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me when i realize that i’m obsessed with song lyrics that are about guns and shooting 😵💫😵💫
#like not in a bad way i think but in a 1975 tumblr pale blog way edgy idk k#it’s just so fun#to sing it#and like do a hand motion toooooo#ugh 😩😩#my post#text#guns
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if you feel like writing something for it i go sooooooooo feral for competitive and pining hangman and reader!!! i love you!
i love you toooooo <3
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"Get your card out now, Seresin, 'cause I'm not buying this round." You gloat, a sick smirk on your face as your tongue pokes out of your mouth. You're aiming carefully for the dartboard, but you wouldn't complain if the dart bounced off of Fanboy's backside. After all, he is bending over rather obnoxiously close to your game.
"Go ahead, darlin'." Hangman mocks you, a sneer in his voice as he motions with the neck of his beer bottle to the board, "Knock 'em dead."
You do just that. You nail 9 darts into the board, 5 into the bullseye, your personal record, 3 in the second smallest ring, and one that straggles near the outermost ring. Still, a damn good round.
"That's right!" You boast, rounding on Hangman and pointing at your score, "Let's see you beat that, Bagman."
There's typically a hyperfocus that takes over Jake's brain during a round of darts. Especially if it's Bradley he's playing against, but then he's not really aiming for the dartboard, more for the man's shoes.
Now, though, Jake can't focus on his game. There's too much going on, you're swinging your hips in victory to the beat of the song that's playing, and right when he thinks he's got himself concentrated, you whip a strand of hair over your shoulder and it sends a gust of your shampoo his way.
His wrist gives out mid-throw. The dart sails down into the hardwood floor of the bar, stuck in a plank.
"Nice throw, Hangman," You snicker, "But you're supposed to be aiming for the board."
"I got it, I got it," He grumbles, "Just- could'ja not stand so damn close?"
"Why," You look at him with a glimmer of mischief in your eyes, stepping forwards to prop your chin on his shoulder, "Am I distracting you?"
"Get off," Jake growls, but he doesn't have the heart to shove at you. instead he reaches up, toned bicep now flush to your neck. He nudges your face off of him with a massive hand against your cheek, standing square in firing position, "Back up, little lady."
You do as you're told, right into Bradley.
"Oh! Sorry, Rooster," You laugh, and the man grips your hips to scoot you to the side so he can pass, "Didn't see you back there."
By the time you've turned back to the board, Jake has nailed all eight remaining darts into the bullseye, and you have a sneaking suspicion he'd envisioned a certain mustached-pilot while doing it.
#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n#hangman#hangman x reader#hangman x you#hangman x y/n#hangman fanfiction#hangman imagine#jake hangman seresin#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin imagine#jake hangman seresin fanfiction#jake hangman seresin x you#jake hangman seresin x y/n#top gun#top gun x reader#top gun maverick#top gun maverick x reader
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Seb Sallow x Reader Crucio Scene
FULL DISCLOSURE: this was inspired by a @toppersbitch post (“Cry All You Want”) in response to an anon prompt. I liked the prompt & wanted to riff off it--so check that one out toooooo okay - you (probs Ravenclaw), Sebastian, and Ominis are trapped oh no! (All characters 18+ & warning: descriptions of pain)
“If you cast Crucio, you will regret it forever.”
You’re inclined to believe Ominis. But that doesn’t help your situation at the present moment. You walk back to Sebastian, anxious to be out of the dank crypt.
“What do we do now? Ominis is not going to cast the Cruciatus Curse again.”
Sebastian swears.
“Ridiculous! As if dying in here is a better option than casting a damned spell.”
He kicks the floor and throws a glare in Ominis’s direction. He then looks back at you and sighs.
“It’s up to us,” he says. “I can teach you Crucio, or I can cast it on you.”
A jolt of shock shoots through you. Me, cast Crucio?
“Wait—you didn’t say you knew how to cast Crucio,” you say.
“Because I’m not sure I do.” Sebastian runs a tense hand through his hair. “Ominis knows that, yet he’s left us no choice—I don’t yearn to follow in Noctua Gaunt’s footsteps. I think I can cast it if I have to.”
You’ve always lived by the mantra that knowledge can never hurt you… but an Unforgivable Curse? And to cast it on Sebastian? No. You’ve made up your mind.
“I want to learn the curse, but I won’t cast it on you. You need to cast it on me.”
Sebastian nods once. You caught his eyes darken, though, in the flickering light of the torch on the wall beside you both. You hope he knows you won’t blame him.
“I shan’t forget this,” he says. “To cast Crucio, move your wand like so…”
He swings his wand in a terse motion, and you mimic his movements. It feels jagged and sharp in your wrist. Sebastian watches you, nodding.
“Right. And you’d aim at your target and say ‘Crucio’ as firmly as you can.”
“All right,” you say. “Thank you.”
He smiles tightly in response. You’re not sure how to feel about your newfound ability. Proud? Scared? The choice to cast the spell remains within your hands, but given the temptation…
“Ready?” Sebastian has positioned himself on the other side of the corridor, wand at the ready. You push the previous thoughts away and take a deep breath, gripping your wand tightly and setting your feet, sure to not keep your knees locked. In any other circumstance, you’d feel as if you were about to mount a broom.
“I’m ready.”
The air stands still, and it feels as though it's just you and Sebastian in the room as he swings his wand.
“Crucio!”
The effect is immediate. Your skin, your bones, your blood, boiling, stinging, burning, aching, bruising. A groan escapes you as you fall to the ground, all the breath knocked out of your lungs. You dimly hear Sebastian ask you if you’re all right, but even if you wanted to respond, you couldn’t force any sound out besides a pained moan. You hate crying, but you can’t stop tears from streaming down your face.
And yet, the stimulation—because you know the pain isn’t truly physical, it’s just a manipulation of your brain’s communication with the nerve endings in your body… it feels as though shockwaves of adrenaline are being pumped through your veins. You’ve never felt more alive.
And as the pain dulls and eventually disappears, your vision clears, and you feel Sebastian kneeling down next to you with a hand on your back, a tenderness in his eyes, you feel yourself laugh. You clap a hand over your mouth; Sebastian’s brow furrows.
“Are you all right? I’ve never heard of someone laughing after undergoing the Cruciatus Curse.”
“Yes,” you respond, breathless, beginning to wipe the wetness from your face. “Yes, the pain… it’s gone. I just feel so… exhilarated now… if that makes sense.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, and you feel your face flush. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you catch a bit of a smirk from him.
“I suppose. Cry all you want, I’m beginning to think you like this.”
As if it was possible, your face heats up even more, when Ominis mercifully cuts in to the conversation.
“Are you both all right?”
#sebastian sallow#x reader#hogwarts legacy#harry potter#cruciatus curse#sorry?#fanfic#sebastian sallow x reader
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when i watch their videos im looking at their faces, unless they say or do something obviously sexual then yeah im like😛😏😋 but the dick prints and little hand/finger motions etc i never really notice until i see it in edits of the video LMFAO im usually just smiling like a dumbass at how funny and cute they are BUT DONT GET ME WRONG there are videos where one or all of them be looking a little toooooo good and the slut comes out of me
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Same i don’t even notice the slutty moments sometimes bc my ass is laughing so bad the entire time like 😭😭😭😭 Im also looking at Nick 99% of the time
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The RO Awards 1
The voting has come to an end and it's time to reveal the reactions of your chosen RO's as well as their placing.
"Please, seat!" I gesture towards the seat.
As I motioned towards the chair, Clara took a seat, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "So Author, rooting for anyone?" she inquired with a playful grin.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "My dear Clara, you know I don't play favorites. That would be unfair."
Variel piped up, "But surely you have a personal preference, even if you're not admitting it."
I simply smiled, refusing to give a direct answer. Lucian let out a laugh, clearly amused by our banter.
However, our conversation was soon interrupted by the arrival of a stunning woman. Her hair was the color of midnight, her skin a warm ivory, and her eyes a swirling caramel. Standing at 5'6 with a lean and petite frame, she commanded attention with her mere presence.
As she made her way over to us, I could sense the excitement in the air. Clara sat up straighter, Variel's curiosity was piqued, and even Lucian seemed eager to hear what our guest had to say.
I gestured towards her and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce our special guest who will be revealing the results of the polls."
"Serena Fairclough, The Cunning Fox the winner of my last RO award." Serena bowed her head with a flourish.
"And Stealer Of Hearts if I may add!" she grins.
As she approached Clara, Serena's eyes wandered up and down, sizing up the scandalous princess. "So this is the one I've been hearing about," she remarked, her tone playful.
Clara shot back with a smirk, "I think playful is a much better term."
Serena's eyebrow raised, intrigued. "Oh? And what kind of games are you playing?" she inquired.
Clara winked, "What I don't show you after the results!"
I laughed at Serena's flirtatious behavior. "I swear, Serena, you'll flirt with anything that can walk."
Serena replied with a chuckle, "I have you know that I have boundaries, Author, such as animals!" Her gaze then shifted to Variel. "But I think I can make an exception for you, hot stuff," she said, her tone teasing.
Variel rolled her eyes. "Foolish human, don't play with fire if you don't want to get burned."
Undeterred, Serena walked closer to Variel, getting in her personal space. "I'm flattered that you care for me, hottie, but I don't mind if you leave love marks on my body," she said, making kissing sounds with her lips.
Variel blushed and quickly stepped away, as if she had been burned. "Be careful what you wish for," she growled.
Serena felt encouraged by Variel's response and stepped closer again. "So you're thinking about it then?" she said, blowing a kiss at Variel.
"One more step and I..I!" Variel stammers.
Serena let out a laugh at the flustered dragon and turned her predatory gaze towards Lucian. She moved her hands towards her nose and sniffed the air as she asked, "How about you, cutie? You smell innocent."
Lucian stumbled over his words, unable to form a coherent response.
"Don't worry," Serena said, slapping Lucian's shoulder. "I know a teammate of mine named Amelia, and she's a cute angel perfect for you."
Then, her eyes fell upon Lucas. "Hey, handsome," she began, but Lucas quickly raised his hand in front of her face.
"One more word and I'll cut you down," Lucas warned, his gaze piercing.
Serena couldn't help but grin. "Handsome and dangerous," she said. "You're like Looney, lean and mean."
Lucas chuckled at the comparison. "Ahh yes the assassin!
"Now that we have met everybody, why don't you do the honors Serena! I hand Serena the envelope.
Serena took the envelope from my hands and shuffle them in order. "Alrighty, first place goessssss toooooo!"
"Clara Dacre, The Royal Princess"
Clara gracefully stood up from her seat, her posture regal as ever. She paused for a moment, taking in the cheers and applause from everyone around her. With a smile, she cleared her throat and began to speak.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I'm truly honored to receive this award," Clara's voice was warm and sincere. "I have to admit, I wasn't expecting this at all. There were so many amazing candidates, and I feel humbled to be chosen among them."
She paused again, looking around the room at each of the ROs, before turning back to face the audience. "I couldn't have done this without the support of my fellow characters, my Author, and of course, my beloved Readers. You inspire me every day, and I'm grateful for the opportunity to bring a little bit of joy into your lives."
Clara's eyes sparkled with emotion as she continued. "I promise to keep working hard, to keep growing as a character, and to always be there for you. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart."
