#i will feel soooo bad to leave the company i’m at

[butchsaint]

i may. do something more outdoorsy in alaska next year if they’ll hire me

[catiuskaa]

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]

PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader

SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

WC: 3.2k

CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...

A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion, lmao. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun!

[☆☆★☆☆]

He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.

He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.

You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.

You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.

It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.

“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.

“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”

“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.

But then, the sex dreams started.

“Chan, I’m back!”

He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.

“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.

Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.

“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”

“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.

“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.

He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.

It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.

Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.

Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.

Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.

“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.

He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.

After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.

“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.

With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.

“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”

He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.

“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”

“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”

In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.

“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.

But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.

Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.

You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.

When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.

No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.

You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.

The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.

“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.

“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.

[☆☆★☆☆]

“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”

"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.

"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."

You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.

"...Minho?"

"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.

You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."

"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone. Oh boy. "The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"

"My what?!"

"This is getting old really quick, goddamnit." You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.

But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.

"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!"

"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.

"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"

"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.

He hung up.

You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.

"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"

You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.

He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.

"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.

"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."

"I... wanted to say that, uh..."

"I am sorry if I... uh..."

"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"

You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.

"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.

"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."

"I uh, kinda, I guess."

"But never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."

You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.

Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.

He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.

He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?

But then, he met you right in front of his room.

Before you could escape or come up with anything, he approached you and pecked your lips, feeling his heart skip ten beats when you pushed him away.

His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.

The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.

He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it. "What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"

You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. "Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away "Unless you don't want..."

He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.

"No... I want you."

"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."

[☆☆★☆☆]

Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.

It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.

And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.

He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.

And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.

“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.

The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.

As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.

“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”

Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.

He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.

He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.

“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.

“I-i uh…”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.

“Uh?”

He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.

“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”

Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.

Let’s have fun again tonight.

He bit his lip, turning his phone off.

“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.

He’d keep the other one a secret.

[☆☆★☆☆]

[hard hours]

~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.

[princessbrunette]

outlaw!john b on the run and when you go to check on the cows one morning you see him sleeping tucked in the hay 🥺 ur so scared bc youve seen his wanted posters but hes just so handsome

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ୨୧ ꒱꒱

especially if you’ve been kept locked away and sheltered by your parents your whole life — praying each night to be delivered a man who will make you feel good the way you so desperately need— only to have your prayers answered that morning, the tall tanned boy sprawled out in the hay :(

him awaking with a start to see you crouching right down next to him, staring at him with big googly eyes, enamoured by him.

he tries to scramble away, thinking you’re about to have the sheriff busting the barn doors down to catch him any minute but you just grasp him with doe eyes telling him “please, stay.”

you tell him your parents have gone out of town for a few weeks, leaving you to tend to the farm and that he can stay with you if he likes, hide from whatever bad person he needs to hide from. he knows it’s a bad idea but he agrees anyway, letting you patch up any of his wounds and give him a nice big comfy bed to sleep in (coincidentally it also belongs to you… funny.)

you wake him up from his nap having cooked a big old dinner for him, bringing him to the table n sitting right on his knee for a lil bit which catches him off guard but you’re just having so much fun playing husband and wife and you’ve never been able to have male company round before !!

then you sit opposite at the table n watch him devour your cooking, like — he’s ramming it into his mouth, starving — juices n gravy and what not dripping from his mouth and you’re just watching him wistfully leaning your chin in your hand……

“i’m not the kinda guy you wanna marry, trust me.”

“why not?”

“m’not exactly stellar in the eyes of the law sweetheart, don’t think your parents would appreciate me sniffing around you.”

“i can deal with them… everyone messes up sometimes, i’m sure they’d understand.”

he lets you live with that delusion…. but when he sees you humming to yourself doing the dishes after dinner he can’t help but long for that life too :( before you know it he’s behind you at the sink being sooo gentle, kissing on your neck n bringing your hips against his crotch saying “if you’d like, ‘can teach you what else married couples are meant t’do…”

n you’re just soooo wet, unbelievably so bc you’ve never felt the touch of a man :( guide him to your pretty girly farmhouse bedroom and let this outlaw brute fuck u so good on ur frilly sheets as a thank u for taking him in :(

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ୨୧ ꒱꒱

[whyse7vn]

RUMOURS -

[ot7 x reader]

3D OUT NOW!

8 participants - 8 online

———————————

tae: guys be honest am i puppy coded

jin: you are rat coded

tae: no i’m not guys tell him i’m not

jk: cheese

hobi: GUYS DID YOU SEE THE STATEMENT BIGHIT JUST PUT OUT FOR THE Y/N AND YOONGI DATING RUMOURS???????

jimin: the what?

jk: THE WHAT?

tae: arf?

jin: you can’t force the puppy lifestyle

tae: you don’t know anything

guys tell him he knows nothing

jimin: were they not just fighting like???

namjoon: they made a statement about it?

tae: but bighit denied it right?

jk: RIGHT?

hobi: THATS THE CRAZY PART

jimin: no fucking way

jk: STOP LYING

namjoon: but they were literally just in a meeting about it?

like i’m not joking like 10 minutes ago they were in the conference room

they had to deny it no?

jk: RIGHT TELL HIM NAMJOON

namjoon: unless theyre actually together

jk: nO NO

NOT TRUE

TRUST ME

hobi: Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that we as a company do not control relationships our artists may engage in.

This is in relation to the recent rumours concerning BTS SUGA and Y/n.

As this is a matter that concerns our artists personal lives we can not confirm or deny these rumours.

We ask that fans to respect both artists privacy and remind you that our company will spare no effort in providing legal support for our artists if it is needed.

We ask you for your continued love and support for both SUGA and Y/n and and a reminder that fellow BTS member Jungkook releases his solo single “3D” featuring Jack Harlow on September 29th.

IS THIS NOT INSANE

jin: the jungkook plug at the end???

jk: SO ITS NOT TRUE

THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER

namjoon: oh

tae: they could be

jimin: @ y/n @ yoongi wya

are you together? be honest

y/n: hiiiiiiiiiiii

jk: hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

yoongi: hello

jk: kill yourself

tae: babe tell me why you didn’t tell them to deny it

look me in the eyes

tell me the truth baby it’s just you and me

namjoon: we are in a gc

tae: you and me angle

jin: do you mean angel you fucking idiot

tae: baby 🥺

who is this man??

namjoon: i am curious tho

why didn’t you deny?

y/n: no point

tae: the point is we are in love

hobi: ok but are you together?

yoongi: who knows

jimin: obviously you fucking stupid bitch

jin: he wanna be mysterious so bad 😭

jk: this is not true

i won’t accept this

I WONT

namjoon: soooo

yoongi: it’s lowkey true anyways

namjoon: it is?

tae: IT IS???????

jk: NOT

IT IS NOT TRUE

THATS WHAT HES SAYING

yoongi: that is not what i’m saying

jimin: ur officially together?

y/n: we are not

yoongi: yet

y/n: yoongi!!!

yoongi: :3

jin: ew ok i want to throw up

hobi: i can’t stand you guys already

tae: i’m in a wheelchair actually

thanks a lot guys

namjoon: ok

jk: NOT OK

jimin: so scoups wasn’t the one for you then?

or mingyu?

jungkook???

or that san guy

not even minho????

i liked minho

shownu?

OH what about the young one

what was his name again

??

OH MARK

what happened to mark?

hobi: OMG WHAT ABOUT BAEKHYUN????

tae: YOU FUCKED WITH BAEKHYUN AND NOT ME??

WHEN

TELL ME WHEN

PLEASE DONT TELL ME IT WAS IN THE 2014-2016 TIMELINE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

IT WAS WASN’T IT

OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP

THROWING UP AS I TYPE

BELHHHHHHHH 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮

namjoon: shut the fuck up

y/n: leave me alone

half of that list is a lie anyways

i am not a whore!

jimin: lowkey a lie but ok!

namjoon: jimin

jimin: what???

i still support my queen like yess you go girl catch flights not feelings or whatever the girls are saying these days

jin: y/n how do you not have like stds ?

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you

y/n: CUz IM NOT A WHORE

i don’t just fuck anybody

jimin: lied again cuz wtf is jungkook?

hobi: dead by now

probably

y/n: kook is special don’t be mean

jk: hehe i am >.<

hobi: what did i fuck did i tell you about heheing in this gc

jk: srry

jin: jungkook needs to be like deeply studied like he’s actually not fucking right and it’s scary

i’m scared

like how are you ignoring the fact that the girl you in love with is in your face basically claiming another man

and not just any man literally one of your closet friends

like the fact you can forget all of that after one compliment from her is insane

you are insane

jk: no i’m special tell him y/n

y/n: my special boy <3

jk: HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHDHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

yoongi: we are not close friends btw

y/n: don’t start

yoongi: :3

tae: ok idc can you deny the rumours now

jk: PLEASE

yoongi: no

namjoon: as much as i for what ever you guys have got going on i really think you should deny the rumours

yoongi: no

jk: YEAH

WOOO PUT UR FOOT DOWN JOON

TELL HIM

TELL HIM

WOOO WOOO

I LOVE KIM NAMJOON

tae: ???

why are you for what they have going on please pick a fucking side namjoon you cannot be the middle man

namjoon: can you guys shut up for 2

seconds

tae: 1

jungkook say 2

jk: 2

tae: we did

namjoon: you really didn’t

hobi: JUNGKOOK YOU HEHEED AGAIN YOU BETTER STOP ONE MORE TIME AND ILL GET PHYSICAL

jk: i’m sorry 😢

namjoon: anyways as i was saying i think it would be better to deny the the rumours now for y/ns sake she gets enough hate as it is and this will really only add to it

jimin: wait ur kinda right my poor girl :/

tae: i can give her love dw

come into my arms baby

cum 2 me

yoongi: kill yourself

jk: ILL PROTECT YOU Y/N

y/n: means the world jk

jk: AHHHHHHH :DDDDDDDD

yoongi: he’s lame

y/n: don’t

yoongi: :3

y/n: and thank you for ur concern joonie but i’m literally in a dating scandal every other week there’s honestly no point the hate was bound to come anyways

and plus the love out weighs the hate so i’m sosososo good

namjoon: i don’t believe you but ok

hobi: LMAOOOO

sorry not funny

tae: weak ass fucking leader ohmy god

where is ur sense of authority

where is ur dominance?

hobi: stop talking

y/n: we do not want to hear ur furry talk

tae: THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR ALPHA YOUNG LADY

now come here let me scent you

hobi: actually end your life

y/n: please

yoongi: come over

jin: geez buy me dinner first

jimin: fat bitch

jin: im literally gonna put this on twitter and get you cancelled

jimin: noooo not to ur 13 followers my career is done for i’m telling you

hobi: what’s ur eta what’s ur eta

jk: idk et sorry

and also idk who a is either

i’m sorry

hobi: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i said i was sorry

i hope u find them

hobi: i have a gun to ur head in my mind rn

jk: don’t shoot 😂

wrong emoji

*🥲

PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY

jimin: of lice

jin: omg rice sounds so good rn

jimin: i said lice wow ur actually fat

jin: NAMJOON TELL HIM HES BEING PROBLEMATIC

namjoon: jimin ur being problematic

jimin: namjoon tell him he’s being big

namjoon: go away please

tae: ok why have the rumours not been denied

y/n: why are we back to this

yoongi: she wants me that’s why

jk: NO

NO

NO TRUE

ARE YOU HER SPECIAL BOY

YOU ARE NOT

BECAUSE I AM

AND I HAVE PROOF

SO SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: thats cool and all but where are your dating rumours?

jk: SHUT THE HELL UP SHUT THE HELL UPPPPPPPP

y/n: stop being losers

jk: i’m in love with you

yoongi: :3

jin: insanity

tae: yoongi say something for me rq

yoongi: no

tae:

hobi: HELPPPPOO

jimin: LMAO

y/n: PLS

yoongi: ur actually a child and i do not use light mode so this just looks stupid

jin: was still funny with dark mode

yoongi: no it wasn’t

tae: it was

everyone laughed

don’t be mad i made everyone laugh

cuz u know u could NEVER

yoongi: namjoon didn’t laugh

tae: namjoon isn’t even a man

namjoon: ???

jk: i use light mode

jimin: what

jin: omg

hobi: ew

yoongi: as expected

tae: bro

y/n: kookie…

jk: IS THAT BAD OHMYGOD IS IT BAD HOW DO I CHANGE IT?? IS THAT BAD

AM I A BAD PERSON

I AM

I AM

I KNOW I AM

I SHOULD BE LOCKED UP

THEY NEED TO LOCK ME UP

PLEASE LOCK ME UP

NO JUST KILL ME

JUST KILL ME AND LET ME ROT

NO TORTURE ME

MAKE SURE IT HURTS REAL BAD

AND THEN LIKE

COOK BAM INFRONT OF ME AND MAKE ME EAT HIM AS I BEG YOU ALL TO STOP AND I START THROWING UP

THEN CHOKE ME UNTIL I CANT BREATE AND WATCH AS THE LIFE SLOWLY LEAVES MY EYES

namjoon: what the fuck

y/n: what did bam do

tae: that’s pretty messed up

jin: are you ok?

jimin: …

yoongi: fucking freak

hobi: woah

jk: punish me

namjoon: clam down

jk: please

y/n: crazy!

jk: kiss me

i know i don’t deserve it but kiss me

yoongi: go away

tae: kiss me

jk: NO

tae: ngl i’m sick of hoseok guys

hobi: what did i do

tae: leave me alone

hobi: i’m literally having sex with ur mother rn

tae: OMG????

