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tonicandjins · 1 year ago

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all of the girls you loved before

CHARACTERS: lee donghyuck | haechan x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 3k

GENRE: best friends to lovers, all of the girls you loved before by taylor swift

WARNINGS: none, just fluff

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been in my drafts for way too long. hope you like it! please consider donating/tipping me

all of the girls you loved before is the fourth installment from 23 moments with donghyuck

lee naeun, June 2013 - July 2013

Lee Donghyuck’s first love turned out to be the quickest one.

It was a whirlwind romance, like how he would describe it whenever you’d ask him. At thirteen, you and Donghyuck were finally catching up to the rest of your homeroom’s growing pains—both literally and figuratively. Your legs were longer now, albeit Donghyuck’s becoming longer than almost everyone else’s, and you were prettier than most. Letting your bangs grow was a wise decision in the summer, after all. Long gone were your chubby cheeks and you’d learned how to put on some lip tint before jumping on the bus to school. The internet was a better teacher when it comes to styling your hair; you’d never expected hairstyles come with face shapes. Meanwhile, Donghyuck, though his cheeks are still as round as they were in primary school, has learned that the hugs and kisses he used to give everyone in homeroom erupted butterflies all over.

You’d wondered, of course, because among everyone in class, Donghyuck’s probably given you the most hugs and kisses, yet you haven’t quite figured out what they meant when they say he gives people butterflies.

In the same year, Donghyuck learned consent. His mother and father gave him a lecture on why kissing people randomly isn’t ideal at his age and why consent is important. Hence, he’d stopped giving everyone random kisses. The last one he’d kissed you on the cheek was a week before summer started—not that you were keeping a record of all the stolen kisses—right when you were about to jump off the bus you and him were on.

Lee Naeun gave the first consent at thirteen. On the last day of classes.

She was moving to the US the next school year. Donghyuck made you wait by the benches as she packed up her duffel back after soccer practice.

She was taller than everyone else. Sporty and ambitious, Lee Naeun was every boy’s kryptonite. Just like how Lee Donghyuck was every girl’s.

“Can I kiss you?” Donghyuck asked. Naeun blushed like crazy. She was taller than Donghyuck, so when she’d nodded, Donghyuck had to go on his tip toes to reach her lips.

You looked away when Donghyuck got his first real kiss, wondering if the sudden pain in your stomach is the same as the butterflies that people get when Donghyuck kisses them.

kim haerin, August 2016 - January 2018

Kim Haerin was Donghyuck’s girlfriend all throughout junior high school.

Contrary to popular belief, Haerin pursued Donghyuck from the first week of classes. You and Donghyuck had moved to a different school after middle school as the one in your hometown didn’t focus much on arts, leaning towards STEM more, which, if you and Donghyuck were being honest, is the last thing you’d want to do in high school. This also meant that you and Donghyuck were new in town—the new girl and the new guy—and that people your age were particularly curious about you and Donghyuck that school year.

Oddly enough, the first thing they needed to confirm was whether you and him were dating. As soon as it was a clear no, you and Donghyuck received flowers left and right. You wondered whether this is what high school should be like and expected Donghyuck to feel the same, but that school year was different. The people liked the extroverted, friends with everybody Donghyuck, so it was easier for him to adjust to the new place and the new people.

They’d started dating the week after school started. Haerin was a part of a big group, the ones who’d studied in the school’s sister middle school down the road, and she knew everyone. She was nice, or so you’ve heard because you didn’t have that many conversations with her to confirm if she truly is, and she’d say hi to you when you passed by her by the lockers.

Donghyuck tried to take you with him whenever they’d hang out, of course, but his attempts could only do much because you weren’t into the same things as they were. Eventually, you’d found your own group and adjusted to the new school all by yourself. It made you worry about Donghyuck less whenever you’d see him all happy and loud like the person he is. While Donghyuck’s name stuck with Haerin’s all throughout high school, yours remain independent. You’d decided you’d start dating when you’re ready.

The only times you’d see each other, apart from the classes you shared, were weekends with your families. You and him talk, of course. Donghyuck at home is different from Donghyuck at school. But it was different. The memories of you and him going to and from school gradually blurred between all the people you’d met in high school.

Kim Haerin broke up with Donghyuck as soon as you all came back from Christmas break on the last year of junior high. She’d started dating the new guy from the other class who transferred all the way from Germany. She’d given Donghyuck a kiss in the middle of the empty gymnasium and told him she’d loved him but the sparks were gone.

Donghyuck waited with you on the bus stop that same day. To this day, he waits with you.

im jieun, November 2019 – December 2019

Im Jieun was one of a kind, and if you could pick, she was your favorite from Donghyuck’s long list of lovers.

She was a couple of years older than you and Donghyuck. How Donghyuck even got the slimmest chance of dating her, you have no idea. She was a freshman in college. You and Donghyuck met her at one of your seniors’ birthday party; they’d hit it off easily. They had the same personality, almost like twins, and were pretty much the perfect couple in your newly found friend group.

That year was the most life changing for him because Donghyuck lost his virginity with her, and for quite some time, similar to when he’d dated Kim Haerin, he disappeared from your life, and not that you’d cared at much at that time because you were also dating your first boyfriend, Na Jaemin.

Jaemin was everything a first boyfriend should be. Gentle and sweet, determined and future-driven, truly the kind you’d want your parents to meet. He’s been in the same class as you since junior high, but he wasn’t the kind to approach women that easily. He was brought up loyal and kind, and it showed with the way he treated you. He asked you out on a dinner for the first date, at an amusement park for the second, and a picnic by the park for the third—which was the same day he officially asked you as his girlfriend.

When Donghyuck had learned, he was as surprised as a best friend would be.

“You never told me you liked Jaemin,” he commented when you’d told him the news. He was sitting on the swivel gaming chair you and him bought as pairs right beside your bed, where you were still half asleep because he barged in at seven on a Sunday morning. Apparently, he learned it because he saw Jaemin’s Instagram story from your date with him last night.

“Because I didn’t,” you groggily replied. You squinted, trying to make up your mind whether Donghyuck’s a dream or not. “I mean, I like him now. But it didn’t occur to me until he started asking me out for dates.”

Donghyuck leaned his head against your chair, kicking his feet off the floor to spin himself around. “You never even told me you went out on dates.”

You giggled. “Are you sulking now, Donghyuck?”

He sighed. “I tell you all about the girls I date. Even the ones I dream on dating. And this one time you finally decided to start dating, I wasn’t there for you.”

You sat up, watching as your child-like best friend spins himself dizzy on your chair. “Check your phone. Every time Jaemin and I went out, I texted you.”

He sighed again, pressing his foot on your bedroom’s floor, stopping so he could look at you eye to eye. “You didn’t tell me it was a date. You said you were having dinner with him, going to the amusement with him, and hanging out with him at the park.”

“We’re 19,” you pointed out. “What would 19-year olds do alone together?”

Donghyuck tilted his head sideways. “You and I are always alone together.��

“It’s different.” You throw a pillow at Donghyuck, kicking off the blanket from your body and moving to give him some space to lay on. “Come here, you big baby.”

Donghyuck’s mouth formed into a pout but occupied the space on your bed anyway.

“I’m a big girl,” you reminded him as he rested his head on your chest. “I don’t need you to be there for me on my first relationship.”

“Ouch,” he mumbled.

“I will always need you in my life, Donghyuck,” you clarified, knowing well how Donghyuck hates being not needed. “Just, not for this one. I might actually, truly like Jaemin. He’s a good guy.”

Donghyuck hummed. “But I’m still your best friend, right?”

You laughed. Because it’s the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. Donghyuck will always be your best friend. You were certain no relationship would break that. You and him were past being insecure about your friendship.

“Always.”

Donghyuck broke up with Jieun before Christmas break. The reason, you have no idea. But he’d told you it wasn’t as fun as it was in the beginning anymore. And Jieun was in university, after all, and you and him had SATs to pass and college essays to ace before the school year ends.

You and Jaemin took him out for clubbing that night, in hopes of cheering him up. It was a mystery to you why he’d suddenly decided to end it when the relationship seemed like it was smooth-sailing. They’d even talk about Donghyuck going to the same university as Jieun next year. You didn’t recall any fights within the relationship, so you wonder why.

Donghyuck leaves the club without you and Jaemin.

lee naeun (again), February 2020 – April 2020

Donghyuck learned from Lee Jeno that his first love returned from the US to take her bachelor’s degree in Seoul on Valentine’s day. He found her wandering around SNU’s main lobby on the first day of the spring semester. You and Donghyuck were visiting the university after receiving your acceptance letters, looking for an apartment to share. Jaemin was going to another university, so it wasn’t wise for you and him to move in together, hence Donghyuck offered to move in with you to save up some money for rent and other expenses.

Lee Naeun stood there, still taller than Donghyuck, still the first person who ever kissed Donghyuck’s lips, still the first person you’d ever compared yourself to, wondering what she had that you didn’t.

Like the day they kissed in 2013, you looked away when Donghyuck finally reached to where she stood, wondering why, all of a sudden, many years later, the butterflies were flying all over in your stomach once again.

ginny williams, September 2020 – October 2020

Of course, the first woman that Donghyuck officially dated in university is from the UK. Jeno said he only dated her to show everyone he’s immensely improved in English.

The break-up was proof Donghyuck never improved in English. He didn’t even understand why she was breaking up with him.

park yesol, September 2021 – February 2022

You introduced Donghyuck to Park Yesol because it’s what she wanted for her birthday.

She had invited you to her 21st birthday. You and her, if you were being honest, barely know each other. You only shared a class in Literature once, so at first, it was a mystery to you why she suddenly invited you. When she’d asked if you could ask Donghyuck to RSVP with you, you’d known that it’s all she wanted from you.

Eventually, they’d start dating. Donghyuck, at that time, had been single for almost a year. He thought he convinced you that college was finally catching up on him hence he’d put a stop to his “demanding” dating life. However, Donghyuck is your best friend, and you could see right through him. You knew he liked someone he wasn’t willing to share with you, and he was probably working up the courage to ask that person out, which, when you thought about it, was new. Donghyuck was cunning and ambitious and he knew what he wanted and how to get it. He was never one to shy away from the people he liked, so it was a little suspicious that it took him almost a year to start dating again. You did not figure out who he liked, and you knew he’d only started dating Yesol to get you to shut up about it.

You and him knew it wasn’t a serious relationship because Yesol was dating other guys while she’d dated him. Donghyuck told you it felt like the relationship was just for sex because of his oozing sex appeal; you’d thrown a cushion at him when he’d said that.

Meanwhile, you and Jaemin were almost at pointbreak.

You didn’t want to spend Valentine’s Day being uncertain of the relationship would go, so you broke up with him on the first day of February. Jaemin had gotten an internship in Japan a few months ago, and the company that hired him liked him so much that they wanted to keep him while he finishes his degree virtually. You wished you could say the same, that you loved him so much you also wanted to keep him.

It was finally catching up to you and him, the distance. So, it was better you’d break it off before you and him start failing subjects just to keep a relationship steady.

Two and a half years together wasn’t enough. You and Jaemin wanted to spend the rest of your college years, at least, together. But like he said the night you’d ended it: it wasn’t worth it if it was compromising your mental health and studies. You’d cried so much that night, and you wondered if Donghyuck pretended he couldn’t hear you sobbing from the other side of the apartment.

Come Valentine’s Day, Donghyuck asked you to dress up, throwing a paper bag at you.

The place he “luckily scored�� a reservation from, on a busy, fully-booked Valentine’s night, was nice. It was romantic and you were flushed and giddy from all the wine and all of the Donghyuck.

“Why are you here with me and not with Yesol?” you’d asked after the waiter filled your glass.

Donghyuck smiled at you. “I broke up with her two weeks ago.” Around the same time you did with Jaemin. “I figured if my best friend would be miserable on Valentine’s day, I should be, too.”

You laughed. “Well, you don’t look too miserable for a newly single man.”

“I’m not,” he confessed. “I’m never miserable when I have you.”

You reached out one hand, palm facing Donghyuck. He intertwined his hand with yours. And it fit perfectly. Just like the dress he got you.

your name, June 2022 – present (or alternately, sometime in 2005 – forever.)

“Lee Naeun, Kim Haerin, Im Jieun, Lee Naeun again, then Park Yesol,” you enumerate. “You were a ladies’ man!”

Donghyuck whines, begging you to stop as you go through his things in his room, particularly the notes and letters from the girls he’d dated.

You and him are moving out. Graduation is just around the corner, and you and Donghyuck decided to move on to a better place. Your boyfriend got a job in one of the biggest companies in his industry, while you’re yet to find yours.

“Don’t forget Ginny Williams,” he teases, throwing you a love letter from the bunch.

“You did not date Ginny Williams, Donghyuck. It was an illusion,” you scoff. “Tell me one conversation you had with her. A real one.”

“I swear to God, she loved me,” he answers. “Stop playing around and help me in here.”

You stand from the carpeted floor and walk towards Donghyuck as he sorts out the things from his study desk. Donghyuck starts with the tower of books and folders, organizing them alphabetically as he carefully places them on the box labeled as books. The other box is labeled as essentials; hence you start throwing his headphones and speakers and its chargers in. While doing so, you get a hold of a small box that contains what you thought were miscellaneous items mixed in with trash, until you realize what’s inside.

There are a few polaroid pictures of you and him from high school, including a picture of you and him on your high school’s graduation day, some receipts from, now you recognize, the places you’d gone to. There’s a receipt from when you and him took the subway to visit a museum at the other side of the country back in 2018, another from Valentines day 2022, when you and him celebrated being newly single, the old ticket from your senior prom when he’d gone with you, and so many more that you could recognize just from its dates.

“Donghyuck,” you whisper as you look at the box of memories. Donghyuck turns, eyes wide when he recognizes the box you’re holding. “Where… where should I put these?”

Donghyuck loved many girls in his life. You can recall their names in the order of when he’d dated them. You had your favorites and the ones you didn’t like that much. Some of your friends wonder if you’ve ever been insecure knowing you weren’t the first kiss or the first person he had sex with and if you were okay with knowing all of that. You weren’t the first and you wish you’d be the last. The only thing you’re certain of, is that he had always loved you, and that alone erases all the other thoughts.