She started to teared up a bit. "Thank you again my Readers, you don't know how much this means to me! she sat down and drying her tears with her handerchief.
"I guess being the beautiful and flirty is sure way to win 1st place!" Serena boast.
Serena opened the next envelope. "2nd place goes toooo our moody bodyguard!"
Clara's eyes widened in surprise as she turned to face me. "Author, I thought you were impartial to the results!" she exclaimed.
I shrugged helplessly. "I was, but I couldn't see the final tally unless I participated."
"Stop picking on the Author, Clara," Lucas interjected, coming to my defense.
Variel laughed teasingly. "You only say that because they voted for you," she said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Lucas remained quiet, but a wide grin spread across his face, clearly enjoying the playful banter between everyone.
"Anyways, Lucas why don't you give your speech!" I try to change the topic away from me.
Lucas stood up, his expression hard and stoic as he faced the group. "I want to express my gratitude to everyone who participated, especially the Readers who had to put up with someone as difficult as myself."
Variel let out a cheer, followed by an enthusiastic "Hear, hear!" from the rest of the group.
"But," Lucas continued, "I need to get something off my chest." He turned to face the ROs, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "In your face, and in your face, and in your face!" he said, pointing at each of the ROs in turn.
Variel's eyes narrowed as she fumed with anger. "You're just second place, and you're gloating?" she spat.
Lucas shrugged, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Hey, it's better than being you!" he mocked, taunting Variel with a victory dance.
Serena looked at me, her expression one of shock. "Is he alright?" she asked, concerned.
"He's just happy," I replied with a chuckle. "Very happy."
"So I'm gonna bath my eyes with holy water later but let's go next to 3rd place.
"Variel, The Raging Inferno"
As Variel looked at me with a perplexed expression, the rest of the group erupted in laughter, with Serena, Clara, and Lucas nearly doubling over in amusement. Lucian tried his best to stifle his laughter, covering his mouth with his hand.
Confused and a bit embarrassed, Variel turned her attention back to me. "What's a dracussy?" she asked, still clearly puzzled.
I quickly tried to redirect the conversation, urging Variel to give her speech. "Don't mind that, Variel," I said, motioning for her to take the stage. "Why don't you give your speech?"
Variel's voice was steady and strong as she addressed the group. Her eyes shone with a fierce determination, and her body seemed to radiate confidence.
"I want to thank all of you for this honor," she began, her voice ringing out through the room. "It means more to me than you could ever know. You have given me the motivation to push myself harder, to strive for greatness in all that I do."
She took a deep breath, and the room fell silent, hanging on her every word.
"I promise you this: I will not rest on my laurels. I will not be satisfied with mediocrity. I will exceed your expectations, and I will do it with everything I have."
There was a pause, and then the room erupted into applause, cheers and whistles filling the air. Variel stood there, a smile spreading across her face, basking in the glow of their admiration.
"The last but not the least, Lucian The God Of Fertility"
Lucian's face lit up with joy as he jumped up from his seat, his whole body vibrating with excitement. "Thank you, thank you so much Readers! I may have only come in 4th place, but I promise you, I will become the most interesting and captivating RO you've ever seen! You have my word!" His determination shone brightly in his eyes, and his smile was wide and infectious, radiating pure enthusiasm and eagerness to please.
The room is filled with applause and whistle.
I smiled at my computer screen, feeling grateful for the support and love I received from my readers. "Well that's that but Author may I ask when you're coming back to us?" Serena's voice brought me back to the present.
I chuckled and bopped her nose. "Soon Serena, soon. There is still much I have to do here."
She gave a small pout but then laughed. "Alright, but be fast because I'm getting bored with Elrick's jokes!"
I saluted her with a smile. "Good luck with that!"
Turning back to my computer, I addressed my readers. "So, that's the end of this review my readers, and I hope you enjoyed it. I also want to take a moment to thank you for supporting and following me. The words and admiration I receive for my characters are overwhelming and give me encouragement to keep writing, even when I feel weary."
I paused for a moment, taking in the warmth of the love and support of my readers, before continuing. "Have a fun day ahead my readers, and this is Author signing out!" With a wave, I ended the broadcast, feeling grateful for the chance to share my stories with the world.
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heartless (explicit)
genre: pwp, smut, exes hooking up - a part of the jeju shore collab !
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.
word count: 7.4k
other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd
contains: explicit sexual content!!! set in 2009, member POV, established relationship (exes), mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jk blows a stranger (definitely not anyone we know 👀) in a bar bathroom, some good ol' fashioned 2009 biphobia lmao, EXCESSIVE use of petnames (kookie and jagi) like it's really too much, cunnilingus, fingering, a lot of pussy appreciation bc of who i am as a person, they make a sex tape 🎥 (reader films jk going down on her), hot tub sex, jk makes reader come with a hot tub jet, unprotected sex (smh 😔), nothing in this fic is sexually healthy pls do not replicate, multiple orgasms/overstim, a lil bit of marking, jk is toxic and i kind of love him oops, don't fight me for the ending
A/N: it's here it's here it's here!!!!! happy jeju shore day 🥰 i'm so excited to share this one with y'all, it really was supposed to be a joke thing like ~sammi and ron vibes~ yknow and then idk.... this fic ran away with me,, like tell me why i ship kookie and jagi lowkey 🥺 over here like maybe one day they'll work it out 🥺 ANYWAY uhhh heed the warnings, this one's a doozy, have fun, stay hydrated 💦 and make sure you check out jai and hali's fics toooooo for your full ~weekend at the shore~ !!!! love you babes, thank you as always for reading 😘💜
read on AO3 !
“Shit, gonna come.”
Thank god, Jungkook thinks to himself. This guy has some impressive stamina, which he’d normally appreciate, but he’s in a bad mood tonight. Getting his throat fucked hasn’t helped like he thought it might.
Even though the guy is cute, with a big body and a sweet set of dimples, Jungkook is just going through the motions. He’s annoyed by the way the bathroom floor is digging into his knees, the way his jaw is starting to lock up with how long he’s been at this.
He shuts his eyes, remembers to breathe through his nose, and then a hand presses hard to the back of his head and his mouth starts to fill, bitter and heady. Careful not to spill a drop, Jungkook keeps his suction tight through the cock-twitches of this guy’s— he didn’t get his name, because he really doesn’t care to know it— orgasm, until he finally feels the fingers in his hair release.
Jungkook gets to his feet and stumbles to the sink, gripping the porcelain edge while he spits out the glossy strings of a stranger’s load. He’s not a swallower, because he’s not gay. He’s just good at sucking dick— and Jungkook likes doing things he’s good at.
“Appreciate it!” The stranger’s voice echoes over his shoulder, followed by the sound of the bathroom door swinging on its hinges and slamming shut, leaving him alone with a sink full of cum.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Jungkook stares himself down in the mirror, runs a hand over his hair to make sure it didn’t get fucked up from that guy’s truly obscenely large hand. Thankfully his extra-hold gel seems to be doing its job.
At the realization that his teeth are grinding together, he presses a knuckle into the hinge of his jaw, trying to encourage it to relax. He’s been clenching all night, and he’s not sure if he should blame the six redbull vodkas he’s thrown back or the keybumps of something he did off the bar: it was either coke or molly.
Coke, he thinks. He’s on edge.
He can’t shake this feeling, like he’s a wild animal trapped in a cage, as he pushes the bathroom door open and presses his way back into the mass of bodies in the club. He’s gone out every night this week looking for something, but he can’t find it. It’s not at the bottom of a bottle or in white powder snorted through a rolled-up hundred. And it’s certainly not in any of the random strangers he’s taken in the bathroom or the back alley or on the hood of his car in the parking lot.
He misses you.
It’s been almost three weeks since you last came around, and even then, it was only to scream at him while you dug your clothes out of his dresser and threw your spare toothbrush in the trash can. All because someone left you that stupid fucking note detailing the night Jungkook went blackout, where the last thing he remembers is Jimin convincing him to switch to Malibu.
If what Jungkook’s been told is the truth, he apparently started a bar fight and had a foursome that night— just, unfortunately, with three people who weren’t you. He kind of wishes he could remember at least one of those.
Fuck this, he thinks to himself, surrounded by trashed club-goers on all sides, bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil, the floor sticky from spilled drinks and probably a few other things. Jungkook knows exactly where he wants to be, and it’s between your thighs, not at one of the seven shitty clubs he and his hyungs have been rotating through all summer.
Figuring Taehyung and Jimin are fine to handle their own shit, he shoves through the crowd a little more aggressively than he needs to, and definitely knocks one drunk girl flat on her ass without bothering to look back.
The slight chill in the air when he steps outside is a welcome relief from the stale heat of the club. It’s the last weekend before everyone packs up and heads for the mainland, which means he’s running out of chances to see you, to try and convince you to get the fuck over this latest bump in the road and take him back.
Jungkook knows he loves you, he’s sure of it. He wants to marry you someday, get a little house in the suburbs, pop out a few kids, all that shit. But right now he’s young, and he just wants to party and have fun. He doesn’t understand why you care so much.
Driving home with the windows down, going a cool 80 in a 40, he grips the wheel with one hand while the other digs his Razr phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans. He hits the first speed dial where your number is saved and has to call three times before you finally answer. The fact that you picked up at all means he has a chance tonight.
“What, Kookie?!”
Probably the greeting he should’ve anticipated, but his stomach still flips at the nickname. You’re the only one allowed to use it: he’s strictly Jungkook to most, JK to his hyungs.
He fidgets absentmindedly with the car lights, the AC, the button for the windows. This is always the hard part, talking about feelings and shit. But it’s what you want, so he’ll do it for you.
“Wanna see you,” he murmurs into the phone, as if he needs to keep his voice down so he won’t get caught being soft.
“Fuck off,” you snap instantly, but you don’t hang up.
Jungkook’s played this game enough times to know what it means: he’s got a rapidly shrinking window of opportunity to say the right thing. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, trying to buy himself some time. “Come on, don’t be like that.”
“Like what?” You huff.
Stopped at a red light, Jungkook tips his head back against the car seat and shuts his eyes for a second, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his thoughts. “Don’t be mean to me. I already told you I’m sorry, it’s not fair for you to hold this shit over my head.”
“I’m not holding anything over your head, Kookie, you fucking cheated—“
His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and he has to hold himself back from stomping too hard on the gas pedal when the light changes. “Yeah, I fucking know, okay? But it’s the last weekend. Is this really how you want to leave it?”
The silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.
“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook grimaces, embarrassed to be begging. He wouldn’t do it for anybody else.
Gravel crunches under the tires of his car as he pulls into the driveway, and he’s only sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears the way you sigh softly on the other end. It’s a sigh he knows well.
“Fine.”
You don’t say anything else, and neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t know what else there is to say, or why any of this has to be such a big fucking deal. But he waits, until finally you hang up, and then he flips his phone shut. Girls.
Once inside, he makes quick work of getting everything together: sweeping the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter into the trash, spraying on a little more Hugo Boss, a mouthwash rinse to rid himself of the lingering taste of cum. The place you rented for the summer is just down the road, so it’s as he’s spitting in the sink for the second time tonight that he hears you bang loudly on the front door.
