he replaces his thumb with his cock, and dives himself deep inside you, hitting every spot within you perpendicularly. So gorgeous you look, so pretty you sound, so nice you feel and god, he can’t take it. His hand sneakily makes its way down to your stomach, and he lifts your hips just slightly, placing his bag hand on your lower abdomen. In one fast movement Jungkook sheathes himself all the way inside you, his cock brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly and his hand pressing down firmly on your abdomen. You can feel the way he continuously batters your lower stomach, and you sigh, and you know he can feel how your belly protrudes against his hand. A muffled cry leaves your mouth as Jungkook pistons his cock inside you, brimming you with his girth while he leans down, smothering kisses across your back and nape.

He leans into your ear, nibbling slightly on your lobe before sighing, “so pretty, such a pretty slut just for me, right?” he coos, his heart palpitating and you can feel it against your head. You nod in agreement, you head moving up and down intensely as you opt to slam your ass back against his hips to bury him deeper within you. His thrusts seem to slow down, sloppily ramming into you as he feels himself nearing his climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He didn’t think he’d be coming so soon, but he should’ve known better if it was your pussy he was so generously given to gratify. He takes a few seconds to thrust into you before pulling out, maneuvering himself so the thick spurts of cum land on your back instead.

Jungkook doesn’t fail to notice the way you’re both a moaning mess, and he relishes in the sounds you make, wiping the excess come that remain on his tip before so kindly pushing himself back in, and he instantly notes the way you clench around him, seemingly close to your orgasm as well. He makes a few slow drags, watching as the substance that paints your pussy surges out of you and coats his cock. “Mmh, keep—keep doing that,” you stammer, the first sentence you’ve said since he started fucking you. Jungkook complies, his eyes rolling to the back of his as he pulls out just to push back in. “Fuck—so big, fills me up so good,” you purr, your chest undulating heavily as you try to keep your mind at bay.

“Cream on my cock, baby, I know you can.” he coerces. He thinks it’s about time he lets you come anyways, you’ve been so good for him, so docile beneath him, it’s the least he can do. You give a meek little nod, whining as you feel the coil that’s been pleading to burst finally let loose, and you convulse around him, shuddering and wailing and your legs shake. “Such a good girl,” he praises, caressing the curve of your waist as he waits for you to regain your composure. “So perfect for me, yeah?” he coos, subsequently pulling out and smiling as he hears the small whine emit from your throat. Jungkook stuffs two of his fingers inside your dripping cunt, gaping at the way you spasm around them and the come-covered slick that gushes in and out of you as he fucks you.

He decides to spare you from another orgasm and pulls his fingers out, not paying any mind to your dragged out moan as he laps up the substance from his digits. “You taste so fucking good, __.” he grumbles, and you have to grit your eyes tightly in order to not witness the scene, you’re so close to asking him to fuck you again. But you know if you let that happen, there’s no way you’d be able to walk out of this room, even less so driving 45 minutes back home.

Jungkook flips you around, making you sit straight up. The coldness of the table mixed with the wetness between your thighs makes you arch your back, wanting to escape the feeling. Jungkook pulls you towards him, catching your lips in a heated kiss, you can taste yourself on his tongue and it just makes you dart yours further into his mouth. His hands run soothingly across spine, traveling to your hips and waist, and your fingers tug on his hair in return, making him groan in the kiss. Jungkook pulls away, moving the stray hairs that stick messily to your forehead and backs up, pulling his pants back on and disappearing into another room.

You take the moment to gather your thoughts, catching your breath and sighing. You did not expect whatever the hell just happened, but you’re not complaining, you terribly needed it. Jungkook was just the first person willing to give it to you, so you took your chances, and yeah it was possibly the best sex you’ve ever had, but you don’t know if you want it to happen again. Something inside you tells you there’s no way this would be the last time you see each other though, and that frightens you. How easy it was to sleep together despite the obvious tension you had at the first meeting.

It was a one time thing.

Jungkook comes strolling his way towards you, a towel in one hand and two water bottles in the other. You silently praise him for grabbing a bottle of water on his way back, the dryness in your suddenly becoming palpable. “Here, drink this,” he urges, handing you a bottle, and he doesn't need to tell you twice. You reach out and snatch the bottle, quickly removing the cap and gulping down the water to quench your thirst. Jungkook scorns at you, watching as you attempt to squeeze your legs together to prevent fluid from seeping down.

He separates your legs with his hand, intruding in your personal space again. This time though, he’s sure you won’t be surprised by his actions, and he uses the towel to clean the mess between them. You sigh, a satisfying feeling washes over you when you don’t feel so sticky anymore. “Thank you,” you quietly say, not wanting to invade the peaceful silence and make it awkward. “For what?” he asks, still concentrated on thoroughly cleaning you up before backing away, in search of your clothes.

“For the–um, water,” you sheepishly respond, and you want to slap yourself for becoming so shy again in his presence. Jungkook hums, his eyebrows shoot up in response, “only for the water?” he taunts, a small smile decorating his lips as you feel your cheeks heat up. You give him a bashful nod in return, opting to not give him any more attention to not make you a mousy little bitch in front of him. You slip off the edge of the table and bend down to grab your undergarments, ignoring the slight soreness in between your thighs and the way they still faintly quiver.

Jungkook makes it easier for you by tossing you the rest of your clothes, and he grabs his own shirt and tugs it on. He searches for his phone before quickly cheing the time, “we should hurry, they’re fast walkers.” he jests, and you roll your eyes as you bite back the need to laugh.

The two of you quickly leave the room after making yourselves look somewhat presentable, and you sneak past the way you came from before Jungkook gets pulled back. You watch as he gets dragged by your best guess is one of his friends, but you don’t miss the smug smile he sends you before turning back.

In the corner of your eye you catch Nari leaving the room in search of you, and you try your best not to stagger as you try to catch up with her. “Where the hell were you?” she probes, a concerned and irritated expression visible on her face, and you give her a blank stare before continuing to walk. “I’ll explain tomorrow,” you lie, there’s not a chance you’ll be explaining anything to her, even if she’s your friend. “I just wanna sleep.”

Nari frowns, but doesn’t ask anything else, she can tell that you’re exhausted by the way you speak. “Okay,” she starts, “you know, I didn’t get to sleep with him,” she states, and you stiffen upon hearing her, the memory of you and Jungkook still fresh on your. “But at least I got his number. That’s a positive,” she continues, and you had to stifle a laugh because she failed to do what she came here to, but at least she enjoyed the concert. “Yeah, you’ll get there, don't worry.” you reassure her.

You want to scream at that alarm.

It’s been blaring for two minutes now, and it’s causing you a headache. You want to turn over and switch off your phone, but the soreness in your muscles are very prominent this early in the morning. So you groan and scour your entire bed for that damn phone. And when you finally find it, you want to chuck it across the room for giving you so much so early. And you would’ve if it wasn’t for the obscene amount of messages you’ve received overnight.

But one catches your eye. A number you don’t have registered in your phone. And you’re suddenly anxious to read them, not knowing why an unknown number would be texting you so late at night. But you sigh and press on the notification, making it enlarge on your screen so you could get a better look.

+ 82 463 7279: So when can I come by for my second round? - J.K

end notes: i have no clue who’s number it is that i used for this but it’s definitely not jungkook’s.

anyways, i left the ending ambiguous so it looks like it isn’t the last time they’ll see each other, i also implied it into the story as well.

edit: apparently this didn’t queue and i added the wrong time? 😭 i had to schedule it again so i’m an hour late. i’m so sorry !! i hope you enjoyed it though <3

© 2020 jeongjuk

[juliasnrubs]

Outlining: Seven-point structure explained

I’ve used this outline ever since I started writing, and it has helped me so much without being overwhelmed. I think it’s officially called a Seven-Point story structure, but as I’ve used it over the years it’s become my own. Here’s each point explained, plus what I’ve learned (from experience!) what works and what doesn’t.