PLS NO

namjoon: both of you just shut up please

hobi: you saw how he came for me for no reason and ur telling me to shut up??

are u fr rn…

i feel so betrayed rn

jimin: horny rn

y/n: gross

jimin: come fix it

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jk: DON’T SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT

namjoon: i have a headache

jin: shut the hell up

namjoon left “3D OUT NOW!!”

y/n: wow jin

jk: namjoon :(

jimin: jin wtf did you do

hobi: what the hell seokjin

tae: ofc it was jin

yoongi: big jin L

jin: IT WASN’T MY FALUT

HE WAS WHINING LIKE A BITCH

jk: you should apologise

tae: bully

y/n: poor joonie

jimin: say sorry

hobi: always so mean for no reason

yoongi: 👎🏻

jin: u guys are actually not right in the head leave me alone

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I love love love this! I’m sorry in advance if this doesn’t really make sense, I have a hard time explaining things sometimes. Also I’m making a separate post just because there’s a comment text limit BUTTT

The short oversimplified answer is Tiktok is what Tumblr used to be

The long answer is complicated. One reason (which I suspect is the biggest reason) is that TikTok is now one of (if not THE) biggest platform for fandom content of any kind. No matter how niche the interest is, guarantee there is at least two other people on that app that enjoy the same thing you do if not as much or more than you. TikTok overtime (at least in my opinion) has become almost a mutation hybrid of Tumblr and Vine.

TikTok is essentially the perfect breeding ground for fandom culture. You can make a video anywhere from 15 seconds to 10 minutes long on any topic you want, or post a combination of photos, or write a wall of fan fiction or really any text and the algorithm 9/10 times will push that shit directly to the right audience. The algorithm is designed to show you what you want and to keep you on the app for as long as possible, so naturally it makes building a fandom or community incredibly easy. Not to mention how human everything feels. One of the main reasons there are so many influencers and celebrities on TikTok is because of how easy it is to be “relatable” to the masses. Soooo many agencies and managers and companies push their clients/employees to be on TikTok because of how easy it is to connect with people on a somewhat deeper level as compared to other platforms. Not to mention, TikTok’s restrictions and content policies are 8/10 times VERY lenient really adding fuel to the OG Tumblr comparison (porn gifs included of course).

With all that being said, the “Ethel Cain Fandom” on TikTok isn’t necessarily bad, a lot of the people in that community are super nice and seem to have a genuine appreciation for Hayden and her artwork. The issue is when it bleeds out into other communities and individuals who then get a VERY select and minimal taste of Hayden’s work who become lukewarm fans of her work. Which, again, there’s nothing wrong with that scenario in of itself but when you combine that with stan culture it creates the whole Perverts “controversy”. So a major reason why they dont all just pack up and leave to Tumblr is because its not the actual fandom itself. It’s like a city, Ethel Cain USA isn’t the issue, it’s the suburb people surrounding who rarely traverse into the city unless its for work.

Another reason is that a LOT of the fandom on TikTok is young (early 20s and younger). That’s not to say that there aren’t young people on Tumblr, but a majority of them on TikTok would never even think to get on Tumblr, as they just missed prime Tumblr. To them, TikTok is what Tumblr was at it’s height. Also, with so many of them being young they might have parents who oversee and monitor their online presence (as they should) and might not allow them to get Tumblr because unfortunately it does have a reputation of being the freaky ass porn site 💔

@community-bloodbag

[pluraluke]

Starbucks- a short Bam x Prank story

WAIWAIWAI IM SORRY I DIDN'T FINISH THIS EARLIER

there's about 11 mins left of valentines day and luckily i can get this posted on the perfect day- the day of love

i really shoulda done some art but i lowkey forgot soooo here is a short bam x prank fanfic that i worked hard on- enjoy!

Bam’s ears perked as he heard some familiar voices. The Legion of Zoom. What are they up to?

He crept along the side of the building, voices getting louder as he approached, and a mechanical crackling noise. Apprehension shot through him. It’s coming from the alleyway. That can’t be good. 

“My turn, my turn!”

“I’m gonna do a spin!”

Bam poked his head into the gap between the two buildings, careful not to be seen. The alleyway floor was thickly glazed with ice, shooting out of Snowy’s freeze gun. The other Zoomers were gathered around him, bouncing excitedly. Snowy lowered his gun. “Prank can go first, because he asked first.” The remaining 3 villains groaned in annoyance. Bam was amused. Are they- playing?

“Oh, yeah! Step aside, because you’re about to see some awesomeness.”

I’d better investigate.

“Here goes- whoa! LOOK OUT!”

Bam had just stepped out into the alleyway opening when he saw Prank flying toward him, knocking them both to the ground. 

“What the heck…” Bam mumbled, brushing his dark brown, fluffy hair out of his eyes.

Prank pushed himself slightly up, tucking back his own sandy brown ponytail, his golden eyes meeting Bam’s bluish-grey ones, a smile returning to his face. “Hey, Bam. What are you doing here?”

“Just making sure you aren’t getting into trouble. The- the whole legion, I mean.” Bam added quickly. Prank got up and outstretched a hand to Bam, who took it, and soon both boys were back on their feet. “What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“Snowy made us a slip and slide out of ice…and, well, you saw how it worked- slippy and slidey!” Prank laughed. Bam laughed with him, finding it difficult as always not to catch his contagious giggle.

“So, no evil schemes today?”

“Hey, we can have fun too! If anything, we have way more fun than you guys! Well, of course evil schemes are fun too, but-“

“What’s he doing here?” Ducky interrupted. The other zoomers had all turned to look at the leader of the Batwheels.

“Oh, I- I’m just patrolling the area. It’s a regularly scheduled system.” Bam said, feeling a tad uncomfortable at all the stares directed towards him.

“Well, you better get out of here. We’re not going to let a bad-wheel spoil our game.” Jestah advanced towards the pair, seeming prepared to force him out of there if he refused to leave.

“Oh- yeah, of course.” Bam began to slowly back out of the frozen alleyway.

Just before he was able to take a breath of relief, as he turned the corner, Prank’s voice startled him out of any perceived peacefulness. “I’ll go make sure he leaves for good.”

“Yeah, sure, but be quick about it.” Jestah’s annoyed hiss followed.

Bam turned around to see Prank leave the alleyway and head towards him. “Oh! You’re- you’re coming too?”

“I don’t want you to get lonely.” Prank teased. Bam smiled shyly. He was glad to have some company, especially Prank, even if he often put Bam a little on edge. “Where are we off to?”

“Probably back home. Everything is peaceful in Gotham today.” Bam couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

“Isn’t that, like, a good thing? Well, for you at least.”

“Well- yeah, but…“ I was sort of hoping you’d go commit a crime so we could spend more time together- no, wait, I can’t say that. Crap- okay, what’s the best-sounding answer for this question?

 “I can totally go break the peace right now, if that’s what you want.” Prank offered half-jokingly, interrupting Bam’s thoughts.

Bam laughed half-heartedly, grateful he was no longer required to provide an end to his sentence. “Maybe. But for the sake of the city, I think it’s best you don’t.”

“Whatever you say, then. But we gotta do something…” Prank scanned the streets for anything intriguing. His eyes lit up, and he seized Bam’s hand. “I know! Let’s get coffee!”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea- aaah!” Prank sprinted to the cafe, dragging Bam along with him, who was forced to keep up.

Prank opened the door and the two of them entered, still holding hands. “Didn’t Jestah say you had to be quick?” Jestah will kill us. Why can’t he just take me home, like he said he would?

“We will be quick. Look. No line.” Prank gestured to the order booth. The cafe was rather empty at this time; only a couple people were seated, doing work on their laptops. Yeah, that’s expected. It’s 9:37 pm, after all. The cafe closes at midnight.

Prank walked up to the counter. Bam followed suit, mentally preparing himself to state his order. He specifically avoided going to Starbucks because he despised having to explain his specific, allergen-friendly preferences. He always stumbled over it, and never spoke loud enough, and being asked to repeat it was even worse. And now Prank’s here too, I really can’t mess this up. What will he think then? I wish they had some sort of order kiosk, like the bubble tea place, or McDonald’s. Why don’t they? It’s a very popular chain, after all.

Prank started his order, speaking loudly and clearly, his voice confident, which Bam admired (and somewhat envied). He’s always so sure of himself. I like that.

“One medium pistachio cream cold brew with extra cold foam and 4 pumps of vanilla syrup, and one medium caramel macchiato with oat milk, non-dairy foam and an extra shot of espresso.”

Bam blinked in surprise, stepping slightly away from the counter as Prank let go of his hand to pay. He heard the beep of the paying terminal as Prank turned around, leaning down slightly to match Bam’s level (as he was slightly taller). “On me. You’re welcome.” 

“How did you know my order? I- I barely go here.”

“Don’t ask questions.” Prank grasped Bam’s hand again, guiding him over to the pick up area. Bam wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or suspicious. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but smile.

The drinks arrived quickly. Bam glanced at Prank. “Well, thanks for this, but I should probably get going-”

He stopped as Prank looked at him, the glint of his golden eyes and the clutch of his hand forming both a literal and figurative chain holding him from leaving. “Aw, you’re not gonna stay and hang out with me, Bam?”

Bam opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, not knowing how to respond. He did buy me a drink. I didn’t even have to worry about ordering. It’d be rude to leave now. “Well- alright. But I don’t want you to get in trouble with the Legion of Zoom.” I keep forgetting that Prank is on the opposing side. He’s being so nice. Why is he being so nice? Is- is this a trap? Should I be worried?

“Oh, I’ll be fine. It’s no big deal. And anyway, it’s so worth it.” Prank tugged him over to a table, and the two sat down. Bam took a gentle sip of his drink, savouring its creamy sharpness, his concerns still at the back of his mind. Prank took a sip as well, licking his lips as he set the cold brew down. “So, what’s it like being a Batwheel? You know, being a hero and all that?” He inquired, resting his elbows on the table, face cupped in his hands, gaze fixed on Bam.

Bam’s eyes instantly directed down, put off by the intense eye contact. Slowly, he gazed back up, finding it hard to resist what he considered the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. “Well…I dunno. We hang out in the bat cave, and when we get a crime alert we go and fight it. And…you know, we do patrols, and other stuff.” Bam explained vaguely, fiddling with his bracelets as Prank listened attentively.

“Sounds pretty boring, if you ask me.” Bam’s small smile faded, a little hurt that Prank wasn’t amused with what he explained. Prank’s snicker made Bam realize he wasn’t being serious, washing him with a wave of relief.

Bam now felt empowered to go into more detail. “It’s not boring. It can get pretty repetitive, though, just waiting for things to happen, playing the same games over and over while we wait. The thrill of the chase never gets old, though.” he explained eagerly. “But… sometimes I wish we could just have fun, you know? Like you guys do. Without worrying about catching a villain, or constantly being on guard, patrolling. It- it’s-” Bam stopped, careful as always not to go into a ramble. “What- what’s it like to be a villain?” He took over, changing the subject.

Prank’s eyes sparked with curiosity (and a tad of concern), but it faded quickly, and he smiled, delighted to explain. “It’s super fun. We do whatever we want, when we want, and we don’t follow any rules.” Bam made sure he looked just as engaged as Prank had when he was speaking, nervous that otherwise, he would be considered rude, and Prank would get mad. 

But why do I care, if Prank doesn’t like me? He’s not supposed to like me. 

I want him to like me, though.