Time to turn on the charm, Jungkook thinks to himself, and then he exits the bathroom and reaches a hand between his shoulder-blades to pull his shirt off over his head. He drops it to the floor of his bedroom before heading down the hallway to let you in.
Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.
It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.
It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.
“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.
He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.
“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.
Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.
“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.
Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.
“How about you come inside and find out?”
“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”
He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.
Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.
“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”
You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”
“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.
The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.
It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.
Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.
You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”
“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.
You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”
“Well, now I know what you came over for,” Jungkook growls. His hands drop to brace on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in, and he leans down to capture you in a heady kiss. He missed it all: the way you smell, how soft your lips are, the way you still taste like spearmint. Your needy little noises when he licks his tongue into your mouth and the way you suck so diligently on it. You’re always so good for him, always so pretty when you come back.
“Take your pants off, jagi,” he breathes into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. He can feel a soft whine in your throat under his palm when you do as you’re told.
Jungkook pulls back once your jeans are kicked all the way off, knees digging into the carpet as he settles between your legs. His biceps wrap under your thighs and he tugs your bare ass to the edge of the couch, pausing to slip a finger under the thin string of your thong and gently snap it against your skin.
You spread your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion. “Don’t tease,” you huff. The desperation in your voice just turns him on more.
“Impatient,” Jungkook notes with a smirk. “And I haven’t even told you what I want yet.”
“What you want?” Your attempt at sass is undercut by the moan Jungkook works out of you when he sucks another hickey into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He pulls back with a final lick over the mark that sends a shiver rippling through you, makes your nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of your crop top and your hips tilt up instinctively for more.
His eyes find yours again. “Let’s make a movie.”
“Kookie,” you whine, and Jungkook cups a hand over the front of your panties, rubbing circles into the thin material, then gently squeezing your pussy lips together to help argue his case. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— always so sensitive.
“Come on,” he murmurs, pushy. “I know you have that camera in your bag.” You take your Sony digital camera with you everywhere, like it’s a third limb, like you believe nothing really happens unless it’s documented on Facebook.
Jungkook reaches for the strap of your Coach purse and drops it between your spread thighs. “I want you to film me while I go down on you. That way you can watch it back when you need to remember why you keep me around.” He punctuates the request with a wink, because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is made evident by how quickly you dig in to retrieve the little pink camera before tossing your bag aside again.
“I don’t watch porn, Kookie,” you scoff, already turning it on and fiddling with the settings. “I’m not nasty like you.”
“You’ll watch this one,” Jungkook corrects, hands pressing on your thighs to encourage them to spread further. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as he slides his fingertips back up to the line of your panties. “Now shhh. The only thing I wanna hear talk is this pussy.”
When the telltale beep indicates you’ve started recording, Jungkook stares pointedly into the camera with a cocky smirk. “Missed you, jagi,” he says, both to the you on the other side of the camera and the you who will watch this in the future, when you inevitably get mad about some dumb shit and break up with him again. As if you could ever really stay away.
His eye contact doesn’t falter as he licks a long, slow stripe up the front of your panties, taking his time, tongue laid flat to fully soak through the fabric. When he leans back, one hand snakes between your thighs to tug the damp material to the side, tattooed fingers pressing into a V to spread your folds apart. It always makes you squirm, but he loves to admire you like this. He’s not ashamed to like pussy.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, reaching the hand that isn’t parting your pussy lips up to beckon for the camera. “Let me film. Won’t get your face in it.”
You hand it over silently, clearly already too turned on to make a big show of protesting. Jungkook turns the lens on your pussy, holds it up close as he traces two fingers over your folds, keeping the pressure light enough that you squirm and flutter cutely beneath it.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs when he teases his touch down to your entrance. There’s already enough slickness there to earn him an audible wet noise as he goes, his pattern a slow, lazy circle. He presses a finger in just to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it. “Your pussy loves me too much. That’s why you can’t stay mad.”
Jungkook paints the wetness he pulled out of you up to stroke over the hood of your clit, and it’s enough to edge your breathing with shy sounds. You bring your palm up to your mouth, clearly trying to keep quiet, and it only encourages him to dip back in for more. He uses two fingers this time, slipping past your entrance into the tight velvet heat of your cunt, always so warm and willing for him.
You sigh at the loss when he pulls back, more arousal drooling out of you to chase after his fingers. Jungkook loves to play with you like this: you squeak when he squishes the whole of your cunt up in his hand, reveling in the noise of your slick folds pressing together, in the way your pussy’s gone needy for him. All swollen and puffy, all soft, dripping juice like ripe fruit.
He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.
“Oh my fucking god,” you whimper.
“You know I’ll always treat it right, jagiya.” Jungkook purrs, releasing his grip on your pussy lips to pinch at your clit while he passes the camera back. “But let me show you in case you forget.”
He firmly tugs your panties down your thighs and leaves them to dangle off one ankle before guiding your legs to hook over his shoulders. After a final glance up to make sure you’re still filming, he leans in to properly trace his tongue through your slick folds, lapping at the arousal pooled at your entrance while his thumb brushes over your clit to work up more.
Jungkook’s brows pinch together and he grunts in appreciation of your taste, thick and familiar; he’s gone too long without it. He’s eating properly now, alternating between dragging his tongue flat and flicking it gently over your clit in the way that makes you gasp and shove your hips up towards his mouth, rough and wild, no good-girl pretense left in you.
His arm locks across your stomach to keep you where he wants you, and he pulls back with a smack of his lips and a cheeky smile for the camera.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
This is the part he loves: when you start to come undone, worked up enough to be responsive to every little touch. Jungkook licks broad, showy stripes up to your clit, eyes fixed on you through the lens, enjoying the way your soft sighs blossom into full-out moans, matching pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue.
“Kookie,” you groan, “nnh, fuck— f-feels so good.”
He hums a laugh against your folds, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit while his mouth buzzes sweet, low notes around it. You arch up beneath him and your moan scrapes rough against the back of your throat, desperate.
It was a stroke of genius to have you film it, Jungkook thinks absentmindedly to himself. Documented proof that nobody else could ever do you this good.
“Fuck.” Your voice brings him back to attention as he continues to pulse suction against your clit, tongue fluttering out again to lap at the sensitive bud. The sounds you make are slightly muffled by the manicured hand you’ve clapped over your mouth, but you’re so loud now that he can still hear every word. “Oh god, Kookie— I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck, ohhhh—”
Your hips tilt up as your orgasm overtakes you and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay there and take it. He can feel your legs shake, the way your bare heels kick listlessly against his back as he sucks and licks you through the peak of your climax. Your pussy throbs in his mouth and drips down his chin like honey, with a taste so good he doesn’t want to stop.
“God fucking dammit,” you moan, and he keeps going until you bring one foot up to press into his shoulder to push him away. “Kookie, p-please, it’s too much.”
With a final swipe of his tongue, Jungkook pulls back, wiping at his chin with one hand. “You’re sensitive, jagi, I know.”
But there’s a reason you haven’t stopped filming, and it’s one you both know well. It was back when you first started dating, when you could never keep your clothes on around each other and barely left his room, that Jungkook learned your body expertly enough to figure it out: after you come once, your pussy gets so sensitive that he can easily work you up to a second orgasm, even from just the curl of his fingers against your g-spot.
He hopes no one else will ever get the chance to know you like this.
You barely manage to stifle another sob and almost drop the camera when he slips two fingers into your cunt, pressing to the hilt to feel how swollen-tender you are inside. Your walls squeeze so tight around him that his cock twitches in his pants with jealousy.
Sliding one of your legs off his shoulder, he presses your thigh firmly into the couch and groans a little at the way you spread wide for him, glossed folds all flushed and pretty. It gives him a head rush to watch his hand work you open, to see the thick white cream of your arousal paint his fingers each time he pulls back just to thrust in again.
You’re wet enough now that the sound is obscene, a juicy squelch every time he fucks into you, and Jungkook can’t help but smile. He glances up. “You’re dripping on my couch, jagiya.”
You can only whimper in response.
“You want to come again?”
You nod desperately until you manage to find the word. “Please.”
“Anything for you.” Jungkook winks for the camera as he starts to flex his fingers to pet over the ridges of your front wall. You keen as he puts more weight into his strokes, your free hand reaching to cling to him and dig your nails into his bicep. He’s too keyed up to feel it, can’t focus on anything that isn’t your pussy squeezing him like a fucking vice grip, tight and hot and soft inside.
You’re past the point of being able to talk, reduced to breathless moans— “ah, ah, nnh”— because Jungkook knows exactly what to do to take you apart all over again.
This time he makes no move to stop you when your hips buck up. Instead he lets you let go, lets you fuck yourself on his hand, fluttering around his fingers and trembling all over as you start to come.
Jungkook goes a little slack-jawed watching you and momentarily forgets about the video, looking over the camera to see the expression on your face as he works you through your second peak. He loves the way you grip tight to him with your nails and your pussy, like he’s special, like you need him.
Your knees reflexively pull towards each other as your cunt-pulses slow and you finally start to come down, thighs clamping in around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears the whir of the camera shutter retracting and sees you toss it aside on the couch, he finally relents. You open yourself up enough that he can slip his fingers out to suck the excess off.
“What the fuck,” you finally manage as you collapse against the couch cushions, sounding beyond dazed.
Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk, and gets to his feet. As he watches your head tip back and your eyes flutter closed, he can’t help but wonder if you got what you came for. If this is the last he’ll see of you until god knows when.
Fuck that. He’s not letting you go that easy.
In one swift move Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder— completely naked from the waist down— like it’s nothing at all, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand that isn’t wrapped around your hips.
“Kookie!” You try to sound mad but the laugh that bubbles up gives it away. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“Come on,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, impervious to the way your hands claw at his back. “It’s a perfect night for the hot tub.”
“I didn’t bring a fucking bikini,” you sputter, feet kicking softly in the air. “Put me down.”
“That’s okay,” he reassures you as his free hand easily slides the back door open and he takes you over the threshold. “Tae and Jimin won’t be back for a while. It’s just us.”
Tae and Jimin have also already seen you naked… probably dozens of times at this point, if Jungkook had to estimate, but he doesn’t mention that part. Not when he’s trying to get his girl back.
Instead he crosses the yard to set you down on the hot tub deck, your legs dangling over the side, and makes quick work of stripping out of his jeans and boxers, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He hopes it might give you some incentive to stay a little longer.
When he turns back to face you, your bottom lip is jutting out in a bratty little pout as your feet swing aimlessly off the deck. It makes him want to fucking ruin you.
Jungkook steps forward to close the distance, thumb running down your mouth to pet over your lip. “Put this back in your mouth and take your top off, jagi.” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours.
Your bare foot knocks into his shin, but it only hurts a little. “Make me.”
He can’t help but smirk at your attitude. It’s cute. He likes you feisty. “That’s a lot of sass for someone who was just screaming my name.”
You smack a hand against his chest with a play-scowl. “Shut up.”
He sweeps your arms behind your back before you can do it again, easily enclosing both of your wrists in one of his hands. “Why are you always so mean to me, huh?”
“Oh, I’m mean?” You look like you’re going to say more, but he pushes your crop top up with his free hand and watches the way it makes you shiver, your nipples tightening in the cool night air.
