#if big bad why look like bratz doll

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MANNY JACINTO as QIMIR / THE STRANGER in "THE ACOLYTE"

[freaky-flawless]

Yikes... I was a huge Pretty N' Punk Sasha defender but now that I actually have her doll...😬

People were right about her screening not matching the other girls. Which I suppose isn't a huge deal, but they could have at least given her darker make-up. And I love that they gave her curly hair, but they should have done something a little different, and made the color a bit darker. I like her outfits a whole lot, aside from the weird suspenders they put on her pants (cut those off first thing) but the silver boots are odd. Idk, all the other girls have black boots, and black suitcases, but Sasha's for some reason are different.

The worst thing, though, is that they lightened her skin tone. I did notice it in her stock photos that she looked a bit paler, but thought it was maybe just weird lighting. But nope, her skin is definitely lighter than her other dolls that have been released since the revival. Was really hoping MGA would have smartened about about that, but I suppose I was putting too much faith in them.

When I noticed that her doll was cheaper than the others, it brought me back to being a kid and seeing reduced prices on the Sasha dolls because she was less popular. But in this instance...it seems pretty justified.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Scared of Something New

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Twenty-Nine

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter has given me so much trouble over the past two weeks dhjasklh But! It is now done, and it is longer than the usual! So I won't keep you waiting much longer lol. Onto the summary! Chase realizes he's been brushing over JJ's problems, and gets some advice on how to deal with this. He decides to ask JJ himself how he can make up for this, and JJ proposes a surprisingly risky idea on how to get rid of this doll problem once and for all. And yeah. We have a real Chase and JJ focused episode, though others also appear. Enjoy reading :)

Previous Episode | More of this AU | From the Start | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

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Not long after returning from Ireland, the winter term for school started up again. Stacy actually left town for a bit, going on a birthday trip with her family. When she got back, the guys all gave her various birthday presents during lunch period. Chase got her a case for her glasses, on Mom’s advice, while Schneep got her a fancy glitter pen and JJ and Marvin gave her a pair of books. Jackie got her a bookbag with some characters on them. Chase had never heard of ‘Bratz’ before but Stacy seemed to love it.

Between Stacy’s vacation and the new round of schoolwork, the group didn’t have much time to get together and discuss what they’d learned about Anti and Jack. Though... Chase wasn’t sure there was much to talk about. Anti was Jack’s imaginary friend, and Jack’s family seemed weirdly involved with all the weird stuff happening around town. What else could they talk about? Besides... he wasn’t sure he wanted a big group talk. Not while JJ was still avoiding him.

Well... “avoiding” him wasn’t exactly right. JJ was still sitting with the rest of the group during lunch, and if Marvin came over to play video games, JJ would come with him. But... he was even quieter than usual. He only really spoke when someone else talked to him, or when Marvin tried to pull him into the conversation. And Chase could have sworn that JJ never looked directly at him. Chase wanted to give him some space, but also... he couldn’t live with this silence between them.

And so, about two weeks into the start of the new school term, Chase decided to do something about it. But he wasn’t sure what. This whole thing was very confusing to him... and made him feel bad. So, he went to get some advice.

Chase slowly opened the door to Mom’s room. “Um... Mom? Are you busy?”

“Hmm?” Mom was sitting at the desk in the corner of her room. She looked over at Chase as he opened the door, her expression immediately drawing close with worry. “Is something wrong, sweets?”

“I, uh... I-I think I messed up... with something.”

“Is something broken?”

“No no, nothing’s broken! I just, uh... i-it’s friend stuff. I...” He blinked furiously, eyes stinging with tears. “I think... JJ doesn’t like me a-anymore.”

“Oh, Chase.” Mom sighed. “Give me one minute, okay? You can hang out in here for a minute, right?”

Chase nodded. He walked over to Mom’s bed and climbed on top of it, sitting with his legs crossed. He picked at the threads of the comforter as he waited for Mom to finish. He had butterflies in his stomach. Sharp, jumpy butterflies, that just got more and more freaked out as he sat there, bringing tears to his eyes.

Then, Mom was finished. She closed out of whatever program she was using and walked over, sitting next to Chase on the bed. “Now, Chase. I’m sure JJ still likes you. But why would you think he wouldn’t?”

“I-I...” Chase took a shaky breath. He couldn’t explain all the doll stuff to Mom, but he could probably explain the whole situation without that. “JJ’s been r-really pressured a-and stuff lately, and I kept... I kept doing stuff that he didn’t want me to... He told me he didn’t want me to do that, and I tried, I really tried to not do the stuff, but he still got angry with me, a-and said that I didn’t get what he was going through, and I wasn’t trying hard enough... B-but I think I was trying, I think I really was trying!”

Mom blinked. “JJ got angry at you? That doesn’t seem like him.”

“I-I thought that too. JJ doesn’t get angry ever!”

“Whoa, okay, I didn’t say that,” Mom corrected. “Everyone gets angry. Maybe you don’t see it, but everyone gets angry. JJ’s a quiet kid, so you probably don’t know when he gets upset, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get upset at all.”

“Well... I-I know that,” Chase mumbled. “I just... if he’s not gonna tell me when he’s mad, I’m just gonna keep doing the same thing, right?”

“If JJ can’t tell you, then that’s something he should work on,” Mom said slowly. “But you just said that he did tell you. You knew about the problems he had and the things you weren’t supposed to do, right?”

“Yeah... A-and I really tried not to do any of it! But it’s just...” Chase gestured vaguely. “I-I don’t know. It wasn’t enough, I guess.”

“Hm.” Mom paused, thinking. “Alright. Let’s take this one step at a time. Could you have tried more to avoid the upsetting things?”

Chase thought about it. He didn’t give JJ orders on purpose. But he did give him a lot of accidental ones. And... no one else in the group did, right? Maybe... one or two, but... he definitely did it the most. “I... guess... Everyone else was doing it.”

“We’re not talking about everyone else, we’re talking about you. Do you really think you could have done better, or do you think you were trying your best?”

“I mean... I was doing my best, I just...” Chase trailed off. Was he really trying to avoid giving JJ orders? Maybe not. After all, he tried harder for other stuff. Like, Schneep didn’t want him to call him ‘Schneep’ around adults, so Chase always made sure to call him ‘Henrik’ when parents or teachers were around. He always thought about his words very carefully... But comparing that to how he thought about his words around JJ, he wasn’t being nearly as cautious. “Maybe... I could’ve done better.” He ducked his head, ashamed to say it out loud.

