#but you're not gonna get new fans by saying inside jokes that just make them feel left out. even if it is a good song

[edge-oftheworld]

sorry complete mess i love you but album opener was all you needed to be

I've removed all the singles except the only one that charted which is me myself & i. songs that also charted if i remember correctly were bad omens and efyts. do with that information what you will.

this left me with room for only 2 of the extended version songs (not that they usually ever get used for singles) so i picked the two that seemed most like they COULD be potential singles. moodswings came a close third though

[raythekiller]

I love the masky nsfw alphabet It riled up my imagination.. soo can i request for a hoodie one?? Thank youu

🗒꒰⸝⸝₊ NSFW ALPHABET ❛ ✧

Featuring: Hoodie/Brian

# Notes: its that time of the year again where i make 1 post and disappear for the next seven months <3 also DAYUM new post format?? (also also theres a new toby drawing on the way stay tuned)

A - AFTERCARE

Surprisingly soft. Wants to hold you close and maybe take a shower together. Don't get things twisted though - it's so he can keep feeling your body against his instead of to comfort you. Call it possessiveness or an ego stroke, maybe.

B - BODY PART

Thighs man through and through. Thigh highs drive him up-the-wall insane. Will also just absentmindedly knead them if you're sitting next to him, especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt/dress.

C - CUM

Oh he likes it messy. Just enjoys having his cum on you in general - backshots, face, dripping from you after he came inside, you name it.

D - DIRTY SECRET

None. He has no shame and is very open about what he likes.

E - EXPERIENCE

Not as much as you might expect, given his demeanour. Don't get me wrong, it's still a lot, but he makes it seem like he worked as a pornstar for a few years with sheer cockiness.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

If you ask him, he'll say "all of them". But if you put a gun to his head and tell him to choose, he'll settle for doggy. Just loves grabbing your hips and ass while he's pounding into you.

G - GOOFY

He doesn't exactly make jokes, but his teasing might be a bit funny at times. He doesn't mind making things more silly or lighthearted as long as you still cum at the end of it.

H - HAIR

Usually clean-shaven, but he might get a bit lazy with it occasionally. Always at least well trimmed though.

I - INTIMACY

Usually adapts to what you like best. If you just want to get your brains fucked out and keep romance out of it, he'll happily do it. If you like something more tender with lots of "I love you"s, he doesn't complain about it either.

J - JACK OFF

A lot. This guy has crazy stamina (we'll talk about that later), I'd say maybe five times per week or so.

K - KINK

A lot but mainly: CORRUPTION!! I've said it before and I'll say it again he wants to bring the worst out of you. If you're a virgin, he wants go be your first. If you're not, he wants to see just how wild things can get when he pushes you a little.

L - LOCATION

Literally anywhere. He is a fan of semi-public sex, though. In the woods, living room of the manor when (you think) there's no one else home, in a busted alleyway, you name it.

M - MOTIVATION

Oh it's very easy to turn him on. Here's a huge one though: when you take iniciative. He's used to being the one starting shit. When YOU do it, though? When you make it clear you want him to wreck you? Fucking hot.

N - NO

Very short but obvious list: anything to do with piss, shit or vomit. Other than that, I think he's pretty open. Not even averse to being submissive every now and then.

O - ORAL

HELL YEAH BABY! Giving, receiving, whatever, he doesn't care. His mouth isn't just good for talking shit — he knows how to use that tongue. When he's getting head, though? He looks so pretty — head thrown back, moaning and whimpering with a grin on his face. Might buck his hips into your mouth for giggles (and because you sound hot choking on him).

P - PACE

Again, he'll go for whatever gets you off. If you like it rough and fast, he's in. If you prefer slow and sensual, that's also hot.

Q - QUICKIE

Biggest quickie fan in the manor. He just can't help himself most of the time and he doesn't really try to, either. If his horny, you best bet he knows how to get you horny as well and things just go from there.

R - RISK

Loves experimenting and finding new ways to make you moan. Doesn't mind getting a bit freakier every now and then.

S - STAMINA

Jesus christ what are they feeding this man. Y'know when guys are like "I'm gonna fuck you all night long" and stop after two rounds max? This motherfucker is serious about it.

T - TOYS

I don't think he'd go out of his way to buy them, but if you already have them you best believe he's using it to his advantage. Big fan of vibrators.

U - UNFAIR

This guy is MEAN. He doesn't make you wait for too long before fucking you but just those few minutes feel like an eternity with the atrocities he's whispering in your ear.

V - VOLUME

LOUD. He moans, groans, whines, whimpers, you name it. Not ashamed to make some noise and LOVES if you're loud as well.

W - WILD CARD

Likes having his hair pulled— WHO SAID THAT???

X - X-RAY

7.4 inches, cut. Not too thick, just the right girth.

Y - YEARNING

Can't go like, a week without having sex or at least jacking off. Homeboy has a lot of steam he needs to let out.

Z - ZZZ

Only god knows how he doesn't pass out immediately after. Chances are you'll fall asleep before him.

[synthetickitsune]

Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Teasing fluff | 0.5k | gn!reader

“There’s a storm coming.”

You turn towards Jeonghan standing in front of the open window. He's rubbing his elbow again, like he's been doing often since the surgery. He never tells you if it hurts, but you’ve noticed his new habit any time it’s about to rain. You smile at him before you turn back to stir the stew bubbling on the stove. 

“See? That means we have to stay in and cuddle.”

You hear him chuckle as he comes closer. He hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“No old man jokes?” he asks you almost suspiciously.

“The fans and the guys will do them for me. I'll have enough time for that when we are actually old,” you hum, the sound rising higher with surprise when he kisses your cheek. He leans his head against yours before you can turn to look at him.

“You don't think I'll tease you then too?” another kiss to your cheek and you wonder what's going on inside his head that he’s suddenly so affectionate.

“I don't think so - I know so,” you correct him, “But it's only fair. Until then I'm gonna learn to be as much of a menace as you are.”

He laughs, surprising you yet again by turning his head at the exact same moment you do, so your lips meet his instead of his skin. His hand reaches out to cradle your head as he deepens the kiss. You feel him smile as he does and allow him to lead, to take what he needs. He only lets you pull away when the bubbling in the pot gets too out of control.

“I'll teach you all my tricks,” he promises quietly while you stir the cooking dinner.

“Is your arm alright?” you ask, elaborating only when he gives you a confused look, “You're too sweet suddenly.”

He rolls his eyes before he rests his head on your shoulder again. You don't force him to talk. Just having him so close and feeling his fingers play with the hem of your shirt is nice enough.

“You're cooking for me, you take care of me,” he sighs, “How did you know not to tease me right now?”

You take a second to think. You're not really sure yourself.

“I don't know,” you shrug the unoccupied shoulder, “I guess since you never tease me about some things, I just figured you might not like it either.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, busying himself with showering your shoulder with loving pecks.

“You don't give yourself enough credit, Han,” you smile, “I'm learning to play jokes, but I’m also learning to be kinder from you.”

He shakes his head but you feel his smile. You don't push him to accept or acknowledge it. Sometimes it's good enough that he hears it. But it's hard not to shout the words at him again and again until he does because even as you sit down to eat, you know he dismisses them silently in his mind.

Maybe he will see reason one day, you hope. You have the rest of your lives to make him understand you’re saying nothing but the truth.

[c-m-stuff]

Wedding Dress

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are engaged. When you found the perfect wedding dress, you had to make a hard decision.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, language, mention of smut

-Word count: 1528

-Note: A brand new story for my wonderful readers! My requests are open, so feel free to send them in. This one was again inspired by a Friends episode. Enjoy! Friends - 7x17

Masterlist

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Y/N POV:

I was beyond excited to become soon Mrs. (Y/N) Reid. With our wedding soon approaching, I needed a wedding dress. So, I took the girls out to go wedding dress shopping.

'OMG! You look so beautiful!'

'So gorgeous!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.

'OMG! I'm gonna cry!' they all exclaimed, seeing me in a beautiful, white wedding dress. It was perfect.

'This is it. Yeah, this is the one.' I stated, confidently, admiring the fabric hugging my body.

'I can't believe I found it.'

'Wow, you look so beautiful. If I knew you, I'd cry.' a woman walked the room in, laying eyes on the dress.

'I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Ball like a baby.' I joked, earning a giggle.

'I'm Meghan Bailey.'

'Have you found your dress?' I asked, as she sighed.

'These dresses are amazing... But I couldn't afford one.'

'I can't either. I'm here to figure out which one I want, then I'll get it at Kleinman's. They're having a huge sale.' I told her my little secret, seeing her face light up.

'Thanks for the tip!'

'When are you getting married?'

'I'm not. I just like to try these on.'

'I do the same thing.' Emily confessed, before seeing Meghan's straight face.

'I'm just kidding. I'm getting married July 25.'

'I'm just kidding too!' she tried to laugh it off, trying to save her from the awkwardness. I giggled.

'When are you getting married?' Meghan asked me.

'May 15.'

'Who's your band?'

'My fiance wants The Swing Kings.'

'You're lucky. My fiance wants the heavy metal band, Carcass.' she answered, with a somewhat unhappy look.

At that moment, another woman walked through the room, holding another wedding dress.

'Oh, don't buy that here. Now that you know what you want,

go to Kleinman's. This place is so overpriced.' Emily told her, the lady giving her an ungrateful look.

'I own this store.'

'So does this come in another color, or...?' she tried, but it was too late. When the store owner was gone, we couldn't hold our laughs anymore.