“You are,” Jungkook says softly. “And I’m just trying to love you.”
The same hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter as he pulls off, switching to roll your other nipple under the pad of his thumb.
“You should get these pierced,” he remarks, gaze shifting between your tits as he imagines silver barbells studded through the buds of them. “I’ll get one too. We can go together. Next summer.” His eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften, just barely. It’s enough.
“Yeah, sure,” you deadpan, wiggling a little in his grasp. “Until you decide to stick your dick in some strange and fuck everything up again.”
Jungkook sighs. You’re fucking relentless. “I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t it just be us?”
Your reaction isn’t what he expects: he’s surprised to see the fight go out of you, to see how defeated you look as you lean in and press your forehead against his chest. Even your wrists go slack in his hand, and he releases his grip.
“That’s what I’m saying, Kookie,” you murmur. “That’s all I want.”
Jungkook’s fingers sweep under the line of your jaw. “I know.”
He tilts your head up for a kiss, and your hands come to cup his face, as if to pull him closer— to hold him in place so he can’t run away.
It’s the way it always is: he’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not dumb enough to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll love him anyway.
Your thumb strokes over Jungkook’s cheek as he pulls back, and he smiles a little. “Will you please get in the hot tub?”
Jungkook settles into the water first, sighing dramatically loud at the welcome warmth, and you giggle as you peel your top off before following after. When you slip in politely across from him, he grabs you by the ankle with a growl, and you don’t fight as he pulls you close again.
His hands guide your thighs apart to straddle him, so your knees rest on either side of the ledge he’s seated on. Between the heat of the water and your body on top of him, he’s dizzyingly hard in seconds.
The two of you make out like teenagers, more tongue than anything else, doing your best to hump and grind against each other despite the water slightly inhibiting your motions. Jungkook can’t stop touching your tits, obsessed with the weight of them in his hands. His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples to make you whine into his open mouth again and again, and his cock twitches in response every time.
“K-Kookie,” you finally manage to groan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, all tongue and teeth, to the slope of your neck. “Need it, please. Your cock.”
His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before pulling back to answer. “You’ll get it, jagi. Wanna try something first.”
You whine a little and he gives a teasing pinch to your inner thigh, shifting you off his lap so he can stand up.
“Come here.”
Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist when you get to your feet, and the added weightlessness from the water makes it even easier for him to move you where he wants you. He guides you to spin so your back is flush with his chest, then encourages you to kneel on the ledge again, pushing your legs further apart.
“Can you stay like this for me?” He murmurs in your ear. You look up at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes, reflecting back the blue glow of the mood lights filtered through the water, and you nod.
As he ducks down to kiss you, Jungkook’s hand fumbles blindly against the edge of the tub until he finds the button he’s looking for. When he presses it once, the jets roar to life, including the one positioned right between your spread thighs.
You gasp into his mouth, and Jungkook wraps his arms tight around you to keep you in place, letting you collapse back into him as the jet pulses onto your pussy. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Kookie.”
“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod, hips circling against the stream of water, stimulated past the point of coherency. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. “Yeah, you look good like this.”
Jungkook can’t help himself now— his cock aches from lack of attention, and he starts to grind into you from behind, rutting himself against the small of your back, the curve of your ass. His hands grab at the soft skin of your thighs for leverage, and he can feel the way you’re shaking, already close, your breathing going ragged.
“K-Kookie—” you whimper. “I’m— fuck, g-gonna—”
“Want you to come for me,” he groans, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. “Come for me like this so I can fuck another one out of you.”
Your arms scramble back behind you for something to keep you grounded, nails scratching and digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as your orgasm starts to crest.
He keeps rocking his hips into you, which only serves to move you closer to the jet and make the pressure that much stronger. You’re moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Jungkook has to grip your hips to keep them still as you come fast and hard, shaking apart in his arms.
“That’s it, that’s it.” Jungkook talks you through it, petting broad strokes down your thighs that make you jolt under his touch. “How was that, jagiya?”
“Fuuuuuck.” Your answer is a soft whine, and he can feel the aftershocks still rolling through your body. You shift to pull your thighs together, shivering all-over, and Jungkook releases his grip on them, hands moving up to squeeze at your tits while you recover. He can feel the way your heart is racing beneath his palm.
Your eyes slowly blink open, heavy-lidded, and you start to untangle your arms from around Jungkook’s shoulders. His back stings a little— he’s sure he’ll have pretty pink scratch marks to remember you by.
He presses a kiss to your temple, chaste in spite of how fucking hard and horny he is. “Love you. Stand up for me?”
Your legs are still shaking, so Jungkook helps haul you to your feet. Taehyung is always telling him he shouldn’t actually be penetrating girls in the water, something about vaginal health, so he has you bend at the waist to lean over the edge of the hot tub. The arch in your back when you press your ass up towards him makes his cock start to leak against his stomach.
Your head lolls forward to drop down on your forearms, and he laughs a little at how fucked out you already are as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Stay just like that. Face down ass up.”
You wait patiently as he climbs out of the water to search the deck. It only takes a few seconds for him to spot what he’s looking for: the bottle of lube Jimin’s always leaving out “just in case”. Jungkook makes a mental note to buy him a thank-you shot.
“God damn,” he murmurs appreciatively when he returns to you, rubbing three fingers slicked in thick silicone lube along your puffed-up slit before pushing them into the velvet heat of your pussy. “Wanna come in you so bad.”
“Please, Kookie,” you whimper.
Jungkook withdraws his hand to squirt more lube into his palm and fist it over his length, hissing a little at the sensation and the squelching noise his hand makes when he fucks into it. Tossing the bottle over the edge, his hands come to frame your hips, and he can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds. “Fuck.”
You push your hips back on him, all wrecked and needy, your voice wrung-out. “Fuck me, Kookie, please— wanna take your cock, wanna feel it.”
It’s so hot when you beg for him. With another soft noise, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance and gives you what you need: the whole of his thick cock sliding into your grip-tight pussy, slow for the delicious stretch of it, so you can feel every inch until he’s pressed in to the hilt.
It feels the way it always does. You were made to fit together.
You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls already fluttering, split open and filled up and so sensitive. Jungkook leans forward, hands bracing the edge of the tub on either side of you, until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.
“Oh shit, right there, Kookie,” you gasp, like he doesn’t already know.
Jungkook grunts, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over, until your legs threaten to give out.
Your pussy feels so good, the little moans you’re making in time with his motions are so pretty, it’s like he can’t get enough of you. He brings a hand up to run over every inch of your skin he can reach, all of it smooth and gorgeous under his fingertips— he really can’t stop touching you.
Maybe those bumps he did back at the bar were molly, he thinks absentmindedly.
“So fucking sexy,” he groans as he strokes a little harder, hips rolling fluidly. “So fucking beautiful.”
“F-fuck, Kookie,” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, and you let out a choked moan when he starts to pound more firmly in response. “Ah, fuck— don’t fucking stop, oh god—”
Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand gripped tight to your shoulder gives him more leverage to hit deeper. Being squeezed so close by your walls is nearly overwhelming, your pussy all hot and wet inside, it’s like he can barely fit. “God, you’re so fucking tight, jagi.”
“F-feels so guh— good, nnh,” you can hardly get the words out, and Jungkook can feel the way your whole body is starting to shake.
He can’t stop himself now, not when it’s this good. “Missed you so much, jagiya. Wanna marry you, wanna put a baby in you.” His cock twitches hard, enough that you whimper a little, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.
“Come with me, jagi,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come again.”
“C-can’t,” you gasp, but he knows you can, can tell by the way you’re gripping around him that you’re already close.
The clapping of skin on skin echoes out as Jungkook fucks deliberately into your g-spot, no longer holding back, and you cling to the edge of the tub for dear life as your muscles start to contract. “Oh fuck, Kookie, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—”
With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your orgasm hits you. Jungkook is helpless to the way your pussy pulses around him, like it was made to milk his cock. He tips his head back with a throaty groan as he comes with you, comes for what feels like an eternity, thick white ropes spilling into your cunt with every dick-twitch of his orgasm.
“Oh my god,” he groans, working the last of it out with a few shallow strokes, his breathing harsh and ragged. “So fucking good.”
You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.
Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. Deciding not to bother with the mess running down your thighs, he takes a second to catch his breath, then climbs over the edge of the hot tub, wiping absentmindedly at the beads of sweat dotting his temples.
You’re clearly too fucked out to walk now, so he scoops you up to carry you across the deck and back inside through the open sliding door, bridal-style this time, cradled in his arms. He smiles at the way you’re still trembling a little, your face now buried in his chest.
He deposits you onto the couch, then stretches out next to you to prop up on one arm, admiring how your hair fans out beneath you as you curl into him with a small sigh.
It takes you a while to come to, lashes fluttering prettily over your cheeks, and when your eyes finally blink open, you sit up rather abruptly.
Jungkook brings a hand to your low back to rub gentle circles. “Hi, jagi.”
There’s a look on your face, like you’ve just realized where you are.
“Fuck, I should go,” you murmur, looking around until your gaze lands on your purse. You lean over to retrieve it and dig through the contents until you finally find your phone and slide it open. “My roommate is gonna figure it out if I don’t come back, and she’ll fucking kill me.”
“Stay with me,” Jungkook says softly.
“No, Jungkook,” you snap, and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that he’s lost you for the night. “I shouldn’t have even fucking come here.”
He should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction, or the smirk that pulls up the corner of his mouth. “But you did come. Four times, if my memory is correct.”
“Fuck off,” you grunt, already up and starting to pull on your clothes that are scattered across the floor of the living room. You briefly disappear outside to retrieve your shirt.
“Does this mean we’re not back together?” Jungkook tries when you slip in the door again.
You shoot him a look he’s all-too-familiar with. “Not at all.”
“Will you at least unblock me on Facebook?” He asks sweetly, and it’s a joke, but he can see from the way you roll your eyes that you’re clearly too pissed off to have any more fun tonight.
“Facebook?! That’s seriously what you care about right now?! You are so fucking shallow, Jungkook.” You grab your purse in a huff and storm off down the hallway.
Jungkook knows he should get up and fight for you, at the very least stop being horizontal on the couch— but honestly, he’s fucking tired. That’s the thing about your hot and cold shit: he knows you’ll be back eventually, whether he makes any effort right now or not. And it’s so much easier not to.
So he says nothing, hands folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, and waits until he finally hears the front door slam behind you.
Whatever, he thinks to himself with a heavy exhale.
After a minute, he gets up and heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on extra-hot. It’s still early. He can rinse off, get dressed, go see what Tae and Jimin are up to. Maybe he can jump on a grenade for one of them and take his mind off things for a bit.
He unlocks his iPod, docked on the speaker he keeps on the bathroom shelf— can’t shower without a good playlist— and spins the wheel until he gets to one of his favorites, simply titled fuck bitches. The opening 808s of Kanye West kick on like a heartbeat as Jungkook steps under the spray of the shower-head.
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Yellow <TAEGYU>
Genre: Light Angst
Pairings: Taegyu (Kang Taehyun x Choi Beomgyu)
Word Count: 1,829
Warnings: None!