If you could say so, you’re thankful for all of the girls he loved before because they made him the one you’d fallen for. Every dead-end street led him straight to you.

He smiles. “Essentials.”

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nyoomfruits · 10 months ago

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i somehow lost the ask but this was written for the ‘wanna practice’ kiss prompt with lestappen :)

The door of the dorm room swings open rather dramatically, banging against the opposing wall as Charles comes barging through, beeling for this bed and flopping down on it face first.

“Do I just suck?” He asks, voice muffled by his pillow.

“Yes,” Max says, not looking up from where he is working on his econ homework on his own side of the dorm room.

“You don’t even have any context,” Charles says, unburrying his face. Max glances at him. He’s pouting.

“Hm,” Max says, pretends to consider it. “No, my answer stands.”

Charles makes a dramatic strangled warbling noise and falls back into the pillows. Not for the first time, Max regrets becoming his friend. It was easier, back in high school, when they were sworn enemies. Lot less exaggerated sighing as Charles waits for him to ask him what’s wrong.

After the fifth sigh, a deep one that must be coming from the depths of Charles toes, Max finally relents. “Fine,” he says. “What happened?”

Charles looks up with entirely too much glee, happy to be indulged, as he says, “I think I’m like, unloveable.”

Max suppresses his snort as he thinks of all the people that would line up to get their shot with Charles Leclerc. “Sure,” he settles on. “Why?”

“I was making out with this girl last night and then she made this very obvious excuse and just left. And there was this guy, a week ago, we’d just been making out for like, maybe a minute and then he went ‘nope’ and left.” Charles has flopped onto his back now, staring miserably at the ceiling.

“Maybe you’re just bad at kissing,” Max says, frowning down at his econ homework.

“What? No I’m not,” Charles says, indignant. There’s a pause, during which Max scribbles some things down in his notes. Then, very quietly, “Oh my god, maybe I am.”

Max makes a ‘well, there you go’ motion, and hopes this means he can finally go back to finishing this assignment. It isn’t due for another two days, but there’s that paper coming up and he has time now, so-

“Kiss me,” Charles says. Max hadn’t even heard him move, but he’s here now, leaning into Max’s space like some kind of siren out of a Greek myth trying to lure him into the depths of seduction.

Or something. If anything, Max’s brain isn’t really working right. Charles is right there, in his space, hands leaning on the sides of Max’s desk chair, looking ridiculously… giddy, almost. Max had this dream once. But Charles had looked a lot more sultry and his eyes had been closed and he’d been sitting in Max’s lap instead of leaning over him and-

“Why,” Max says. In his haste to stop that insane train of thought, he forgets to phrase it as a question.

Charles pouts at him. His nose is inches away from Max’s. “So you can tell me if I’m a bad kisser.”

“Who says I’d be a good judge of that,” Max says, instead of outright ‘no’, because he’s a self sabotaging idiot. “Maybe I’m a horrible kisser.”

Charles tssk’s. “You and Daniel dated for like two years. If you’d been bad at kissing he’d dumped you much sooner.”

“Thanks,” Max says, frowning. “I think.”

“Come on,” Charles weedles. “Just see it as like, practice. For you. For when the next Daniel comes along.”

Max snorts derisively. The next Daniel is currently trying to convince him to kiss, so. Whatever. “Fine,” Max eventually says, because Charles is a stubborn little bastard and maybe if they kiss he will finally leave Max to his assignment.

Also Charles is still there, in his space, with his big green eyes and his stupid pouty mouth and Max is only a man, so.

“Yay!” Charles says, and then abruptly lunges forward to smash his lips against Max’s.

Their teeth clunk together and Max winces as his nose bumps against Charles’s, and he lets out a strangled little noise as he gently pushes Charles back.

He’s starting to see there might be some truth to the whole ‘Charles is bad at kissing’ thing.

“Wow, okay, let’s just,” he gently pushes a confused Charles further back and gets up out of his chair, so they’re face to face. “Maybe do it a little more gently, yeah? Like this,” He puts one hand on Charles chin, tilts his fac up a little, softly brushing their lips together before pressing a little harder, letting their lips slide against each other.

And oh, it’s much better like this, Charles following Max’s lead, his hands coming to rest on Max’s waist as Max’s hands slip into Charles’s hair, and he’s a little enthusiastic with his tongue at first, but he’s a quick learner, and for a moment there Max forgets all concept of time.

“Ah,” Charles says when he pulls away. There’s a frown on his face, like he's deep in thought. “Yes. I might have been doing that wrong.”

Max merely hums, still reeling a little bit from the experience, still feeling the faint touch of Charles’s lips on his own, not trusting himself to speak.

“Well!” Charles suddenly says, seemingly shaking himself out of whatever thought process he’d gotten tangled up in. “Thanks for that! I shall put it into practice now.”

It takes Max a while to understand what he means, but then Charles is putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys and oh.

He means with other people.

“Right,” Max says, trying really hard not to look disappointed. “Right, well, good luck.”

“Thanks!” Charles yells over his shoulder, before moving through the door, taking Max’s entire heart with him.

Max is left standing in the middle of the room, staring forlornly at his econ homework. It suddenly lost all of its earlier appeal. Especially when he can still feel the ghost of Charles’s finger tips on his waist.

#lestappen???? in this economy????#i kid #anyway excuse my characterization its Been A While #lestappen #drabble

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dummie-writes · 6 months ago

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the party walkers

self insert .✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* school bus graveyard

words: 2.21k

next part: a rescue mission

note: hot minute, hey guys, this is my first time writing for school bus graveyard! currently, it's probably my favorite webtoon (that being said, all my other favorites are on hiatus, so, yk. that's that.) if you followed me for genshin one shots, I just wanna let you know I'm NOT gonna stop writing them, permanently at least. I haven't been able to fixate on genshin for a bit because the app is too big for my phone and trying to play on my computer kills me inside. hope you enjoy, also things prooobably aren't gonna be perfect, lol, I'm going off memory of the first chapter/s

content: self insert for sbc, uh, go read that first, I don't think I'll end up including anything (at least, not here) that needs extra trigger warnings. long term, it's a tyler x reader, maybe, idk, but regardless I don't plan on starting that for a bit.

i. a demon inside of my skin

you hadn't been in "the room where it happened", so to speak. actually, you didn't know what everyone else was dealing with for about a week after savannah, because you thought you were having batshit crazy nightmares! your hotel room was a good bit further away from everyone else's that first night, and after making a run for it into a room and barricading yourself in, you thought that would be the end of it. everyone did, didn't they?

and then, you went home. warm bed, soft blanket, box fan running in the background while you scrolled through various social media apps. it was nearing midnight, but that wasn't new for you. the early morning hours were your friend, the moon a sibling by your teenage years. not unique, sure, but that was the reality of that situation. a small shiver tickles your spine as you remember the night mare last night brought you, your fingertips ghosting the spot on your knuckle where you had banged it and broken your finger in that dream. it was even sore when you woke up. sometimes, nightmares were like that though. sometimes people woke up gasping for air after drowning in their sleep, or craving cigars after being a smoker in their dreams. sore knuckles weren't that far off.

it was like a flash; one moment, you were watching a college aged blonde talk about the type of oils she used for her long, silky, soft hair, and the next, the sky from out your window was a bleeding carmine. there was a loud silence, no wind, no rain, no box fan or phone.

then, again, you heard it. click, click, click. chatter, chatter, chatter. okay. cool. another nightmare. fun and fantastic.

shooting out of your sheets, your index finger throbbed, sparing a second and glancing at it revealed purple spots upon green bruises splotched along your hand. curling your finger inward hurt, but was possible. making a fist around your blanket, you threw it as hard as possible off of you, hoping to distract whatever was making the noise. it did not have the desired affect, and flew a couple feet before expanding and landing softly on the floor. that didn't matter, you were already on your feet and they were thudding to your door before you were aware of what was going on, scrambling on the carpet of your bedroom as you heard skitter like movements from where your eyes couldn't catch the gray, uncanny human-like figure making its way toward you on all fours. it was fast. way, way too fast. the undignified squeal you released as you yanked open your door turned into a gravelly scream of both terror and agony when you slid through, slamming the door shut before you, a blackened finger along with it. it didn't fall to the floor, but instead was hanging painfully out of your back, right under your shoulder blade. like a when a plank of wood splinters, but has enough fibers to hang off and out of the main piece and bobs back and forth. except you're not a piece of wood, and you have to not scream right now.

you feel nausea drinking its way into your chest, but adrenaline pushes it to a back burner as a need to survive pulses in your brain. grabbing a random shoe, a picture frame from off the wall, and a small ball which were left on the floor earlier, you throw them in another direction and hope it sounds enough like footsteps that when you get into the bathroom, whatever that thing is doesn't try to follow you in there.

the balls of your feet aren't much quieter than your whole foot, but they'll have to do as you nearly slam the bathroom door, stop yourself in the knick of time to edge it closed instead, and lock it. for the first time in your entire life, you internally thank your parents that you didn't get that house with the skylight in the bathroom.

now, you hold your breath. the creaking of the floors beneath your cheap carpet tells you that that thing, that monster, that whatever-it-is, is passing by. your fingers shake as you cover your mouth with one hand, the other cupping your nose as you try desperately to slow and quiet your breathing. unfortunately, the racing of your heart isn't helping, and neither is the recognition of that wound that craved up your back so nicely. again, your stomach turns. you don't have time to deal with that right now, even if you can feel blood dripping down your back and throbbing which matches your heartbeat.

click, click, thump, thump. the shadow from the light outside darkens, two fuzzy shadows before the door. silence. praying.

click, click. click. it slowly, slowly, drags its hideous feet away from the door.

you can't breathe for another minute, and the instant you do, it comes out as a heave. your eyes go wide as you scramble toward the bathtub, making it just in time to spill your guts. after emptying your stomach, you pull away with watery eyes and a raw throat, coughing a couple times. you feel a little bit better, as you usually do after throwing up, but that won't last. also, you need water, and that means looking in the mirror if you don't wanna be loud. but for right now, you just need to lay down for a moment. just breathe. you're so, so light headed. you had only just woken up, and this all felt so real. the pain in your hand and in your back. the scratchy stinging you feel up your esophagus. the exhaustion pawing under your eyes as you start to lean backward;

except, you can't, and when you try that, you only shoot straight up and nearly puke all over again. thankfully, this time, the finger actually falls out of your back.

"𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯."

you can reach the majority of the wound if you really reach. it won't be perfect, but you should be able to get it properly clean and bandaged with the first aid kit your family keeps in the bathroom. you don't really know how to clean a wound this big, though. will you need stitches? the only real way to know is to look at it, even if you aren't really ready to do so.

"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭."

the thought came to you before you even moved from your spot on the floor. oh, yeah. that's right. you're asleep.

...

huh. most dreams feel a little more, don't know. dreamy?? if this is a dream, candy is going to start raining from the sky right now.

right now. here.

𝘯𝘰𝘸, you think, looking up at the ceiling half heartedly. alright, if this was a nightmare, it was a really weird horrible one. and also, you'd rather not push your luck at this point. so, mirror it is. ignoring the pit of panic welling in your chest, you push yourself to your feet, and tip toe to the kitchen sink. you stare at the faucet, and then force your eyes upward. your hair is frazzled, and there are white specks along the corners of your mouth. and then, you turn around. your jaw tightens when you see the open wound, your nightshirt torn open and revealing tattered, aggressive flesh beneath it. that thing probably cut you to the bone. hopefully, because there is in fact a bone there, it didn't hit any organs. you can breathe fine, so your lung didn't seem all too punctured. it's just ugly. ugly and painful.

cleaning it is the first step, and you're just thankful that despite the fact that you stupidly, stupidly, stupidly dumped isopropyl alcohol onto it in hopes of doing so (for a second, before the burning, you felt a little uncomfortable. and then it hit, you nearly cracked your tooth from biting down so hard), it's over with.

a week later, you find yourself in class, rubbing sleepiness from your eyes. so, long story short, that wasn't a dream, and something is horribly wrong. you waking up to a long scab running down your shoulder blade told you that much. and things were about to get a lot worse. in the real world, that is.

"sir, please. they do literally nothing. they just sit there all spaced out, rubbing their eyes. it's like they aren't even trying for this project!" brandy, your classmate begs in a hushed tone. as annoying as the brunette could be at times, she wasn't wrong. a pang in your chest as you think of possibly making it so that the other members of your group protect fail because you are too tired to do your part. god, sorry brenda, you're too busy trying to huddle up in a bathroom all night and take care of a wound that isn't healing for some reason, all while praying that the thing that chased you in there and will probably kill you, doesn't murder you. but she's still not wrong. and it isn't like she knows that, because you have something seriously wrong with you. it's not her fault, and she shouldn't have to pay for you being crazy.

"mr. thomas," you quietly call, rubbing your elbow uncomfortably as you stare at the floor. you can see brandy pause from the corner of your eye, and you think there's even a sorry expression on her face. even if she was annoying, she clearly hadn't thought you heard that. and she had a right to be upset.

"I would like to change groups, if, um, possible."

there's a pause, and from your peripheral view, you can see your teacher and classmate motioning at each other, her probably trying to convince him to let you do so. a small thump, and then a sigh. "alright. I'm going to put you with ashlyn's group. "

as a redhead from across the room pops up and looks around, mr. thomas looks through a few pieces of paper, crossing something off with his pen. he didn't say it out loud, and frankly, he didn't have to. that was the group in the class that was also failing, so, you being in it wouldn't have much of an impact anyway. at least you wouldn't sink the whole ship all by yourself. was it smart, as a teacher? no. he probably should have put you with a tutor or something. looking up at mr. thomas as you nod and collect your things from your desk reveals an, in fact, apologetic eyed brandy. she mouths a "thank you", and you nod in return. you would drag your chair to their little group later, first, you should go introduce yourself, and hope they don't kick you out.

the bright blonde of the group catches you with his eyes before anyone else. you can hear him say something, and the rest of them stop talking and turn to look at you as you awkwardly walk over. their eyes are so piercing, it's making you uncomfortable.