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Day of the sale:

We were two days later, the day of the sale. It was really important to me to get that wedding dress, it was literally perfect. When me and the three girls arrived at the store, just a few minutes before opening time, we weren't that shocked that there were so many people. Women, to be specifically. I turned around to face JJ, Emily and Penelope, catching their attention.

'Listen up. There's usually only one dress in each size. So when they open those doors, fan out. This is what you're looking for. Memorize it.' I showed a picture of the dress.

'When you locate the dress, blow on these, all right? Three sharp blasts. When you hear it, come running.' I gave them all a flute. I may be overreacting, but this dress was just perfect and what could I care what others were thinking.

The moment was approaching. The big doors went open and all the women ran inside the store. We split up, as I quickly ran to a rack of wedding dresses.

'Not it. Not it. Not it.' I spoke to myself, going through the clothes, until I saw it.

'This is it! This is the dress! It's perfect!' I exclaimed, the fabric in my hands, as suddenly it got pulled by the other side.

'I'm sorry, this one's taken!' I tried to say, but got pulled over to the other side of the rack. With the dress still in my hand, I recognized her.

'Meghan!'

'(Y/N)!'

'You came!'

'Yeah!'

'This is my dress!' I said, happily.

'No!'

'Yes it is. You saw me wearing it.'

'And now you'll see me buying it.' I was shocked. I felt betrayed. That bitch.

'You freak! You wouldn't even know about this place without me.'

'Look, you don't want to fight me.' she said, confident as ever.

'Maybe I do. I'm not alone!' I threatened, before giving her a slight push, just hard enough to let her hands drop the dress, running of to the checkout, while blowing on my flute. The girls came running towards me, and after paying, we went quickly to the car, just to be sure, and drove off to my apartment.

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We plopped satisfied on my couch, glad we survived that chaos. Just when I had finished, telling them what had happened, my phone began to rang.

'Hello? What? You what? You listen here, missy!' and she hung up, leaving me mad.

'That was Meghan. She booked The Swing Kings on the day of our wedding, and said I couldn't have them back unless I gave her the dress!'

'That bitch!' Emily scolded, everyone nodding in agreement.

'What am I gonna do? That's the dress! That is the dress! Spencer wants the band. What do I do?' I rambled on, feeling defeated. Completely defeated.

'Figure out a way to talk him out of it.' JJ suggested, which was a good idea. I mean, how important can that band be?

'Okay, but I need your guys help.'

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We were a few hours further, when the door swung open, revealing my fiance entering our home. After hanging up his coat, he came to the living room.

'Hey! And what are you guys talking about?' he greeted us, placing a quick kiss on my lips while sitting down next to me.

'We're talking about The Swing Kings. And wondering whether they're the right way to go.' I told him, before Penelope went on:

'I went to a wedding once where they had swing music. And two months later, the couple divorced. I'm not saying there's any connection here. But they did tell me that's why they got divorced.'

'But I love swing music!' Spencer exclaimed, a little confused.

'But The Swing Kings? They suck so much that people die at their concerts. They just stop living.' Emily tried an attempt.

'All I know is that when (Y/N) and I went to see them, we had fun. And there's another reason.' suddenly he became all shy and nervous.

'Well, what is the other reason?'

'I-I don't want to say.' he stammered, fidgeting with his hands.

'What is it, love?' I tried again, this time getting an answer out of him.

'It's just, while (Y/N) and I were dancing to them... It was the first time I knew that... You were the woman that I wanted to dance all my dances with.' he stared at me, my heart fluttering from his sweet comment. I smiled, giving a squeeze in his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder, knowing deeply that I have to give up the dress.

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Time went by, and before we knew it, it was already evening. Everyone left, leaving my soon-to-be husband and myself in the apartment. In the meanwhile, I had called Meghan back and gave her what she wants. The compromise was that I would return the dress to Meghan. In fact, I was going to do that, but that didn't stopped me from wearing it one last time.

'(Y/N)? Are you okay?' I heard Spencer call me from through the bedroom door.

'Don't come in here!'

'Why, do you have another boyfriend in there?' he joked, as a smirk was plastered on my lips, playing along.

'No. We only mess around at his place.'

'I started it, but now it's scaring me, so could you come out here, please?' I giggled at his response, imagining his facial expressions. I could almost see the worry on his face, but yet I couldn't open the door.

'No, I'm wearing a wedding dress.'

'You got a wedding dress?'

'Yeah, but I'm not keeping it.'

'Then why can't I see it?' I thought for a moment, deciding he can.

'Oh. I guess you can. But I have to return it, so you can't like it.'

'Okay, I promise. I'll hate it.' I opened the door, when Spencer's face dropped.

'Wow. You look hideous.' he tried, but it didn't took a profiler to see how beautiful he found it.

'Really?'

'Yeah. That's like the most ugliest dress I've ever seen. Why do you have to return it?'

'Because it doesn't really fit.' I lied.

'Oh, by the way, I booked The Swing Kings.' his face light up, while his eyes remained on me.

'Oh, that's great. Thanks.'

'But that dress is terrible. It makes me want to rip it off you.'

'Okay!' I answered more quickly than I intended to.

'But you can't rip it.' I took his hand, dragging him into the bedroom, before stopping a moment.

'Well, maybe a little.'

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[bellaturner]

Perfect Sense

Not proof read, please let me know if there are any errors

Summary: you are pregnant with Alex's baby.

No warnings (there is the use of the words whore and gold digger once, and the mention of a 10 years age gap tho)

Basically fluff ✨

900 words

Masterlist

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You were 30 weeks pregnant when you decided it was time to share the news with the world. Of course, close friends and family already knew, but the general public was unaware. Whenever you went out, you always wore baggy shirts and tight high-waisted pants to conceal your growing belly and shield your little girl from the prying eyes of paparazzi. However, with only 10 weeks to go, it was becoming increasingly challenging to hide your pregnancy.

To make matters worse, the guys were in the midst of a world tour, and the gossip magazines had their focus on the Arctic Monkeys' members and their significant others. Your engagement to Alex had already provided them with plenty to gossip about when it was announced last year.

They feasted on it, relishing in highlighting the ten-year age gap between you and Alex, and making derogatory remarks, calling you a whore and a gold digger. It was tough initially, but you had learned to cope. Most of the fans supported you anyways, and you always had the guys standing up for you.

So, the day before the gig in Sheffield, you decided to have a conversation with your fiancé.

"Al, baby, I'm tired of hiding my belly," you said softly while cuddling with him in bed, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. It was one of those lazy nights when you both stayed at home, watching movies. "Chloe will be here soon, and we haven't announced it yet."

His free hand moved to the base of your stomach, gently caressing it and eliciting kicks from your daughter. "Oh, hi there, love," Al chuckled. "Don't kick your mum like that," he scolded playfully.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt me," you laughed, placing your hand on top of his. You knew Chloe would be a daddy's girl; she already adored him so much. Whenever you played his music, she would celebrate with a tiny dance inside you, and when he returned home from work, she would kick until he came over and spoke to her.

"Do you think we should go public, princess?" he interrupted your little daydream.

"I do, baby," you replied.

"Then we'll do it tomorrow," he said with a mischievous grin. "But in a special way."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see, doll," he whispered. "Now let's finish watching this and get some sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow for the final rehearsal," he added, nuzzling your hair.

You adored those moments, when he buried his nose in your hair. His big nose and how he sometimes used it to bring you pleasure were just some of the things you loved about him. In your eyes, everything about this man was perfect. That's why he was yours, and you reveled in displaying your love, even when the media labeled you a gold digger. You were deeply in love with him, and nothing else mattered.

"I love you, Alex" you said placing kisses all over his chest.

"I love you too, darling," he replied, his voice sounding sleepy.

The following day was filled with anticipation. Alex got up early and left for the venue, and you joined him and the rest of the band for lunch. You wore a loose shirt, finally relieved to ditch the pants you despised. During the afternoon, you decided to read a book in the band's private room while the guys joked around and played music.

"You're glowing, babe," Alex said with a smile.

"I'm just so happy that we're finally going public with the pregnancy," you replied. "And curious about how we're gonna do it," you teased, but he remained silent.

He was about to say something when a voice called them over, announcing that they would be on stage in five minutes.

"I have to go, doll," he kissed your lips and joined the rest of the band at the side of the stage.

You watched them perform from the backstage area, reveling in the experience. Seeing them live always brought you immense joy. Around the fourth song, you noticed a change in the setlist, making you even more excited.

It was during the last song before the encore when Alex began to speak, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers.

"I don't usually do this, but since we're back to where it all began, I want to dedicate the next song to someone special," he said, searching for your eyes on the side of the stage.

The cameras quickly captured your face as you locked eyes with Alex and blew him a kiss.

"This next one is for my amazing wife and the mother of my child," he declared, and the crowd erupted in a frenzy, mirroring your own emotions.

You hadn't expected this. But as the realization sunk in, tears of joy welled up in your eyes. Not only had he referred to you as his wife in front of thousands of people, but he also announced your pregnancy, allowing you to proudly showcase your baby bump to the world.

The band proceeded to play "Perfect Sense," and at the end of the song, Alex sprinted over to you, passionately kissing you while whispering, "I love you, princess," and of course Chloe kicked until he kissed your bump as well.

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IT'S BEEN A WHILE BUT I'M BACK!

I've been trying to write something for almost a month, but I'm stuck at it, so I decided to write this short little story to kinda reset my mind, if that makes any sense.

