#i’m like shocked there aren’t many edits of this show to this song so i had to provide

[rebornrosess]

THE BEAR: and when i’m back in chicago, i feel it.

[thewitchkingiscool-ace]

My dad clearly doesn’t understand the way Tolkien intended to portray men in LotR and all his other works. I don’t think he even understands some aspects of Tolkien’s works at all.

I was watching return of the king last night with him, and we got to Aragorn’s coronation, all was well, then we got to Aragorn’s song, and this is where i get really pissed at my dad.

First let me give a bit of context. My dad sometimes gets confused on whether we are watching the extended editions or not, because some of the versions we watched used to be the theatrical ones until i told my dad about it, then we started watching all the extended ones. Anyway, i’ve never watched the theatrical return of the king, so idk what scenes are and aren’t in it.

But then whilst Aragorn’s singing, my dad says, “I can see why they cut this from the theatrical version.” (I dont know if they did by the way, my dad was just assuming). So i’m in shock at what he just said. I say to him, “did they cut it?” And neither of us are sure. Then i ask him, “why? Why would they cut it?” And my dad says, “because it’s not very kingly.”

Oh my god. Does my dad have any understanding of Tolkien’s works AT ALL?

He wants to show that both men and women can be strong and brave, but gentle as well, and respectful. He wants to show that even the mightiest of kings can cry, and he portrays men in such a beautiful way. And women. He shows that both can be tough and noble, but both can have tender moments, and can sing! Why on earth should singing not be considered “kingly”?? That’s one of the main themes in Tolkien’s works! Song!

And what about singing shouldn’t be considered “kingly” or “manly”? It’s a beautiful way of expressing emotion and I love its constant use in Tolkien’s works. Why should kings not be allowed to do it? Why can’t men have an even balance of strength and beauty?

It honestly makes me so sad, what my dad said about it. It’s pretty much disrespecting everything Tolkien put into his work. It disrespects all the hard work and effort Tolkien went through to try and make his universe rich and flowing with beauty, magic, and so many things that you can’t find in many other fictional universes. Middle earth is a place where starlight is treasured, people are one with nature, many creatures live in the woods and in gorgeous environments full of song. Song is one of the central themes to everything Tolkien writes. MIDDLE EARTH WAS LITERALLY SANG INTO EXISTENCE!!!!

“It’s not very kingly.” Ok then. Give me ONE reason why singing isn’t kingly. What, because it’s not “manly”? Why? Why isn’t it manly? Because it’s not “proper”? Why?? Why not? It’s a ceremonious action and anyone can do it, if they like! So i said to my dad, “woah, why not? What’s wrong with it?” And his fucking answer was, “well, king charles didn’t do it, did he?” OF COURSE KING FUCKING CHARLES DIDN’T SING AT HIS CORONATION. This is 2023 we’re talking about! This isn’t middle earth! We’re talking about a world where a king these days would be mocked for singing. In fact, most men in general these days are made fun of for singing. King charles didn’t sing at his coronation because he’s some boring old guy who probably just wants a nap! He didn’t sing because that’s not really our culture in england, but i’m sure there are other countries where it is! In england’s culture (and this even dates back to medieval times), it’s more a case that the people sing for the king, rather than the king singing for the people. But in Tolkien’s culture it’s not that way. Song is so, so important to the people of middle earth and my dad does not understand it.

“Because it’s not very kingly.” Yeah. You clearly haven’t read the books, have you?

[itsallyscorner]

Can you write a little mix member x avengers cast?? Maybe?

Hello love! Thank you for the request, I apologize for taking so long to work on it! I’ve written this as a headcanon, since I haven’t done any of those in a while. I hope you like it❤️

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The Marvel Cast Finds Out You’re In Little Mix

Why is this lowkey a crack fic/headcanon😭💀

Alrighty so, I feel like they probably wouldn’t know you’re part of a band or who Little Mix is.

Since SADLY, the girls aren’t as big in the States as we’d like them to be:(

The people who definitely might know you are ✨The Brits✨ and Scarlett because she has a young daughter who probably listened to Wings or something—kids find everything on the internet these days.

Working with Marvel was your first acting gig; so none of them knew anything about you or if you’ve been in other films, etc.

Except for Tom Holland, who was lowkey fangirling at the fact he gets to work with one of the Little Mix members.

Side note: he’ll be deeply offended when he figures out the others don’t know about Little Mix or that you can sing.

The rest of the cast (RDJ, Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Seb, Lizzie, etc.) had a hunch that you were some kind of writer.

You were always humming to yourself and writing in your notebook or typing down notes in your phone when something came to mind.

Though they didn’t pry at your business because—well, it wasn’t their business.

They could find out about your other job through many ways. Maybe you guys are doing promo and some interviewers mention the band and things about a new album, to which most of them were confused about.

“So (Y/n), I know this is your first time acting. How different was it from performing on stage and acting on camera?��

Everyone’s attention would be on you (this is a panel btw) Mackie’s looking at the back of your head in confusion, Robert fully turns in his seat to look at you, Lizzie is also curious, Evans is looking between you and the reporter—everyone is just confused.

“Performing on stage? Did you do Broadway (y/n/n)?” Evans asked. Tom (Holland) scoffed shaking his head, disgusted to be part of this group of uncultured swines.

You chuckled and shook your head, “No, I’m a singer. I’m part of a girlband.”

The whole cast gasped in shock. Mackie let out a loud “WHAT?!”. Robert leaned even closer to you trying to see if you were lying. Others whispered amongst themselves asking each other if they knew.

Tom (Holland) just sat back watching everyone’s reactions along with you. Amused at the amount of questions that were suddenly being thrown your way.

He’d also be quick to add, “NOT just ANY girlband, but the biggest girlband on the planet.”

For clarification, Tom’s a very proud Mixer.

Scarlett finally recognized you, knowing that she’s seen you somewhere before, but could never put her finger onto it. “Wait you’re from Little Mix!”

“THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME TASTE!” Tom yelled, dramatically turning to Scarlett.

After the initial shock, everyone was very curious. They wanted to hear your music, wanted to know the other members, when your next tour was—they were very ecstatic.

When you guys finally reached London for the press tour, there was a lot of hype for Little Mix because you guys were going to finally reunite after months of being apart.

The girls were allowed to visit set, but since you guys were working on your new album, they were stuck in London. You were relocated to Atlanta, filming an Avengers movie and working on the album via FaceTime/Zoom.

You and the girls reunite the same night you land in London! As tired as you were, the five of you hung out in your hotel room.

You were all excited for the days to come. Not only were you doing promo for the movie but you and the girls were going to be performing again on night time talk shows and were having a Live Lounge session with BBC Radio 1.

The panel of the cast discovering you were part of a band went viral. Many of the fans couldn’t believe they didn’t know about your other job.

There were even edits going around social media of the cast looking clueless and or reacting to your ‘secret’.

Then there were ones like “Tom Holland being a Mixer for 10 minutes and 57 seconds straight”.

Your favorite one was where they zoomed in on everyone’s confused expression while that one Nicki Minaj song played in the background.

It was mentioned in almost every interview after it went viral.

“So none of you had a clue that (y/n) was also a singer? Like at all?”

“I didn’t even know homegirl could sing, matter of fact I never imagined her to be in a girlband.” — Anthony Mackie

“I had a hunch that she was a musician or artist, but no one ever listens to me.” — Chris Evans

“(Y/n)’s in a girlband? Since when?” — Paul Rudd

“After we found out, I listened to all six of their albums on the flight here.” — Elizabeth Olsen

“Of course I knew, my music taste is immaculate compared to the others.” — Tom Holland

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” — Anthony Mackie

“I really enjoy Black Magic, it reminds me of Wanda.” — Paul Bettany

The cast was so eager to hear you sing and watch you perform with the girls.

They finally got to do that when you invited them to the Live Lounge session. They also got to meet the girls.

You were very happy at that moment; seeing the two groups of people you love meeting each other and getting along meant a lot to you. It gave you a lil warm tingle in your heart.

Since there were no fans in the studio, it was only you and the girls, the band, and a bunch of the Avengers.

While the cameras rolled and you guys were performing, they were crowded together behind the scenes. Some of them were sitting on the carpeted floors or standing against the walls.

They were absolutely stunned when they heard you sing. You had a powerful voice that ranged from high to low, something they never expected of you.

When they heard you and the girls sing or harmonize with each other, it was like they were all in heaven.

“They sound like angels.”

“My ears are tingling, but like in a good way.”

“Seriously, how did we not know she can sing like this?”

“Hear me out—this is a perfect reason as to why we should have an Avengers musical.”

“Chris if we hear you bring up a damn musical one more time I swear.”

“Their voices go so well together, how do they even do that?”

Scarlett would secretly film videos to show her daughter. I have a feeling that Evans, Tom, RDJ, Sebby, and Mark would record some parts as well and would post it onto their Insta stories.

When fans found out they were at the Live Lounge they freaked out.

Ever since they found out you were in a band, they’ve been the biggest fans and supporters of the group.

They’re always promoting your albums on their social media accounts without you even asking.

Privately and publicly praising you guys for performances or achievements.

Your two main groups clashed and now everyone was friends. It was definitely the most weirdest collision— Little Mix and the cast of the Avengers. But it worked out perfectly.

Everyone got along with each other and the girls would always visit you on set.

They’re always playing the band’s song in the background on set.

Most of them won’t admit, but they definitely memorized the lyrics to almost every song.

*cough cough* Mackie and Hemsworth

I feel like Samuel L. Jackson would join in on the action too, one way or another. Somehow he got looped in.

ANOTHER THING OMG, they would definitely stand up for you and the girls whenever Piers Morgan or some asshole hates on you guys or pulls a jab on you all.

Best beileve Evans will be calling him out publicly on Twitter.

“Why are you so worried about a bunch of talented women who are doing their job and bringing happiness to others? They’ve done nothing to you, you’re always the one making jabs at them. Leave them alone you fucking British meatball.”

I feel like Robert helped you and the girls find a better management company after learning about the unfair treatment you all faced under Simon’s care.

In conclusion: The Marvel cast would be ecstatic to learn about you being a singer and they’d become your biggest fans. They truly adore you and the girls for your amazing talent :’)

[jmdbjk]

My first entire awards gig

ALL THAT SHAGGY HAIR! I am really impressed that they’ve kept the scissors away. 

I mostly can’t get over this:

U.S. awards shows are so over the top unpredictable and Korean music award shows are so...? polite? Predictable? On time? 

Okay...granted, the FACT awards are for Kpop groups, individual ballad singers and global superstars BTS. And PSY. 

I know there are many genres of music enjoyed by South Koreans but the Kpop segment of it is so different from whatever the hell we got goin’ on over here in popular music where the goal is to be more outrageous than the last one who walked across the red carpet, not only in dress but also behavior.

Not knocking anyone, just pointing out how DIFFERENT the cultures are. 

BTS actually behave LESS like all those Kpop artists and MORE like the artists do over here. I guess because they have a lot of western award show experience? They really are much more authentic... as they say, such unbothered kings. Because this ain’t their first rodeo and they keep reminding us it is not the last. And though they gushed with appreciation to Army, we know these awards are not why they do what they do. These awards are our thank you to them.

Also, now having sat through all these performances... the music from all these Kpop groups is NOTHING like Balming Tiger and Crush. And of course the collabs with western artists, Charlie Puth and Benny Blanco. Except PSY, he’s different. 

Which just highlights again that BTS is beyond Kpop. How do you win the Grand Prize at a Kpop award show and not really be Kpop? I am looking forward to the BTS refresh, whenever that may be in the future because it will be earth shattering. I know, Kookie, you aren’t done yet. 

Every time they perform Yet to Come and For Youth, my heart breaks a tiny bit. The songs are perfect and the way they perform them allows them to make a lot of contact with the audience for much of the performance. And I know each time they look out at the audience they are savoring that feeling and storing another precious memory. Congratulations again!

It occurred to me, Jiminie is trying his damnedest to break his habit of running his hands through his hair so much... much to my dismay. Because all these tiny primps he does with his fingers... I saw you, Jimin, there at the end when you couldn’t stand it anymore! 

EDIT: Okay, clearly my brain is functioning on not enough sleep because this is NOT the first entire awards gig I’ve watched. I did this same award show last year, except it was so different because there was no audience. I remember how shocked we were about Jungkook’s new lip piercing... ANYWAY! I am going to sleep now because I’m running on fumes. Good night!

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[wingzie]

Brutally Honest Reactions to Jikook

It was requested on Twitter that I talk about the less positive posts about Jikook moments from my live reactions research. These will NOT include any screenshots, but I will discuss what I saw. I will continue to keep posting positive things about Jikook, but the fandom reaction towards Jikook is one of the reasons why I feel so strongly about supporting them so much. Please read ahead if you are interested. I will also keep it out of the Jikook tag.

I will quickly add my own experience here before I continue. I am an early 2019 ARMY. I didn't follow any BTS accounts on Twitter until after I caught up on content. I then started following Jikook accounts once I got braver, because I could see a clear difference in the way the fandom talked about them. (Or not at all in some cases.) It wasn't until I started following Jikook accounts, that I knew about GCF Tokyo. For a fandom that hyped up Jungkook being a director for LGO, his previous work and especially GCFT is rather ignored. Especially when it's obvious that Jungkook has always had an interest in making videos. 

GCFT

An important factor here is that GCFT was posted after Jimin's lovely twitter edit. From what I saw, no one had any real issues with Jimin's edit. The general consensus was that it was sweet that Jimin and Jungkook were finally able to go on a trip together and that Jimin made an edit out of it. But if that's the case, why were there then issues when GCFT was posted, that are still here today?

Compared to Jimin's edit, there is a clear sense of jealousy when GCFT was released. A "sweet trip" turned into a "not big deal" or started to include fake narratives. Some of which really confused me at first, until I asked someone at the time and got the truth. 

There is a sudden change of tone aimed towards Jikook: “How dare they go on a trip together?” and “how dare they share it with us this way?.”  It's clear to me that this jealously suddenly began because of the editing style, the camera shots and the song used. All of which made you feel a certain way when watching GCFT, if you were not so blind or bitter. However, the fandom did it's best to try to belittle JK's work. Saying excuses such as the song was not intentional or that the editing choices were coincidental. That's not the case at all and to quote a certain song "this is no coincidence."

There is an interesting notion that some shippers and y/n's turned to fan fictions after GCFT was released. This suggests to me that they did indeed in fact feel the same way about GCFT. They got the message loud and clear, but had to try to tune it out with another fantasy because of what they felt. They wanted what Jimin and Jungkook had for themselves or another member.

GCF's after GCFT

After GCFT there was a need to show: "look Jimin and Jungkook aren't that close." Which Jikook didn't get the memo of and it shows that people were keeping an eye on them. However, this was only to be able justify their negative thoughts about the possibility of two men being together. They couldn't stand the idea and came up with every excuse possible to deny it. There were a fair amount of “don’t assume their sexuality” posts floating around.

There was also a definite shift after GCFT with Jikooker’s themselves. Of course they were supportive, but much more discreet about it. Afterwards though ,and up through to today, they got louder about Jimin and Jungkook's bond. It's clear this reflects in the fandom perception of them together as a unit or just on the timeline itself. There is almost an annoyance whenever they show up.

The newer GCF’s turned more into a competition between the members. Something which sadly continued even with the Life Goes On MV. Rather than seen as a cute maknae trip in Osaka, GCFO was used as leverage against Jikook to prove that they weren't that close. Which is bizarre in itself and it was like Jimin wasn't in the video at all.

The outrage that sparked when GCFH was released showed the true hypocrisy of the fandom. Jungkook set the tone beautifully to match the Winter Package location of Helsinki. The fact so many quickly jumped on this, but ignored his skills previously is very telling. For all those yelling about appreciating Jungkook, they only yell when it's about making themselves feel better about something. 

Rose Bowl. I don't need to introduce this. However what I found interesting is that people outside of ARMY were more accepting of what happened than actual ARMY.  It also made me question what the definition of "ot7" is,  because these accounts were going around underneath posts with "stop shipping”, “they're just bros" or my most hated one "they do stuff like this in South Korea all the time."

The last one is an absolute hate of mine and is always used by NON Koreans. ARMY are often all about Korean culture until it's something they don't want to hear or know about. A general translation account has already pointed out that Jikook are extremely close due to lack of honorifics and it moe or less got ignored. Another account will mention the same , but for another unit, and it's worshiped to high heaven. Yet Jikooker’s are delusional for being the ones to understand the cultural significance of it?

Jungkook's Birthday in 2019

I am actually going to be calling out Jikooker’s here because the reverse happened this time. Others found Jimin’s Birthday video sweet, whereas Jikooker’s were being extremely rude and disrespectful ON the timeline towards Jimin about it. Plus the usual "Jikook broke up" malarkey that pops up twice a month happened. I only recently started researching this and I’m not even sure I can make a thread on it, because there was so much fighting on the Timeline about the Birthday video.

This is what spurred me on to write my twitter post about being careful about what you post and where your priorities lie. A lot of Jikooker’s were upset before Jimin posted. Not because "he hasn't posted.”, but because "he hasn't posted [for me]." 

This is something that Jikooker’s have to wrap their heads around. We only see a tiny percentage of their daily lives. They also have each other's phone number and see each other daily. They also know each other extremely well and probably better than any of us actually will. It is not up to us what they post or what we see. Do we miss them? Of course. However, to instantly start hating them for that is wrong. You're acting just like the fandom first did when GCFT came out. These same people also acted like nothing had happened as soon as Jimin posted the photo of Jungkook later on.