"can we help you?" a brunette asks, tilting her head up to look at you. her tone carries no malice, just curiosity. makes you feel a little bit better.

"I'm so sorry to ask this, if you guys don't want me in your project I'll go ask if I can be alone or join another group or something, it's not a big deal. I'm having issues with my part of the project, and it's affecting everyone else's work in my group. so they were wondering if I could join in with you guys."

they all share a really weird look with each other, like they're talking telepathically or something. a tense moment passes, and two members speak up at the same time.

"yeah sure lol."

"fuck no."

"tyler! be nice! besides, we probably need someone who actually knows what's going on in this class!"

"didn't she just say she was having issues with her work? it's not like she's going to add much."

"to be fair, I don't think any of us are doing all too great on the work anyway."

you feel the need to clarify, mainly to get this over with. "I'm not really having trouble with the work. I'm just not doing it. I'm having sleeping issues, again, not a big deal if you don't want me to join."

they all stop, and look at you again. the redheaded one narrows her eyes, letting the braid she was messing with fall to her lap. her and the boy next to the brunette girl who asked you a question - actually, now that you're up close and looking at him, that looks like one of the boys on the baseball team. didn't she call him tyler? like tyler hernandez? huh. you didn't even realize you guys shared this class.

"what kind of nightmares have you been having?" the blonde asks, looking at who you're starting to assume is ashlyn. they have a staring contest of sorts while you start to answer. "oh, just weird ones. like, ones with monsters... and stuff..."

you didn't say anything about nightmares.

he looks at you again, a cat like grin on his face. "I think you should sit down. "

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

next part: a rescue mission

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muselin · 2 years ago

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Okay thank you for answering my ask 🥺 the idea I had was:

A skz member (bang chan, lee know or seungmin) who has a step sis that they’re close to. They always had an attraction towards her but never acted on it because they’re step siblings. She visits them during one of their breaks and one day some how things between them. They get jealous of the interest another member shows for her and then they decided to finally act on their dark thoughts. One minute they’re just sitting in his room and the next he’s kissing her, pulling her onto his lap. grinding her hips against his lap. She’s confused at first because he’s her step bro but she couldn’t lie that she also felt an attraction towards him too. They fuck and then they fall into a habit of secretly sleeping with each other, frequently visiting more from then on.

Okay idk if this made you uncomfy, if it did I’m sorry 💗 this is the taboo idea I had and I wish I was imaginative enough to actually write something with a plot and not awful dialog 🙈

Holidays Bite - SKZ Minho

Who: SKZ Minho x fem!reader

Word count: 7.3k

Summary: You and Minho were typical, bickering step-siblings but after your parents' divorce, things get a little awkward. Your relationship changes when you visit Minho before the holidays and there is no going back. ⚠️Trigger warning: stepcest.

What: stepcest, older step-brother!Minho, fucking in secret, taboo relationship, no barrier protection, overstimulation, squirting, Minho is possessive and jealous and so fucking whipped for the reader hooo boy

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"What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A dumb little girl with no skewer."

"What? No, you get-- Hey!!"

You shouted after Minho who had snatched your skewer from your hand and was already munching on it as if it was the most mundane thing. The two of you were loitering around the kitchen after the festive dinner had wrapped up, both of you hiding from your parents to avoid being tasked with cleaning up.

"Well now you owe me one or I'm telling on you!"

"Pfft," Minho blew a raspberry at you after wiping a bit of sauce off his lip. "Alright, alright. What do you get when you mix Santa Claus with a duck?"

"A Christmas quacker!"

Minho couldn't stand to look at your triumphant grin and rolled his eyes as dramatically as humanly possible.

"I hate you, I hope you realise."

You knew that was a big fat lie.

Even though you and Minho weren't related, after your dad and his mother got married a few years ago just as you were starting school, Minho treated you like an annoying little sister all the same. He teased you and ordered you around but when you weren't looking, he'd intimidated and threatened more than one douchey classmate of yours who had dared to shit-talk you behind your back in the boys' locker rooms at school.

"Hey."

"Hmm?" You turned in Minho's direction, leaning on the counter.

"Wanna share this," he asked you, extending the leftover skewer to you.

You grinned at him, biting off a chunk like a hungry little kitten.

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"Would you lighten up already? You've been acting like an angry shark all week," Jisung whined as he keyed in the door code and he and Minho walked in, arms full of grocery bags.

"Stop pissing me off and I might," Minho said flatly, walking past Jisung straight for the kitchen.

"You're not taking your shoes off only because it's my turn to clean this week!"

"Oh? Is it? I hadn't realised," Minho quipped then stepped out of his trainers, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

"If your sister is anything like you, I'm moving out for the week," Jisung groaned as he set the groceries on the counter.

"Step-sister," Minho corrected, as if to remind himself. "We're not related and she's annoying so you'll be two peas in a pod."

"You say annoying, I say fun and friendly," the other boy laughed as he opened the double door fridge, loading it up with endless cans of beer and jars of salsa dip. "Since you say she's like me and you dislike her so much, maybe I'll offer her to room with me instead of you."

"Over my dead body."

It was the usual deadpan delivery so Jisung didn't think much of it, but when he turned to glance at Minho he felt a little breathless under the weight of the menacing glare his friend was directing straight at him. Minho had even stopped stacking the apples in the fruit bowl.

"Or-or she'll just room with you and I'll give you my s-spare mattress?"

Minho's lip quirked upwards. "Good boy."

It was the first time you were visiting Minho in university. It was nearly the end of the first semester of his third year and your first year, exams already over with but most people had yet to disperse for the holidays. The plan was for you to spend a week with Minho at the dorms and then both of you would return home for the festivities. Separately.

Your parents had split up a few years ago which had been painful for everyone. You had truly felt like you had a whole family again and losing that felt like a slap in the face. You and Minho had no other siblings and had got so used to each other that you didn't know what to do with yourselves at first. No more yelling at the door of your shared bathroom when you hogged the shower and Minho had to wash off after dance practice. No more bickering in the kitchen over your stealing each other's snacks. No more sharing the bus to school.

At first there were long, awkward phone calls where you and Minho would just write your homework together, on the phone, neither of you saying much. Sad meetups at your favourite ice cream place became a weekly thing, the two of you huddled in a corner, sharing a sundae and complaining about how boring your lives were now. You and Minho had ended up going to different universities in different towns and your phone calls gradually became more rare, usually you'd call him to complain about boys and he'd explain to you everything you did wrong before cheering you up and telling you that whoever couldn't see past your annoying little habits didn't deserve any of your time. He'd link you videos of his dance covers and competitions and you'd share them proudly on your social media, showing off your big brother.

Except... he wasn't your brother anymore. Minho didn't allow himself to think of that fact because every time a picture of you with some new boyfriend would pop up on his socials, a painful, unexplainable, uncomfortable feeling would twist up his guts. He was just protective of you, he still thought of you as his annoying little sister and didn't want to see you get hurt by some boy, that was all. That was how he explained it to himself.

Only he couldn't stop himself from picturing that it was his hands around your waist instead of those of the guy in the photo with you. And he couldn't explain it either. He couldn't stop dreaming of what it would be like if it was him kissing you, making you smile into the kiss instead. It was those thoughts that made Minho's breath hitch, his eyes squeezing shut as if to clear the images from his mind while the guilt and shame rose up high in his chest, ready to choke him. He shouldn't think of you that way, you were his sister, you grew up with him, it didn't matter that you weren't related by blood or family. It wasn't right, it was shameful, it was... so fucking exciting that Minho had started wearing sweats one size bigger around the house because the amount of boners he sprung unintentionally was getting downright embarrassing.

And now, he had to survive a week with you after not having lived in the same house with you for years. He'd be sharing a room with you again and you'd be in the house with his seven horny, obnoxious guy friends, none of whom had girlfriends. Just kill him now. Jisung just happened to be the target of the day but by now all of them had got their fair share of the infamous grumpy, prickly Minho who stormed and raged when something wouldn't go his way.

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"Morning, dork," Minho greeted you with a lopsided grin, then took it without missing a beat when you jumped right into his arms, dropping your luggage on the floor.

"Hi Y/N!"

You turned to Changbin, Chan and Felix, the resident extroverts, who were peeking from behind Minho's shoulder with big, cheesy smiles.

"Hi guys! It's so weird finally meeting you in person and not just seeing you pop up in Minho's video calls!" You laughed as you got off Minho and gathered up your luggage.

"Oh no, no, I'll get those for ya," Chan took your suitcase and backpack from your hands with one finger each as if they weighed nothing and you couldn't hide the impressed expression on your face.

"Why don't we show you around?" Changbin and Felix ushered you further into the hallway, both oblivious to the daggers being stared into the backs of their heads as you happily followed them to the kitchen. Doing his best to ignore the ugly feeling already bubbling in his chest, Minho trudged down the hallway to Jisung's room to take the promised (blackmailed, really) spare mattress.

Meanwhile Felix and Changbin were showing you all the snacks that had been bought for you and you were in awe of how many of your favourites there were. You happily gushed about childhood memories of eating them at the movies with your parents and Minho.

"I hope it isn't too personal," Felix started, "but when did your dad and Minho's mom split up?"

"Minho and I were still in high school," you looked down, counting the years. "So it must have been about four, no, five years ago now? God, has it really been that long?" You almost couldn't believe it yourself.

"Do you miss your step-mom?"

"Felix, we just met the girl," Changbin elbowed Felix awkwardly.

"No, it's alright. I know we only just met in person but I feel like I've known you guys for years," you smiled at the two. "I do miss her. She's such a lovely woman. She still calls me sometimes."

Felix's gaze shifted nervously from yours to somewhere behind you and you followed it instinctively, finding Minho who had walked in at some point and was looking none too pleased.

"Come on dweeb, I'll show you to my room," he said casually but his eyes never met yours, remaining fixed on Felix.

That felt a little odd, you thought as you followed Minho down the hallway, but your brother was such a grump and so moody that you didn't think much of it, if anything it was same old same old and you couldn't help but smile at the familiarity of him trying to shelter you from guys.

Minho opened the door to his room for you and you followed him inside.

"Wow, still such a poser," you teased, eyeing the posters of dance crews and photos from dance competitions decorating the walls.

"Still such a nerd," Minho fired back without missing a tick.

"You're just jealous because nerds are trendy now and you didn't get a scholarship." It was like you were twelve years old again, only taller and in a university dorm.

"My university only gives them out for the science and engineering majors, little miss "heritage college", Minho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, fair enough."

"So your stuff is over there by the drawers," Minho pointed, "and I got Jisung's air mattress. I'd offer you the bed but I know you hate hard mattresses."

"Thanks, well remembered," you thumbs up-ed. "Have you got spare blankets?"

"Oh, sure, let me just find...," Minho rummaged through the wardrobe, pulling out a spare sheet. "Um, spare blankets... are apparently something I don't have," he concluded awkwardly after pulling out all his spare bedding on the floor which consisted only of sheets.

"That's okay, do any of the boys have any?"

"I know for a fact that they don't because they borrow sheets from me and destroy them all the time," Minho grumbled, "and I've seen Chan use a towel as a blanket more than once."

"We'll just share yours then, that's cool," you shrugged.

"Yeah... Yeah, sure."

Minho hurried out of the room, hit by the sudden realisation that the last time you lived together it was still common for you two to share a bed on family road trips. He tried his hardest not to imagine sharing a bed with you, how soft your skin would be if he reached for you under the covers, dragging his fingers up the inside of your thighs...

"You coming or what? I'm showing you the bathroom and then I have to leave for practice, come on." His voice sounded more annoyed than he'd intended, and the latter part was an outright lie. He didn't have practice but what he did have was a desperate need to go over to the dorm next door with the keys his friends had left him and jerk off in their bathroom if he had any hope of making it through the evening with you.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," you followed him back into the hallway.

"This is the bathroom you can use, I share with Felix and Hyunjin but Hyunjin barely ever leaves his room and he showers in the middle of the night so you don't need to worry about that."

You looked around the space, finding it cleaner than you'd expect in a house of eight college boys.

"And how do I work the shower?"

"I'll show you, you turn this on first," Minho guided you nearer to the shower with a hand on your shoulder, reaching past you to turn a dial on the boiler, "and then you use this knob to adjust the temperature." He reached further past you to reach it, his whole body caging yours now.

The feeling of your warmth and your faint perfume enveloping him almost made him shiver but he held fast and didn't let it show.

Something about how broad he was registered as a novel feeling in your mind. He wasn't quite like this when you last saw him, but then you hadn't really ever paid that much attention. He was always your big brother, you hadn't really noticed how strong his thighs seemed in his fitted jeans or how his hoodie seemed to stretch over his shoulders more now than you ever recalled. Because why would you notice? Why would you, and why were you noticing now? Were his eyes always so pretty and deep? They really were awfully pretty.

"What?" Minho frowned, still less than a palm's breadth away from you, fingers still clinging to your waist.

"Nothing, I just thought you had something in your hair," you lied instinctively, unsure whether Minho bought it because your eyes had never reached anywhere higher than his own. You were too distracted following the details of his lashes and the way the light reflected in his dark eyes. Something in the air had shifted, both of you knew that but both of you refused to acknowledge it.

Minho quickly withdrew his hand from your waist, mumbling about going to practice now and how he'd be back later, leaving you alone and disconcerted in the bathroom.

You heard the front door open and close before you'd even made it back into the hallway.

"Aren't you and Hyunjin going to practice too?" You asked Felix who had just emerged from the kitchen, seeming confused himself. You knew that Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were part of the same dance crew.

"Practice broke up for the holidays last week, why?"

"Oh, no reason..."

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When Minho returned it was already dark. He followed the sound of laughter to the living room to find you and Felix engaged in some sort of dance routine. Even Hyunjin had crawled out of his room, giggling happily on the couch as he directed you and Felix this way and that.

"No, no, you leg should bend inwards, not like that," Hyunjin pointed.

"How?! That's not humanly possible," you complained, trying to contort your body the way you thought he meant.

"No, silly, the other way," Felix came over to place one hand on your thigh and one on your hip, turning your leg inward and directing your movement. "Yeah, now you're getting it!"