Hope you guys enjoy this one ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ⁿⁱᶜᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗ ⁱ ᵗʰʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ I really liked writing it.

OH, I almost forgot, this is a suuuper old request by @dietmtndew777, I hope you like it, babe 💕 (and sorry for taking forever to write it)

Anywayyyys, love yall 💕

~ Bella

[jimiminily]

Happy 11th anniversary BTS 💜💫

Congratulations on reaching 11 years together 🥹🫶

06.13

(This pic was taken yesterday at Jin's discharge day♡)

Today's festa was so fun with Jin, I'm thankful that he made it possible even tho he got discharged just yesterday! 🥰

Jin is finally here I'm so happy 🥹💫 I love him smmmm such a precious person

I wish the rest of BTS so much succes, healthiness and happiness in your military journey, let's see each other next festa 😌

(Getting kinda emotional rn)

But hobi is coming this 17th october 2024! 4 months left, I'm excited!! The rest

- Namjoon & Taehyung: 10th June 2025

- Jimin & Jungkook: 11th June 2025

- Yoongi: 21th June 2025

They're all coming in june festa 2025 🥰

I absolutely can't wait for the 2025 reunion! I wonder how everything's gonna be 😚

They're so hardworking, sometimes I wonder how they're still so humble ugh not me tearing up again 🫠 I love you so much BTS, became an ARMY in your 7th year (16 years old), and now today it is your 11th year, and I'm 19 🥰 I love growing up with bangtan and having them in my history/story

I love you all so much im gonna say this again but you really taught me love and warmth yall are so precious and adorable TT you're so wonderful there really is no other omg 🫠 NOT ME TEARING UP AGAIN WHILE WRITING😫 your lyrics really really comfort me

I'm never letting you go 😌🤍

I'm thankful to have such amazing artist, my 7, my bangtan

I always wish you eternal happines, healthiness and safety, live your life the way you want 💕

I'll always wait for you, support you and love you

My forever favorite artist, people, group, comfort, friends & home, BTS, lets go forever and together ☺️

Apobangpo 💜

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📬Letter from jhope

[Translation]

🐿 "wow~~ it’s 613!! the year of 2024 613!!!~~~ it’s been 11 years since we’ve been together with our ARMY… wow!! the fun/interesting thing is is that our jin hyung’s discharge date was yesterday??!!! jealous!!!!!~~~ i’m the most jealous of him in the world~~!!!!!!! haha~^^ being half sincere and half joking, i wanted to feel a little less jealous <of his discharge> so i enlisted early!! hehe anyways that was too much of a personal story!! I can’t believe it’s already been 11 years since being with our army!!…. thank you for continuously liking and believing in me/us. all i have in mind right now is wanting to show you a better me a day quicker,,, heh because it’s today <festa> ,, i can more picture/draw <inside my head> me standing cooly on the stage in front of you all, you probably feel the same way too right?? i miss you!! and miss/long for you!! i love you ARMY!!!"

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Letter from RM

🐨 "Hello.I’ll keep this simple, I miss you all so much and can’t wait to see you soon. There’s just a year to go until we will meet again. How did you like my RPWP album that was released last month? I hope you are all doing well. A year seems too long and it’ll take a lot of patience, but i’m trying to make the most out of the situation with my soulmate, the tenor saxophone.. I’ll perform Dynamite with it when we meet again. I hope everyone has a rejuvenating summer vacation. Being in a new environment brings a blood of new emotions It also makes me wonder how Jin must’ve felt when he was the first to be discharged from service. Congratulations, Jin, on all your hard work! Please convey our love to our fans. It must be hard doing all this alone. But don’t worry! Hoseok will join you soon! My love for you all remains unchanged. Our love will grow even stronger and more beautiful upon our return. Waiting is hard, but I believe there is a reason for this. And besides, it is not the end for us. This is only the first line of Act II. Although I miss everyone so much, I’ll try to hold up well. It’s been 11 years since we met, and there’s only one more year to wait.

ARMY!! Its been a long time since I’ve called for you aloud. It fills me up with emotions and reminds me of our history.

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!"

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Letter from SUGA

🐱 "Hello, ARMYs! I'm Suga! It's been a long time, right? It's been a long time for me to write a handwriting letter, so I feel kind of awkward. Hahaha I'm doing really well... I went to the training center and I'm living a busy life. ARMYs, are you doing well? haha

it’s the 613 that has come around again

as it comes around every year there’s been a lot of memories (attached to it)

it still doesn’t feel real that I won’t be able to see ARMY on this day but i think you’ll have so much fun while spending it with Seokjin hyung so my heart is a little more at ease!!

Our 613 festival, enjoy it thoroughly! i’m also holding onto solely the day that i’ll be able to see ARMY as soon as possible!

if you can please don’t get hurt please don’t get exhausted and i wish/hope that we can wait until the day that we meet again! i miss you ARMY!! let’s see each other in a bit bye~!!"

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Letter from hobi

🐿 "Hello, ARMY! How are you doing?

I am currently a second-class sergeant as well as a squad leader. Only four months are left until I complete my military service. I’ve been spending the remaining time working out hard so I can lose some weight, and practicing English speaking… in my own way, at least.

I’m not sure if you will agree… but I think I’ve grown calmer and more mature.

I now feel like I true grown-up!!

Bwahaha!!<- Hmm… Or maybe not…

Anyway, time sure flies. It’s already June! Jin has joined us, which makes things all the merrier and makes it clear that it’s time for us to get closer to all of you.

Enough about me. Now I’d like to hear about you.

How have you been?

I hope you’re all in good health.

What are you into these days?

How are you doing without us?

What would you like to say when we meet again?

honestly did you cheat or not~?

did you carry sunjae on your back and run or not~?*

Now, be honest,were your hearts miles away like Lovely Runners?

It’s strange. Now that I’ve reached thirty, I have a ton of questions for you! ♡♡

But actually that just means I want to hear more from you and miss you so much! And we don’t have to wait much longer until that day comes…!!

I’m so excited…

Actually… A day seems like a year these days…

And I toss and turn at night… I try to stay patient, but it’s hard…

I’m unsure if my emotions can be fully conveyed in writing, but I sure hope my sincere feelings reach you well…! ♡♡

I miss you! ♡

I’m desperately looking forward to seeing you!! ♡

Take care, and enjoy June and the rest of the time until we meet again in October! ♡

See you then! ♡

I love you all! ♡♡

⁃Your hope -

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Letter from Jimin

🐥 "To. ARMY

ARMYs, this is Jimin. It's been a long time since I said hello to you like this.. l'll just write down what I want to say! I really miss you all. It's not easy, really ㅎㅎㄱㄱㄱㄱ

Every day, I live imagining what it would be like to meet you all.

When we meet again, what hair color should we have? Your body will feel a little better by then, right? And how long should your hair be? What earrings should I wear when I go out? What clothes are you wearing? What should I sing? lf I lie down thinking about this, my heart is racing and I can't sleep. I wonder how overwhelming it must be

Are our ARMYs doing well? Are you eating well and doing some exercise? Of course you're not doing it, right? ㄱㄱㄱㄱㄱ ( You really should). Nothing much will happen, right? lf there is, I hope it won't be too difficult.

You should be happy, our ARMYs I want to make you happier, but it's a shame. Still, l'm doing well here, so don't worry too much.Jin- hyung, you'll be discharged soon! Please play with Jin- hyung first. Then, we will return to you one by one. Let's all meet up, hug each other, and play. I'l come back with another letter next time. I love you, Ami. How are you?" -JIMIN

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Letter from V

🐻 "Army! I really miss you. Are you all doing well? I eat well, sleep well, train, and live a fairly healthy life. I am receiving good energy from my younger colleagues and senior classmates, and I am enjoying a variety of new experiences. I'm a little proud, but I also got first place.

I’m good at shooting too!! I received praise, and learned a lot from our warrior friends in judo and jiu-jitsu, and I just felt like I was born again!! The bodies of our warriors are, I am thankful that I can train with this person, and I am barely keeping up! It's a bit irritating, but I won't overdo it!!

I overcame my fear of heights. It wasn't a big deal. It was really scary, but I got over it in the end. It’s because I’m so excited. Will you understand?? These days, during my free time, I go alone to a corner and dance. Just in case, I try not to lose that memory little by little.

So, since I told you that I am doing well, ARMY is also saying that you will be doing well. I hope you are not sick and anxious (even if we don't tell each other because neither we nor ARMY have each other?) Don't worry and we will see you soon.

When we see our members and ARMY again like this, let’s pour out all our long-awaited emotions! I miss you so much, I love you so much, Apobangpo, Borahae, goodbye."

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Letter from Jungkook

🐰 "Hello, this is Jungkook.

It's been a while since I wrote a handwritten letter, and my handwriting seems to have gotten worse. I'm sorry ㅋㅋ

everyone!! I'm doing well

There aren't any difficult parts, but I'm getting through it just thinking about the day I'll meet you all again, and sometimes there are fun moments that make me forget about how difficult it is ㅎㅎ

By the way, did you listen to the fan song “Never Let Go” released in June? Even when I was working on the song, I really wanted to release it as a fan song.

I hope my feelings were conveyed well.

Originally, I was going to show a performance as well, but unfortunately I couldn't do it because I didn't have enough time.

If I get the chance, I really want to show it on stage later (nothing ready yet).

But I really want to perform on stage.

I want to hear ARMY’s cheers quickly

I want to do great songs again

It was so cold and the hot summer hasn't even come yet, but I hope winter comes quickly...

