#i know sm staff are tired

[ddodol]

this will haunt sangmin in his nightmares 💀💀💀

i honestly wish he got fired as reparations lmaoo also, the huge block of text at the last pic apparently says something like "ot7 has money too" 😭 (though the general message was really nice and encouraging because it says that we'll be fighting alongside the boys and seunghan so that's sweet <3)

[defmaybe]

Excel

aespa's Ning Yizhuo/Ningning x Male Reader

1.4k words

Prequel to [AER-698] My Boss(?) Loves My Ass So Much She Puts Her Tongue on It, Then She Fucks Me in the Ass Like I’m Her Cockslut and Make Me Cum!

A/N: Dubious consent y’all, proceed with caution. You know who’s going to be the receiving end of this. Also, this is pretty much a bfh lol. A bit rushed towards the end, sorry. Thanks for reading!!!

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“Tsk, slut.”

The words leave Yizhuo’s lips as she locks her tongue with yours. Her hands wander on your body—chest, the flat abs, waist. She’s frisky.

“Do you really think–hmph–you can just walk around for years–mmm–with that—” says Yizhuo muffled, as she grabs your firm ass, forcing some submission into you that you let out as a moan “—every single fucking day and–mmh–expect to just get away with it!”

You aren’t quite sure how it happened, really. One second, you were merely strolling in the SM building’s hallway, papers and such in your hand. And another, a tug on your collar dragged you into the files room, with the sounds of the door shutting and a lock clicking.

You can’t, you can’t just let go right now, with the storm of pleasure raging within.

“M–Miss Ning, I–I don’t think–mmmph–this is appropriate!” you grasp onto any bit of your inhibition that hasn’t been scared away by Yizhuo yet. You fail, and you fail.

Back leaning against the cold wall.

“Shut up, will ya?” Her hands tug the collar of your shirt, creasing it. “If you aren’t going to say those witty shits, then just be a good boy, and let me do whatever the fuck I want with you, alright?”

You whimper in her grip and her stern stare, trying to catch those stolen breaths at the same time. But isn’t she an impatient figure, as she seals your tired mouth with hers once again? 

Sweet.

Strawberry.

Her tongue easily defeats yours and explores your mouth. You are struggling to find your rhythm under her aggression. “You taste good, baby–mmph. Hope it’s like this for the whole package.”

“T–Thanks, Miss Ning. I–I still don’t think we should do it h–here,” you stammer.

She pulls back from the fiery kiss. “And fucking leave me to my vibrator at the dorm? No, you’re my slut today, baby,” she wags her finger.

She then continues, “You know, me and Aeri have been doing this little ranking for the male staffs at the end of every single year, in fucking Excel like those Reddit perverts do. Do you know who has been holding the number one spot for best ass, four years straight?” Ningning asks, staring into your eyes with blazing determination.

You know that it’s you—the question being asked in such a situation. But you just don’t have the heart to be a cocky cunt in front of this ethereal idol. 

“Wh–Who, who?” you stutter out, shaken. Beads of sweat trickle down your forehead.

Yizhuo gives your ass a smack, leaving you tensed under her touch. It’s quick, but it stings hard. She sneers, “Hoo? Hoo? Are you a fucking owl or something, dumbass,” as she crashes her lips back onto yours again. 

She grips onto your ass, and her grip keeps getting tighter and tighter. “Good thing they are soft to touch,” whispers Yizhuo.

She keeps squeezing your cheeks, the softness of them spilling off her fingers through your tight jeans made just to—well, without your willingness—show off your supple rear.

“I mean, there’s the factor of, mmph–”��

She keeps her wordy assertions sheathed in between the kisses. 

“–you staying here since your intern days, proximity stuff, you know? But god–”

It works—well, to be fair, you’ve never been quite a dominant person yourself.

“–too bad I forgot my strap at the dorm, or you’d be moaning like a slut right now.”

A moan leaves your lips—a loss of control.

“Take your pants off.”

You comply on a whim, nodding profusely. There’s nothing you can do to resist her burning desire right now. You slide your pants and boxers down to your ankles, and your erection springs out for her in full glory.

“Hmm, hmm, good boy~” she says with a smirk, examining your cock as she reveals the bare skin behind the black shorts as well. And upon the sight, you fall to your knees, tongue falling out of your needy mouth.

And that’s just her panties, not talking about her heavenly cunt yet, so—just her thighs.

“Me and Aeri have talked so many times on how submissive you’d be for me. Guess I was on point,” Yizhuo says, as your flesh gets closer and closer to her covered folds, before she tips your chin up.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“You can do it later, baby. I didn’t have her find the perfect position just for nothing.”

“P–Perfect position? Miss Ning?”

“Yes, baby, I guess sluts like you would love… Amazon.”

Without another word, she nudges your chin away, leaving your back against the cold hard ground, feet up in the air. Shivers rush through your lithe body. You figure that she’d reveal her pussy just for you next.

And she does.

“Like the sight, baby?” she asks, biting her finger, resting another hand on her waist, body leaning just ever so slightly.

“Yes, Miss Ning.”

Yizhuo giggles as she lowers herself onto her knees. Her hands run down the length of your legs, lighting trails of fire in its wake. It starts to be sore now—dangling your feet up like this.

“M–Miss Ning, can I–”

“No, you’re just my slut, remember?” she commands.

“Y–Yes, miss–ngh.” You’ll have to bear the pain for now.

Yizhuo peppers kisses and licks on your toned legs, sending an unbearable pleasure through you. She slowly squats down until her lips reach the back of your knees.

“Ready?” she asks.

You sheepishly nod.

Hastily, she positions herself to where your length teases her slit. It’s so close. Fuck.

And she descends.

It’s warm. That’s your first feeling upon entry. Yizhuo lets out a stuttered moan with each inch. “F–Fuck!”

The pain in your thighs is worth it. Seeing her eyes closed, mouth agape in this position.

She adjusts herself with your cock, creeping down to the hilt.

“Yes, yes, yes, fill me up like that, slut!” she shouts.

“Ngh–y–you feel so good, Yizhuo.”

She keeps her pace slow, not wanting to have her slut cum too fast to her liking. “Y–Yizhuo? Really? You think you c–can call me by–fuck it,” she sneers, smacking your ass along with the words.

“Ah! Thanks, Yizhuo,” is what you’re able to muster out.

She’s tight. Her walls welcome you with perfection—the wet sensation around your cock, the warmth, and her empyrean moans, god, her moans. She’s fucking hypnotic. Your skin clashing into each other lights up the missing spark.

The smell of your sex permeates the file room—musky, raw, arousing. It’s your body together, just the two of you. You’ll need a spray after this.

With little effort, she grabs onto your thighs for a hold to up her ante. Her luscious thighs tenses up by seconds. Her moans grow shorter. She’s going faster now, and you don’t feel that you can hold out for this tryst for much longer.

“Y–Yizhuo–”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really?”

“O–Oh, like you aren’t close, s–slut,” she bickers.

Her hold on your thighs grows tighter with the shorter moans. 

“I–I’m gonna cum, baby,” Yizhuo says. “C–Cum when I say so, alright?”

“Y–Yes, Yizhuo.”

And without another word, her cunt gushes out the torrent of her sweet juice. She pools on your crotch. Her body arches back, stretching her toned tummy into display just for you.

“Ah, fuck!”

Along with her torrent, or perhaps it’s the sight, the familiar feeling builds up inside your stomach. You need to release it.

“Y–Yizhuo, I–I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes, cum inside me, baby,” she orders.

And you break, you release spurts of essence inside her to the brim. You paint her insides white with your cum, desperately gasping for air. Your legs shake as she holds them tight.

“Fuck, yes!” Yizhuo screams. You are too busy having your eyes fluttered to say a thing.

It’s quick, as you finally come down from your high. Both of you are so desperate to catch your breaths in the afterglow. You can see Yizhuo smiling above you.

“I–I’m fucking this–” she slaps your rear once more. “–ass next time, baby.”

“Ah a���alright,” you say, as she lifts herself up from your used cock. She then recollects herself. Cum can be seen dripping down her thighs as she puts her shorts and panties back on.

“Yizhuo, you–”

“Ah, let’s leave it like this, shall we?” she playfully asks, biting her finger, before throwing your jeans back at you.

“Until next time, baby” She bids farewell, before leaving the room, leaving you behind under a lump of your discarded garments.

You sit there in silence, the smell of the debauchery still fills the room, hanging, waiting to be displaced. Your brain replays the misdeeds earlier—her domination, your submission.

And you realize,

You need her again.

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[freakassfemme]

MWAH wishing u a speedy recovery!!!!! listen u always do my requests sm justice YOU JUST GET IT, i will always crawl back into ur askbox i am patiently waiting while kicking my feet :3

original ask YOU ARE SO SWEET! I appreciate you. here u go, i have brought you a gift <3 unfortunately my only explanation to 'getting it' is that I am always having or striving to have filthy nasty lesbian and queer interactions. or I am writing or reading about it. my sole purpose on this earth is to curate queer experiences. hope that helps <3 btw I wrote this from 6 - 9 am so bare with me wc: 2.9k warnings: metaphorically consuming each other as a form of desire, yeah I know I switched present/past tense its a bad habit of mine but I *don't care* nor do I care about consistent capitalization, I'm crazy for this woman obviously, rough sex, f/f, vagina/breast anatomy, biting, overstimulation, crying, maybe I get a little too poetic about gay sex, proof read by only me one singular time and it was mainly to see if the music fit the vibe, penetration, scissoring, I love pussy, orgasm denial x1 (?), slight size kink and worship but really that's in all my fics

see how it shines [smut] ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ

playlist: it will come back / be / abstract (psychopomp)

(yeah we r bringing hozier into this </3)

eighteen fucking hours. that's how long you'd been clocked in at the medical bay for what seemed to have been maybe the third or fourth time this week, and it was only Thursday.

the truth was, medics and doctors were dropping like flies these days, going AWOL and leaving the remaining staff to work what would need twenty sets of hands with maybe seven or eight. with the seraphites becoming more aggressive everyday, the peace in the stadium and other bases for the WLF had been short-lived, and many understandably weren't holding up well to the pressure, especially with the way the cleanup crews had been hauling back nonstop truckloads of friends and loved ones, and requests to be stationed elsewhere other than the stadium and two were immediately denied at this point.

so yeah, you were pretty fucking tired. at this point in the staffing shortage, they were having to send the folks on watch on additional rounds just to bring food to medics, on duty or at home, because they were simply too exhausted to go down to dining.

no one even acknowledged you as your blood and mud-ridden boots skidded across the concrete floors, your eyes practically closed even as you walked through crowds to get back to your dorm. the soldiers, civilians and staff alike parted like water around you, making an avoidant path and trying not too hard to look at you or the posters on the wall, outright begging people to sign up for medical classes.

you kicked the food delivery box inside of your dorm as you unlocked it, hands fumbling with your forehead pressed against the cold metal. inside, you quickly stripped out of your uniform top and boots, and crashed out on the couch.

abby herself was exhausted when she trudged into your shared living space hours after you, having just come off of a 48 hour rotation. her eyes wandered over the little trail of belongings leading to you on the couch, the boots left a few steps after the other, your button up discarded over the railing and the abandoned delivery box just a few feet from the door, which she didn't notice until she nearly slipped over it, causing a loud thump that had her wincing.