Mom nodded. “It’s good that you can realize that. Now that you know that, why do you think you didn’t try your best?”

“Uh... I dunno.” Chase shook his head.

“Can you try to think about it?”

“I am, I just... I don’t know.” Why wouldn’t he try his best to help JJ out? Did he not... like him as much? No, that can’t be it. JJ’s great! Even if Chase didn’t have a lot in common with him, he was still smart and funny and very brave.

Mom tilted her head. “Maybe... it didn’t seem like it was a big deal? Maybe that’s what you were thinking?”

“Maybe... I mean, uh... they weren’t really... I-I didn’t say mean things to him or anything. I just...“ Chase trailed off.

“They were... small things,” Mom said. “Things that wouldn’t hurt him.”

“Yeah!” Chase nodded.

“Well... they must have hurt him after all, right?” Mom asked quietly.

Chase deflated. “Yeah... I-I didn’t mean to, though. I just... Maybe I didn’t really... get it... Th-that’s what JJ said. That I didn’t really get it.” He shook his head. “It just—they didn’t do much! They were just... little things.”

“Little things can still hurt, Chase,” Mom explained. “Sometimes more than the big things. You know what they say. There’s a straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

Chase paused. “I’ve heard that, but I don’t... really get what that means.”

“Oh. Well, imagine you have a camel who’s carrying a bunch of stuff on its back, for a big trip across the desert. It’s carrying so much stuff that the weight is almost too much. When the camel is at its limit, even the tiniest bit of straw could be too much weight, and cause the camel to collapse and break its back. You said JJ was feeling pressured, so like that camel, he’s already carrying a bunch of weight. The little things you were doing felt like a lot.”

“Oh,” Chase breathed. That... would make sense with JJ, wouldn’t it? He mentioned his parents were on him all the time about being perfect, and then he also had the magic doll making him do stuff. Chase’s little slip-ups were just adding more to all that. “I...” Chase leaned against Mom, his eyes stinging again. “I don’t think I’m good at picking up on feelings.”

Mom patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re still young. And you’re learning. Did you talk to JJ about all this?”

“Yeah. While we were in Ireland I talked to him. That’s when he said some of this stuff.”

“It’s good that you were able to tell something was happening and start the talk. Maybe it didn’t go well, but you can always keep going, try to fix that.”

“How?”

Mom shrugged. “You have to listen to JJ. Ask him what he wants, and take it seriously.”

“I wasn’t not taking it seriously!” Chase said defensively.

Mom laughed. “I never said you weren’t.”

Chase sighed... and then thought about it. He definitely knew the doll thing was a serious matter. But... maybe it wasn’t clicking into place for him on the serious scale. Chase didn’t know what JJ was going through with the doll and his parents and everything. He didn’t “get” it, just as JJ accused him of during the trip to Ireland. But just because he didn’t know what it felt like to be JJ, didn’t mean that he couldn’t listen to what JJ wanted. It didn’t mean that he couldn’t try. “Thanks, Mom. I-I think I have an idea for what to do now.”

“Glad I could help, sweets.” Mom smiled.

“You have work stuff to do, right?” Chase hopped the bed. “I’m gonna go, then.”

“Hah. Well I did reach a stopping point, but thanks, Chase. You’re very thoughtful.”

“...yeah, I guess.” Chase didn’t feel very thoughtful with all this JJ stuff. But he could be. If he tried. “See you.”

“See you, Chase.”

Chase left Mom’s room at the end of the hall—and stopped. Schneep was standing there. Right outside the bathroom door, clearly within range to hear Chase and Mom talking. “Uh...”

“I-I did not mean to listen,” Schneep hurriedly said. “I just—I-I just—I, ah—”

“It’s fine, bro, don’t worry about it,” Chase said. “What did you hear?”

“Something about talking to JJ... and Aunt Jess told you to listen to him.” Schneep shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Were you not... listening to him before?”

“I was, I just... I don’t think I was doing a very good job,” Chase said quietly. “But I’m gonna try again.”

“I-is there anything I can do to help?” Schneep asked.

“Uh... maybe?” Chase said. “I don’t know. Do you know...” He paused, thinking. “JJ said I didn’t get what he was going through. Do... do you? Could you explain it to me?”

Schneep looked at Chase seriously for a second. Then he walked over to his room, gesturing for Chase to follow him. He did, and once the two of them were inside, Schneep shut the door. “Aunt Jess told you that my parents were... not very nice to me, ja?”

Chase nodded slowly. “Do you think JJ and Marvin’s parents are the same?”

“Not... exactly the same. I-I think they are a bit nicer.” Schneep fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. “But... I think their parents really want JJ to be... what they want. They want him to be smart. A-and I know what that is like.”

Chase tilted his head. “Don’t all parents want their kids to be smart?”

“...um... s-sort of?” Schneep said. “But i-it is different. Aunt Jess would never tell you that you are disappointing if you did not get a perfect score on a test, would she?”

“What?! No!”

“Exactly. But I-I think JJ’s parents would.”

Chase shook his head slowly. He couldn’t even picture that. “That’s... that really is mean.”

Schneep gave a dark little laugh. “Yes... it is, isn’t it?” He continued to fidget with his sleeves. “The Jacksons want JJ to be exactly what they want. He does not want to disappoint them. So... there is pressure, ja?”

“Yeah. I’d be so scared of letting Mom down if she called me a disappointment when I did.”

Schneep nodded. “Things could be worse, too... but I do not think the Jacksons get too much worse than that. They feel... They would feel different when they look at you.”

Chase stared at him. “Hey, uh... Schneep, if you... ever want to talk about this stuff, I could uh... I’ll listen. I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it, but I’ll try.”

“You could be good at it, Chase.” Schneep looked up at him, smiling. “I-I know you care a lot. You just... are not sure how to show it, sometimes.”

“I wonder if I cared about JJ and the doll thing...” Chase muttered.

“You do. You just... did not understand, I think. But now you are ready to try and understand, ja?”

Chase nodded. “I-I am. I don’t know if I will, but I’ll listen. Like I did with you, and with Marvin. I-I don’t know why I could listen to you guys and not to JJ.”