0- 10% Inciting Incident- Introduction to the world, ending with the point of no return

Keep in mind when you think up these seven points, you don’t have to come up with them in order. I’ve come up with abbreviation for the 7 points (8 if you count the climax)— II, 1PP, 1PPi, M, 2PP, 2PPi, C, R— then come up with a separate list of things I want to have happen in the story. The most important plot points I match up to the outline, then all I have to do is fill in the gaps.

20% 1st Plot point- Starts with the point of no return. Hero receives marching orders

This is when things really start to pick up. During your inciting incident, you’re bogged down with a snappy hook, you’re introducing characters, you’re worldbuilding while trying not to infodump, but by your first plot point, that’s all out of the way. You can really focus on the meat of the story without having to explain everything. Your main characters have already met at this point, now it’s time for them to get to know each other. This is a great spot for fluff and character building- the characters are moving the plot here.

35% 1st Pinch point- Reminder of the antagonistic force

Now that your characters have spent some time together, throw a wrench in the plan with your first pinch point. Now the plot is putting pressure on the characters and moving them to act. Fights are breaking out between characters, tensions are high, trauma is revealed. It’s time for the slightest bit of angst.

50% Midpoint- Big fat plot point that changes the hero AND reader’s experience

When I get a story idea, I usually know the beginning and the end but not the middle. This is where “the middle” is, when you drop a bomb on the whole plot, that one brilliant moment of inspiration when it feels like you’ve got a real story. Whatever your midpoint is, it affects your characters (usually emotionally) and affects the plot by spurring your now-emotional characters into action. Good or bad, your characters are going to be thinking of nothing else for pretty much the entire rest of the book.

65% 2nd Plot point- Consequences of the midpoint

At this point, the characters are still reeling from the midpoint bombshell you just dropped on their heads. Now is the time for more character development— their world has turned upside-down and now they have to adjust. Whether they handle the change gracefully or not is up to you. But right as it seems things are returning to semi-normality…

80% 2nd pinch point- Reminder of the antagonistic force, final injection of new information

EVERYTHING GOES WRONG AGAIN. But for the last time. No more information from this point on. Any twists you’ve had planned are revealed now. Your characters have taken hit after hit for the past few plot points with barely any rest, and this is the final test. What are they really made of?

Climax- The stakes have never been higher

This isn’t really a plot point, but the climax is arguably the most important part of the story and likely the thing you’ve been imagining since you first started telling the story. Everything you’ve written so far- but especially your 2nd pinch point- has built up to this.

100% Resolution- The end

I should save you some time and note that the resolution ends (not starts) at 100%. I made this mistake once and still struggle with properly pacing my endings. Everything from your climax on is resolution. It’s time to tie up all lose ends and your characters can go home, whether that be literal or metaphorical. All plots, sub-plots, and character arcs end here. Not everything has to end with a bow, but your readers should never be thinking “well what about-?” at the end of the book, regardless of whether you’ve got a sequel planned or not.

That’s about it! The more familiar you get with the structure, the more you’ll recognize it in everyday media. These resources can help you understand it and recognize it.

Explains Seven-Point structure, uses Hunger Games as an example:

https://blog.reedsy.com/guide/story-structure/seven-point-story-structure/

Story Structure Database, identifies and explains the plot points of almost any book or movie you can think of:

https://www.helpingwritersbecomeauthors.com/movie-storystructure/star-wars-a-new-hope/

[jiminrings]

I REQUEST A SOFT BADBOY DRABBLE WITH SHY READER AND HES TEASING HER BUT SOMEONE ELSE JOIMS IN AND THEYRE DOING IT TO BE MEAN BUT HES LIKE STFU BEFORE I PUMCH UR FACE ONLY IM ALLOWED TO BULLY SHY READER GRR 😡😡😡😡 and soft readers like 0.o but *squeals incoherently* 😭😭😭😭

last name, jeon.

drabble week: day two

drabble week masterlist

pairing: badboy!jungkook x shy!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "can't you tell that i really don't want you to be here?"

notes: a tiny change on the plot!! also: frat boy!jimin from day four makes an appearance :D

feedback + support mean the world to me!!

“do you wanna form-“

... yes

you DO have an alliance with jungkook

it's a very fair trade honestly

he pretends to be your boyfriend!! there's no specific boundaries to it, but he springs into action as soon as you're put into an inconvenience

in exchange, you whore him out to your friends!!! :D

no but literally that's how he called it

the whole reason this came to be in the first place is because you hATE confrontation with a burning passion

especially when it comes to those "i have a crush on you" moments that people spring on you all of a sudden

you don't like them back!!! that's the truth!!! but the problem is that you aLWAYS feel guilty letting people down

you obviously don't have the obligation to like someone back just because you sit next to them in class :// IT'S JUST IN YOUR NATURE TO FEEL THAT WAY

you wouldn't get into a relationship with said confessor to ease your guilt, clearly

do you plan on denying their advances? yes

but hOW????

you always take the passive-aggressive approach

you get jungkook to carry your bag and hold your hand, walk in front of said person and pretend not to see them, jungkook makes sURE to put some snide eye contact in there aaaaand the whole ordeal is finished :D

you've managed to let someone down slowly without having to speak to them in-person!!!

jungkook comes more handy than that too

you take him when you want to eat out because you're too anxious to eat alone

you take him when you want to go somewhere in which lining up is essential and you're also too anxious to stand by yourself

you take him when you want to go shopping when there's a sale but you're almost always intimidated by the barrage of people and salespeople so he asks and answers the questions for you

jungkook, in hindsight, is the perfect fake boyfriend for you <3

ALSO jungkook wants something from you

"whore me out to the girls from the families your family's friends with, and it's a deal :D"

that alliance and exchange is going pretty well so far

you mAY be on the more-reserved side but that doesn't mean you're self-aware!!!

you know that your parents are loaded and your shy nature could be somehow chalked to that since you didn't really have anyone that wasn't as non-superficial as you'd like, since they were the overprotective helicopter two-rotor seven-blade parents :(((

jungkook, however, is the only constant you have in your formula

you've known him since childhood and have been friends ever since

his mom's your mom's personal assistant, and one day when mrs. jeon couldn't find a babysitter for jungkook, your mom didn't hesitate to let four-year old jungkook come with her to work

jungkook's your fIRST actual friend that hates gold spoons with you because of how tacky they look :-) he's your emotional support person basically

your emotional support person who was sO close to running late from picking you up during his free day >:( you were about to break into a sprint if he arrived a second later, because you managed to spot a jock coming to you from the corner of your eye awhile ago

You Do Not Like Him <3

"and i even changed into a short-sleeved shirt to ward off your suitors. how romantic of me, don't you think?"

now that he mentions it, it's only now when you can drink him in in full-display

... wow

his right arm's the only one with his tattoos while his left's completely blank, but something about the balance just makes you !!!!!!!! even more

his arm's not completely covered but it was coming to be, something about the blank spaces of skin that are yet to be inked being a nice touch

"very romantic, kook."

now tHAT'S the answer he wanted to hear

he forcibly on your helmet for you to showcase, your grunts of annoyance being drowned out by whistling

(he's even looking left and right and making eye contact with anyone who has their eyes landing on you!!!!)

your cheeks smushed is a look he'll never be tired being in awe of, but he'll never tell you that, of course

"do you ever wonder if your parents would kill me if i misplace even a single hair on you?" jungkook thinks out loud and you don't even flinch with how sudden his thoughts could be, sitting on his seat first so it'd already be balanced when you do, "you sure you’re okay riding with me?? on a motorcycle????"

he usually uses yOUR family's vehicles (they let him and insisted he just takes one at this point) but when you called him, he was en route to kim kradle (it's a one-stop vehicle shop apparently) to get new rims for his motorcycle, bUT NOT ANYMORE HE GUESSES????

you come first compared to the booking he's waited on for three weeks

"i have insurance, i think."

no that's the wrong answer

why did you even bother.,,.,

jungkook flicks your nose because your forehead's protected by the helmet, his face contorted in half faux frustration

"you were supposed to be mad at me for asking that — not logical!! don't even joke about that."