“Why do you ask? Interested in joining us?” Prank’s change in tone startled Bam out of his thoughts, his golden eyes glinting with amusement.

“Well- I- no, of course not. I’m literally the leader of the Batwheels.”

“Of course, Bam, of course. I just noticed you seemed a lil’ conflicted about it earlier.” Prank’s voice smoothed. “You wanna tell me why?”

“Well- uh-” He noticed that?! Oh, crap, why did I have to mess up like that?! I don’t know! I never get asked questions like that! How was I supposed to answer? How am I supposed to answer now?!

Prank watched Bam, his expression a tad confused as he seemed to observe Bam’s panic. Surprisingly, it was also a caring expression. His voice was a gentle whisper as he spoke, trying to ease his rival. “Hey, what’s up? You can tell me anything, you know.” Prank put his hand atop Bam’s hand as it rested on the table, presumably for extra reassurance.

Bam froze up at Prank’s touch, feeling his heart beat faster, body tensing. He was too shaky to speak, knowing if he tried he would surely say the wrong thing.

“I just need some fresh air,” Bam stated quickly. He got up and speed-walked out the door, leaving Prank to sit there, stunned.

Bam sank to the ground at the side wall, with no one else around, burying his face in his knees, trying to calm down.

Why did I do that? Why did I let myself get like that?

Why did that even happen?

He just- I don’t know. There- there’s just something wrong with me. I ruin everything.

I- I love him, but- he just sets it off. I- I really don’t want him to be mad at me.

It’s my own fault. This was a horrible idea. And now he probably hates me, and- and I've ruined everything, and-

He heard the jingle of the coffee shop door, as it opened and closed.

“You forgot your drink.”

Bam didn’t look up. He felt Prank sit down beside him, pressing against him, head on his shoulder. He silently reached out a hand to retrieve his drink, placing it by his feet.

“Sorry for whatever I did. I mean, I don’t think I did anything, but clearly I’m wrong.”

Bam felt guilt overflow his insides. “It’s not you at all. You- you were wonderful today. It’s- it’s my fault. I- sometimes- sometimes I do stupid things. I’m so, so sorry.”

Bam’s head was forcefully tilted upwards. Prank’s eyes were locked with his. “Shut. Up. You take that back right now. It is not your fault. It is not your fault that you panicked. Look, I don’t get why you’re tweaking out, but you are not allowed to blame yourself for how you reacted. You hear me?”

Bam felt himself trembling, until he realized that Prank was trying to make him feel better. “Oh- okay- sorry about that. Are you- are you mad at me?”

Prank looked at Bam matter-of-factly, as if the answer was obvious. “Do I sound like I’m mad at you?”

“Well, no- yeah, pretty much.”

Prank giggled, which made Bam giggle, too, his nerves eased. “I’m sorry, Bam. You don’t have to explain anything.”

“No, it’s fine, it was really nothing, anyway. It can just get…overworking sometimes. Overwhelming, you know?”

Prank nodded. “I get it. Come on, let’s get you home. You deserve some much-needed rest.”

Before Bam departed, heading towards the Batcave door, Prank wrapped him up in a big hug. “Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”

Bam nodded. “I- that would be great.” His voice lowered. “You know- you- you’re a good listener. I can always tell that you care. That’s a really important skill to have, Prank. You put that to good use, okay?”

For what seemed like the first time, Prank was at a loss for words, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. He nodded. “Bye, Bam. I-” As Prank turned around, he muttered something under his breath.

Bam’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing a familiar intonation. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing- nothing! Goodbyeee!” Prank sprinted out of there.

Bam smiled, staring off at Prank until he could no longer see him. He then turned around, and opened the door to his home.

and we're done! i really hope you liked it!

also make that 9 minutes left

@vinylv1

[slytherinshua]

CRASH A DATE, GET A BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. friends to lovers. university au ig. warnings. jealousy. overthinking and crying. kissing. not rly proofread. pairing. sangyeop x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. my love choi sangyeop :( even tho no one will read this lmao i have to write for my beloved lucy and sangyeop is soooo college boyfriend coded omg i love him sm

For years, you had never felt any tension or uncomfort in the company of Sangyeop. You spent hours of every day talking with him. You were best friends— practically inseparable. But things seemed to shift in the last year, and you didn’t like it.

He was still your best friend, and you still spent every day with him, but a glaringly obvious change had occurred, and you weren’t sure how things would ever be the same between you two. 

You had grown feelings for him.

It was a textbook example of how to lose a long friendship. You should have trusted your best friend in high school when she warned you that guys and girls could never stay just friends. It was wonderful for 4 years, and you cherished all the memories you had made with Sangyeop in that time. But now, the feelings you held for him had changed your attitude.

It was hard for you to spend too long in his company without getting incredibly awkward and hot in the face. Really, it was his fault for being so attractive. The worst feeling, though, was the constriction in your chest whenever you saw him with other girls.

Feeling jealous over your best friend was laughable, but you just couldn’t stand it. He had always had other friends— and other female friends, at that. You had even lived through seeing him in a semi-serious relationship and had absolutely no problem. You were happy for Sangyeop when he got a girlfriend in the first year of university. But now, you wanted to fight off every girl who even glanced in his direction.

He wasn’t yours, but at the same time, he was. You had known him the longest. You were the closest friend he had. Everything would be perfect if only you didn’t long for more.

It was inevitable for everything to erupt in a sudden and unpredictable explosion the longer you stuffed down your feelings. You had just never expected it to happen like this.

“Why would you do that, Y/n? You’ve never acted like this before. Ever.” Sangyeop’s words felt like they were stabbing you repeatedly. He didn’t exactly sound angry— more extremely confused and maybe slightly annoyed. You didn’t blame him. If you had a little more sense, you would have known better than to crash his blind date. It was definitely overstepping boundaries. 

“I- I don’t know! I’m sorry, okay?” You pleaded. You weren’t brave enough to meet his eyes. The feeling of having upset him or ruined something for him was awful.

“Why would you do it, though? I wouldn’t have gone on all these blind dates if you weren’t so insistent that I got another girlfriend. I told you I was fine to stay single after Hayoung— but I thought you wanted me to find someone.” He asked, exasperated. It didn’t help that it was already past dark, both of you standing under the narrow overhead outside of a restaurant to try to shield away from the rain. It still drenched your left shoulder, though.

“Well, I just don’t anymore!” You shouted back, just as overwhelmed and confused as Sangyeop was in this situation. The way you had glared at the girl and told her to leave was so uncharacteristic of you that even you had been shocked. Sangyeop didn’t seem to take your attempt to end the conversation as a valid answer, and he pressed on for your reason why.

“Just tell me. You had to have had a reason. You would never do that randomly. What? Did she have a bad record or something? What could it have possibly-“

“It’s because I like you! And you’ve never seemed to notice, but I couldn’t ever say it out loud because you’re too important to me to lose! And- and I was afraid and scared and confused, and I just don’t know why it had to happen, but-“ Sangyeop stopped your panicked rambling before you could finish— not that it was making any sense to either of you, anyway.

“Y/n, stop.” He croaked out a bit softer, grabbing your wrist to pull you under the overhang and out of the rain. You barely noticed that you had gotten more exposed to the downpour. You couldn’t differentiate the rain on your cheeks from your tears that were streaming down. Unfortunately, Sangyeop could.

He let out a small sigh and his lips pulled up into a sad smile before dropping again, “You’re so…”

“Stupid? Yeah, I know.” You laughed through your tears, trying to not look quite as pathetic in front of the man you had loved for years now.

“That’s not what I was going to say.” He defended, his eyes still searching your face for any sign of understanding. 

You still couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you or just confused. You had completely blocked out any possibility that this situation could turn out for the better. You didn’t deserve a wonderful outcome from this. You were the one who messed everything up in the first place. You couldn’t feel entitled to anything anymore; especially not Sangyeop’s affection. You wouldn’t even blame him if he stopped being friends with you over this. Crashing his date and then confessing to him out of the blue? It was definitely not what best friends did… more like crazy ex’s. 

“You’re so… clueless.” Sangyeop repeated, finishing the statement this time with a laugh. You looked up at his face, finally brave enough to meet his eyes. The last thing you had expected was to smile on his face after what you had done. You were sure you looked a mess right now— with mascara running down your cheeks and your clothes all wet and wrinkled, but Sangyeop’s eyes held some warmth that you hadn’t seen for days, and it was comforting.

“What now?” You asked in a whisper. The weight on your chest was still there, and you couldn’t begin to think of what Sangyeop meant by that response. Your brain was a mess, and all you wanted to do was just sink to the floor and disappear forever. 

“For now… let’s go home.” Sangyeop said softly. Although you felt uneasy about the idea of leaving things unresolved, going home was probably the smartest decision; so you nodded and let him pull your hand to lead you to the edge of the street where he hailed a cab. The ride back to your dorm was quiet. You mostly focused on the rain sliding down your window, pretending as if Sangyeop wasn’t sitting next to you. You said goodnight briefly to Sangyeop when you got back home before retreating into your room. You showered as quickly as possible and got in bed. You tried your best to sleep, but the thoughts racing in your head kept you awake almost all night. You were screwed for tomorrow’s lecture.

//

“Did you drink?! You look awful.” Wonsang frowned as soon as you walked into your morning lecture and dropped your bag next to your chair.

“No. I don’t drink.” You muttered, plopping down into the seat and immediately resting your head on the desk.

“...Was it Sangyeop?” Wonsang queried, making you open your eyes and turn to glare at him. 

Wonsang, along with Yechan and Gwangil, were Sangyeop’s closest friends after you. You didn’t spend too much time with Yechan or Gwangil since you didn’t have any shared classes, but Wonsang was much closer to you. He had known about your crush on Sangyeop for a while now. He was sworn to secrecy as soon as you knew that he knew, and you trusted him not to spill anything.

You groaned and closed your eyes again, your voice muffled by the desk, “I’m the dumbest person on the planet, Wonsang.”

“True.” 

You gave him another glare, “I crashed his blind date.”

“You- what?” You could only nod along to Wonsang’s shock.

“I crashed it, scared off the girl, and then confessed to him… like an idiot.” You felt like crying all over again.

“What did he say?” Wonsang asked curiously.

“He didn’t! He didn’t say anything. I don’t know what to do— I feel like such a fucking idiot, Wonsang. He probably hates me forever. I’m so stupid for telling him how I feel.” You knocked your head against the desk repeatedly, drowning in your misery until you heard Wonsang scoff.

“You’re not stupid for confessing to him, but you are for jumping to conclusions before you hear his answer.” Wonsang said simply, but you could barely process the words that came out of his mouth. The thought of even seeing Sangyeop at the dorm later made your stomach twist.

But you would have to face him eventually— it was unavoidable. And the time came right after 5 pm.

You walked back into your dorm, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. You were barely even breathing as you tried to take your shoes off and get to your room before you had to come into contact with Sangyeop. Unfortunately for you and your plan, he was waiting for you in the living room.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

You sucked in a breath and cursed yourself mentally. What were you even going to say to him? What was he going to say to you?

You shuffled to the living room where Sangyeop had stood up from his spot on the couch. He took one step forward and you subsequently took one step back. You had never been more scared than right now. You weren’t scared of Sangyeop; you didn’t think that was even possible. But you were scared of the situation, and even more scared of the outcome. The possibility of rejection was scary, but the possibility of losing Sangyeop was even more painful. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

“Are you going to leave? Am I going to lose you?” You let your biggest fears spill out of your mouth before Sangyeop could get a word in. You didn’t like the seriousness of his expression; it was too unlike him.

His face morphed into one of astonishment, “Why would you think that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here… and I’m staying.” He said firmly, as if he knew you needed extra reassurance. You nodded slowly, hearing his words and letting them ease the nerves in the pit of your stomach and slow the racing of your heart. Sangyeop led you to sit down on the couch next to him, and you braced your heart for whatever you would hear.

“I just thought… you would hate me after last night.” You confessed meekly. 

“First of all, I could never hate you. And about what you did last night… I was kind of waiting for it to happen.” He said slowly. 

Your eyes widened, “W-what do you mean? You’re not mad at me for crashing your date? But what about the girl— I thought you said she was cute.” You spluttered, confused.

Sangyeop just shook his head a little amused, “You really don’t know, do you? Yeah, she was pretty, but nowhere near as pretty as you are. I’ve liked you for… what… 3 years now? Maybe longer?” Sangyeop’s eyes drifted up to the ceiling as he thought, meanwhile you could only open your mouth slightly in shock. 