“Well, I live with you, and Marvin is loud. JJ is quiet and does not live with you.”

“...it makes sense when you say it like that.” Chase laughed. “Uh, thanks, Schneep. And, uh... what I just said. If you want to talk about stuff, I’ll listen.”

“Thank you, Chase.” Schneep’s smile widened. “Now... go on. I am sure that you have things to do.”

“Yeah. I wanna plan stuff.” Chase nodded. “See you later.” And with that, he turned and left Schneep’s room, thinking about how to approach this JJ situation. He had an idea for what to do, he just had to figure out how to approach it.

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Hey can you meet me at Zellys after school tomorrow? You can bring Marvin if you want.

Why?

I want to talk about stuff. Say sorry. Is that okay or do you still want me to not talk to you?

No it’s fine. I’ll be there. Marvin will too.

Chase reread the text message exchange over and over, then looked out at the interior of Zelly’s. It was pretty empty this time of year, though there were a smattering of people sitting around drinking hot chocolate. JJ and Marvin hadn’t arrived yet. But they had to be here soon. Chase had been waiting for ten minutes. Mom dropped him off after school, Chase had promised to call her when he needed a ride back, and then said goodbye to her and Schneep and headed in, sitting at a booth near the front entrance. It was a bit cold, but he wouldn’t miss JJ and Marvin coming in... or so he thought. As time went on, he started to wonder if he’d missed them after all. Or maybe they weren’t coming at all.

Nope, the door opened and the twins walked in. JJ had his bag. It was mostly empty, but Chase could see the shape of a notebook and something plush. The doll, of course.

Chase considered waving them over, but they spotted him before then, walking over and sitting down on the booth bench across from him. “Soooo. Hey.” Marvin gave an awkward little wave. “I don’t know what this whole thing’s about, but JJ wanted me here.”

“Y-yeah. Of course, uh. Yeah.” Chase nodded. 

They sat there in silence for a bit. Should we order something to drink? JJ asked.

“Uh, you’ll have to wave down one of the waiters, then, cause they checked on me earlier and I said I was fine.” Chase gave a little laugh. “But... uh, this isn’t about the drinks. We could but... I don’t know, it might be distracting or something.”

Marvin looked back and forth between JJ and Chase. “Is this about whatever happened in the hotel?”

“Basically, yeah,” Chase muttered. “Did JJ tell you what happened?”

“Nope. Not a thing. Even though I keep asking very politely.” Marvin shot JJ a playful glare. But JJ didn’t return the playfulness. Marvin’s expression softened. “Do you want me to go over to another table while you guys talk?”

Maybe... JJ said. Just for a bit.

Marvin nodded. “I’ll just go to the bathroom or something. Be back soon.” He stood up and left.

JJ slumped in his seat. I shouldn’t have asked him to come, but... I didn’t want to be alone right now. With the doll situation.

“Yeah...” Chase picked up a napkin and fidgeted with it awkwardly. “JJ I’m... I-I’m really sorry for all the commands I’ve been giving you accidentally. I didn’t... I-I never wanted to hurt you. You’re my friend. And I... I’m sorry that I didn’t... think about stuff that I should’ve.”

Jameson just stared at him.

“Y-you’re probably angry at me, a-and that’s—that’s okay,” Chase said. “You can be angry. It’s, uh... I-I would be angry too. But I-I want to make up for being... not thoughtful. So... I-I want to ask you what I can do to help. Wh-what do you want? What do you need? I’ll help you with it, whatever it is.” He almost said ‘tell me,’ but he was watching his words carefully. Don’t say anything that could be an order.

Silence. Jameson continued to stare. Then he sighed. Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?

Chase nodded. “Like I said, I wasn’t... I wasn’t doing a good job helping you with the doll thing, with all the... the accidental orders and stuff. So I-I want to make up for it. Cause I’m really sorry for all the... a-all the trouble I’ve been causing.”

More staring. Then, JJ’s brows lowered and he nodded decisively. Alright. I need you to help me get rid of the doll, then.

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally,” Chase said. “But... I’m confused. We don’t really have a way to get rid of it, do we?”

I’ve had an idea for a while, JJ said. I haven’t brought it up, though, because... I know that people will say it’s dangerous. He took a deep breath. When we tried to burn the doll a while ago, it fixed itself, right? But Marvin said that when it did that, the greenlight spiked. So I wonder... Maybe it will run OUT of greenlight. If we messed up the doll a lot, it would have to use a lot of greenlight to repair itself, until it uses all its greenlight up. And maybe after that, we can fully destroy it. Because there won’t be enough greenlight to protect it.

Chase blinked. “You want… to... JJ, that would hurt you! A lot!”

I know, JJ said. But I can’t live like this forever, Chase. Every time my parents tell me to do something, I HAVE to do it. I had to do it anyways, before, but... I could have said no. Now I can’t. And that... that really hurts. More than any of the pain the doll could inflict. Because at least once the doll is gone, it will be over. If I keep having it, I’ll keep hurting forever.

“I don’t...” Chase breathed. “I-I don’t want you to get hurt...”

“What are you two fucking talking about?!” Marvin was back at the table.

Chase blinked. “Uh—”

“JJ, what the fuck are you talking about that would get you hurt?!” Marvin asked, sitting back down next to him and leaning close.

JJ sighed and repeated what he’d told Chase.

“You want to fucking what?!” Marvin gasped. “Jameson! That—wh-what if that—what if you get really hurt? What if you—you h-have to—go to the h-hospital? Or... worse?”

I won’t, JJ said. I’ve been thinking about what it felt like. It was only pain, no actual damage. I checked.

“Pain is still bad! It means something’s going wrong! JJ, you can’t do this.”

I HAVE to do this, Marvin, Jameson insisted. I can’t keep living with this fucking doll.

“But—but—” Marvin was trembling, fists clenched together. “Chase, you agree with me, right?”

Chase was quiet.

“Chase?!” Marvin shouted.

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Chase said slowly. “But... we don’t have a good idea for getting rid of the doll. You can’t drain the greenlight from it, can you?”

“I-I mean... I can kinda get it to move around a little...”