"... my life insurance? like, in the instance that i-"

oW THAT HURT

he flicked even harder this time!!!

you roll your eyes at him and it doesn't go unnoticed, a hand outstretching instead of his fingers flexing

“wallet, please.”

????

jungkook's surprised that you even look confused, this time rolling his eyes at you

“you rolled your eyes at me. you need to bribe me so i won’t rat you out.”

right

he has a never-ending knack for the you're rich jokes

you also know that he likes the cold and would turn the fan on even if it's too hot for a blanket, just because he wants to feel cocooned

you also know that he picks from the fourth row of drinks from the front because it's always been a habit

("the germs cling on to the first row!!!")

you also know that maybe, just maybe, you can't stand it tonight when he's putting himself out there instead of being your faux boyfriend

you keep on zoning out and hoseok, perhaps the only tolerable fellow rich kid you can tolerate within your circle, finally connects the dots in his head and snickers

he's been talking about finding the vintage sneakers he's always wanted on depop and how he almost got scammed for like tWENTY minutes already

in reality, all your nods and scowls aren't towards his story

it's to jungkook and... who's that? jihye whose dad is so colossally shitty, that this one rapper wrote a diss song for him? oh yeah, that jihye

"you like him. like actually 'lose your virginity to him' love him."

WHAT???

there's no way

"how did you-"

"you blush like one."

alright that answer was too quick

hoseok should've ATLEAST tried to wait for a few seconds before answering

"a-and the love part?"

"babe, jungkook may not be the richest one here and that should say a lot," you peer up at him nervously and he actually chuckles, peering to everyone at this function, "dude's humble — he could also just be dense to not see you love him."

okay very true

hobi's making a dig rn at how jungkook coinicidentaally happens to be blonde and maybe this is your cue to leave

hobi does not realize that his hair is aLSO dyed blonde while talking shit about jungkook and his hari

okay this is it

once again, you are NOT listening to hoseok and he's figured out what you're doing by now

you're psyching yourself up with a couple of shots and your heels are digging on the carpeted ballroom

MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE OUTGOING!!

"pretend to wobble. it doesn't help that nothing can sink you."

oh okay makes sense

if you're gonna try and charm jungkook while trying to play it off as just being tipsy playfulness, atleast make it believable

hoseok snickers because this is just A+ content with the things that you choose to do in your way

shy girl with high alcohol tolerance mannn coming of age film writers would LOVE you ://

you're about to cross the distance between you and jungkook, but something knocks you on your shoulder with a gentle force that seemed intentional

is that-

hold on a second

"what a coincidence :O"

jimin?

jimin???

as in, wholesome yet slightly fuckboy-ish frat guy jimin???

he looks dashing and composed, meeting your eyes perfectly and he doesn't let your confusion startle him

"i know that look. what am i doing here?"

he says it eloquently as if he's practiced it

AND HE DID!!!

you must've looked so shocked that you immediately apologized, shaking your head no

"i-i didn’t mean-..."

you're confused, sure, but that doesn't mean you're immediately judging

it's just that you never saw jimin here or any function of the like, but you wouldn't put it past him if he does go to these things!!! he looks like a million dollars anyways

"relax, doll. you’re so far the only other person i know that i've seen in these type of things."

he looks calm and collected, but maybe that's just because he spent the last five minutes waiting for you to stand so he could bump into you

this place is just sO suffocating and a familiar face is gonna be his relief from something so fancy that it became mundane

"have we been in the same event before this?"

"not that i recall, no. i get invited but this is only the first time after awhile that i went."

jimin drinks from his champagne flute, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, "wanna know why i'm here?"

you're curious!!! what can you say!!!!

you never really interacted with jimin at all before this, but a familiar face like his is comforting

because hoseok's already engaged in another conversation and jungkook's,,,, being jungkook and is fawning all over jihye

jimin chuckles at your insistent nodding, leaning closer to whisper to your ear

"my stepdad’s loaded as fuck."

oh so that's why

he tugs you down to sit at the nearest possible empty chairs, all its occupants gone anyways because they're in the dancefloor busting tRULY horrendous moves

maybe it's because jimin feels lonely too like you are, and it's him feeling comfortable because he's pulled you like ten seconds ago and not once asked him anything out of bounds

maybe that's why he fell into conversation with you easily because you're always intently listening

"might love me as a real son too. maybe that’s a bonus? you don’t really expect that shit in the things you see."

this situation is actually pretty cute

you snort because maybe you’re nOT that shy when you drink,, that’s the only thing that changes in you probably

this whole conversation that sprung from boredom was unknowingly the subject of many stares, including jungkook who you were initially supposed to go to

“you’re worthy of love, jimin.”

:O

jimin sPITS his drink because where the fuck did THAT come from???

why did you say that and why does he feel that he needed to hear that

“i-i think — i think you need more,” he raises his own glass to your lips hurriedly, caught in surprise but you still gulp nonetheless

“you’re-“ you keep sputtering as he keeps making you drink, but he rubs circles on your back at the same time and it's when you realize that jimin the frat guy may not be that bad, “what??? don’t think you’re not the only one with daddy issues! shouldn’t we have like, a radar for each other?”

jimin snorts at your counter and his eyes crinkle to the point where he can't see anything, not being able to see how you're still trying to recover with all that fizz down your throat

wow ur really enjoyable to talk to

“you’re insane and i think-“

listen

you're not really big on feeling beyond a sense and all that stuff, but you feel as if the aura around you just got dark all of a sudden

"who are you calling insane?"

jungkook appears at your side in an instant, hands wrapped around your shoulders while you remain seated

you've honestly forgotten that you were supposed to go to jungkook, but you're reminded of that vERY clearly now

"go away, jimin," he mutters through his teeth, looking at him dead in the eye

hold on

wait

THAT'S JIMIN???

okay now he's confused

sometimes jungkook's mouth just moves on its own without loading the thought process

"why are YOU here?"

jimin furrows his brows, shocked that he'd even see jungkook here out of all people

the guy barely even attends classes!!! and that's coming from him!!

"why’s he here?"

he crouches to your ear, eyes still furrowed at the younger guy

"long story."

nO???

jungkook scowls bitterly because jesus fuck

YOU’RE ON WHISPERING TERMS NOW????

he left for one second, and the moment he comes back, that's when this fucking frat guy approaches you?? was he waiting on him to leave??

you and jungkook only act as a couple when the need arises, and even if you don't feel it, hE feels that this is the need!!! this is the need and it is arising!!!

"get back to uh, alpha bravo charlie or something, park. beat it."

why’s he reciting the nato phonetic alphabet???

jungkook sounds half-angry and half-sad at the same time, and you don't know which side should you focus on

“move,” he repeats this time again but more sternly, making jimin much more confused since jungkook's trying to pull him away from his seat

jimin doesn't budge and it makes the frown even more evident in jungkook's face

what is he FEELING

“can’t you tell that i really don’t want you to be here?”