Seoul Final

For those that don't remember Rose, she was a k-army translator that went to Seoul Final. In one of her live shows afterwards, she explained how other Karmy were surprised by Jikook's closeness on stage. It wasn't just us.

However ,on Naver, there was a storm brewing about Jimin treating Jungkook inappropriately and the way they were acting on stage. This was first started by Jungkook akages and then spread around to some of the fandom who decided to jump in. 

This is one example of people using K-army as a weapon. That they know *best* when they suffer the same on their side with solos etc... It's also another example of the hatred towards Jimin. 

This isn't something new. Shipping was fairly peaceful and kept its original definition of wanting two people to be together. Even if this did include two real people. It wasn't until the definition of shipping morphed into something new and possibly real, that things started to erupt in the fandom. And this eruption was sadly placed onto Jimin, as people saw him as a disruption to their fantasies. 

This defamation of both Jimin and Jungkook's character from the fandom has been present since the beginning. They are seen as liars or not intelligent. That their closeness is fake, even though you can clearly see it from the start and then develop over the years. It's something that has always been beautiful to witness whilst watching, old content and new.

These examples of fandom reactions I have used are ones all related to expectations. If Jimin and Jungkook do not act as expected or they shock the fandom, one side will react negatively. The fandom also do not seem to like seeing Jikook be so loud, so to speak. And with the emergence of more Jikooker’s on social media, this horrid view of them will no doubt increase  Though many hate the term Jikook. It signifies the unit of Jimin and Jungkook and no matter what, they will do what they want too and continue to do so. Thank you for reading and feel free to ask questions if you have any!

[archxvxd]

Hi fellow Taurus bestie…I’m a long time reader and first time anon 🙈 so I got this idea and I had to share incase you wanna write about it 👀 anyways…I was listening to Slow Down by Chase Atlantic and this time the lyric “she said fuck me like I’m famous, I said oh-kay” stuck out to me and I was like wait a min 🤔✋🏼 what if there was a fic where the guy (I thought of Bakugo/Kuroo/Iwaizumi 🙈🙈🙈) was a singer and the reader is his crush/new gf…?? Anyways!! They’re getting ‘into it’ after a show/concert and she’s like… “if you can fuck as good as you sing, show me.” And he’s like bet and he wrecks her, breaks her back and all that

Anyways lemme know whatcha think bestie…🙈 I was kinda nervous to send this but I was like fuck it lemme do it before I forget and yeah…

A/N: Taurus Bestie🥺 You’re brain is immaculate please. Don’t ever hesitate to send me asks! I love interacting with y’all, I’m just not very good at initiating :(( I love this idea so much and I really thought it fit Iwaizumi well so I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “If you can fuck as good as you can sing, show me.”

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Warnings: spit, oral (reader receiving), daddy kink, impact play, degradation, praising, swearing, hair pulling, choking, creampie, breeding if you squint, heavily unedited bc I hate editing my own smut😔✊🏼

Word count: 2.43k

You and Iwaizumi had been friends since high school, but even so, you had never been to one of his band’s shows before. Sure you had heard him sing many times and you knew he was talented, but this experience, getting to watch him from a VIP box while hundreds of thousands of people were cheering for him and singing along to his music? It was absolutely surreal. You admired how Iwaizumi seemed to belong on that stage.

However, the scene of Iwaizumi singing his heart out was doing things to you. Tonight was the last show of his tour, after that he was planning to go on hiatus for a few months before going back to the studio with his band. This was it. You had backstage privileges, courtesy of the singer himself, and you planned on making your move tonight. When Iwa left for his tour at the beginning of the year you were faced with some surprising feelings.

You realized you missed him more than just a friend should…

The set ended and the crowd was still going wild. You make your way backstage as the band plays a final encore song. When Iwaizumi emerges from the stage, sweat gleaming off of his ink littered muscles you practically salvate at the image. The lead singer immediately sets his eyes on you and makes a beeline towards you.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give you a chance to say anything. It had been over a year since he had last seen you in person and his adrenaline was running high. It was now or never. So he scooped you into his arms and crashed his lips to yours. As soon as the shock passes, you reciprocate his extremely passionate kiss.

Iwaizumi hums in approval at your quick submission and bites your lower lip before pulling away, letting a string of saliva form keep the two of you connected before it snaps.

“Shit, Yn. You know how long I’ve wanted to do that. I missed you so much it was maddening.” He lays his sweaty forehead on yours, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and lust.

You giggle at his declaration. “Missed you too, Haji. Where are you staying?”

A deep chuckle escapes his swollen lips. “At a hotel, Princess. Why?”

“Want you to show me if you can fuck me as good as you can sing.” You grin devilishly and Iwa returns the expression.

The musician opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by one of his band members who has already been eyeing you. “Hey, Iwa! Ya coming to the after party or what?”

Iwaizumi slings his arm over you. “Nah, man. Go on ahead without me. I got a different party to attend.”

The band member chuckles and shakes his head before waving and taking his exit.

You two lead by example and take your own exit.

The second the two of you make it to Iwa’s room, he has you pressed against the wall with his lips attached to yours. His tongue has already made it past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth, occasionally dancing with yours. You moan into his mouth, and as much as you don’t want to, you have to pull away for air.

Iwaizumi takes this opportunity to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His hands, which were previously holding onto your hips in a bruising grip, move up your torso under your shirt. He makes a delighted chuckle when he notices that you're not wearing a bra.

“Hmm not wearing anything underneath your shirt to my show? Is that why your tits looked absolutely delectable bouncing around while you danced during the concert, huh?”

You whine as his hands grope at your chest and tweak your nipples. “Hah-fuck- wanted you to have something to look at, Haji-“

Iwaizumi cuts you off with a low growl and a particularly pleasing pinch of the nipples. “No. I’m not Haji right now, Princess. Say it.”

You let out a moan at the singer’s insinuation. “Wanted you t-to have something to look at, Daddy.”

“Mmm well you certainly didn’t disappoint, Princess. Had a hard time keeping my eyes off of you.” Iwa chuckles while he lowers himself down to his knees. “Between how cute your ass looks in this short little skirt of yours and your tits I almost lost my damn mind. Messed up a few lyrics thanks to you, Princess.”

You whimper as the singer nips and sucks on your inner thighs. “Fuck- Daddy… Wanted your attention. Didn’t mean to distract you.”

Iwaizumi’s lips are everywhere but where you need him most. He continues to kiss your thighs and lick them and give the occasional bite and suck combo. Your hands find their way to his sweat damp hair and tug, earning a groan and particularly harsh bite from the man below you. You whimper at the singer’s rough ministrations. Your head is thrown back on the wall behind you as Iwaizumi inches closer to where you want him.

“Daddy, please~” You tug on his hair eliciting another groan.

Iwa looks up at you in amusement. “Hmm what do you want, Princess? Gotta use your words, Pretty Baby.”

You huff in frustration but indulge him anyway. “Need your mouth and tongue, please~”

A chuckle can be heard but you’re no longer looking at Iwaizumi. “I’m giving you my mouth and tongue aren’t I. Princess? Is it that you need them somewhere specifically?” Iwa kisses your lower pelvis, just above your clothed clit.

“I- hah- Fuck, Daddy need your mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy and on my clit. Please, please, please~ Need you s’ ba- ngh~”

Iwa cuts you off by the sting of him ripping your panties apart and diving his tongue into your drooling cunt. The slurping noises he’s making are obscene but you don’t have time to be embarrassed because at that very moment the singer replaced his tongue with two fingers and reattached his mouth to your clit. You moan and tug harshly on his hair, Iwa lets out his own moan that reverberates throughout your entire being.

“Mmh- Fuck~ feels so good, Daddy. S’ much better than my own fingers- Oh my- fu- fuck right there please keep touching me right there, Daddy…”

You're lost in your own pleasure and you don’t even notice the way Iwaizumi is watching you. His eyes gleaming with pride and lust at the thought of you feeling so good because of him. He can feel himself growing uncomfortably hard but ignores the nagging heat pooling in his lower abdomen. His focus solely on making you cum at least once before he lets himself fuck you senseless.

Judging from your increasingly desperate pleas, you were close to giving Iwa what he wanted. Your fists in the man’s hair are clenched so fiercely that your knuckles have turned a lighter shade than the rest of your skin. Your breathing has increased in both speed and volume, moans and whimpers constantly spilling from your lips, keeping you from forming any coherent sentences.

Iwa chuckles and you nearly screech at the sensation that shoots through your body from his amusement. “You gonna cum, Princess? You sound so damn desperate. Sounds like you’re gonna cum all over my mouth, hm?”

It takes everything you have to respond, knowing if you don’t it may not end well for you. “Hah— F-fuck— mmmm gon’ cum— wan’ cum— Daddy~”

“Do it, Princess. I want to drink up all that you got.” Iwa starts curling his fingers inside of you and that’s what does you in. Your back arches and you nearly scream from the sudden burst of white hot pleasure. Iwa doesn’t slow down his ministrations either. His fingers curling incessantly and tongue lapping up everything you have to offer him. Your mind becomes fuzzy and you don’t even register Hajime picking you up and tossing you onto the king sized bed.

In your dazed state you hardly recognize that Iwaizumi is speaking to you until his hand is cradling your cheek. “Hey. Princess. You with me? I need you to tell me you’re good before I move further, okay?”

“Daddy… ‘m good, want you to fuck me now, please~” You sigh at the thought of Iwa filling you up and begin to grow impatient.

Hajime chuckles. “That’s my pretty baby. Can you strip and get on your hands and knees for me, Princess?”

You nod and quickly remove your remaining clothing. You make a show of turning around and arching your back just to wiggle your ass up at Iwaizumi. A low groan can be heard as a result of you teasing the man behind you. Then suddenly your body is jolted forward as you mewl at the impact of Hajime’s palm connecting roughly with your ass.

“Such a fuckin’ tease, Princess. Havin’ your tits out on display, wearin’ that cute lil’ skirt, and now shakin’ your plump ass at me. Hmm,” Iwa caresses the cheek he had just previously assaulted. “ I would punish you if I didn’t wanna stuff this pretty lil’ cunny of yours with my fat cock. Maybe next time, hm? Bet you would like that wouldn’t you, Princess?”

You take in a shuddering breath before responding desperately. “N-no not doin’ it on purpose, daddy. Promise~ Wanna be your good girl please~”

“I think you’re body is betrayin’ you, Princess, the way you just gushed from a single smack to the ass tells me otherwise. I think you like being a naughty little cockslut, hmm, like being punished. But I guess for now we can pretend you’re my good girl, hm?” With that Iwa rubs the tip of his cock up and down through your folds lamenting his previous words of stating just how wet you were for the musician. “You ready for me, Princess?”

Instead of answering you push back into Iwa’s touch and sink the tip of Iwa’s length into your dripping entrance with ease. Large fingers dig into your plush ass to stop you from going further and lull a whimper to pass through your lips. Iwa leans down and growls into your ear. “Such a fuckin’ impatient and bratty little slut, hm? Couldn’t wait for me to put it in. Had to take it upon yourself?”

As Iwa growls into your ear about how much of a brat you are as he’s sinking himself deeper into your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. His sheer size alone brings you close to your second orgasm. You can hear breathy curses fall from Iwa’s lips. His fingers dig deeper into your ass as you dig into the pillow you’re whimpering into.

“F-fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight. This pretty little cunny is already squeezing me so tight. You that close, pretty baby? Just from me putting my cock in you, fuck that’s so fuckin’ cute.” Hajime releases one of his grips on your cheeks to tangle his fingers in your hair and experiments with a gentle tug. He’s more than pleased with your reaction as your back arches further and multiple whimpers stumble out of you.

The coil that’s been building in your stomach is snapped by Iwaizumi bottoming out with his tip prodding your cervix. You wail and violently clench around the musician as your vision blurs. You’re babbling nonsense while Iwaizumi throws his head back.

“Oh fuck, Princess. You really came from me just bottoming out. Fuck, your such a desperate little cockslut. Feel so good, sucking me in like this-- shit think you got one more in ya my pretty little cockslut?”

You whimper and plead. “D-daddy, please~ Want you to move-- need you to fuck me so good~ Please~”

Iwa amusedly chuckles at your babbling but grants your wish anyway. His hips draw back slowly, allowing you to feel every single throbbing vein on his dick and once he’s pulled out to just the tip he lands a harsh smack to your ass and snaps his hips into you. His rough pace doesn’t let up after that. He’s ramming into you as you cover your screams with the pillows underneath you. Iwa clearly has other ideas, though, as he tugs on your hair to pull you off the slobber stained pillow.

“Shit-- Wanna hear those pretty screams, Princess. Let everyone know that ‘m making you feel good okay?” After no reply Hajime tugs on your hair again,

“Y-yes daddy! You’re making me feel so f-fuckin’ goo’! Gonna make me cum ‘gain- mmmm fuck~” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Iwa brings you up to his chest and changes the angle.

He’s reaching further into you and if it weren’t for his arms securely holding you-- one wrapped around your waist, the other crossed your chest and his hand gripping your neck-- You probably would be thrashing in pleasure. Iwa leans down to place his mouth right next to your ear and growls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck pretty baby. ‘M so fuckin’ close. You gonna cum with me, Princess? Gonna cream all over me while I fill you up with my cum? Bet you'd like that hm? Your slutty little cunt filled to the brim with my cum?” Iwa moves his hold around your waist to play with your clit.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and let out a silent scream. “Shi- oh my- Fuck, daddy, gon’ cum, want you to cum with me. Cum in me, please! Fuck! Daddy ‘m cumming- shit~ “

You’re seeing stars and screaming incoherently as you vaguely register Iwa’s grunts and sloppy thrusts. His hot seed spurting into you as he rides out both your orgasms. Your vision comes back to you and you feel yourself slump into the musician's hold. You hum contentedly as you feel Iwa begin to soften inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses and nuzzles himself into your neck, causing you to giggle. “Fuck, Princess. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hold ya like this.”

“Hmm what a couple of idiots huh?” Iwa looks up at you and chuckles.

“I guess so,” you squeal as Iwa flips the two of you so you’re on your back with him hovering you, expertly keeping himself inside of you, “we’ve got some catching up to do now don’t we, Princess?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “W-what do you mean? We’re not done?”

Iwa chuckles as he slowly begins to pump himself into you. You whine from sensitivity. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

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[bbugyu]

you were so similar, yet there was still so much you didn't understand about him. but if you were so different, why did you like him so much?

love line | fye | all night parking | winners circle

wc.7.2k | jeonghan x gn!gose pd reader, fluff, courtship, smut, canon compliant, so much teasing, sneaky flirting, drinking, swearing, kissing in cabs, me vs calling jeonghan a prick every chance i get, semi-public, oral (male receiving), new relationships are so fun

remember when i said that jeonghan playing foot volleyball made me want to brain myself on his dick? haha. oops. also sorry for once again making the mc Just Me like actually just an infj-t taurus sun libra moon virgo rising year of the rat piece of shit like i don’t do it on purpose but i am just so in love with him and i think our dynamic would be SO FUNNNn im so sorry. but also not. yall seem to like the way i write with him so *shrugs* enjoy it! also i made another playlist based off this au (aka just a playlist of songs that make me think abt jeonghan bc im a fucking simp)

seventeen always made you laugh in a way that was almost embarrassing, but it didn't become inconvenient until you had to start showing up to set. you were a production expert by trade - one of many on staff for going seventeen - and while on more complicated shoots you would sometimes fill in as a camera director, you generally were able to hang out on the sidelines as they filmed.

you had caught jeonghan's attention soon after your contract changed from post-production, having been one of the camera directors for kart rider, and as soon as he noticed you stifling your giggles whenever he made jokes, he started smirking at you through the camera lens as he tried to find new innovative ways to cheat his way through the game. after the shoot, he asked how long you had been a director for going, staging it as a friendly work question.

"quite a while now," you told him, taking his lav mic and pack from him as he pulled it off. "but i was on the editing team until this week. today's my first shoot."

"ah," he exhaled, nodding as he smiled at you. "that explains it. i couldn't figure out how i hadn't noticed someone as cute as you before."

you faltered slightly, put in shock by his forwardness, but quickly recovered and knocked your head to the side as you looked at him playfully. "you're not allowed to flirt with me, mr. idol."

"who said i'm flirting?" he asked with a grin.

you laughed, wrapping a cord around your hand. "if you aren't, you need to work on your professionalism."

it was his turn to laugh, and before he got pulled away by some of his fellow members, he told you he hoped to see you on more shoots in the future.

he was happy when he did, grinning at you in his santa suit when he sat down in your assigned room, but doing his best to act normal in front of the other directors. he gave you a playful glare when you handed him a tray of hot water, and you had to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing in response as they all complained about it being too hot while you sat, completely comfortable, in an oversized tee and a pair of thin sweats. he got more frustrated by his repeated failure in the game he was playing, and made quick eye contact with you as he huffed angrily, your smiling eyes making him regain focus.

"ok, let's go," he said to himself, beginning the level again as he pursed his lips, and you couldn't help but agree silently when seungkwan called him cute.

"oh, it's the wave!" jeonghan instinctively looked at you when he read the level title. "we can take the suits off after this one, right?"

you gave him a thumbs up and he nodded, determined as he focused on the screen. and later, after they had gotten to take off their suits, you weren't sure whose idea it was to open the window, but you had a pretty good idea by the way jeonghan tried to hide his laugh when you finally told them to close it again.

every time you participated in film shoots, he would make a specific effort to get you to make noise. he would crack a joke and look at you, burying your face in the crook of your arm and turning away from the cameras as you tried to stifle your laughter, satisfied when you glared at him before he went on to focus on the show. he even meandered over to you as he searched for the money, trying to get a hint of where it might be.