her eyes flicked to you, where she could only see the back of your head, and when she decided you weren't going to stir, she let out a sigh of relief and began stripping herself of her own uniform.

on her way over to the bathroom, she stopped next to you, taking in your splayed out form. your hair was a fucking mess, and you still had drops of (hopefully) someone else's blood across your forearms, one thrown against the back of the couch and the other hanging over the side. your pants were halfway undone, like you had tried an attempt that you decided wasn't worth the energy, and you looked pale as a ghost.

as much as abby wanted to let you sleep, wanted to let you get the rest you needed, she couldn't leave you like this. it'd been at least three days since she last saw you for more than a fleeting lunch break, and she couldn't find it in her to take care of herself and not you, especially when you had been eating away at yourself providing the undying care to strangers who wouldn't want to return it even in several lifetimes.

she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before she nodded, crouching down and grunting from the soreness of her own body as she scooped you up.

when you groaned and gave a small shove back, she hushed you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"c'mon, sweet girl, it's just me. i got you."

you hadn't put up much of a fight when abby propped you up on the sink. you leaned the back of your head against the mirror as she shimmied your pants and socks off of you, stripping your shirt and undergarments next until your cold skin was left against the glass and stainless steel, and you began to shudder. abby was quick about turning up the hot water in the shower though, allowing the steam fill the room before she helped you to your feet, letting you lean against her and whisper weak protests as you climbed into the hot shower.

instantly, you relaxed against her, and she ran her fingers through your hair, fully saturating the dirty strands as you sighed, wrapping your arms around her firm waist to steady yourself.

you stayed like that for a while, pressed against your girlfriend's tone form as you slowly collected your own strength, letting her gentle hands and soft voice lull you back from your weak state until you could help her wash you both up, even if it took a bit longer than usual.

"lean your head forward f'me, angel," abby murmured, one of her large palms warming up your spine with gentle caresses as she held a half-formed braid of your hair in the other. you obeyed quietly, letting abby tie back your now managed hair into something similar to how she usually kept hers, though she left her own loose.

when she was done, abby shifted closer behind you in the bed, her arms slipping underneath your borrowed shirt to hold you against her. she buried her face into your neck, letting you curl into her until you were turned on your side and entirely wrapped in her strong arms.

her nose nudged yours, and your eyes weakly fluttered open to meet abby's soft gaze, her seafoam eyes almost hauntingly bright against the cool illumination of the moonlit windows. it spooked you a bit, in all honesty, to have her this close to you again after so many days, days where you had considered the other possibilities in which she may come back to you.

you weren't any less unnerving to her -- she could tell you hadn't been eating nearly enough since she had been gone, and in just a few short days you already looked withered enough to drop like a limp daisy. your skin was ghostly, its usual warmth dampened from a lack of sunlight.

still, she was your girl, and you were hers, even in your worn states. and god, she had missed you.

abby's pine soap filled your nose as she pressed her lips into yours, the warm skin hesitant under your cool, cracked ones, and you accepted her gratefully, even if just for a moment it was as useless as whiskey on a winter night.

but then, of course, like any decent drink, the buzz hits.

and even though your limbs are screaming against you as you do so, your fingers curl into abby's loose hair, and you turn your head just a bit more. when you kiss back, abby's shyness, her gentleness quickly melts away, replenished by a hunger matching your own as you desperately search for more of her, pulling her against you like you hoped to swallow her whole.

your teeth crashed against her soft skin, tugging at her lip and making a slot for your tongue to force its way into her mouth. instantly, she shuddered, groaning into you in a way that you could feel the vibrations in her chest. it was like an open invitation, a warm meal laid out just for you, and you accepted it greedily.

you pulled abby on top of you by her hair, whining back when she moaned against your lips again. her own hand snaked up your body, squeezing at your thighs and hips as she fell on top of you, then pushing your oversized shirt over your chest, exposing your chest and making a clear pathway for herself. still, as starving as she was, she tried to take her time with you, wrapping her fingers around your jaw to hold you in place, and only stiffening up when you parted your legs, wrapping them around her and shoving your bare cunt against her firm stomach.

"wait," she whispered against your lips, "wait f'me, baby. let me have some."

you whine and protest as abby's strong arm holds you down by your throat, her other coming down to pin your fighting, impatient wrists to your stomach.

"baby, baby please," you're crying between broken moans as her tongue runs up your neck, stopping just so you can feel her heavy breathing against the shell of your ear when she slowly begins to work her hips against yours, the fabric of her boxers smearing your arousal across her thighs.

"fuck, baby I know," she groans, and if it wasn't for the way she gritted her teeth, you'd think she was annoyed rather than desperately holding herself together.

"abby, I --"

abby's hand on your jaw slips up some so she can shove two of her fingers in your mouth, and she lets out a stupid, desperate moan when she feels you choke around them for a second. then your eyes roll back just when she looks up, checking on her little angel, and she can't help but grunt louder, slamming her hips into your core in a way that makes you keen and your back arch, your smaller fists squeezing underneath her grip.

"god, shut up," she's practically begging as her hips rut into you. "please just, fuck, be quiet for a second, shit -"

she buries her face in your neck again, trying to satiate herself and regain some of her sanity, but your legs are now locked around her, pulling her against you in a way that has her clit brushing deliciously against the seam of her boxers. her head spins every time, and she lets out broken whines as she feels herself already tipping dangerously towards that edge as your body fights to consume her.

and god, it's torture for her, but for you, you just can't get enough. your fucking beast of a girlfriend trying so futilely to hold it together from just this stupid game of dry humping, when you're so, so willing to give her so much more.

let me have you, let me have you, you're chanting in your mind, your ankles pushing at the hem of abby's boxers.

you swallow around her fingers, and that seems to do it for her, granting you some edge as her other hand releases your wrists and flies to the side to hold herself up as her back arches against you with a loud groan.

your hands rush on to her back, your nails finding purchase just below her shoulder blades and ripping down the muscle until her fingers tear from your throat to slam against the bed and she stifles a cry by biting down on the base of your neck so hard that for a moment, you're worried she might draw blood.

"fuck," you rasp out against the pressure.

abby's shaking in your arms, moaning between the prettiest sobs as she gives in. she's pliant when your hands slip down to grab at her ass, and she lifts her hips to help you slip her boxers off, kicking them behind her.

she leans back, her blonde hair dripping onto your exposed tits. the cold water makes you shudder, and you let abby shove her bare cunt between your legs and slotting one thigh over you.

your lips fall in a open-mouthed gasp and she swears as her entrance rocks against your throbbing clit, one of her hands coming down to steady your hips and the other to hold her shirt up over her stomach so she can see the way you're making a mess of her thighs.

she stays there for a minute, brutalizing your bundle of nerves for her own pleasure. your head falls against the mattress, and you let out ridiculous whines, your hands fisting and slamming against the sheets below you, even coming up to claw at her strong thighs that kept you pinned so tightly in place.

"fuck, fuck, 's too much," you're choking out, and now it's your turn for the waterworks while abby only chuckles, laughing breathlessly as she presses down harder.

"no, no baby," she coos between her own moans, running her tongue over her teeth as she shudders. She slips her hips down some until you're fully rutting against each other again, the sheer wetness making it that much more difficult for your brain to process. "'s not, sweetheart, you can take it. i know you can baby."

you shake your head, and abby rolls her eyes, quickening her pace until your cheeks rouge and your whining grows. your hips twitch beneath her, uncontrollably bucking up to kiss her pussy again and again and again despite your pleas.

"what's wrong?" she purrs, her hand coming from your hips to run itself down from your neck, to your chest, to the back of your thigh. "thought you wanted it, thought you were begging for it, baby."

you whine again, shivering under her touch as she leans down, her mouth capturing the meat of your thigh as she rocks against you. she bites harder with each push and pull, and your tired body can't take it. it's too easy to get worked up for her like this.

"abs, ohmygod, stop, 'm gonna-"

abby's all to keen, knows exactly what you're going to say before you can even finish your sentence.

"shit, fuck, no you're not," abby grunts, ripping away from you in an instant.

your arched back hits the mattress with a full on sob, and you can feel your unsatisfied arousal leaking onto the sheets, the sickness between your thighs and on your stomach, the smell of abby, abby, abbyabbyabby until you jolt back up, letting out a small cry at the sudden impact against your clit.

she does it again and again, slapping your swollen cunt until your body is on the verge of cumming just from this. you're already so pent up, so touch-starved that you'd probably cum just from her biting you again, and she knows it, knows you're both like that right now.

your arms prop you up as one of her hands holds open your parted thighs, and her lips are consuming yours again as she growls with every spasm and whine she pulls from you. she doesn't stop until she really thinks you might burst, when you're starting to lift your hips for more instead of trying to hide away.

"god, you're filthy, baby," she groans against your mouth, and you only nod dumbly, knees shaking as you try to catch your breath. she's kneeling between your legs, ready to worship her sweet slice of heaven, ready to piece you back together.

abby's hand comes down gently this time, just the tip of her middle finger tracing over the mess between your legs until she's prodding it against your entrance so delicately that your brain nearly short-circuits.

she looks back up at you, her chest heaving from some sort of late-onset restraint and with such devotion filling her dilated eyes that you almost can't move, can't breathe. her eyes rake over you, holding every detail for an extra moment to commit it to memory, and when it's clear you're too awestruck by her, too overwhelmed by the sight of her poised in reverence, she speaks for you.

"gonna let me in, pretty girl?" abby asks, the words dripping off of her tongue like a velvety chocolate. you nod stupidly, your head bobbing in a way that's a little too eager, but she doesn't say anything about it.

instead, she hums, licking her lips as she wraps a hand around your head, pulling you so that her nose bumps against yours. abby presses her lips against yours, and one of your hands shakes as it finds its way up to grasp at her bicep. she's much more gentle this time, much more cautious as the tip of her finger begins to delve inside.

you pull away from her lips with a gasp when she intrudes, turning your face to hide it in your shoulder. you can't help but squeeze around the single digit, your knees already trembling.

"uh-uh," she tsks softly, her raspy voice echoing against your ear. she kisses your temple, and her hand slides down some to turn your face back towards her.

"let me see you," she whispers, sucking in a gasp as she pushes her finger farther into you, curving her palm to fit snugly against you.

your eyes flutter up to hers, almost shyly as you feel your ears burn and your eyes threaten to water as she holds your gaze. she nods when you do, curling her finger inside of you as she praises you, the ridges of your walls clinging to her finger so tightly that she's taking small, shallow breaths now.

"that's it," she murmurs, holding your head in place so you have to look at her. "that's my girl."

you let out a small whimper, the embarrassment running straight to your core as she begins to work her finger in and out, guiding it further each time until the base of her thumb glides over your clit. when it does, she groans, and can't help but push her hand harder against you until she's practically shoving you into the mattress and you swear you can feel her in your throat.

stars flutter around the blurry edges of the halo that is her golden hair, and the tears in your eyes begin to slip again between the way she's carving a god damn signature inside of you and how she's holding you so tightly against her.

you open your mouth, trying to speak but hopelessly interrupted by a mixed sob and moan. she chuckles softly, but it's tender and sweet, and she nods, brushing her thumb over your temple.