Synopsis: In a world where you cant see color until you meet your soulmate, Kang Taehyun lives his life in monochrome. He’s never experienced color. But one particular boy makes him realize that maybe color isn’t all about what you see.
A/N: This is one of my FAVORITE ideas I’ve ever come up with. It was intended to be much longer but I struggled to write the whole thing and this actually turned out really good! I might write a second part so maybe be on the lookout for that 👀
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29409198
Taehyun’s POV
People tend to take for granted that which they have no fear of losing. Things so constant and ordinary in life, like hope and freedom. But some people are not blessed with the luxuries of consistency, and even those who are can learn just how quickly things can be ripped away. In this world of soulmates and colorless lives, people learn very quickly to cherish what they have.
Color, a word which here means: varying pigments and shades; is a concept unknown to me, as it is to many others. Everyone has a soulmate, our ‘perfect match’ or ‘other half’, the person who will complete us. It’s said that when you and your soulmate first lock eyes, the world explodes with colors, vibrant and dazzling. My parents used to tell me stories of blazing sunsets that would leave them breathless, and of endless fields filled to the brim with flowers who’s hues outmatch the very sun. They talked on and on about colors, and they’d always tell me: “One day, you’ll see them too, with someone you’ll love more than life itself.”
As a kid, I’d dream of meeting the person who’d make my world come alive with countless tones and hues. But as I grew up, I began to worry less about finding my soulmate, though I never stopped dreaming of a world beyond the monochrome I’m all too familiar with.
And as I’m sitting at my desk at 3 am, nose buried deep in the history texts I’m memorizing, color, soulmates, and all their mystery are the last thing on my mind.
Nonetheless, my thoughts are interrupted by the pale white light of my screen revealing a text from Choi Beomgyu, my best friend.
3:48 a.m.
gyu the annoying hyung
are you awake?
i can’t sleep
baehyun
why?
gyu the annoying hyung
just thinking too much. you?
baehyun
homework. are you ok?
gyu the annoying hyung
it’s nothin hyunnie-bunny don’t worry your pretty lil head about it :)
Ignoring the slight flutter of my stomach at the nickname (and the fact he called me pretty), I continue to mull over Beomgyu’s texts. Despite his protests, I can’t help but worry a little bit. Beomgyu is the least sad person I’ve ever met, always full of ear splitting grins and melodious giggles. It’s what makes him so endearing. The warmth of his smile, and the brightness in his eyes, it’s unmatched in its beauty and splendor. I have never met anyone as refreshingly themself. Beomgyu lives as though he has nothing to hide, and no shame to carry.
baehyun
you cannot stop me, i will worry if i want to.
gyu the annoying hyung
well if you’re going to worry anyway, can you at least come over?
please?
I can practically see Beomgyu’s pouty face and puppy eyes through the screen. I sigh almost defeatedly, knowing instantly I’ll never be able to say no to the charming boy.
baehyun
you’re lucky we’re friends
gyu the annoying hyung
love you toooooo <3
I groan lightly as I grab my coat and exit the building. It’s not like his apartment is too far away, only about a 10-minute walk from my own. I quite enjoy the serenity of the streets at 4 am. It’s quiet, save the soft bustling of stray cars, the cool air wafts towards me in light bursts. I take in the city and all its wonders, giving into the quiet mystery.
It should be odd that I gave into Beomgyu’s requests so easily, but truthfully this is just habitual at this point. Even though we’ve only known each other a couple months, we’ve fallen into an easy routine. Friendship with Beomgyu is just that: easy. He makes me feel comfortable
My phone buzzes sharply in my pocket.
gyu the annoying hyung
hurry uppppp >:(
I giggle quietly at his impatience but quicken my pace all the same.
Upon arriving at Beomgyu’s door I only get to knock once before Beomgyu appears before me, grabs my hand, and walks pointedly out the door with me in tow.
“Beomgyu wha-” I try to ask as I’m dragged to the stairs. I’m met with no answer .as we trudge up the narrow stairway to the roof. As we burst through the door, the crisp night air envelops us. Beomgyu calmly walks towards a desolate corner of the wide expanse of roof and motions for me to follow.
“Come stargaze with me,” he says as he lays down to look at the sky. I take my place beside him and stare at the stars. I’ve never been good at astrology but I can spot a few constellations. Andromeda, Orion, and Cassiopeia smile down at me from their perch up in the boundless night. It’s calming, finding the constellations. Knowing each star has a purpose, instead of just being placed in the sky at random. I imagine I’m one of those stars, lost in the infinite infinity of space. I think about how I too will find my constellation, my purpose, my home, and I’m placated by this knowledge.
Beomgyu and I sit like this for what feels like hours, comfortably silent; aware of each other’s presence without really acknowledging it. This is one of the best things about Beomgyu and me: though we talk consistently, we don’t need to say or do anything to feel comfortable with each other.
Beomgyu is the first to break our silence.
“The stars remind me a lot of my soulmate.” I turn my head sharply to face him, ignoring the way my stomach sinks at this news.
“You’ve found your soulmate?” Beomgyu nods quietly.
“Yeah, a long time ago. His name was Zhong Chenle. He loved astronomy and he’d always make me come out to view the stars with him,” Beomgyu smiles slightly at the memory. “I met him when we were kids. He was so bright and energetic, he used to bounce around a lot because he just couldn’t sit still. He made the whole world seem less dull. Not only because I could see colors, but his existence simply made me happier. He was like the sun in my universe. But then-” Beomgyu hesitates, tears falling silently from dejected eyes onto tanned cheeks. I grab his hand and give it a light squeeze, trying my best to let him know that I’m here and it’s okay. He stutters a bit before continuing, “It didn’t happen all at once, but the colors just began fading. First the yellows, then reds, each one dissipated until I was only left with black and white. I tried calling his house for hours but got no response. Finally, his mom called me, in tears, saying that he and his father had been in a car accident. His father sustained a lot of injuries, but Chenle died before they even arrived at the hospital.” Tears are now streaming down Beomgyu’s cheeks. He closes his eyes tightly as if it’s all too much. My thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of his hand.
“The worst part,” he says suddenly. “...is that later I realized his favorite colors were the first to go, as if his soul had died before his body even gave out.” Beomgyu looks at me, and my heart just breaks. He looks so empty. I open my arms for him and he all but jumps into them, burying his head in my chest. I feel his tears soaking through the fabric.
The quiet returns after that, but this time it’s far less comfortable. I try my best to comfort Beomgyu as he sobs into my chest. I feel each light gasp he takes as he struggles for air. His body shakes like a leaf and his fists curl tightly in the fabric of my black sweater.
I eventually hear his breathing steady and I pull away to look at his face. His cheeks shine from leftover tears, but his eyes shine brightly in the dim starlight. A strange warm feeling nestles itself in my chest, and I find myself at a complete loss for words.
Beomgyu pulls away and returns his gaze to the stars. My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I continue to struggle for words.
“I’m sorry.” I blurt out because it seems like the only fitting thing to say. Beomgyu smiles at me, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually does.
“It’s okay. I miss him, and I’ll always love him, but I have you now. You make life brighter, despite the greys and blacks. You make me happier than you could ever know.” I look down, hoping he won’t notice the blush on my cheeks.
“You do the same for me you know,” I meet his eyes. “You make me happy too. I’ve never met someone who can make me laugh like you can.” He smiles again, a little wider this time, and it makes my heart flutter.
“Do you miss seeing color?” I ask suddenly.
Beomgyu shakes his head almost immediately. “Not really. Colors were cool and all, but they’re just superficial. I think the world can be beautiful in black and white, you just need to look for the hidden wonder.”
“Did you have a favorite?” Beomgyu chuckles.
“Yellow,” He states simply. But noticing my confusion. “It’s a lighter color, the color of the sun actually. But to me, it means warmth and safety. Yellow is like laughter and smiles with friends or a happy ending. Yellow is simply: happiness and light.”
I spend the rest of the night pondering Beomgyu’s words. They resonate within me as we return to our comfortable silence. They continue to fill my brain even as I hug Beomgyu goodbye at 5 am, they remain while I walk home, and they’re still bouncing around in my head as I climb into bed back at my apartment.
I’m still thinking them over when I hear my phone buzz on my bedside table.
gyu the annoying hyung
thank you for being here with me. you’re truly a blessing kim taehyun, i hope you know that.
That simply text ignites a new and unfamiliar feeling in my body, one I couldn’t begin to describe. It starts in my toes and gradually moves up until each part of my body is engrossed with this strange new sensation. It wraps my bones in warmth and slithers it’s way into my stomach making butterflies erupt inside of me. It continues to my heart making it beat slightly faster in the best way possible. It fills my lungs with air much fresher than any I’ve ever inhaled. When it finally reaches the top of my head, my body is relishing in this amazing feeling. My senses are alive with wonder and lust and I just keep wanting more and more and more and more. I try and try to think of what this feeling is but all I can think of is: yellow.
TAEGYU PIC OF THE DAY:
The only taegyu pic ever 😌✨
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@sweet-teeth-mfs Edie, do you ever learn?! lol. Here’s your request Madame. Hope you enjoy. ALSO... YOU WANTED MORE BITCH! Kidding, I enjoyed this one for OBVIOUS reasons.
Also as a side note. Hobi?! This track... is toooooo fecking short. On the next mixtape, I expect a full edition. Thank you, please.
TO ALL READERS: I recommend you listen to the track as you read.
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Your hands are threaded through his honey blonde hair, unsure whether you’re trying to pry him away or hold him closer. His hands are on your hips pulling you closer to his lips; yours are under complete submission to his tongue.
Yoongi’s not stopped feasting on you since you surprised him, playing on his bed wearing his favourite tee. His eyes open wide when he sees you spread for him as soon as he opens the door.
He’s been edging you, bringing you to the brink of climax before he smirks against your thighs, kissing the delicate skin as you come down from the edge.
He’s currently two fingers deep. Your arousal covering his hand as well as your skin, his tongue flicks between your folds. Alternating between teasing flickers and sensuous suction on your clit. You’re so close to your orgasm, you’re breathing heavy and whimpering his name into the air. As soon as he feels you clench he withdraws, shoving his fingers into your mouth for you to suck clean.
You feel him smirk against your mound as you look down your body, the honey hair stranded between his cat-like eyes, as you drool over his fingers. He looks like sin, drunk on you. Your juices covering his lips and chin as his smug grin lingers on his face, watching you drool down his hand.
He pulls his fingers away from you, sliding them into his own mouth while you watch. You groan at the sight before you. Your own saliva falling from Yoongi’s lips threatening to drop onto your mound. He notices how you’re holding your breath watching him, so he pokes out his tongue. Covered in you and spital as he lets it drop in strings onto your folds.
“Fuck,” you whisper.
Yoongi maintains eye contact as he lowers his tongue, shifting himself slightly so he can reach the furthest point of your sex, dragging his tongue through the mixture of spit and you, pointing his tongue as he reaches your clit.
You grab his hair determined to not let him leave your pussy until you cum. His misted forehead on display as one or two strands remains stuck. He groans against you. Shoving his tongue deep within you curling it against your velvet walls. The vibrations from his timbre rattling your core, threatening your orgasm with explosive intent.
“Please, Sir. Let me cum. Please,” you pant trying desperately to regulate your breathing but the motions stop, sending you groaning once more. Your orgasm denied yet again.