"hey, i'm the broker," he said, cornering you. "you're supposed to tell me where it is."

"no," you corrected, doing your best to be unphased by the way he had backed you up against the bookshelf next to the camera you were meant to be manning. "you're supposed to guess a room when night falls and we'll tell you if you're right." 

he squinted at you and you kept your eyes focused on him, making sure to avoid giving him any unintentional hints as to where the small bundle of cash was hidden. "alright," he said finally, smirking when you pushed him back towards the game. "fine. i'll search properly."

after finishing at the police precinct set you were filming at that week, you accused him, annoyed, of trying to get you a reputation of not being allowed to operate cameras on shoots.

"i'm making jokes for the show!" he argued, eyes wide at your accusation. "it's not my fault you find me charming."

you rolled your eyes at him. "charming is a stretch."

he gave you a sideways smile, studying your eyes above the face mask you wore. "handsome?"

you quirked an eyebrow at him. "are you sure you want me to say i'm laughing so hard because of your visuals?"

"as long as i'm the reason you're laughing," he said, looking to where another pd was calling for you. you told him to take care before you turned to help load up a car with camera equipment, but he grabbed your arm before you could walk away. "can we talk later?"

you studied his face, wondering if he meant what you thought he did, then let your gaze dart to where some of the other members were not so slyly watching you. "sure," you said finally, glad there was a mask to cover your tiny smile. "i need to stop by the office after we get this stuff to the studio. i'll see you there?"

"sure," he said back to you, pouting out his lips casually, but his eyes revealing a smile. "i'll be around."

in reality, jeonghan had no need to be at the office until the next day, but a couple of the other members had wanted to go mess around at the universe factory after they had gone back to the dorms to shower, so he said he would join them. soonyoung went "aye," pushing his shoulder, having noticed every look he had given you.

"you're so not subtle," he laughed. "they're gonna meet you there?"

jeonghan sighed in defeat, getting into the car. "let's go, yeah?"

"the pd that was in our room for the stilt game, right?" jihoon asked, following after him.

"ohh," seokmin said, pointing from the seat he had already taken in the back of the van. "is that the same one he was flirting with at the bungee jumping place?" vernon vocalised next to him, nodding, saying that he remembered that.

"hey," jeonghan exclaimed, annoyed. "really? all of you?"

"like i said," soonyoung laughed from the front seat. "so not subtle."

jihoon nudged his shoulder after they settled in the car, giving him a meaningful look. "be careful, yeah? don't do anything stupid."

"i know," jeonghan said, leaning back in his seat, thinking about how getting to make you laugh on a regular basis felt pretty worth the risk. "i won't."

it took you almost two hours, getting caught up with other business, but you finally made it to the pledis building to drop off some paperwork at the offices for an upcoming shoot location. you wandered for a few minutes, suddenly realizing the building was far too large for the vague agreement you had made earlier. you peeked your head into their usual dance practice room, abandoning it when you noticed the lights were off, then walked towards where you knew the recording studios were.

you faltered, staring at the door to woozi's studio, not wanting to interrupt. you kept walking, quickly deciding to take a lap around the hall as you worked up the nerve, but you were only ten feet past the door when it opened, pulling your gaze.

jeonghan grinned at you after he shut the door behind him. "you came."

you looked away for a second, then back at his smile as you pulled your mask down to rest under your chin. "i wasn't lying earlier, when i said i had business here."

he nodded, looking unconvinced as he straightened his coat. "sure. i was going to the convenience store, wanna walk with me? if you're done with your business, that is."

you exhaled sharply, smiling vaguely as he made his way towards you. "i do want something to drink."

"let's go," he said, gesturing with his head as he walked past you, smiling when you fell into step beside him. "my treat. you're cute, by the way. i was sad i couldn't see your face under the mask today."

you rolled your eyes, nudging your elbow into his side. "haven't you seen it enough already? we've been shooting together for months."

"i've missed it lately," he said, looking over at you, studying the curve of your lips as you tried not to smile. "i wish i could see it more."

you wondered if he did this with everyone he found vaguely interesting, flattering them until they agreed to meet him privately somewhere, but part of you really believed he wasn't that sort of guy. you had been working in the entertainment industry since you graduated high school, and you had seen plenty of men do just that - idols, comedians, actors, you name it - but jeonghan seemed different. you had seen him regularly for months now, and this was the first time he had ever tried to see you outside of a shoot.

he bought your bottle of iced tea, telling you you worked hard. you laughed, but accepted it, asking if he was only treating you because he had won money today.

"no," he said teasingly, pulling down the mask he had gotten from reception to sip his own drink as the two of you walked back to the company building. "i would have treated you either way."

he walked with you to your car in the parking garage, leaning against your door as you chatted about the shoot that day. you told him that you had suggested he be the broker for the game, and he gave you a shocked look.

"me?" he laughed. "you specifically picked me?"

"you like being confusing too much," you giggled, drinking your tea. "they didn't want you as mafia again, but you purposefully mess things up as a citizen."

"hey," his head cocked to one side. "i just try to have fun, and sometimes that means causing chaos."

that made you laugh. "also, i was sure you would understand the role. i wasn't convinced anyone else would."

jeonghan laughed again. "so i was broker because i was the only one smart enough to be?"

you tilted your head at him. "it was between you and seungkwan, but we needed a way to stop you from ruining the game. i knew you would want to win too badly to throw the other citizens under the bus if you had the new role."

he gave you a sideways look as he brought his drink to his lips. "clever."

"to be honest, i was expecting you to try to team up with the mafia, but i guess they weren't obvious enough." you shook your head, sighing. "then you went and guessed the location first night."

"i thought about it," he said. "but i thought they might lie about where the money was if i tried, or just kill me if i found it. and i really didn't suspect anyone until after i had already teamed up with cheol and soonyoung."

you smiled at him for a moment, remembering that while you only addressed them by their professional names, they were his friends. "speaking of, they're probably wondering where you are."

he sighed dramatically. "you're probably right. i'll go. but first, give me your phone."

you stared at his extended palm, unlocking your phone and handing it over. "you're not subtle."

he laughed, adding himself on your kakao. "i've been told that a lot today, but honestly, i think it's hard for me to act subtle when you're so easy to like."

"hey," you said, eyeing him when he handed it back to you. "remember what i said."

he looked at you. "what?"

"you're not allowed to flirt with me," you reminded him.

he exhaled, a smile on his lips. "i'm not allowed to do a lot of things. sometimes rules are meant to be broken."

he broke said rule pretty immediately after you left the company, sending you a message saying that he'd like to see you outside of work again soon that made you roll your eyes, noticing the nickname he gave himself in your contacts. you didn't respond until you were back in your apartment, asking how he expected that to work.

you: we can't really go out… people might see you…

handsome hannie: private bbq rooms are a thing… we use them a lot…

you: wouldn't know 🙄 not famous 🙄

handsome hannie: great! i'll keep you to myself.

you called him annoying, and he said something about how you should be more respectful considering he was older than you, and you told him it was only a year and that he should have been more respectful, too, considering you were essentially coworkers.

you: i effect your public appearance, you know! what if i let carats see how much you whine at shoots?

handsome hannie: yes, directornim. i sincerely apologize.

you: that's more like it ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

despite the teasing front you put up, you made no effort to hide the smile on your face as you curled up on your couch, continuing to make plans to meet when his schedule was less hectic in a couple of weeks.

he told you the bbq place he invited you to was his favorite, and that him and the members went there often. they usually just sat at a table, he told you, and generally no one bothered them, but he specifically requested a room so he could dine with you comfortably. 

"i hope you're hungry," he said when you sat across from him at the table. "i ordered a lot."

you laughed, taking off your scarf. "i hope you have good taste."

he gave you an offended look, picking at the side dishes that were already at the table. "i have fantastic taste and you know it."

"so," you paused eyeing the green bottles that had yet to be opened, taking it as a hint. "ssamgyeopsal and thin sliced pork?"

he huffed at you, completely unable to hide the grin you had caused by directly calling out his basic order. "shut up, i also got mixed noodles and soybean stew."

"oh," you said, giggling. "so original."

"i thought you might be picky," he accused, pushing blame to you. "traditional felt safe."

"sure, that's why," you teased.

after the first plate of meat was well on its way to being cooked, jeonghan grabbed a bottle of soju by the neck and turned it upside down, spinning it as he pushed a shot glass towards you.

"oh, are we starting?" you asked, a giggle on your lips as you picked up the glass. 

he smiled vaguely as he cracked open the bottle, pouring into your glass as you held it. "meat is meant to be accompanied."

he was about to pour his own shot, but you took the bottle from him before he could. he eyed you, but picked up his glass anyways, watching your face as you poured into it, label up.

"very respectful," he commented.

"don't expect it all the time," you said back, clinking your glass with his and repeating his cheers before turning to the right to take your shot.

"do you drink a lot?" he asked, grabbing the tongs and flipping meat.

you cocked your head. "not too often, but i enjoy it."

he looked at you, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eye as he gave you a lopsided smile. "how much?"

you quirked a brow. "how much do i enjoy it? or how much can i?"

"both."

you sucked on your teeth, appraising the situation as you watched him cook. "above average."

he laughed. "what a diplomatic answer."

"we are coworkers, afterall," you pointed out.

he exhaled, knocking his head to one side as he put down the tongs in favor of his chopsticks, craving the salt of a side dish after the soju. "i was hoping we would be beyond that by now."

you watched him, a slight smile on your face. you straightened your spine and picked up your own chopsticks, grabbing a bit of kimchi that had been on the grill and putting it on your rice. "what else were you hoping for?"

he wished you didn't make him smile so much, but he supposed you couldn't help it as he watched you chew with a quirk in his lip. "a successful first date."

"what classifies success?" you asked after swallowing. 

jeonghan thought a moment, trying to read your face. a small smile snuck onto your lips as you waited, and he adjusted his posture before he answered. "a promise that this won't be the last date, too."

"ohhh," you vocalised. "very diplomatic."

he gave a short laugh. "i am an idol, afterall."

you thought on that statement for a second. "i hope you don't think i'm only here because of that," you said finally.

he pouted his lips out slightly as he shook his head. "i don't. i can tell you like me."

"hey," you laughed. "what makes you so confident?"

"i have eyes," he said plainly, giving you a devilish look as he started messing with the meat again, pulling some done pieces to the edges of the grill plate. "and you laugh too genuinely at my jokes."

"too genuinely? what does that even mean?"

"really?" he knocked his head to one side. "i saw you trying to hide your laughter when we filmed at sports monster."

you rolled your eyes. "i was laughing at dokyeom."

"got it," he laughed, gesturing for you to eat. "then why are you here?"

you eyed him as you took some pork. "i think you're interesting."

"interesting." he repeated back to you. "how so?"

"you're a closed book," you explained. "you seem to always be your genuine self, yet i know nothing about you. but i guess that's just because i only know you on camera."

he paused, studying your face as you chewed the meat, smiling slightly when you said quietly that it tasted good and took more. he thought about how much care he put into keeping his private life just that. he was always happy to share himself - his personality, his interests, his sense of humor - but he kept his family and friends far from the spotlight on purpose. he enjoyed having the separation. he thought about how you noticed the intentional protection of his privacy. he wondered if you would want to be a part of that.

"what do you wanna know?"

you looked up at him, pausing your enjoyment of the meal as you registered his serious tone. you blinked for a second, then said "everything," as if the answer couldn't have been more obvious.

afterwards, jeonghan held the cab door open as you got in, assuring that he was sufficiently hidden under a mask and his hood as he climbed in after you. you told him it wasn't a great look for him to be getting in a cab with a sufficiently drunk you, but he just pulled the mask under his chin and grinned, saying he thought you said you had a high tolerance.

"i do," you pouted, tugging at your seatbelt. "but we had six bottles."

he tsked. "you can only take three bottles? you said above average."

"that is above average," you said, pushing his shoulder. "just because you guys drink like sailors…"

he giggled and rocked back into your side, eyes flickering back and forth between yours as the car began to move. you didn't talk about anything of true substance in the cab - most of the deep conversation had taken place over the meal, leaving you both giddy during the ride to your apartment. you complained about how full you were, and he told you you didn't have to keep eating if you felt full.

"i couldn't stop," you groaned, slightly saddened when you recognized the street outside the window and realized you were almost home. "it was too good."

he was smiling warmly at you when you looked back at him. "hey."

your face mask started feeling particularly warm. "hi."

he cleared his throat slightly, making no effort to pull himself away from how his shoulder leaned into yours. "stop me if you want, okay?"

something flitted in your stomach. "from doing what?"

he reached over to you, pulling your mask down like his, then gently ran his fingers up your jaw. "this."

but you didn't want to stop him, so you didn't. you just let your lips part slightly as he leaned into you. your mind spun suddenly, having a rush of self awareness at the fact that you were kissing seventeen's yoon jeonghan in the back of a cab, but it was only fleeting as your hand went up to grip his wrist lightly. you remembered that while, yes, he was seventeen's yoon jeonghan, he was also hwaseong's yoon jeonghan. he was a kid from a farm town that loved his sister more than life itself. he recently bought a lego set, but hasn't gotten the chance to build it yet. he got giggly when he drank, even when he wasn't drunk.

so you let him kiss you in the back of a cab, and even when he pulled away from you, your eyes followed his lips and his did the same with yours, the two of you sharing a hot, heavy breath.

"can i see you again?" he asked suddenly, realizing the cab had stopped in front of your apartment but refusing to pull his hand from your jaw.

you stared at him in a slight daze, then let out a quiet giggle. "yeah, at the gose shoot."

he chuckled, shaking his head at you. "you know what i mean."

you studied his face, admiring the way the tip of his nose had gone red from a combination of the cold air and the shared soju. the way his lips curled as he smiled at you. the way his eyes sparkled. your hand tightened around his wrist slightly. "i'd like that."

his smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss you again. faster this time, but just as intoxicating, and you had to push him away from you to escape the cab, giggling the entire time.

the next time you saw jeonghan (though not the next time you spoke to him, due to him surprising you with phonecalls every couple of days to ask how you were doing), he was wearing a white sweat suit and made a direct point to seek you out, pretending that his only intention was to get hints about what they were doing filming at a high school's auditorium.

"you need to stop approaching me while i'm trying to work," you said, pulling equipment out of a van. "but while you're here, help me carry this."

he laughed, taking the equipment case from you as you shut the trunk, walking beside you. "what's with the nametag?"

you looked down at the paper on the front of your sweatshirt that had your name. "none of your business."

jeonghan eyed you as you opened a door for him. "can i guess?"

you took the case from him as you neared the auditorium. "i won't tell you even if you guess right."

"it's directors versus seventeen?" you faltered, making him laugh. "first try?"

you groaned. "go in before me so it's not so suspicious."

"i can't wait to play with you," he said teasingly, leaning towards you. you almost wanted to pull him into a kiss just at the implication, eyes flickering to his lips, remembering how soft they were against yours.

"if i have to play, i will be incredibly upset," you said plainly. "don't expect me to be nice to you after."

"so the players are random?" he giggled as you exhaled, annoyed at his cunning observation. "c'mon, you don't want to go up against me?"

you felt heat flash in you, completely aware that he was purposefully choosing suggestive wording to fluster you, and you refused to let him know it was working. "absolutely not. hurry up and go in."

"how about this," he said, crossing his arms. "if you have to play a game against me, then i'll stop talking to you at work. but if you don't, you have to get dinner with me again, and i get to keep bugging you. it's a bet of chance."

you rolled your eyes at him, putting down the case when you realized he wasn't going to go in any time soon. "that sounds like you win either way."

he grinned. "those are the best kind of bets! you win either way, too. you don't have to deal with me at work, or you get a free meal."

"cut it out," you whined, pushing at his chest. "eunsong already suspects something is going on, if you don't stop she won't let me live it down."

he laughed. "that sounds like a you problem."

"yeah, and it'll become a you problem, too, when i decide to go back to editing and never see you again."

"hey!" he exclaimed, eyes shining. "you wouldn't."

you glared at him. "fine. the bet’s on. but be aware of the risk you're taking here."

he giggled, backing away towards the doors that led to the auditorium where the rest of the staff had set up. "you're worth any risk, baby."

nervousness bubbled in you every time directors were being called to play, and you noticed the way jeonghan looked at you, clearly hoping you would be forced to join him on camera. he even pointed and yelled at you when you were cheering for your own team in foot volleyball, making you wave your hand in protest, and pray that it wouldn't be included in the final cut of the episode. but even you couldn't deny how well he played, despite how badly you wanted to, and you hated the way a heat dropped in you as you watched him skillfully kick an unreceivable attack.

it was so outside of your expectation for yourself, being attracted to someone based on their athletic skill. it wasn't like you, you would insist. you like intellectuals. comedians. not jocks. but it was incredibly hard for you to ignore how fucking attractive jeonghan was, spiking the football and winning the game, especially when you had already established how much you liked his mind.

he made flirty eye contact with you periodically, fishing for a reaction as you tried to keep your attention on the monitors behind your designated table. your mind kept flickering to how he had caressed your cheek in the back of the cab as he kissed you. how he had cornered you on multiple occasions just to tease you. you snapped out of your trance when joshua announced the next game.

you had secretly hoped tug of war wouldn't be one of the games played today - it would be thirteen versus thirteen, which meant you had the highest chance of being called to play. when you looked at jeonghan, he was already watching you, the eye contact making him smile as his members started to line up to pick names.

there was a commotion when jeonghan called eunsong's name, and you watched as your boss dipped her head at having the play one of the more physically demanding games in the lot. you nervously stared at seungcheol, hoping the name he called wouldn't be yours, and letting out a sigh of relief when it wasn't. the girl you were sat next to highfived you, both pleased that you didn't have to participate.

jeonghan looked at you with pursed lips and shook his head slightly, and you stuck your tongue out in response. he let out a short scoff, staring after you, and when you didn't pull your gaze from him, he nodded his head up slightly and winked at you subtly.

you immediately looked away, eyes wide, trying to calm the way heat radiated off the back of your neck. you knew he was laughing at your reaction, but you avoided looking in his direction again as you got called to man a camera as it's usual director got ready to participate.

after the final team of directors got picked, you let out a breath of relief, and after the bottle tossing was done, you accepted your team's defeat as you all started packing up the equipment. the mood was high, despite the loss, many of the other staff members deciding to go get dinner together anyways, even if they had to pay themselves, and you casually told them you were more interested in going home, thinking about how jeonghan would likely want to cash out his dinner as soon as possible. it wasn't until later, when you were standing alone in a hallway and he found you leaning casually against a wall, that you started to get nervous again.