Time is running out ㅠㅠ

I guess I miss you all so much.

If you enjoy it, I will be standing in front of you someday, right?

Ah ah ah..! Anyway, everyone!

Until the day we meet again, don't get sick and take care of your health! That way, you'll be happier when you meet, right?!

I miss you so much..

I love you so much!

But I really can’t write letters ㅋㅋ

I'm leaving now!! hi!!"

- jungkook -

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Letter from Jin

🐹 "Hello, this is Jin.

I hope everyone is in good health. I'm reaching out to you for the first time in a while.

I'd like to be able to say hello more often, but unfortunately my situation hasn't allowed that.

I'm so excited that my discharge from military service is just around the corner haha.

I heard that my bandmates have been working hard to entertain you during my absence. How nice of them!

Now, it's my turn ARMY!

Although it won't be easy to do it alone, I will try my best.

I've been planning to entertain you for a year now and I will put all my plans into practice once I return to society.

I thank everyone for being with us for such a long time. I love you ARMY ♡

P.S: Keep up the hard work, boys!"

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Their words are so sweet :') might have shed some tears, they really are precious souls 🤍 I really adore them

Today for festa we had

In-person Event with Jin

2024 FESTA

First Session: Jin’s Greetings

- The first session (Meet-and-Greet with Jin) is a time for light hugs with Jin per request from the artist, and is expected to last about three hours.

- If you win the raffle but do not wish for a hug, you can replace it with a handshake.

- Every precautionary measure will be put in place to ensure no unpleasant incidents occur during the event. We ask for your kind cooperation.

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Second Session: Message from Jin : June 13 2024,☀️

- The second session will last about one hour.

- Jin will showcase various performances that ARMY wish to see.

(BigHit tweets 👇)

[#2024BTSFESTA]

BTS 11th ANNIVERSARY 🎉

[#TodaysBangtan]

2024 June 13th’s Seokjin, Clear Skies☀️

armys, its nice to see see you again💜

#TodaysJin #BTS #방탄소년단

#2024BTSFESTA #BTS11thAnniversary

#/ReturnedBackHome (t/n: wordplay with 돌아왔지 (dolawa-ji) -> 돌아왔진 (dolawa-jin)

#/ARMYThankYouForWaiting

#/ThankYouForBeingTogetherOnOur11thAnniversaryToo🎉

He just posted on instagram too! ☺️💕💕

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My love it's been so long TT I missed you, welcome back precious Jin 🤍💫

Happy 11 years bangtan💜

[toxicanonymity]

Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[ann-yakor]

Mastermind.

| okay, so this is my first time doing this ever, I swear English isn't even my first language so I may have or may have not made chatgpt proof read this and help me with my grammar 😭🫠 lol

Pls be nice, this took me so much time and is probably not that good but I kinda like it.

Also, I don't know how to count words with the 1K! 1.2K! Cause math, my brain can't do that but this has around 2.100 words

"What do I have to do to get what I want? Let’s say I have a plan. Which I don’t. This plan would consist of a few steps. Little steps, since I can't focus on a lot of things at the same time.

The first part of the plan would be to get involved. Since social media exists, it's easier and easier to get inside people’s small private circles without them even noticing. You just open Instagram, search for… let’s say, your crush's account, and then you immediately follow… her best friend. Her best friend, who follows an insane number of people, will follow you back. Even though you're biting your nails, growing more anxious by the second, wanting to talk to her, you don't. You wait for a day or two. Then you upload a story about your cat. An hour has passed after that, and her friend saw it. Actually, her friend liked it. That's when you can get into her friend's DMs. And you talk to her about how you are new in town and hadn't got the chance to make any friends. If you chose wisely, she’s her extroverted friend. In fact, she’s the golden retriever that adopted her into the friend group in the first place. After a few days talking about where to get this, where to get that, the music you like, and how you wished you had friends to go to the weekend fair, you get invited. You are being adopted.

Don't be nervous, I know you messed up before, but this is what planning is for; sweaty palms and stutter won't be a problem when every word is scripted and perfectly crafted.

But don’t get too excited already either because you're gonna ask how many people are gonna be there. And after putting an excuse about being bad at names, you’re gonna make sure she's not going. The girl with the freckles? Not really a fan of fairs. Lucky for you.

Now the fun part is getting to know her friends.

We know Dina; she’s extroverted, charismatic, and if she wasn’t dating Jesse, she’d probably be a threat since she’s also gorgeous and generous.

Then there’s Jesse, the silly boyfriend, a joker, always in a silly mood, and trying to make everyone smile, even if deep down he’s having a hard time; nobody knows. But you know because his pain matches yours. So you smile at each other, in silent understanding.

After a couple of games, Jesse and you have secret jokes, and Dina is gossiping about everything that happens in Jackson, the small community that celebrates everything and is always throwing fairs like this. Your younger self would be thrilled; it sounds like Mystic Falls or Stars Hollow even, but this is a real place and is where you're gonna live for a long time now, so... please don't mess things up.

Now you’re feeling proud of yourself; her friends are your friends now. So, let's get to step three.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry!” Someone accidentally pushing me to the floor is definitely not part of the plan, but neither was wearing my old Converse instead of my new pink Nikes, and here we are. It shouldn't be an inconvenience. Oh, and yet it is when I get up, and it's her green eyes that I see.

The fairgrounds buzz with colorful lights, the distant echoes of laughter, and the scent of cotton candy and popcorn wafting through the air.

“Don’t! It was my fault; are you okay?” This is not how the first conversation was supposed to happen. Her friends were supposed to introduce me to her, skipping the awkwardness. Her friends were here with me. Her friends… are nowhere to be found now.

And she's standing there, with her perfectly fitting jeans, her matching Converse with mine that made me think maybe I took the right choice, and her flannel shirt. Under the moonlight, her arm tattoo looks so good; it's intimidating, and I have to physically force myself to get my eyes on her eyes before I look creepy.

She scratches the back of her head, a few strands of red hair falling on her face; she seems worried because I’m not talking. “…yES, yes, I’m sorry… I was kind of looking for my friends, I guess?” She smiles; I melt. But she still looks confused.

“You guess?”

“Well, I don’t know if I can call them friends; it's my first time meeting them. I’m new to town.” That excuse is getting old.

“How rude; would you like to stay with me? I’m also looking for my friends.” Shit, shit, shit.

“Did they also leave you behind?” She chuckles and fidgets with her fingers, like she’s nervous, but I know her; I know she’s not extroverted; she’s the anxious one of her group.

“Actually…” she bites her lip “…I wasn’t supposed to be here; I changed my mind at the last minute.” I know.

“So your friend-“

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“What?”

“Okay, this is dumb, but my friends are always telling me to invite girls I find cute for drinks. Probably makes much more sense when we’re at the club. It’s just that I never do. But now you’re here, and we’re having an actual conversation, and I think you’re really cute, and-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, you can buy me a drink. I mean, maybe not a drink, but I’ll let you buy me a cotton candy if you want to, and we could share?”

“That would be great.”

New plan: don’t act stupid.

We walk in silence towards the one person selling cotton candy there, is an awkward silence, and I found myself getting lost in my thoughts even when she asks which color I want; everything happens so fast, I don't even notice she's been talking to me.

“So if you’re new here, who were you hanging out with?”

“Oh, I don’t think you would know them.” Liar, you’re gonna get a bellyache.

“Try me; I’ve been living here my whole life, and it’s a small town.”

Her soft-looking lips wrapped around a piece of blue cotton candy (her choice), and the sugar melted. Change the subject maybe?

“What was your name again? I feel like before I go on telling you the names of my friends, I should at least know who am I talking to.” Okay, it didn’t have to sound like that; fuck, I’m an idiot. She lifted two hands in the air and chuckled; I was getting used to that sound and the butterflies it made me feel.

“Okay, okay… fair, I’m Ellie.” It sounded so different when she said it; I have heard Dina say it, Jesse say it; I tried pronouncing it out loud the first time I ever heard it on the street when I saw her the first time, arguing with an old man about getting a new PlayStation. Shit, am I sounding insane in my own head?

She didn’t add anything more, but her eyes scanned me, my face, my lips; she was expecting me to reciprocate, and I did; my name came out in a higher pitch than

expected, but she smiled; her freckles forming new constellations when her cheeks lifted after her lips turned up. Corny. Stop looking.

“That’s a pretty name.”

Is that what I think it is? Behind the tree? Is it Jesse?

“You wanna go there?”

I blinked, once, twice; the tree was beside… the house of horror? No, thanks.

“Sorry, what?”

“The house of horror; I’ve been there plenty of times; every year is the same. But it's good! Come on; I can show you. I need to keep you around after we finish the cotton candy anyway.”

I nodded. What? No, this is not part of the plan; don’t act stupid is the plan; you’re definitely acting stupid if you’re getting scared.

The world stopped moving the moment her hand brushed mine; she gave me an insecure puppy look; she was asking for permission to take my hand, and my stupid brainless self made the right choice.

I saw our fingers interlock, saw her grin turn into a big smile, saw the pink take over her flushed cheeks, and saw her rare burst of confidence weaken when she scratched her neck with her other hand.

“I’ve never been in a house of horror.” Now her face illuminated even more, as if I just didn’t say that I might probably pass out in front of her the second we put a foot in that thing; she looked excited; now it felt like she was showing a way to wonderland, something new, something she’s been trying to get people to see in the past.