“i’m not here for you, though. i’m here for y/n.”

he answers honestly, shis gut telling him that there's definitely something going on between the two of you

“y/n doesn’t want you here," kook argues back surely, only noticing your bitten lips now that makes him realize that you're not exactly sober; just a happy kind of rush

he sees you raise your hand timidly, an equally cheeky smile on your face that's only directed to jungkook like it's meant for him

"i-i actually don’t mind."

you don't,,,

you don't mind?

HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

why aren't you signaling him to commence the faux boyfriend act!!

"y/n has a boyfriend."

“... i’m not hitting on her.”

alright this is more than the entertainment that jimin wished for lol

“yeah, well she has a boyfriend still so beat it.”

you do??

the last time you checked, jihye's gonna have jungkook as her boyfriend within the night!!

“i don-“

ALRIGHT THEN

jimin decides to indulge jungkook, knocking his knee with yours as he winks slyly, urging you silently to watch on, turning to look at you and ask

“what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

you don't answer.

that gives him all the more reason to do so.

“last name, jeon.”

jungkook looks the most determined you've ever seen him, eyes characteristically angry with his arms across his chest that his suit tightens, “first name, me.”

....

......

the three of you know that’s not the truth

jimin takes it in, sighing when he sense that something else is about to be unfold and he does noT want to be a part of it

not before whispering to your ear again for the last time, of course

“pretty weird name if you ask me,” you laugh automatically, momentarily forgetting that jungkook's standing by you on just your opposite side and could hear you

he leaves and that only leaves you with jungkook, looking up at him as he's too frantic to even sit

“what are you doing?”

“being a social butterfly," you quip just as fast, drinking your water afterwards

jungkook only clenches his jaw by then, being taken-aback when you speak again

“who are you doing?”

://

“i’m busy being mad at- wait a minute, WHO???”

who instead of what??

the short-lived enthusiasm you had with jimin left with him, crashing just as hard when you're reminded of jungkook's presence

“jihye’s a pretty nice girl. you should go home early tonight.”

his brows furrow, trying to get you to look at him but you avoid his gaze insistently, “what? what are you talking about?”

“she’s not my girlfriend though.”

you're not at all satisfied with the answer because it sounds so wrong, knowing that jungkook's a handsome guy and everyone wants to be with him!!!

and he probably wants to be with everyone else besides you.

“then who-...”

“don’t know yourself anymore? jimin must’ve really swept you off your feet, huh?”

jungkook huffs as he qualifies for a rebutt, your internal wallowing being cut short

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

...

....

“well would you look at that,” jungkook snickers, sighing through his nose as your eyes finally meet his, directly stubborn yet soft around the edges

“she’s not my girlfriend, and he’s not your boyfriend. what a coincidence.”

god did he feel so threatened the moment his eyes couldn't find you besides hobi and instead next to jimin, eyes crinkled in laughter without hesitation

have you been chasing after one another this whole time?

jungkook silently grabs you by the hand and you wave no opposition to it

maybe it's your liquor-influenced vision or maybe it's you hyperfixating on such a warm moment, but your eyes immediately lock to see the matching red thread bracelet he wore like yours

you're dressed in next year's spring collection line, and the structured silk black gown that has a train behind it doesn't exactly scream to have a simple red thread bracelet as its accessory according to your mom's designer and everyone else —

but you don't have the heart to take it off

there's no need to take it off

jungkook drives your car and no one says a single thing about anything

his hand’s on your thigh and you don’t question it, eyes locking into the way his hand looks perfect and the way the bracelet looks meant to be wrapped in his wrist in the first place

you're sure this time that it's not the newfound courage you have, but rather the need to do it

you kiss jungkook's cheek on a red light.

it's on a red light that jungkook realizes he could fit the visage of his world within one hand, finally kissing you like he's always wanted to

“yeah. what a coincidence.”

[roscgcld]

GOJO SATORU || how annoying

request: What if Gojo twin went with geto and wants to help him achieve his dream since she didn’t want to let him go, and she feels bad that she couldn’t do anything to change his mind.

But if that was the case Gojo just got betrayed by his Best Friend and his own Twin sister almost makes me sad to request this but I’d really want to see Angst between them.

note: this one was a pain to write because i hate angst - like i literally avoid heartbreak stories like the plague because my little heart cannot take it. so this was a little bit out of my comfort zone, and had me pouting cause this is like, the worse case scenario for me lol. but i hope you enjoy!

pronouns: she/her

note: spoilers for volume 0, so read at your own risk!

gojotwins!au masterlist

“Gojo-sensei, who’s this?”

The white-haired shaman looked up from his phone where he was lounging on his chair since he was currently having a free hour in his schedule. Today he is around to teach his group of first years, and after a few hours of class, they have an hour break in between their lesson. Because of this, the first years had decided to chill in Gojo’s office with their teacher.

Gojo’s eyes, hidden behind his simple blacked-out sunglasses, glances over at his student who was holding up a framed picture on his desk. He had only 2 framed pictures - a picture of him and his classmates in their first year, and the other was a picture that he sometimes wondered why he still kept framed in his office.

It was a picture of him and his twin sister, Gojo Y/N. In that picture, they were standing in front of a cherry blossom tree that is on the grounds of the Gojo Clan home. The pictures were one of the last few pictures they took together, and you couldn’t tell that the day after that picture was taken, the smiling girl in the picture would have disappeared. Going into hiding with the man that she loved. “Oh....that.”

Yuji paused when he saw how his sensei’s mood dropped ever so slightly, causing both him and Nobara to share a look before they glanced over at Megumi. The same boy was staring at the picture with a faraway look on his face as well as if all the memories he had of the woman in the picture flashed before his eyes.

“...You should throw that out.” Megumi managed out after a few moments of silence, glancing over at Gojo who had his eyes trailing on the picture. Yuji had placed it down after a few seconds of awkward silence, yet Gojo’s eyes didn’t move away from the smiling faces reflecting back in the picture frame. “I know..”

Yuji, feeling bad that he clearly brought up a bad memory, was about to apologise when Gojo sighs and sat up from his reclined seat. “I can’t live my life avoiding the topic forever.” Gojo sighs as he runs a hand through his fluffy white hair, taking a deep breath before he faces Yuji once more. “The girl in the picture is my twin sister, Y/N. She and I were born with the Six Eyes, and had gone to school together.”

“You have a sister?!” Nobara and Yuji ask in usion, shocked that they had one, never seen this person before. And two had never even heard about this woman - someone who is probably as strong as their sensei. Why had no one mentioned her to them before? “Why didn’t you tell us?” Nobara asks curiously, to which Megumi stepped in to answer when it looked like Gojo is struggling to answer the question. Which that in itself is shocking to the other two in the room. “Y/N-san is...well...she had become a Curse User.”

Whilst Yuji gasped at how she had essentially turned her back on the college, Nobara had caught onto the past tensed that Megumi had used to describe the woman. “What do you mean had?” Nobara asks curiously, to which Megumi actually hesitates before he glances over at Gojo, who had kept silent through the entire exchange. “Is she...did something happen?”

Another moment of silence passed the room before Gojo looked up from the floor; his elbows resting on his knees after he had planted his feet on the ground. “Last year...around December...a huge attack was plotted on the college,” Gojo explained simply as he looks up at the two quiet students that stood before him, hanging onto his every word. “She had not attacked the college...but she was one of the organisers. So by law, if I didn’t do something, the higher-ups would have sent someone to deal with her.”

Immediately both Yuji and Nobara’s eyes widen in shock at what Gojo was insinuating behind his simple words, both of them glancing at each other with wide eyes. Now they knew they had hit a nerve. Yet Gojo seemed like he was going to continue to tell them everything right now since the bandage on the wound had already been ripped open - might as well deal with this all at once.