“Since when am I Sir, Kitten?” he questions, eyes burning your soul so intently that you feel he’d get up and leave. Your mouth dries up, realising your mistake. He taps your clit like delicious punishment, sending short sudden shocks through your body. Not quite enough to send you over the edge but enough to keep you close.
“I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean...” you garble through your words before he cuts you off. Your throat so dry you croak, worried about what this means.
“It’s ok Kitten,” he lowers his head to kiss your clit, “You can call me Sir if you want to.” He lowers further, sucking your lower lips into his mouth, tickling them with his tongue. His lips covered in your arousal and sparkling in the lamplight.
He repositions himself, in for the long haul, taking one fat stripe lick along your sex. Groaning at your taste as he savours it. Yoongi’s eyes fix on yours, glaring at you between strands of honey, warning you before delving himself into you once more.
“Just remember who owned you first.”
Like what you’re reading? Read the rest of the Celebration Series here.
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Everything Awesome about COIE Hour 3
MANY THINGS OCCURRED!
This one is Long, guys.
Also a more accurate title would be Everything Awesome and some Less So about COIE Hour 3
But I wanted the posts to match, so.
So I never watched Birds of Prey because I never knew it EXISTED when it was on, but as a fan of the Birds of Prey team in general, and the characters Huntress and Oracle...not gonna lie, t’was sad to hear Helena desperately calling out to Barbara before they were destroyed by the anti-matter wave. So I give that cameo a thumbs up.
How is it only just NOW occurring to me that the Waverider (Wave Rider?) is serving the same function as the Monitor’s Satellite from the comics????
J’onn!!!! I’m so glad he’s here! Bearing news about the supporting cast of Supergirl! And the entirety of Earth-38!
So glad that they’re alive! And safe! And not dead! And that they are sure to remain that way, for the rest of the crossover! XD
And then J’ONN IS THE PARAGON OF HONOR!
It’s what he deserves.
And then like four different subplots are set up in short order: They gotta to to Purgatory to get Oliver’s soul; they gotta get Ryan Choi; they gotta go to the cave where the Anti-Monitor was hanging out until fairly recently; Kara’s gotta be talked out of using the Book of Destiny.
It’s...a lot.
Also Vibe is back!
“Maybe you didn’t hear me under those voluminous mutton chops of yours--!”
Another nice Iris/Barry scene, BUT, for my money, it’s the second one, later in the episode, that really tugs at them there heartstrings.
All the Pariah stuff is as accurate as the Arrowverse could possibly MAKE a Pariah. Good, solid, good.
Then the British Fellows Ham it Up for a few minutes, before The Soul Searching group goes to Lian Yu, because of COURSE it’s Lian Yu, as if Oliver would allow his soul to languish anywhere else.
Then we’re back in the Anti-Monitor’s room domain and COSMIC TREADMILL! AW YIISSSSSS
All of the good treadmill jokes have been made already so I’ll just move on.
This is very comic-y! The Anti-Monitor used Barry to power his Anti-Matter ray in the comic, and he ultimately destroyed it as well, dying in the process.
HERE, we discover that when Earth-90 Barry vanished last year, he was captured by the Anti-Monitor, and then CONDEMNED TO A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH; HE WAS TO RUN, FOREVER, ON A TREADMILL.
(...Pretty sure that joke was made on the after show, but I couldn’t help it. IT WAS RIGHT THERE.)
So they bust Earth-90 Barry out with the help of Jefferson!!!!
I love that he’s got his line in there, the, ‘whose life is this’ line. Good, yes, good.
(Listen: there is no greater proof that the Arrowverse will go back to some version of the multiverse model, than Jefferson’s inclusion here.)
I’m getting a little ahead of myself...BACK TO THE OTHER SUBPLOTS!
Ryan Choi is great! I don’t keep up with Legends, but it’d be cool if he stuck around, since Ray is leaving.
ALSO GREAT???? Routh Supes’ explanation of the black shield. ‘Hope cuts through the darkness.’
(And the Superman theeeeeeeme I never tire of hearing it)
There’s some Kate and Kara stuff here but I wanna cover that later so FIRST...
The Oliver reunion on Lian Yu happened way too fast! But then, many things happened way too fast! But this one REALLY FELT WAY TOO FAST.
Like: He’s ready to kill us! But no? YAY, OLIVER IS COMING BACK! But No? Wait, he’s Spectre now????
But also...SPECTRE!!!!!!
Spectre is the deus ex machina of the Crisis comic, so it’s fitting that he’s just. A sudden thing that pops up out of LITERAL NOWHERE and is apparently vital.
So I guess Oliver’s final form ISN’T Team Dad, it’s Mysictal Green Hooded Guy.
(Man we should have seen this coming.)
(I like that Oliver is Spectre, just to be clear.)
Iris’ pep talk with Ryan was lovely.
(And then there’s the moment I mentioned earlier, where Barry’s like, ‘I might die’ and Iris is like, ‘I don’t want to go, I want to be with you.’)
(I will admit...that part got me a little.)
HEY FLASH FANS, HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THE FACT THAT LITERAL YEARS OF TEASING LED UP TO A BAIT AND SWITCH, HUH????
I honestly don’t know if I’m impressed or annoyed by this cop-out.
I will give them props for the inclusion of the original Flash show footage, that was very nice.
(And I say that as someone who has but a passing familiarity with the original TV show.)
The disintegration effect, as well as the Flash emblem being the only thing left, are really great direct homages to art from the comic.
I’m gonna talk more about this part LATER so let’s jump back toooooo....
Oh! The Barry and Jefferson scene!
It was so niiiiiice.
Very emotional, and a nice bonding moment, and this bit:
“I don’t think Henry and Alvin raised quitters, so we should rage against the dying of the light.”
FEEEEEEEEELIIINNNGSSSSS
Another Kate and Kara bit, which again, I wanna get into in a minute, BUT, before we do, I will say that: this buddy dynamic is very nice, but it takes the place of the Kara and Alex stuff from crossovers past, which I might have been okay with...if not for the severe LACK of Danvers Sisters content in the SG season proper.
Here’s hoping 5B gives us...something.
(Also I know it’s very much because Kate is like, the lead of one of the five main shows being crossed over so obviously they’re teaming up instead of Alex and Kara hanging out but I just. Love the Danvers Sisters, okay?)
(Related side note: Really glad this crossover isn’t so focused on romantic pairings! It’s a nice change of pace! I mean we’ve got Iris and Barry obviously, as well as Lois and Clark but I’m just recalling the Double Wedding nonsense of Earth-X and...*shudder*)
(This is an improvement, IMO.)
OKAY OKAY HARBINGER’S BACK HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO
MIND CONTROL! BETRAYAL! DEATH! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ENTIRE MULTIVERSE!
And crashing on this Vanishing Point because technically we’re HooOOooOOomeless!
Aw man I was so sad to see Routh Supes go...and be replaced by LEX, ugh.
(But it’s very Lex, so.)
And Kara’s desperate, ‘Kal, Kal! What do I do?’
:C
OKAY so I kinda wanna talk about the Kara stuff, the Barry stuff, and the Kate and Kara stuff.
This crossover does some interesting things, re-contextualizing the two ‘Big Deaths’ from Crisis.
In the comic, both Kara and Barry die, and their deaths are kind of like...thesis statements, on their brand of heroism.
They’re willing to give up everything--even their very LIFE--to ensure the safety and survival of others.
And both are treated as kind of remarkable things, even among their peers, who are other, selfless superheroes.
Which is WHY...the Barry thing is kind of...a massive let down.
In the after show, Marc Guggenheim talked about how they could have their cake, and eat it too, because Barry was ready to give up his life, but was denied the opportunity.
And...I get that logic, but man, they spent all of season 6A dragging out that ol Barry-Dies-Angst.
And last season too! The WHOLE SEASON LONG PLOT with Nora was centered on Barry’s disappearance during Crisis and thus, her growing up without him and now...
That’s all just out the door? Because a different Barry decided to take his place? AN ELEVENTH HOUR LOOPHOLE?
It’s so audacious...that’s why I’m also kind of impressed, as well as annoyed.
And they don’t quite do the same thing with Kara, since they haven’t so much as TEASED anything resembling her comic death--I kind of assumed they might with the Book of Destiny stuff, but she didn’t even open the thing.
(And ultimately this is GOOD because if they’d done something similar to Barry--a last minute bait and switch--HOO BOY. There would have been...WORDS. OF STERN DISAPPOINTMENT.)
Instead, the crossover frames living as the more heroic option, because these heroes are Paragons, and thus are needed for some...other purpose, put in motion by the Monitor.
So if they die, they’re actually DOOMING the multiverse.
As mentioned! It’s kind of an interesting inversion, and until we know being a Paragon fully entails--it is difficult to say if it’s a positive or negative change!
(Still love that Kara and J’onn are Paragons, tho, cause they’re my Favs.)
OKAY so that’s the Kara and the Barry stuff. NOW, for the Kate and Kara stuff!
IT’S ALL ABOUT THE KRYPTONITE, MY DUDES.
Yeah, you thought we were DONE talking about Supergirl-specific plot lines...BUT THINK AGAIN!
LET’S TALK ABOUT HOOOOOWWWWW Kate was gonna use that Kryptonite...BUT DECIDED NOT TO, AND THEN WILLINGLY HANDED IT OVER TO KARA because she knew that 1.) SHE WOULDN’T NEED IT and 2.) Kara deserved to have the deadly poison THAT IS ONLY POISONOUS TO HER AND HER SINGLE SURVIVING BLOOD RELATIVE to decide how to dispose of it.
AND THEN...Kara tells Kate to keep it, and I thought, for one HORRIFYING MOMENT, that Kara would insist that she might someday NEED it, should Kara ever go rogue, thus VINDICATING every stupid pro-Kryptonite debate ever BUT...
NO! Instead she’s like, ‘I know you won’t use it!’
And folks.
Folks.
If nothing else. If nothing else. Please. PLEASE. Let this fun week of death and destruction be a learning moment for Kara, that she both HAS and DESERVES better friends, than a woman who casually subjected her to Kryptonite to further her own ends.
PLEASE, SHOW, PLEASE.
Anyway! That’s hour three! And now we have to wait an ENTIRE MONTH to see how this plays out! XD
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TomHolland2013 posted || Tom Holland
Request: Just something I wrote long ago
Summary: Social Media style Imagine! Reader is in a movie with Tom and hangs out with him and the cast of Spider-Man HC. Please let me know what you think!
Characters: Tom Holland x Reader, Zendaya, Harrison, Jacob
Word count: 2200+
Warning: Fluff, soft make out
a/n: I took this off my wattpad and changed a bit because I think I’ve grown as a writer at least a little! Infinity War has launched me back into the Marvel fandom so feel free to send in requests <3 also idk why I’m posted this so late but hey, why not?
Instagram 4:21pm July 5th
@(y/u) posted:
[picture of Tom sleeping on table]
Wake up, I want a wrap on set so I can go home! #[movie title]
TomHolland2013 and 170,693 other people liked this
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4:31pm TomHolland2013: wow stalker much??