"seems like i'll be seeing you for a long time," he said, a smirk on his face, changed back into his own clothing. "you lost every bet today, you must be sad."

you sighed, shoving your phone into your pocket and taking off your mask. "i lost, but at least i get a free meal. and i didn't have to play any games."

he put his shoulder on the wall beside you, studying your face as you looked at him. "are you free now?"

you nodded casually, looking away. "yeah, i could clear my schedule."

he laughed. "great. do that. i'm in the mood for noodles."

"hey," you started, then pushed off the wall to lean against your shoulder and face him. "since when are you good at foot volleyball?"

he smirked at you. "surprised?"

you studied him. "a little."

"i always liked sports," he said. "footie is one of my favorites."

"it was impressive," you said, watching the way his lips curled again, trying to hide your own sneaking smile. "you were the ace."

"i usually am."

you laughed at his brag, putting your hands behind your hips as you leaned back against the wall again. "you must be tired now, though."

he knocked his head to one side and pushed himself off the wall, casually putting a hand just above your shoulder. "not too tired."

you stared at him as he leaned into you, almost wanting to laugh at the cliche position you found yourself in. "they're probably looking for you."

"nope," he said matter of factly, grinning. "told 'em i had a ride."

your stomach flipping, suddenly wishing he didn't just mean your car.

"you're done working, right?" he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips. "can i steal you away?"

you nodded, your hands reaching up to his shirt and pulling him into you. and when his lips were on yours again, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, enjoying the way his hand went up to hold your jaw. you couldn't help the way you pulled yourself off the wall to be closer to him, and he didn't argue when your arms snaked around his neck, his hands running down your sides and landing on your hips in response. you huffed against him, pulling away slightly, giggling when he tried to follow.

"we shouldn’t be doing this in a hallway."

his eyelids seemed heavy as he gave you a sappy smile. "why not?"

"jeonghan," you said incredulously, pulling your arms off his shoulders and placing your palms on his chest, backing into the wall. "it's like you want to ruin your career."

"you just-" he interrupted himself, putting his lips against yours again. "you're so-" another interruption. you laughed against him, pushing on his chest. 

"stop," you said, sliding against the wall to sneak away. he caught on too quickly, wrapping his arms around you as you tried to back down the hall. "jeonghan, seriously-"

"please," he whined, his nose tapping against yours as he followed you, keeping you in his arms. "i've been wanting to kiss you all day, please."

you exhaled, trying not to laugh. "i've been wanting to kiss you, too."

he grinned. "then i don't see the problem."

"the problem is that we're at a high school," you said. "and there might still be staff wandering around. or worse, civilians."

he sighed. "you worry too much."

you shook your head at him. "for someone who is incredibly private, you seem to really want to be caught kissing me."

"as long as i'm kissing you," he stated plainly, placing another on your lips before you could stop him.

"cut it out," you said, looking around. you grabbed his hand, pulling it off your hip as you turned to walk down the hall. "c'mon, you impatient prick."

he laughed, but followed. "where are you taking me?"

"somewhere less public," you said, and jeonghan caught on when you turned a corner and he saw a restroom sign.

you were hardly in the room when he pulled you into him again, barely even letting you peek under the stalls to make sure you were alone before he was backing you against the closed door. you let him dive deeper than before, getting a boost of confidence from the slightly more private location, and you only smirked against his lips when he slyly flipped the lock.

"better?" he asked, a hand on the side of your neck.

you nodded at him, hands sneaking up his chest. "much better."

he smirked at you, running a hand through his hair quickly before holding you by your face, working your lips open. you sighed, your hands falling to his hips, and you felt him smile against you as he adjusted, wrapping his arms around your waist and nudging your arms up against his chest.

"i have to tell you something," he said suddenly, and you stared at his lips as you caught your breath.

"it can't wait?" you asked.

he chuckled. "who's the impatient prick now?"

you rolled your eyes, letting your head fall against the door. "what is it?"

"i cheated."

you gaped at him for a second, studying his dorky smile. "when?"

he giggled. "i pulled your name for tug of war."

"what?" you laughed. "you're lying."

"i promise you, i will never lie when you're in my arms."

your cheeks felt hot suddenly. "so i won the bet?"

"no," he said, leaning into you again. "you didn't have to play against me, so i still won."

"but you cheated," you pointed out, still letting him steal a kiss off your lips. "that's a forfeit."

"we never said that."

"those are standard rules!"

he shook his head, smiling as he let his gaze linger on your lips. "never heard of it."

"ugh, really," you hit his chest, laughing incredulously. "i can't believe you."

"i did you a favor," he insisted. "you didn't want to play, so i said lee eunsong instead."

you eyed him, squinting slightly. "fine. you win."

he grinned. "i always do, even when i don't."

you rolled your eyes again before kissing him, his hands running up your sides. you moaned against him, and he faltered, pulling away slightly.

"you're too much," he said, lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

you huffed. "what do you mean?"

he chuckled, then pushed his hips against you, revealing his already hardening member. "that's what i mean."

you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and pulling your hand to gently rub over his length. "just from kissing?"

"i've been thinking about you for days," he admitted, eyes shutting briefly in reaction to your hand, but opening them again watch you bite at your own lip. "i've never wanted someone so bad."

"never?" you asked.

he shook his head, snickering into a kiss. "don't get a big head."

you moaned against him, his fingers on the back of your skull triggering an involuntary response. "i was hoping to give it, actually."

jeonghan huffed, and you smiled when his member flinched against your palm. "i'm not gonna stop you."

you giggled, grabbing his shirt with both hands and spinning so that his back was against the door instead of yours, kissing him deeply, getting distracted by his lips against yours before you managed to start sinking in front of him.

"fuck," he breathed, staring down at you as you undid his jeans. "fuck, are you sure?"

you ignored how hard the tiles felt against your knees as you nodded. "i've been thinking about doing this for hours."

he groaned, his skull hitting the door as you kissed at his underwear-clad erection and tugged his jeans slightly off his hips, his hand running through your hair. "is this why you called me an ace?"

you peered up at him, pushing your tongue against the fabric and watching his lips part in response. "maybe."

he smirked down at you, eyes soaked in lust. "i hope we play more sports at shoots, then."

chuckling, you rubbed your hand against him, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling. "i'll make sure to submit your feedback."

"god, you'll be the end of me," he said, eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back again. you tugged his underwear down, and he helped push the fabric out of the way with the hand that wasn't rooted in your hair, watching with parted lips as you wrapped your hand around him.

your mouth watered slightly, staring directly at his cock in your hand. you had never thought of a dick as pretty, but that was in the only word in your head as you admired the way it curved and the redness of the tip, and you thought it made sense that everything about jeonghan was beautiful. you looked up before you ran your tongue against the bell, smiling slightly when he groaned loudly, his grip tightening against your skull. his free hand pulled the hem of his shirt up, putting it between his teeth and running his fingers through his hair again, staring down at you as you teasingly kissed at his tip. you looked up at his exposed torso, silently cursing as you felt your arousal building fast - of course he was fit. it shouldn't surprise you, but somehow you would never stop being utterly shocked by how perfect he was.

"you're so hard," you commented, pumping his length in your hand.

he groaned again, hissing slightly before he spoke through his teeth. "stop teasing."

you rolled your tongue out, licking up his length once, tasting the saltiness of precum at his slit. "you're not really in charge here."

the shirt dropped from his teeth as he gasped, but he managed to catch it before it fell over his stomach. he swallowed once to gather himself. "you're the one on your knees because i was good at a game."

slightly annoyed, you wrapped your lips around him and quickly pushed yourself over his length once, satisfied by the way his jaw dropped and his head hit the door. using the saliva you left, you pumped him as you drew away, looking up at him sweetly and swallowing. "what were you saying?"

he looked down at you blearily, fingers loosening in your hair and sliding across your jaw. you saw his eyebrows flinching in rhythm with your hand. "you can do whatever you want."

you bit at your lip, smiling up at him, then looking at the member in your palm. you let your tongue meet the tip first before you started bobbing your head over his length, making him let out breathy moans. you wondered vaguely if the building was actually empty, or if someone would hear his uninhibited noises through the door as you sucked him off.

"f-fuck," he panted, planting a hand against his temple as he pushed his hair out of his face, staring down at you. "god, you're incredible."

you felt your pride swelling slightly, pulling off him and twisting your hand around his hot cock, admiring how his hips bucked against your grip. you pumped him, your tongue against the tip as you looked up, making him moan at the eye contact.

"baby, you drive me insane," he muttered, putting his hand back in your hair. "god, i need to fuck you." 

your stomach flipped, and you panted slightly, catching your breath before you continued. "next time. i wanna taste you."

he groaned, then smiled. "next time?"

you nodded, looking up briefly. "and the time after that."

jeonghan's hips pushed against you again, a smirk on his lips. "again and again?"

your response was your mouth around him again, and he let out a low moan, brows pitching as he focused on the feeling. you pulled your hand off him, placing it on his thigh as you pushed yourself as far onto him as you could, the tip of his cock hitting your throat.

his chest heaved. "fuck, baby, just like that."

you moaned over his cock, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on keeping your throat open, his fingers tangled against your scalp. his moans were almost musical as he neared his high, rushing out a quick warning as he felt it approaching. you just groaned in acknowledgment, looking up briefly as he gasped, his eyes screwing shut when he came in your mouth.

his hips jerked into you as he released, and you swallowed around him, putting a steadying hand at the base of his cock as you lapped at the length, making sure to suck him dry, he flinched, letting out a short, airy laugh at the stimulation.

"holy shit," he said, finally catching his breath as he scratched at his brow with a thumb. you grinned and carefully pulled his underwear back over his hips, wincing as he helped you to your feet, your knees creaking slightly. he pulled you against him, kissing you as you whined lightly. "what?" he chuckled. "am i not allowed to kiss you now?"

you just stared at him, eyes slightly bleary from the work you had put in, and he giggled as he kissed you again, slowly pushing you to walk backwards until your backside hit a counter. you exhaled when he finally pulled away, a slightly confused stitch in your brow. "are we not getting dinner now?"

"baby," he said, giving you mischievous smile as his hands running over your hips. he leaned into you, teasing at your lips as he said, "you really thought i wouldn't return the favor?"

[skzfairies]

sooyoung’s relationship with nct dream!

✿ mark

he was actually the first one to introduce himself to her in the dreamies

he was really sweet towards her but wasn’t like, over the top, he was kinda chill yk

and that just made her feel so comfortable because she had so many worries about joining nct dream as a girl, she knew monique would also be there, but they weren’t in the same unit so it was very nerve racking for sooyoung

and this girl was like, 15 and she was being thrown into debut suddenly with a bunch of boys, and it was very overwhelming

but mark assured her that it was all okay, and that everyone wanted her there, and that she deserved to be here

if she was ever having any problems with anything, he would always try his best to help her out, or direct her to someone he knew would help her

and now they are the bestest friends, sooyoung admitted that out of the members he feels like an older brother the most to her :D

their always goofing off or messing around, but not like bouncing off the walls together, they just make jokes to each other and burst out laughing

they have so so many inside jokes omg

and whenever they randomly make eye contact, they would always burst out laughing, they literally can NOT be serious around each other ....

mark is basically the reason she knows so much english 😭 she literally just repeats whatever he says and then studies it later....that’s basically how she learned lmaooooo

✿ renjun

renjun ALWAYS clowns her, like she could just be breathing and he would make fun of her (all jokes ok he loves her)

and she’s just like .... did i ask

but she always gets him back :D

she doesn’t roast him, but rather she EMBARRASSES him

if renjun teased her a lot in a video that was uploaded fhat day, she would go on vlive and tell a VERY embarrassing story of renjun and go in COMPLETE detail and then she’s done she’s like “how are you guyssss?”

once renjun saw that she was doing that and he went to where ever she was and complained about it and she just laughed at him while he was begging her to stop 😭

they love each other i promise

they also play fight a lot, like they could just randomly be hanging out in the living room and they would just randomly start fighting each other until they called a truce

sooyoung always wins ☺️, you gotta learn a few tricks if you spend the majority of your time with seven boys

also, when sooyoung got confindent and comfortable with speaking some mandarin, she randomly started speaking it renjun

and he was SO touched like 🤞 he was in shock he was like “when did you- how- what?” and she was just like “ i wanted to learn some so i can talk to you and chenle, i don’t know much but it’s a start!”

and renjun just hugged her, he didn’t know what to say and he was like I LOVE THIS GIRL SO MUCH

no bcuz sooyoung literally deserves the world okay shes so sweet

and renjun would teach her and help her practice when he saw her studying and they just have little conversations with each other in mandarin, and it’s so cute hehe

oh yeah stargazing is a thing for them heeh, when neither of them can sleep because their stressed or it’s just not happening, they both go outside and attempt to watch the stars, even if you can barely see them since their in the city :/

✿ jeno

GAMING BESTIES

they stay up so late playing games whenever they are off and always regret it in the mornings 😭

when she first started playing games w him she was rlly bad and jeno would always beat her and he was SO SMUG ABOUT IT and he was like “haha loser💪”

and sooyoung being the hard worker she is, she practiced her gaming skills for a few months and watched a ton of vids and jeno would ask her to game and she was like “no, not yet.” “i’m kidding your not a loser!” “i’m not playing w u until i can beat ur ass!”

and then a few months later she finally asked him to play

and jeno was like YAY ☺️☺️

and he kept on hyping himself up,,, and then sooyoung beat him

she ended up beating him 4/6 times they played 🤞

JENO WAS SO SHOCKED

HE WAS SO HEARTBROKEN

and sooyoung was just like :))) it’s okay jeno, maybe next time!” and she skipped out of his room happily while jeno was still like :0

he sat there in shock for awhile...

song writing besties 🤞

he actually helped her a lot when she was first learning, and when she completed her lyrics she had him check them over

same for him, she would always read over his lyrics he written, and sometimes she recorded a guide for him !

they always bounce ideas off of each other whenever their stuck, and then their like “damn we rlly are big brain 🤞”

OHHHH SHE MET HIS CATS ONCE

she fell in love with them, and his cats were instantly drawn to her

jeno has like 100 pictures of her w his cats he’s like :)) my childern

after meeting them sooyoung wont stop asking for asking for pictures of them or asking if their okay 😭

jenos like “do you love my cats more than me?“ and shes like “YUP:D”

✿ haechan

oh my gosh someone seperate them

these two are so chaotic omg

they are always coming at everyone���s throats omg

they roast the shit out of everyone 😭😭

whenever they are together there’s always loud laughing, BECAUSE HAECHAN IS JUST SO FUNNY OK

completly random but they look so cute and pretty sitting next to each other :D

haechan does tease her, but it’s not as much as the other members and she’s like :) “i’m special”

he’s always hugging on her and she either has two reactions:

if she’s sleepy and haechan throws himself on her she’s like ??? who tf is on me ??? and she looks so confused while haechan is moving around on her to get comfy and hes lowkey screaming and shes like 😳 i just woke up, and then she just goes back to sleep

if she’s wide awake she will scream and laugh and jokingly push haechan off of her until she gives up and just hugs back onto him, and she pats his head and goes “haechannie, your so cute :) i love you!“

its kinda a suprise that he’s older than her because he acts SO CUTE AROUND HER

and normally sooyoung would judge tf iut of u if you acted cute around her but wirh haechan she gets SO SOFT

like internally screams with haechan looks at her with a soft expression on his face because HE IS JUST SO CUTE AWH

another gaming duo <3

although it’s harder to beat haechan for her 😭😭

she’s only beat him like 5 times of the 6 years she’s known him 🤞

they also stay up late together, like they’ll be facetiming and they will litwrally just talk about ANYTHING and laugh their asses off

he lets her ramble about the random facts that she knows or the show she has been watching and jes just like :D your so cute, even if she repeated the same thing 2828 times or is not making any sense at all

haechan and sooyoung are so soft for each other 🤞

but they also arent afraid to roast tf out of each other 💪

✿ jaemin

these two are the sweetest omg

like they are SO CLOSE

and they are always together omg

like they always hang out in either one of their rooms and chill, it’s mostly her room tho because she complains about jaemins bed 😳

jisung feels like jaemin is his roomie too because he’s in there so much :0

dw sooyoung and jaemin are considerate 🤞

if jisung is sleeping and they wanna have a deep ass talk then jaemin will drags her to his room, because lets say jeno is a heavy sleeper (idk if he is but lets just say he is ☺️)

they are ALWAYS cuddling, like whenever she walked infront of his and he is sitting down, he’ll pull her to either sit next to him or his lap, it depends if cameras are around 🤞 and then once she’s sitting he’ll wrap his arms around her and just cuddle until they get uncomfortable lmao 😭

sooyoung will not fall asleep on any other member but jaemin, it’s just a thing idk, not that she’s not comfortable with the other members she just prefers to cuddle w jaemin since they cuddle so much hehehehe

whenever they are out walking in the streets and she’s tired she’ll grab onto jaemin’s shirt and he just down at her like :0 oh my god your so cute i just wanna protect ☺️, and he just puts his arm around her shoulder while she holds onto him :( i love them their relationship is so soft

ohhhhh jaemin made her go bike riding w him one day and she felt like she was going to DIE, her legs were so sore afterwards but jaemin was semi fine, and she was just like 😡i hate you.

she always asks jaemin to edit her photos for her, cuz she doesn’t know how hmph, and jaemin offered to teach her so she was like ☺️ okay so she sat in a chair next to him, and she ended up falling asleep.... whoops

jaemin was like “so you just do this to remove any- sooyoung?” and he looked down and sooyoung had her head against her knees, and she was OUT, like jaemin tried everything to wake her, so he ended up having to pick her up and put her on his bed while he finished editing her pictures 🤞

best boy jaemin YUP

i could write for AGES about them because i just love their relationship so so so much but all you guys need to know in summary is that they are such a soft friendship, they can always be seen cuddling together, they talk about almost everything, and their just besties :D

✿ chenle

01 liner babe’s yup !

they were close before debuting because they were close in age, and when they found out they were debuting they were like YESSS I KNOW YOU 😟😟

they call themselves twins hehe, even if they aren’t even born in the same month 😭

if they say they are twins, they are twins.