“But you can’t pull it out of the doll, can you?” Chase prompted. Marvin opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything, and only shook his head. “Exactly. JJ’s idea might work. It’s just a tiny doll. It can’t have, like, an infinite amount of greenlight. Nothing does! Well, except maybe the Fissures. But that’s cause that’s where the greenlight comes from, creatures up here don’t have infinite greenlight. They only channel it or hold it until they run out.”

“Chase, I can’t just stand by while my brother hurts himself,” Marvin said quietly.

Then don’t, Marvin, JJ said. Help us with it. Make sure that it’s as safe as possible.

“Chase isn’t helping you with this crazy fucking idea!” Marvin insisted.

“I...” Chase’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “I promised I’d help JJ out with whatever he wanted. And he wants to try this to get rid of the doll.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Marvin shouted. 

“Marvin, maybe—maybe we could do this in a safe way,” Chase said. “Maybe we could do it in, like, spurts. With breaks. O-or we could do it while JJ is asleep so he might sleep through it. Though... I guess if it really hurts it’ll wake him up... But still! I-I haven’t really been listening to JJ lately... kind of the same way I wasn’t... really understanding you and your ‘weird’ thing. S-so... if JJ wants me to help him with this to make up for that, then I’ll do it.”

Marvin stared at Chase silently. Then he looked at Jameson. “You guys can’t just... talk this out? Like Chase and I did?”

Chase is the one who wanted to do a thing to make up for it, JJ said. But even if he wasn’t... I think actions will speak louder than words for me. Because Chase kept promising and saying stuff, but not doing stuff. 

Chase winced as Jameson said that, but it was true.

I don’t know why you were okay with a sorry and I’m not, Jameson said. But... I want this. I want to get away from this doll, and if Chase can help... then I want his help.

Marvin pursed his lips. “I don’t like it... but... if we try to make sure it’s safe... M-maybe I could... help.” He took a deep breath. “Maybe if there’s less greenlight in the doll, I’ll be able to pull out the last of it.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Chase tore the corner off the napkin he was playing with. 

“Oh my god... we can’t tell any of the others what we’re going to do,” Marvin said. “You know the other three will want to stop us.”

“Part of me says that they have a point,” Chase muttered.

Guys, please. Jameson looked back and forth between the two of them. I have to get rid of this. There’s not another way. If there was, we would’ve thought of it by now.

Marvin groaned, “Ohhh this is a baaaad idea. But I guess... I guess we can’t think of anything better.”

You two are in? Jameson asked seriously.

Chase and Marvin nodded silently.

Good. Alright, let’s come up with a plan...

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“So you two are going to spend time together, then? Like you did with Marvin?”

“Yeah, I told you this before, you don’t have to keep asking me.” Chase looked out the window. He could see the Jackson house coming up. 

“I just like to be sure,” Schneep said. “So why are you going over to his house instead of to that cinema you went to with Marvin?”

“Cause he didn’t want to go there, I dunno.” And because it would be really bad if they were caught taking a lighter and some knives into a movie theater. Even one that was usually empty.

“Hm.” Schneep pursed his lips. “I just... I would expect that he would want to get away from his parents...”

“They’re gonna go on a date tonight,” Chase said. “We’re gonna be home alone. Apparently their parents leave them home alone a lot.”

“Hrmm.” Mom hummed, listening in on the conversation as she drove. Even Chase could tell she disapproved of that practice. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

“If things get bad, I’ll call you or Jackie,” Chase said. “I promise.”

“Alright...”

“Mom, you let me skateboard in the park by myself this summer! This isn’t much different!”

“You’re right, Chase, you’re right.” Mom nodded. “Anyway. Here we are.” She pulled to the side of the curb in front of the Jackson house. “Henrik and I will be back to pick you up in about an hour.”

“Good luck, Chase,” Schneep said.

“Thanks, guys.” Chase smiled. “Love you.” He got out of the car and headed up to the Jacksons’ front door.

Immediately, Marvin opened the doorway. He must have been watching from the kitchen window. “Hey, Chase. Come in.” He stepped to the side, and Chase walked into the front hallway. He hadn’t been here since the Halloween birthday party. His eyes were immediately drawn to the stairs, but he quickly looked away. Marvin closed the door behind Chase. “Mam and Dad are already gone,” he said.

“And your grandma left, too?” Chase asked.

“Yep. Granmam’s gone back home to Ireland. But it was nice to have her here. It’s always nice.” Marvin smiled slightly. “Uh... JJ’s in the living room. So...”

“Right, yeah, let’s go.”

The two of them walked down the hallway to the living room. JJ was sitting on the sofa, a textbook in his lap, scanning it intently. The twins’ cat, the small gray Sinney, sat curled up next to him on the cushions, leaning on his leg. Gathered on the coffee table were a couple different things. A lighter, a fireplace poker with two tongs on the end (who knows where they got those?), and a couple kitchen knives, one with a serrated edge. And, of course, the doll. “Before Mam and Dad left they told JJ to study,” Marvin said. “And they said he could stop at five, so... we need a few minutes.”

“O-oh.” Chase looked at JJ again, the way his gaze was completely fixed on the book. “Uh... JJ?”

JJ raised a single hand and waved, eyes still locked on the page.

“That’s... that’s a bit freaky,” Chase said quietly. “Jeez... I-I’m sorry again, JJ.”

JJ nodded.

Marvin sat down on the armchair and picked up the TV remote. “Okay... w-we want this to be kinda calming, so we put a movie on. And we also have this.” He reached back and pulled a fuzzy, cream-colored blanket from the back of the armchair. “And this.” He leaned forward, grabbing a throw pillow from behind him. “Just, you know... comfy stuff. To offset the... the...” Marvin trailed off, his face drawn in worry. “Are we... We’re really doing this, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we are,” Chase sighed. “It feels weird to be doing this without the others. Kinda like... we’re sneaking around.”

“Yeah. But you know that Jackie wouldn’t let us do this.”

Chase nodded. Jackie was probably right... after all, they’d already established this was a bad idea. But...

The next couple minutes pass in awkward silence, until JJ finally slams the book shut, letting out a sigh of relief. Sinney jumps in surprise, falling onto her other side. Sorry, he signed to her.

“You, uh... were really stuck, huh?” Chase said.

Jameson nodded slowly. I hate it. I can’t wait until this is done with.

“Come on, Sinney.” Marvin hurried over and scooped her up. “You’re staying in our room, out of the way.”

“She’s bigger than she was at Halloween,” Chase commented. “Cats really grow up fast, huh?”