"I know, sweetheart, I know."

[milkywaydrabbles]

28 kinktober rindou <3 <3 <3 also LOVE YOUR WRITING SM OMG

A/N: So it turns out I like Rindou a normal amount and am completely normal about him. Here's 2.2k of smut phew. I hope you enjoy this lil thing! MWUAH

Panties & Lingerie x Rindou

You never really asked for much.

Rindou noticed this early on into the relationship. 

He was so used to girls always asking for the finest clothes, jewelry, straight up money--he stopped dating for a while, tired of them simply using him for materialistic desires. Anyone he did see, was short lived, a few fucks here and there. He knew it wouldn’t last too long. His brother would pat his back, telling him to loosen up--that giving girls what they wanted wasn’t a bad thing, they’d be more loyal to him. But his way of thinking was different than the rest of Bonten. Sure, he used to just want to fuck around, kick somebody’s ass, taunt others. But as he grew older, he realized he wanted someone. A person who really wanted to be with him, and not because he had power and money. The dating scene really was exhausting.

But then he met you. 

And you smiled at him so genuinely, so shyly, so sweetly. Rindou nearly fell for you right then and there. He found himself wanting to buy you anything you asked for: except the problem was you didn’t ask for anything. Even on your first date, you were so sure in your decision to split the bill, something he thought was just you talking shit, trying to deceive him. Until you actually did split the bill with him and a smile plastered on your face. Shit. He didn’t want you paying for shit after that. Any time he took you out, the card would be in the wait staff’s hand before you even ordered, the bill never coming out to the table. You’d get so huffy, telling him to ‘stop fucking doing that’, and that you could ‘pay for stuff too, I want to Rin!’. 

He wasn’t going to let you, but it was cute attempt. 

So imagine his surprise, that after months of dating, and months of begging you just to take his fucking card, that one day you actually did take it. He blinked, surprised when you plucked the black card from his hands, looking around embarrassed. You promised him you wouldn’t go overboard, but you just had some things you wanted to buy, a nice surprise you said. His shocked look slowly morphed into a cheshire grin, gripping your jaw and planting a wet kiss on your lips. 

“Max the whole fucking thing out baby.”

-

Rindou’s day was long, and he was ready to finally go back home to his baby. (Thuggin’ it out was hard, you know.) When he walked through the doors of his condo, he immediately called out to you. “Baby, I’m home.” 

“In here, Rin!” 

It didn’t take long for him to make his way to his room, loosening the tie he had worn for the day and removing his blazer, ready to dump it on the bed. “You have no idea how fucking annoying they were today, babe, it was--” Rindou immediately shut his mouth, catching you on the bed in the nicest piece of lingerie he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. You sat yourself so pretty on the edge of the bed, makeup and hair done up, just for him, leg crossed over the other. “Hi baby.” You cooed, giving him a sultry smile.

The surprise you had been talking about was doing a bit of shopping at a famous lingerie boutique. You think you knew Rindou well enough to know what kind of pieces would get him going--you were spot on. You were covered in black straps and harnesses, mesh pieces with dragon appliques embroidered in the see through fabric. God, you were gorgeous, the woman of his wildest fucking dreams come true. 

Rindou stalked over to you, dropping the blazer haphazardly on the ground. Your hand pulled at his skewed tie, down until he landed on his knees, having to look just just slightly now that he was on his knees. “What’s all this?” He mumbled, hands traveling from your thighs to your hips to your waist, and trailing back down. “I decided to take you up on your offer and use your card--do you like it?” You teasing little shit, biting onto your lower lip to hide your smirk. You knew he loved it, more than anything. You knew exactly what got him going, and something like this had him rock down the second he saw you. He nodded, barely paying attention when he looked down at your chest, trailing his hands up to cup your tits, thumbs running over your nipples through the mesh, fingers dipping under the harnesses and tugging just light enough to feel the material. You uncrossed your legs, opening them wide so he can take a look at the crotchless panties that had you exposed fully to him. You were driving him insane.

“Fuck, baby...” He let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your cunt, thumbing your lips apart to see your pretty little whole. You scooted closer to the edge, tugging at his tie again to raise him closer to your face. Wordlessly, your other hand grabbed onto his jaw tight, palm resting on his throat. Rindou was enamored with you, loving how you could take control and not going overboard. He fucking loved how quickly you would give him the reigns too, if he wanted them. His mouth opened, knowing what would come next--your tongue lolling out with a glob of saliva dripping from the tip, landing in his mouth. You licked at the roof of his mouth before kissing him fully, His dick twitched in his pants, squeezed at your inner thigh, before two fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing. Your legs spread open a bit more, letting go of his tie and looking at him expectantly. You didn’t need to ask a thing of this man, Rindou immediately dipping his head to between your thighs, kissing and suckling at your skin leaving love bites in their wake. “You’re fucking driving me insane, pretty..” He moaned feeling your hand grip at his hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, look at you..” He looked up at your body one last time, taking in the full lingerie set and how sexy you looked at him, perfectly put together while he was a mess on his knees for you. 

“Did you miss me today, Rindou?” You teased, smirking when his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “‘Course I did, beautiful, fuck.” He kept your thighs open as he dove deep into your cunt, pressing his face as deep as you’d let him. He moaned, the taste of your juicy pussy hitting his buds drove him crazy. He gripped onto the harnesses around your thighs as he ate you like a starving man, tongue fucking into you, licking and sucking at your clit. He left you messy, practically slobbering on you, cunt wet with your juices and his spit. You bucked into his face, head thrown back as you panted, tugging his hair until it hurt--he didn’t care, all he could feel was how hard his cock was and how fucking good you tasted. You looked down at him with your eyes hazy and lips parted, still looking so perfect above him. He took the chance of tracing his hands up to your tits, squeezing and pinching, which only spurred you on more. You humped at his face, riding his tongue as he flicked your swollen clit, but you needed more.

“Rin, baby,” you stared, the domineering mask crackled the closer you got to your orgasm. “Fuck, use your fingers baby, please.” He moaned against your cunt, leaving a wet kiss on your clit before slipping two fingers into your sloppy hole with ease. “Look at your fucking pussy just sucking in my fingers, so messy.” He panted, curling his fingers up and fucking you hard. Your wetness squirted around his hand, covering his fingers in a creamy white while he assaulted your cunt. You cried out, slowly your mascara ran down your cheeks. You pulled harshly at his hair to bring him up to your face, kissing him with all tongue and teeth--moaning into his mouth as he continued to pummel you with his fingers. You rode his fingers, legs shaking and pushing open “F-fuck!” You gasped into his mouth, “Just like that, Rinnie, fuck, just like that.” Your mouth hung open, forehead against his and eyes scrunched closed. You couldn’t help but moan like a wanton whore, as he kissed around your face and kept fucking into you. “Give it to me, baby, fucking give it to me.” He urged, hearing your cries and whimpers as you came on his hand, gushing on him and leaving his hand soaked. You let go of his hair as he slowed down, fingers slipping out of your warmth only to shove them into your mouth, looking at you with dilated eyes as you gagged around his digits. He mirrored your earlier actions, standing up hover over you, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes. A hand grabbed at your jaw, much like you did with him, and pried your mouth open as he spat right down your throat. Your eyes fluttered, clawing at his pants when he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

Suddenly he tugged at the choker you had been wearing, dragging you onto your hands and knees on the bed and unbuckling his pants with one hand. “Come on baby, want you choking on my cock.” His voice held authority, and you helped him the rest of the way, cock fat and heavy in your hands. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth nearly all the way until you were gagging and sputtering around his dick, spit bubbles along the side of your mouth. He collected your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail, controlling your speed and how deep you took him. “Fuck! Mouth is so fucking good, baby, love you like this.” He wiped a stray tear from your eye, smudging your makeup a bit more in the process. He grinned wicked, loving the way you lost yourself on his cock, how messy you looked--perfect makeup now a fucking mess as you choked on him. His eyes raked over your body, still wearing the perfect lingerie and harness set, seeing the edges of the leather where it met your skin digging in, rubbing it raw and red. How fucking sexy it would be after taking it off, the combination of its friction and his hands and mouth leaving bruises on your body.

He fucked your face with vigor, your hands clawing at his still clothed stomach, trying your best to keep your breathing even. But all he could hear were your gurgles with each thrust into your throat, slipping out just to see the strings of drool connecting you to him, bubbling in your mouth. You pursed your lips, rubbing them along the length of his cock, tip landing between your eyes and keeping you absolutely messy. Rindou almost came on your face right then and there with how good you looked. He grabbed the back of your harness and threw you down onto the mattress, smacking down hard on your ass to hear how you cried out with the mix of pleasure and pain. “Can’t believe you got a set with crotchless panties..” He panted, rubbing himself against your lips, leaving you waiting. “My pretty slutty little baby wanted easy access didn’t you? Wanted me to be able to fuck you right away, right?” You whined, nodding and pushing back on his cock, hoping his head would catch your clenching hole and slip in.

Rindou laughed breathlessly, hands running up and down your sides, slapping your ass a few times before grabbing hold of the straps that wrapped around your ass and pulling you back, plunging his thick cock right into you, leaving his flush with your ass. “Rindou!” You practically screamed, one hand ripping the choker and holding your head down to the mattress while the other never let go of the straps. 

“Gotta fuck you good, pretty girl,” He started, pounding relentlessly into your pussy, your cum frothy with the force of his thrusts, coating him “Gotta show--fuck--my appreciation of this set--shit, pussy’s so good” Rindou was lost in pleasure, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You gripped at the sheets, clawing at anything you could get your hands on while your eyes rolled to the back of your head with how good he was making you feel. 

Your slutty hole tightened around him, sure sign that you were going to cum again. He released his grip on your choker to pull you back full force onto his cock by the straps, tip of his dick pushing against your cervix. The pain mixed with pleasure brought you over the edge, crying and screaming while you squirted on his lower body, trying with all your might to close your legs but he wouldn’t let you. “Come on, you can take this big cock can’t you baby?” He taunted, though it was weakened with how close he was now. “Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cover this pretty set, gonna make you mine.” He babbled, pulling out at the last minute and shooting his heavy load onto your ass and back, covered the mesh material and straps. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling him loosen up the harness enough to slip it off you and wiping you lean, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Baby.” He nuzzled into you

“Hmm..” You smooched his forehead.

“I need you to start using my card more often.” Ugh

[psychesalcove]

„ POPSTAR BUT IM YOUR BOYFRIENDS GIRLFRIENDS FAVORITE DJ

ANNABETH CHASE X READER ”

GENERAL ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

a/n: HERES YOUR REQUEST ANON!! hope you enjoy some stuff about annabeth, i love her sm 😓 hope you enjoy!!