"What are you doing?" Minho's voice cut through the jolly atmosphere and Felix took his hands off you as if he'd been caught stealing.

"Oh good, you're back! We're starving, we were waiting for you so we could order pizza," Changbin said, having just walked in as well. His keen eyes flitted between you and how close Felix was to you, then over to Minho who once again looked as if he wanted to murder someone.

"So pizza! Come on, let's choose and order already," Hyunjin joined in, having clocked the weird silent exchange.

Without a word, Minho headed for the drawer of takeout menus.

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A couple of hours later, all nine of you were strewn about the living room, pizza boxes and drinks littering all surfaces as you were all engrossed in a cheesy horror movie. You had been given the honor of the single armchair while the rest of the boys had arranged themselves on the sofa and the floor, except for Minho who perched right beside you on the armrest of the chair, claiming that it was his chair and he was not going to fully give it up.

It was unbelievably comforting to lean on Minho's sturdy frame, breathing in his familiar scent and burying your face into his hoodie during the more gory scenes. If anything, his running commentary of "for fuck's sake, you're such a baby" only added to the familiarity and comfort of the evening.

When a toilet and drink refill break was in order, Minho paused the movie and the boys rose up to stretch and take turns for the bathroom and kitchen. While Minho was busy refilling your drink in the kitchen, Felix plopped down on the armchair next to you to show you the silly picture of Hyunjin he'd promised you earlier. The others were taking their time and things quickly turned into you and Felix watching videos on his phone, huddled close on the armchair and snickering under your breaths. Felix nudged you when you teased him about showing off his own dance practice clips and you stuck your tongue out at him. Changbin had remained on the couch, scrolling through his phone but was now casting worried glances over at the two of you.

"Oh yeah? What if I caught that little tongue of yours and didn't let you have it back, hmm?" Felix said cutely, leaning over so close that you could count every freckle on his nose. There was a glint beyond just something cute in his gaze.

You weren't entirely clueless, you didn't miss the way his eyes drifted down to your lips for a second even though you hadn't said anything. There was something a little hungry in his eyes. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the realisation that Felix really was so very cute and he liked you.

"Uuuuh, hyung, can you get me one more beer too, please?" Changbin's voice was loud and tense, addressing Minho who was just about to walk back into the living room.

"Get it yourself, you lazy--"

The sound of the popcorn bowl rattling on the floor startled you and Felix, both of you bolting upright on instinct.

"I have to ask you something real quick, come here," Changbin quickly stood up and dragged Felix by the arm down the hallway. It was unmistakable this time, the sheer possessiveness with which Minho glared in Felix's direction as the lattee disappeared with Changbin into their room.

"Dude, what the fuck? What's the matter with you," Felix yanked his arm from Changbin's grip once the door shut behind them.

"Are you really that stupid? Have you really not noticed that all of today Minho has been two seconds away from ripping you a new one?"

Felix blinked rapidly, not looking exactly like a person in the know.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't act like that around his sister without his permission, man!" Changbin sounded exasperated.

"Like what? I wasn't doing anything, we were just hanging out," Felix tried to explain himself.

"Oh please, you've been drooling all over her all day! You're not fooling me and you're certainly not fooling Minho."

"Yeah, so? They're not related and they're not even technically step-siblings anymore, what's the problem?"

Changbin sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

"It doesn't work like that, man. They grew up together, she's his younger sister and he's always going to be protective of her. Do us all a favour and give this up before you really fuck things up with Minho. I don't want to have to look for a whole new set of housemates for next year."

"Are we going to talk about what just happened, or...?"

You left the question rhetorically unfinished, looking up at Minho who had repositioned himself on the armrest next to you. He'd been way too obvious to pretend nothing at all had happened.

"He knows I don't like it when he takes my chair."

So that's what he was going with.

"Right. Okay," you muttered.

"What?" Minho nudged you with his thigh which was level with your waist where he was perching.

An idea popped into your head and in that moment it seemed like such a good way to probe what Minho was actually on about.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit peeved because I was having a conversation and we were getting somewhere before you interrupted us."

"Getting where," Minho asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well, you know how I've been single for a while again? I was telling Felix about that and he's so cute, honestly I was kind of hoping he might ask me out."

No response followed, only the sound of Minho swallowing thickly as he tried not to react.

"You don't mind, right?" You had him cornered.

It felt like ice lodged in Minho's stomach at your question and he was genuinely drawing a blank.

"Minho?"

"I... I don't know. It's a bit weird, I've never had to think about it. You're my sister, I've never thought of you going out with one of my friends."

"I've been thinking though... We're always going to be close but I'm not your sister anymore, technically."

He finally looked at you and there was a weird expression on your face.

"What? Surprised that I would say that?" You raised your eyebrows at him. "You always make sure you emphasise that fact to your friends on video calls. Is it weird to hear me saying it myself?"

Minho stood up.

"Clearly you want to have some sort of conversation but I can't do this now, the guys are all coming back. Let's just finish the movie first," Minho said without looking at you as he arranged himself on the sofa.

Seungmin, Chan and Hyunjin returned with drinks and joined him and a few minutes later Jeongin, Changbin and Felix emerged from the hallway. Felix glanced at you awkwardly before joining the two on the floor, as far away from both you and Minho as possible.

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Waiting for the movie to finish was like white room torture. You couldn't concentrate on the plot at all and barely noticed when the guys would laugh or shriek at whatever was going on in the haunted house in the movie. When the credits finally rolled you sighed in relief.

Minho went to get spare towels while the boys cleaned up around the living room and bickered about who was going to shower in what order.

"Um, I'll use Hyunjin and Jeongin's bathroom for the week so don't worry about using up the water," Felix said awkwardly as he shuffled past you with arms full of pizza boxes. You nodded and gave him a tense smile in return.

With an uneasy feeling you made your way to Minho's room to unpack some of your things and ask who was going first but you heard the shower in his bathroom already running. You exhaled heavily. At least the conversation was going to be postponed for a little while, you thought as you got clothes and toiletries out of your backpack and suitcase. You laid pyjamas out on the bed as if appraising them. Couldn't you just wear Minho's? Surely he wouldn't mind that, given that he was already acting like some sort of alpha male marking his territory around you. You tucked your pyjamas back into your suitcase just as the shower was turned off in his bathroom.

You didn't want to cross paths with him just yet so you went to the kitchen to get yourself water to keep in the room for the night. As soon as you shut the door, however, you bumped into a hard, warm body. Of course Minho's. Bare from the hips up, towel riding low at his waist. Your stomach dropped and there was no stopping your eyes from roaming all over his muscled torso, the way a few stray droplets still rolled from his neck down to his sculpted chest and you forgot to breathe. When you finally dared to meet Minho's eyes he was waiting patiently, as if he knew what you would do. He handed you a clean towel as he passed you, not bothering to say anything.

You gave up on going to the kitchen entirely and clutched your toothbrush in your hand. You couldn't face going back to the room to get the rest of your toiletries and resigned yourself to borrowing Minho's as you bolted for the bathroom and had one of the fastest showers of your life.

The warm spray did little to quiet your mind but it did calm your breathing and suddenly facing Minho didn't feel so scary. You'd go in, ask to borrow pyjamas and just have a conversation. There wasn't much coherent inner monologue happening in your head and you fixed yourself up as if on autopilot, wrapping the towel above your chest to cover yourself as you left the warm bubble of the bathroom.

Minho was waiting for you, sitting on his bed and had thankfully put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. When he saw you he patted the space next to him.

"Can I borrow some PJs before we do that?"

The double meaning of the question didn't occur to you until after you said it but Minho didn't linger on it and just tucked into his dresser drawer to hand you a t-shirt and pair of shorts similar to what he was wearing.

"I think they're all done in the bathrooms, you can go back out," he said quietly.

"I can just change here quickly if you just..." You motioned for Minho to turn around and he obliged, turning off the main light and leaving just the soft warm glow from the small lamp by his bed. He said cross-legged with his hands covering his lap, the only sound in the room that of fabric rustling over your bare skin and Minho had entirely given up on covering up his erection. If you noticed it, then you noticed it and that was going to be just one more conversation that needed to be had.

He felt the mattress dip and jostle slightly as you made your way to sit next to him and he finally turned around. A lump formed in his throat at how cute you looked in his shirt and shorts, and he tried his damndest not to stare at your nipples outlined by the thin fabric. He tried even harder not to think of how much this reminded him of the nights you two had spent with torches under a blanket reading books you were too young for, talking about what houses you wanted to live in and what you would do when you grew up.

"So...," you started hesitantly.

"So."

You chewed your lip. "So things have been weird, huh?"

"You might say that."

"It's not about Felix at all, is it." It wasn't a question from you.

"It's a little about Felix," Minho smiled lopsidedly, one eye crinkling.

"But it could just as easily have been about any of the boys?"

"I don't...," Minho sighed, hand going up to the back of his neck nervously. "I think you're right. Yes, I actually can physically say that," he narrowed his eyes sarcastically when you smirked at him. You breathed a little easier when his usual sarcastic demeanor resurfaced, however slightly.

You gambled and reached out to clasp your fingers around his.

"I missed you just the same as I always do, you know?"

"I know," he said, looking down at your clasped hands. "I just don't know when it started to feel... different." He looked up at you, hoping to whoever would listen that you would catch his meaning and make it easier for him, make it so that he didn't have to spell out exactly how he felt in the agonising detail that he felt it.

"It got harder to see you with other guys, boyfriends or even Felix today. It never used to bother me this much."

"Well it used to bother me," you quipped. "But now I think I kind of like it."

"Like what?"

"I like that you don't like when I'm with other guys," you looked at him square in the eyes. "And..."

He followed your eyes as they traced the lines of his neck to his collarbones exposed by the loose shirt he wore.

"Some of the things I've thought about... I felt so awful," he started carefully, voice dropping to a whisper halfway through from how it shook.

"If I made you take your other hand off your lap, what would happen?" You knew very well what it would reveal, and looked up at Minho as if to challenge him.

You knew. You knew everything. And the only reason you could know this much was if you had felt it yourself too, Minho thought and threw hesitation to the side as he took the hand you were holding off his lap, revealing his erection which was still straining in his shorts.

"What would we do, hypothetically?" Your voice was now a whisper too.

"Maybe something like what we talked about at the tree house that summer."

Minho was referring to the last year you lived together before your parents split up. They were fighting a lot and you and Minho would often end up escaping to the tree house you had built together in middle school. By then Minho had lost his virginity to his first girlfriend and being the horny teens you both were, you'd begged him to tell you what his first time was like, claiming it was so that you'd know what to do to be safe when the time came for you too. Minho had called you crazy but eventually gave in, and it had been surprisingly romantic the way it had happened for him. He'd been gentle and careful but when he'd realised how well he'd been doing and how much his girlfriend had enjoyed it, he'd got more passionate and rough and ended up even getting her to orgasm. You had listened to the story and wondering what this feeling was in your groin as Minho was telling it. A heavy, throbbing sort of feeling as images had flashed in your mind of what it would feel like to have someone do those things to you. Years later you'd realised that you had wanted Minho to be the one doing them to you but you could never tell him, he would never understand.

Except he did, and he'd felt the same way for God knows how long and you had never realised. Society would frown on you and your parents would go insane if they found out and so you desperately hoped you could keep it secret, but that was all going to be a problem for the you of a few hours later to deal with.

Because right now Minho was kissing you.

Soft, eager lips moulding around yours as his hands reached up to cradle your face. His passion poured into his kiss and you could say hand on your heart that you had never been kissed like that by anyone else. Your lips parted helplessly and sparks shot through you at the same time as a shiver swept over your skin at the feel of Minho's tongue tracing your bottom lip for permission. You moaned into his mouth and he did the same, years of repressed feelings and longing seeping out of you and guiding your lips and bodies closer together.

You moved to straddle Minho's lap and hummed high and needy at the feel of his hard cock right against your core through the thin layers of fabric separating you. He sucked your bottom lip between his and bit it lightly, greedy and wanton as he dragged his lips down your jaw to your neck where he lavished the skin with open-mouthed kisses and bites, stoking a feeling inside you just like that at the treehouse. A needy, throbbing tension between your legs that screamed to be alleviated and you instinctively ground your hips down onto his, nestling his cock right against your clit through your shorts. The pressure on your sensitive bud felt divine and you moaned more loudly, prompting Minho to shush you gently.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy, no one can know about this. No one...."

His whispering in your ear had you arching your back, pressing your breasts against his chest and your patience wearing thinner. You quieted yourself by kissing his neck, nibbling lightly on the skin and smiling against it when he sighed. Your fingers reached for the hem of his shirt and he raised his arms for you easily, letting you pull it up and off of him.

"You got really hot, you know?" It sounded stupid but you wanted him to know and the light chuckle vibrating in his chest made you smile as you continued your journey over his skin with your lips, kissing down his chest and dragging your hands over the expanse of smooth, warm skin.

Encouraged, he slipped his hands under your (his) shirt, caressing your back which only made you impatient for him to touch you where you wanted him more. You pressed your body against his and he looked up at you.

"What shall we do first, hmm?"

His voice was so soft as his thumbs rubbed circles around your waist. If it was possible to feel so safe and at the same time like wanting to rip his shirt clean off, that was where you were. Minho smiled at you tugging on his waistband and separated from you just long enough for you to slide his shorts down his legs. He had nothing on underneath because why would he.

You greedily spread your hands, touching as much bare, warm skin as you could while you slid down his body to settle in between his legs. He remained sitting upright, body curling up over you protectively and his hands slid into your hair.

You wrapped your fingers around his length and your pussy throbbed from how hard and heavy he was in your hand. A throaty hum vibrated in his chest and his eyes drifted closed for a moment but he didn't want to miss a second of you doing this to him, so he willed himself to keep them open. He was planning to take it easy, it was already difficult enough to silence the rational part of his brain but when your lips wrapped around his tip it all flew out the window.

"God..." he moaned as his head tipped back loosely and his grip tightened on your hair. You felt so greedy, you quickly swallowed down as much of his shaft as you could fit and a hungry little groan rumbled in your throat.