“I mean - it was better than way. She knew it too.” Gojo said with a sigh as he leans back into his recliner seat, giving his silent student a forced smile; one so fake that it even had Megumi cringing a little. Gojo was once more lost in his thoughts, mind wandering back to the day that he had done the unthinkable. He knew that sometimes being a sorcerer means that you had to make some sacrifices, but for once he wasn’t sure if he was so willing to believe in that saying.

Gojo walked up the flight of steps leading up to the shabby apartment room, following the Curse Energy residue that was left along the hallway, immediately recognising it. It was as if she chose not to even hide where she was; leaving invisible evidence all over the place as they stopped in front of the door where the Curse Energy was the strongest.

Quietly he turns the knob, not even shocked to find it unlocked as he pushed it opened quietly; looking up with a soft smile. “Pardon the intrusion.” He mumbles softly as he looks over at the woman who sat by the window. Her hair blowing softly along with the breeze as she turned her tired eyes over to her; her bright blue eyes glowing in the dark as she stared back at the white bandages that hid his. 

“You make it sound like I didn’t know you were going to come.” 

There was no bitterness in her tone - only sheer tiredness and the same warmth that she exudes every moment of the day. The same warmth that had Gojo’s heart clenching as he closed the door behind him slowly, making his way deeper into the apartment. “I thought the Gojo in you would have sneered at the sheer at the size of this place.”

His comment had the woman laughing softly, looking down at the mug of steaming tea clasped in her hands. The mood was lifted for a few fleeting moments, and Gojo just wants to pretend that everything was alright once more. That the both of them were just hiding it out in a room for a few days whilst they hunted down a Curse User. Like how things used to be. “How...how have you been?”

“...good,” Gojo mumbles as he walks towards his twin sister, the same one who had one day just upped and gone; disappeared with Geto with no more but a letter for her twin to wake up to. The letter was just a rambly letter of how sorry she was that she had to leave, that she chose to end things the way she is doing right now. But she knew that her choosing Geto over the life she has now is a death sentence, but she didn’t want to let go. 

‘When you finally find someone to live for, that makes you feel like you were floating with the clouds about - will you let them go for something as meaningless as status in a world we didn’t even choose to be born in?’

At first, neither of the Gojos spoke, just soaking in the comfort and familiarity that the both of them so sorely miss. In more normal times when they are younger, they will always do this - sitting in silence and just basking in it. Curse Energies just mingling with each other, not needing words as they just sat in the cramp apartment.

But this time it was different.

“Did they send you?” Y/N asks as she looks over at her brother, Gojo blinking when he heard her words and looked away from his clasped hands; his grip tightening when he realised just how relaxed and at peace she was. This was one of the most lovable yet infuriating part of his twin - no matter the situation she is faced with, she always faces it head-on with the most relaxed looks on her face - accepting whatever fate that awaits her on the other side. She doesn’t see the need to fear something as minuscule as death - something that everyone must face once their time comes. 

It was such an infuriating trait of hers that Gojo both loves and hates. “No...I chose to come myself. I don’t trust any of their goons to do it properly.” Gojo admitted in a tight voice, feeling his will waver when he heard the soft laugh that Y/N lets out - a laugh that he had missed hearing for the last few years now. “You never change, huh ‘Toru?”

Gojo just gave her an actual look of annoyance, the same look he’d always give her whenever he realises that she was going to start to lecture him about something he has no interest in. His look had Y/N letting out a soft laugh as she shakes her head in amusement, taking another sip from the teacup that was in her hands. “How annoying.”

Gojo continues to stare at his clasped hands before he sighs softly, his shoulders slumping a little as reality slowly started to box in around him. “I hate that you just accept that this is your reality,” Gojo mumbles softly, not even trying to hide the shakiness in his voice as he tries his hardest to blink past the tears that were gathering in his eyes. “You can’t just...accept something as serious as this so simply...”

Soft footsteps came from where Y/N was seated before a pair of warm hands rested on his cheeks, fingers gently brushing along the moisture that had collected at the bottom of the bandages. Wordlessly Y/N started to undo the bandages that covered his eyes; Gojo not moving to stop her from doing so. Soon the bandages fell in his lap, both of them staring at each other properly.

A warm smile was resting on Y/N’s face, a smile that irked Gojo even more as he viciously wiped at the corners of his eyes. “You are so annoying, you know that?” Gojo grumbles childishly, his arms reaching to wrap around his sister; burying his face into her shirt to hide the tears that seemed never-ending. “A-Always leaving me behind like this..”

Soft fingers carded through his white hair, the woman before him not making further comments as he continues to cry silently into her shirt. “I’m sorry, ‘Toru..” She had whispered out quietly, her voice sounding just as tired and sad as he does as she held him closer. 

Gojo hates this - not only had he just lost his best friend, but he is also going to lose his sister as well. Even when they are apart, knowing deep down that she was at least alive and safe with Geto still brought a sense of peace for him. Even if they couldn't be together, it was just knowing that the other was safe that allowed him to sleep at night.

But now he was the one that is expected to take her life away? He can’t help but hate just how cruel the jujutsu world is that it forces people like Geto and his sister to feel like they had to do the unthinkable in order to feel like they were living life the way they think is right for them. 

He hates it all with a burning passion. 

© roscgcld — all rights reserved to me, rose, the author and creator of these works. do not repost/translate/claim my work as yours on any platform

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DNP Rewatch: UK vs JAPAN School Lunches! with Dan and Phil

Date video was published: 12/11/2017 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 367

The final video of 2017! Get that December spon Phil.

0:00 - “special guest” time again. I love the “breaking news” banner there 😂

0:10 - more breaking news. shared love of food really is a consistent thing in their life

0:15 - shoulder bumps

0:32 - “we thought” more and more I think everything they do is a collaboration in some way

0:49 - getting a lot of use out of that from the dog calendar shoot

0:54 - suuuuure it was, Phil 😂 it had been a while since last time Phil made Dan wear something ridiculous on his channel

1:10 - “is it worth it for the food” I love it

1:16 - Dan is right and he should say it

1:50 - things like this make remember I am close to the same age as DNP...similar childhood things

2:11 - Dan immediately wants to touch the cute object 😊

2:25 - think that would be small enough to fit in your bag so you wouldn’t need a handle

2:30 - I love that it’s a surprise for Dan...so much Phil tongue-thing already in this video...so giggly!

2:50 - “pickled onion” does not sound like it would be great, but are crisp flavors actually flavors? not really

2:55 - Phil being too lazy to actually make a sandwich is somehow not surprising at all

3:18 - yeah I was confused for the longest time because ribena is not a thing in the US. although my partner got me some for my last birthday and now I’m slightly obsessed with it

3:35 - okay...this is the best of the “breaking news” banners 😂

3:48 - “dip dab” makes a lot more sense since you’re dipping it

4:19 - Dan’s little head shake 🥺

4:34 - Phil loves a clumsy-Dan moment

4:49 - think Dan may be speaking from experience there

5:10 - not sure about that... “American” cheese has like no smell or flavor

5:18 - cheese challenge round two

5:44 - just skipping the fruit there...I hope Phil remembered to pick that up after this or it would be unpleasant to find in a couple months

5:50 - why did Phil put so much cheese in there?!

6:17 - that was the tiniest little bite. Dan is enjoying this too much and Phil’s full curl up into a ball, aww 🥺

6:39 - straight to poking Dan with it of course

6:53 - “give us your finest suck” I... 😳

7:05 - they are so comfortable sharing food and drinks in this; it feels like it must be something they do all the time

7:14 - “alright, rich kid” Dan was so ready with that

7:53 - decided not to share the same lollipop on camera

8:07 - this was just an excuse for Phil to buy tons of snacks

8:38 - wow a Vine reference

9:03 - Phil does not give a shit about the comments

9:28 - love that Phil’s letting Dan open this one because he’s so excited about it

9:49 - I do not believe that Phil put this all together himself

10:22 - it is all so delicately put together

10:58 - I want to eat all of this

11:06 - the plot twist of the video!