ᝰ the two of you are basically a match made on olympus (im so sorry idk why I did that)

ᝰ she loves to talk to you about her architecture plans for olympus and other places she's doing

ᝰ if you guys have similar music tastes be prepared to be sharing headphones with her constantly

ᝰ she shows you her sketches of her ideas for olympus to see if you like them

ᝰ gelato dates 100%, the two of you sit outside on a patio eating your gelato and talking about whatever comes to mind at least 1 time a week

ᝰ shes a human calculator, so if you're struggling with math or science at New Rome, ask her and she will gladly assist

ᝰ be prepared to be going to historical sites and museums A LOT

ᝰ if there's a science museum nearby, you are going to be planning her birthday party there

ᝰ I think annabeth takes her sleep to another level, so when you start sleeping with her, know that your going to have memory foam pillows and mattress topper, cooling blankets, throw blankets and pillows, and stuffed animals

ᝰ you and annabeth for sure have the best sleep schedule out of the 7 (I headcanon that they are all still friends 😭)

ᝰ Barnes & Noble dates every other day. no questions asked.

ᝰ she has a tote bag collection and picks the one that best matches your guys outfit that day

ᝰ you two are regulars at this one Cafe by your shared apartment—it's the one with a library upstairs, so self-explanatory why you guys go there

ᝰ yk those restocking videos on tiktok of kitches? I feel like annabeth would be one of the girlies that do that, so be prepared to help her restock her snacks and fridge

ᝰ if your feeling to tired to highlight your notes for whatever college class your in, annabeth will happily color code your notes with her highlighters she paid 45$ at an overpriced art store

ᝰ along the topic of college, if you mention to annabeth you have a test, she will sit you down at the table and you'll be there for hours working on flash cards and other studying methods

ᝰ she will ramble to you for hours about the latest book she's read, especially if it's a historical or mystery genre

ᝰ you and annabeth have volunteered so many times at the local library that the staff considers you one of their own at this point

ᝰ and if you play UNO or any other game of the sorts, she will get competitive

ᝰ no exemptions—even if your dating her

ᝰ you'll sometimes come with her to her appointments to get her hair braided, so you get to listen to the gossip she shares with the person doing her hair

ᝰ she'll also ask you beforehand if you like certain beads or crystals and what would look best in her braids, or if she should just go natural for that period

ᝰ be prepared to have your mind boggled by the random facts she says at any given point, it becomes a routine in your day

ᝰ shes an amazing partner to have and is always going to be by your side

[xndrexcruz]

I beg pls make more Marc Bernal fanfics 🛐

Starting to Slowly See You

✮- pairing: marc bernal x barca staff fem!reader

✮- summary: as you navigate your position at fc barcelona, marc’s thoughtful gestures and quiet support slowly make you question if there’s more to your friendship than you realized. though his feelings remain unspoken, subtle hints leave you wondering if you’ve been missing something all along.

✮- warnings: slow burn and kinda oblivious reader

✮- author’s note: thank you sm for the request! i hope you like it, also sorry for not being active and not updating in a while i just started my college classes and i feel like they’re tryna kill us already. ALSOOO thank you sm for 200 followers love you guys

✮- chapter’s: {current!} next ⤏

Working at FC Barcelona is more than just a job-it was a dream come true. But the early mornings, late nights, and constant work could get exhausting. If there’s one thing that made things easier, it was Marc Bernal. He’s always around, in subtle ways that sometimes would make you wonder if all of it was just a coincidence.

You would often cross paths during his breaks from training with the rest of the team. He’d sometimes walk into your office, sweaty and tired, yet he always made time to say hi or talk to you even if it was for a few minutes. You often found him leaning against your desk, a charming smile on his face as he asks about how your day was or offering to help you on whatever you were working on at the time. You appreciated the company, even though you didn’t quite understand why he always seemed to go out of his way for you.

One day, after an exhausting session, Marc came in with a bottle of water and a berry parfait, setting them on your desk with a small grin. “I thought you might need a pick-me-up,” he said casually, though his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual.

“Thank you, Marc,” you replied, flashing him a grateful smile before getting back to your work. You had never really noticed the way he watched you, a soft expression always on his face, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words.

As the days continue to pass, these small but sweet gestures started to become more frequent. He brings you coffee when you had long meetings, waits for you after work just to walk you to your car, or would show up with your favorite snack when he knows you’ve been stressed out. You always excused his behavior as him being a good friend-after all, that’s what friends did, right?

One evening, after most of the staff had left to go to their families, you stayed behind at your desk, trying to finish up on a report you had due the next morning. The office is quiet, the only noice was the faint hum of the air conditioning in the building. You’re so focused on your report you didn’t notice Marc slowly enter the until he was right next to you.

“You’re still here?” he asks, startling you. “You work way too hard, Y/n, you should get home.”

You look up at him and smile, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest at the sound of his voice. “I’m just trying to get this done before tomorrow morning, I’ll go home once i’m done. What about you? Shouldn’t you be at home resting?”

He shrugs, leaning against your desk like he would every time he came into your office. “I thought I’d check on you before I left. See if you needed me to get you anything.”

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his words. “You’re always constantly checking on me, Marc. You worry too much.”

“Maybe I do,” he says softly, his chestnut-brown eyes holding yours off a second too long. There’s something in his gaze, something that makes your heart skip a beat, but before you can try figuring it out, he straightens up and throws you a smile. “But someone has to look out for you.”

You shake your head at his words, amused by his protectiveness. “I’m okay, really. But thanks for being so thoughtful. It means a lot to me.”

“Anytime,” he replies, his smile softening. “I’ll come see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you say, watching him as he walks out of your office. You can’t help but feel a wave of warmth spread through you, but you just brushed it off as just Marc being the sweet guy he always was.

As the weeks pass by, you start noticing other small things too. Like how he’d always linger just a bit longer when he says goodbye, or how his touches-whether it was a hand on your shoulder or a brief brush past your fingers-seem to carry more weight than it did before. He was always there, throughout your day, quietly always supporting you in ways that were both comforting yet confusing.

It wasn’t until one particular day, after a long and challenging day, that you had finally started to piece things together. You’re packing up to leave for the day when Marc appeared at your side, like usual.

“You did real,y great today,” he spoke, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “Everyone was impressed, especially with how you handled that crisis.”

You smile tiredly at him. “Thank you, I’m just glad it’s over now.”

“How about I take you out for dinner tonight to celebrate?” he asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You hesitated, a familiar flutter in your chest. “Dinner? I don’t know Marc…”

“We can keep it simple,” he suggests, his tone light. “Just a quick bite, it’s nothing fancy. I just… I thought it would be nice.”

There was something in the way he said it that made you pause. For the first time, you wonder if there was more to his constant attention towards you, his thoughtful gestures, than you finally realized it. Was there something he wasn’t saying? Something you had been to blind to see?

“Okay,” you agreed softly, watching as his face lit up with a smile. “Dinner with you would be nice.”

As you sat across from him in the cozy restaurant he has chosen, you find yourself focusing on him more closely than you ever have before. The way he seemed to always know exactly what you need, the way he would look at you like you’re the only person in the room, the way he never pressured you but was always present, waiting, hoping.

You couldn’t be,o but wonder if there was something deeper behind all of it-something he’s been trying to tell you without actually having to say it. But even as the thoughts consumed your mind, you pushed it aside. Marc is your colleague, your friend, someone you can always count on. It was probably nothing more than that… right?

As the night went on, Marc’s laughter and easy conversation made you forget all your worries, and by the time ge walks you towards your car, your smiling ear to ear. But just as you’re about to say goodnight, he does something that makes your heart skip a beat.

He reaches out and gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he spoke softly, his voice low yet husky filled with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Goodnight, Marc,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. As you drove home, his touch lingered against your skin, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to Marc Bernal than meets the eye. But in the meantime, you decide to leave it as it is, happy to keep things as they are for now, even if your heard would beat faster whenever he was near.

[ilwonuu]

I so love yeosang smutty fanfics. Can you please please do one for me where she's an atiny and them two got paired in the same hotel room by accident due to the hotel. He enters while she's in the shower and so forth

Please and thank you

yes yes omg ty for the request!!! i literally hope this isn’t too bad… I LOVE THIS IDEA BTW I HOPE U LIKE

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↴ kang yeosang

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➶ summary- the universe gives you a one chance opportunity to be in a room with your idol.

➶ warnings- protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to fucking lmfao, pet names (pretty, angel)(yeo), neck kisses, kinda softdom!yeo, lmk what else

➶ a/n- i literally LOVE writing for yeo sm<3

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you have just gotten back to your hotel room after to seejng ateez. you are completely drained wanting to quietly change out of your concert outfit. you make your way into your bathroom getting into the shower.

yeosang wanting the same as you as he unlocks the hotel room. he makes a weird face at the sight of other peoples clothing on the floor. he curiously looks at the bathroom door. seeing the light and the shower is definitely on. he gets a little scared now.

meanwhile you are just finishing your shower as your idol is casually in your hotel room. you get out of the shower after hearing a faint voice. “um excuse me? i think you’re in the wrong hotel room.” you hear the person say through the bathroom door. “one second please!” you call out quickly grabbing a towel to cover yourself opening the bathroom door. “i just paid for this roo- yeosang????? what the fuck yeosang?” you are shocked beyond shocked. he is standing. right in front of you.

“yea? what.. im sorry miss but i think you have the wrong room.” he repeats himself. you shake your head suddenly. “no- i just paid for this room when i got here..” he is now confused. “do we need to talk to staff?” he says.

yeosang’s eyes slowly trail to your figure as you’re standing in front of him naked under the towel. “im gonna be honest you can do all that. i just went to your concert and im tired.” he laughs at you softly. “i just performed at that concert you think im not tired?” his voice is inviting as if he is waiting for something. his eyes are still on you as you smile at him. “i really cannot believe im talking to you- okay! anyways i honestly don’t mind sharing if you don’t. ill sleep on the couch.” you say before going to grab your things but he stops you.

“no need. i can sleep on the couch.. of course you take the bed.” he grabs his stuff moving it away from the door. “o-okay..” you curse at yourself for stuttering. but how could you not? the boy you just saw on a screen is now in front of you. in your hotel room. and he looks more attractive in person. he’s so sweetly spoken and polite with his movements. you’re watching him as discreetly as possible.

he pretends to not see your glances. you see him kick off his shoes and other accessories he had on him. “i know i interrupted your shower but can i shower when you finish up?” he moves closer to you as he asks you.

you just nod without a verbal response. “this is kinda weird right?” he says being a few feet away from you. “i mean yes- but i swear im not a crazy fan. but gonna be honest as long as i didn’t scream” you say laughing. he just nods.

“what if i wanted you to scream for a different reason?” he looks at you with a curious expression.

“w-what?” you are embarrassed with your stuttering but yeosang’s words are far more important at this moment. he just moves closer to you in the bathroom.

“need me to repeat it angel?” he chuckles a little stopping after seeing your still shocked face. “did that make you uncomfortable because if it di-“ you cut him off with a addicting kiss. him now being caught off guard but kissing you back nonetheless.

your towel falls of your body due to yeosang pulling you to lay back on the bed. you moan into the kiss at the cold air against your damp body. “what do you want pretty?” he asks as he leaves a trail of wet kisses against your shoulders. “f-fuck me yeosang..” you don’t care about your stuttering anymore. just wanting the boy to touch you. you are beyond to needy to care.

he nods at you. “are you sure?” he caresses your cheek. “yes please..” you squirm as you feel him spread your legs. “you’re fully dressed and im naked! take these off.” you pull his shirt over his head.

beyond shocked at his chest. its not like you haven’t seen some of it. but all of him in front of you. he looks so sexy you might die. he’s just laughing at you as he kicks off his pants. leaving him in his boxers hovering over you slightly.

you feel his hand move down to massage your thighs softly making you moaning quietly. “let me prep you alright pretty?” yeosang’s words making your arousal drip onto your thighs slightly. the nickname fully making you submit. “p-please yeosang touch me.” he doesn’t waste anytime. his fingers collecting your arousal as he rubs them up and down your slit teasingly. “touching you now pretty.” he smiles at how his actions cause to get a pout out of your for more. “y-yeosang please…” you are now crying out for him and he’s barely done anything.

you feel a finger slide into you causing you to open your legs more as he starts to fuck it into you. “you think you can cum from this angel?” he looks down as your expressions are just changing with the pleasure. he mentally takes that as a yes answer. he begins to speed his fingers up faster curling them to hit the spot you need him most.