“Yep.” Marvin nodded. “I’ll be right back.” And he hurried out of the room.

JJ grabbed the blanket, pillow, and TV remote Marvin pointed out earlier. He curled up in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, pulling the blanket over his legs and leaning back against the pillow. He turned on the TV with the remote, and a DVD menu appeared. Chase looked at the screen. “The Nightmare Before Christmas? Uh... not what I expected, honestly.”

All our normal movies are still put away for the holiday season, with the Christmas movies still out, JJ explained. Nightmare is our favorite out of all those.

“It’s... comforting?”

Yeah. I know it’s weird but... yeah. JJ started the movie. 

“It’s not weird,” Chase assured him. “It’s not what I’d choose, but I can get it. It’s like... it’s fun.”

JJ brightened slightly and nodded.

Marvin soon returned. “Aw, I missed ‘This is Halloween’?”

“Do you want us to rewind?” Chase asked.

“N-no, let’s...” Marvin took a deep breath. “Let’s just get started. Before I fucking... chicken out.” He picked up the fireplace poker and the doll, hesitating. Then he scrunched his eyes shut and stabbed the tongs into the doll’s chest.

Chase winced. JJ jerked in place slightly, but soon relaxed again.

“Chase?” Marvin held onto the handle of the poker. The doll is solidly stabbed on the end, and he used the poker to hold it at arm’s length. “Uh... start doing shit?”

“Right.” Chase picked up the lighter. This would only be his... second time using one? The last time he used one was to light the candle on Mom’s birthday cake, because he felt like she shouldn’t have to do that for herself. That was months ago. He clicked it on and carefully aimed the flame at the doll’s foot... keeping it there until the flames started to spread.

JJ’s foot jerked in turn. He frowned, folding it under his other leg. As the fire spread across the doll, Jameson shifted uncomfortably, and pushed the blanket off. His face was slowly turning red from the heat.

“Okay okay that’s enough!” Marvin quickly said.

Jameson shook his head, protesting. Not yet!

“JJ you look like you’re burning up!”

I’m fine!

“You’re not!” Marvin looked back at the doll, engulfed in flames. “Chase, go get some water from the kitchen!”

“Uh—sure!” Chase ran out of the room and towards the kitchen. He grabbed an empty plastic pitcher off the counter and filled it up with water from the sink. Then he dashed back down the hall, water splashing around, and threw the water at the burning doll.

Immediately, the flames went out. JJ slumped, gasping and sweating. He raised shaky hands and asked, Did it work?

“If you mean ‘is the greenlight spiking like before,’ then yeah.” Marvin put the doll and poker down. The three guys all stared as the burned fabric as it slowly unburned.

Is there less greenlight? JJ asked.

“Uh... yeah, I guess.” 

Then do it again!

“JJ, I don’t...” Marvin trailed off.

Please. Jameson looked back and forth between Marvin and Chase. I know this will work. Just keep going.

“...I guess we could try again,” Chase muttered. He bent down and poked the doll. “Oh my god, it’s dry now.”

“I guess we can burn it again, then...” Marvin said slowly. He picked up the poker, holding the doll out in the same manner. “Uh... Chase?”

Chase reluctantly picked up the lighter again. He clicked it on and slowly put it up to the doll’s arm, watching as it lit up. Jameson winced, shaking out his hand. He curled up as the fire engulfed the doll, a small whimper coming from his throat—

“Okay do it again water again!” Marvin shouted.

Chase ran out of the room with the pitcher, filled it up again, and returned, splashing the doll once more. And again, Jameson relaxed, gasping.

Marvin dropped the doll. “We can’t keep doing this,” he said.

But it’s working! JJ said desperately. You know it is!

“You got more hurt faster, JJ! I don’t want to fucking hurt you!” Marvin’s voice cracked.

We just need to wait a bit more between doing it. You know Mam and Dad will be out all evening and Chase doesn’t have to leave until eight. We just give it a bigger gap so I can recover more!

“Are you fucking serious?! JJ, I don’t want to hurt you at all!”

Chase winced. “JJ, I... I really want to help you, but... it feels bad. To be doing this. Th-there has to be another way.”

I haven’t thought of one, Jameson said. But I’m open to suggestions.

“...Uhhh...” Chase’s thoughts whirled as he scrambled for a solution. “Have you... have you thought about opening up the doll? Seeing if there’s something inside?”

The Jackson twins both stared at him. Completely silent, and obviously stunned.

“You haven’t?” Chase had expected JJ to say something like ‘yes I tried that and it didn’t work.’ After all, JJ was smarter than him.

“Well it seems obvious when you say it like that,” Marvin muttered.

People put stuff inside plushies? JJ asked.

“Yeah. Like at Build-A-Bear. Or, uh, I-I haven’t seen any of those in town, so maybe you don’t know. But at Build-A-Bear, they put little hearts and voice boxes inside the bears when they stuff them. Maybe whoever made this doll did that, too.”

“...huh.” Marvin blinked. “I guess it’s worth a shot. Right, JJ?”

JJ nodded. He picked up the remote and paused the movie, sensing that this needed serious silence. How do we do that?

“I mean... I guess we have to cut it open...” Chase muttered. “It’ll try to fix itself, but if one of us holds it open while the other reaches inside, I think that’ll work.”

Marvin immediately picked up the doll. “Alright, Chase. I can hold it.” He glanced at JJ. “This... this will hurt you, too, you know... b-but hopefully less... and hopefully it’ll be over after this...”

Jameson nodded. I can handle it for a little bit.

“Okay...” Marvin whispered. “Ready, Chase?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess.” He picked up one of the kitchen knives the two had brought out and left on the coffee table. “Lay it on the table face-down. Oh, a-and take off the shirt.”

Marvin knelt next to the coffee table. “The clothes are sewn on, we tested that, but I’ll pull it up.” He did so, leaving the back of the doll exposed.

Chase knelt down across from him. He gripped the knife tightly and took a deep breath. “Alright.” This felt... bad, but not as bad as what they were doing before. He’d never stabbed anything before. Does he just... push the tip of the knife into the fabric? He carefully tried that.

The fabric gave some resistance, but he was able to cut into it. Chase gritted his teeth and pulled the knife downward. Both he and Marvin glanced over at JJ as they did that. Jameson was stiff, pressing his back against the pillow and sofa, but gave them an encouraging thumbs up as they looked at him. 