4:32pm (y/u): wow professorial Much?? @tomholland2013
User1: oh my god I ship it
User2: CUTE!! ❤❤❤😩
User3: agh Tom is toooooo Hot, my eyes BURN!!
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Instagram 2am July 7th
@TomHolland2013 posted:
[photo collection of you, Tom, and Harrison with cake smeared on faces]
Fun night out with the mates!!
@hazosterfield @(y/u)
10:34am (y/u): delete this, I look like shit!
User1: OMG (Y/N) IS SO HOT WTF SHSJSKAKAKAN
12:37pm @tomholland2013: um? Bish where? @(y/u)
User2: Um, did @tomholland2013 just call @(y/u) hot??? IM DECEASED
12:38pm @(y/u): you did not just quote a vine
5:32pm @hazosterfield: stop bickering like a old married couple!! @(y/u) @Tomholland2013
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Instagram [Dm] July 13th
12:34am Tom: oh my god!
1:53am You: what?!
1:53am Tom: Tessa just shook my hand
1:54am You: I thought this was serious
3:24am Tom: I don't know what's more serious than my dog putting her paw on my hand and moving it up and down??
3:27am You: Tom it's 3:27 am go tf to sleep
8:35am Tom: I think it was a dream
8:37am Tom: I tried again this morning, She doesn't know how to do it anymore
8:43am You: 😢😢😢
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[(y/u) is live on Instagram]
9,367 viewers July 15th 3:45 pm
"Hey guys, it's me (y/n)" you say, "and me, Tom Holland!" Tom pushed you aside to get in the shot. You laughed and shoved him over a little so you both fit in the frame. "We're on set here in uh, Toronto. It's kinda boring actually." Tom laughed. You started to read though some of the comments:
User1: LOOK AT MY PARENTS
User2: Tom please say quackson for me!!
User3: ILYSM
User4: Hi from London!
You nudged Tom, "say quackson." He shot you a gentle glare, "No, absolutely not." You gave him puppy dog eyes in a lame attempt to change his mind, "Please." "Why." "Because the viewers are asking for it.... I'll give you a peak on the cheek." He rolled his eyes, "if you want me to say it that bad.... Quackson." You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then went back to the comments:
User1: OTPPP
User2: are they dating??
User3: AGH I WISH I WAS (Y/N)
User4: @User2 THEY SAY NO BUT I MEAN WE ALL KNOW THEY’RE LYING
User5: SHE KIISED HUS CHEEK OMG OMG JANSINSSMMAMA
You laughed and started to answer questions left by the viewers, trying to ignore the pinkish tint on both your and Toms cheeks.
[live ended]
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iMessage July 15th
5:33pm Tom: hey
5:33pm You: what's up?
5:35pm Tom: no hi?
5:36pm You: hi, what's up?
5:36pm Tom: better 😂, and Haz and I are meeting up with Z so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?
5:36pm Tom: we could pick you up around 7ish?
5:42pm You: um, sure. What are we doing?
5:42pm Tom: idk, Z invited us over to just hang out and maybe watch a movie
5:43pm You: okay, I'll be ready
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Zendaya's Snapchat Story July 16th
1:32am
[video from the side, of you asleep in toms arms under a blanket while Harrison is pointing and smirking with the caption 'this is what you guys get for falling asleep after one movie' and Zendaya laughing in the background]
3:24am
[picture from front of you and Tom with Zendayas Bitmoji blowing a kiss]
7:45am
[picture of you hiding your face with one hand and flipping the camera off with the other. Your hairs a mess and you’re wearing Toms shirt from yesterday. Tom’s in the background laughing and Haz is pulling a funny face. With the caption of '(y/n) is not a morning person']
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Interview with (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland, July 20th [cut to 6:34 minutes in]
Interviewer: "So, on Zendaya's Snapchat, 4 days ago we saw some cute sleepy cuddling snaps of the two of you. And fans want to know if your dating or what's the story behind that?"
Tom: "I mean no, we're just friends, and the story is that we were both just really tried and fell asleep."
You: "yeah, I just needed a pillow."
Interviewer: "so then that morning shot of (y/n) in your shirt... that was just..."
Tom: *chuckles* "she was just cold and spilled something on her shirt so I gave her mine and got one that I had forgot at Z's"
Interviewer: "oh so you and Zendaya then" *smirks*
Tom: "no, we're friends, nothing more."
Interviewer: "So, you two have no feelings for each other?"
Tom and You share a awkward glance
Tom: "uh..."
You: "do you mean Me- an-and Tom or Tom-"
Tom: "well I mean yeah we have a great time together. Thank you."
Tom put a hand on your back and moved you along still rambling.
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Instagram [Dm] July 20th
4:02pm You: That lady really grilled us, huh?
5:23pm Tom: I know right
5:32pm Tom: do you think I was too rude?
5:32pm You: no, you saved my rambling ass tho, Thanks
5:33pm Tom: don't mention it
6:18pm Tom: Z's house? 8:30ish
6:19pm You: meeting there or driving together?
6:20pm Tom: pick you up at 8
6:20pm You: 👌🏻
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Instagram July 20th 8:37 pm
@TomHolland2013 posted:
[photo of you driving and him pulling a goofy face]
stuck in traffic with my favorite lady @(y/u)
163,827 people liked this, 12437 comment
User1: where you going?
@Zendaya: so I guess your running late than, huh?
User2: date night?
@TomHolland2013: oh yeah, whoOps. Sorry 😢 @zendaya
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Instagram July 20th 10:47 pm
@Zendaya posted:
[picture of Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison and you]
We're going live in ten minutes!! Playing truth or dare so give us some good ones!
462,729 people liked this, 19299 comments
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[Zendaya is live on Instagram]
15,682 viewers July 20th 10:58 pm
"Hey guys!" Zendaya waved to the phone and then spun it around your small circle so you all could wave. "Okay so how this is going to work, is we'll go around and ask truth or dare and then you guys pick what we do... so... yeah and I'm gonna start!"
The game was fun, viewers ate it up. You went around a few times before Zendaya clapped her hands together and said goodbye to the watchers and turned her phone off for the night. "Okay, now for the real ones." Harrison smirked. You knew it was coming but you hoped they'd just leave you alone. "Tom, truth or dare?" Jacob asked with a grin you knew too well playing at his lips, "Uh," Tom shot Harrison a nervous smile, "dare?" "Okay! well you both had to have known this was coming, but... the sexual tension is actually killing us." Zendaya said motioning to Jacob, Harrison and herself. You felt your cheeks turning beet red.
"I'd normally say just kiss, But... this time I'm thinking the classic seven minutes in heaven." Harrison pipes up. "Okay. (Y/N)," Tom stood up and put his hand out for you. You took it and pulled yourself up, shooting a glance back at the group and then let Tom pull you to a closet that was out of earshot.
Harrison came behind you and shut the door so you were now surrounded by darkness and you were trapped. "So..." Tom chuckled, "we don't have to actually do anything, but we should talk, I mean there's something here, you can't tell me you don't feel it." He trailed off almost to a whisper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it." You smiled as His hand brushed against your arm. You reached for it holding it tight in your grasp.
You reached with your other hand up to find his cheek. "Maybe... we could, you know, just to defuse the tension." You let a shaky breath. "Well I mean- I don't- we should really give them something right?" Tom said stepping closer to you. "Most definitely." You pulled yourself up to meet his lips.
It just felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He lightly pushed you against the wall and you put your hands in his hair, "this feel so good." "Agreed." You let out a small laugh, "Tom? Remind me why we didn't do this sooner." "I have not the slightest fucking clue." You moved your lips back his and melted in his arms. "should we tell people? The press I mean." You asked "I don't even know," Tom laughed and joined him going back into a makeout session.
But sadly the two of you were met with the door swinging open. "So, how was it." Harrison smirked, you patted down your hair and smiled a little. Tom came out behind you and Harrison started laughing. You turned to see what was so funny and saw Tom had your lipstick smeared all over his lips and a little on his neck. You chuckled and used your thumb to wipe some of it off. When you went back to the living room Tom clapped his hands and yelled "we're official." You smiled and sat down as the others lightly cheered, this time not afraid to let his arm find its way around you.
"We're not going to release it to the press yet. We don't want or need the extra drama." You smiled. Zendaya nodded, "as long as the air is loose I'm good." And it was. Tom and You were a lot more relaxed and could exactly act on your thoughts that you used to push aside.
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Instagram July 26th 2:16 pm
@TomHolland2013 posted
[picture of you and Zendaya laughing at a beach]
Feels great to have such a beautiful view @(y/u) @zendaya
278,352 people liked this, 43,680 comments
User1: oh my god is Tom and Zendaya dating??
User2: @user1 Or Tom and (y/n)
User3: HOT DAMN BBY GALS
User4: ploy anyone?
User5: I wish I was Tom
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(y/u)'s Snapchat Story July 27th
[picture of you driving looking away in the background of Toms selfie. Caption: hacked]
[video from lap of you singing to the radio and then Turning to Tom. "Are you videoing me?!"]
[picture of you at stop light smiling at the camera. Caption: paparazzi following us for like 10 miles, we just want to eat 😢😢]
[video of you ordering food at (y/f/ff)]
[video's of the women working at the window freaking out because you and Tom are talking to them, you laugh and take a selfie with them and Tom though the window and sign a napkin for each of them]
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"Those women were so nice." You smiled, walking into your apartment with Tom trailing behind with the food. "Yeah" Tom plopped on the couch and turned on E! News as you put your bag and keys away. "Seriously, you want to watch that?" You laughed sitting down next to him. The host was taking about the latest 'Hollywood break-up'. "I wanna know what's the drama in the entertainment world." He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him. "But the love in LA wasn't lost today," The host said, "Tom Holland and (y/n) are rumored to have a relationship behind closed doors, today Tom and (y/n) posted riding together to pick up some fast food and surprise the employees working in the drive threw window." She spoke as the video's and photos played on screen. "We're the drama" Tom smirks, and you let out a little laugh. "Can we watch a movie now?" He nods and changes to Netflix.
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@TomHolland2013 Instagram Story 11:56pm July 27th
[picture of you asleep on his chest. Caption: goodnight Instagram]
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Instagram Dm July 29th
1:47pm Tom: (y/n)
1:47pm Tom: (y/n)
1:47pm Tom: (y/n)
1:47pm Tom: (y/n)
1:47pm Tom: (y/n)
1:48pm Tom: (y/n)
1:48pm You: yes?
1:49pm Tom: I think we should tell people
1:49pm You: Its been 9 days
1:50pm Tom: so can I post a happy 10 days love, tomorrow?
1:56pm You: Really?
1:56pm Tom: yes
1:57pm You: okay... but I get to post one too.
1:57pm Tom: THANK YOU!
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Instagram July 30th 10:22am
@Tomholland2013 posted:
[picture of him holding you bridle style]
Happy 10 Days love @(y/u) 😘 📸// @hazosterfield
162,729 people liked this, 102,478 comments
User1: HOLY MY GOD OTS OFFICIAL
O F F I C I A L
User2: IM CRYING IN THE CLUB
User3: REPORT RED ALERT OTP OTP CANON
(y/u): ❤❤ can't believe you used this picture!