“fuck yeosang don’t s-stop!!” he has a smirk on his face as he pulls his finger out. you whining at the loss of pleasure. “be patient pretty. giving you what you want hm?” he smiles at you as he looks at you. “let me grab a condom.” you nod watching him grab it out of his bag. he is already back to you.

you watch him as he pushes his boxers down to free his dick. him groaning at the new feeling. his dick looks big. bigger than you thought it would be. it makes you a little nervous but you want it. he rolls the condom onto his dick before he lines up with you. “ready pretty girl?” he questions you again. “yes yeosang- f-fuck.” he hears the first part of your sentence cutting you off by pushing inside you.

he starts to fuck you shallowly and slowly causing you to moan. you head is thrown back as he lives kisses against your neck. “you okay pretty?” all you can do is nod with closed eyes and your mouth open spit spilling just a little bit.

yeosang thinks you look beautiful like this. seeing you fucked out and its all for him. his hips speed up causing you to moan out.

you look at him through clouded eyes. taking in every little detail of the boy in this moment. he is using your waist for support. chest and head sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick. his face is in a pleasured expression as it mixes with his focused one. he is making sure you feel good always checking your face for any sign that you were uncomfortable.

“yeosang r-right there please don’t stop.” you pleading out to him as every thrust he is hitting the perfect spot. you’re mind is so fuzzy you can even think of your name. you are completely lost in pleasure.

“yea pretty? this spot feel so good?” he teases slightly now stopping his movements. him hitting the spot over and over. you feel him start to kiss your neck again. you’re moaning at all overstimulation of touch. you love it. you love his touch and his words. he knows how to make you feel perfect.

“s-shit pretty im gonna cum.” you hear him say causing you to open your eyes a little more. “me too yeo.” he curses at the nickname as he continues to fuck you. “fuck angel so fucking wet.” his eyes are on your cunt watching his dick fuck in and out of you. “im cumming yeo!” you yell out coming undone on his dick. his cum shooting into the condom. as he slowly rocks his hips inside you. getting both of you to ride out your highs. he pulls out of you. pulling off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you watch as he heads into the bathroom coming back with a damp rag.

you smile at his gesture. “this okay?” he asks before you nod. him cleaning you up gently.

“maybe it was a good thing with hotel messed up the room huh?” he asks causing you both to smile. he finishes cleaning you up before standing up. “im gonna shower! after you want to cuddle?” he asks grabbing a few things out of his bag. “sounds perfect.” he smiles at your response before running off into the bathroom.

[nso-csi]

231117 Weverse live (eng sub)

Taemin says that it snowed for the first time this year in korea today and asked if his manager saw it. he says that the scarf was gifted by the brand itself and he was thanking the brand for this scarf. cr.

I'm going to the airport because I have a schedule in Thailand. Even tho I left early, there's a lot of traffic because people are getting off work. Today's also friday! I envy the people getting off work, treat yourselves well~ I woke up today and worked out and had a meeting regarding the concert and left for the airport. I've been pretty busy lately. cr.

I might sound full of myself, but rather than fixed variety shows, I want to do youtube content, like uploading song/dance covers. cr.

Taemin: I don't even know if they'll invite me over to variety shows however rather thanwanting to become a regular on variety shows, I want something that actually suits me? something like youtube content or sth relating to dance? cr.

Fans: You don't have any vacation? aren't you tired? Taemin: I don't think I have any vacation for this year, I've really been working hard (without rest) this year~ cr.

Taemin reading a comment: no holiday this year? I won't have holidays this year til the end of year. cr.

Taemin: can you all write how old you are? I am curious.. I am really curious.. because it seems like I'm the only one speaking in honorific?? no one apart from me speak formally?? Every one is younger but no one calls me oppa, everyone was like 'taemin-ah' but of course i know t's because the fans want to feel closer to me that's why they don't speak with honorifics cr.

Taemin: what's funny is everyone talks to me casually even those younger than me 6"6 no one even says oppa to me 6^6 I was joking you can talk to me casually~ some people get mischievous because I said so I was joking! cr.

Alcohol? it's been so long since i drank. When was the last time? I'm not drinking recently, maybe I lost interest. cr.

Taemin said it's been a while since he drink alcohol and said the last time he drank was during the live in Japan cr.

I'm so thankful that so many people did the guilty challenge with me. i was worried that they might feel embarrassed/scold me but everyone did show their abs, so i was very relieved. cr.

Fortunately there are a lot of people that recognize me as an artist. i'm determined to walk my own path. cr.

Everyone's asking me to take care of them, tbh i can't take care of myself. cr.

People who exercise regularly always show up. Like Minho is everywhere. He probably does ab workouts in his sleep and showers while flexing his abs and when he picks up stuff he picks them up in a squat position. I think it's really cool that people can exercise routinely like that. I would rather live without abs and be able to eat whatever i want. During the concert i should show you my abs~ 6v6 shooting content with minho hyung would be fun. there's two types of people who exercise: those who enjoy working out, and those who whine and complain. i'm the second type 6v6. cr.

Taemin: Minho hyung must work out even sleeping n even taking a shower 😆 he has such healthy hobbies so cool~ but shall we just have drinks? let's give up let's eat what we want this life~! there are 2 types of people one working out happily the other doing it whining i'm the latter cr.

I know how hard the SM staff works, so I don't want to talk bad about SM. But there are times when I don't understand the decisions made by (upper management). even if I were to have an ordinary job, I'd be bound to have some sort of complaints. cr.

Everyone is working hard to make something great. "Euisoo hyung make lots of money" I think our company's salary isn't that high. But everyone works with so much passion. It's a company where you make little money but you work a lot. and i know how hard our fans support us. Everyone always talks about how shinee/taemin fans are so amazing and beautiful! Some people enter the company and run away because the reality didn't match their expectations. So the people who stay behind work hard. The company is expanding but there's no money, so i don't understand how it's getting bigger LOL What I want to say is everyone is working hard, so please know that. There are people who work hard behind the scenes. That's right, raise the salary of our staffs! We have the deepest history among entertainment agencies in korea, so raise our salaries to match our reputation! 6v6 cr.

[lilac-hecox]

i don’t have a specific request but something with spommy or kimney? congrats btw!

Spencer/Tommy - Spommy - Staff Meeting

*This is inspired by the reading Youtube Comments Sm*sh P*t Theater and the Smoshoffice series and is meant to be silly and wacky

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“So, just a reminder that we’re all co-workers here and we want to be professional with each other, and while Smosh doesn’t disallow relationships between employees this is still a workplace,” Nate says, fidgeting a little at the whiteboard in front of the conference room. “Questions?” Spencer raises his hand. Nate eyes Spencer warily, but nods. “Spencer?”

“So, how come Anthony can call Ian submissive and breedable but I have to get a warning when I ask Tommy about his penis?”

Tommy, who is across the room, drops his face into his hands. Anthony and Ian are seated next to each other at the head of the table. Anthony immediately turns red and Ian chokes on his cup of coffee, sputtering a little. Courtney is quick to hand Ian a napkin.

“Um,” Nate says, “I guess we shouldn’t really be calling each other submissive and breedable either?”

“That was a joke,” Anthony stresses, his face going a darker pink.

“Yeah right…” Chanse mumbles from the opposite corner of Spencer.

Angela offers her hand for a high five as she lets out a stream of giggles. Chanse gives her a pointed look and shakes his head, and he quickly takes her wrist and lowers her hand for her.

“I want to be clear that Spencer and I don’t really talk about my penis all that much,” Tommy says.

Spencer looks wounded, “I was just worried about you!”

“Anthony and I are just friends,” Ian says, “I want to stress that too.”

Amanda rolls her eyes, “Anyone who thinks Ian and Anthony are really just friends raise your hand.”

Spencer glances around to see not one person in the meeting has raised their hands except Ian and Anthony themselves.

“Well fuck,” Ian says.

“You two were cuddling in the bean bag chair in your shared office,” Shayne points out.

“We got tired from writing the new sketch!” Anthony says defensively.

“You called him hot yesterday,” Damien adds.

“I’m hyping up my best friend!” Anthony insists.

Ian’s face is red.

“Angela said she knows what Damien sounds like when he has sex!” Anthony retorts.

“That was one time!” Angela snaps.

Damien groans.

Nate is quickly losing the room and stands nervously in front of the lot of them.

“Guys, bring it back in- “

“Courtney said the other day that Garrett is ‘kinda daddy’!” Ararsha says.

Courtney’s eyes widen, “Arasha!”

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah, well you said you would take Amanda to O-Town!” Courtney says in return.

“Oh,” Amanda says the same time Arasha huffs.

“Guys!” Nate says.

Spencer stands and he can hear Tommy groan.

“I’m in love with Tommy!”

Zoe bursts into the conference room and flicks the lights on and off suddenly, gaining the room’s attention.

“This is an office and not middle school so sit down and let Nate finish, please.”

The cast takes their seats and Spencer feels his face get hot. He doesn’t dare to look over at Tommy, his confession hanging heavy in the air of the room.

The meeting ends with Nate scheduling everyone for a mandatory workplace conduct training. Afterwards, Spencer is at his desk, pretending to work while silently freaking out.

“Hey, um, Spence, you busy?” Tommy asks, drawing Spencer’s attention from his computer screen.

Spencer wants to say yes, but he blinks and then shakes his head.

“Not really, what’s, um, what’s up?”

Tommy moves and sits on the small couch that is in the game’s office hub. Spencer rolls over closer to Tommy, scared of what the other man might say after Spencer confessed to his feelings during their morning conference meeting.

“So, this morning…was that, uh, a joke or do you really feel something towards me?”

Spencer feels his face getting pink and hot.

“I, um, like you a lot and I get if that’s weird for you and you hate me now or- “

“As if I could hate you,” Tommy says, fondly, a smile on his face.

“You don’t?”

“I think you’re an idiot, but like, in a puppy kind of way, you know?”

“Don’t you hate dogs?” Spencer says.

“Dogs but not puppies.”

“So, there’s a chance here?” Spencer asks, a smile on his face.

“Yes, but no more asking about my penis in public,” Tommy says.

“Deal,” Spencer says, “but does that mean I can ask about it in private?”

Tommy laughs, “I mean, I hope so.”

[astroyongie]

WayV June Reading 2024

Note: sorry for not being active lately, I have a bunch of things to work out through <3 anyway, please take those readings lightly.