11:21 - I still don’t believe Phil did this even with cutters

11:35 - literally only using fingers up to this point

11:39 - and then Phil immediately uses his fingers! 😂

11:53 - extremely dramatic feeding music there

12:20 - Phil just going for the back-pat is more deliberate less-jokey touching than usual

12:21 - Japan memories 😭 even if it’s a slightly non-enjoyable one they still sound so found

12:47 - I do not think I would like this...I don’t even like mayo or mustard so that would not help!

13:16 - the strings do not make it look more appetizing

13:41 - Phil had to know he wasn’t going to escape this, lol

13:50 - curling up around his knees again 🥺

14:15 - I’ve had a drink with the marble like that before!

14:36 - love that Phil is already prepared to help him by putting his hand there

14:42 - they both look like they’re afraid it’s going to explode or something

15:03 - just another snack on top of all the other snacks, haha

15:13 - Dan is right...that sounds like a really strange combo. I’m guessing they just look like shrimp. I hope.

15:24 - it is not at all like candy corn

16:13 - Japan wins for Phil!

16:28 - a fond Phil

16:50 - Dan isn’t even joking about not enjoying this video experience

17:01 - full use of that banner effect in this video

17:13 - awww. Phil leaving his link up and not Dan’s though 😂

17:55 - the second year of Gamingmas, and a link to the video with PJ & Sophie, who had come to visit earlier in December

The vibe of this video is so casual. I love it. There were so many great joint videos in 2017.

DNP had a busy December, with Gamingmas, the first year of the kilt tree delivery saga, some snow (1, 2), the Star Wars premiere (1, 2), and Christmas decorating (1, 2, 3).

Both DNP went up to the Isle of Man around December 21 (1, 2, 3, 4). (And let me tell you, the absolute chaos that ensued when Cornelia hinted at then posted the picture that Dan was there too...) Phil stayed through Christmas with his family, while Dan came back home briefly then went to his family’s for Christmas.

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1:0 for kuroo

↳ bottom kuroo x top reader

summary: Y/n plays MonHun with his friends online, however, Kuroo, the scheming cat, has his own game he wants to play.

w.count: 1.4k

content warning: smut, porn without plot, blowjob, deepthroating while y/n is playing a video game with a headset on, swallowing, fingering

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“NO! Nonono! UGH FUCK!”, gripping the controller tightly, or it would have flown through the living room, you clicked your tongue in annoyance when the monster on the screen killed your character, making it so you and your teammates lost the battle – again.

Kuroo was in the other room, looking through some of his work related stuff, when he heard your groaning and moaning, hence the scheming cat got out of his chair and walked over into the living room.

“Okay. Everyone, don’t forget your bombs this time so we can sleep bomb it!”, you didn’t even acknowledge your boyfriend, simply talking about your strategy with your teammates over your headset, hence making Tetsu a little bit jealous – since you didn’t give him any attention.

Smoothly crawling on the couch, as if he was a real cat, he finally got your attention when his muscular arms wrapped around your neck from the side, though before you could say anything, his swift tongue was licking along your outer ear, making you shiver and clench your teeth to suppress a surprised little groan.

“Tetsu. I’m kinda occupied right now.”, covering the mic with one hand so your teammates wouldn’t necessarily listen, you turned to him for a split second, your boyfriend however just grinning with this teasing glint in his golden eyes.

“Oh, don’t mind me, Y/n. Just play your game.”, Kuroo purred, before leaning in once more and sucking on your neck so shamelessly that you couldn’t help but shiver again, though you didn’t say much to it anymore when you turned back to your game and started preparing for the next quest.

However, Kuroo had his own ‘game’ he played when he laid down onto his belly and his hand slipped down your torso and on top of your lap, earning your little hiss as you instinctively spread your legs a bit more – making him chuckle with delight, knowing that you couldn’t resist him or his touches.

“Seriously! Babe! What if they hear?!”, you once more covered the mic as you talked to your boyfriend one last time, trying to get through to him and that him touching you so wantonly was very bad right now since 3 other people could literally listen to your moans if you weren’t careful.

Though Kuroo just silently looked up with those glowing, gold eyes and that messy hair that just begged you to bury your hand into it to mess it up even more, but you resisted as the loading screen faded and your quest began, thus your hands were back on the controller to play.

“It’s your fault for not giving me attention, Kitty.”, he purred eventually and giggled afterwards when he hooked his fingers into your pants and pulled them down without a second thought, exposing your soft dick.

Not wasting another second, he softly wrapped his lips around the tip without even preparing you, making you groan while biting your lip to suppress it. Kuroo simply sucked on your cock gently, almost… lazily. Not rushing at first as he played with your cockhead, letting the tip of his tongue flick against your urethra and teasingly pushing it in just a little, before swirling his wet muscle around, soon tasting drops of precum.

“Fuck, Tetsu!”, you had already pushed the mic up and away from your mouth when you couldn’t hold back a light growl, though it wasn’t just about your friends possibly hearing you, it also affected your play when you were the one to go down to the monster’s KO-Attack first.

“Dude! You need to concentrate!”, said one of your teammates, hence you just deeply growled an “I am!” back, which wasn’t true at all, especially when Tetsu scooched in closer and swallowed more of your fully hard cock by now – damn you, you reacted way too easily and fast to his teasing.

Pressing his thighs together, Kuroo himself was pretty affected just by sucking you off, his own dick growing in his pants and his hand quite quickly slipping back and underneath his clothes to press two fingers against his twitching ass, rubbing against his hole and making himself moan around your cock, the want to be fucked growing each second.

“Oh mY GOD!”, you groaned out, at this point your lips had marks of your own teeth in them, yet you couldn’t hold it back when your cock hit the back of your boyfriend’s throat so easily, Kuroo not even gagging or anything, simply moaning so lewdly around your thick shaft, before ever so slowly pulling back. And after sucking on your cockhead for a few seconds, releasing it with a pop.

Panting a little, tears were already in his golden eyes. A few moments later, he pulled his hand up, spit into it and slipped it back down into his pants and underwear, smearing the make-shift lube around his hole so he could push one finger in.

That spectacle alone was making your cock visibly bounce, because even though you tried to stare onto the big screen, in the corner of your eyes, you could also watch your boyfriend fingering himself as best as he could, only to lightly jump and then jerk your hips when his warm, wet mouth engulfed your cock once more.

Clawing onto your thigh with his free hand, Kuroo bobbed his head, letting his tongue once more explore your little hole as he teased it and pushed his tip slightly inside to earn your delightful hissing, before swallowing your cock whole in one go again, your head hitting the back of his throat and making him choke and moan around your dick in bliss.

Panting already, you wondered if your friends could listen, though at this point you merely thought, “Fuck it!”, since it felt too good, the fight in front of you almost forgotten as you lazily dodged a few attacks, trying not to get killed a second time.

Pushing his fingers in as deep as he could, he explored his ass while his mouth was busy and for a moment, he held your cock between his lips – fully swallowed – before starting to move his head once more, thrusting your dick into his mouth without any restraint, his choked out moans only indicating how good he felt.

“Tetsu, I’m gonna…”, trying to warn him quietly, your hips were inevitably jerking into his mouth as well, hence he pulled back a little to let you thrust into his hot, wet cavern while his fingers vigorously moved, however, sadly, not getting the same satisfaction that you could give him since he couldn’t push as deep as he wanted in the position he was in.