"You can't make so much noise, dummy. No one can know about this," you threw his own words back at him after you popped off him with a slurp, then promptly teased the tip of your tongue into the slit at the head of his cock. Minho had no comeback, he could only clench his jaw to quiet himself as he clung to the thought of not thrusting right into your throat. He couldn't resist pressing your head lower onto him though, and you took more of his cock in surprise.

You wanted to please him. You wanted to please your big brother and it didn't matter what the combination of those words sounded like at that moment. It only mattered how beautiful Minho's moan sounded when you slacked your jaw and swallowed around his crown, the weight of him pressing down on your tongue, your hand stroking him in turn.

"Wait, wait!" He was hastily pulling you up, gently tugging on your hair until you could look at him. "I don't even want to think about how you got so good at this but I want a turn now."

Something constricted in his chest when you licked your lips and smiled at him, mouth still barely an inch from his cock. He was in so much trouble. This went way beyond just thinking you were pretty. Your eyes made him want to make you shut them in pleasure, your smile made him him want to see it morph into a sigh as he filled you. You let him guide you up and then lay you back down on his bed on your back.

Your (his) shorts were sliding down your legs so easily as if he'd done this to you before. And he had, in his mind at least, only now he was getting to do it for real, to feel goosebumps rising over your skin as he took your underwear off with the shorts too and you were spread bare in front of him. There was so much flutter in your chest when you felt his fingers ghosting at the soft insides of your thighs that it made you think whether part of it was shame.

"Do you think maybe we shouldn't...."

The words died in your mouth when Minho's fingers reached your center and you felt just how effortless the glide was over your folds.

"Fuck, if you're backing out you have to tell me now, I can't take knowing what you feel like and not tasting it," he said tensely, keeping himself still in case you really wanted to back out.

You couldn't take it either, couldn't take having just a hint of what it would feel like to have him like that, and you pulled at his wrist, bringing his fingers back in contact with your pussy.

"Oh god, you're fucking precious, aren't you?"

You couldn't tell whether it was a tease but it didn't matter, not when Minho loomed over you, covering your body with his and leaning down to kiss you as his fingers stroked you slowly. Feeling how eager you were and how his digits slipped and slid so easily over your folds had his brain on autopilot and he was soon diving in to taste you, tongue fast and broad to capture as much of your essence as he could reach. He pressed his tongue against your clit in wide, slow strokes as his fingertips teased at your entrance and you whined quietly, terrified of anyone else hearing what you were doing with your step-brother.

He kept a steady pace but you could tell it wasn't easy for him, at times his tongue curling over your clit and a deep groan vibrating in his throat. It felt so good that despite your nervousness you were steadily getting worked up and the pricks of heat came sharp in your belly, leaving you gasping for breath. Your hands gripped at anything you could reach - the covers, your own thighs, your breasts. Minho noticed and without stopping, he dragged your hand to his hair. You pushed his head down further on instinct, grinding your hips against his face.

Easing a finger into you, he stroked your soft insides and crooked it in a way that made you clench onto it and suck in a breath.

"God, Minho, it feels so good, fuck..."

His dark eyes drank in your face twisted in pleasure and the pained way the words made it out of you and he dove back in, closing his eyes as his tongue traced patterns on your clit. He looked so fucking good like that between your legs that you sunk your teeth into your lip to try and stop the carnal moans threatening to spill.

"Tell me if you're close, I'll make it good," he murmured against your folds and you whined.

"I'm close now, oh fuck... It's so good like that, just like that!"

He obliged, only quickening his finger inside you slightly and adding a second, playing with your sensitive spot so teasingly as he continued stroking your clit with his tongue.

"Mmm, mmm.... Can you suck my clit please?" You didn't know what came over you but you were feeling so well taken care of, you felt like there was no way a sweet request like that would go unanswered.

Minho stopped lapping at your clit and looked up at you, a small grin gracing his features before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked just like you'd asked him.

A hot wave undulated somewhere from inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut from the pleasure. You were panting now, barely able to get enough air into your lungs. You were so close and so acutely focused on the sensations from Minho's fingers inside you and his lips on your clit that you could think of nothing else.

Thrusting his fingers harder inside you, Minho looked up at you once more.

"Relax and just cum on my fingers, come on." It was a quiet, almost whispered command and he looked so unbelievably hot in that moment, when he closed his lips around your clit again you only lasted another few seconds before your walls were clamping down on his fingers. Your throat was locked up, too afraid to make noise, but your face was twisted in a silent scream as the orgasm surged through you. Minho kept his fingers buried inside you for you to have something to clench on, and because he loved feeling your dripping pussy pulse around them, getting to feel your orgasm directly. Your whole body wracked in a convulsion from the force of it and Minho raised himself up to lay beside you, hands reassuringly stroking over your skin while you calmed down and caught your breath.

When you could finally open your eyes properly, you found him gazing at you, dark eyes still hungry even as his fingers tamely stroked your jaw.

"It's never felt this good before, how the hell did you do that?" Your voice sounded raw and small.

"Maybe because I've imagined it so many times," Minho's smile was wry and crooked.

"Oh yeah? What else did you imagine?" You teased as much as your fucked out state allowed.

Minho chuckled lightly, tucking his head into your shoulder before raising it up so his lips were at the shell of your ear.

"So many things. Like how it would feel to have you on top of me, riding me..." His whisper thrummed inside you like the lick of hot metal. "How warm and wet you'd feel around my cock, how I could watch myself disappearing inside you as I spank that cute ass of yours from behind..."

His cock was hard and warm, precum dribbled out of his tip onto your thigh, and you moaned from the sensation of it and the filthy words he was caressing you with. You didn't feel spent anymore, all you wanted was to feel full of him, to finally know what it felt like.

"I want to feel that too. Please, fuck me..." You reached down to stroked his cock and heard him hiss before he bit your earlobe lightly.

"How do you want me, precious?"

God, the nickname made this feel even filthier. It used to be a word meant to tease you and now it had taken on a whole new meaning.

"I want what you just said. Please!"

He took your hand and guided you to sit up and turn around on all fours, fitting himself between your spread thighs behind you and reaching down to stroke your pussy again.

"You're fucking dripping for me," he remarked as he teased along your wet slit, dipping a digit in just for a second and spreading the wetness over your clit before stroking it with the pads of his fingers.

You moaned low and desperate, still sensitive from your orgasm but your hips pushed back chasing his touch regardless.

"Fuck, you don't know how good you look right now. Spread open like that for me and so wet..."

You never thought you'd ever hear such words from Minho but now that you were hearing them, you wanted only for him not to stop.

"You gonna fuck yourself on my fingers? So needy, always such a little princess, have to have whatever you want, don't you?"

He was teasing but obliging you at the same time, fingers poised at your entrance and when you pushed back you felt them sink into you deep.

"Please, oh my god, please fuck me now, I need your cock, please!"

You never thought you'd be one to beg either, but few things were turning out to be as you expected from this visit, that was for sure.

Your felt Minho remove his fingers from you and something blunt replacing the pressure at your entrance.

"Alright, stay still now."

You tried your best to do as he said, stilling your writhing his and planting your hands in front of you.

You felt the thick head of his cock breaching your entrance and popping in, but he retreated as soon as it had entered you.

A low, animalistic sound left you and you arched your back more deeply but held still for Minho. You were rewarded with the return of his tip into you and he teased it in and out of you a few times, stretching your entrance out gently and driving you out of your mind. You felt him bend over you and ghost kisses over your shoulders as his face came up to the side of your ear.

"Fuck yourself onto my cock now, come on." The whispered command made your eyes roll back as you moved your hips into him, finally taking his length in beyond the tip and nestling him fully inside you. When his hips hit your ass you both groaned, hands tightening on each other in some feeble attempt to keep things slow and not too loud.

It was unnerving how easily your bodies fell into a rhythm, Minho thrusting deeply into you and you meeting him halfway. As if you'd both imagined this very scenario and played around with how it would go down.

Tracing a hand down your back, Minho watched your silky folds swallow him up over and over as he bottomed out inside you. Both of you were holding down your moans but the slick sound of his cock working its way inside you was almost just as loud.

"Can you hear how fucking wet you are? You feel so good around me, so warm and snug I could just fill you up. Would you like that, huh?" The rasp in his voice drove you crazy and you fucked yourself onto his dick harder, keening high in your throat.

"I would love it, I would love it if you fucked me full of you..." It came out quiet and shy but Minho could feel every bit of desperation that your voice couldn't convey. Your fists clenched so tight into the covers, the deep arch to your back, the way your cunt would tighten up more on him with every deep thrust and dirty word from him.

He reached around to stroke your clit in time with his thrusts, keeling it slow and deep as he had until now and your mouth dropped open, nothing coming out. The feeling of his heavy cock dragging over your sensitised walls was hard enough to bear but his fingers on your clit made you feel like you were losing your mind. You couldn't think, breathing seemed to take so much effort and his cock inside you was almost not enough. You jerked and ground your hips desperately, taking in all of his length and swiveling your hips when he was balls-deep inside of you.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Minho! Please don't stop, just fuck me, fill me up, I want to feel it, please!"

The words kept coming out of you and you didn't care how desperate you sounded, you only wanted to feel Minho reach his high inside of you and the way his hand clenched hard onto your hips gave you a deep sense of relief.

His fingers stroked faster over your clit and he rocked into you hard, jostling your whole frame with the force of his thrusts. Somewhere in the midst of it the pressure inside you snapped, your walls fluttering around Minho's length as it worked and pressed into your tender spots and your clit throbbed under his fingers. A raw cry ripped from you as you came hard on his cock, your cunt clenching and holding him impossibly snug to where his thrusts became laboured.

Shaken, short breaths from behind you told you that Minho was at his limit and he ground his hips into you, trying to wring out the last bit of friction he needed without overstimulating you but you didn't care, you rocked back onto him yourself. He withdrew to the tip and slammed back into you once, twice, then groaned and grabbed your hips painfullly tight. His cock pulsed inside you, feeling so thick and hard all of a sudden and a warm gush of cum spurted inside you. Then another, and another as Minho rocked into you, emptying himself inside you just like you'd begged him to. One hand left the bruising grip on your hip to trail over your spine and around, grabbing your breast then pressing your chest up to bring your body up off your hands and flush with his front.

Heavy breaths expanded his sculpted chest and he kissed up your shoulder as he worked through his own orgasm, his hips twitching until his cock finally stopped throbbing inside of you. It was too hard to hold yourself up and you fell forward onto your hands again but your elbows buckled and you found yourself with your cheek pushed against the bed, hips still held in Minho's hands. He guided you to drop them and you laid down flat, his heavy frame following on top and covering yours with him still inside you.

"I could stay inside you all night," he murmured into your back, resting his head on you.

"I want you to, but you're a little heavy," you chuckled.

"Sorry," Minho said dramatically and moved back slightly, your bodies now parallel to each other with him spooning you from behind.

"Oh..."

With his cock softening inside you you felt his cum start to drip out of your well-fucked hole.

"Don't move, I got it," Minho said as he raised himself up on one arm and reached for some wipes in his bedside table. He helped clean you and himself up then settled back in place behind you. You listened to his now even breaths and felt safer than you ever had, right there in his arms. Not everything was peaceful in your mind though.

"Minho?"

"Hmm?"

"What now?"

He guided you to roll over and face him, taking your leg to wrap around his hip.

"Now we hope nobody heard us, I guess."

You stroked his hair, focusing on his glistening eyes in the grey-blue darkness.

"I'm going to have to pretend that I don't want to kiss you every time I look at you?"

Minho nodded slightly.

"And I can't have you sitting on my lap when we watch movies with our friends because all I'm gonna want is to wrap my arms around you and kiss you back."

You smirked. "Sap."

Minho raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm also gonna want you dripping and screaming for me as I have you riding me, but I was trying to be romantic."

Saying that, you felt his cock stir from where it laid close to your pussy and the hardening length brushed up against your folds of its own accord.

"We can do like you wanted and have you inside me all night," you suggested teasingly.

"You really think you can sleep with my cock buried inside you and not move?"

"We can just try," you laughed airily. Minho leaned in, kissing your lips and guiding your hips closer, holding your leg to spread you apart as he slid his cock back into you.

"Oh my god, Minho..." You gasped, hips grinding involuntarily at the feel of him filling you up again.

"I know, I know," he shushed you, holding you still. "Just close your eyes and try to sleep."

He tucked your head into his chest and rested his chin on top. You closed your eyes and focused on the rest of his warmth enveloping you, the steady thrum of his heart and the light fan of his breath in your hair. You felt full but the tiredness took the raw edge away from that and soon you both drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to Minho moving and the sheets rustling around you as he separated from you and rose from the bed. It was still dark and you were too tired to check the time. You heard the bathroom door shut, then a minute later Minho walked back in and leaned down to kiss your lips before settling back into bed with you.

You were tired but too awake not to feel how wet you were from having his cock inside you earlier and you scooted over to him, hand trailing over his chest as you kissed his neck.

"You awake?" He asked, voice heavy from sleep and his hand joining yours over his chest.

"Mm kinda. Want you...." You croaked out, lips trailing over hot skin and settling at his nipple. He chuckled lightly and reached between your legs, stroking a finger between your folds and finding you soaked.

"Come here," he whispered and dragged you to lay on top of him, legs spread around his hips. He teased your hole with his fingers then rubbed your juices over his quickly hardening cock.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?"

You nodded against his chest and he guided his cock into you, both of you sighing at the feeling of being joined again. You couldn't lie, it did sting from how he'd fucked you earlier but it felt even better somehow and you wantonly ground onto his length, burying him deep inside you. He dragged you over his cock and your nipples rubbed against his skin, stiffening into peaks. He raised you up slightly so your breasts were in front of his face and sat up, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck.

You hummed in pleasure and sat up more, riding him now as you tugged on his hair, keeping his mouth on your breast as he sat up as well. His hand snuck between your bodies to thumb at your clit and your breathing got harsher. The friction from his cock was overwhelming, your raw walls already fluttering when you dropped harder onto him.

"Fuck, Minho, it hurts a little but it's good. I'm gonna cum if you keep fucking me like that."