Once there was a long cut through the fabric, Marvin reached forward and pulled it so the cut was wider—keeping it from closing up as well. Chase could see a bunch of stuffing inside it. No time to wait! He plunged his hand inside, feeling around—and immediately found something, cringing at the strange texture. He pulled it out, going in two other times to make sure he got it all. On the third time, he couldn’t find anything more... and the cut in the fabric had stopped trying to seal itself.

JJ sat up, his eyes wide. It doesn’t hurt anymore!

“That must’ve been it!” Marvin gasped. He looked at the pile of stuff Chase had pulled out, and his nose wrinkled. “Oh, what the fuck is that?”

Inside the doll was a pile of red-brown crusty... stuff. And a handful of broken crystal shards. “I have no idea,” Chase said, staring at it on the coffee table.

JJ leaned forward. I think that’s dried blood. It caused some of the stuffing to clump together.

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. We know blood makes greenlight stron—”

“You ruined it!”

Chase’s face suddenly slammed against the coffee table as someone tackled him from behind. He yelled in pain, Marvin cried out in alarm, and shot a beam of greenlight at the thing that had pinned Chase, knocking away a sudden shadow. The shadow skidded across the ground until it hit the armchair, where it solidified: Anti.

“Ruined what, asshole?!” Marvin shouted, standing up.

“Everything!” Anti shouted back. “You haven’t actually gone to fight the Circle, you ruined the present, you ruined everything! Can’t you just play the game right?!”

“Maybe we could if you explained whatever bullshit rules you’re playing at!” Green spheres of light appeared around Marvin’s hands. “Get out of here!”

Chase scrambled to his feet. “You—We know about you!” He pointed at Anti.

“Huh?” Anti tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean? Of course you know about me.”

“No, no we know about Jack!” Chase said. “You—you were his friend or something, weren’t you?”

Anti stiffened. In that moment, he looked more solid than he ever had before, the blood from the wound on his neck flowing down his throat. “You... found Jack?” he whispered. “You talked to him?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded. “And he remembers you. You’re his imaginary friend. Did you like, become real through the greenlight or something?”

Anti’s eyes darkened. “You don’t know anything,” he said bitterly. “Jack doesn’t remember me. He forgot about me.” He unfurled to his full height, taller than the kids, feet solidly on the ground for once. “Just like JJ will forget about you.” He pointed at Marvin. “When you’re allll grown up, he’s going to forget about you and leave you behind.”

Marvin blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “You said that we don’t know anything? Clearly, you don’t fucking know anything, either! JJ would never leave me! We’ve been together through everything!”

“You don’t know that!” Anti screamed. “He’s going to leave you! Cause everyone loves him! He’s gonna choose that instead of you! Didn’t you see?! Hasn’t he been doing that these past couple months?!”

“Only because of that fucking doll!”

“Wait!” Chase held up his hands. “How do you know about the doll?”

“Cause I gave it to him, you—you dummy!” Anti snapped. “It took me so long to make it and figure out how to—I put my blood in that doll! Literally!”

Marvin gaped. “But—but he got that from the Circle, didn’t he? The school staff gave it to him.”

“Because I gave it to them first. I had to figure out how to make it so you wouldn’t throw it away right away—it probably wouldn’t have worked if you did that. So it had to be important, so it had to be like a prize or something, and he won so many school prizes, anyway.”

Chase’s knees felt weak. It felt like he was about to fall over. “But—but why? Wh-why would you do that?”

“To show you that he’s like that, anyway,” Anti said. “If the doll is real or not, it doesn’t matter, there’s always a doll there, because JJ is like Jack, he is a doll who listens to people, and cause of that, he’s going to leave you behi—!”

A flash of movement. Jameson rushed the coffee table, scooped up a knife, and launched himself at Anti. The blade sank into Anti’s stomach as the two of them toppled back, smacking against the armchair and falling to the floor. Jameson tried to stab Anti two more times, but to no effect, his hand just passing through his body this time. Anti looked at him in shock—and then disappeared. Jameson stared at the place he’d been, and then growled and punched the floor right where Anti’s face was.

“Holy shit, JJ!” Marvin gaped. “I know he sucks but—but that was so sudden! Did you really have to—”

“I-I...”

Chase inhaled sharply. That voice... JJ was...

“I…” Jameson leaned back, kneeling and clutching his head. “I-I ammm... I-I am nnh...”

Marvin went pale. He hurried over to Jameson’s side, kneeling next to him. “JJ, don’t—you know that it’s hard for you to—y-you don’t have to—”

“I am nn—!” Jameson continued. “I-I am n-nah—n-naht... I a-am nnot a d-dahl. I-I am—not! A d-d-doll!” His breath hitched as tears filled his eyes. “I-I am n-not a doll! I am not a d-doll! I am not a doll!” The tears overflowed, streaming down his face as he screamed the words over and over. Marvin, shocked, silently put a hand on his back, and when Jameson didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “I a-am not a doll! I am not a doll!”

Chase stood nearby, shocked at what he was seeing. Part of him felt like he should leave. But... another part of him knew he shouldn’t. He slowly walked forward, kneeling on the ground in front of Jameson but staying out of arm’s reach, just in case. “You’re not a doll,” he said quietly. “You’re... y-you’re a person. With your own thoughts and stuff. Your own things that you like and want. I-it’s not fair that people just... want you to do what they want. Or that they... just kinda assume you’re not bothered by stuff that would clearly bother you.” He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “I’m... I’m sorry.”

Jameson looked up at him through watery eyes, breathing heavily.

“I... I-I think I was maybe... not all that good at seeing how scared you were,” he continued. “I think... I just thought that since you didn’t say anything, you weren’t bothered. But... clearly, something really bad was happening. If you were okay with being hurt to get rid of it.” He took a deep breath. “But you’re my friend, JJ. I don’t want you to be hurt, by yourself, or by other people, or... by me. You’re not a doll. You’re fun, and brave, and weird in a good way, and I-I like how you can be funny in a quiet way, and I like how much you like your film and theatre stuff, and... and I like you, JJ. The real you, not whatever your parents or the teachers or the Circle people see about you. All the books and smarts and stuff. I mean, you are smart, but you’re so many other things. And I’m sorry I didn’t... I didn’t get you.”