“Baby, fuck! Fuck!”, you pressed out between gritted teeth, your thrusts became erratic and irregular between his lips, your fingers on the controller twitching as you wanted nothing more but to grab his hair and push him down, yet you had to attack the monster on the screen.

Moaning loudly himself, he spurred you on with his lewd, blissful sounds, the bouncing from your cock on his tongue so vivid that he knew you were so, so close, before he pushed down one last time fully, your cock buried balls-deep between his lips as you growled and panted, a blissful moan the last thing escaping your own lips as you released.

Kuroo immediately swallowed, not wasting any second as he gulped down your hot seed, his lips vibrating from his choked pleasurable sounds.

Pulling back at last, you were gasping for breath and your cock bounced back against your tummy, while Kuroo sat back up and pulled out his fingers as well, however the visible outline of his cock against his sweatpants, as well as the dark wet spot from his precum, was enough to make you close the game.

“Sorry, there was a disconnect, let’s talk later!”

Maybe it was a little obvious, especially with the way you panted into the mic, but you didn’t care when you turned it off to put it onto the table, your teammates long forgotten.

“Ahn!”, moaning and also kind of laughing when you tackled him at last, you both fell back into the soft cushions that were adorning your sofa, Tetsu’s grin teasing you, his heart thumping wildly and his legs immediately slung around your hips.

“You are seriously so annoying!”

“I know.”, he laughed, knowing you were joking as well when you laughed with him, before groaning into your mouth when your full lips met his for a passionate kiss.

With that, the scheming cat won his game once again.

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writer’s note: my current obsession is the new monhun rise! so… i thought it was only natural for me to want someone to… “help” during my hunts ;) (lmfao pls don’t take me seriously) anyone who plays monhun here? i’ve been playing monhun since mh4u and for me, as of now i think mh world iceborne is better but that’s probs cuz i am a solo player only and capcom says a big fat fuck you to solo players in rise, so yeah.. i like rise, but being a solo main insect glaive player, i like world iceborne much more for now!

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Breaking Down The Classic Rom-Com

I feel like I haven’t written a fun post in a hot sec so lets talk about one of my favorite subjects: Rom Coms

According to wikipedia, a Rom Com, also known as Romantic Comedy, is “a subgenre of comedy and slice-of-life fiction, focusing on lighthearted, humorous plot lines centered on romantic ideas, such as how true love is able to surmount most obstacles.” In the past, Romantic Comedies have also been called “Chick Flicks” but I think this is devaluing of both women and  the romantic comedy genre. 

The other day, I woke up to find that the most wholesome rom-com couple of all time reunited: Matty & Jenna (Aka Mark Ruffalo & Jennifer Garner). This got me thinking about the beauty of the Rom-Com and how unappreciated they can be. It has been years since we have seen a rom-com with the cultural impact of 13 Going on 30, and I would like to petition for more of them after a sad and painful year. 

I can already hear the millions (in my head this blog is extremely popular) of comments “What about To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?!?” “What about The Kissing Booth?!?” And too that I say, "Good Riddance!” If you’re rating your rom coms on a TATBILB scale, or even WORSE The Kissing booth, I feel sorry for you. Truly I do. So let's dive into the best Rom Coms of all time, but first... 

What makes a Rom-Com good? Well let's start with a relatable as hell main character. I am talking a girl (sometimes guy), who has many flaws, but the audience can see themselves within her/him. Let's use Jenna Rink from 13 Going On 30 as an example. Well, she's literally a 13 year old in a 30 year olds body, but don’t we all still have a preteen hiding inside of all of us? She is 100% willing to be herself at every step, even if that means dancing thriller all alone. She touches on all of our insecurities, while teaching us how to break down our walls. 

Rom-Coms also need characters to make realistic choices. This does not mean that the movie itself is realistic, but rather than you can understand the choices the characters make. Again, 13 going on 30 does a fabulous job of this. Obviously, Jenna traveling in time because of wishing powder is not realistic, but the choices that her and her past self make are. Due to the insecurities of her childhood and a need to feel included, relevant, and powerful Jenna pushes important people out of her life, which happens to so many people in the real world. These decisions force her to miss out on the love of her life, and ultimately, the story ends sadly: the love of her life marries someone else and she is left with tears, wishing powder, and an old doll house. That is until she is able to travel back in time and change the course of her life. 

Lastly, Every classic Rom-Com couple needs to have chemistry. There. I said it. Hollywood loves just casting random famous actors without giving them a proper chemistry read. One great example of this is Julianne Hough and Josh Duhamel in Safe Haven. Both fun, famous, Hollywood actors who have zero chemistry. Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner had more chemistry throwing back Razzles than those two did during an intimate sex scene. 

Alright, now that we have broken down the requirements of a Romantic Comedy, let's jump into the best and worst of all time.

Best: When Harry Met Sally. 9/10. A classic. A tale as old as time. Both Sally & Harry are very flawed, yet relatable characters. Sally is too picky and particular, while Harry is a player. They both suck at relationships, but make rational decisions based on their motivations. We all have friends like these two and their chemistry is on point, both on a friendship and romantic level. They bounce off of one another splendidly. 

Worst: Sleepless in Seattle. 1/10 I know, this is a strong take, but this is a terrible movie about a stalker. Meg Ryan (I don’t even remember her character's name) is the stupidest most unrelatable character I have seen in a long time. She is extremely unlovable, cheats on her SO emotionally, and flies across the country to stalk a man that she has never met before. And then you’re telling me that Tom hanks FALLS FOR HER? Nope. No. I refuse to except this. Plus, their chemistry in this is pretty mediocre (You’ve Got Mail is Way Better) and we only get to see them together once. 

Best: 10 Things I Hate About You. 8/10. I was tempted to leave all high School Rom-Coms off this list, but Heath Ledger is my exception. Talk about likability. Kat is a strong, powerful, independent woman who learns how to be more vulnerable while still being a feminist badass. We all wanted to be Kat growing up. Meanwhile Heath Ledger is the classic bad boy with a soft side, and who wasn’’t into that? Both characters grow into new people throughout the movie making them relatable, complex, and realistic. Not to mention the angel that is Joseph Gordon Levitt, who keeps the audience up beat and smiling throughout the course of this Shakespeare tale

Best: My Big fat Greek Wedding. 10/10.  Have you seen this film recently? Because it is an absolute DELIGHT and so relatable. It dives into the difficulty of family expectation and cultures merging. It also has the cutest proposal of all time with a realistic couple that fights for one another on a daily basis. You laugh. You cry. You get a dynamic cast with wonderful chemistry. You feel invested in the family and the relationship. Just a joyful wonderful film.

Worst: Something Borrowed. 0/10. If you’ve never seen this movie, don’t. Ginnifer Goodwin sleeps with her best friends fiancé and we’re supposed to be okay with it because she liked him first. Hard pass. And she ignores John Krazinski who is right in front of her. She is unlikable, unreliable, and makes dumb decisions that no one else would. 

Best: He’s just not that into you. 9/10  I will go to bat for this movie. It follows several realistic storylines in a Love Actually manor, except they actual seem legit. A woman realizing her boyfriend is never going to marry her. A girl facing the fact that maybe some guys just aren’t that into her, and she isn’t an exception to the rule. A man slowly making the decision to cheat on his wife as they are growing apart. A woman realizing that she is worth way more than her bastard husband. A woman realizing that the person she’s sleeping with will never leave his wife for her. It's compelling, has realistic characters that we can relate to, and still warms your heart in the end. 