“What about Hayoung— You were still dating her 2 years ago.” You pressed. It was hard to ignore the sudden warmth you felt in your chest, but you forced yourself to not get too excited just yet. There were still too many unanswered questions.

“Honestly? Dating Hayoung was me trying desperately to get my mind off of you. It was stupid, I know, but it worked for a while. Until Hayoung realized I was pining for you the entire time.” He laughed, and you suddenly couldn’t get enough of the sound. “But she didn’t get mad at me for it… She said she knew all along, and she tried to get me to confess to you. I couldn’t do it, though. I was too scared. So I tried to forget about my feelings for you and date someone else again… hence all the blind dates. When you started setting up new ones for me after they failed, I kind of accepted that I didn’t have a chance with you anymore.” 

You breathed out slowly, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. It was almost hard to contain just how much you adored the man who stood before you. You wanted to melt into his arms and kiss his face and tell him again and again how much you loved him. But you waited for him to finish talking first.

“I know you. I knew that if you liked me, you wouldn’t let me date another girl without rejecting you first. And I was right.” He smiled, a hint of fondness in his eyes. “Although, I never expected you to be so bold about it.” He added as an afterthought with a laugh. Your cheeks flared in embarrassment. The decision you made last night had been rather rash. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve thought that one through.” You mumbled out.

“Don’t be.” Sangyeop breathed, “If anything, I think it made me fall for you even more.” You glanced at his eyes, taken aback with how much warmth and love and assurance filled them.

“Are you sure you really like me?” You asked quietly, aware of how you and Sangyeop were both subtly shifting closer to each other on the sofa. His face was mere inches from yours at this point, and his eyes bore into yours, neither of you able to look away from the other.

“Yes. I like you— I love you. I’ve loved you for 3 years.” He said sincerely, and that was all you needed to hear to get the confidence to pull him closer. His lips colliding with yours felt like the most perfect thing in the world. You fit together like puzzle pieces— like you were always meant to be.

He kissed you like he had been waiting his entire lifetime to do it, like this was his only chance to. And you never wanted it to end— the softness of his lips moving against yours, or his hands in your hair pulling you slightly closer, or the smell of his cologne and the taste of his lips invading your senses. You would have them all last for a million years if you could. 

Everything felt right at last; it was perfection. He was perfection.

↳ lucy taglist: @eternalgyu,, @evalevaeva,, @weird-bookworm,, @seunghancore,, @kangtaehyunzzz

[princess-of-the-corner]

…k, I WASN’T thinking of Hawks being her dad, but now I AM. Not sure how that works exactly - I don’t imagine Hawks would leave his kid if he knew about her - & we are NOT killing him, soooo…honestly, I’m not sure how to feel about Hawks being her bio-dad? Like, I feel like that might be something they figure out fairly early.

Okay now I'm thinking on it more.

This is gonna get a little fucked up so

The whole deal that Hawks made with the Commission when he was a fucking child is just.

"So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy That defines you as company property? That waivers your say in autonomy?"

So yeah they just. Collected some DNA samples at some point. Then when the main plot of bnha kicks in Hawks just. Stops taking orders from them. They try to get him under control, but the whole of society has shifted in ways that they can't force him to continue being their puppet without everything they've done getting put on blast, they look into other options.

And while there's plenty of hopefuls, none are quite as good. And tbh since most of the Heroes know what happened to Nagant and Hawks, they're protective of anyone the Commission scouts so while there's still Heroes getting made, they're not getting their 'special little soldier' out of any of them.

So whoever is in charge of this project decides to just make a child from scratch. And since they can guarantee a good Quirk with Hawks' DNA being added in.... then instead of choosing some random woman they go with one of them hoping that the bio-connection between the child and her handler would result in said child being much more obedient (after all, one of the reasons Hawks was so obedient was them having his mom in custody and knowing that defiance would result in hurting her).

This is also like. Their fuck you to all of the Heroes. Because like. Between Hawks, Nagant, and the Todorokis, they..... kinda set the groundwork for the idea. So the Commission members would know and get a chuckle out of it. And god the devastation and guilt they'd feel if they ever /did/ find out.

And yeah the result is Nijiko. And baby goes through a LOT.

I'm not sure how she'd end up escaping? All I can imagine is one episode of Castle(The Good, The Bad, & The Baby) where someone involved grows a conscience and decides to get her out of there. They manage to make it away from whatever facility is holding her, but are fatally injured. The Heroes find them first but can't get any info from the corpse and Nijiko isn't really talking much.

The Commission is PISSED but can't really show their hand here because Nijiko was kept hidden there's no record of her so her mom can't be like 'oh thanks for finding my baby!' because while she can prove bio-relation there's no record of her existing and that'd raise red flags.

So they just. Have to wait it out and try to get their hands on her again and just put her through their 'training program' later.

And ofc Hawks has no idea about any of this. Like if prompted he might remember the Commission taking some DNA samples or something(but also given the Commission they might not have told him that's what they were doing). But even then the idea of someone using those samples to make a kid....

I think it'd be a while before anyone makes the connection on the bio stuff because like.

So Hawks is. He does not want kids. Given his own traumas, he can't see himself being any kind of good father. Even after he gets a bit of therapy, he still doesn't want to chance it. And considering my endgame ship is him and Toya, who is also in the 'I have a lot of trauma and feel that I should not be trusted as a father', they're not planning to have kids ever.

However if there was a bullshit situation like this where he found out he had a bio kid of some sort, he's not going to abandon said child and he'd try to be a good parent. Same with Toya tbh. And they would be good at it! Trauma makes them scared to try and they wouldn't be perfect but they're capable of figuring things out and asking for help!

Which is why I think it'll be a while before they figure it out since the kid is for the Shoji-Tokoyami family instead of those two. Have Fumikage and/or Mezo find the kid and take them in and then a few years down the line after everyone in the family has established in their heads that they're Nijiko's dads. Hawks is def like. An uncle though. Partly in a 'the extended family' way but also birds of a feather flock together and all that.

Not sure how they'd find out. Maybe something genetic pops up that makes them look into it? Maybe her mom tries something to get her back and ends up revealing the situation? Who knows.

At this point they would tell Hawks and yeah he'd be a bit messed up about the situation and feeling guilty for the fact a kid was made to go through what he did. (Everyone is quick to assure him that it's not his fault!!). He wouldn't try to be anything more than an uncle though because he knows Nijiko has actual good parents now and he's still a part of her life, so trying to adjust that isn't good.

They'd tell Nijiko when she's like. Old enough to comprehend the situation.

[snarky-art]

Alrighty I’ve finally finished season 5

I hate how obvious it is they’re trying to tone the show down completely to even lower audience demographic. The first 3 seasons were for kids but there was actual peril and darker concepts and stuff that were much more interesting damn you Nickelodeon and your desperate attempt to keep the most squeaky clean image ever not only does it not work it’s costing stories and plot

I REFUSE to believe Stella would be a bad fashion designer with how much she loves fashion (I know it was a joke in s1 too but I still refuse). Plus, avant-garde is a thing and she would serve

That boat that was sent from Andros was def made exclusively for the winx there is NO WAY that style exists anywhere else on that planet for land related peoples with all of its hard lines and industrial style architecture with its limited color palettes

The nautical themed outfits are cute but Bloom’s looks SO overdone to me and Stella,, my sweet babygorl,, wtf did you do to your own fit?? Aisha’s poodle puff braid ftw also

Harmonix was totally useless BUT I still like the flower petal aesthetic vibe (even tho only Flora is a nature floral lady) and some of the color combos. Bloom in pink is still a no tho, which is something I mainly hate because of how obvious it is they started integrating it into her more to make her more marketable for toy lines and shit

Where did the gems that were already on the starfish thing for sirenix come from?

The amount of times the girls all gasp or ooo or ahh and go like “wow!” “so cool!” “amazing!”,, I will kill I feel like I’m watching a 1990s or early 2000s anime dub I hate it I hate it I hate it

Icy would NOT simp like this (shoutout to her leaving Valtor when he got ugly and telling him that’s why she’s leaving him)

The relationship drama was just as stupid and hamfisted as I thought it was from an outside skim of the season based off of secondhand knowledge ie posts and gifs. Also, Krystal did nothing wrong, she’s just autistic and Helia would NOT introduce Flora as anything other than the love of his life.

Timmy and Tecna also have one of the healthiest relationships why tf is everyone trying to give them advice like this they’ve all been dating for YEARS why are all of y’all so insecure like this? The writers really said fuck everyone’s character development even more than they already had

I continue to not give a shit about skoom also this was just exhausting I can’t do it

Also that is NOT Luna and Radius. That “he wouldn’t say that!” meme is ME SOOOO MUCH during this season at so many people but I actually started YELLING about Luna being some sort of soft gorl while Radius is this prideful ignoramus

Sirenix giving Aisha that blonde hair while knowing about the insane white washing to come in the future is something I Think About

The sirenix song does bop also, although I’m so sorry to say I don’t think I’m as big of a fan of it as a lot of people are but maybe that’ll change as I hear it more please forgive me

Also, Musa’s little coffee grinder move during her sirenix transformation? So cute, wish we actually got to see it more than like 2 times. Damn you shortened sirenix transformarion sequence

Im convinced Tecna doesn’t actually know karate, she just thinks it looks cool so she mimics it. Same with Flora and her ballet/lyrical looking poses she does during her sirenix transformation sequence. She doesn’t actually know those styles of dance, she just thinks they looks neat and tries to copy it.

Dark sirenix, you’re slaying thank you for your service

Bloom, you can’t insult Diaspro and remind her you’re a princess in that fucking dress while she’s serving cunt like that

The combat is soooo slow compared to previous seasons I hate it

The rigging throughout this season was a MESS

They should go after the handful of companies that are actually responsible for the majority of pollution and destroy them and their ceos a la Flora season 1 core

Where did they put all of that trash they got out of the ocean? They went to the pacific trash island and cleaned it up. Where did it go? I’m so curious

All of the kings are so STUPID too the whole meetup thing was so dumb like just fucking,, help each other you know it makes more sense

AND PUT SOME MF RESPECT ON THE WINX’S NAMES, ALL OF THEM. They are GUARDIAN FARIES who have saved the magical world HOW MANY TIMES NOW??? Bites the writers bites the writers bites the writers

Their little dance workout outfits? Hatred. I miss the old ones so much. All of these outfits from this season,, it’s so clear cishet people were the main ones designing the clothes I hate it so much it’s not the same kind of tacky and camp that the first 3 seasons had. The only good things I can say about the dance outfits is that Flora’s purple leg warmers were cute, Aisha’s color palette was nice, and Bloom’s was very Bloom core

Icy: you guys are helping me??

Darcy and Stormy: I mean, yeah, we aren’t talking to you rn, but you’re still out sister

Me: OUGH🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

I forgot Roy existed🥲

Daphne being brought back like this still seems so bleh to me knowing how they don’t really do shit with it and about how it was done only because they retconned all the og stuff from canon and to continue to milk the franchise until it’s teats are dry and chapped BUT I’m glad she does a little spinny at the end of the season with Bloom so at least I got that

that’s all I got for now

Shout out to @charmixpower for suffering through this all with me.

We watched the first half of the series in like 2 or 3 sittings that took place months apart, and then did the last half in one 8 hour sitting

I couldn’t have gotten through it without yelling at each other and making shitty jokes.

The psychic damage you inflicted on me throughout this was awful but I would do it all again in a heartbeat (but not really because good lird this was EXCRUCIATING sorry bestie💕💕💕)

Anyway onto season 6 now I GUESS

[dansconcepts]

Megamind Komahina AU (MegaLuck)

I saw this post on Youtube by @/Mcdonalds-Qiqi and I was like I should 100% write about this. And that's what I did. It's not done, like, at all, but it's prob the longest thing I've ever written (6000 words is a lot for me). I rewatched Megamind for it and that was a fun watch and YES this is 100% just Megamind but with Komahina flavouring so have a little taste with some scenes under the cut.

(Also this wasn't gonna be my first writing post but I mean I'm silly at heart sometimes yknow.)

If someone asked Komaeda how he was doing, he’d usually respond with “Fine, but I’m sure my luck will kick in at some point.” Had they asked him now, he’d say, “Ah, I’m fine” and not dwell any further on what would be considered quite an unlucky day. Alas, good luck will surely come out of this, even if his body is used as a vessel to do so. 

Falling from a high depth does not feel like flying. 