HIGH PITCHED LAUGH DUO YUP

sooyoung also has a higher pitched laughed, so whenever they laugh, it’s VERY high pitched

also they love to randomly harmonize?

like they could just be sitting in the waiting room and then they would just sing in harmony and then go back to whatever they were doing :0

ohhhh and they LOVE doing tik toks together

they will do covers of dances together or those silly duo ones and it’s so FUNNY because they are both so chaotic and it’s so cute

they really killing everyone w their cuteness 😭😭😭

he was also so shocked when she spoke mandarin to him, even if it was just a little bit and kinda awkward because she had just been studying to for a few months (she started studying it in january 2021!) and he was like 😟😄😄

he also gave her a big hug but he was way more entergetic than renjun, he shook her back and forth and yelled in her ear, NOT ON OURPOSE

he was just excited 🤞🤞

ohhhh they also post lil duets together :D and it’s so CUTE

like their both bare faced in a dim lit vocal room and one of them is playing the piano, and they just sing, and it’s so raw and beautiful, OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM

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✿ jisung

at first he was kinda shy around her, since hes normally shy around new people

and sooyoung was like, i understand, but shes an extrovert so she tried her hardest to be friends with everyone and talk to everyone, and jisung was like ???? how are you so talkative ???

the first thing he ever said to her was “your shirt’s cool, i like shinee subaenim too!” and it was really quiet and sooyoung was like “thanks ☺️”.

she was wearing a shinee tshirt btw, she’s a big shawol 🤭

they eventually got close though, i mean your bound to be when your with them all day yk

but sooyoung was so soft and gentle w him and reassuring him that it’s okay that hes a lil shy and he just felt comfortable around her, even if it was kinda hard to have conversations

now their inseparable!

she always laughs whenever he breaks something, but she always grabs it and sees if she can fix it for him, while laughing

for the first few years of their debut jisung was like her lil bro, she would always tease him or fool around him

and now its the reverse 😭

jisung always roast her or teases her, and it’s so subtle she would just laugh whenever he said something and then after awhile she realizes what he just said so she’s like ... ☺️😟😳😕

shes like wHAT HAPPENED TO MY LIL BRO

jisung always pats her head when she has her mouth open after he teases her, and is like “hehe, love u”

“sure you do jisung, sure you do.”

she gets him back by blasting twice or shinee and dancing on her bed until jisung gets out of bed and turns it off 😭

she never does that when he’s sleeping because she doesn’t actually wanna make him mad 😭

they have never fought and she’s not willing to loose that streak

jisung compared their hand size once and it litteraly made sooyoungs hands look like a baby hand and she was like ... i hate it here

now he always asks for a high five and then he laughs because of the size difference

and she gets SO MAD

“STOP DOING THATTTTT, ITS NOT FUNNY”

“stop falling for it 🤷‍♂️”

“hOLD ME BACK.”

jaemin actually had to hold her back from running after him after he teased her

not that she would hurt jisung....she would just hit him a few times

jaemin scolds her for fighting the members he’s like “we do not condone violence in this household!”

then she goes “condone violence my ass! just let me flick him.”

jaemin doesn’t let her flick him 😭😭

she does it before jisung goes to sleep tho 💪

[bbodysnatchers]

Tbh if you actually like answering early fandom questions I have like a million (btw it’s me again from the last 2)

You mentioned before that you were kind of out of the fandom by Danger Days but do you remember what the reaction was when Gerard talked about drinking again?

Did many og fans stick around or did they really turn on the band? Like I know you said bullets ppl hated revenge but did it grow on them eventually?

What did ppl think when Gerard and Lynz married???? That one I really want to know bc when I was newer in the fandom everyone kissed her ass like crazy and it seems like ppl have only recently realized she and msi aren’t the greatest.

Ok! Hey!!!! I kind of love you for all of these btw. this is gonna be LONG. SO yes, I was totally out of fandom at that point. However, I do follow a few blogs and I remember when the article was posted where he talked about his struggle with an ED and starting to drink again during DD. Personally, I was kind of. In shock? I didn't realize how much he was struggling at the end of it tbh. I think it also took a lot of older fans out a little bit too. It kind of made him a tangible human being rather than this formative icon we idolized. Saying that sounds awful. But at the beginning, because there was no social media, we had NO idea what the guys were actually like irl. They were human, obviously, but they were people we had put on a pedestal and we could project onto them, y'know? We had interviews and such, but the first glimpse we got into ~the real them~ was LOTMS, which was a highly edited version of the truth that fell into the stereotypes we kind of built. It glossed over Gerards addiction pretty rapidly. Reading his struggle at the end of MCR and DD broke my heart. This band did SO much for me, and a lot of us, but we never took into account how much it was taking from them or Gerard. That's all I can really say about it? Like I said, I wasn't in the fandom. So this was mostly my perspective. No one turned on the band. I think we just kind of grew up and started experiencing new things. Our interests change and merge as we get older. Some things I got from being an MCR fan stuck with me forever - i.e, my love of horror films and graphic novels, as well as my forever love of the guys. But the music wasn't what I needed anymore, yknow? I have diagnosed avoidant personality disorder, and severe depression as a result. My Chem helped me feel seen when I felt totally fucking invisible. It helped me form lasting friendships. I'm still friends with people I met in line to their shows in 2005, and on myspace. As I turned 19-20, my sadness started feeling more melancholy rather than anger. I listened to a lot of The National around then, and started getting seriously invested in film as a way of escapism. In regards to people hating revenge - I think a lot of people either left or stuck around for good. You can go back on old lj entries on the chemicalromance comm and read peoples reaction to Revenge songs. They hated how manufactured it sounded, hated how clean Gerards vocals were, HATED I'm Not Ok - thought it was too commercial for what they were prior. As someone who got into the via Revenge, it actually took some time to get used to the sound of Bullets! ALRIGHT. Ok. GERARD MARRYING LINDSEY. I wish I could figure out how to add a cut to tumblr now but IDK OK.  SOOO. Some background that y’all know but is needed for context. Gerard was in a LONG TERM relationship for YEARS with someone named Kat. No one has ever EVER seen her. Gerard only talked about having a girlfriend, thanked her in notes, and she is mentioned by some reporters sometimes (as goth looking). They break up. Gerard is ~technically~ single for like. a fuckin MONTH. then Eliza shit starts up (even tho she was alluding to being with him for fukin EVER). She fakes a pregnancy, they get engaged (around I Don’t Love You), shit was WILD. like BALLS TO THE WALL INSANE. I can go way way way more into this if y’all are interested just lemme know. THEY BREAK UP around the beginning of Pro Rev. Ok. OK. Within like. another fukin MONTH Gerard is seen MAKING OUT WITH LYNZ FROM FUCKIN MSI. They go to each others shows, seen holding hands ETC ETC. LIKE. THIS DUDE. This dude who had a LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND WE NEVER EVER SAW suddenly has had TWO PUBLIC RELATIONSHIPS IN THE SPAN OF NOT EVEN A YEAR.  also btw. We ALL thought he was gay, no fukin joke. Like I was saying earlier about not having any social media. We had an idea of what the guys were like from their stage personas and LOTMS. And like. Gerards Stage Persona is Loud. We thought Eliza mightve been a beard? Idk it was a weird time tbh.  BUT THEN THEN T H E N G AND L GET MARRIED????>>????? THEY HAD BEEN DATING A M ON TH. a MONTH. and they got fuckin MARRIED. The conspiracy theories, y’all, I can’t. IT WAS INSANE.  SO DUDE GETS ENGAGED TO SOMEONE, BREAKS UP, MAKES OUT WITH BASS PLAYER FROM MSI AND GETS MARRIED TO HER. ALL WITHIN T H R E E MONTHS.  goddamn.  So, ok. Last bit. Unfortunately the attitude towards language and WAS different back then. I know a lot of younger fans shit on older fans for saying so, but it WAS. It was totally different. MSI were seen as ~too cool, and their fans were pissed they went on tour with My Chem, etc. I wasn’t a fan, but I had seen them live a few times with a friend who was (not on Pro Rev). They just weren’t my thing and I hated Urines face. My friend who was actually a huge fan of BOTH msi and my chem separately was SHOCKED that G and Lindsey got together because their band and their vibes were so different. People mostly thought Lindsey was hot at the time but didn’t know anything about her, cuz again, no social media. Like, I cannot stress enough how much about these people we did not know. No one cared about their social lives or what they were like irl so we DIDN’T know how gross Urine and crew were. Like. A Huge factor as to why people were pissed and mad at Eliza was because she was making something Gerard obviously wanted to keep private into a public thing for attention and clout. Also, when he was being SO public with Lindsey it was shocking. Anyway I h8 msi. 

[blurglesmurfklaine]

If the World Was Ending

A/N: not to be that bicth who writes song lyrics as a summary but…

Summary: 

I know, you know, we know You weren’t down for forever and it’s fine…

But if the world was ending, you’d come over right?

“The human race on the edge of extinction, and all Kurt can think about is his ex-fiance.”

Based on If the World Was Ending by JP Saxe

1908 words, angst, reconciliation fic (seasin six AU ish)

A/N (edit): This started out rated G but now it’s rated E oops

Read On AO3

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He’d called his dad.

“I’m coming home,” he’d blubbered. “It’s not too long of a drive.”

“You and I both know there’s no way you’re getting out of New York right now, kiddo. The roads are gonna be way too congested, no one’s going anywhere.”

“Then I’ll book a flight.”

“Airlines aren’t operating. Indefinitely.”

“I will walk if I have to then, I don’t care, dad. This can’t be—I have to see you. I don’t want—”

“Kurt,” his dad said, a brittle finality in his tone. 

And Kurt knew what it meant. He could waste his last breaths trying, but there was no way he was getting back to Lima before time was up.

So many things he’d wanted to say. I’m so scared. I don’t want to be alone. But with an invisible countdown hanging forebodingly over everyone’s head, all there was time for were the words that mattered. 

“I love you, Dad,” he’d whispered brokenly.

“I know,” Burt had replied. “I love you, too. So much.”

“Tell Carole and Finn I love them.”

“They know. I will, but they know.”

Silence taught between the lines, heavy with the not wanting to let go. 

“Kurt…”

“Yeah?”

“You should go see him.”

And the line went dead.

Kurt had cried, tried to redial, screamed pathetically at his phone until his vocal cords were raw with the fear and loneliness that have been aching in him ever since he broke things off with Blaine, amplified now by the blood-stained sunset and the steadily increasing heat.

Solar flares, they’d said on the news that morning. Just a rare, astronomical anomaly, something to mark on the calendar. By the time Kurt had gotten out of his last class, it seemed there would be no more calendar to mark. NASA’s top astrophysicist estimated they had until sunset before the planet was burnt to a crisp. 

The human race on the edge of extinction, and all Kurt can think about is his ex-fiance.

What a horrid way to find out that he does, in fact, want to spend the rest of his life with Blaine.

He’s passed Blaine’s new apartment now and then, feeling an undercurrent of regret every time he did, and now, his feet seem to follow his heart there. 

Fear makes his arm heavy when he finally reaches the front door to Blaine;s new apartment, but something deeper, stronger within him gives him no choice but to knock. 

There’s a little peephole on the front of the door. Kurt imagines Blaine taking one single glance through it, scoffing, and walking away. He’d probably be happier to see a takeout delivery boy than he would the ex-fiance that left him high and dry, broke the best thing that ever happened to him, then left Blaine anchorless. 

If Blaine hates him, Kurt could never blame him for turning him away, even as their demise creeps up behind them.

Click.

The door unlatches and groans open slowly, revealing a familiar face. 

Blaine doesn’t look angry. He doesn’t look confused, or surprised, or any of the reactions Kurt might’ve envisioned. He just looks relieved.

In an attempt to dry his quickly dying throat, not wanting his voice to crack when he speaks to Blaine for the first time in months, Kurt swallows. “Hi, Blaine,” he manages.

There’s only time to register a miniscule waver in Blaine’s lips before his arms are around Kurt and both of them have collapsed in the doorway, reduced to a heap of sobs.

God there are so many things that race through Kurt’s mind like missiles exploding into more sobs before they find their way out of his mouth, but he can’t find the strength to verbalize any of that right now.

Oh, and he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to be strong around Blaine, doesn’t have to hold himself twice as solidly as he does around him and Jesus how he’s missed it. He misses the freedom of not having to hold yourself together when you submit to someone your vulnerability.

Nuzzling his wet face into the familiar curve of where Blaine’s shoulder and neck meet, Kurt is reminded of the safety his relationship with Blaine offered him, that all-encompassing security Kurt once mistook as a suffocating confine because… well, a house can feel like a prison to someone who's never had a home before.

And Blaine is his home, he knows that now. Hell, he’s always known it, and was afraid of it. 

After the apparent shock of having Kurt in his arms again wears off, Blaine pulls away to get a better look at him. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I tried calling you, but I didn’t know if the lines were working after—” 

“I know, I know,” Kurt says frantically, a bit fearfully. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be here, or if you’d even let me in.”

Blaine lets out a wet little laugh that’s halfway a sob. “Kurt, I will always let you in,” he says, and then surges forward to crash his lips onto Kurt’s.

In a flurry of motion, they pick themselves up off the floor and tumble inside the apartment, a mess of flesh and libs desperately trying to cling to each other. As if they are reading each other’s minds, as if they haven’t been separated for months, they each follow the other’s lead. 

The force of the kiss sends them staggering backwards, until Kurt’s back slams roughly against the living room wall. “Shit,” Blaine breathes, pulling away to check on Kurt. “You okay?”

Kurt just pulls him back in, not wanting to have him away for longer than absolutely necessary. “‘M okay,” Kurt mumbles messily against Blaine’s lips. “Just. Don’t stop. Need you.”

Kurt reaches out to unbutton Blaine’s jeans and Blaine returns the favor. A sense of urgency hangs thick in the air, and there’s no time to worry about getting the rest of their clothes off once Kurt’s kicked off his pants to the floor and Blaine has his pulled down enough to free his trapped cock.

Making sure they never break their kiss, Blaine reaches down to grab Kurt’s ass and hoists him up into his hips, using his weight to pin Kurt to the wall while Kurt wraps his legs around Blaine, hooking them together at the ankles.

And then Blaine presses in, and Kurt can feel himself start to fall apart.

Up until now, they’d felt the urgency, the need to rush and just finally be with each other again. But now that Blaine has finally slipped inside him, he rocks his hips forward slowly, fucking into Kurt as if they have eons left together, an eternity instead of mere hours.

With each thrust, Kurt lets out an involuntary cross between a whine and a moan, throwing his head back before eventually burying it into Blaine’s neck and gripping the back of his shirt tightly with his fists. Blaine doesn’t pick up the pace, though; he seems determined to make this last as long as he can, even if it means watching Kurt come utterly undone, still pinned between Blaine’s warmth and the wall.

Kurt feels dizzy and heady with Blaine’s body, and every motion his ex-fiance makes sends another pulse of electricity throughout Kurt’s entire body. Somehow, Kurt manages to gather up enough brain power to think to press his lips to Blaine’s shoulder, messy and wet and sloppy. One by one, he peppers a trail of kisses upwards. From Blaine’s shoulder, to the crook of his neck, to his chin, until finally their lips are together again and Kurt lets Blaine breathe in every broken noise from his mouth. 

It occurs to him, suddenly, how truly lucky he is. What a privilege it is to be able to experience, one last time, the forever he so cowardly tossed aside. This is what he gave up. The man holding him up against the apartment wall, loving him so tenderly, forgivingly, as if Kurt didn’t shatter him a few months ago. The man who could map out every inch of Kurt’s body and soul blindfolded, and using that knowledge to show Kurt exactly how much he still loves him. The kind of love that could hold on when one of them walked away, that could be so understanding, that could forgive when Kurt said some unloving things to the person he loves most in the world.