"Yeah? You sure? You don't want me stop?" He popped off your nipple then took the other to suck and drag his tongue over.

"Yes, please, it feels so good," you were begging again and Minho was starting to think he was acquiring a begging kink now because hearing you like that made his cock stiffen even more inside you.

"You look so good on top of me, come on, cum for me," he egged you on with harsh thrusts from under you, fingers still playing your clit smoothly. Your thighs ached but you could feel the crest of your orgasm flowing down already, ready to put you under and you kept fucking yourself down onto his length. He reached so deep inside you like this and the tinge of pain only heightened how good it felt. You wrapped your arms around him and dropped one last time onto his cock, walls squeezing him tight as you came on top of him.

Minho was covering your neck in kisses as you fell apart in his arms, gasping from the delicious pressure of your cunt around his dick. He reversed your positions and laid you down as he stayed inside you, leaning over you to kiss you hard.

"Think you can take a little more?" He asked, not moving until you'd said it was okay.

"Yeah, a little," you smiled at him, so fucked out and voice still heavy from sleep although you'd been moaning into his ear while you rode him.

"You feel so fucking good, I'm the luckiest bastard in the world," he kept kissing you between words as he thrust into you, pressing you down into the mattress with his hands under your thighs. You clung to him for dear life, the overstimulation setting in and making you want to scream so you bit into his shoulder. It kept you quiet but made him louder, especially once his sexed-up brain clocked what you were trying to do.

He pounded into you harder, his cock mercilessly pressing into your overused cunt and brushing against your cervix. Something else rose up in you and through the haze you realised you were about to squirt all over him.

"We're gonna need to change the sheets after this," you warned.

"Why? Oh...," it took him a second. "I don't care, that'd be fucking hot to see you cum all over me. Come on, drench me."

Your inhibitions lowered, you relaxed and let yourself focus on every bit of pressure his harsh thrusts brought and after a few more you gushed and sprayed cum all over his lower body.

"Fuck..."

The pressure forced his cock out but he quickly manhandled you and filled you up again, pounding into you without holding anything back. The wet, squelching noise your pussy made was obscene but it was in part what pushed him over the edge and he railed into you, milking himself into you and emptying his cum into you sloppily. Some of it gushed out but you liked that, reveled in the obscenity of being filled twice in one night and having covered Minho in your cum yourself.

You willed yourselves to change the bedding and collapsed into it after hastily using up more wipes. You didn't wake up again until morning.

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When you awoke again, it was from the sound of the shower in Minho's bathroom. It turned off shortly and Minho walked in with a towel around his waist. It felt like deja vu, you having seen him like that less than 12 hours ago. But the expression he wore was entirely different. Where it had been dark and cloudy before, now a wide smile was gracing his handsome features.

"Morning, dummy."

"What time is it?

"About noon. Everyone else has gone out apparently. I'll start breakfast while you shower." He put on some shorts and a hoodie and left you to sort yourself out.

Once you'd showered and dressed you made your way to the kitchen to the sight of Minho attempting to salvage somewhat charred eggs and toast.

"You still can't even make eggs?"

"Shut up, at least I'm trying. Hyunjin doesn't even do that, he orders in all the time." Minho frowned, instantly slipping back into your usual bickery dynamic.

You took half of what he'd made, giving him a cheesy smile and watching his grumpy expression lighten up again. He hated that. He was so fucking in love with you.

You chatted through breakfast, Minho listing what all his housemates were doing and guessing that none of them had heard you two from the lack of texts from anyone about it.

"So, what do you want to do today," Minho asked as he was clearing the dishes.

"I was thinking we could go to your practice studio? Felix invited me yesterday and I'd still like to go."

Minho froze in place.

"You... You want to go with Felix?"

Oh that's right. Minho's unbelievable lack of perspective when it came to other guys liking you. This could be fun.

"Yeah, he promised to teach me some choreo. That a problem?"

"You know I'm the main dancer in the crew, right?" Minho narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh? I thought Felix was, the way he moves is so..."

You found yourself face to face with Minho before you'd even finished the sentence.

"I don't give a shit. If you want to go, then go. I'm not."

You pouted.

"Oh come on, oppa. Don't be like that. Please?"

Your tone at the last word was identical to how you'd begged him to fuck you harder last night and the next moment he was kissing you hard, pressing you against the island in the kitchen.

"What do you want me to be like, then?" He asked in between kisses. "Do you want me show you what you'll be missing hanging out with Felix?"

"Can't even imagine," you teased even as his lips under your ear made you breathless.

"I'll show you then," Minho growled, turning you around and making you brace yourself against the counter. He tugged your sweatpants down with force, your underwear going with it and his other hand roamed under your shirt, greedily tracing your skin until he reached your breasts. He cupped your core, then tapped against your clit. The sudden motion had you jerking back against him but his body was caging you between himself and the counter and you only succeeded in grinding your bare ass against his erection.

He pulled his own shorts down, taking out his cock and guiding it between your folds because of course you were still wet from the night before, he'd more than made sure of that.

"Scream all you like now, no one else is here," he rasped in your ear as he gave you a rough thrust and you felt the air being driven out of your lungs.

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Not five minutes after you'd cum screaming Minho's name and gone to change your clothes did Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung walk in, joking loudly and sorting out take out.

You looked at Minho who was scrolling through his phone on his bed while waiting for you to change. He looked up at you at the same time and you both exchanged a grin.

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The rest of your visit was a never-ending stream of you and Minho fucking every night and every chance you got during the day when the others went out. Both of you getting off on the imposed secrecy of your relationship, you nearly got walked in on when you cut it too close fucking in the living room while Changbin was in the shower. Minho spilled inside you at the same time as the door of Changbin's bathroom opened and his footsteps thudded down the hallway.

After that you kept to Minho's bedroom, prompting the guys to tease you about being antisocial and never coming out to hang out. You were quick to say that you'd brought your Switch and you were too busy kicking Minho's ass, like old times. Minho would of course object, calling you a liar and pointing out that it was in fact he who had taught you the games.

The night before you had to leave neither of you slept at all. You were glued to each other, talking, cuddling and fucking desperately all night because you knew that after tonight it would be months before you'd see each other again. You couldn't easily explain a week's absence to your parents and justify not going to see them and see your own friends in your respective towns.

In the morning you left early, Minho coming to the station with you. Nervous but reassured that no one you knew was around, you kissed passionately in the deserted waiting room right up until you had to board your train. That night, Minho called you and you talked late into the night, falling asleep with each other on the call.

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Minho started his final semester and the days blended into one, with courses, practice and calls with you forming his routine. He was in the midst of studying the final choreography submission when things got on top of him. Nothing he tried felt good enough, and you could feel the stress from him when you talked, his calls getting shorter and him being more irritable.

It was late afternoon and he had been in the practice room since six a.m, feeling beyond exhausted when he final decided no good could come from pushing himself any further and he was risking injury. Head down and staring at his trainers, he punched in the code for the front door of his building and zoned out in the elevator. When he got off on his floor, he found you sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, next to your suitcase.

"Hey," you greeted.

Minho blinked at your blankly.

"Y/N? Why are you here?"

"I couldn't wait until spring break, I had to see you," your voice was soft as you got up from the floor.

Minho said nothing, only stepped towards you and kissed you feverishly, holding you close and backing you towards the door. His lips felt like rain after blistering heat and you opened up for him, tongues caressing each other and you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I love you," Minho blurted out mid-kiss. You'd said it to each other countless times as kids, but this meant something different. You cradled his face in your hands, his hair damp from sweat, and you looked into his tired eyes.

"I know. I love you too. Can I come in already?"

Minho fished his keys out and ushered both of you in.

"I'm really in need of a shower. No one else is in, come with me," he said as he was already unzipping your jacket and pulling your sweater over your head. You kissed him again as you both kicked your shoes off.

"I need one too, not a bad idea."

You pulled Minho's shirt off as he backed you towards the bathroom, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes littering the hallway. Minho turned on the shower and barely parting from each other, you both stepped under the warm spray. He kissed down your chest, lavishing attention on your breasts while you dragged your hands down his abs, teasing your fingers down the lines of his hips to his stirring cock.

"I missed you so much," you whined when his fingers caressed between your legs, petting your folds with a sort of tenderness he rarely showed.

"Me too, I can't wait this long again," he said as he took one of your legs, raising it to his hip as he brought you closer and found home inside your heat.

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Changbin didn't know what to make of the clothes strewn about the hallway and the shower in Minho's bathroom running. Not until he spotted your suitcase dumped in the corner and recognised the key chain decorating it that Minho had given you last time you were here when presents were exchanged. A suspicious feeling twisted in Changbin's gut and he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, but his room was in the same hallway as Minho's bathroom and he couldn't help quietly making his way to the door and listening for a moment.

"I missed you so much"

"Me too, I can't wait this long again"

#skz smut #skz minho smut #skz lee know smut #lee know smut #stray kids smut #stray kids minho smut #stray kids lee know smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #tw stepcest

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stephofromcabin12 · 4 months ago

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Any art tips for artists just starting out? I’m struggling big time to find my style 😀

Sure.

It got kinda long. Bc when have I ever been a person of few words?

There is no trick to finding your style other than drawing a lot, and setting a, more or less, loose goal. When I was young it was old school Disney and Don Bluth. That was my holy grail, ideal style. But it evolved to be something else, because that's how style works. You'll put your own twist on things, in time. But first focus on practicing and don't narrow yourself down to just one thing. You'll also probably develop multiple styles out of convenience. Sometimes I prefer the cartoony, simpified stuff. Sometimes I'm more into fully rendered pieces.

Experiment. Make bad art a lot. The more you expose yourself to the inherent let-down of sucking at something, the less it stings. The key is asking yourself why something didn't turn out right.

You can't get good at All Art at once. Start with something you're most interested in learning. Maybe it's anatomy, or gestures, or expressions, or colors. Start with that one thing and practice is with a specific goal in mind. Fx: "I want to get better at drawing faces and expressions, so I'm going to do an expression sheet of a character once a week, and do a little practice every day if I can" – That sorta thing. Everyone is different, though. My old music teacher used to say 30 minutes a day. If we couldn't do 30; 15 mins. So on. As long as you do a lil doodling every day that's still progress.

Learning art is sometimes frustratingly non-linear. Somedays I still 'forget' how to draw a certain thing I've had down since I was 14. Other days I bang out something I've always struggled with on the first try, then fail the next day. It's not a linear progression, it's a damn roller coaster. Best you can do is throw your hands up and try to enjoy the ride. The pipe line for me is usually: First attempt (sucks ass but I've learned to laugh at this stage, just throw ideas at the wall) -> getting comfortable (this is where you think to yourself you have a concept down but you really don't) -> Getting good (you start to draw with more ease, you're not having to 'remember' how you wanted something to look, it's just muscle memory by now) -> Actually having it down (and still having more growth to go. But this is where you get to look back on the comfortable phase and go: 'wow I really had a long way to go')

In fact, having fun is by far the thing that's made me progress. More than tutorials, more than fancy equipment. If I'm not having fun, I have no motivation to keep going. If it's not fun, try and make it so.

Get into the habit of stepping back (whether physically or more metaphorically) and really looking at your art often while you draw. When you add a line, or color, or background element etc. Ask yourself "Does this work?" And adjust accordingly. It seems like a lot of work at first, but eventually it becomes a natural part of the process. I don't really realise I'm doing it but most of the patreon screen recordings I have show the way I zoom in and out of the canvas constantly lol.

Make the things you want to make. Even the most self-indulgent stuff. We have a million artists already doing their thing, but we don't have you yet. Show us what you got! There's room for everything.

Get used to people expressing mild envy/annoyance when you're drawing near them. I've gotten the 'wow I wish I could draw, I can't even do a stick figure!' comment from waitresses, cabin crews, classmates I'd previously never spoken to, teachers, strangers on trainstations, etc etc etc. But! Learn to say 'Thank you' when people compliment your art.

Don't ask for critique if you don't really want it. Don't let people critique you if you didn't ask for it.

You! Don't! Need! Fancy! Equipment! Save your money and get the version of a medium that's affordable and comfortable for you. Look at Stardew Valley's creator's old setup. It's really not about how the tools are set up or the price of them. It's how you make use of them. Didn't FNAF's creator build the models in a moving car on a laptop?

Art takes time. There is no short cut to make it take less time. But the more fun you have the more it'll feel like it's faster. If you're miserable the time will drag on and on and on.

Look at a lot of art. Take in and analyse. I wish I could go back a few years and tell myself to analyse paintings I liked, rather than just going "Oh I like that! Nice!" and then moving on. Why is it good? Why does it move you? What captured your attention? Be the person at a museum leaning forwards to see the paintstrokes, you learn more that way.

Don't feel ashamed if you want to take inspiration from others. Everyone takes inspiration from somewhere. If you see something cool another artist is doing with their rendering or lighting or whatever, try and do a drawing or two emulating it! Maybe you'll discover a new favorite technique, or you'll not really jam with it. Either is good. Both teach you something.

You'll go through more eras than Taylor Swift. Sometimes you gotta do a lil Eras Tour of your own and go back through the catalogue. I'm currently working on reviving several projects I made when I was 13-14. Keep everything. Don't delete; archive.

Get good storage. Like, seriously, wish for a harddrive your next birthday or christmas or whatever. If you're working traditionally wish for some good ringbinders and the good plastic sleeves. Much nicer than running out of storage and having to delete things. Never delete!

You are already an artist. You became one the second you picked up a pen and put it to paper, and then decided to keep going with that. So don't compare yourself. When you find yourself jealous of someone, it's because they have something you want. Figure out what it is, and make it for yourself.

Deadass? Tracing helps so much with learning forms. But it's only helpful when you also practice drawing the same things freehand.

The trick to coloring is just that everything looks good shaded with purple set to multiply, and that if you're ever in doubt go in an L shape on color wheel. Down in brightness, inwards in saturation.

People who say you can never use white or black in drawings are jerks and you should not listen to them. You can do literally everything you want. Sure, experiment with other ways of using white and black. But art advice is just that: It's an option, not gospel. As a wise prophet of our time, Justin Bieber, once said: Never say never.