It just feels like falling from a high altitude, and an instinctive part of himself still wants to salvage this, remain alive even after losing essentially everything. He always loses everything in the end, doesn’t he? This is something he’s prepared for his entire life. Yet, of course, it still doesn’t seem to curb that jolt of displeasure that permeates through his body, the uncertainty in knowing that you want to cling and push everything away at the same time just to preserve your… emotions, fickle as they are. [But he’s the reason he’s here, after all].

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When it came down to it, he was lucky to live, even if that luck is substantiated by losing his parents and meeting the other that had everything given to him on a silver platter. 

He and Naegi weren’t in the same class, but whenever his luck struck, Makoto was there to stop it, and everyone blamed him for the bad things that happened. He couldn’t hate them for it either. He blames himself too.

Some people don't really believe in such unseeable forces. Yet how else could he explain a plane going rogue, and being the only living being to see the terrible aftermath of it? Of experiencing being kidnapped, and being able to get out of that? Who else could it be besides Lady Luck?

Yet he is grateful to her. Otherwise, how else would he be rich? Be smart of mind, besides being tainted in health? He should be grateful...

He should be.

But he looks at his arm and only speaks to the metal that is there, the little characters on the screen being his only company. Everyone else stares at the teacher pointing at the board toward something he figured out already, when he last snuck a glance at it anyway. Now, he's left with his familiar position of facing brown wallpaper. It's a very boring brown. It's worse when he has to hear his classmates talking about him. They're all so void of doing anything useful.

"Can we pwease pwease pwease do something?! This is, like, soooo boring!"

The class hushes her, along with her fellow companion on the screen. Indeed, his classmates would be more useful in another way. They're so predictable.

In a quieter tone, the pink-haired girl looks up from the console in her hands to say, "You can go play the quiet game, Junko. That'll surely entertain you, I think." And immediately looks back down. Junko squawks her protests. He wonders if Chiaki is actually playing a game, or if the sprite's just for show.

Nagito hums. The AI instantly blinks at him, crossing her arms. "The fuck? What's got you looking so happy?"

"Hope is going to be plentiful today."

"What the hell's that supposed to mea-"

BOOM!

"OH HELL YEAH!"

"JUNKO!!!"

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Hajime blearily opens his eyes. Light blinds his vision, and he blinks it away. As it clears, fluffy white hair and pale skin greet him, a white T-shirt hanging loosely off their thin frame. Their long eyelashes frame the entrancing evergreen eyes, with a foggy dreaminess melting into him. Is this an angel?

"Oh, you're awake." The voice says. 

Who...? "Leave me alone."

The person steps back. "Sorry, I'm not about to do that when you look that tired. Are you okay? You seem pretty out of it."

He stares outside. There's a beautiful moon out, and again, no stars. Typical. "...It's been a rough day." He cuddles the soft fabric closer. So nice and warm-

Wait... soft fabric?

He immediately looks down to the dark green clothing in his hand.

"Oh, yeah, you started shivering so I just gave you my sweater. You're free to keep it if you want."

His face burns, and he wordlessly tosses the sweater back. "Thanks, but I'm fine. Who are you? I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else besides Touko."

The pale man's smile turns serene. "Ah, I’m new, I started a while back. I’m helping Touko clear out some essentials since the building is getting renovations. It should be happening fairly soon, so let’s get out of here, shall we?"

"Really?" He doesn't recall anything like that happening, but he wouldn't be surprised considering Naegi is...

"Alright, I’ll come with you."

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"Junko. Where the hell is Komaeda?" Hajime snarls.

Now, Nagito knows he should say something to that, but… He said my name.

"Uh…" He stutters. 

"Junko! Don't hurt him!" He hears his own voice say. He looks to his arm, where Junko's sprite sends a cheeky wink. He should probably figure out when she decided to record his voice later...

Unfortunately for him, Hajime only glares at him harder. "I will not fucking hesitate, you bitch! Let him go!"

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Hajime’s taking quite a while. He doesn’t resent it, he shall wait however long he needs to, but this is a little unusual for him. If anything, Hajime’s quite punctual. He can’t even talk to Junko or Chiaki, since they seem to have closed off their connection with him.

The reporter finally shows up, a little messy. His ahoge is more limp than normal. He swiftly pulls the velvet chair to sit on. "God, sorry I'm late Komaeda." He huffs.

"Oh, it's no worries, Hinata-kun. I understand why you might not have wanted to come for trash like m-"

"No! It's not that!" He's quickly met with. The white-haired man easily smiles. So easy. The frown turns into a pout. "Oh, you're teasing me again."

"Haha, sorry. It's really fun." Hajime opens his mouth to protest. Ah, can't have that. "What happened?" He shoots out.

The other's mouth shuts closed. Olive eyes stare him down warily, and he tilts his head. The look is 100% his we're not done with this topic but I'm dropping it because you really love doing this shit, yet he really just wants to know what has Hajime so disheveled. If someone hurt him-

Hajime immediately dives into what happened within the past few hours, being tossed around by Fragment and how Fragment's his best friend while he's left with dread pooling within him.

"I love him, I do, but right now he really doesn't need these powers. The last thing he needs is another reason to feel perfect for Sonia. I’ve been trying to help him deal with rejection, but this really… really fucked with him. And shit went down."

Why would Fragment attack Hinata-kun, this wasn't meant to happen-

Hajime shuts his eyes. He rubs his temples. "I'd rather not deal with all this. Let's just eat."

He resists the urge to bite his lip. The temptation to comfort is so high, but knowing he was the cause of it...

Furrowed eyes meet his gaze, and soften. He gulps. A tanned hand reaches out, and he reaches out his own-

For his glass.

"To you, Komaeda, for being the not insane part of my life right now." Hajime grins, lifting his cup in the air.

Komaeda chuckles politely. If only you knew.

"I'm always happy to be with you, Hajime."

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[He's hoping to get lucky one last time.]

“Providing hope… feels pretty good.”

[lemonlover1110]

Ch 2 was sooo good whew!!! I really feel bad for y/n as it must’ve been so so hard to raise her baby by herself knowing satoru was starting a whole new life without her. Somehow I feel like his mom is behind him leaving and marrying someone else since it seemed she didn’t like y/n from the beginning and probably didn’t want satoru to marry her 👀 I have a feeling she probably threatened him with something or held something over his head to get him to do what she wanted. Something is definitely fishy about her which makes me doubt that satoru had intentionally hurt y/n since it seemed like he loved her soooo much and was constantly thinking that he couldn’t live without her (before their breakup)

I’m excited to see what happens next and if satoru is gonna be angry that his mom made y/n keep quiet about their son. (But also I’m a lil confused cause mrs gojo made y/n promise not to tell satoru about their son and then pretty much forced y/n to work in the company and then the nanny that was sent by her didn’t come through so y/n had to take her son with her to work where satoru was and mrs gojo would’ve known that? It’s not like she could’ve just left the 4 year old at home!! I feel like she orchestrated something idk 🧐)

maybe she did orchestrate something or maybe not🤭 but just here to tell y'all that Mrs. Gojo is not reader's friend (at least not yet)

[the-showfall-worker]

Another day goes by where you can't help anyone you care about! Does it make you feel bad? Do you feel guilty that you're useless?

I wouldn't have got away if there were 3. You could have helped them!

–Cassius

1. you’re bullying a child on tumblr.com

2. i’m in the hospital right now, funnily enough because of that same company YOU work for. i literally CAN’T LEAVE

3. i mean… you’re kind of disagreeing with yourself here. calling me useless then saying i could’ve helped them?? pick a side, assius. or should i call you cassie? cass? casshole is a funny one too.

if i’m soooo useless, i really couldn’t have helped them. i’m doing the best i can by getting this damn technology out of my body. it’s just… taking a while. that’s all…

[gordonengineswifenirmal]

3 years now and counting for me. N even when u did, wasn’t that often. Sometimes as little as once or twice in a year. I was ashamed I wasn’t as ‘productive’ then. I was conditioned by society, n I also knew little about asexual then. I was desperate for acceptance, and wanted to be loved. Instead, I was used n made a fool of. Repeatedly.

Now, I’m redefining what it’s like to be single. I’m making single a badass thing to be instead of taboo.

It’s liberating. I finally get to make up the rules. Not having to share a bed is excellent. Doing what u want without having to worry if ur good looking enough, if they really love u, if they’re cheating, if they’re using u, if they actually love or desire someone else more, if they have diseases, etc. is an incredible feeling. I used to be very lonely. I’ve learned to be me own best company, n accept meself.

Everytime id meet blokes, it started to become routine. They’d pretend to be nice. Some would try to stick around. Some would smash, pass n b on their way to the next victim. They knew what they were doing, n I had been a bit too optimistic that they were different this time. I started losing interest and attraction. I no longer had crushes on anyone. The men I was with were varying degrees on the looks s take, n yet I felt the same. It was increasingly take or leave it. I started seriously considering the latter more. After awhile, the feeling became the same for all of them :

And I got very sick of the charade. I wasn’t getting anything out of it. I’d try to pretend I was into them. I’d be somewhat attracted at best. Me whole heart wasn’t into it. I began to feel that way with sex n romance in general. It honestly began to feel like I was trying to drag meself to a job I wasn’t happy in, but I had no idea there were other options. I also started losing attraction in general, n at first that scared n confused me. It was a new feeling. It wasn’t necessarily bad, just very unfamiliar. I felt….lost and confused af.

Eventually, I became more comfortable in me own skin. I still battle cliches, stereotypes, assumptions, n false rumours, but only because those people are uncomfortable n unhappy with themselves, n they want to project that on me, to make themselves feel better.

Im happier. Being alone isn’t a curse. It doesn’t HAVE to be depressing. It’s like an empty room - if COULD be depressing - if u choose to leave it that way. But, you can dress it up, you can use it as a blank canvas, and have fun with it. See the positives in it.

People who have the chutzpah to say yeah, I’m single n not interested in anyone have a unique strength. They stand up for themselves n own it. They r super self reliant. It’s soooo much better to hear than ‘oh yeah, I bedded x number of people, and I’m experienced I’m so sexy look at me, u know u want me.’ That’s a coward. They hide behind a false ego, n it makes them weak. They have to rely on other people and their vices to get by. They’re as sad as addicts. In a way, they are addicts.

Then there’s us - not having to fight for bed space or covers. Not having to deal with a jealous partner if u want to go do some activity. Not having to wonder if they r doing something u may need to b concerned about. No concern that they might have given u an std. U can eat, watch, listen to, whatever - u want. U can go enjoy events. I love seeing other single people doing their thing, not bowing to social pressure. Hell, when you realise u can get the job done with a cracking imagination n some vibrators, n not feel shitty, guilty, or awkward afterwards……that alone is worth it!

For me, men have been replaced by trains, and I’ve definitely upgraded.

There is more to life than sex n romance, and it’s definitely worth thinking out of the box to explore.