Kurt had all of this right in the palm of his hand, and he just… let it all go.

When Blaine bucks his hips up this time, Kurt is unable to keep his little moan from evolving into a sob as he once again drops his head into Blaine’s neck, trying to hide his face, red and wet with tears.

In an instant, Blaine is there, cradling Kurt in his hands and lifting his face. “Kurt, baby, what’s wrong? Do you need me to stop—”

Kurt shakes his head and reaches to hold Blaine’s face as well. “No, no, please, don’t stop. I just—” Getting the words out between sobs is proving much more difficult than Kurt could have ever imagined. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. God, I am so fucking sorry. I love you so, so much, and I don’t even know why I—I’m just so sorry.”

 Blaine smooths the sides of Kurt’s hair down, lips quavering before letting his entire face crumble. “It’s okay. None of that matters now.”

It’s then, that Blaine finally quickens his pace slightly, and it’s enough for Kurt to get close again. Blaine wraps a fist around Kurt’s cock trapped between them and starts pumping in time with his thrusts. He leans forward to kiss Kurt one more time, as if the fifty they’ve already shared weren’t enough, and mumbles, “I love you, too.”

And that’s all it takes—knowing that despite it all, Blaine can say those words and still mean them—to send Kurt over the edge, spilling out between their bodies. Blaine keeps fucking him through the height of his orgasm, each strong roll of his hips bringing Kurt to the brink of overstimulation, and after a few seconds, Kurt can feel him finally coming inside of him, little pulses sending aftershocks through Kurt. 

They stay there for a moment—only for a moment, as the ones they have left together are limited—doing nothing except remaining intertwined with each other, holding each other, breathing together.  

Hours later, when they both have cleaned up and come down from their post-orgasm highs, when Blaine has told Kurt about the phone call he got to have with his parents and Cooper, they just lie in Blaine’s bed, wrapped around one another, hands interlocked.

It’s nearly ten at night, but the sky is bright as noon outside. Kurt has always prided himself on his courage, but doesn’t want to lie to himself and say that he isn't afraid to die. He’s fucking terrified. 

But then he looks at Blaine and Everything’s going to be okay, doesn’t feel like the blatant lie it is.

It’s getting harder and harder for Kurt to imagine why he’d ever left him behind. At the time, he’d thought they were nothing more than someone once innocent, now broken.

Maybe they are. But just like Blaine said, none of that matters. 

Because in these final moments they’re sharing, in the sun’s fatal rays, even shattered glass will glitter like the gold they once were.

[someguynamedstevewrites]

My Roommate is an Apparition: An Apparition A-Pink-ciation of Culture

Based on characters created by @reddpenn

From the diary of Lily:

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When I was little, I used to talk to my stuffed animals all the time.  They were my soft, cuddly friends who were always there for me, and even though they never spoke a word, I always imagined I could hear what they wanted to say.  Even as an adult, I still treat inanimate objects like they’re people too.  In fact, everyone does at some point or another in their adult life.  Anyone who has ever argued with their car that refused to start knows what I mean.

But recently, I realized that sometimes people can do... well the opposite. That sometimes we don’t treat people (who are actual, real people) like they’re people.  It’s not something we consciously think about, but it’s more like we forget that, well, people are people.  I know this sounds really dumb, but I felt like I needed to write about this after a... well after an “argument” I had with my roommate.

I’ve lived with my roommate for a few months now, and I thought I had gotten to know them pretty well.   They like to watch cartoons (like, seriously LOVES them) and we had worked out a TV viewing schedule to make sure that we got along together.  But the other day, I realized that I wasn’t necessarily treating them like they were their own person.  I didn’t mean to do that, but it just kind of happened, and...

...well it gets really complicated because, technically, they aren’t a person.

I mean, they aren’t human; they’re an apparition.

It made me think about all those stories about monsters and ghosts.  Like a ghost used to be human, but then they died, and their spirit became a ghost.  Do we still treat the ghost like the person they were when they were alive?  Outside of a few exceptions, the answer’s a definite yes.

But what about an apparition? It’s kind of like a ghost, but it’s not. I mean, it’s not the soul of someone who died or anything. They just sort of exist. (Would Slimer from Ghostbusters be an apparition or a ghost?).

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So anyway, reason I’m bringing this all up is because of what happened last weekend. I was channel surfing through the Cable Guide and as I’m flipping through, I pass by Boomerang (you know, the cable channel that spun-off Cartoon Network to hold all the older cartoons?) and all of a sudden, my roommate appears out of nowhere (literally) and practically grabs the remote out from my hands.

“Hey! What gives!?” I say to them.

They immediately change over to Boomerang and my TV screen is suddenly filled up with the color pink. At the same time, my roommate starts “doot-ing” along with the song and goes, “Doo-Doot! Doo-Doot! Do-Doot-Do-Doot-Do-Doot Do-Doot-De-Dooooooooo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doooot”. I have no idea what they’re doing, but then the cartoon starts up and it’s the Pink Panther.

Rhetorically, I go, “What’s this?”

“Pink... Panther...” my roomie says.

And then I make my first mistake by saying, “Huh. Never seen it before.”

Now if I had been paying attention to them, I probably would have seen the face of shock they were making. “You... NEVER... saw it!?” They gasped.

“Nope. Must have been before my time,” which was totally true. I mean, I later found out my Dad used to watch it when he was a kid. It wasn’t on TV when I was growing up. (Why am I defending myself for not watching a specific cartoon?)

Anyway, roomie asks, “Watch... with me?”

And then I, being a total dumbass, say, “Nah. Think I’ll get some dishes in,” before getting up and walking away.

If I had stayed put for just a few seconds longer, I would have heard them asking, “...please?” (In case you’re wondering, they told me about that later.)

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Yes, I hurt its feelings.  Yes, it was insensitive.  Yes, I am sorry.  But like I said, the thought didn’t even cross my mind back then.  As far as I knew, as long as my roommate had their cartoons, they were happy.  It didn’t occur to me that they cared about anything other than the cartoons themselves.

For the next week, my roommate made sure I knew, now and forever, that this was not true.

My first clue that they were mad at me was later that evening when I went to the living room to watch my usual shows.   It was my turn on the TV, and usually I have to pry my roommate away so I can watch what I want to watch. But that night, the instant I walked into the room, they changed the channel to what I wanted, put the remote down on the couch, and left the room without saying a word.  I thanked them, plopped myself down, and went straight into couch potato mode.

This should have thrown so many red flags in my head, but for some reason, it didn’t.  Maybe I was being too self-absorbed at the time? Maybe I was just tired and thinking, “Aww man, I gotta work tomorrow!”?  No matter the excuse, mistakes were made, and I started paying for them the very next morning.

My “haunting” kicked off with waking up to find most of my rock collection missing.  I have a particular affinity for pretty rocks and gems (I’m kind of a rock nerd) and have my favorites out on display.  But that morning, the only rocks that I could see were the pink ones.  Someone had pilfered almost every pebble from every pedestal to perturb me.   (I saw a chance for alliteration and took it! So sue me!)  I was still waking up and too tired to care about it at the time (me making excuses again) and had work, so I got ready to go and left.

Now I’m not sure how they did it, but my roommate did something to my car radio.   I turn it on and all I get are tunes by Henry Mancini.  Fifty percent of the time, it was the Pink Panther theme, twenty-five percent was the theme from A Shot In The Dark (I had to use Soundhound to figure out that one), and the rest was a mix of some of his other work.   It didn’t matter what station I tried changing it to!  Although I did learn that Mancini composed Baby Elephant Walk, so that’s something.

By now, I’d already figured out what was going on (roommate did it), but couldn’t really do anything about it because I still had work to go to.   As if the daily grind working at an art supply store wasn’t hard enough, I had to work while having the dang Pink Panther theme stuck in my head all day.  Not even the music that played over the store radio could get rid of it.  (Given the quote un-quote “music” they play over the speaker system, I eventually considered it a good thing.)

Then I came home, and that’s when things REALLY escalated.  First words out of my mouth after I walked in was, “Hey, I’m hoooOOOOOLY~!”  Every single wall in the apartment, from the living room, to the kitchen, to the bedroom, and even the bathroom...

PINK!

All of them were painted PINK!

Like strawberry frosted doughnut pink!

As I’m gawking at the interior design sugar rush nightmare, out walks my roommate from around the corner.  Immediately, the first thing I noticed was that they had feet. (Normally, they don’t have feet; they just kind of “hover” or “emerge from the ground” or something.) They had their eyes closed, head held up, and made a point of showing off these noodle legs they had constructed by skipping every other three steps.

They were doing the Pink Panther shuffle.

They walk out of my line of sight and I run over to have a word with them, but by then they disappeared.  I look around and all I see is more and more pink.  From behind me, I hear a mix of snickering slash wheezing.  Like you ever hear of this cartoon dog named Muttley?  They were laughing like him.  And of course, I turn around, and the only thing I see is more pink!

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I knew that my roommate could be ornery at times, like that time I tried to get an idea of their daily routine by setting up a webcam, but this...

I mean, where did she even get the paint?  (Upon reading back here, I realized I referred to them as a ‘she’ even though I’m not sure if they are a ‘she’ or not.  Yeah, I can edit it to a more neutral pronoun, but something tells me I ought to point this out instead of editing it, for some reason.)

I was half tempted to get back at them by painting the walls back to their original color (they do sell paint by the gallon where I work, and I get the employee discount), but realized they’d just paint(?) the walls pink again.  Like I’d turn around after thinking I finished only to find the work I did completely undone.  I could just picture my roommate doing that and finding it hysterical.

Anyway, tacky as the pink walls were, I didn’t get too angry about them.  For starters, my lease agreement said that I couldn’t paint the walls without landlord approval.  But my lease agreement also acknowledges that my apartment may be haunted.  If the landlord ever brought it up, I’d just tell them the “ghost” did it.  Second, these pranks my roommate was pulling were kind of amusing and didn’t really bother me that much.  (I mean sure, I wanted my rock collection back but I doubted my roommate would have thrown them away.  They know how much they mean to me.)

The one thing I was putting my foot down on was that I wasn’t going to ask my roommate what was wrong.  I got the hint, sure, but I wanted them to know that if something is bothering them, they need to, y’know, actually say something instead of leaving spooky pink clues.  They were being a butt, and my hope was that when they saw how much the pink wasn’t bothering me, then they’d finally open up.  This went on for about a week with me going about my daily routine only to be surprised by the occasional pink interruption.

Like on Wednesday, I go to the fridge to get something to drink, and all I find in there is Pink Lemonade.  It actually wasn’t that bad, but I have no idea how my roommate actually got it given that they never leave the apartment.  Thursday, I get a notification saying a package arrived, and find my roommate used my debit card to order the entire Pink Panther cartoon series on DVD.  And earlier on Tuesday, I got a call from my landlord asking if I knew why someone had called in an order, in their name, to have Owens Corning insulation installed.  In case you weren’t aware, that’s the pink insulation who has “you can guess who” as their mascot.

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So, Friday rolls around, and by now, the entire apartment is pink.  Like EVERYTHING.  The furniture, the electronics, the toilet, the sink, the appliances, the TV, and everything in between has been made pink somehow.  I’m not sure who out there still makes pink toilet paper, but apparently my roommate has either some special powers I don’t know about yet, or they got connections.

At this point, since my roommate had yet to approach me about “The Pink-ening”, I began playing the reverse-psychology card.  I came home and got to making dinner.  While some of this was a bit more expensive than what I usually spend on food, I figured it was worth it if it meant getting my roommate to talk to me.  My menu included delicious smoked pink salmon, some crab linguine with a nice amount of pink to it for a side dish, and some mashed red potatoes that turn out nice and pink if you got the right recipe.  To wash it down, I picked up a glass of pink lemonade from the fridge, and in the freezer, some strawberry sorbet.

I get down to eating at my pink table, with a pink wooden chair, pink napkins, pink silverware, pink glass of pink lemonade.  It took a little more effort to put this together, but I made an exaggerated point of showing off how good this pink meal was and how much I was just enjoying all this pink.

About halfway into my meal, I get a feeling that someone’s standing behind me.  It’s hard to put into words how you know someone’s there especially since my roommate doesn’t really eat or breath.  It’s like the hairs on the back of your neck become sensitive like cat whiskers and can just... feel that someone’s there.  Usually sends a chill down my spine when that happens, but this time, I was ready and waiting for it.

“Care to join me for dinner?” I say without turning around.  If I had, they probably would have vanished on me again like they had been doing all week.

“Looks... good...” they say in their ever so familiar by now raspy voice.

“Got something you want to talk about?” I ask between bites.  There’s a brief pause as my roommate thinks to themselves.

“...yes,” they finally answer.

“Okay.  Pull up a chair!  It’s been a while since we just, y’know, talked and stuff,” which was true.  

The instant I said that, I realized that even before the “week of pink” began, we hadn’t spent a whole lot of time together outside of our usual TV time.  I had long since figured out that my roommate wanted me to watch Pink Panther with them, but I just thought they wanted to show it to me to show off how (subjectively) good the cartoon was.  Only then did it hit me that they wanted me to watch it with them because they wanted to watch it together with me.  It was like they were hoping for some roommate bonding time or something like that.

Now, it wasn’t like we weren’t talking to each other before this.  I greeted them whenever I saw them, and let them know whenever I came home or was leaving. but we hadn’t actually talked, like... “talk-talk” in a few weeks.  Instead, the conversations over the last few weeks were like the kind of conversations a person would have with their pet cat or pet dog.  Like you’d talk to them, but not really expect an answer from them.

I had been treating her like a pet more than a person.  (Did it again!  I’m thinking I’ll ask them later what kind of pronouns they’d like me to use, or if they’ve even given any thought towards gender or anything).

My guess is that my roommate picked up on this themselves, and just like a disobedient pet who is bored, lonely, or other, they made a mess of the place.  Maybe they were thinking that if I was going to treat them like a pet, they would act like one too?

Of course, I didn’t mean to treat them like that.  I don’t think anyone really does mean it when they do.  It just kind of happens without thinking about it.  The whole reason I’m writing this down here in you, diary, is so that I can make a mental note slash reminder to be careful of doing that kind of thing.  It’s especially important to remember when interacting with other people, like my co-workers or the store customers.  (Unlike my roommate, they can’t get on my case by making my entire apartment pink.)

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Now where was I?  Oh yeah, our talk.  I think I remember the most important bits of it.  It went something like:

“So, whaddya wanna talk about?” I ask between bites of food.

“Pink...” they say to me.  I wait a moment, expecting them to say “panther” after that, but it when it doesn’t arrive, I step in.

“Yeah!  Pretty amazing what you did with the place!  I didn’t know things could even get this pink!” which was one-hundred percent true.

“...Thank...you...” they say with a smile.  I can tell that was not the answer they were expecting as I could have swore they turned and blushed.  Although I couldn’t tell because of how pink everything else was.

“Although,” I add, “I don’t think the landlord is going to like the apartment being this pink.  If it stays like this, they might kick me out.  And we wouldn’t want that, right?”

Now my roommate, the apparition, actually looks shocked for a moment.  The thought hadn’t entered their head, and for a moment, they looked a little scared.  “N-n-n-no...” they stuttered.

“Well, I’m sure together, we can get this place back to the way it was before the next time they have an apartment inspection.  Whenever that is,” I reassure them.

“Yeah...” my roommate nods.

“Say I got some time off this upcoming weekend.  Want to watch some Pink Panther with me?”  (Oh my God, you should have seen the smile on my roommate’s face when I asked this.)  “I see I have the DVD collection now, apparently,” I say with a wink, “and we can even watch the movies together too.”

“...movies?” they ask.

“Yeah, the Pink Panther was a movie first before it became a cartoon.  It was a live-action movie, but... well some of it’s like a cartoon here and there.  Lots of slapstick comedy that I think you might like.”  They were practically beaming and agreed immediately.  

After Friday’s dinner, we watched some of the cartoons (which are actually pretty funny) and for the upcoming weekend, we’re doing a Pink Panther movie marathon with cartoons mixed in to spice it up.  I also found out that my roommate doesn’t just watch the cartoons, but actually knows a thing or two about them.  Like how Friz Freleng, one of the directors and creative minds behind the original Looney Tunes cartoons, was involved in the Pink Panther’s creation along with a new studio after he left Warner Brothers.  I don’t know how my roommate came to know so much, but it’s pretty cool.

Anyway, I got me some sweet, pink treats to snack on during the movie marathon.  The apartment is still pink as can be, but my roommate said they’ll take care of it once the marathon’s over.  Exactly HOW they plan to take care of it, I have no idea.  Oh well.  No use pinking too hard about it.

(HA!)

[risukadarlin]

[dear♥vocalist evolve] vol. 2: joshua - track two

tw: depictions of self harm

2; someone to believe

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Thank you.

That should be fine for the framework.

But… How do I say this?

Do you think you can make it a bit wilder?

No, I don’t mean that rough.

No, it doesn’t matter.

That was really good.

Let’s go with that.

No, there’s nothing wrong.

Next is the real thing.

Let’s take a break before then.

Yes, see you later!

Why am I holding back?

I should just tell it straight, like I always do!

I should say “That’s wrong.”

“This is the song I want to make.”

This is no good.

I need to be more decisive.

I keep thinking about things that don’t matter.

Now I can’t say the things that do.

The most important thing should be my satisfaction.

That’s what makes our music what it is.

If they don’t understand, then I’ll just find new support members.

That’s what I did until now.