People will say you should be your own biggest critic. But fuck that. Be your own biggest cheerleader. Love what you make, even when you hate it, find something that works. That stepping back I mentioned in point 6? Sometimes that's zooming out and saying "Damn! That looks really good!" – People will often make art out to be something that should be suffering and painstaking. It's not though. In my honest experience, I've made just as much good art when I was happy and content, as I did when I had severe depression and anxiety and burnout. You're not an artist because you suffer. You're an artist because you can't just sit in that suffering all the time. You know there's beauty besides your pain, and so you'll remind yourself in the act of creation that there is always something more.

Once you realise you have the power to draw truly anything, you'll start having a lot more fun. "Oh but I've never done it before" or "Oh I tried and it just didn't work" Okay. So?

In case of frustration to the point of throwing your art supplies out the window: Take a breath. Go for a walk. Sometimes it's just not your day. Sometimes the rollercoaster gets stuck in the middle of a loop or right at the top of a hill. Wait it out. Try again.

You have absolutely got this. Let me know if there's anything else I can help with.

#asks and answers #art advice #ames rambles

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iantimony · 16 days ago

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tuesday again!

many problems … turning on the gravity check box did not, in fact, fix my simulation. woe.

listening: I saw Sammy Rae live last weekend and it was. fucking phenomenal. thank you random stranger from [redacted] who sold me her tickets. literally one of the best shows of my life. I am still reeling from it. they did a cover of Amy Winehouse's 'Valerie' as part of the encore and it was so good too.

in other news, Cascada has released a new album and it's a cover album and it bangs.

Call Me - Cascada: a brainworm of the week for sure.

I also listened to some The Reign of Kindo because they're an opener for The Dear Hunter tour rn and while I'd listened to them before I had forgotten what they sounded like. (wanted to go to one but it didn't end up working out, that hurt to miss, I'll have to do their next tour for sure)

Sing When No One's Around - The Reign of Kindo: just noticed the comments on this video are turned off ?? weird.

reading: Break-up of Steinger, Iscoe & Greene reads like a Grisham novel: GOD I love weird hyper-local drama.

agnito by Raxheim: tlt fanfic. symbolism, TM.

watching: newest monster factory … some Stephanie Lange who mostly does, like, beauty standards bad style content but makes for good background noise

The Men Who Promised the Impossible: Unlimited Energy by BobbyBroccoli: academic drama!!!!!!!! this one is truly wild, I had heard of it before I think but I love a video essay about shit like this.

We Get Grabbed By A Ghost At Trans-Allegheny Asylum by Watcher: I mostly stopped watching buzzfeed unsolved after their whole streaming service debacle but this got put on as crafting background and I enjoyed it! might start watching more of their stuff again. (I just noticed that I called it buzzfeed unsolved still even though they're their own thing now, oops,)

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playing: fallowwwwwwwww. unless we count french horn. I got a new mouthpiece (it was half the price of the futon I got) (it's a cheap futon and a slightly expensive mouthpiece) and I am shocked and embarrassed by how big a difference it is making in my playing. you're telling me the dogshit no-name mouthpiece I stole from my band teacher in high school isn't cutting it??? crazy.

making: I made my cat a cat bed :) it's just two rectangles sewn together with a long rectangular strip as the side. I used some random canvas that I bought at some point for ? tote bag purposes ? I don't remember. the best part is I was FINALLY able to utilize the frankly ridiculous amount of fabric/thread/yarn/etc scraps/old clothing that's too fucked to get donated/etc that I've been saving specifically for stuffing pillows. worked really well, also put some plastic bag scraps in there because she loves lying on plastic bags and so far she definitely likes the crinkles of it. pictured in the photo is the weird I-think-polyester that was wrapped around my walmart futon when it was mailed that I shredded and used as stuffing.

my bird bowl emerged mostly victorious from the kiln!!!! I say 'mostly' because there's a weird spot on the rim where the clear glaze just didn't stick? so I daubed a little more on and put her back on the shelf. but yay. glazed two shallow planters that I'm not super sure what I'll put in yet because they are quite small but we'll see.

eating: made this NYT recipe of sheet pan miso chicken with radishes and lime but also added sunchokes with the radishes and no lime because I forgor. very yummy. will sustain me for the week and now I have more raw chicken thighs in the freezer for future cooking.

after the Sammy Rae concert we stopped for bubble tea for the drive home and I got a "mango pomelo sago" that was really just a smoothie with boba bits in it, it was very very tasty.

misc: speaking of academic drama: one of my friends is dealing with some frankly insane academic drama rn that I am soooo popcorn dot gif over. I can't ever say anything specific about it on here because it will immediately doxx me but if you want tea send me a DM it's so wild

#tuesdayposting #Spotify #Youtube

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choliosus · 8 months ago

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Happy one year to the QSMP!!!!

There’s a lot going on with the server right now that is being sorted out, but I just want to share my appreciation for every part of this project.

This server means so much to me. I used to watch DSMP and it will always hold a special place in my heart, but as anything does, it ended. It was already dwindling out but I think the thing that really did it was technoblade passing. And I’m gonna be honest I’m still not over that. I watched him more than any other creator, he means so much to me. The time in between his death and the start of the qsmp was especially sad. I was just missing a lot. Him, the server he played on, that community, etc.

I wanted to engage with the content from the people that he played with, but it was hard. Every update about him, such as technodad streaming, dream making the song about him, was a lot emotionally.

Also not to mention I was sooo hyperfixating on both him and the dream smp as a whole. So it left a big void in my life. I wanted to be wholeheartedly invested in something again.

Around the beginning of 2023, I started watching old Quackity vods and that became my new comfort thing. Just the silly ones where he was watching soap operas and stuff.

Then not so long after I had started doing that, he announced the QSMP. I cannot describe to you my excitement. That week or so before it started I was just so excited. And before that lmaoooo I was not thriving. School was crazy busy, I cut my own bangs and it looked terrible, and that pretty much exemplifies where I was at.

I remember switching to slimecicle’s perspective at some point during the first stream and I followed him, fit, roier, and Mariana as they went mining and were very silly. I smiled the whole time. And then, I watched more the next day, and the next day.

I had forgotten what it felt like to be a part of something that was actively taking place. It had been a while since that was how the dream smp was. I would go weeks or months without any updates, and I would just be by myself reading fanfics.

It felt really fucking good to be able to enjoy something new. Not to replace what I had before, but to start a new adventure. That’s what it feels like to me.

There was a lot to keep up with at first and luckily I had social media to sum things up for me.

Fast forward and the Brazilian members join, then the French. Each time I was a little hesitant to accept them with open arms into my mind palace but it wasn’t very long until I couldn’t imagine the server without them.

And from day 1 I was so impressed with the planning and story of the server, forcing people to stay interested. That’s something the dream smp didn’t have. I honestly don’t think I would need any of the events to have a good time, but oh my god do they make it so fun.

And the animatics???? Hello?????? I love it so much.

Now I’ve learned to accept any new members immediately. Korean members join? TIME TO DRAW THEM!

Quackity started this project with a clear vision. It is so clearly a huge passion project for him. I don’t doubt for a second that it will keep going no matter what happens.

This server has exposed me to so many creators I would never have even heard of and that’s the point. I only speak English. Without this server, I would not know half of my current silly little blorbos.

I can’t believe how creative and funny Roier is. I think about Cellbit Bagi’s lore all the time. I find myself saying “I am the best!” After Etoiles. I’ve tried to absorb as much of the fuga impossivel lore as I can. I adore Baghera’s chaos. Even some of the English speaking people I didn’t really watch that much, like jaiden, fit, even slimecicle, who I now watch probably more than anyone else.

The other day, I watched the stream of cellbit and roier playing hospital 666. In Spanish!! I don’t speak Spanish!!! I only understood about half of what they’re saying and I’m sure that half is because of QSMP. That’s incredible. This is something so much bigger than any one of us.

QSMP has given me so many people to start watching and drawing/writing/thinking about. It has given me hours upon hours of laughing and smiling. It has given me a new hyperfixation to occupy my thoughts before bed.

It means so much to me. Ever since it started, I’ve been so much happier. I could never have imagined something like this would come around. Honestly, there is not anything like this. It is the first of its kind, hopefully not the last 👀

A year went by fast. And I’m so glad to have been here since the beginning. But even then, new people join this community all the time. That’s so cool. This server has in just a year added so many more content creators, and by extension, fans. It’s insane.

And I am so, so excited for what the future will bring us 😊

#qsmp #qsmp thoughts #QSMP anniversary #QSMP 1 year #happy birthday QSMP #qsmp appreciation #thank you quackity

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phantomskeep · 5 months ago

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I just thought of something that happened to me during college and I completely forgot about it until just now. I have a crushing need to talk about, so into the voidspace of Tumblr it goes!

My like... third to last(??) semester of college I had to take this super-boring HR class. I was the only one in there not on a business degree track - I was just insane and thought it sounded cool (I also wanted to beat my personal record of taking over 20 hours in one semester.... ended up taking 26 my second-to-last so HA! TAKE THAT SCHOOL!). The first day of this class, I know probably one person in there. And this wasn't a small college, either. It only had about 10 degrees offered in total and a small enough population to comfortably fit everyone into 5 dorm buildings - all but one being only two stories tall with maybe 200 rooms each. So basically knowing no-one in that class? Was wild to me. I had never been in a single class that I didn't have at least one friend in since my freshman year.

So I tuck myself away at a table in a far corner and resign myself to either being social and making new friends, or suffering through a two hour lecture with no company. My anti-social ass decided on the latter.

But then... This dude walks in. As a Big Fan Of Many Things, I always typically try to read whatever is on people's shirts. It's the best way for me to clock "friend or foe". And this dude? Wayne Enterprises shirt. Okay, cool, another Batman fan. He sits at my claimed table with a shy little "hi" because my degree required me to wear this dumb Navy-regulated khaki uniform. Super intimidating on a five-foot-nothing transman, I'm sure. I say hello back, and just. Silently watch this dude. For the full two hours. Trying to figure him out.

Was he a Big Nerd like myself? He looked like one but I do my best to not judge. Was he one of those macho-dudes who liked comics just because of the shitty writing and solving issues with bodily pain? Was he just a fan from the games, or movies, or TV shows? All of my questions could have been answered if I asked.

But, no. That's too easy.

I spent the next five weeks trying to sus out what kind of fan he was. The dude's only fan shirt was the Wayne Enterprises one. The rest of them were plain Ts or button-downs. At one point I added a Jason Todd sticker to my laptop's collection - he didn't mention anything so, to me, that ticked the "maybe not a huge nerd" column. No further evidence had been gathered, though we had started chatting before and after lectures.

Then comes the fateful day. I'm out of uniform, walking to the only restaurant on campus (if it could even be called that. It was run by the same people who ran the cafeteria and was just as shitty). I'm in casual wear - sweats, sneakers, and a damning tank-top - because I had just finished being a gym rat. I'm almost to the shitty Chipotle's ripoff when I hear a familiar voice call my name. I turn around, "Gotham City Crime Alley Club" tank on full display. There he is - the dude from my HR class. This man looks so fucking excited, like someone just gave him a cute puppy and told him cancer's been cured. This man, this absolute menace I started calling a friend, looks me dead in the goddamn eyes and goes:

"Oh my god you like Batman we should totally bang."

And man, if that wasn't just the smoothest shit ever. If I hadn't been in a relationship at the time I absolutely would've, too. Ever since then my HR class was filled with the two of us talking shop about the various DC media. Didn't learn shit about why HR is, y'know, HR. But damn if I didn't learn some cool comic history from my little nerdy friend.

#random rants #random thoughts #mmmm my little nerd boy #i miss him #i should text him ngl #he was a cutie #not my type but mmmmm his personality is a 10/10 #and by that?#i mean hes a nerd #i too am a nerd

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hexenmond · 4 months ago

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Webcomic Wednesday: Gunnerkrigg Court

Buckle up folks, this is going to be a long one. Not least because this comic has been running for years and years now (since 2005, even longer than I thought!). And it really has it all — I’m sure I could throw bits and bobs at you for longer than anyone would care to read and I still wouldn’t need to hit any spoilers. There’s just so MUCH!

Shortest summary I can do: It’s a coming of age story, following Antimony, a not very average girl in a decidedly fantasy-techy world, throughout her years at Gunnerkrigg Court, a school for the weird and paranormal.

Distinct art style

Well art is always a matter of taste, but in my humble opinion it started out unique and striking and a little bit quirky and only got better over the years. Have a few a whole bunch of samples, roughly from older to newer:

(I actually own physical copies of the first three volumes, and both the vibrant and the more muted colours really set a mood on the black paper.)

Tons of multidimensional, juicy characters

Seriously, every single character is a fleshed out, complex person with believable capacity for genius and being likeable, but also for mediocrity and villainy (and in quite a few cases, I still really don‘t know what their deal is). I especially enjoy all the teenagers behaving like actual teenagers, making impulsive decisions and having no clue. But also I should say that there are many, many non-human characters, and they are really fun!

Let’s see, we have, in no particular order:

a selection of figures from myths and stories

some shadows

laser cows (I’d completely forgotten about those until my son read the comics and wouldn’t shut up about them for days)

some fairies

people who turn into animals

animals who turn into people

someone who looks like a human but isn’t

a person whose mind is in a cage most of the time

ghosts and spirits

and very importantly, ROBOTS

The most mind-blowing world building

Just imagine: this comic will be twenty years old next year. It has been plodding along at a steady pace of three pages a week, usually without much of a chapter break. And there are so many threads woven throughout this story that may or may not get picked up again - it might just go on for another twenty years, but then again it could also end in a gigantic big bang within a year. I really couldn’t say.

Now that I think about it, it reminds me a bit of The Sandman (disclaimer: it’s been at least a decade since I last read those comics), with all the many elements from different mythologies crisscrossing and interweaving to make this thick tapestry of stories within a story. (And I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that so far, the basis of that world seems rather more solid to me – Sandman’s “fundamental universal forces” that just happen to be seven in number, all conveniently starting with a D, have always bugged me a little bit).