Jameson’s breathing had calmed down, but he was still crying slightly. It was a different kind of crying, though. Thank you, Chase, he said, hands trembling slightly. I’m glad we’re friends. You messed up a bit, but I know you care. I’m glad we’re friends. I’m glad we’re friends.

Chase smiled slightly. “Yeah. Me too.” He took a deep breath. “Um... so. The ‘let’s destroy the doll’ thing was a really bad idea. We can all agree on that, right?”

JJ laughed. Yeah, that sucked. Not very smart of me. I guess I just... really, REALLY wanted it gone. Thanks for suggesting the... doll surgery instead.

“Ha. It was kinda doll surgery, wasn’t it?”

“I can’t fucking believe neither of us thought about that,” Marvin muttered. “Maybe we were just too scared to try. But like—messing the doll up over and over was even scarier, and your idea made more sense. I can’t believe after all that time, it was that easy to get rid of that fucking thing. Ugh.” He looked at the remains of the doll on the coffee table. The blood-crusted stuffing and crystal fragments. “What do we do with that?”

“I say we light the bloody stuff on fire,” Chase said. “And then like... bury the crystals. And the doll. In two different spots.”

JJ shook his head slightly. I don’t think we bury the doll. We should keep it somewhere we can keep an eye on it. The crystals, though, that’s a good idea. I don’t want to touch them, though.

“I’ll take care of it.” Marvin let go of JJ and crawled over to the coffee table, putting the crystals in his pocket. “And let’s also burn this shit.” He put the bloody stuffing into the pitcher, then grabbed the lighter. Greenlight surrounded his hand, and he levitated the lighter down into the pitcher as well, using the greenlight to turn it on and light the stuffing on fire. Then he quickly pulled the lighter back out.

They all watched as the fire burned. 

And once it started to die down, Chase hurried over to grab the pitcher. “I’m gonna put this out with water,” he said. “We don’t wanna mess up the bottom of the jug.” He hurried into the kitchen and filled up the pitcher. All that was left inside was ash, which he dumped out into the sink with the water. Then he put the pitcher back where it was on the counter and returned to the living room. “Well. What d’you guys want to do now?”

JJ looked at the TV. Can we start the movie over? Actually watch it? And can we get Sinney, too?

“Yeah, of course, JJ,” Marvin said.

Chase sat down on the sofa. “We’ll have a nice night with a movie and a cat.”

JJ smiled. He climbed onto the sofa, too, sitting next to Chase. Marvin got Sinney from their room, and they started the movie over, silent the whole time as they watched it to the end.

[urfavouritegirlie]

Daddy's girl

(Aaron x Tiana!daughter x mom!reader)

Since the day Aaron found out he had a daughter, his wallet has been begging him to stop but he don’t listen. He wants the best for her, so he bought a bigger apartment that they all moved in together when she was a couple months old. Tiana herself at three years old doesn’t make it any better. She’s a toddler that knows what she wants. Lord have mercy when you’re shopping and you come across the toy aisle. Anything she sees, she want. And you know what, she gets.

Now you don't like this. Aaron spoiling our daughter. Once or twice was cute but everytime? Not on my watch. If she’s out shopping with me, I'll give her the ‘mom look’ if she starts whining and she’ll know she ain’t getting anything.

But shopping with her dad though. Jackpot. All she has to do is point to what she wants and he replies with ‘which colour do you want?’ She has Barbie dolls, Bratz dolls kids make up, toy laptop, toy phone, a toddler kitchen. She’s a whole kid boss.

The only time Aaron said ‘no’ to her was when she asked for an iPad. She cried and her gave her the ‘dad look’. In her world the dad look was scarier than the mom look. She stopped immediately. She minute she stepped home, she came crying to me. Aaron felt bad but there was no way he was getting her an iPad. So he made it up to her with ice cream.

“I’m gonna sign Tiana up for pre-school.”

“Why? She’s fine here.”

“I know but it’s good for her to socialise with other kids her age and make friends.”

“Why can’t she be friends with us?”

“Because that’s sad Aaron. Imagine your only friends being your parents. Besides she’s a big girl now. Anyways I’ve got to go now before I’m late and drenched in this rain.”

A bunch of kisses for Tiana and long kiss from Aaron.

“See that’s how that one happened. I have to go.”

I leave and it’s just those two at home. Usually these times Aaron would get calls to do some jobs as prowler but he’s left all that behind him. He told the truth to King Pin and he let him go with a fat check even though he scolded him for being irresponsible. Now he’s back in engineering for his own business and works whenever he wants.

“Alright T time to get ready for bed.”

He turned around and she wasn’t there. This again. She knew that when I went to work at night, it was time for bed and we all know toddlers hate bedtime.

She does this routine where she will hide and avoid to go to bed. Aaron will go on a hunt to look for her. All he has to do is make her giggle in her hiding spot or say he’ll take something away from her and she’ll suddenly pop out.

“Where could she be hmm?”

He went to her room. Nothing. That master bedroom. Then he heard a shuffle in the closet. Found you.

“Well I can’t find her so I guess me and mom are going to Disney world without her.”

“NOOO WAIT.”

She comes out looking like she’s close to tears. “No don’t leave me.”

“Don’t we won’t leave you, unless you get ready for bed.

She obliged and followed her dad to get ready. Aaron ran her bath water with lots of soap and she picked out her bath toys. She got in and he supervised. Once bath time was done, he dressed her in her pyjamas and brushed her teeth. Now when you bath in warm water for a while, you start to get tired. That was exactly his plan. Now was step two. This step is warm milk. He warms up milk in her sippie cup. Tiana loves warm milk and majority of the time it puts her out. If not, then step three. A story and cuddles. She picks a book from her shelf and get daddy to read for her. After those steps, she's out like a light.

Time for Aaron's 'me' time. He can catch up on some basketball games that he's been missing out on. But after a busy day he's had sleep started to catch on him. After trying force his eyes open he eventually gives up and goes to lie in bed.

He hears his phone ring and picks up without looking at who it was but he already knows who it is.

"Hey baby"

"Hey"

"You sound tired. Did I wake you?"

"Nah"

"She has worn you out huh? Is she asleep now?"

"After a hour of chasing her, yes she's asleep. I was thinking, how bout we go to Disney world this weekend?"