And it went fine.

As long as I’m here, we can make songs for Brave Child.

I’ve been alone up until now and it’s been fine.

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Thank you everyone!

It’s going to be a great track, thanks to your help.

I’ll do my best with the arrangement!

I’ll contact you all when I’m ready to start the second track.

I’m counting on you all!

Yes! Good work today!

What do I mean “it’s going to be a great track”?

I keep lying.

I’m not happy with it at all.

My priorities are all over the place!

Shit!

It’s not their fault.

They’ve done nothing wrong.

It’s my fault.

It’s because I wasn’t honest.

Because I couldn’t tell the truth!

I have to fix it.

I’m the one who’s wrong.

I have to do something myself!

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Hello.

Yes, we finished on time.

Everyone has gone home now.

I’m still in the studio, though.

Yes, that’s right.

It’s going well.

Oh, about that…

I still have some work left.

Is it okay if we move it to this weekend?

I want to arrange it as fast as I can.

I’m sorry, I know I’m the one who invited you.

I’m really sorry.

I’m going to hang up now.

I have to hurry home and start editing.

Bye.

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This is no good.

I can only do so much without rerecording everything.

At this rate, I’ll never be able to make the song I wanted.

I thought I could finally do something I’ve never done before.

I wanted to give Brave Child a new sound.

That’s why I decided to make this song.

I finally got this chance thanks to everyone’s support.

I need to show everyone how far Brave Child has come.

They’re waiting for me.

The Devils have so much hope for me.

Even she…

I can’t carry on like this.

Not at all.

But…

The recording’s over…

It’s not their fault.

It’s mine.

I didn’t say what I was thinking.

Of course it didn’t go the way I wanted it to.

I can’t carry on with these members if nothing changes.

I forced them to change their schedules for me.

If this is this track that comes from that…

On top of it all, I lied to her too!

It’s all my fault.

I haven’t changed at all.

It’s all my fault again.

It’s because I’m useless.

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Hello?

I thought you might come.

I’ll unlock the door for you.

I’m sorry for the wait.

Come in.

What’s wrong?

Sit down.

I know.

I know you’re trying to believe in me.

And that I’m making you worried.

I should be the one apologising.

I’m really sorry.

But…

I didn’t do it.

I mean it.

Look.

If I’m being honest, I thought I might…

I found myself reaching for the cutter without even realising I was doing it.

But I stopped myself.

I thought, I can’t do this again.

I don’t want to hurt you again.

Just making you worry and lying to you makes me feel like the worst person on earth.

But thinking about how I’d me wasting the sacrifices you made for me…

It made me feel pathetic.

I know it’s stupid.

It’s all because I’m so weak.

Everything keeps going wrong because I’m such a coward.

Even I was shocked by how hard it was for me to voice my opinion while we were recording.

Now our new song isn’t going anything like the way I hoped it would.

I was too scared everyone would hate me.

That’s how I’ve always been.

The more I care about a person, the more I think about things that shouldn’t matter.

Normally, that’s okay.

There’s nothing more important than being able to value other people’s thoughts and get along with them respectfully.

It’s not like I’m going out of my way to please other people.

It doesn’t upset me at all.

It’s only when it comes to music…

Stifling my own opinion just means I can’t make the song I want.

No matter what happens, I can’t make compromises.

If I’m not happy with the song we make, it’s not a Brave Child song.

But that just makes it harder for me to say what I want.

I’m scared I’ll hurt someone without realising it.

Even someone important to me.

That’s why all the members left when I was in LA.

I knew I couldn’t make a song as a team.

That’s why I decided to work alone.

But…

Making this new song made me realise something...

I really do love these members.

If possible, I want to work with them forever.

The problems with the new song aren’t their fault.

Not one of them slacked off.

They’re all trying their best to do exactly what I want.

My directions just happened to be useless.

We’ll never be a real group if I can’t tell them how I really feel.

We’ll never be able to make a track I’m happy with.

I know that…

But I still…

Is that really true?

I feel like I haven’t made any progress at all.

I’m just stuck on the mistakes I made in the past and doing the same thing over and over.

What do you mean, I won?

My arm is proof?

I see. I didn’t give in this time.

I didn’t lose to the weak part of me who does nothing but make you sad.

You’re right.

I finally… proved it to you.

Proved that I’m making progress.

It’s just like you said.

The person I need to believe in most… is myself.

These members are different from the old ones.

The same thing might not happen again.

And you’re here too, now.

Everything is different to when I was in LA.

I can do it now.

I believe that.

Okay.

I won’t be able to finish that song at this rate, anyway.

I’ll be honest with them.

I’ll tell them what I’m thinking this time.

No, I’m sorry.

I was just thinking no one knows you better than your childhood friends.

You’re always really kind and usually a bit reserved.

But you always go for my throat when you need to.

It’s fine.

Nothing has saved me more than that part of you.

I’m really glad I came back to Japan.

Thanks to CR, I found what I wanted to do and met so many new people.

I even have people supporting me.

More than anything, I have you by my side.

I should be the strongest person on earth.

Nothing could ever go wrong.

I was crazy to think it would.

I’m glad.

Thank you…

For reminding me what’s important.

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Everyone’s here.

Shall we start?

First of all, I have to apologise to you all.

We were supposed to talk about the second track today.

The track we recorded recently…

I wondered if you’d let me re-record it.

I’m sorry for taking so long to say this.

But I really had a vision I wanted to achieve with that song.

I should have told you all while we were recording the first time.

But I couldn’t.

I don’t want to just arrange it half-heartedly.

You all did your best so that Brave Child can succeed and wasting that effort would be nothing but rude.

I know you’re all busy.

I know it might be difficult for you to change your schedules for Brave Child.

But I want to make this new song with you guys.

I know I can make the best song ever with you.

The song I want the Devils to hear is--

Huh?

Then…

You already knew that I wasn’t happy with the track…?

That’s true.

It’s been a year since we started working together.

Really?

You guys…

Thank you.

Thank you so so much!

[hazelcephalopod]

The Eye of the World Ch 17-18

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched the first 4 episodes of the show and been spoiled on some things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know and what I think in know and what I don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first book under the cut.

Immediate impression: The group must flee and is pursued as tensions escalate.

Ch 17

That is so many different songs and stories

Dancing!

Strange scared man staring and being stared at!

If it isn’t the consequences of your actions Rand? You are too noticeable to do that shit even if it was fun to read

Oh noooo. That’s bad

Oh that is good onamonapia -the sound description thing, not checking the spelling g’luck. about heard that, and I do no like it

Yup. Time to go. Break down a gate if you have too

Sure that’s the reason Thom.

And yea swords only useful if you can use it

I hope you’re just trying to be nice sir b/c you need to prepare for a storm (I later learn he probably was not)

Minor thing, my humble opinion. I get the sense from the show maybe that Two Rivers folks use Eyeless and elsewhere Fade is used. It’s a reversal that makes sense, Eyeless sounds more like a folk scary story than Fade -to me. Fade sounds like a name trying to distance itself from the terror the creature inspires

Yes you should be. You are such a little shit s/x Rand. I still like you but truly you can be such a shit, glad you acknowledge it s/x tho. That’s a good sign b/c at least you are a teenager or basically a teenager

Hey… no. She wanted to come. She was given ample warning. She’s her own person who can make decisions.

Oh compassion. Genuinely glad to see it

‘Absolutely rancid vibes’ -Rand on that stable hand Mutch (probably)

Really totally abandoned?

Are the gates open to leave then or? …no. No they aren’t.

Well actually “No one to come in except in daylight.” Sounds like they can leave to me! Pretty sure Moiraine is about to argue that (I shortly learn I was right)

Sure those are wolves

Ah yes money the universal persuasive power

Ohhh they say that in the show! The bs about Whitecloaks domain over everywhere’s in the light! This time it’s night tho.

“Absolutely rancid vibes.” -me on the Whitecloaks every time we’ve seen them

‘Insufferable fools.’ -Lan, on the Whitecloaks (probably)

Tbh I doubt he would recognize much to do with the Dark One

See shadows and gorplins is what you lot can ‘see’

Also telling a Warder *you* are the one so good at seeing evil. That’s hilarious. More so because they don’t know he’s a Warder

“The Children of Light smell the evil.” -some Whitecloak. What a line, a ridiculous line. Lol

Followed by “We smell it, and root it out. Wherever it is find.” (These are cartoon villains. I love it)

I’d be shocked if you can find your own ass

That guy? Bornhold?

Ah good old Fear spell

Yea Occams Razor. Poor inn-keep dude. They just wiped him like a murder hobo dnd party -well his inn at least

That’s pretty cold I have to say. Understandable but cold. (Still I Stan)

Well really it’s because the Dark One is just the biggest prick but sure blame the children

Just all around a bad situation. It’s not like she didn’t warn him.

“He fell asleep wondering if the roots digging into his ribs would make him dream.” -Rand, the incomfortable campsite after fleeing Baerlon

Mmm what secrets do you have Warder?

Ch 18

The little picture for this chapter is great I can’t decide it it’s corny or kinda metal or somehow both

Huh. That’s a lot of wilderness.

“…last Lord of the Seven Towers.” -Moiraine on Lan. What does that mean?!

Huh. Trap then? That’s a good tactic

500?! How… no one has noticed that?

A place Trolloc’s won’t go. Hmm interesting.

Yea Thom I think that’s clear

The plants trying to bind and or keep Rand that there is maybe something?

Rand is often l sure of himself. He’s also often wrong

Well shit Lan actually killed a Fade! And it’s entire fist of Trollocs. I mean apparently it technically won’t be dead for a while but still

Earthquake? Did she just cause an earthquake. Because that’s awesome.

Why Fades not affected by earth-ripple? Oh no.

Or their horses???

Wall of fire!

Guess that took about everything she had then

Well Moiraine is fucking awesome.

Well magic and adrenaline = heat (s/x)

So various states of shock all around

Hey that’s a good point Egwene. I’m not sure I remember those words from before

That’s weird.

You what now Egwene?

Well that feels just a bit concerning right now. Why would Mat of all people know that? Old blood just… is spice melange?

Time for pass without a trace! (Yes I’m going to keep making dnd references)

There’s that tingle again…

Ok but everyone is shivering this time it seems

Spellfocus. Got it

Yea broken branches are easier to track

Aridhol…Shadar Logoth. And Mat asks for its latter name twice

[hongnanglen-arina]

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A/N: Hello there! Here’s part 1 of my mini series of you and Wonwoo, the next ulzzang stars hahaha :3 I’d be happy to know your thoughts about it. I’m already working on part 2. I might spice it up in the upcoming chapters. If you don’t like that, scream at me and I will stop hehet. So, have fun! And as always, please remember that English isn’t my first language so excuse my grammar ♡

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You sat in Wonwoo’s apartment. It was one of those Saturday nights where you two would order greasy food, have competitive game sessions and cuddle together on his couch or in his huge bed. You’ve known each other ever since your mothers went to driving school together. Both got married to their significant other and soon you two were born, making them joke that you two should end up together when you get older. That didn’t happen obviously. Instead you grew up like siblings, spending nearly all of your free time together, fighting over stupid little things but always making up quickly after. Even studying together, entering the same university and sharing the same group of friends. You two were kind of inseparable. 

“Wait, why is the bucket of fried chicken already empty???” You shot a shocked look at the boy beside you who wasn’t paying attention to you but bobbed his head to the music of the band in the youtube video which was playing on his tv screen, licking his fingers clean to get another slice of pizza. Before taking a bite, he gave you a rather emotionless answer, his face dead ass serious. “Dunno. Maybe we ate it?”

You scoffed at his words. Oh Jeon Wonwoo.

More laughing, more jamming to music and more teasing until you were full, halfway lying on the floor while you talked about the new annoying professor at uni that scolded Dokyeom on his very first day and was on bad terms with him from that day on. 

After a while you cleaned up and started to play Dead or Alive to ‘relieve some stress’. You two had mastered this game for years now, resulting in you and Wonwoo winning and loosing the same amount of times. While you stick to one character, he switched to different ones but even though you two were always close, you would never grow tired of this game and those competitions with him. 

When he left for using the bathroom, you unlocked your phone and scrolled through Instagram, stopping at a specific post of a couple who uploaded a suggestive photo of them without revealing much of their person. You cocked your head to the side and Wonwoo noticed it when he came back. “What are you looking at, y/n?” He sat down beside you and you showed him your phone. “Look, they aren’t doing much and the photo has quite a bad quality - maybe on purpose - but it is still good that I understand why people push the like button. Effortless aesthetic.” 

Wonwoo made an annoyed grimace at your words and you raised an eyebrow. “What?” “Anyone can do that.” “Why do you think that?” Your best friend thought for a moment and pulled out his own phone, unlocking it and going through some apps until he held it in front of the two of you. Before you could ask what he was doing, he got closer to you and took a photo. You noticed that the room was silent. Only some faint noises from outside the window could be heard when he showed the photo to you. It was a photo of you two next to each other but other people wouldn’t recognize you two. The photo showed only your lips, chin, neck and a little bit of your shirt. You looked up at him and saw his grin. Wonwoo moved a little so that it seemed like he was going to kiss you. Slightly panicking, you automatically covered your face, asking him what the hell he was doing when you heard the shutter of his phone once again, signalizing that he took another photo.

The room was quiet when you removed your hands, a soft blush on your cheeks when he turned the screen, giving you a better look of the new photo. Wonwoo used a filter that gave your photo a nice vintage look. Blinking, you were kind of impressed. If you didn’t know better, you would say that it was a photo of a famous ulzzang couple from Instagram. Noticing Wonwoo’s pleased smirk, you hit his chest. “Yah, what was that all about, huh?? You can’t just-“ “I’m going to open a new account. I’m curious how many followers and likes we can get in a month.” 

You had a hard time to follow, squinting your eyes and opening your mouth like a fish without saying anything. He tapped on his phone happily, completely ignoring your confused state. “W-wait, what did you say? What do you mean? A new account? Followers? What?” You tried to have a better look on his screen but he turned around, chuckling a little so that his round glasses slid down the bridge of his nose a bit in the process. “Jeon Wonwoo! Answer!” 

Fighting you off his shoulders, he took his sweet time to do whatever he was doing on his phone and you whined, asking for answers but not getting one at all. Sighing, you gave up after a while, giving his broad back a death glare as you turned around and took your own phone, opening the previous app and pouting while scrolling through the already seen posts. You were facing the other direction, sitting back against back. Hearing Wonwoo chuckle from time to time or giving a thinking noise, he always got your attention but since he never explained what he was doing, you took some selfies, sticking out your tongue and pointing at the boy behind you. After editing it a little more, you uploaded it on your Instagram site with the single word ‘idiot’ and tagged him. Giggling to yourself, you didn’t notice the shuffling noises and the warmth behind you disappearing when Wonwoo literally shoved his phone in your face. Your groan got stuck in your throat when you finally got your answer.

Taking his phone out of his hand, you took a better look. It was a seemingly new Instagram account with one content, zero followers and zero following. Your eyes widen when you click on the only photo in this account. It was you two. The photo from before. You were covering your face while the photo was cut, only showing Wonwoo’s grin against your hands. Your eyes travel lower, silently reading through the hashtags he had added. #cutecouple #shy #ulzzangcouple #saturdaynight and 18 more. It didn’t take long until the first stranger liked your photo and you blinked in disbelief. That’s when you noticed the user icon. It was the sunflower you got Wonwoo when he moved into his apartment. The very first day. You remembered the moment when he stopped you in his door and took a photo of you. Although he cut it, you could still see your hands holding the flowers plus a part of your white dress from that day.

Another notification. Another 3 likes. You turned to Wonwoo, who was awaiting your opinion. Pointing at his phone and the still open app, you asked “Are you serious?” “Totally.” His short remark wasn’t convincing enough and the way Wonwoo continued talking showed you that he understood. “It’s like a little experiment. We take some photos together, upload it and wait. As I said, I’m curious how famous our little site can become. We can delete and close it after a month if you want.”

He watched your face patiently until you met his gaze. “Okay. Fine for me. But I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Are we going to upload cute photos only or.. uhm… other photos also?”

“What do you mean with other photos?”

Oh Jeon Wonwoo don’t play dumb, you thought to yourself but lifted your arm, pulling your collar down a bit to reveal more of your neck and collarbone. “This.”

“Sexy?” Wonwoo smirked at you and you rolled your eyes, giving him a hard push so that he rolled onto his back, laughing at your reaction. 

You pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to distract yourself from the blush on your face. You have seen it often enough. Accounts like that. And you would lie if you say you didn’t like them. Many of them showed their strongly edited faces but some didn’t show their faces at all and you guessed your site would be like the latter. If you are going to include more revealing or suggestive photos, you would care less if no one could see who it actually was. 

That’s how you agreed.

The whole night the two of you brainstormed. You collected ideas for your next photos and had lots of fun with it. Even lying in his bed together, giggling about the most common couple poses and making gagging noises when looking them up. At around 3 am you yawned and Wonwoo put his phone and glasses on the little night stand, opening his arms for you to crawl in as you always did. You just loved to sleep in his arms. It was some kind of habit since you were little. You loved his scent and his warmth and sometimes you even found yourself at your own home unable to fall asleep because he wasn��t there. 

The warm and bright sun woke Wonwoo up. He wanted to turn around and get some more sleep but decided to open one eye instead, noticing that you weren’t there anymore. So he stretched his limbs in all directions and put on his glasses. After grabbing his phone and getting out of bed, he waddled to the living room and found you in the small kitchen corner, humming a song he knew while preparing breakfast - or according to the time on the clock, lunch.