Long story short, I’ve been reading this comic since 2009 or so, and I have yet to tire of it. It’s masterfully done, cohesive with a fair amount of plot twists, suitable for young teenagers (possibly younger depending on the kid), inclusive without being explicit about it, fantastical, techy, and it just feels so genuine to me.

Go take a look, but remember - we’re in chapter 95. Pace yourself. (I’m saying this as someone who has a hard time doing that usually…)

Start here: First page of Gunnerkrigg Court

Bonus: Parley being a badass!

#gunnerkrigg court #webcomic wednesday #witch moon ramblings #images without descriptions #long post #reading recommendations

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tippenfunkaport · 7 months ago

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WIPs Status Update

I am fairly confident no one cares what I am up to, but I haven't done one of these in ages so I figured I should.

In Progress Fanfic

Outlaws of the Whispering Woods

This fic is on temporary hiatus because I'm working on finishing it as part of the @wipbigbang. Participation in that event means I can't update that fic again until the posting period starts on September 8th BUT that once that posting period begins, I should have both art for the new chapter as well as regular updates through November until the fic is done which should be exciting.

That said, there is still like 60k ish to go in that story so if it looks like I'm not going to be able to get it all done in time, I might swap it out for the Chipped Glimmer fic which has also been languishing in WIP hell because it's shorter and easier for me to get done on time. I'd prefer to use the event as a kick in the pants to finish OotWW, though, so we'll see.

Prince Glowyn the Fourth

This fic is 100% complete at last, I just have one chapter left to post and will be doing that sometime within the next week.

Going There

Just about four years after I started it, Going There is finally done as well! (Literally just finished it today!) "Done" in this case means I finally rewrote the back end and filled in the missing connecty bits I never wrote the first time so everything's written, it's just going to take me an unknown quantity of time to edit and post each of the chapters. But less time than rewriting it all took so I expect those last few updates to come fairly regularly once I get them started.

Coming Home

I have always said that I wanted to wait to continue this fic until Going There was done so now that I have finally finished it, the sequel can get my attention more regularly again. That said, with everything going on with the WIP Bang, posting the rest of Going There, running the Big Bang and posting my own Bang fic (plus, like, all the other IRL stuff i have to do this summer), I really don't anticipate getting it updated anytime before the fall at the earliest and even then who knows.

Also, because this is my last in-progress canon fic I'm not in a huge rush to get it out there, I'd rather take my time with it, so I'm fine with that timeline. It'll get updated when it gets updated.

Area First Ones

In my head, this is episodic and while i have five chapters written, I have some things I want to add in between so it's not as simple as just cleaning and posting those. So basically, this one will be one of those fics I update when I update here and there with no set timeline other than my whims.

Coming Soon!

My Big Bang fic is called Horse Girl Everyone and it's the long awaited Riding School AU!

That one is going to be longgggg and basically never-ending and episodic (seriously, we're over 50k words and while Catradora have been circling each other for chapters Glimmer and Bow literally only just met and you KNOW how I feel about Glimbow). I was hoping to write enough in advance that I could do some kind of regular update schedule at the start but because I'm also running the Bang and having some annoying medical stuff going on, I think that's not happening.

I've written a ton in advance, don't get me wrong, I just don't see myself having time to revise it all and post weekly with everything else going on. But we'll see!

Anything else?

Well, yeah, lots of stuff but it's not fandom related so I can't tell you about it. ;-) Though maaaaybe I might have the chance for some of you to help me beta some of my original stuff in the near future if you're willing so keep an eye out for that.

I'm trying to have less things in progress at once so, though I have other fanfic projects in various states of completion, I'm purposely not going to even think about posting any other multi-chaps until GT and OotWW are done.

One shots and shorts? Yeah, I'll be throwing those up randomly as the mood strikes, you know how I roll. I'm eyeing up the Domaystic 2024 prompts to see which ones call to me right now.

So I have other stuff planned for later but I'm not even going to tease it because we'll see how everything shakes out.

This year has actually been absolutely horrible health wise but weirdly productive writing wise so it's been a mixed bag but at least nice to get some stuff done!

#fic update

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inkkayyy · 2 years ago

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ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ >ꜱᴇᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ [ ᴏɴᴇ ]

When Seo Changbin first met Kang Sunhee he decided she was an anomaly.

See, he would have never expected her to become such a big part of his life.

[ from an outside perspective] [ sunhee’s masterlist ]

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When Seo Changbin first met Kang Sunhee he decided she was an anomaly.

See, he would have never expected her to become such a big part of his life.

Months before he’d even joined JYPE she’d shown up at Bora High School. A downright determined girl who introduced herself as a transfer and was done with it. He’d actually thought she was from Jeolla-Do or somewhere more southwest for a while, her dialect evident and pretty ingrained in her speech. Imagine his shock when he’d learnt she was from Australia.

Rumours buzzed around for a while, she was on the run from the Australian mob or ran away from home. But the conclusion was that she had to be a trainee, which of course peaked his interest. The talent show in her first year was of particular note when some other girls had roped her into performing a Twice song with them. It was clear she’d learnt dance from some kind of professional.

But that was that. Sunhee was (probably) an idol trainee at their school that greeted people in halls but didn’t stick around for conversations. Who’d snagged the top spot in English from the grade’s try-hard (much to the cohort’s delight) and barely showed up for class.

He’d spoken to her once or twice, got stuck as deskmates for a week because their teacher insisted on everyone rotating weekly- ‘to better converse with your peers’ he’d claim.

They’d sat and Sunhee kept a Hangul alphabet chart taped to her desk (which she’d peeled off at the week’s end). It was an odd few days, because Changbin found himself excelling in English, with her muttering the answers under her breath with expert pronunciation but not taking the initiative to raise her hand. He didn’t take credit of course, but with sentences and grammar written in perfect script next to him, it was much easier to understand.

He’d made an effort that week, to perfect the lines of his own hangul and write extra neat rather than his typical scrawl, and to answer whichever questions the teacher posed that seemed to throw her off kilter.

It was odd because they didn’t speak, but for those brief five days- only three of which Sunhee actually appeared for, Changbin found that less time was spent staring at the clock but rather with straight pen strokes and neat notes that he knew Sunhee wouldn’t have gotten from the chalkboard fast enough, taking his arm off the page so she could pretend not to copy his notes and he could pretend not to notice.

He really didn’t understand her, because as far as conversation went, she’d introduced herself when they’d first sat down and simply smiled with a hello and goodbye when the bell marked each period’s start and end. She was an anomaly, one he couldn't care to explore further, simply content to acknowledge and move on from.

But eventually the tide had to shift, and it did. When Changbin was accepted into JYP Entertainment.

Seo Changbin had practically been adopted by Jisung the second he was past orientation, the kid- who was actually a year younger than Changbin, was a bubbling ball of positivity and arrogance. How he managed to mix those two so well would be forever a mystery, but his heart-shaped smile and bunched up cheeks more than made up for the occasional cocky smirk.

The integration to trainee life was a bumpy one. It was all he’d ever wanted but of course his sleep schedule was something he’d had to adjust (sacrifices could be made), and so was his volume when returning home late at night- his mother made that much clear. But something he’d embraced with open arms was the opportunity to share his ideas. Jisung, who’d dragged Changbin around the first two weeks as a ‘promising rapper’ also came with a secondary attachment, Bang Chan.

A trainee of nearly six years and probably the kindest teenager Changbin had ever met, Chan was slowly becoming his favourite part of the company. Admittedly a few of the other new trainees were terrified of him, but Changbin was never one to back down easily.

The pair spoke fondly of other trainees that Chaginbin was less acquainted with (there were so many of them). But the names that seemed to pop up often were: Lilly- who Chan explained was another international trainee, and Jeongin, who was supposedly at school. Jisung always spoke of his ‘noona’ too and each mention came with Chan giving his side a gentle elbow or kick and muttering ‘she said not to call her that’ to which Jisung would always reply ‘Isn’t that the point?’

It was two weeks into his traineeship that Changbin finally met the mysterious ‘noona’.

He hadn’t been to school that day, instead spending it in lessons for some group dance with other trainees that had passed the recent auditions. And as the afternoon trailed on and he was given an hour of reprieve before a vocal lesson, he found himself in the cafe with Chan and Jisung.

Trainees were given cards- well points more specifically, that just so happened to be stored on cards, to use in the JYPE cafeteria. Jisung pays for Chan- who claimed he was ‘saving his’, why Changbin didn’t quite understand- the company was pretty liberal with their alliances and Chan should have had plenty.

And it’s only when they’ve been seated for a good fifteen minutes does Changbin startle suddenly aware of the fourth chair at their table- now occupied by a school bag. It’s boxy, made from yellow canvas that’s bright, but was probably a bit brighter a few years ago. A few keychains dangle off it, a set of beads and charms in a striking red- the main feature being a small strawberry, and another that bore the tiniest little raccoon that he’s pretty sure was a dirt cheap novelty found in most gotcha machines. And It confused Changbin because he’d seen it before- he’d heard those annoying red and pink beads clash together, jostled with movement and noted the crappy paint job of the cheap raccoon before. He was so damned sure.

Wordlessly, Chan held up his card, the one for the cafeteria that had his points on it and the little slip of plastic was taken from his outstretched hand with deft fighters. Changbin watched curiously as someone with a school uniform- his school uniform, retrates to the cafe counter.

And as she ordered, sliping the card over for the barcode to scan, he realised that It was Kang Sunhee. Who spent her lunch times sitting with a nice but boring group of girls, not talking to them. Who needed an alphabet chart taped to her desk but achieved a 100 on their last English Exam, who got solid 80’s in maths without batting an eye and only showed up half the time and smiled her way down hallways without putting effort into small talk. Who the cohort had decided must have been a trainee at some small company- because surely she’d make a big deal out of being at a well known company.

“They don’t give the female trainees as many meal points.” Jisung said through a mouthful of noodles, noticing Changbin’s confusion. “Noona’s supposed to be on a diet so they took all hers away. But Chan-hyung saves his up because the company gives him so many.”

And soon enough, Sunhee was back, shrugging off the blazer to drape it across the chair and using one hand to loosen the tie that secured the white dress shirt around the column of her neck It’s only when she nudged her backpack to the ground, not caring as fell down with a dull thud, keychains cluttering as it did, that she noticed him.

“Oh- Changbin-ssi?” Sunhee cocked her head to the side, the same way she did when assessing a question in a textbook that she didn’t quite get. Like he was something out of place, or a line from their poetry unit that she just couldn’t wrap her head around.

“You know each other?” Jisung asked, again muffled by the food in his mouth. Chan’s also looking up from his phone, just with his eyes but the curiosity is evident.

“Yeah.” She replied. Still frowning, but moving to sit anyway. “I got to his school.”

His school. Because it was just that, It wasn’t her school. All Sunhee did was read the passages in English to show off and grace the halls a few days a week, she ate her lunches with little to no interest in those she sat with and hardly cared for the gossip left in her wake.

“Huh.” Chan said, stealing a piece of Tteok-bokki for the small portion on Jisung’s tray- having already finished his own. “Well that’s fun.”

“I didn’t know you were accepted by JYPE.” Sunhee said casually, snapping the wooden chopsticks apart, digging her short nails between one end and pulling apart with a quick tug. They split right down the middle.

“Really- The school filmed a video about it and everything. Most students know.”

‘I guess I don’t really pay much attention, do I.” It’s a cheeky poke, and it makes Jisung huff a laugh over his food- an inside joke maybe.

Changbin’s tray was empty, the chopsticks snapped, ugly and off centre, a chunk of the join attached to the left chopstick. His eyes only flickered away from her once or twice while she spoke. Because his mother had raised him to be polite, to hold eye contact and listen attentively.

But this was probably the longest conversation he’d had with her. And wasn’t that just miserable.

He’d been looking forward to meeting her. It was clear she had some kind of kinship with the other two at the table, and Chan- who eats like a machine (upwards of two rice bowls with every meal) sacrifices his meal points for her. And Jisung speaks of her like she hung the stars, that his ‘noona’ was the most amazing person in the company (short of himself of course, because Jisung came with a sense of cockynes that simply will not disappear).

She doesn't seem off put by his presence, just… impartial. And well, that was it. They ate. Chan asked Sunhee about her day at school and Jisung recounted everything that happened in his. Changbin sits and listens offering his own piece from time to time: little comments about the rap lesson he and Jisung had earlier or off handed complaints about his and Sunhee’s homeroom teacher.

Then he moves on with his day and that was life.

But the next day he saw her at school, the Monday of the following week, Changbin made a decision. He hadn’t even seen her in the classroom but ended up startled by her distinct accent reading out the English passage- it’s some borning diary entry, that is supposed to have four mistakes in it for them to circle.

He finds it easy because when he watches her read it, each mistake- like the use of the clunky phrase ‘less than before’ comes with a head tilt, the same way she peers at textbook questions and Changbin when she spots him in the practice room or company hallways.

After that class, when students make their way out of the classroom, ducking their head to the teacher as they walk past, giving ‘goodbye’s in English as the teacher always asked them to. She’s awkwardly straightening the sides of her blazer under her bag straps, pink beads and charms clicking together with the movements.

“Sunhee-ssi,” She turned to him, pausing her steps. She answered with nothing more than a hum, the same way she did when entertaining Jisung’s rants. “Would you like to sit with me for lunch?”

It’s an odd feeling as they walk together, chatting about nothing more than school or the vending machine snacks at their company. She tells him she moved from Australia but enrolled in school as it was her family’s only condition. He in return told her that his parents were happy he’d made it into JYPE- that his older sister won’t stop teasing him about it.

They’re shallow topics really, but that was okay. And as she sits down, introducing herself to the five other boys Changbin spent his school days with, it’s simple. Nothing really to it.

She melds with them well, contributing to the piss-taking that is their normal and complaining about Literature- her worst subject, with the group.

Seo Changbin doesn’t understand her. Kang Sunhee is an anomaly but he is happy to sit and chat with her at lunch times, conversation flowing with ease- much to the shock of his friends who continue to shoot curious glances.

But he thinks that maybe understanding her could wait for a later date, for now, he was happy to simply exist, adjusting to his new lifestyle and the people that came with it.

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