[deerblossoms]

i’m deeply fucking cursed. every pen i’ve journaled with in the past month has died. i JUST bought a new pen, used it once, and it’s already dead the next day. what the fuck??????!? like at first, when this started happening, i was joking about a silly little pen curse during the retrograde. now i think it’s me. this used to happen when i was in high school, too. when i was journaling all the time back then. so fucking weird.

kayla and i are on a week and a half break, not talking until the 18th or 20th or so, and it feels okay on my end. i’ve noticed i’ve completely stopped stressing about the relationship. but i’ve also noticed nobody texts me. kinda sucks! really sucks. i’m trying desperately to find people to go see challengers again with and nobody has the time. jack moves back today, finished their first year of college and i’m so proud of them. they’ll be closer next year which will be great. i am making a quick note here to say i’m soooo over the gabby luna sitch that i don’t even feel like writing about it. detaching myself. other people’s lives aren’t my own. and i certainly don’t need to worry about the lives of people who can’t even text me more than once every few months. jesus!

i don’t know. i feel so weird today. i couldn’t get myself up and at em today and spent all morning doomscrolling and watching SATC. yesterday i came home before leaving for work, sat down on the couch to catch my breath, and immediately started crying. couldn’t even figure out why. still don’t know! i’m not doing amazing, i don’t think. i was for a moment, when the cherry blossoms were out, but now i don’t know what to do with myself. i have the day off and i have no clue how to spend it. i might spend it watching tv all day, which i kind of want to do. could watch eternal sunshine and the social network and binge SATC. maybe i’ll put the footage i captured onto my computer. i need editing software so i can do something with it, though. lol! i did just get paid so i could shell out for FCP but i feel as though that’s unwise. is it? i have no clue. i guess maybe i need to just accept the loneliness i’m feeling, embrace it, stop trying to fill it or replace it. stop keeping myself busy and just be lonely, keep my own company. watch a lot of tv.

it’s funny how little i care about something after its time has passed. i was so excited to go see the barbie movie and then i didn’t, and now i doubt i’ll ever watch it. i have no wish to. i finally realized luna and i would never be real friends the way things stand right now, so i’ve stopped caring. javi doesn’t text me so i don’t text him anymore. everything comes and goes. once i know someone’s not interested in me i lose my crush on them completely. i forget about everything, and once i forget, it stops mattering even after i remember. this is actually a conversation i should be having in therapy because i can hear myself kinda spouting BS a little but i’m not sure how to call it on my own. high school was so awful and now it’s a million years ago. everything passes. life is a river and you never see the same wave twice. it’s probably not good for me that i haven’t written poetry in so long. though i remember i used to always say it was a “bad sign if i was writing poetry again”. truth is though, if i’m doing badly i should be writing about it. i’m trying to convince myself to start making art again. fill up my sketchbook with whatever. rip myself from my phone and put my anxious energy into my art. whatever that art is. i just feel so pathetic lately. so nothing. i feel like i could melt away and i would be as much use to the world as a puddle. sometimes i feel like i’m just here to entertain everyone else and i’m not living for myself. everyone loves me, everyone cares about me, everyone’s happy to see me, but nobody wants to spend time with me. nobody reaches out unless i reach my hand out first. nobody even has the time to go to a fucking movie with me. i’m just the eternal manic pixie dream girl. kayla reaches out, i guess. but that’s something else. we don’t have anything to say to each other. when i’m with her i don’t have any passions or dreams or aspirations. i’m just a body next to hers. old wise man with a guiding light when she needs it. and it doesn’t feel good, and it’s not her fault. it’s completely inexplicable.

anyway i’m sad. obviously LOL this is such a depressive pessimistic entry. i’m trying to quit biting my cuticles and i’m not doing well at it. i keep forgetting until i’ve already got the skin half-ripped between my teeth. and by then, might as well. i’m so over begging for company. people can come to me. people can make plans with me. people can do that or i can do things on my own, like always. maybe i want to be alone because i know every book and therapist and person will tell me this is an awful plan. no good to stop trying with other people. but i want to. i’m tired of trying. and i know i’m loved, i know i’m cared about. i’ve just started to feel like a monkey with cymbals in their hands. everyone’s off doing something important with their life, going somewhere, working towards something, caring and living and i’m the little kid on the couch, just waiting till they come home. i don’t feel like my own person anymore. i keep checking my messages, obsessively, looking for that little red dot. WHAT ever. it’s cold out and i finished my coffee and i feel very small.

[scarletwinterxx]

my thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again - lee jeno scenario

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It was like a joke made by the universe, you never ending up with guys your age. It’s either their older or a bit younger than you. Of course none of those ever end well. Dating someone older just never works because you’re in two different timelines of your lives, there’s just things in life you can’t quite agree on. On the other hand, dating someone younger half of the time feels like you can never fully express yourself. You always have to be the one to understand, to adjust, to be the mature one. 

The dilemma is entirely on you though. Whenever guys your age approach you, you just run the other way. You’re way too picky, so your friends say. They say you’ll never find the one for you if you keep on passing up on every opportunity. 

“You think the arcade is a good place to find a guy?” you ask your friend, already not feeling good about tonight. If anything you’d rather be at home right now. 

“It’s arcade night, the school council organized this so a lot of other students is here. Maybe you finally find someone cute enough to take home”

“Sounds like a start of a horror movie” you mumbled, following behind her as she squeezes her way through the crowd. She walks over the counter to get a bag to tokens for the both of you before going off on her own leaving you all by yourself. 

“Just great” you mumble to yourself. Not knowing what to do, you just walk over the game machines to pass the time. You’re already here anyways might as well make it something of it. 

You’re on your fourth claw machine of night, you already got a few prizes but you already gave them away to the other students who were more than happy to have them. Just when you’re about to secure the cute puppy plushie, you feel someone stand close by. Not paying that much attention, they’re probably waiting for their turn. 

Clicking on the grab button twice, you secured the prize once again. 

“Oh dang, I wanted to get that one” the person behind you say, turning around to offer it to him but you were a bit taken aback by him. 

You’re not going to lie, he’s very handsome. Probably the most good looking person in the room. You remember your friend saying a lot of students came out tonight so you’re wondering how come you never met him. 

“I think I might have set that one up for the win” he chuckles, looking at the prize in your hand “Oh sorry I didn’t know someone was playing” you answer, now feeling guilty about potentially stealing this win from him. 

“Yea I just grabbed more tokens, you won fair and square though” he says with a smile. In contrast with his other strong features, his eye smile definitely stands out the most. When he smiled, his eyes disappeared almost completely. 

“Here, you can have it if you want” Surprised by your offer, he didn’t immediately take the prize from you so you grabbed his arm to put it in his hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea totally, not really aiming for the prize. I’m just here to pass time plus my friend kinda ditched me so I have nothing else to do”

Again, he smile at you. Not really knowing what to say next you just shot him a smile before moving on to find your next prize. 

“Hey, uhm you said your friend ditched you?” you hear him ask

“Yea, she kinda went off earlier I haven’t seen her since”

“If you want, I can keep you company for a while. I swear I’m not a bad guy or anything. You can check my ID to confirm that I do go to the same campus” he points at the school logo on your jacket

“I wasn’t thinking that but thanks” you chuckle, 

“Oh wait, I’m Jeno by the way”

“Y/N”

“I saw the air hockey table earlier, want to go there?” you ask him

And that’s how you unexpectedly spent the rest of the night. After playing a few games and winning most of them but you doubt he’s just letting you have the win. You don’t call him out about though. To be honest, you were having a grand time with Jeno even though you just met him. 

“I’m a communications major”

“Engineering” 

“You’re an engineering student and you have time to be here?” he laughs at your question, “Yea, shocking right. We don’t get to have that much free time, I just so happen to finish my plates early and my roommate sexiled me for the night”

You laugh at his explanation, not expecting him to be this honest with you. ”Well you can’t be here all night, where will you go after the event?”

“Not sure, maybe stay at a convenient store or something. Rather do that than accidently walk in dorm in the middle of them doing the deed. You?”

“No roommates kicked me out, more like dragged me out here”

It’s been a good couple of hours, you probably have played all games you could. 

“Hey, want to take a picture? I still have two tokens left” Jeno points at the vacant photobooth. 

“Sure” 

You scoot inside taking a seat first with Jeno following behind you. It was a tight space inside so you’re shoulder to shoulder with him. 

“Which one do you want to do?” he asks you, pointing at the screen

“Let’s do the four cut one”

“Okay, ready?”

The screen flashes the count down 

3

2

1

For the first picture both of you were smiling, after the flash the two of you burst out laughing. You didn’t hear the countdown go off so you were still laughing meanwhile Jeno was just looking at you with a small smile on his face. All he could think to himself was how cute your laugh was and how pretty you looked smiling. 

That’s how the second picture came out. 

The next one you hear the countdown so you calm down, looking over at Jeno only to find him already looking at you. 

“What? Is there something on my face?”

Jeno just shakes his head, still smiling at you. 

Click. That’s the third photo. 

“Do you want to maybe go out after this? Get coffee or dinner?” he asks

If this was any other occasion, if this was any other guy you’d say no by now but something about him just made you want to say yes. 

“Sure, how about dinner then coffee?” you answer with a smile. Click.

When the two of you step out of the booth and wait for the photos to develop, you exchange phone numbers to keep in touch. When the two photo strips finally drop, you take one look at it and you can already feel the blush on your cheeks. 

“Cute” you hear Jeno mumble from beside you. 

“You’re keeping this right?” you ask him “Of course, what else would I do with it?”

“I dunno, throw it after this”

“No way, want me to put this on our fridge door?” you laugh at his suggestion, not sure if he’s joking or not. “I’m serious”

‘Yah Lee Jeno, don’t do that” you say in between giggles, again Jeno could only think how he liked how his name sounded when you’re the one who say it. 

It really was luck he decided to come out here tonight, or else he would’ve never bumped into you. Saying a mental thank you to his roommate for kicking him out tonight, he might just buy him dinner too if this night ends on a better note. 

“I’ll see you again after tonight right?” he asks

“You’re taking me out for dinner right? so yea. Unless you’re too busy”

“No, no I’m not that busy”

You smile at him again, feeling like he answered too quickly. 

“It’s okay if you are, it doesn’t even have to be a fancy dinner out. To be honest I prefer a simple dinner at home” you reassure him

“I’m not a good cook though” an unintentional pout forms on his lips, it took everything in you not to swoon then and there

“Good thing I am, so all is good” his face lights up once again upon hearing your words. 

You’re not sure yet where this will go. It’s still too soon to tell but one thing’s for sure, Lee Jeno isn’t just some guy. He’s not lilke the rest you’ve met before, and even though you only met him you can already say it with confidence because no guy has made you feel this comfortable and safe. It’s like you know you’re safe with him. 

“How about for tonight I walk you home?”

Maybe, just maybe this time the universe decided to make amends and make up for all the failed attempts with all the guys you’ve met in the past.  

[sang-woos]

blurred lines - cho sang-woo

word count; 6.5k. cw; smut, oral sex (f recieving), sex, dirty talk? authors note; please ignore any mistakes, i'm dyslexic and i haven't wrote in soooo long. please enjoy! this is my first sang-woo fic & it's most likely ooc but i don't mind too much. feedback is appreciated and requests are open but just for sang-woo at the moment as i'm feeling mega inspired to write for him. thank you for reading!

You knew that you should have been concentrating on the work in front of you, the list of numbers slowly becoming nothing but jargon on a spreadsheet after around a minute but you simply couldn’t, the thought of your boss stuck in your brain and refusing to leave taking over the most of your working morning.

One of the first things that you noticed about your boss was his eyes, they were almost deadly. It was clear that he had a lifetime of stories behind him, the wrinkles on his forehead showing the stress of the last decade and running such an elite company in a abhorrant world that would do anything to throw him to the bottom of the ladder again. Sang-woo was strong though, Sang-woo had seen it all and he knew that he had power within his company, just his presence in the office enough to have everyone sitting up straight in their chairs and a good-natured smile on their face as their boss walked up and down, double checking the work of some of the employees he had his eyes on due to complaints and general bad feelings.

You can remember the first time you laid eyes on him. You had been working at his company for a mere two weeks and the infamous CEO was nothing but a rumour and a good conversation starter over lunch. It was clear that the people he had hired were gossipers, every aspect of Sang-woo’s life put on blast whenever he was out of town for a while. Did he have a wife? Did he have a child? Why was he always so miserable? It was questions that everyone wondered and asked but not you - you didn’t know him, you didn’t care for him and as long as your wages were in your bank account at the end of the month, you were completely fine with your boss being such a mystery like the others liked to make out. However, you kind of understood the obsessions around the older gentleman when you first saw him, your breath stopping for a brief second.

There was no doubt that Sang-woo was the boss. There was a natural aura that surrounded him, screaming dominance and fear. The gold watch on his wrist and the expensive suit a clear example of his wealth, his pout almost cute to you as he examined some spreadsheets in front of him, his assistant wobbling on about numbers which Sang-woo clearly did not appreciate judging by the creased eyebrows. You admired him for a moment, taking in the way his suit was tailored perfectly for his body, his groomed hair that was done professionally, his dark eyes that met yours and then, the pouted lips that turned into a small smirk when he noticed you staring.

“I think I’m going to go and read over all these in my office,” Sang-woo said, his eyes flickering back to yours briefly before returning back to his assistant. Sang-w0o started to walk off but he quickly stopped when he heard the pattering of feet behind him, “Alone,” he finished, his eyes glaring at his assistant who simply shook his head and nodded quickly, his black shoes banging against the wooden floor in the expensive looking working area.

There was a feeling of sadness when Sang-woo was no longer in your sight. You had enjoyed admiring the handsome gentleman, it was nice to have someone that was good looking in the same room as you. It made a change to the usual boys that you were stuck with day in, day out. They were kind enough but there was nothing exciting about the people that you worked with - they would do their shifts, go home, eat food and go to bed. In the two weeks that you had been there, there was no discussion of going out for food or doing some fun activities. Everyone that you worked with was boring essentially and they much preferred whispering about the boss over a cup of coffee when they got a break than being direct and asking them questions.