Kun

Love: I think he is dating but things don't seem to be going so well for his relationship. Mostly because Kun is the type of guy who has many people behind him but his partner is also someone who has more than one pretender which makes their relationship a little bit shaky 

Career: it does seem that everything is okay around here. Kun is working on his career, making the money he was expecting from making and he also has his own compensations from his sponsorships. 

Self:I feel like he is a little tired physically. His energy is rather low and he has probably not been eating or sleeping (or both) well lately. there’s a lot of responsibilities weighing down on his shoulders. although he tries his best, he gets overwhelmed easily by work

Ten

Love:This man is in a relationship and things look to be quite spicy but like in the energetic sense of it. Like there’s so much going on, the relationship feels like a competition, almost as if he and his partner are constantly bickering (out of love) with one another but also pushing each other bottoms to become better (which is super positive) 

Career: things are a little shaky. I feel like he isn't doing what he likes at the moment, he's not liking the company's assets and ideas when it comes to his own solo projects or the projects with the group. Ten would like to have more freedom to express himself and not be trapped in a certain image that the company is making money on. 

Self: it's half half here. On one side he is completely okay and on the other he struggles with his own mind and also with the ideas that cannot be realized within the possibilities he has. Basically Ten is currently dealing with a lot of setbacks and decisions which makes his head ache. 

Winwin

Love: Winwin is single at the moment. From what I can pick, it seems like he went through a break up not so long ago which has left him scattered and hurt because he was expecting this person to be his one person for a long time. The relationship seems to have been done through their partner and he has a hard time going through the post breakup emotions. 

Career:I sense a lot of frustration here, a lot of conflicts either with his colleagues and teammates but also with his company and higher ups. Winwin has had a hard time keeping his anger in check lately (probably his emotional life has impacted this) and due to that he is evolving into something that others find annoying. 

Self: he is okay physically, he has a strong mentality and a strong health and I believe he can pull out from his current energy with a little bit of rest and time. 

Xiaojun

Love: Xiaojun is dating and is having a very stable and happy relationship with his partner. This one is probably someone he wants to spend the rest of his days with, which I find very cute. there's nothing much to say other that he is okay 

Career: he feels  a little stuck, and he doesn't know what to do about this. I feel like Xiaojun probably has plans and projects that don't concern what group directly, he set goals for himself but the fact that he is under “SM” and under the contracts iit is blocking him from doing what he really wants 

Self: Overall he is okay, he is happy and thriving. I think there’s just a few points of his career that are not allowing him to be in a perfect blissful and happy mood. but other than that he is okay and living his life well 

Hendery

Love: I think that Hendery is in a relationship where he doesn't truly like the person anymore. He probably fell out of love with them, however he doesn't have the heart at the moment to break thighs off. He cares for them and hurting them is too much for him. 

Career: I also see some issues for Hendery. He is probably the member who has some arguments with Winwin but also with some other staff because he often has his head out of his responsibilities. because of that he can have behaviors that put the work of his members into risk. 

Self: I feel like his physical health has been a little bit more on the vulnerable side. but there isn't anything too concerning. i don't see anything other than that 

Yangyang 

Love: He is single and not looking for any type of relationship. It also feels like the company is keeping a tight grasp on Yangyang due to his past relationships that almost caused them too much trouble. because of this, he is lying low and waiting for the storm to pass

Career: he is happy with his situation. He believes that the work is okay, that they don't have to do much compared to other groups and that they have enough money and time to live their life. Yangyang is okay with everything that him and the company have been giving so far

Self: I feel like there’s something in his emotional health that might be more vulnerable but Yangyang is very good at hiding his emotions and at denying them.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Hi, hi! May I request for the bros and child! MC? Just general head canons and how they get along yk yk.

I love ur works sm, and dw if u don't wanna write this <3 Tyyyyy! <3

Bonus: child! MC calls the bros "Big brother" but calls Lucifer "dad" or "papa" <3 thanks again! And ofc, don't pressure urself ok?

Hi! It's no trouble at all, don't worry about it! I'm happy to hear you like my work. Anyways, I hope you like this!

the brothers with a child mc

a/n: I know there are some real perverts out there: this is NOT meant to describe a romantic relationship between the brothers and mc at all. I don't want you on my blog, but the police sure wants you in their jails ♡♡

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: children

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Lucifer

he was really shocked when the exchange student turned out to be a child

'diavolo we made a mistake-'

but well, now he might as well look after you, right?

everyone can tell how soft mr avatar of pride is for the tiny human, lucifer frees up time from work to play games with you

he feels an even stronger need to protect you when you call him 'dad'

Mammon

mammon is great with kids

he literally spends a lot of money on toys and clothes to make you happy

he feels like he's been granted the highest title of honor when you call him your big brother

one time simeon and luke came over and the first thing they saw was mammon running around the house with you, having the time of your life, on his back

Leviathan

at first he wanted nothing to do with some human child

until mammon and beel basically forced him to play video games with you, they didn't want you thinking levi hates you

his door is now always open for you to play child friendly games on his playstation (levi hid his more violent games just in case)

also he often lets you win against him, and he thinks it's really sweet of you to pay attention to henry 2.0

Satan

the exchange student is a literal child? well somebody has to make sure you don't get badly influenced by his wild brothers

he wouldn't want you to learn how to steal like mammon, or end up like levi

also satan reads you books as bedtime stories and takes you to cat cafes so you can play with all the cats you want

the cat cafe staff thought you were his child, satan almost fell over when you said 'nope, he's my big brother'

Asmodeus

he thinks your absolutely adorable, as long as you don't draw on any walls or get paint on his clothes

if you want, you can makeup on him, it doesn't matter if it looks bad, asmo likes dressing up in matching outfits too

asmo took you to his shoot once, he really needed a moment when you introduced yourself to the photographer as asmo's little sibling

one time solomon came to visit, asmo nearly tackled him when he realised solomon was going to give you some homemade poison cookies

Beelzebub

he provides you with all the candy and akudonald's you want, beel can't say no to you

he sometimes lets you try out some of his workout equipment, under supervision of course

beel almost cried during a whole fangol match the time he took you to a game and you told his team he was your big brother

said game got interrupted when the other team tackled beel and you tried to run onto the field to help him

Belphegor

he knows human children need naps sometimes, but they can be stubborn

belphie invented a genius way to get you to sleep: he got you a giant teddy bear and told you it was tired and wanted company while sleepy

all of the brothers almost cry when they see you napping with the giant bear

belphie is the youngest, it catches him a little off guard when you call him 'big brother', but he thinks it's adorable regardless

[awmancreeper]

♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 11 - Weather Boy

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“What’s up with you?” Yeeun asked as you shoved your face further into your large stuffy. Letting out a long groan, Jayoon laughed “her schedules’ packed this week” you let out another groan “and she was finally gonna have break and now she has to go to hybe or sm to go practice the MC Special Stage”. You thrashed around in your bed while Yoon patted your head.

“Don’t you usually go out durning your free time” J raised an eyebrow. You stood silent

“I’m not a machine Yeeunie” you cried grabbing onto her dramatically. “okay! Okay! Let go of me” she tried to wiggle out your grasp but you ugly sobbed into her stomach.

“If you’re tired can’t you just tell manager to reschedule?” J asked holding into your shoulders, you dramatically stood up walking over to the window. Your fingertips touch the glass “it’s not just that” you said ominously. J and Yoon looked at each other “then what is it?” Jayoon asked

“ITS SO AWKWARD!” You yelled falling on your knees “awkward?” “Yeah! Jisung is fine but Kai, I know he doesn’t like me and it makes things so awkward” the three girls stood quiet

“Make him like you” you looked up at J who was crossing her arms “what?” “Everyone likes you, it shouldn’t be that hard” you thought about it while the monkey with cymbals danced in your head. “JJ is right” Yoon said darkening her voice for the name.

“But-“ “are you seriously gonna let this man stop you from making friends?” J asked as she joins you on the floor “make him like you”

You smiled and jumped up from the floor “you’re right!” There’s was no trace of any despair on your face as you stood tall. “And! I get to learn ‘No Rules’!”

“Really is that the MC stage thing?” Yoon asked and you just hummed “manager had discussed it with their staff and they decided on No rules”

“Hey Yoonie what time is it?” You asked the tallest girl while she peeked at her phone “11:37” you smiled grabbing your bag “oopsie I’m late for the practice” “practice?!”

“Yeah I was supposed to be there about 20 minutes ago” “is that why Manger has been the car for an hour?” Yoon questioned as your smile dropped “I GOT TO GO!” You yelled running out of the room “she’s so bipolar” J said laughing.

Taglist: @txtbrainrot @azinwo @mackjestic @mangobee @ggggghost @adajoemaya @kainkhemistry @suzirumas @amareoverall @owotalks @justemalove @kaidefender @aloverga @myahwritesss (OPEN: comment or ask to be added)

[drinkpisser]

🪐⭐️HOW IT CAME TO BE, CHAPTER 5 !! 🛸👽

hey uh,, i know it has been a WHILE since I've actually done any writing for HICTB on here and I'd like to just apologise for that,, sorry :(( in all honesty I've ran out of creative juices for anything overall recently and it sucks so bad D:

here's what I have for chapter 5, just so that it's out there in case I never end up finishing or doing anything w it again D: <3 (chances of this are low, btw!! i might just go on a break)

‼️📖 READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE:

begin reading chapter 5 below the cut ^^

CHAPTER 5: GET THE GANG TOGETHER

A year and several months had passed since the Summer Camp's sudden closure. The local newspapers seemed oblivious to anything deeper than a surface level "bankruptcy" and lack of funding. As matter of fact, nobody even uttered the names of the dead staff, as though they were an anomaly erased from existence. Whilst convenient for a guiltridden Gerard, it coincidely tormented him each and every day that the truth had been swept under the rug. He felt corrupt, like the purity of his music had been compromised. Each word he wrote or sang felt like a string of lies, weaved by somebody else.

However, that wasn't to stop him. He would write, write and write until the lines were extracted straight from his heart.

Within the freedom he'd gained this particular summer, he found the opportunity to work parttime at his local comic store, stocking shelves and geeking out behind the counter. Each weekend, as night fell, he would prepare to play small opener shows for his developing album, as a way to promote it. The demos were rough. You could hear the vision if you listened closely enough, but to the average commercial consumer it was poorly mixed and out of place.

Gerard was well aware, even hyperaware that time was running out- each minute he spent not recording another song was another minute wasted. The mothership could appear anytime soon to take him on tour, yet he wasn't finished. He'd pass on each hangout with his dearest of friends and he'd pass on taking care of himself, to the point where his eyebags were essentially fraying from a lack of adequate rest. It was only right that after each occasion of being turned down, Gerard grew distant from Ray and Frank.

Gerard firmly turns the grimy tap to a close, lifting his brittle and damaged head of hair from the sink. Admiring his bleaching job, he goes in for the fluorescent orange dye lying on the edge of the bathtub with a small scoop, smearing it through strands of his thick hair. The look he had envisioned was sure to lure stars into his eyes, honoring his greatest idols and piecing aspects of their muses together to produce his own. After all, he was just a nerd for the small details; selectively choosing this specific shade of ginger hair to look like Bowie, deciding to do his makeup with sunken eyes and kohl smudged on the inner tearducts to look like a rocker, and wearing whatever he was lucky enough to find scattered in the cluttered apartment he was renting out. He'd pierce pins on his favourite blazer to look like a character from The Young Ones, and, overtime, Gerard would perfectly embody the persona he had created in his imagination at the beginning of this venture; back in the control room.