He was about to join you when he stopped in his tracks and unlocked his phone, quickly taking a photo before putting it away again. 

“What is my baby making?”

Facing him, you shot him your infamous death glare. “Baby? Really?”

Wonwoo laughed at your unamused voice and joined you, stopping right behind your small form and looking over your shoulder. “Do you know how I like my omelette?” Snorting loudly, you threatened him with your balled first that he quickly ran to the dining table and took his seat. Like the good and obedient boy that he could be. Sometimes. 

He was silent while you added your finishing touches to the late breakfast but when you started to set everything on the table Wonwoo was waiting at, he took another photo, a smile plastered on his face. "What did I do to deserve you, hm?"

You were about to take the first bite of omelette when you stopped in your tracks, fork just inches away from your lips. "Okay, what's going on, Wonwoo? You are super strange today?"

"Is that a surprise to you?"

"Not really... but today you're super super strange so tell me."

He grinned at you and took a sip of the orange juice. "I'm just happy to be with my baby, that's it."

"There!" You pointed at him with your fork. "What is that all about, huh? Since when am I your baby?? Did I miss out on something last night or what??"

The dark haired boy in front of you chuckled as you tried to squeeze an answer out of him, with no success. Slowly worry crept up your spine. "Wait.. I didn't do anything to you, right? Or, I didn't say anything uh... strange, right? I know we had alcohol but... Wonwoo, tell me." 

You saw him wiggle with his eye brow at you. "What do you wish did happen between us?"

"Yah! Jeon Wonwoo, I- .... I saw you naked more than one hundred times! I know all your secrets! I know you better than you know yourself! I.... I am just not your baby!"

He leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest while watching you pout. "Chill. I'm just trying to get into the mood."

"For what?"

"For sexy photos."

"For what?!"

"For s-"

"I heard you!!"

"Then why are you asking?"

The piece of omelette had fallen down from your fork a long time ago and you weren't sure what was more important in this very moment. The only thing that you were sure about was the fact that your cheeks were burning like fire. "I... why the heck do you want sexy photos?!"

"You wanted sexy photos for our experiment and here I am. The bestest friend that has ever existed is willing to take some with you. Shouldn't you feel all giddy or so?"

"Says who?" You mirrored him, crossing your arms as well, trying to remember your exact words from the day before. You thought you did ask about more revealing photos but it was just a question about the content of your shared Instagram, your little experiment or how Wonwoo had called it. You just wanted to be sure. Never have you imagined to take some with him a day later, today.

"Forget it. I'm not going to do that."

"Now I'm sad."

Snorting, you rolled your eyes, sure he said it only to sound funny. 

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You sat with your friends from uni, poking your lunch with your chopsticks in such boredom that you were more than sure nothing could grab your attention nor lighten up the mood. But you were wrong. Seungkwan hit your shoulder and you were ready to start a fight when he showed you his cellphone screen. "Y/n, what do you think? Yesterday I started a couple Instagram with my girlfriend. It was something I've been thinking about for a while but yeah. How do you find our first post? Pretty nice, huh? We already got 217 likes!"

One chopstick fell out of your hand in surprise but you quickly nodded at your friend. Your own site was a secret. There was no way you would ever tell your friends about it especially if - one day - you would really post less child friendly content. No way. Also, where was Wonwoo?

"W-wow, 217 likes after a day is pretty impressive!"

"To be exact, it's been 20 hours and..... 32 minutes."

"Whatever."

When Seungkwan turned around to the other friends to show them his site, you secretly opened your own with Wonwoo, scrolling through the amount of likes you got until now. That's when you saw the 2 new posts. A photo of you standing in front of the stove, dressed in an oversized white shirt from Wonwoo, bare legs and one from when you set down the food in front of him. Both photos from that morning. Your own face couldn't be seen but they were edited similar like the first post. 

Your eyes flew over the texts Wonwoo had added to each of them.

G'morning baby.

My baby is the best.

Looking around, you quickly made sure that your friends didn't notice what you were doing and you tried to get rid of the warm layer that was covering your cheeks. He wrote baby.

Then you remembered the real reason you opened the app. You wanted to see how many likes you got until now. The newest of the food had 7. The one of you cooking breakfast had 38. And the first one from last saturday had 305 likes. Although you had more than your friend, you wanted the gap to be bigger.

Without noticing, your competitive personality came out. You didn't want to lose to Seungkwan and his girlfriend. Opening Kakao Talk, you wrote Wonwoo a message with a lot of cute shouting emoticons you once bought.

[Y/n] We need more photos - today. I'll be at your place at 7. It's urgent.

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This gif is literally Wonwoo right before he came up with his genius idea lol

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Path of Destruction | JEON JUNGKOOK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: Drama, Angst (maybe???), Thriller

WARNINGS: Stalking, obsession, swearing, a little dirty talk & thoughts

WORD COUNT: 2635

*note: ↑ i came across this video and saw this comment by boogieedits (credits to parkchimn & boogieedits for the inspiration! 😍) and felt inspired by this wonderful plot! i’m inspired by the amazing video edit too! <3 i decided to give it a try and welp- truthfully i’m having writer’s block with my Full of Stars series that i might wanna take a break from it for a while until i figured what the next episode’s plot would be. for now, let’s enjoy this oneshot! 🥰 (extra note: several changes were made in this story and yes, the nickname might be a little cringy but i couldn’t think of a better pet name, so....bear with it, i guess 😅😂 also, Y/N’s angered replies are intended to have typos. i purposely did the typos in her texts bcs she was angry af :3)

The night was feeling empty. The streets were quiet and you had no idea where you were heading. You couldn’t believe that you actually managed to get out from your best friend, Suzie’s party that was filled with a lot of her drunken friends and thank God you successfully escaped, even though right now you were feeling a little tipsy due to the amount of alcohol you consumed earlier.

“Fucking Suzie,” you mumbled as you walked home. “telling me it was just a small party and she lied! Who would lie to their own friends?!” You have the habit of talking to yourself if you feel alone and that was what you were feeling right now, so alone in the streets and you were clueless. You felt the need to cry but what’s the whole point? No one was here to save you even if you did.

You were sure you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating at all but you heard footsteps were following you. As you turned around, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, seeing as there was no one. When you turned around to walk again, the footsteps were heard. “HEY!” you yelled as you aggressively turned around. “don’t you dare follow me or I wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops!” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, mumbling to yourself again to make the uneasy feeling go away.

As you finally arrived home, you were struggling to grab the keys to unlock the door. At this very moment, the keys were tricking you; purposely tangling themselves with your pocket. “Are you kidding me?! I wanna get inside, you stupid keys!” You widened your eyes when you saw your older sister opening the door for you. How was she still awake at 2 a.m.?

“You look like a horrible mess.” Michelle commented, and you scoffed while pushing her away from the door as you went inside. 

“Why are you still even awake anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” You were shaking your head while shutting your eyes to avoid that tipsy feeling.

“How can I sleep when I know my little sister wasn’t home yet? I was worried sick, you moronic bitch.” She shook her head, feeling disappointed with how you acted right now. 

You were feeling sleepy and tired, so you decided to ignore her and went upstairs. Before you went to your room, you heard your sister yelling, “Yeah, go ahead and ignore me just like you always do to avoid conversations with me! I’ve had enough of babysitting you, Y/N! You’re so horrible!” You slammed the door before hearing any more of her complains. 

Despite feeling so tired, you couldn’t sleep at all. You took the time to stare up at the ceiling instead, filling your head with numerous thoughts. But the thoughts stopped as you heard a Ding! on your phone. You read the texts and to your surprise, it was from an unknown number. 

unknown [now]: sweet dreams, twinkle toes

unknown [now]: it took me nearly four years to pluck up the courage to text you

unknown [now]: and i can’t lie, i’m having butterflies 

unknown [now]: you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamed of touching you

unknown [now]: by the way, go take a shower before you sleep 🌹

“What the hell?” You got up quick and scanned the whole area in your room, worrying that person who texted you might be in there. Hiding under your bed, maybe? You didn’t know whether to text this person back or not, or to block him but if you block him now, how would you know where he got your number from? ... or how would you know whether this person was a male or a female? So you decided to just leave it be for a while and reply this unknown person’s texts tomorrow. After this dreamland taking over your world, you were hoping that these texts were just all hallucinations due to tiredness. 

••••••

....except that they were not hallucinations at all. You started to feel panic when you saw the messages were still there in your message box. Now it was your turn to build the courage to reply this person back. 

you [now]: Who are you and how did you get my number?

Anxiety started to form inside you. You were supposed to run some errands today but with the situation you were facing right now, you were having doubts whether it was safe to go out there or not.

Your daydream of thoughts stopped when Michelle walked in to your room. “Y/N?” You raised your head up to look at her. “you feeling better now?”

You nodded, feeling hesitated as you knew that answer wasn’t true at all. You weren’t feeling any better, even after last night for being a little drunk but with this stalker texting you??? A whole new level of creepy started to scare you. You kept wondering how on Earth this person got your number. 

“I baked you some cookies, just in case you were hungry and um,” she paused for a while. “I’m sorry for yelling at you last night. I didn’t mean to.”

These words shocked you. Her apology made you give her a look of astonishment. You and Michelle have been through it all; dramas over boys, arguing over little things and never once in your life you ever heard her saying sorry to you. This was so new, she finally apologized to you for the first time in her 25 years of living. 

“I’m sorry for being an irresponsible bitch, Michelle. I didn’t mean it too.” She shook her head while smiling, walking towards you and gave you a hug to comfort you. Ding! And this person appeared again, stopping you from hugging your sister. 

“Whoa, who’s texting you at an exact 8 a.m.?” Michelle teased while wiggling her eyebrows. You chuckled at her silly attitude, although this wasn’t supposed to be a happy situation at all. You were already feeling terrified as curiosity started filling itself in you, wondering what that person’s text might be.

“Probably just Suzie wanting to apologize too for being a lying turd.” You shrugged it off, chuckling alongside your sister. Michelle then walked out and you quickly locked the door, opening the stalker’s message. 

unknown [3m ago]: you’ll know soon enough, twinkle toes 🥰

Twinkle toes??? Who the fuck does this person think he or she is? Calling me twinkle-fucking-toes? Your thoughts started to annoy you right now. You felt the need to slam something out of frustration, but you weren’t feeling like it anymore. You were still feeling scared because of this whole situation. 

••••••

“Class dismissed!” Mr. Peterson announced when the bell rang. The whole Math class felt like a living nightmare. You were feeling sleepy the whole time but your attention was drifted off somewhere else. 

When you walked outside the classroom to pack your stuff in your locker, you were stopped by Adrian. Adrian, the guy you knew had a crush on you since sophomore year. He was indeed cute; shaggy hair that really matched with his bright, green eyes and had a very nice personality that could make every girl fall in love with him. Unfortunately for Adrian, you weren’t one of those girls. 

You’ve been taking the time to appreciate and love yourself for several years now. Your last relationship ended because that asshole cheated on and lied to you a lot of times, leading you to have trust issues and hence the reason why you didn’t wanna give Adrian a chance too. But Adrian, being a nice guy he was, stated that he’d wait for you no matter how long it might take. 

“I brought your favorite snacks, Y/N. I hope we can eat lunch together today.” Adrian showed you your favorite snacks that were hidden in his brown bag. You softly smiled at how thoughtful Adrian really was. 

“Thanks, Adrian. But um, I don’t think I wanna eat lunch today. I might just head home this afternoon. I’m not up for afternoon classes.” You felt bad for lying to him. Truthfully, you just wanted to investigate more about this stalker of yours.

His face was sad, but he seemed to understand. “Oh, okay.. are you okay, Y/N? You don’t look okay.” His voice was recognized with genuine concern.

“I’m having headache, that’s all. I need rest.” You scratched the back of your neck, feeling this conversation becoming awkward already. You were uncomfortable, your negative thoughts made you feel like this was an uncomfortable conversation to participate in. 

Adrian nodded as he understood why, so he patted your back gently. You didn’t see it wrong, though. He wanted to kiss your forehead, but hesitant to do so since he knew that might be wrong. It was because he knew you didn’t feel the same for him. 

••••••

{8.47 p.m. with Adrian walking in the streets alone}

Adrian was listening to music on his phone as he was on his way home from his friend’s house. But eventually stopped when he felt a sudden presence behind him. He turned around and it wasn’t there anymore. He shrugged it off, thinking it might have only been his imagination. 

When he was singing along with the song he was listening to, the footsteps were closer and closer and suddenly, two strong hands grabbed Adrian’s hair and pulling him to the ground, kicking him hard and punching him numerous times. 

This unknown person who punched Adrian was wearing a black mask, a black hoodie and ripped jeans that matched with a pair of motorcycle boots. Despite wearing a mask, his eyes sent deep, horrendous message. “If you ever touch Y/N again, I’ll make sure to have all of your bones broken so you can’t do anything in life anymore,” he aggressively grabbed Adrian’s collar this time. “Y/N is mine and mine alone. Don’t you fucking dare come near her.” He released it roughly, spitting on the spot of the ground next to Adrian and leaving him alone as he walked away. It was an unfortunate night for Adrian, no one was there to rescue him and call for help.

••••••

{10.11 p.m. in your room}

Ding! You groaned, knowing whose message this was from. You rolled your eyes as you read the person’s texts. 

unknown [now]: i’m feeling so happy right now

unknown [now]: you have no idea how happy i really am 🥰

You shook your head and scoffed whilst reading them. Who even decided to care whether this unknown person was happy or not? Definitely not you.

you [now]: Lmao do I even care if you’re happy or not though? All I know is that you’re crazy

Ding!

unknown [now]: i am crazy indeed

unknown [now]: crazy about you

You groaned in annoyance at this unknown person’s response, not wanting to reply anymore. But then as you were about to place your phone on your side table, there was another notification from that person.

unknown [now]: i’m happy because soon enough, i’ll have you in my arms. no one’s gonna rescue you from me 

“What the absolute fuck?” you got up and this time feeling so angry to the point you were having typos as you typed your words in all capital letters.

you [now]: GO FUCK YOURSELF WHOSVER YOU ARE, QUIT BUGFING

ME!! 

you [now]: I’M GONNA BLOCK YOU NOW, YOU CNT DO THIS TO ME

Heaving a sigh, you grabbed a pillow and stuffed it on your face, screaming as loud as you intended. 

Ding!

unknown [now]: you can try blocking me

unknown [now]: but i have a lot more phones that i’ve stolen and your number is saved in every phone i keep 

unknown [now]: like i said, twinkle toes. no one’s gonna rescue you and take you away from me 😉

This time as your courage was already built, you dialed this person’s number but they quickly rejected your call. You tried again and you got the same result; your call was rejected.

you [now]: What’s the matter, huh? No balls to answer my call???

unknown [now]: i’m not going to make you hear my voice yet, princess. where’s the fun in that? 

unknown [now]: i’m saving it for our date soon

you [now]: Screw you, you fucking creep

unknown [now]: damn, say that again 

you [now]: FUCKING SCREW YOU!

unknown [now]: i’d love to be screwed by the one and only Y/N 😍

You were scared again. Not only this person secretly got your number, but he knew your name too! This was another whole new level of creepy! 

You shut your phone off, not wanting to take this conversation further with that creeper. You closed your eyes tightly to move yourself in your dreamland, and thankfully, it was successful.

••••••

{Meanwhile at someone’s place}

He watched you through the one of the screens in his room. You had no idea about this at all, but this stalker had already placed a few cameras in your house. One specific camera he always watched was outside the window of your room so he could have a clearer and nicer view of your sleeping face.

“My God, she’s so beautiful,” he said as he attentively watched you sleeping. He was playing with his fingers as his eagerness started to bloom. He was starting to feel desperate now, wanting to touch you, wanting to hold you in his arms, wanting to kiss you until you’re unable to breathe.

“don’t worry, my Y/N. You’ll be in the arms of Jeon Jungkook’s soon.” Jungkook started to smirk with the dirty thoughts of you forming in his head. He really, really, really couldn’t wait to smother you with his kisses. ....once he catches you.

••••••

The next day at school felt so weird as you found Adrian absent. Adrian wasn’t the type of a person who’d miss a day at school, but today he decided to do that. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked around for him. Weird. Where is he? you thought.

Ding! “Gosh, what the fuck does he want now?!” You opened to see who the notification was from, but thankfully it was from Suzie.

suzie patootie [now]: bubs, wanna hangout tonight? mum’s having a date with her 5th boyf. house is free for us girls

you [now]: Girls night, eh? I’m on

This girls’ night was all you needed to avoid feeling scared as you were right now. Sure, you were feeling brave already to confront that person through messages but you were still scared too. What if that person was watching your every move right now and you weren’t aware of it?

••••••

You decided to head to grocery store to buy some foodies and drinks for your girls’ night. You didn’t bother to head home first to take a shower since you knew that this girls’ night would be a sleepless night for you, anyway. 

As you walked out from the grocery store to head your way to Suzie’s home, the footsteps were heard again. You stopped your tracks. Oh no. What if this is that person? You were standing still and the footsteps stopped too. You didn’t care and you walked forward quickly and the footsteps got faster following you from behind. 

You started running and the follower chased after you so quick until he finally caught you, locking you in his strong arms. 

“Don’t run away from me, Y/N,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your earlobe and you started to cry. “didn’t I say I’d have you in my arms soon?” 

Before you could scream, he covered your mouth quickly and dragged you backwards with him to an unknown place while holding you tightly. 

“No one’s gonna save you. You’re all mine now, twinkle toes.”