“Really? That’s great; you’re gonna get sooo scared.” Maybe saying it out loud like that made her realize how it sounded, or maybe it was the look on my face, because the next thing I know, she’s squishing my hand and giving me an apologetic look.

“We can do something else if you want to.”

“No! No, I wanted this, right? And it’s better to go with someone experienced than on my own, right?”

“Right… don’t worry; you’ll be safe with me.”

In no time, we were in the line, and even if I loved the silence the night and the stars gave us, eventually, the cotton candy ended, and now there was no reason not to be talking; she was even looking nervously all around. We were not moving, and yet her hand was still placed in mine; we looked like teenagers on their first date. Was this a date? No, no way. Running into someone and sharing candy and going into a house of horror was not a date, was it?

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You got lost in your head.”

“Oh sorry, it happens all the time. I was…”

“Don’t worry; I get it. But we’re kinda holding the line, so, after you?”

“What? No way; you’re going first.”

I laughed; the mood was light again; I wondered why things were so easy around her. Maybe I should throw my stupid plan away and just let it be.

“Okay, I thought you were braver than that.” She mocked, and I gasped; oh no, she can’t do that.

“You can’t trick me into walking to my possible death like that; nu-uh, I’m smart.”

And with that, she went first; after paying our tickets, of course. I tried to pay mine at least, but she refused.

The fairgrounds now gave way to a sinister facade—the house of horror. It loomed before us, a foreboding structure with cracked and weathered walls, adorned with eerie paintings of grotesque creatures. A dimly lit entrance beckoned visitors, shrouded in a chilling atmosphere, enhanced by the faint sound of eerie music and distant screams.

The house of horror was post-apocalyptic themed; there were zombies all over the place, and after the first scream from another person walking ahead of us, I was already clamped onto her arm like my life depended on it. She was having the time of her life.

“It hasn’t even started yet.”

“Shut up.”

The house of horror ended up being less scary than expected and more fun; first, we saw a person running scared from someone who was trying to eat her. By the second time, I got scared; I noticed it was showing the stages of infection, and now the actor had some kind of fungus growing on their face, making him blind. Ellie laughed at this like it was hilarious how the poor thing couldn’t see (even if we could see the two holes for the eyes, it was fun to pretend we couldn’t). The third and fourth ones made me scream in not such a pretty way because now I could even see a person behind all that fungus-like figure. Ellie held me by my waist one of those times, and even when we got out, she didn’t let go.

Walking outside the back doors of the house, she slid a strand of hair behind my ear and tried to take my face away from my hands. I wasn’t that scared; maybe I liked this little game where she pretended to laugh at me, but in reality, was checking if I was okay, and I acted like I was scared when in reality, I liked her attention and small touches. It felt like going out with a best friend, except that I didn’t want her as a friend.

“You’re a wimp,” she said, her eyes shining under the moonlight as a crooked smile lifted her apple cheeks, and a blush made her freckles stand out brighter than the stars in the sky; I was falling.

“Yeah, maybe, but you have been taking care of me, so you kinda want to kiss me.”

With the plan tossed out to the trashcan a long time ago, what did I have to lose? Maybe the cotton candy we had made the wrong effect on me.

“Yeah.”

Her voice, so low and raspy, got my legs trembling and my cheeks getting red; she tightened her grip on my waist as if she knew I was gonna fall if she didn’t and brushed her fingers on my chin.

Fuck. Is like she read all of those stories about my perfect idea of a romance.

Then her lips brushed mine, and I knew that I couldn’t just keep waiting, so I pressed my lips on hers, starting an ungodly slow and awkward

kiss. My heart got out of my chest and crawled to her shirt pocket to stay there as long as she wanted; I wasn’t falling anymore; she got me, just like that. Just when I thought we were playing a game where I was the mastermind, she proved me to be just a pawn.

“Ellie?” The kiss ended, and the glimpse of an embarrassed Ellie in front of me made my whole week better. Just until I heard my name in the same questioning tone said by the same person. Seems like our friends had found us.

“Man, I knew you said you liked her when I showed you her Instagram, but didn’t think it would make you change your mind and come to the town fair…”

Oh?

Oh.

OH.

[astrxlfinale]

I'm gonna select the big 'ole flashy 30, and say... whatever is boiling the most intensely in your veins in terms of salt, Jace, please share it with me— I mean, /cough, share with the class. (As a fellow salt truck, I know there's always specific things, so I want you to have the ability to.)

Sae you know full well what's about to swing in here.

That said! I'd be delighted too honestly, so LET'S-

To take a fine moment for the topic on this number. In my eyes, the idea of Character respect is becoming an avidly dying practice. At least, when it comes to the motivated study of truly making that shot to learn about them in the larger stream.

The biggest means I see this appear as is the 'Cookie Cutter.' Drawing attention to this angle right here is what truly just boils the inside of my head, since in truth, it's related to some topics alluded to in the other ask. I believe that the order is going into reverse. Where the perceived mirrors are the envisioned character instead of vice versa. It's not an active study as to how this character works, rather, exactly what does this character 'fulfill' on a checklist quota to please them.

Taking from the easiest example here, let's take a look at Kafka and how it's easily taken, perceive her as 'Dommy Mommy' then virtually just leaving her to rust in said mold. It's played as a joke or 'power play' as some buzzwords do it, people will get uptight if said joke was called shitty, and here you go with the metaphorical merry-go-round on the matter.

It doesn't even stop at jokes, anyone experienced in the fandom atmosphere likely came across the lorded image, what the fun and games, personal add ins, just about a myriad things had molded about the character. How it's often, very rarely discussed about how the story expanded on the character themselves. Whether it's through the external media, the content of the narrative itself, and other examples that can be taken with genuine grain. This being from people who like to note themselves as fans of a franchise.

Then again, it doesn't even have to be that. Say there was a certain scene that just gets them literally or spiritually drooling. A scene of xyz character seemingly going unhinged, how a few 'appealing' views suddenly shoot them off to the stratosphere. There's a lot of ways where the cookie cutter can just make the easy mark. And y'know? Fair, if you're just at your angle or hole and not lording it as the gospel? More power to you! It's the people who always crave some brand of conflict and/or validation for this metaphorical ball.

I feel like the best example of what got egregiously popular is how xyz character enjoys one thing/food and suddenly it's their whole personality. The simplicity that I normally enjoy for content does the biggest disservice here. It's that jarring sense that like two people are looking at an outfit, and one is seeing armor and another a suit.

While the story quality itself is always up for question, I do like to say there's an active effort for writers to make a nebulous character, similar to someone just living in the current day, just with their unique structure and circumstances, history, life. It's just a damn shame to me how this is hardly valued when in truth, learning all of these about a long time or new series favorite of a person is fun as fuck. Mirrors in terms of concepts such as character trait can be really useful to learn. It's never that sort of thing that should be taken as the truth.

@araneitela

[midnightkens]

TW: Domestic violence

Ken brings Patrick to the bar. It goes about as well as he expects.

--

Ken jiggles his leg anxiously. He gives Patrick covert glances, trying to gauge his mood. His partner drums his fingers on the steering wheel. Though his face remains neutral, irritation spills from every cell in his body. Ken wracks his brain. He can't think of anything he may have done wrong - he'd been a bit late getting home, but it's not his fault he got stuck behind an accident. The pizza had even still been warm! Not that deep.

The apartment's clean. His nails are polish-free. He hasn't even picked his lips in weeks.

"I can't believe you're dragging me to this," Patrick mutters. Ken rolls his eyes. There it is. "Don't roll your eyes at me. A karaoke bar? Seriously? Are we 21 or 36?"

"Gloria and Ryan invited me," Ken reminds him. "It's fun. Lighten up a little, will ya? You don't even have to sing."

"You're not gonna sing, either. And no margaritas. Tequila makes you chatty, and I don't feel like listening to it."

Ken's shoulders slump. He fiddles with a loose thread on his shirt. "I thought you liked listening to me sing."

"When it's just us, yeah." Patrick parks and fixes him with a small grin. "It's more special that way."

Ken keeps his eyes locked on the dashboard. The constant emotional whiplash is exhausting. Why can't Patrick be this sweet to him all the time? How is it possible for one person to make him feel like he's the only one who matters in one breath and say the vilest things the next? He unbuckles his seatbelt and quickly yanks down his jacket sleeve. Can't have any bruises showing, right? "Let's just go."

Patrick interlocks their fingers. His grip is tight. You're mine. He misses the days when his partner's grip meant love, security, safety. When's the last time he felt safe with Patrick? Ken's stomach churns in discomfort when he realizes he doesn't have an answer.

The bar is already bustling, and Ken grins in delight when he spots Barbie and their friends. His heart flutters when Colt notices him and grins, waving him over.

"Come on." Ken drags Patrick over to the bar, shoulders already starting to relax. Everything is so much easier around them. He feels free in a way he so rarely does with Pat.

"Hey!" Barbie envelopes him in a hug, and Ken squeezes her back. She pulls away, and Ken doesn't miss the way her eyes scan his body, looking for new bruises. "How are yo - "

"He's fine." Patrick interjects. Barbie's grin falters, and Ken huffs.

"Good thing I was asking Ken and not you, isn't it?" Barbie pulls Ken closer to their friends, but Pat is never too far behind. When he gets to Colt, all the worry ebbs away.

Colt is different. He's free with his affection, and it never comes with strings attached. He laughs at Ken's jokes, listens to everything he says, never tells him where he can go, how to dress, when he can and can't go out.