Maybe there was something more to Sang-woo that you didn’t know about. There was a reason that he was alone and the staff knew nothing about their boss. You understood that there had to be a fine line between all things - Sang-woo was your boss after all and you knew that he couldn’t be best friends with the employees on the floor but it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t acknowledge anyone, didn’t praise anybody for their hard work, didn’t check to see if anyone was okay. Sang-woo seemed rather introverted, his brain and expression cut off, cut off to everyone but you, that is.

Had there been any need for that smirk? What did it mean? Was he laughing at you because he had caught you staring at him like a girl with a teenage crush - your mother had always told you that your facial expressions gave you away whenever you tried to lie or deceive. Perhaps, most definitely, Sang-woo knew that you were checking him out. You weren't ashamed of it either, he was handsome and attractive and you would appreciate someone who looked good, boss or not.

“You seem slightly preoccupied,” one of the fellow employees said. You turned to look at her and waved your hand in the air at her smug expression, perhaps she had too caught the small interaction between yourself and Sang-woo. “He’s off limits, you know?”

“I do not know what you are talking about,” you said with a fake innocence - you knew exactly what she was talking about. “I was simply just admiring the new painting that has been put up on the wall, is that a crime now?”

Your employee scoffed and shook her head, your child-like manner not fooling her nor anybody else that was eavesdropping. “He’s the boss, do you want to lose your job? Don’t think you’re the first young girl to come in here and give him the heart eyed look - you're probably the forth. Want to know what happened to those girls after their first personal meeting with Mr. Cho?” You shook your head at the question, you didn’t particularly want to know but you knew that you were going to get an answer anyways. “They didn’t last another two weeks. Seemed that the boss fucked them so good that - “

“Watch your mouth,” you spluttered, covering your ears up as your fellow employee chuckled to herself. “What point are you trying to prove here?” you asked, sitting yourself down besides your friend finally. “I don’t want to have any sexual relationship with the big boss, thank you very much. I was simply just admiring - “

“They always admire and then they always find an excuse to stay late after work and then they always end up leaving. A quick fuck whilst being bent over the CEO’s desk is not worth your job - is that understood? I’m not saying all of this to criticise you or make you feel bad for your feelings, I’m telling you this because I care and I don’t want to see you in the same position that I saw all those other girls in.”

You shook your head at your employees words, she was clearly just being dramatic about a situation that hadn't even occurred. There was no way that Sang-woo would be interested in you further than business wise, he seemed like a man who liked to keep things focused on the job and to earn as much money as possible. You also doubt that he would be romantically or sexually interested in a young woman whose only appeal was her short black skirt and pouty lips.

--

The months passed and you found yourself becoming more of an asset at the company. You began to make friends with the fellow employees and saw the appeal in the conversation when it came to the boss - you were desperate to find out more about him. Sang-woo still remained a mystery, his eyebrows furrowed whenever he walked through the office area on his own, sometimes looking angry, sometimes looking calm. There was no in-between.

The two of you had not shared a conversation, only quick glances every kn0w and again whenever no-one else was looking. You felt like a school girl crushing over one of her teachers but you couldn’t help who you found attractive nor could you help the desire to have him whenever you could.

You can remember when you first caught him shouting at someone else, it shouldn’t have turned you on but it did, ridiculously. The poor gentleman who had messed up some work for Sang-woo clearly wasn’t happy or appreciative of the lecture that he was receiving but you admired from a distance, watching as Sang-woo raised his hands around the air in frustration and slammed the notes onto the desk until they spilled onto the floor.

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked one of your employees, the same girl who had warned you about your clear infatuation for the handsome boss months ago. You thought you had done well to hide your desire for the man but she saw right through you and it had become a daily joke between the two of you that you wanted to fuck the boss.

“He messed up the notes so he’s going to get in trouble for it, probably put us back by two days. Mr. Cho might just make him stay behind after we’ve all gone to write them back up properly and sort out his mistakes but suppose it depends on how he’s feeling today - the poor guy might end up being fired.”

You nodded your head, an idea coming to you as your friend continued to ramble on about the importance of getting everything correct. If messing up once meant that you were going to be bent over Sang-woo’s desk just like you had wanted for the last two months then you were willing to risk it - a part of you not even bothering to accept the fact that you could be sacked instead.

“Looks like he got sacked,” your employee said with a deep sigh. “Shouldn’t mess up important work, should you?”

You watched as the guy who had been at the hands of Sang-woo’s anger began to clear his desk.

“Isn’t there an important meeting happening this afternoon?” you asked, your brain ticking away as you came up with the perfect plan. “Maybe I could sit in 0n the meeting and write the notes up - I’m quite good with all that stuff.”

Your employee looked at you with a smirk, you weren't fooling anyone. “I warned you about this months ago, remember? Think about what I said to you before you go in there all guns blazing without being logical. If what you have planned is what I think it is then you could end up jobless.”

“Or I could end up with exactly what I want.”

“And what’s that then?”

“The boss, of course.”

---

And somehow you were successful with your plan.

Only a couple of hours later, you were sitting in the conference room watching as Sang-woo went over some agreements or something, you weren’t entirely sure what was going on, you just knew that he looked good. The business meeting was to do with big money and it should have been a good learning experience for you but how could you concentrate on anything else other than the way his fingers held onto the cigarette he had and how hashly he sucked on it when someone was irritating him.

Then there was the way he would occasionally slip a curse word into conversation. It was something so simple but all you could think about was how it would feel when he was on top of you and the curse words were slipping from his mouth because of your body and the things that you would eventually do to him.

Sang-woo had caught you staring of course, multiple times. He tried his hardest to ignore how pretty you looked with a short skirt and white blouse on, or the way your face twisted into confusion at some of the stuff being said. He thought you were pretty and it was one of the reasons why he agreed to have you sit in on the meeting after the last incompetent fucker had messed up.

Even though Sang-woo had never personally had anything to do with you, it didn’t stop him from finding himself becoming more attached to you than you would ever believe. There was no better part of his day then when the two of you would make eye contact briefly, so much being said silently between the two of you. Sang-woo knew that you wanted him but he knew better than to give you what you wanted, especially considering the fact that you was one of his employees and he didn’t want to blur the line to much but God, all he thought about in his office was how good you looked, your smile and spanking your ass until it was red and sore.

He had heard about you throughout your time at the business. Of course, he had seen you briefly at your interview but only from a distance, he found you attractive and your application was perfect. Sang-woo made sure that you were hired.

You had started off as the new girl with a laugh loud enough that it echoed into his office - Sang-woo decided earlier on that it was his new favorite sound. A part of him was even sad when he realised that he would be away on a business trip when you first started, he found himself wanting to look at you as often as he could. He admired everything about you - from your intelligence, kindness, the bratty attitude you had heard a couple of people mention, your legs, your ass, everything. Sang-woo wanted you desperately but he tried his hardest to be professional whenever he was around you. It didn’t change the fact that when he got home, he touched his cock whilst thinking of you being bent over in your work attire.

“Is that us all finished then?” One of the clients asked as he began to gather some information together.

You broke yourself out of your daydream and looked down at the notes you had made - you were definitely in trouble when Sang-woo looked through and saw the mistakes that you had made. There was hardly any information and when there was, it was littered with spelling and grammar mistakes. You panicked slightly - what if you did lose your job? But the thought of being fucked like you deserved to be outweighed the bad thoughts. You wanted him and you were stupidly willing to risk your job to get exactly that.

--

“A word,” Sang-woo stated, nodding his head towards his office door. “Now would be appreciated.”

You looked at him dazzled for a moment before nodding your head vigorously and practically rushing past him to enter the office that was his. There was a large brown desk at one end of the room, a sophisticated looking sofa on the other side and bookshelves, lots of bookshelves. In your opinion, it was a pretty office but a bit dated, you expected something modern from a businessman like Sang-woo. Maybe he didn’t have a taste for materialistic items like you had expected.

“How can I be of help?” you asked sheepishly, knowing full well the reason that he had asked you into the office. Maybe your plan had worked? Or maybe you was about to be fired on the spot for being purposely incomptent of your job.

“Well I was reading through the notes that I asked you to write out at today’s meeting and it seems that it's just mistake after mistake after mistake, was wondering what that was all about?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. He knew, Mr. Cho was not stupid in the slightest bit. He almost admired your attempt to get into his bad books. “My assistant told me that you was good at your job and I’ve not heard a bad word about you or your work ethic so you can see why it’s a bit of a surprise when this turns up on my desk,” he continued, throwing the pile of white papers that were covered in your handwriting onto the desk, you jumped back slightly at the action.

“I’m sorry, I’m clearly having a bad day when it comes to doing administration. Any chance that I can make it up to you?”

Sang-woo rolled his eyes, you weren't the first girl to enter his office with that look in your eye. They never got what they wanted but you, you could have whatever you wanted. “Yeah, you could rewrite them back up within the hour like the good employee I expect you to be.”

You stared at him with a long face - that didn’t go how you expected. Maybe the rumours about the boss just weren't true and a lie created by the rest of the employees to give them some enjoyment in their dull lives. God, you just wanted to be fucked by him. He raidated sex appeal as he stood in front of you, both his hands now in his suit jacket and a pissed off expression on his face.

It was home time, you didn’t want to stay behind and have to write up notes. You mentally cursed yourself for purposely fucking up earlier on. It was a friday night, you were supposed to be going out and having a large glass of wine with your friends but instead, you were going to be stuck in the office with a man who clearly couldn’t stand the sight of you.

“Fancy a smoke?” he asked as he nodded towards the chair in front of his desk, giving you a chance to look at him from the opposing side. Maybe you were being deluded but you swore you saw a glimmer of humour in his face for a brief second as you rolled your eyes at him.

“I don’t smoke,” you stated, making a point of not wanting to be there by obnoxiously dragging the chair from underneath the desk. “Smoking is bad for you.”

“So is purposely messing up important notes in hopes of spending time with the boss but hey, we all do things we shouldn’t do, don’t we?” Sang-woo said - you were right, he was finding this humorous. “Well, you do at least.”

“Don’t know what you are talking about,” you mumbled quietly, your heart racing at the thought of being caught. God, you really did feel like a child. There was something about Sang-woo that was just intimidating, you were sure it was the way he stared at you as he watched you begin to rewrite the notes all over again. “Want to know what else is bad for you?”

Sang-woo took a deep, loud breath before nodding. “Humour me.”

“Having girls come into your office, fucking them and then firing them two weeks later.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes and watched as he slowly shook his head. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You shouldn’t listen to what all those lot have to say,” he answered, the cigarette he had lit hanging loosely from his fingers. “People like to spread rumours and make up vicious lies, mainly out of jealousy and boredom. I thought you had more sense about you than to listen to stuff like that.”

“You clearly know nothing about me then.”

“And you know nothing about me.”

“So tell me. Tell me how you became the CEO of a company like this, the big boss, the man who runs everyone. I bet you have the same heartbreaking story as everyone else - a poor boy, brought up on the bread line with hardly any money yet a mother who adores him, bet you made your whole family proud, didn’t you?”

“And what are you? A spoiled brat who got this job because her precious daddy put in a good word with human resources,” Sang-woo tilted his head to the side as he waited for your response to his clear dig at you. You weren't hurt though by what he had to say, you knew that it wasn’t true.

“I got this job because I am clever and because I know what I’m doing. I’m going to make something of myself, just like you made something of yourself. However, i won’t be an arrogant prick about it when I do - “

“God, you really are desperate to be bent over this desk and fucked until the only thing you can say is my name on repeat, aren’t you?” Sang-woo said with a dark chuckle. God, he really was killing you slowly. There was a part of you that wanted to run out of the room and never return, just send your notice via email and forget about the whole situation. Maybe it would be better off just being a crude memory that you think about before you go to sleep. “What? Gone all quiet now. You know it's true so there’s no point sitting there and trying to look all innocent with me.” His voice was softer this time but there was still dominance there, something in his eyes that just told you that you were in for it when the two of you had finished your conversation. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Go on,” you practically whispered, the pen in your hand that was being used to write the notes up now discarded on the table along with your dignity and morals.

“You got this job because of your intelligence, your qualifications and your determination. I read your application and I thought it was the best one out of everyone’s, you do have the talent to go further than this and I want to help you along the way. I believe that you can become greater than your father, maybe even me. You know how to work a room, how to communicate, you're good with business and maths and yeah, your grammar is a little bit off but we will put that down to you just wanting to be in the same room as me so you can suck my cock for as long as i wanted you too,” he paused and watched as you smirked, he did bring you some humour, you wasn’t going to lie and you was enjoying the backwards and forwards tormenting that the two of you were participating in. “You also got the job because I saw you when you went for your interview and i thought you were the prettiest fucking girl i’d ever seen in my life.”