Gee sits on the springy sofa, shaking his damp hair like a slightly wet dog wanting to dry faster. In this moment, he wasn't moving. That's what he had adjusted to- being busy, movement. When he wasn't occupied, he was lonely. He wanted to leave, keep exploring. Keep producing, working, experimenting. As we all know, it's an impossible yearning; everybody gets tired. Sometimes, Gerard felt so exhausted that he couldn't bring himself to sleep. So he just sat, waiting for something to occur. So that he could keep moving and forget about rest. Picking up the small cd player curled up next to him, he presses play on his Iron Maiden cd. What Gerard cherished so much about this band other than their phenomenal riffs was how Ray came into his mind whenever he listened to them. That tight shirt he wore when they first met, and his enthusiasm about the guitar. Gerard sighs, he really had started to miss his friends. If he misses Ray now, how will he feel when he's all alone on tour? Not to mention, Frank. He hadn't seen Frank's smile in so long that he almost felt deprived of it. Gerard glances over at the telephone. Almost every urge within his body signalled him to call them up, tell them everything. The abduction, the requests, the grotesque sightings. Ray would believe him because it's the reason they met, surely.

He continues to sit, shaking his knee, until he can't anymore. Lunging off the sofa, he rushes to the telephone almost emotionally. Within seconds, the phone is answered. Before Ray can utter a "hello", Gerard intervenes.

"I need to tell you something," he twirls the wire of the phone with his finger, "you need to believe me." He adds.

"Oh, privately, or-? 'Cause I'm here with Frank." Ray chirps in curiosity.

"Even better-" Gerard laughs quietly with nerves, "hiya, Frank."

Shuffling is heard, and Frank burps into the speaker, followed by a small smacking noise from Ray.

"Dude, it's been ages. Come hang with us. You like, dissapeared, we're worried." Frank expresses.

"I can't. Look- can I just tell you this one thing? Please?" Gerard grows desperate.

"Sure." The two simultaneously speak, awaiting a response.

Gerard fumbles, unable to articulate his words. Confessing was harder than he'd anticipated before picking up the phone.

Stuttering, he dismisses his unspoken words.

"Oh, uh- nothin'. It's fine, I'm just feelin bad for not calling is all." Gerard claims.

Ray's eyebrow raise was audible beyond the phone.

"I knew it," he said, "You are hiding something." He pauses.

"Is it about the incident?"

It's a shame that Gerard had to ponder which "incident" Ray was referring to. Has life seriously been that fucked up that several instances come to mind when asked to recall such a thing?

The followed silence is so embarrassingly loud that even dropping pins yearned to make a noise to console it.

"Alright, fine," Gerard confesses, "It is. I can't stand to keep it to myself anymore- the mothership came back. It abducted me, even. Ever since, I've been threatened into secrecy but it's too much pressure and I feel like I've hit a new low and nobody will ever understand why."

Back to his verbally vomiting ways, Gerard splurts out the nonsensical truth in a nervous flurry, physically feeling the weight lift off of his shoulders as he does so.

"That's it. We're coming over." Ray hangs up in haste, not allowing Gerard the chance to decline or dispute.

"Fuck..."

Gerard rubs his face in distress, leaving his hand on his forehead in defeat. His flat was truly cluttered. CD cases and empty takeout boxes scattered across the room, clothes left to pile up in cobwebbed corners- the only items in that place that weren't plastered in dust to the nook and cranny were the guitars and recording tech he'd been using for his project. In a hurry, Gee feebly attempts to Spring clean his abode. Unfortunately, this was the quickest passing season ever, as even the most fragrant of air fresheners couldn't ease the scent of a man in crisis, and Gerard was sure sweating buckets.

The door soon knocks, his two buddies huddled together on the external side. Knock knock, once again. Knock.

Gerard glances through the peephole. Momentarily, the duo look disfigured, as though it weren't the real Frank and Ray at the door, but the extraterrestrial coming back down to Earth to condemn Gerard for sharing his secret. He gasps, quickly hiding away from the door and grabbing a nearby frying pan left dangling randomly on a coathanger next to a beret. Swinging the door open, he holds up the strangely shaky frying pan with hostility.

However, Gerard pauses; It's just them.

Them- his best friends, merely stood out in the rain, there innocently with their endearingly caring eyes and intentions.

It had been so long since Gerard reached out that even they looked slightly different. Ray's volumous hair was significantly longer (he had even begun to grow a small stubble on his chin) and Frank had dyed his grown out, shoulder length, once shaved hair entirely black. They looked older and dressed better, as did Gerard- albeit only by two years of maturing.

Ray and Frank stood struck in disbelief for a moment, taking a step back from their pan weilding pal. Gee advances in his trembling, still holding up the weapon like he was stuck in time from the bewilderment of it all. It's that strange sensation we all recognise, when we see a familiar face for the first time in a hot minute and everything around it is entirely different- time is needed to adjust.

Frank clears his throat.

"We uhm, we come in peace." He adds, lightheartedly flailing his hands.

Gerard swiftly drops the pan after being forced into an agressive embrace from Ray. Of course, he couldn't turn it down. Clinging more tightly than he ever thought he would, Frank joins in on the huddle, ruffling Gerard's damp hair.

"Missed ya', buddy." Ray speaks with slight sadness.

"I missed you too." Gerard chokes slightly, welling up tears with a smile.

Softly patting the backs of the two, he invites them in to sit. Looking around like lost ducklings at the mediocre wallpaper job, they admire the rustic aesthetic of the apartment and the definitely artistic intentions behind it. Even Van Gough wouldn't think of hanging laundry in front of the oven, or leaving bars of soap next to the television. If music doesn't work out, architecture is certain to be a breakthrough career!

Frank picks up some old, overused chopsticks wedged between the cracks of the sofa and sighs before throwing them bullseye into a large black bag of trash.

Gerard emerges from the kitchen holding a tray of coffee cups for the guys to drink up. He places it on the table, shoving aside the DVD pile lying upon it.

"Uh, I made these. Thanks for comin'." Gee smirks awkwardly, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Dude, we needed to," Ray lectures, "you're in a mess, and leaving you alone for any longer would be bullshit and probably murder." He confirms.

"This all sounds crazy to me- but such is life." Frank sips the coffee, scrunching his nose at the strength of it's aroma and flavour alike, before nodding approvingly with an incredibly forged smile.

"I guess I'm not completely alone. Mikey visits sometimes when my parents let him out." Gerard dismisses.

"Yeah, but Mikey isn't the only one who should be responsible for caring about you. Whether you like it or not, we ain't gonna letchya' push us away no longer." Ray continues, passively releasing his loving annoyance towards Gerard.

Frank, with fascination, skims through the small stack of CDs balancing like Jenga on the coffee table. Depeche Mode, The Smiths and Misfits were some amongst the vast pile to name a few, however he paused upon the sighting of an unlabeled case- opening it, he notices a sharpie scribbled "DEMO" on the disc.

"Gee, what's this?" he enquires.

"Uh- I've been writin' music and shtuff." Gerard scratches his head, slightly humbled.

"Shtuff, huh?" Frank tilts his head, grinning, "Well can we listen to this 'shtuff' or is that confidential too?"

Gerard laughs nervously, "No."

"What about this," Frank swings himself around the sofa from his askew position, now resting his rather pungent feet on an empty part of the coffee table, "I'm goin' skate park tonight."

"What does that have to do with anything?-" Ray puzzledly questions.

"Well, it's a totally legal skateboarding competition underneath a bridge. We're gonna need music, right? Yknow, entertainment. He could sing!" Frank suggests, smugly.

"There is no way in hell I'm going to do that." Gerard scoffs.

"Heh," Ray nudges Frank, "Is this cause of yer date?" Elongating the "date" part of his sentence, he teases.

Frank's cheeks turn exceedingly rosy.

"Just 'cause I'm lettin you two tag along don't mean you can tease me." He defeatedly mutters, hiding his face underneath his shirt.

"I mean, I'd go- but I'm not sure about singin'. It's hard enough in disinterested small venues, nevermind with people I know and potential criminals." Gerard complains.

"I think you'd do just fine," Ray smiles in belief, "besides, you know how to defend yourself. Last year proves that much, at least."

"If extraterrestrially possessed murder is self defense then I've no hope for this world." Gerard sighs.

The two seem to ignore his claim, as though such a thing wasn't true, or didn't happen.

"I don't think any of the staff were too involved in our little escape, Gee. If they got hurt it was probably their own fault for being stupid and chasing us too hard." Frank claims.

"Wouldn't explain why he was covered in blood, though. Didn't you just accidentally hit yourself with that plank of wood?" Ray contributes, chuckling.

Gerard was truly bewildered. Even they, who we're around on the night, seemed vague around the subject of the deaths. The force behind his hands that night we're compelling to extreme extent, massacring both the people and the existence of the tragedy itself. To make it even worse, it was a burden only Gerard could hold; and it's totally inexplicable. Fuck. The mothership hadn't even picked him up to address what had come over him that night- just as promised, they would not arrive until he fulfilled his end of the bargain. However, it left Gerard completely hopeless, lost and, most crucially, afraid of his autonomy.

His anxiety begins to spike once more, that leg of his beginning to restlessly shake yet again. Ray notices, gently poking Gerard's shoulder.

"Should we get going?" He gently asks as an easy way to check up on him.

Frank had already dashed to the door, waiting to leave impatiently.

"Oh! Yeah, sure. Sorry." Gerard stands with unease, looking down towards the creaky floorboards.

All three of them depart from the shitshack, headed towards their next rebellious loitering venture.

The three arrive at the secluded joint, high five-ing and grinning at mutual friends that they may know. To Gerard's dismay, the only "dudes" he found himself to be familiar with were his escorts who dragged him along to the wonderful world of socialisation, cruelly catapulting him from the comfort of his cozy nest. Within the crowd, Frank had sprinted to find his date- leaving Ray and Gerard to their own devices. Gerard scratches his head inelegantly.

"So, Gee, still not gonna sing?" Ray chirps with insight.

"If that were the case, I'd have brought a microphone." Gerard sneers.

Stubborn, as always.

"Touché." Ray frowns, folding his arms and watching a rookie trip over his rollerblades, snorting.

"Oh, woah! Frank's up next." Gee points, noticing Frank set up his board as he chuckles next to a familiar face.

Frank steadily hops onto his skateboard, doing a couple of flimsy tricks before biting the curb. As expected, the seven or eight jocks who'd tagged along erupted in laughter.

A girl runs over; her wavy, shoulder length, faded half-pink-half-brown hair, half-stuffed in a knitted beanie and her knuckles laced with fishnet gloves- grasping gently onto Frank's rickety hands to reel him up from the ground like the flailing fish he was. Her thick bangs were cut diagonally, as though she had the intent to cover the cotton white eyepatch gently strapped around her left eye, amongst a few smaller scars surrounding it.

Of course, upon noticing Frank's defeat, Ray and Gerard swiftly head over.

"You all good?" Gerard asks, lightheartedly.