His hand always lingers on the small of Ken's back. He shoots him flirty glances when he thinks Ken isn't looking. He's always eager to be closer, to drink in his presence.

He makes Ken feel alive, and Ken is hopelessly in love with him.

They're toeing a dangerous line. Ken's trapped in a relationship. One wrong move could mean danger. It's why, instead of going in for a hug, Ken holds out his hand. He's not a fan of the 'bro' handshake, but anything more than that, and Patrick will get weird. Colt tilts his head in confusion. It's then that he notices Patrick. They haven't met yet, but Ken's told enough horror stories.

Colt has a way of getting him to open up. He's privy to secrets that have been buried deep, locked inside a vault that's inaccessible to even Barbie. Ken looks at him and sees the rage, horror, and sadness flicker through his eyes in quick succession before he dons a neutral expression. He presses his lips into a thin line, the only indication of his anger.

Ken glares. Stop it. He greets Jody and Dan, and it occurs to him that, even two years into their relationship, Ken doesn't know any of Patrick's friends. Huh. Then he gestures to Patrick. He begrudgingly stalks forward, sizing Colt up. Colt's twice his size. Patrick would be a fool to try anything with him.

"Pat, this is Colt, Dan, and Jody." He points to each one with a grin, and they each offer a tiny wave. Colt even forces himself to smile.

"Hi." Pat waves back, and Ken's relieved to see his partner's lips quirked upward. Maybe tonight won't be so bad. "Ken's told me a lot about you."

Jody smirks and takes a sip of her drink. "All good things, I hope."

"Nah. I told him to watch out for you specifically," Ken deadpans. "He knows you're trouble."

Ken goes to the bar and orders two drinks: a gin and tonic for himself, and a Manhattan for Patrick. He closes his eyes and prays to any deity he can think of that Patrick will be on his best behavior. Whiskey makes him mean, but if Ken doesn't bring it, he'll get meaner.

He can never win.

"Here ya go, Pat." Ken hands him his drink with a grin, and Patrick clinks their glasses together. "Okay?"

Patrick hums noncommittally, gaze focused somewhere behind him. Ken turns and grimaces. Patrick's eyes are deadlocked on Colt. Colt doesn't back down. He raises his beer bottle in greeting, trying to be on his best behavior.

The night goes almost without mishap. Ken's four gin and tonics in, and he's managed not to get weird around Colt so far. They've steered clear of each other.

Until now.

He and Patrick sit across from him. Colt's eyes are bright and glassy, an easygoing grin on his face. God, Ken loves him.

"Why haven't you gone up there yet, Ken?" Colt asks. He gestures to the karaoke machine with his beer bottle, cringing at the man butchering Bye Bye Bye. "You're better than this guy. C'mon. We wanna - "

"He's fine," Patrick interjects coldly. He's on his third Manhattan, reservations going out the window. "He doesn't want to."

"Huh." Colt raises an eyebrow and leans back in his seat, crossing his arms. His muscles bulge even through his Miami Vice Stunt Team jacket. Ken looks anywhere but at his arms. "You know what's weird? I don't think your name is Ken. I wasn't talking to you."

"And I don't really care. Ken is fine. Give it a rest." Patrick grits his teeth, and his hands clench around the glass. Ken swallows nervously.

"You could let him talk for himself. Ken's got functioning vocal cords. I've never seen him so quiet."

Ken shoots Colt an apologetic look. Colt meets his eye and subtly shakes his head. Ken should interject, tell Colt to stop, ask Pat if they can just leave and forget about this. But every time he opens his mouth, he chokes on the words.

Patrick laughs. It's a hollow, bitter sound, one that sends shivers down Ken's spine. He knows that laugh. Fuck. "Never seen him so quiet, huh? So he actually talks to you. I'm lucky if I can get five words out of him."

Because you tell me to shut up. You don't care about anything I have to say. You fucking smacked me in the mouth. But Ken doesn't say any of that. He absentmindedly raises his hand to scratch an itch on his face. He doesn't even notice his jacket sleeve riding up.

Colt suddenly leans forward and unceremoniously grabs Ken's wrist. Ken flinches, but Colt doesn't notice. "What the fu - "

"What the hell is that?" Ken's stomach drops. Colt's voice is a mere horrified, broken whisper. Ken doesn't have to look down to know what he's looking at. He peeks at Colt through his eyelashes. He can feel the rage simmering off the other man.

Ken yanks his hand away and shoves his sleeve, hiding the purple fingerprint bruises once more. "Don't worry about it. It was an accident."

Colt huffs. "What kind of accident - "

Patrick carefully places his glass on the table. He has an easygoing grin on his face, but Ken knows better. Underneath the surface simmers a white-hot rage. "He's a klutz. I always tell him to be more careful, but." Patrick shrugs. "He's hardheaded. He doesn't listen."

Colt's eyes flit between him and Patrick. Ken averts his gaze. Patrick drains the rest of his drink and looks at the time. "We should go. I have a shoot in the AM, and I can't miss it."

Ken wants to stay. He wants to sing a little, have a few more drinks, maybe spend the night with Barbie. But Patrick squeezes his shoulder a little too tightly when he passes to pay their tab.

Colt waits until he's out of earshot. He leans over and whispers, "Did he do that to you? Are you gonna be okay going home with him?"

"I'll be fine." Ken's a pro at avoiding questions by now. Being subtle and vague keeps him safe, but he trusts Colt. "I can handle him. It's not that bad."

"But he shouldn't be - " Colt clears his throat and leans back. There's a dangerous glint in his eye that Ken has never seen before. "You're coming next weekend, right?"

"Definitely." It's nothing huge, just a bonfire at the beach. Exactly Ken's vibe. He waves goodbye, scowling a bit when Patrick turns him away from the table. He says his goodbyes, and as soon as he and Patrick are in the car, Patrick explodes.

"You really just sat there and let him talk to me like that? You had to be a fucking idiot and show him the bruise. You did it on purpose!"

"I didn't - "

"And you talk in front of him, huh? You jabber his damn ears off? You're fucking him, aren't you."

God, I wish. "I'm not." Ken scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring out the window. "I've never cheated on you, Pat. I don't know what your damn problem is."

"I don't want you talking to him anymore. I don't fucking like him." Patrick smacks his chin, and Ken flinches. "Listen to me! I don't trust him."

I don't like him. I don't trust him. You're fucking him, I know it. It's the same song and dance every time Ken dares to make a male friend. Patrick drones on, but Ken tunes him out. Nothing he says matters, anyway.

His phone vibrates, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling. It's Colt. Everything ok????

Barbie and the others check on him constantly. This shouldn't be different, but it is. He's tried to squash the feelings with absolutely zero success. It's more than anything he's ever felt for Patrick. so far so good. i'll text when i'm home

Colt 'likes' the message, and Ken pockets his phone. He rests his head on the window and shuts his eyes. Patrick rants from the driver's seat.

I need to get the fuck out of here.

But how?

If Ken knew the answer, he would've already been gone.

[ox1-lovesick]

you're now the ceo of the biggest label in kpop. you're going to debut a new group soon, and need to pick your members fast. put your mutuals in a group together and give them positions and roles :p there are no limits to your creativity, let's create the leaders of kpop!

THIS ONE WAS SO FUN i was gonna make a group name fandom name and everything but no one else did that 💀 let's get it

♡ @yv17 : sub vocalist, lead dancer

nora just gives dancer? i know you said you're more of a vocal but i just know you've got a natural talent for dancing??? probably one of those unintentionally funny members like sunghoon, they're just saying what comes to mind and everyone's laughing 💀 "nora being unintentionally funny for 20 minutes" things y'know

♡ @hoonfever : main rapper, lead dancer

i just know mei is good at rapping i feel it in my liver. you may not know it yet mei but i can smell it 🤕 also a really good dancer??? very powerful yet smooth dancing like you just can't take your eyes off her??? "mei outdancing your faves for 15 minutes straight"

♡ @lov3niki : main dancer

this is given tbh, kim's been dancing since she was 5??? and not those zumba classes that are taught by the middle aged aunties who work minimum wage with 5 kids like actually dancing??? i can't even imagine the skill. god tier stage presence every moment can be turned into an edit,, she always looks good no matter what she's doing, fans are obsessed

♡ @haknom : lead dancer, vocalist

i just know kayla can dance don't even try 😭 definitely a smooth kind of dancer like karina or soobin. moves so clean but is also very versatile and can do sharp choreography with ease??? doesn't get very many vocal moments but WHEN SHE DOES 🧎‍♀️🧎🧎‍♀️🧎🧎‍♀️🧎 I'm floored

♡ @tzyuki : leader, main vocalist

appointing ej as leader because i think she's the most sane of all my mutuals 💀 an eunbi type of idol and leader, complete goofball but she can be scarily strict if need be. i also just know ej's good at singing??? has a really unique voice and tone that you can recognise from light years away you always know it's her singing even if you don't stan

♡ @blurredplatform : leader, dancer

also being one of my only sane moots i think lirin would make a really good leader, definitely less authoritative than ej but she knows how to bring out the best in all the members and encourage them when need be (a soobin type of leader) <3 definitely knows everyone inside and out, probably better than they know themselves

♡ @soov : vocalist

rei is just lost. she just never knows what's going on. always in her own world, the others can be talking about comeback promotions and she wasn't even aware a comeback was in place. it's kind of sad but it's also really funny 💀 ironically funny but never funny when she tries 💀 her jokes just tend to fly over everyone's head 😭 although she's a bit clueless she's a very talented vocalist, i see rei with a very soothing voice who does well with adlibs and backing vocals 😋