“You don’t mean - “

“I mean every single word that I have just said and I want to get a few things straight. I do not have women in this office and fuck them and then fire them, I also have no intentions of doing that with you - “

“You aren’t going to fuck me?” you asked suddenly, slightly ashamed at yourself due to how offended you sounded.

“Oh, i’ll fuck you.” Sang-woo stood up from his side of the desk and finally discarded the cigarette that had gone out long ago. You watched him slowly as he made his way around to you, the city lights in the background just making him look even more beautiful than he did the first time you had ever laid eyes on him. “I’m not going to fire you afterwards though.”

“Well, that’s good to know,” you barely managed to get out, your voice getting softer as you realised just how close he was to you. “I’ll be honest with you, I'm really struggling to focus on the notes.”

“I’m not really thinking about the notes anymore. I’m thinking about how your face would look even better with my cum all over it.”

Sang-woo reached down, grabbing your hands and pulling you up so your face was directly in front of his chest. You looked up at him, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside of you at the thought of what was going to happen when one of you decided to make the first move. This was either going to be the best thing you had ever done and lead to even greater things or leave you jobless, homeless and without a reference. Either way, the feeling of Sang-woo’s hard cock against you was enough to make you think ‘fuck it, why not?’.

“What other dirty thoughts are you having about me then?”

“How lovely your neck would look covered in marks made by me..” he drifted off as his hand touched your neck, slowly and gently. You wanted him to be rough with you but you couldn’t deny the soft touches, how often would they come about with Sang-woo? “How pretty you would be bent over my desk with my hand in your hair and that mouth, that beautiful mouth…” At that, his thumb gently swiped over your plump lips, the feeling of his rough fingertips against your soft skin going straight in between your thighs. You were still unsure of what your next move would be until he opened his mouth once more. “Come on, I know you’ve been desperate to act like a filthy girl for me since you started so why don’t you just get on with it and show me how nasty you really can be?”

Pressing your lips against Sang-woo’s, you felt all the nerves go that you didn’t realise was even there. His arms wrapped around you and brought you in closer, no room between the two of your bodies as he deepened the kiss and poured all of his emotions into it. You felt alive for the first time in a while, his tongue against yours and his large hands working their way through your hair feeling more like a dream than reality. The other hand slipped from your waist and up your blouse, the feeling of his bare hand on your back fired up every nerve in your body and the way that his mouth fekt against yours as it moved like a perfect melody.

The temperature in the office heightened as you rolled your hips against Sang-woo’s crotch, a whimper slipping out of his mouth like silk as he wrapped his fingers in your hair and moved your head back so he could move his lips to your neck and lay kisses along the glistening skin. He took in the scent of your perfume, sweet like candy which was ironic in Sang-woo’s eyes considering your bratty attitude that you seemed to have whenever you were around him. You moaned blissfully as he sucked on the skin, leaving a mark so that in the morning when you were getting ready, you could look at it and be reminded of him all over again. He wanted to cover you in marks for as long as he could. He was already becoming obsessed with you and Sang-woo knew that was a dangerous game.

Pulling back slightly, Sang-woo took hold of your arms and spun the two of you around quickly so you were now leaned against the desk, the cold wood leaving goosebumps on your body as he laid you down across it. Sang-woo moved so he was hovering above you, his thumb travelling along your cheek and down to your mouth, just like he had done only minutes beforehand. This time, you tried your hardest to be seductive and you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking ever so gently to give him a taste of what he could have.

“Behave yourself,” he whispered, dominance slowly slipping as the thought of you on your knees raced through his mind like a rollercoaster.

“No, misbehave.” Was your simple reply, a chuckle from Sang-woo following shortly after.

“Let me make you feel good first and then I promise you, you’ll get exactly what you want.”

With one arm wrapped around Sang-woo’s neck, you pulled him down so he was practically laid across your own body and connected your mouths again, already missing and craving the feeling of his soft lips against yours. Sang-woo was becoming more desperate with his touches, your skirt was now hitched around your waist and his hands were running up and down your thighs in teasing touches.

“Love the skirt on you, makes me want to bend you over your desk in front of everyone and spank you until you say sorry for your bad behaviour,” he mumbled against your lips, his hand squeezing your thighs after finishing the comment.

You moaned at his words and tugged him back to your mouth by his hair, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss and be able to taste every single part of him. You didn’t want to detach yourself, you found your new safe haven and that was with Sang-woo’s lips on yours in a frenzied manner.

Sang-woo pushed himself up slightly before moving back off the desk, not forgetting to leave kisses along your now exposed stomach. He settled himself with his knees on the floor and his head between your thighs and he skillfully removed your underwear, his cock twitching at how wet you were.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaking as you dared to move your hand to Sang-woo’s hair and tugged on it, hoping it would encourage him to place his mouth where you desperately needed him. You had never wanted any man as badly as you had wanted Sang-woo in that moment.

Sang-woo shushed you as he placed light kisses along the inside of your thighs, his shushing a signal for you to be patient and quiet but there wasn’t one part of you that was patient, you were completely desperate for him and you wanted to feel every part of him on your body. Sang-woo was slow with his movements though - despite your bratty attitude and your desire to be fucked hard by him, Sang-woo still wanted to take his time with you and make you feel special. There was plenty of time for him to fuck you into the mattress and make you sore.

With light touches, Sang-woo pushed your thighs further apart, fully exposing yourself to him. If you weren't so caught up in the moment, maybe a part of you would be slightly embarrassed. There was no time to feel anything other than pleasure however.

The feeling of his mouth on your clit almost didn’t feel real at first, his touch so delicate that you almost believed you were having some lustful dream but the way that his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and dragged your body down the desk so that you was closer to him brought you back to real-life, he was there, on his knees, ready to make you feel like the best girl.

Without any warning, Sang-woo had pressed his tongue against your folds and was slowly moving up and down, bringing you enough pleasure to have you whimpering and desperate for more than just the light touches he was giving you. You wanted him to go wild, to taste every last inch of you and drink you all in so he would become addicted to having his head between your thighs. You wanted all of him.

Sang-woo lifted his eyes up to look at you and you felt his mouth turn into a quick smirk as he focused on your face. You were slightly flushed, the excitement of the situation getting to you and your mouth was slightly open, your chest moving up and down as he continued to use his experienced tongue in the best of ways but at an agonizing speed.

“Do you like that?” Sang-woo asked, moving away slightly so he could talk to you, his hands continuing to roam over your thighs.

You didn’t reply to his question and instead, you moved your hand to the back of his head and pushed him back as you continuously begged him for more. His tongue was sinful and was able to move in the most beautiful of ways, one suck on your clit had you flying back against the desk, your hair now messed up and flowing freely around you.

“Please, please give me more,” you finally answered, fingers tightening in Sang-woo’s hair. You loved how kind and gentle he was being with you but you knew that Sang-woo could give you more than what he was currently giving you and you also knew that it wouldn't be long before he let go and gave you everything that you had been craving since you had first laid eyes on him.

Sang-woo’s large palms were running across your thighs as he continued to work you with his tongue, your clit becoming sensitive already from the endless torture that Sang-woo was giving it. His fingers moved dangerously close to your entrance which sent a feeling straight to your lower stomach but of course, he did not satisfy you by giving you what you wanted. However, the noises coming from Sang-woo were enough to make up for his lack of willingness to slide his fingers into your tightness just yet. He sounded at peace as he improved his movements, no longer calm and collected as he tasted every inch of your soaking core, moaning in pure appreciation at the way you tasted and felt against his tongue. At this point you were going wild, your hands gripping his hair with such tightness that you were sure you were most likely hurting him.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked, slightly out of breath as he moved his fingers to your clit and began to rub in soft circles, enough to keep you going but not enough to push you over the edge just yet.

“I just,’ you cut yourself off, your body jerking forwards as Sang-woo returned to your clit and sucked on it relentlessly as he did his very best to bring you to the edge of your pleasure. There was no better sight in Sang-woo’s eyes than seeing you with your mouth wide open, your hair stuck to your forehead, your breathing erratic as you came all over his tongue, his name on repeat as you gripped and moved about, sensitivity taking over your body with every lick and suck from Sang-woo’s tongue. Sang-woo could get used to seeing this daily and he was positive that if you asked, he would get on his knees for you whenever and wherever you wanted. He had found his new obsession. “I just want you,” you finally finished.

As much as it pained him to do so, Sang-woo slowly moved away until he was standing in between your thighs. You were fully sprawled out on the desk, your blouse unbuttoned and skirt still around your waist. Your breathing had not calmed down, if anything got worse, and your eyes were slightly caused due to the pleasure you had just received at the hands of your boss.

Sang-woo looked down at your open legs and he couldn’t wait any longer. Not even bothering to get fully undressed, he pulled his work trousers down enough so that his cock could be released from their confinements. He had never been this hard for a woman before, had never been as desperate as he was at that very moment.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, moving your legs until they were wrapped around his waist. He chuckled slightly at your quiet moan as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit. “I want you to be loud for me, I want you to scream my name if you really want to. Don’t hold back with anything, tell me if i’m doing anything wrong, tell me if it doesn’t feel good. I want you to be honest with me, I want to make you feel good.”

You opened your eyes wider and lolled your head to the side, a cheeky grin on your face. “I’ll feel good when your cock is inside me, Sang-woo.’

“You have me by the way,” he whispered, finally responding to your earlier statement. He leaned down and kissed you once more, another reminder to you of what was happening right here. “Have me for as long as you want me.”

Sliding into you slowly, Sang-woo almost came there and then. You were tight, wet and warm around him and the feeling was like heaven. The long, drawn-out moan that came from you gave him the encouragement to slide all the way in so your pussy was fully wrapped around his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Sang-woo whispered, one hand pressing against your waist as he steadied himself. “Don’t think you realise how fucking good you feel. God, I'm so lucky.”

At his words, you began to move your hips to meet Sang-woo’s, not bothering to be silent with your moans as you wordlessly let him know how much pleasure he was bringing you, how you were breaking at the seams because of his mouth and now his cock. Sang-woo continued to whisper sweet nothings to you, praising you whenever he got the chance to speak normally, most of his words broken up into whimpers and moans whenever you clenched around his cock or it felt particularly good. His needs were becoming too much though and with one swift moment, he had moved you so you were sat on his lap and he was sat in the chair that you had once been sat in, the position seemed way more intimate than before.

“Doing it like this, are we?” you asked with a smirk, your hips moving backwards and forwards. You had your arms wrapped around Sang-woo’s neck, his mouth close to yours but the two of you didn’t kiss, instead just took in each other's breaths and moans.

“Doing it however I want to do it, understood?”

“Understood.”

Sang-woo gripped your chin for a brief moment and kissed you roughly before he moved his hands back down to your hips and slammed you down on his cock, his smirk plastered on his face as you moaned into his mouth, Sang-woo drinking it in.

He looked beautiful.

His heart was now sweaty and stuck to his forehead, his cheeks flushed and mouth open against yours as he continued to thrust you down on his cock. You had become paralyised against Sang-woo’s body and you allowed him to use you however he pleased, your moans and whimpers along with his were the only thing to be heard in the big office space.

“Such a good girl,” Sang-woo mumbled as he kissed you harder, his hands wandering all over your body as he helped you move up and down. “My favourite girl,” he moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he pushed his head into your neck in an attempt to leave another mark on your neck like you deserved.

“I’m so - “

You were interrupted by Sang-woo flipping you back onto the desk, his hands gently pressed against your neck as he brought you closer to your orgasm, every thrust of his cock inside of your pussy sending you into a different world as you tried to hold onto him. The sound of your moans and groans and the way his name sounded as it rolled off your tongue was pure ecstasy, Sang-woo was officially in heaven. He could listen to you beg for him for the rest of his life. He could happily have his cock thrusting inside of you for the rest of his life and in that moment, he would happily have had you by his side for eternity.

Your orgasm took over before you could even think about it, your hands twisting in his hair as you allowed pleasure to take over. Sang-woo’s own breathing was becoming heavier but he released a final, deep groan and came inside you, his orgasm unreal and like nothing he had experienced before. Sang-woo had plenty of sexual encounters and used his hands frequently to get himself off between his meaningless lovers but he had never experienced anything like that, his vision had never gone blurred nor had he ever felt like he was going to keel over the moment it had finished.

“Now finish writing up those notes and I’ll fuck you however you want me too.”