User4: I want death SKSNSNAKNS
Zendaya: congrats you crazy kids
Tomholland2013: I love this photo @(y/u) and thank you Z @zendaya
[let me know if you’d like to be tagged for marvel/peter parker or Tom holland imagines in the future]
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[NCT127] Reaction when jealous
A/N: Thank you for this request! It was quite fun writing it 😆 This reaction is more detailed as I thought it would nicer to put short scenarios for each member heh~~ I have written about the members getting jealous over their s/o since anon didn’t specify! Enjoy!!! :D
Style/ Genre: Reaction-- headcannon / idk fluff? 😂 Date posted: 14/07/17
Taeil:
I WANTED TO INSERT THE GIF OF TAEIL IN NCT LIFE IN OSAKA WHERE HE SAY “watashi ninja desu” BUT THE GIF DOESNT LOAD TT-TT
on valentine’s day you complained to taeil about how the rest of your friends got asked out
and yet your crush didn’t despite showing some mutual interest for you
you would get super upset and anxious
then taeil, being your good guy friend, suggested that he take you to a movie
but he actually had other intentions since he secretly liked you
you agreed and both of you went after school
at the movie theatre, you saw your crush there
so your crush was working at the movie theatre
you approached him and both of you talked
he apologised for not being able to take you out and promised to do so next time
he was not-so-low-key flirting with you in front of taeil
taeil would ball his fists unconsciously out of jealously
*mutters under breath* “Watashiwa ninja desu-”
AND IMMA KILL YOU
and taeil discretely glaring at him from behind you
just some hardcore silent hating on your crush
taeil was suddenly really quiet so you turned to look at his grim expression
and you just look at him like ???????
you see his right hand at his side going into the motion of sliding a knife across one’s neck
you just repeatedly blinked your eyes
you, starting to get worried, took one of your hands in his
taeil suddenly snapped out of his ‘moment’
realising you were holding his hand he would probably forget about all that jealously
and he would be this smiley wooley pants the whole day
internally: oMG SHE TOUCHED MY HAND \(⊙ꇴ⊙)/
Johnny:
uall were probably at a party
johnny left you to get some drinks for both of you
but when he came back he saw this korean guy trying to flirt with you
but dense you would probably not even notice this
you be laughing at the jokes the guy would be telling you
johnny pursed his lips out of frustration and annoyance
he definitely didn’t like the sight of you laughing cause of another man
being the chillax chicago guy he decided to handle this the cool way
johnny would be walking towards both of you and handing you your drink
“Hey what’s up, man? How’s the party going? I’m Johnny by the way, nice to meet you.”
Johnny be like spurting out a whole bunch of English, leaving the korean guy momentarily tongue tied, but hesitantly shook Johnny’s outstretched hand anyway
“Y-Yea man, nice to meet… you?” The korean guy would stutter confusedly.
then johnny would suddenly be speaking in fluent korean
“I see you have met (Y/N), my girlfriend right here. A beauty right?”
and he would be shoulder bumping the guy
at the same time whispering into his ear
“Back. Off.” intimidatingly and firmly, but softly enough so you wouldn’t hear
and you just see the guy’s eyes widen so badly you can see the whole white of his eyes
“Guess we’ll see you around again. Or maybe not.” Johnny would say casually, back to his normal tone now for you to hear
Johnny pulling back and slinging his arm around your shoulder and taking you elsewhere
leaving the poor guy stunned there
johnny peace out
Taeyong:
probably getting jealous because of a guy who’s interested in you making you a lunchbox and you saying it’s good
taeyong, your tablemate, just scowls beside you
“pFT, please, i bet i can make it better.”
and you’ll be super excited like a little child
and you keep urging taeyong to prepare a lunchbox for you the next day cause you have never tried his cooking before
taeyong was reluctant because he was worried about your review of his food
but the guy who gave you the lunchbox was just like smirking at the side
and taeyong would just like in a rage of jealously and annoyance
and so he would agree, wanting to prove to you that he’s more worthy than that guy
he’ll be planning the recipe out in his head the whole time in class
and he be preparing and practising when he reaches home because he wanted it to be perfect for you
taeyong is probably the kind to want to prove his best abilities when he’s jealous
prove that he’s the right and only one for you
and next day he just hands you the beautifully prepared lunchbox
and you just couldn’t believe your taste buds as you jumped for joy at the marvellous taste
and now it was taeyong turn to smirk in satisfaction at the other guy
but we all know he’s secretly yelping in joy inside //wiggles eyebrows//
Yuta:
i probably picture yuta being jealous over you being impressed by someone good at a sport he’s not
maybe basketball idk i mean we have watched nct life……
you would just by the basketball court and you spot the best basketball player in school
and he charismatically shoots a half court shot
and you’re just like oMG (∩ᵒ̴̶̷̤⌔ᵒ̴̶̷̤∩) not-so-silent fangirling
yuta just happens to witness the whole thing
and while he admired the basketball ace he was just so jealous because the other guy could capture your attention so easily
and he would just so grumpy faced because he knew his basketball skills were just… erm,, let’s put this in a nicer way shall we not on par with the other guy
and you weren't just as amused about soccer as basketball
(¬_¬)ノ
after the basketball guys left he approached you
and you were there just fangirling to him even though you were his girlfriend
and he’s like “hM i can shoot too.”
he definitely regretted instantly
but you looked up at him so expectantly
he couldn’t reject you so he slapped himself mentally to man up
he embarrassingly shot some balls, none of which actually went in
and he apparently managed to hit himself in the head
and you can’t help but erupt in laughter
cool guy yuta would have his head throbbing in pain but he would continue acting like nothing happened
would sling his arm around your shoulders while kissing the top of your forehead
“you’re still mine. mine.”
okay i can’t really image yuta being jealous much but
can’t deny he always act so chill and classy but he’s just a dumbo
Doyoung:
it starts from when you keep squealing and exclaiming about how the guy’s singing was so good while watching “I Can See Your Voice”
and when doyoung comes out of his room due to the commotion
he would see you making those sparkling eyes that you have only made to him when watching the guy sing
wow doyoung would definitely be jealous
i mean he’s one of the main vocalists of a world famous boy group under one of the top 3 entertainment companies in korea
he’ll definitely take lots of pride in his voice and singing
so well he will v v v likely be jealous of the guy on TV due to the amount of admiration and love you’re shooting out of your eyes in the direction of that guy on the TV screen
and when that guy ended his revelation performance and you were like “nooo i want to listen to his voice more :-( ”
doyoung can’t help but just scowl “pft”
and with no hesitation, he’ll walk up to you
“why do you need him when you can listen to my angelic voice on a daily basis”
and he’ll start singing Angel
but realised that he hadn’t gotten to drink the water that he had came out of his room for
and the crumbs of the biscuits he just ate got stuck in his throat
and before he could stop himself his voice cracked at the high note
and you were already rofl
doyoung couldn’t help but feel super embarrassed
and right there and then, his pride went down the drain
R.I.P doyoung’s pride
Jaehyun:
man i think this guy would be jealous in the cutest way ever
you’re a native English speaker / fluent in English
and at a convention in Korea you went with Jaehyun you met someone from your homeland
and both of you just picked up a conversation v easily
both of you would be so engrossed in the conversation you accidentally neglected Jaehyun the whole time
and jaehyun would just a lost child amidst the whole too-Englishy conversation
jaehyun would start to feel kind of upset about how you’re neglecting him, and how the other guy is effortlessly capturing all your attention
he understood your excitement about finding people from your homeland in foreign lands but he couldn’t help but feel jealous
and when the jealousy overwhelms he would suddenly spurt out
“I can speak English too! I lived in America for 4 years! Talk to me toooooo”
and you and the guy just look at jaehyun wide-eyed, surprised
and when it registered into your brain you erupted in laughter, now neglecting both jaehyun and the guy as you drowned in uncontrollable laughter
and jaehyun just stood beside you pouting with level 1000 sulkiness
Winwin:
man i can’t really imagine a scenario with winwin
butttt i may see you being home alone with a school mate/ colleague to work on a project
and winwin came to your house for a surprise visit, knowing how stressed and cooped up you are with school/work lately
but when he sees you home alone with a guy without his knowledge
he probably wouldn’t realise at first that he was here for work
and he may feel kind of betrayed + jealous
jealous because your schoolmate/ colleague was receiving your attention that he didn’t manage to get for the past few days since you were so busy
he didn’t want to disturb the both of you + was afraid that he might break the momentum of you working so he just sat in the living room
staring at both of you working at the dining table
you knew winwin was behind watching so you decided to tease him a bit
you told your schoolmate/ colleague about your plan which he agreed to after glancing towards winwin
who was still staring and semi-glaring at him
so you fed him cookies and started making jokes, subtly flirting
and you can hear winwin’s huffs of jealously because he didn’t want to publicly expose how jealous he was
and after your schoolmate/ colleague left winwin would still have a frown on his face
pouring away the cup of coffee your schoolmate/ colleague made for you hastily, before making a new cup for you
and you had to hug him tightly for a long time before his silent jealous treatment subsided
Mark:
unlike other members who would be jealous of other guys for the amount of attention they got from you, mark would probably be jealous of them for the amount of time that other guys could spend with you
being an idol in 3 sub units, with several collaborations, a songwriter, composer, and a number of shows lined up (SM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HE’S A POOR 18 Y.O BOY BEING OVERWORKED UP YOUR GAME MAN)
soz i was so upset about sm overworking mark i ranted to my non-kpop friend for like an hour straight
okay back here
mark wouldn’t have a lot of time to himself, and even less time to commit himself to both of your relationship
he’ll feel super bad about the little time he could spend with you
and be envious and jealous of the guys that are in your class/ workplace
how you were able to spend time with them yet hardly any with him due to his busy schedule
he would send you daily texts tho
“pls don’t talk to other guys too much :-(”
“i’m scared time will cause you to forget about me… the time that you spend with other guys and not me…”
sending you selfies everyday was the best he could do
would hog you the whole day when he could finally spend time with you to make up for the time you spent with other guys
internally crying like a baby when he sees your snapchat/ instagram story with guys from school/ work
oKAY HAECHAN NEXT
Haechan:
haechan is likely to be at the age where he needs the recognition of others to boost his self-esteem
so even though he likes to self-proclaim about his looks and cuteness, he would feel very insecure if good looking guys start to flirt with you
jealous of the guys’ looks i see
nah joking, and ofc jealous of them for how you’re actually responding to their flirts
if they are older guys he’ll be quite polite to them (exception of nct hyungs ofc JOKING)
he’ll just sulk in a corner, watching you flirt back with the other guy
even though haechan would be aware you’re just having fun, he would be like “:-( notice me please”
especially since he could finally see you only after 3 weeks
it’ll probably get to a point where haechan becomes too overwhelmed w jealousy
he’ll walk over to you and take you away by the wrist, not before he bows slightly to the older guy tho
if it’s a younger guy
haechan wouldn’t give any mercy
“tHAT FETUS DOESN’T DESERVE MY (Y/N)’S ATTENTION.”
directly walks up to both of you
“man you’re so small the only girl’s hand you get to hold is your mum’s”
SAVAGE HAECHAN STRIKES AGAIN
and just grabs you by the waist possessively before walking away
YOLO HAHA I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT and thank you so much for the support for the previous reaction ❤️❤️
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