♡ @hyeki : main dancer, lead rapper

the keeho of the group. alayna's humour is for the elite only 😭 everyone's either scratching their heads or embarrassed whenever she opens her mouth 💀 definitely a shuhua kind of idol, enjoys messing with the fans and occasionally fights with them purely for amusement 😭 i do think alayna is a really good dancer though, good at popping and locking as well as great fluidity 🫶

♡ @astrozuya : lead vocalist, all rounder

i pondered for years trying to give luka a position i just think he could do anything and everything??? although i do think vocals are his strong point and he would mainly get vocal lines in songs. very friendly 😋 has an endless collection of darlings like yeonjun 😭 he's just so easygoing you get along with him immediately. major seungmin or soobin vibes

♡ @deeznutsriki : lead vocalist, sub rapper

sree my favourite shahrukh fangirl 😋🫶 i see sree as a really good vocalist, very good at vibratos and runs although she could probably have any position ? another very comforting idol who gives encouraging words and always wishes fans for their religious holidays, exams seasons and such 😋🫶 literal sweetheart must be protected and everyone loves her

♡ @i6wonsz : rapper

ELFIE MY BAE HRU elfie is a rapper and i will not hear anything else. a versatile rapper too like aisha, eu, yeonjun or hongjoong. her raps always go viral and are edit audios for months on end 😭 could definitely be a singer too i see elfie as an idol who adapts easily and learns quickly even if she hasn't been trained in said area. probably the one filling in for other members if they can't perform and such

♡ @gfksn : sub vocalist

MARI 🧌 VOCALS ARE HEAVEN ON EARTH has such a sweet voice like daniel or hanni, it's smooth and relaxing you could fall asleep listening to her sing. probably gets lines in the bridge or a build up, definitely the bass of all backing vocals and adlibs her voice is so easy to layer on and makes everything sound 100193830x better

[doc-hudson]

'An old friend' she says...

It's funny in a dark way: Seamus had been genuinely worried about the whole thing ("I ain’t bein’ dramatic. She’s gonna try an’ kill me") and yet here Majke was, saying they're old friends and showing no signs of animosity whatsoever.

The thought of it makes Paul's smile become a little fonder, a little easier.

He shouldn't be smiling while the other was complaining about not receiving a previous heads-up about the whole Collective Dream thing, he knows, but it can't be helped.

"I got lucky. A friend o' mine -you might have seen 'im 'round before, his name's Waldo 'n he reeks o' alcohol but he's a nice guy, I promise- told me all 'bout the Swynlake shenanigans relatively early on"

Still, it had been almost...what, two years? before he'd actually had one the dreams he'd been looking forward to instead of those little strange incidents like the time Seamus had been turned into a duck, or that one time with the clay-like things during Halloween.

'those dreams pull out traits about us that we deny, too.'

"I guess, but there's also many ways the dream version isn't quite us, I reckon"

Dream Paul had been just a mostly normal dude, some guy that just so happened to be a Greek God's son instead of a grumpy old man that had ruined his own life and taken the wrong choices time and time again, that refused to get close to others in fear of hurting them, that-

'maybe you're a softie on the inside and just need a little more affirmation.'

-that was tremendously easy to read, it seemed.

"Well, I guess it wasn't meant to be" he shrugs "I don't see the appeal of that whole Regency Era thing, so I guess it was for the better. But 'm glad to hear that you had a relatively happy marriage durin' that one"

It had been a convenience thing, Seamus had said, but Paul can't help the dull little ache that forms somewhere in his chest when he thinks of it, when Majke's expression softens as she recalls 'living her best life' alongside that friend of theirs, when he thinks that chances were that Seamus had enjoyed it, too, that this two people kind of made a good couple, at least in theory and-

But he tries not to get too caught up in those thoughts, knowing he might reveal too much and make things unnecessarily difficult for everyone.

"'m Magick-adjacent, myself. Gifted"

Not too Magick to be actively discriminated against, not not-Magick enough to be a Mundus.

"Light magic sounds mighty interestin', though. Lock-picking can only get you so far, but light 's a whole other league, way more versatile me thinks " he jokes.

'So, now that you've had one, are you looking forward to others? Or are you... not a fan?'

"I dunno, I might need to have another couple o' 'em before I can tell if I like 'em; But I guess the good thing 'bout it all 's that now I kind of know what to expect and can be ready for future ones"

As ready as one can be, at least.

"What 'bout you? Are you lookin' forward to the next one or would you rather just have a normal night's sleep even if that means you won't have a pretty unconventiona-yet-good excuse to meet new people?"

@majkemaniiia

The Unfortunate Experience of Being Known || Doc & Magica

[kalims]

Hii,can i request streamer!childe,xiao,kaeya x online friend reader? (Separate) Like sometimes reader joins them stream and LITERALLY everyone can tell that he's inlove with reader,their fans literally think they look so cute together.

I can already imagine their fans making ship edits of them💀

affettuoso.

fluff, pining, pre-established relationships, modern au, swearing on my writing.

yes of course. you didn't specify so I'll go with a gender neutral reader.

✦ tartaglia.

he uses so many names that it's gonna confuse his new viewers. 😭 ajax? childe? tartaglia? harbinger?? which one is it really? 🤨

his streams are the most chaotic shit you're gonna see, there's like references for everything while there's a love-hate relationship between him and his chat. he's insulting them one second and kindly asking them something 😇😇

his siblings are always barging in his room uninvited while he's live, unintentionally or intentionally 🙆‍♀️ its either tonia telling him that the food is ready, anthon just straight up there to troll him or teucer getting excited about something.

chat laughs at him when this happens.

speaking of people barging in, you so happen to ba a hot topic.

not in the previous way but rather sometimes randomly making donations and saying the most weirdest shit or a fucking lethal weapon 😭😭

"lol no wonder ur freinds have a gc without you"

his face looks so offended "WHAT??"

and it's so funny because he literally lights up so quickly. making a half hearted angry face at the 'you have been killed' text across his screen because he got distracted by your donation playing through

and proceeding to look joyful rather than upset even though you're technically making fun of him. with love ofc ♡

chat goes brrrrr

but in another way. you usually join him when he's playing a game on stream, for example. minecraft.

he tries to put his bed next to you only to spawn into a random area after you destroyed it moments prior to his unfortunate death of drowning. 😍😍 he's whining and gaping at his screen but there's a happy little grin on his face.

he's super competitive so good luck with that, do not stand near lava <33 or else he will push you OR your dog. (most likely the former since he loves dog and claimed yours as his and your child.)

childe + you = lots of screaming.

lots of screaming = more chaos.

but if it's like shooter games you bet he's gonna try to up you.

...or claim that he's gonna protect you.

once again. goodluck.

ah, someone get this man away from tiktok. so far his fans have done a good job at gatekeeping the app away from him because his stans in tiktok are WILDDD and he's gonna be so annoying when he finds out.

but alas, they couldn't hide it any longer 😭😭 someone sent him a link of him in an edit where the perspective zooms on him in a slowed clip immediately smilling after you jokingly told him you'd marry him. (that's kinda too descriptive, we don't talk about that.)

HE JUST USES THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE A MENACE AND MAKE FUN OF THE EDITS 😭😭 not in a rude way but like. "oh wow, didn't know we were so popular 🤭😏"

despite all the chaos the way he displays such raw, binding emotions got the chat tearing up because why can't someone look at them like that

✦ xiao.

I don't even know how to start.

he's kinda mean and finds it weird how his chat calls it hot 😰

at first his chat and followers started filling up when he decides to play with a cam because zamn 🥴 who wouldn't wanna look at that fine piece of meat.

he's usually so quiet that chat ultimately all decide that his social circle is an inside joke and makes fun of his non-existent freinds, which of course is without any ill intent.

so like who the fuck is (username) and why did xiao react like THAT?? he literally freezes and stares at the screen like a fucking cat when the notification of a subscriber appeared?? detective chat go weeeeeww.

his fan base is either the best or the worst, best because some are really fun to hang with and worse because he also has 9 year olds who threaten other people for his ✨love✨.

for an odd reason, he's playing a horror game in roblox. only having loaded in before the system notification PUBLICLY exposes his FREIND. (username) joining the game 😭😭

it's a private server so only his and his 12 freinds are allowed to access it. mainly for collaboration but chat apparently missed ONE person to investigate.

damn not even roblox likes him

xiao: 👁👄👁 knowing full well that he exposed your roblox account and that people are gonna start freinding you.

you don't seen to bothered and the stream carries on to you apologizing profusely before chaos ascends when he shyly asks if you wanted to join him.

chat... is... typing...

some people are just spamming crying emoji's and telling him that they're proud of him finally being social while in another part is yelling "roblox date" with too much heart emoji's.

he does the game so seriously that it looks kinda boring... but he's so fun to slander soooo.

he goes first for you so just thank all the gods out there that he isn't a pussy because you sure are.🥲 (unless...)

he unintentionally rudely remarks that it's a bunch of pixels and it's not real so chat just starts to full up with angry and shocked emotes. xiao's fans??? no no UR fans. they could literally be called (name) defenders.

none but a few fangirls who can't take a joke are on his side. ☺☺

you still dont seem bothered, only saying that he still hasn't changed which makes his chat go like: 🤨 SO THEY DO KNOW EACH OTHER LONGER.

hhhhhhhh

so basically he seems a little more open and expressive around you which is more than enough for his chat so they worship the ground you walk on. 🙉🙊

also, in a way where you could join him on a game. he'd probably give you really rare equipment claiming that he no longer had a need for it 💀💀 NO SHUT UP RANDOM PERSON DONT TELL THAT ITS LITERALLY LEGENDARY.

no.

he absolutely refuses to go on tiktok because the edits of him are.. weird to look at because?? ITS LITERALLY HIM.

you gotta send him the edit YOURSELF or he's not gonna touch anything that has a black screen or picture of himself as a thumbnail because he knows damn well those are edits.

if you send it to him on stream...

he literally turns off his cam AGRESSIVELY while glaring at everything with an embarassed face.