Best: The Big Sick. 8/10. Okay to be fair, this is based on a true story so it automatically has realistic characters and decisions. Maybe I should leave this off of the list, but I wish this film got the recognition it deserves. Two lovable main characters who make mistakes that are understandable. Wonderful chemistry between Kumail and his girlfriend as well as her family. 

Best: About Time. 11/10 This is hands down the best Rom-Com of all time and Potentially the best film of all time as well. If you don’t cry in this movie you do not have a heart or soul. The characters are SO insanely likable and adorable.It touches on the importance of family and valuing time and how little of it we have. The chemistry within the whole cast is palpable, and we can all relate to at least one character, whether it is the protagonist Tim, his wife Mary, his sister Kit-Kat, or his father. 

Well it is important to point out the obvious here: this list is lacking diversity in a huge way. All but one of these movies follow a cis, straight, white couple, and that is extremely concerning. People have attempted to make more diverse rom-coms over the past few years, but they all seem to be lacking one of the three core components of what makes a rom-com great: Relatable, realistic, and great chemistry. For example. Crazy Rich Asians was a fantastic film, but the high level of wealth that Nick Young comes from, made his character difficult to relate to, and I’m sorry but the chemistry just wasn’t there for me. Always Be My Maybe’s characters fell flat and it’s not a film I would want to watch more than once. Love Simon made some huge waves for LGBTQ representation in the media, but that ending kiss was unrealistic along with his friends reaction to fining out he was lying, which left the movie anti-climactic by the end. 

Now, the most recent film on this list was made in 2017. And before that 2013. So where have all the Rom Coms gone? Why don’t we see more of them. There are a few Rom Coms that could be contenders on the “Best” list from the last couple of years that include a small amount of diversity: 

Yesterday 7/10. The big question here is does this count as a romantic comedy? The love story isn’t the main plot, but is definitely a large sub-plot. This movie features an interracial couple and is highly re-watchable. The main characters are entertaining, relatable, and have pretty good chemistry. We will see if it stands the test of time. 

The Broken Hearts Gallery 7/10. This movie has gotten NO recognition. The main character, Lucy, is an extremely likable 20 something, not unlike our Ginnifer Goodwin in He’s Just not that Into You. The plot is fun and predictable but keeps you watching. I don’t know if this one will stay on my list long, but it’s definitely up there. 

But here is my challenge to Hollywood: create some new, beautiful Rom Coms that celebrate diversity but that don’t throw away the relatable, realistic, and high chemistry characters that we are just waiting to fall in love with. It’s got like 16 ideas up my sleeve, so just give me a call Hollywood. 

[queen-ch3rry]

Thoughts on Art - a small essay thing

This is something that has been going through my mind quite a lot since I've been learning ways to be better at my drawing, painting, and creation process.

How is it art seems to be the only topic where there is only “one right way” to do it? Have you ever noticed this?

A kind friend (shoutout @garnets-and-dragons!!) introduced me to an interesting art "hack," the “grid drawing method.” I literally never knew about it. For those unfamiliar with what this is, it constitutes drawing a grid onto a reference photography, then transferring the grid in proper scale to a paper or digital canvas. You draw what you see in each box however accurate you choose to, as the artist.

Personal opinion: this has brought a great deal of joy back into my creative life. Actually, that's nearly an understatement. As a perfectionist my nature (probably stemming way back to my childhood if I think long enough), I typically never love a lot of my art. Not an intense “I'm so very proud of this” type of feeling. Because I see everything I get wrong, the struggles, the lack of grounding an idea onto paper/etc. Combine this with the painful lingering headaches I've had as a side effect from my COVID shot last summer, and art very, very quickly felt like torture when it didn't go right.

Especially with cars. Unlike animals, which can be built up with a uniform concept of circles building on other shapes, cars are all different. As soon as I figure out how to draw one of my OCs, I want to draw another who looks entirely different (year and model playing hugely into this too) and it's back to square one again. This is what scared me so much doing commissions, and prevented me from accepting modern cars or body types I wasn't familiar with.

Back on topic… learning how to use even a rough, vague idea of a grid has helped me become happy with my art. I can plot exactly how I want the character to look and then build a background (yay, new skills!!) around it. It actually works together! I believe now I can tackle all of the major ideas for character scenes that have been rattling around in my head for YEARS.

Yet.

Even though quick research proves Leonardo da Vinci, ancient Egyptians, and many other highly respected classic and legendary artists used grids, plumb lines, and other methods to “short cut” a tedious, wholly freehanded, no guides at all, sketch… the internet is ablaze with controversy and I have seen equally positive and negative thoughts. The negative is very black and white:

“If you use a grid to draw, you clearly have no talent.” “Anyone good enough should never have to use this.” “This is cheating.” “You're not a real artist if you use this method. Shame on you.” “This is glorified dot-to-dot for adults.”

Let's take a step back… I'm not defending myself or anyone who uses any “guides” right now. This is just an unbiased view.

• Is using CTRL-Z when doing digital art cheating? (You can instantly remove a mistake!) • Is digital art itself no form of art because you can have potentially thousands of resources at hand that don't cost a fifth of what traditional art supplies can? • Are erasers in trad. art cheating? (You ought to be good enough to not use one at all. right? If we listen to the “grid and plumb line” critics) • Is using Photoshop cheating?? It can completely change an image to be unrecognizable from its former self. Action sets do all the work for you. Yet that's considered an art form.

Or, let's not look at art at all.

• Is using spellcheck cheating? • Is hiring an editor to comb over your manuscript cheating? • Does using a dictionary or thesaurus mean you have 0 literary skill if you don't know the meaning or synonym/antonym for a single word yet can construct a good story otherwise? • Does using a calculator mean you're an idiot with zero skills? Hey, even if you don't understand math, what shame is there in using a calculator?? None!

I would think the answer is NO to all of these things.

So, why is there this huge controversy with art? You can only do it ONE WAY which is deemed “correct” (by who?) and deviating means… you have no talent?

I have a bit of a hard time swallowing that using mathematical measurements to make art I'm truly excited about continuing for the first time in literally years means I'm not a “real” creative person. The grid does only one percent of the work for me.

• I have to fill it in however detailed I chose. It's not a preprinted coloring page, after all. • I have to transform certain areas to fit a cartoony look. • I have to remember what I've learned so far for value, saturation and hue to color it in a way that's either believable or at the least, appealing, to my eyes and a viewer. • I have to hand draw all of my background elements in (again using value, saturation and hue to look nice)

How does using one single tool make an artist a cheater? Using a grid as an aid is not tracing a photo line for line and passing it off as my own creation. A grid doesn't even equal a flawless result! Nor is it the way too common art theft that populates the world where someone steals someone else's art, recolors it (or not) and “now it's mine.”

End thoughts: I hope any creator that uses a tool (ruler, grid, plumb line, compass, French curve, etc.) to make them feel happy and satisfied for potentially the first time in their life with their work doesn't get beaten down by the critics. People who say you're a “baby” or “fool” because you can't do things the way they do it doesn't mean anyone's way is right or wrong. And being severe and hurtful in their opinions is the kind of insensitivity a person with a low self-esteem in what they do does not need to hear.

I wish everyone to create freely, in whichever way works for them (minus outright theft) and can understand there's a whole lot more to life than what one person says is right or wrong.

Oh, and about this one person who said “anyone who has to use a grid has no talent?” Someone asked them if they could draw. They said yes. They drew hyper realistically. Did amazing portraits, in their words. Next was inquired: “I want to see/Show me your art.” By 5 different people.

The person who cried foul about “tools equal cheating” oddly enough refused to share any art, any links, anything at all. Their account was completely empty.

Kind of makes you wonder if they were a troll just trying to hurt others, doesn't it?

— Ginger (V16ClassyCaddy.art)