Frank wipes away a little blood coming from his nose with his left hand, not realising his right had been occupied the entire time. He looks down. And back up. And down again. Flusteredly, he rubs off the sweat forming on his palms onto his jeans before interlocking pinkies once again with the external force.

"So, gonna introduce us?" Ray cheekily chirps, nodding towards the interesting girl.

"Uh-" Frank begins, interrupted.

"Jamia," she holds out her hand to Ray with a brief smile, "You probably don't remember me."

He shakes her hand.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry- I don't. Are we supposed to know eachother?" With no malicious intent, Ray is totally oblivious, as are you, and once again asks a slightly cheeky question.

"I was head girl, yknow, at summer camp- things are a lil' different now, I guess."

As though she has difficulty expressing that statement aloud, Jamia tries her best not to stumble upon her words.

"Oh shoot, I'm with ya' now! You an' Frankie were hanging out quite a bit during freetime." Ray observes.

Gerard had ended up in a squint of sorts.

"Is somethin' wrong, Gee?" Frank enquires.

Jamia holds her hand out to Gerard, with the intention to politely greet him too.

He shakes her hand.

Without warning, a slight hurtle of a memory invaded Gerard's thoughts. Akin to a zap of lightning, distorting Gerard's vision with memories from that bludgeoning summer night for only a few seconds.

Head girl.

The campus staff.

Was she with them that night?

"If you uh, don't mind me asking- I dont remember you havin' that eye injury when we met on my first day-" Gerard's voice quavers with nerves, cutting himself off.

"Crazy fucker stabbed me in the eye. Almost killed me," she pauses with hesitation, as though she is still timid to the event herself, "I played dead so that I wouldn't end up like the rest of 'em."

Gee's heart palpitates.

Oh, fuck. Fuck it all. Now he truly has to face the music- this was all his fault. Somebody went and survived, and now, because of him, their life is compromised.

"It's whatever- my fault for roaming the woods too late at night. Besides, at least i got to live and look cooler. I was boring as shit beforehand, I didn't even have a septum piercing." Jamia adds, trying to lighten the conversation before sighing.

"They never caught the killer, yknow?"

Gerard, stunned, had resorted to nods of sympathy.

"I'm sorry about that," he mutters.

"Well, I'd beat the shit outta 'em."

Frank looks down at the concrete, resembling a dismal old dog. Placing an arm around Jamias shoulder, he rests his damaged head of hair against hers.

Noticing the dull atmosphere, Ray glances at Gerard and shuffles slightly closer to him.

Ray whispers, "Are we interrupting something?"

Gerard shrugs, but suggests that they give them a little space through the collective shuffle backwards that they shared.

Ray and Gee end up walking off to a nearby set of swings, doing literally anything imaginable but sitting on them. Gerard would balance and stand on the seat, whilst Ray rested on his stomach on the one next to it, slowly moving back and forth. Despite their typically silly nature, the atmosphere had grown even gloomier, almost calm. They had not spoken for a few minutes, as though they were sharing a comfortable silence- it had been so long since they had quality time together like this.

"I really have missed you." Ray gazes upwards to Gerard, who is baffled at the sudden noise and slips onto his butt- he plays it cool, sliding back up onto the seat of the swing.

"I missed you too. Like, a lot." Gerard reciprocates.

Ray sits up, (woo!! they're sitting properly for once!) taking a moment to fully appreciate Gerard's presence. In the same moment, he does the equivalent manner back.

"Orange." Ray comments, ruffling Gee's hair.

Gerard smiles and nods.

"Orange."

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[yangtaros]

jeno x female reader fluff

soulmates start to feel dizzy when they’re apart for too long until they kiss

part 1 part 2 part 3

“hi czennie!” mark waved at the camera on the phone they use to do lives. the rest of dream waved and started to read comments.

is jeno okay?

jeno looks tired

jeno you good?

“jeno people are worried” haechan quietly whispered

jeno slowly blinked and leaned towards the phone to read comments, after he saw them he leaned back on the wall. “czennie i’m not tired thanks for caring”

the rest of dream has concerned looks on their face. soon they heard a knock on the door of the room they were in. mark got up to answer it and it was a staff. she signaled for jeno to leave the live.

“i gotta go love you all” as he got up he stumbled.

“we are taking you to the doctor right now”

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you were laying on your back on the grass staring at the sky

“y/n i think we should take you to the emergency room or something”

“just give it some time it’ll wear off like earlier”

“i’m giving you 3 more minutes” giselle said while grabbing her phone.

mark: hey, check twitter trends

“wait mark just texted me to check twitter trends?”

“huh” you were so out of it.

“nothing.” giselle went on twitter, “oh… oh wait! something!”

“what”

“get well soon jeno is trending and so is this video”

giselle showed you a clip of jeno stumbling out of the live from earlier. a smile grows on her face.

“there’s some people that think he’s drunk and some are worried about him being overworked”

“wait”

“y/n! he’s your soulmate!”

“nct must’ve been practicing in the dance room next to us!”

“i don’t know how i didn’t piece that together, but we have to get you to him fast!”

“wait so i’m just going to go and… kiss him?

“if you want to function in society… yes! and don’t act like you didn’t like him. weren’t you supposed to hang out with him tomorrow?”

“yes! but like kissing is a big-” you paused, feeling light headed, “never mind let’s just go”

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on the way, giselle called mark and let him know. he relayed it to everyone else, “i thought so” haechan laughed.

the only person who didn’t know yet was jeno. you soon arrived to the er, stumbling to jeno’s room. “i’m nervous”

“don’t be he’s your soulmate you have your life ahead of you to get to know him, now i’ll be outside the door okay?”

you nodded and knocked on the door.

“come in”

you walk in to see him on the bed drinking a bunch of orange juice.

“oh, hi y/n.”

“hi”

“they told me to drink a lot of fluids... sorry to say i think we’ll have to cancel tomorrow”

“um actually i’ve been having the same symptoms you’re having and… and right now it’s kind of at ease”

jeno paused. he realized he was starting to feel fine. “woah y/n you’re-”

jeno stayed silent contemplating what he would say next while he got out of bed to talk to you.

“y/n. can i ask where you went today?”

“i was at sm…”

jeno pondered for a bit

“can i ask if you were close to the dancer studios?”

you took a breath, “i was. you?”

“yeah i was”

jeno inched closer, “i guess there’s one thing to do”

jeno slowly grabbed your waist and brought you closer to him. “can i y/n?”

you nodded and jeno kissed you. he took his time, his grip tightening. you no longer felt any lingering dizziness. when he pulled back he kissed your forehead, “feel better?”

you nodded, “are you better?”

he smiled and nodded, “but let me do it again just to make sure”

you giggled and leaned back into the kiss.

thanks for the love on this and requests for my next soulmate story is now open!

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[tarotsol]

Hello

Now that taeyong enlisted in military.

Can you do a career reading on nct127 members except for mark and haechan? They did tour japan and south korea.

You already did a reading on mark and haechan.

Hihi!

Of course! Let’s get to it!

Reading done 4/5/24

Disclaimer: from now on I will no longer be doing NCT unit or member tarot readings for the time being. I will be deleting any NCT requests from here on out due to time restraints. Thank you for being patient with me.

Taeil: the emperor, the fool

Here I see that Taeil has new opportunities coming his way soon. Good news career wise, probably forming new friendships for when when he’s back in the group. Big things being planned.

Taeyong: 4 of cups

Poor Taeyong. I’m not sure he’s enjoying military at all. I haven’t been keeping up to date with the group recently but it seems like he’s a bit lost atm? Hope he’s okay.

Jaehyun: 6,8 & 9 of swords

Fam, his energy came out popping. I reshuffled and Jaehyun’s energy MADE SURE I was getting the message lol. The Neos are so funny 😆 But anywayssss, solo album/project soon? 👀

Johnny: The Magician

Hmmm, seems like Johnny is working on new projects and definitely tiring him out. Some things are out of his control and he’s trying to work through it… You know how SM can get..

Yuta: 5 of cups

Yeah, another one who is unfortunately down in the dumps… I don’t think things are going his way at all career wise unfortunately. Possibly opportunities are being taken away from him despite him being in the industry for so long. Yeah, he’s definitely mourning and questioning his career…

Doyoung: 5 of cups

For Doyoung, I see either a collaboration on the rise, or he’s just focusing on other personal life relationships with family and friends to care much about NCT… I’m not going to look into it further but he has options outside of the group that he’s prioritising right now.

Jungwoo: 8 of swords

Another lucky one… I don’t see many opportunities coming his way rn.. possibly dealing with SM staff/ deals with the company behind the scenes about things he’s not happy about… you never know though, he might pop out with a solo album or project and just finishing it up?

Thanks for the Question! Again, this is all for fun! 100% not real and any coincidence, is merely just that!

[fuck-customers]

a fuck my manager/coworkers rant:

store manager got a new girlfriend back in October and since then work has been his second priority (EVEN DURING THE HOLIDAYS). Which is understandable in some regards but him and his ex literally broke up over him wanting to prioritize work. So often he goes off on two hour lunch dates with his GF we can see (at the shitty brunch place across the parking lot) when he said he was just going to go run the deposit to the bank. And he doesn't fucking COMMUNICATE anymore. One of my coworkers was given 5 days to completely rearrange a section of the store that was due last month but no one knew bc he never TOLD anyone and now he wants it done before Inventory is due. This entire month our rewards program is doing a special double points when purchasing a certain brand. I didn't find out until TODAY (the 20th) when I saw it on the TV image slide thing. The assistant manager didn't know until the Eighth.

He ignored and denied phone calls from our shift lead when on Valentine's Day when a customer was screaming at her, SM claimed that his sister was in labor and he was with her (dude you can step out of the room for five minutes) but we ALL know he was at V-day dinner with his GF (it was 5pm.)

He's on salary and should be working 40 hours and is technically on the clock all the time but he ignores people's text messages and shows up to work 15-30 minutes late every day and tries to leave early. He randomly goes out of town and only tells people last minute. There's no way he's making his 40 hours and NO ONE can do anything about it. He's been reported to our district manager several times and when she comes over to talk to him about it they just spend an hour in the back room giggling together because she doesn't care and loves him! All that matters is the store is doing well numbers wise.

... well it's not Anymore. because he's been so out of WACK that no one wants to put in effort working anymore. Bye bye 4.15 UPT and 40 DPT goal. have fun with the average 2.5 UPT. We've been consistently missing our sales goal. Oh well. Sorry buddy.

My biggest irritant though is that we are a pet store and like I don't care if my coworkers wanna slack on sales, but when they slack on caring for our animals is where I lose my mind and I'm sick and tired of having to pick up everyone's slack in that regard bc the management doesn't care either, they won't check over how animal care got done and so I have to be the one to make sure our animals aren't literally standing in soiled bedding 24/7.

I hate it here. In May it will be two years and I'm making minimum wage still, because every time the MW goes up, I lose any raise I had received. I should be making more than the hire we got two months ago but I don't. It makes me want to tear my hair out. I want to strangle our DM because she is the only thing keeping me from getting promoted, she wants me to have a car but company policy says 3/4 managers need a car. Everyone else does!! I would literally be lowest position anyways, I'm just there to pick up management slack I'm not there for big issues.

hate it here.

@staff I HATE the new text editor!