✦ kaeya alberich.

fanservice...?

43% of his streams include shitting on his adopted brother which his fans severely enjoy because the amount of tea he's spilling is astronomical.

"hah, don't even mention his coat. who even wears that thing 29 degrees outside?" to which he's actually right because how does that man put up with the fucking coat everyday. does it even get washed?? -> he has a video about that actually.

diluc doesn't even care at this rate and just ignores him. 🏌‍♂️

ANYWAYS

his stans are a perfect mix of horny and flirty, in a way. they're like his personality.

'cover them up slut' is also an inside joke but he was just staring at the camera suggestively when it was first said.

let's say genshin also somehow exists in this universe.

and let's say you played it before him and posted a highlight in your story mentioning your lack of date for the second time in lantern rite.

GIRL HES LITERALLY SPEEDRUNNING THROUGH THE GAME TO BE YOUR DATE

yeah im serious about that, someone asked why he started a genshin stream and was rushing through the game to make it before the event drops. he simply answered:

"oh. my sweetheart needs a date and I happened to be available, I can't let them spend a special day alone. can't I?"

what

lowkey tho, the genshin players in his chat just had a cold slap on the face that they were still single because that's literally so fucking romantic. even if he's aware of it or not. AND LIKE?? ME WHEN???

timeskipping after he's reached adventure rank 16 he immediately asks you to join him since he oh so desperately needs help.

in all honesty he didn't really hit off with the game, preferring to do chill streams rather than gaming ones but he does make enough time for it to please his viewers as well as you.

..anyways.

once made you sit down somewhere before his characfer disappeared off to somewhere, only to return a few moments later and sitting down next to yours just right when fireworks start to explore the sky.

... the moment of solitude is ruined when he starts spouting lines in the chat box. /hj

did I mention he flirts with the people he joins for co-op.

oh boy

the edits of him. are really good... like.... really good.

but when someone in chat pastes a link he always checks, got rickrolled like 3 times in a row and still does it.

suprise suprise, he gets to see an edit of him looking like a lovesick fool when you say something that seems to have made his heart skip a beat.

BUT HES SO SMOOTH

so no one outwit him yet.

"lisa was right, this must be the sensation of a shocking love.."

...he was prolly in a drama club..

yeah bye

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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Dating Mark would include:

Requested by anon: your nct dating ____ series is sooo good omg it’s so witty and creative but also so funny and cute, definitely a breath of fresh air on here. will you consider making a mark and/or haechan version?

A/N: I deadass feel like I could write about Mark all day

Series Masterlist

Crushing stages:

You two are friends that joke around a lot

But he feels very comfortable with you. Maybe even too comfortable

He’s not afraid to sit real close or tell you his secrets,,, he’s just sooooo friendly with everyone that you second guess everything

But Mark is sooooo oblivious that you have feelings for him

Shares to one of the boys that he has feelings for you and they’re just like “Poor Y/N has been waiting for you for so long bro.” And Mark’s like ???? WHAT ??? SINCE WHEN???

Dating:

Becomes extremely fascinated with you any time he learns a new fact about you

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT! WHY DIDN’T I KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT!???

Very impressed with your synchronization

you guys will always text each other at the same time

or say the same shit and he's like "I wish I had one original thought in my body.”

Will cling onto your inside jokes for the rest of his life

(If you have siblings) I feel like Mark would become friends with them as well,,,

Even texting them about things that don’t involve you he just genuinely likes them LMAO

He snuggles into your neck when you gotta get up in the morning. Whines against it and says “don’t wake up yet.”

His nicknames of choice for you:

Dude: more often than not this is his go to. He tried to quit calling you that in the beginning but it’s just so versatile. Uses it casually, when he’s excited, when he’s concentrated, etc.

Baaaaaabe: when he’s whiny and wants to get his way

My son (genderless): okay this one is so random but he mostly uses this when he’s like proud of you like “LOOK AT MAH SONNNNN!”,,, kind of a remnant of when you were just friends (equivalent to “THATS MY BABYYY” but Mark Lee version)

Loves sitting down next to you and playing the guitar so you guys can sing together

Has the best advice

When you go to your parent’s home he snaps pics of alllllll your childhood photos so he can use it as your contact photo

Will never forget to tell u how cute he thinks you are

Also a fan of a late night thought

Definitely not a quitter. Give him time to cool down and then he'll communicate with you what went wrong.

Goes into depth on how weird his dreams were

Randomly admits embarrassing stories

You didn’t even ask

Like he knows you’re gonna make fun of him for it

But lowkey that’s why he likes telling you LMAO

Shares his icecream with you

Feeds u before he feeds himself

Sends you songs he thinks you’d like and he's usually right

Has random moments when he’s extremely clingy

Texts u pics of his outfits before u guys go out together to make sure you're both coordinated in some way

Always gently holds your face when he kisses you

Super encouraging when you want to make a new change in your life

When he’s on tour or just far away he always makes sure to hit you with something cheesy before heading to bed

Pays attention to detail so he knows the little things about you

Always mentions how much he likes you for you

Comments on your insta pics like a bro

“Dude your fit goes hard”

“You’re so sickkkkk”

Is the type to say “text me when you get home” but is the one who texts you first

THIS IS SUPER CHEESY but it’s the truth: he’s your best friend and boyfriend all in one

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Do a dating Luke Hemmings would include

You got it anon!!

Dating Luke Hemmings would include:

-Late night guitar sessions where he shows you what he' s working on, leading to the most romantic moments.

-"Do you think I should stay blonde blonde? I think I look cool."

-Cooking with him and showing him how to make your favorite foods so he can surprise you with them.

-"Mum called and asked how you were doing before asking me. I think I've been replaced."

-Helping him do his makeup for music videos, tik toks, and live performances.

-Repping him all the time and wearing his merch because you're just so damn proud of him.

-Taking turns being the big spoon. He loves to be held too. Even if he is massive.

-Daily walks with Petunia around sunset and talking about each others' days.

-"Babe, we need more tequila."

-Laughing when he sings his lines out of key and over the top.

-Watching reality shows and seeing how upset he gets with the twists.

-Him taking you on long drives whenever an album is finished so you can listen to all of it while looking at beautiful scenery.

-Driving out to the middle of nowhere to stargaze and make up stories about the constellations.

-Getting to know the rest of the band and becoming friends with them and going on friend dates.

-"I'm almost done with this chorus. 10 more minutes."

-"5 more minutes."

-"It's 2am already? Oops."

-Laughing at new memes that fans have made and showing your favorites to Luke.

-"My head doesn't look like that, does it?"

-Him giving you a fashion show when he buys new suits and colors to ask your opinion.

-Hearing his high pitched laugh in person.

-"When I say thongs, I mean flip flops! I'm not being dirty!"

-Him taking you on mini vacations to get away and to show you how much he appreciates and loves you.

-Soft kisses that turn into the hottest makeout sessions ever.

-"Would be a shame if your lips touched mine. Wait. No. I messed that up! No! I want to kiss you!"

-Wonderful back massages.

-Lazy mornings with giggles, kisses, and cuddles.

-Lazy morning sex.

-"I think we need to stay in bed all day. For research reasons."

-Grocery shopping becoming more of a game and making up rules that cause other customers to give you strange looks.

-Nerf gun wars that spread across the whole house and even the other boys' houses.

-Getting cozy together in hoodies after long days.

-"I love you, Y/N. Petunia, don't lick the inside of my mouth please. I'm trying to be romantic."

-Cute nicknames like, "babe", "darlin'", "Gherkin." Don't ask.

-Talking about your feelings in the middle of the night and having that shoulder to cry on.

-Fights being resolved with sweet "I'm sorry's" and talking about ways to work on your communication.

-"Luke, we already have like 10 blankets. We don't need another one."

-Ending up with another 3 blankets because Petunia needs one for each major room.

-Him making you a Spotify playlist of songs he likes and songs that remind him of you.

-"I am a living meme aren't I? Dammit."

-Being his good luck charm during concerts and singing his heart out because he knows you're listening.

-Gushing about you in interviews and to anyone who will listen.

-NYFW! Seeing him in amazing outfits.

-"Petunia needs a song about her."

-"Ashton called Petunia fat again."

-The best inside jokes that will make him almost fall out of his chair at any mention of them.

-Surprise date nights after a show where he takes you around the city they're playing.

-A lot of dinner dates because he is a hungry guy and he likes to feed his girl.

-Forehead kisses whenever you' re feeling overwhelmed.

-Giving you his jacket if you' re cold, but hearing his teeth chatter after a few minutes.

-Dancing in the living room to no music.

-"No matter where I go, I'm always gonna want some snacks!" Whenever he's hungry.

-Enjoying every moment with him that you can before he has to leave.

-Falling in love with you so hard that he knows he can't see himself with anyone else.

(This went way longer than I expected, but I hope you enjoy it anon!!! -Kenzie xx)

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