"She asked you?"

"No. I kinda bribed her to come out of her hiding spot for it."

"Disney world sounds good. I gotta go now. Love you."

"Love you too."

He could finally sleep. But that was until he heard his door open and small head with a bonnet peak through. She steps in and closes the door behind her. Aaron doesn't move, in fact he fakes sleeps to see what she would do. Her footsteps where cushioned by the onsie she was wearing. He feels a small hand tap his face.

"Hmm?"

"Daddy I'm scared."

He switches the lamp on, illuminating the room in a dim warm light. He looks at her face and it looks like she's about to cry. As he was about to ask her why she was scared a bright flash of lightning flashed through the curtains. Within seconds thunder followed through and he saw her flinch closer to him.

He didn't hesitate to pick her up and hold her close to calm her down and stop her crying. "Shhh it's ok. It won't hurt you ok."

He's rubbing her back in soothing circles and she's sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"

"Sure you can."

He lays back down on his pillow and she lays on my pillow but it's nit enough. She's still shaken. She moves closeR so she can cuddle with her dad. She put her head on his chest and she feels more calm.

"Titi do you wanna start pre-school?"

"What't that?"

"It's a place where there are other kids you age."

From the sound of that, her mood lighten up. "Really? Does that mean I can play with someone?"

"Well yeah but don't you wanna stay here for a bit?"

"No. That's boring."

He has to simply accept the fact that she growing and he can't always be there for her. The thought was eating him alive. Leave his babygirl? No way. He would stay with her in pre-school if he could.

After a long night of trying to ignore the thunder storm outside, they both finally fell asleep. The early sun was up and I had finally arrived from my shift. The storm last night was distracting. Even the patients couldn't get a good sleep.

I leave my bag and keys on the counter and walk to Tiana's room. I peak inside but she's not there. Only one other place she could be. I walk to our room and see the funniest sight. Aaron sleeping on his side and Tiana sleeping on all sides, arms everywhere. Her little foot was in his face but it looked like they were in deep sleep to be bothered by it.

[plethora-of-imagines]

Hello there.

I hope you're having a fantastic weekend. If it's alright with you I would like to request a dhawan!master (or delgado!master) where both them and the reader are trapped in a place and both of them can't leave. The master won't leave the reader and the reader won't leave the master. So the master comes. with the idea to shrink the reader to the size of a bratz/barbie doll (Maybe they've been working on this for a while incase the day came where he needed it) so he can get them both out and the reader agrees trusting him with their life and the fact that it will be reversed once they're both safe.

I hope you have a great week and if you're not comfortable then feel free to ignore:)

“Now,” the guard looked back and forth between the two cells that held you and the Master. 

Separated so that you “couldn’t cause any trouble”.

“We have come to an agreement to allow one of you to leave. And have been generous enough to allow the two of you to choose. So you both have ten minutes to determine who is leaving and to have that person walk out this door,” with his electric baton he gestured to the side door. “There is someone on the other side who will ensure that it is just one of you so don’t try any funny business.”

As the guard closed the door behind him on the other side of the small prison the cell doors clicked open.

You wasted no time leaving the cell to rush to the Master’s side.

“Okay, so you leave, grab the TARDIS, and come back for me. Problem solved.”

“While normally a perfect plan, my dear, this prison is equipped with a form of teleportation interference that would stop the TARDIS from being able to materialize within this room. Rendering that plan useless.”

He spoke with a calm elegance. Why would he be telling you this? You were willing to let him leave without any fuss. Yet he told you that he couldn’t come back for you. No.

“No,” you voiced your thoughts aloud. “You can’t possibly expect me to leave you here.”

“And I refuse to leave you, my dear. Leaving us at an impasse as they would say.”

Pressing your head into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Oh god, the situation was very bad if he was willingly showing such prolonged affection where anyone could see. He was letting you seek comfort from him. 

Both of you were trying to silently think of a solution.

“There is a possible solution,” he begrudgingly offered after a minute of quiet reflection.

“But you don’t like it.”

“It would not even be an option if the situation were not so dire,” he admitted. “It is not fully perfected yet. It may take some time to change you back.”

“Change me back from what, Master?”

“My dear, you understand the basic premise of how the TCE works, correct?”

You nodded along in subdued horror.

“I have been working on a new method in which the affected survive the process. It would be a valuable tool to be able to sneak anyone out of anywhere as a hostage.”

Stomach turning you asked, “what part of the process is not perfected?”

Recognizing your complete terror his hands cradled your skull, lips pressing softly to your forehead in reverence. 

“My dear, I did not mean to frighten you! The process is painless and works every time. The only flaw in the process is returning people to their original size! The mechanism does not alway work so it may take me time to return you to your original size.”

Taking a deep breath to solidify your resolve and reduce your nerves, you agreed.

He took the TCE and with a simple kiss to your lips, started to shrink you. 

It didn’t hurt. But everything tingled, like all your limbs had fallen asleep. The rapid change in the size of everything made the room blur. Closing your eyes to avoid the nausea that was building up. When the sensations stopped you slowly opened your eyes.

Everything was so big now. The Master towered above you, you were barely able to see his face with how small you were. Blurry and hazy like the top of a distant mountain.  Against your will tears filled your eyes as how vulnerable you were hit you. He could kill you, by pure accident like this. Just by taking a single step.

Clinging to his finger when he picked you up, hiccuping and sniffling from the stress. You allowed him to gently hold your body in his hand. He tried to speak to you but in your distress it sounded like nonsense. 

Slowly he slid you into his shirt pocket and everything went dark. The lack of stimulation soothed you, allowing for you to calm down. No longer overwhelmed, you let the steady walking of the Master rock you into dozing lightly.  You would be demanding cuddles once this was all over.

(717 words)

[imreadydollparts]

SO.

I’ve heard a lot of complaints about a specific doll’s hair coming out in clumps and, being experienced with doll hair, I’ve been curious.

But I don’t WANT this doll, so I waited to sate that curiosity until she went on sale.

She’s just not my style.

But that HAIR.

Straight out of the package (which has an ungodly number of plastic tabs), her hair looked and felt horrible. A tangled, matted mess.

And yes, hair did come out in alarmingly large clumps.

But, like I said, I’ve been at this for a WHILE and know that often doll hair doesn’t actually get rooted into the head (it’s just stuck in the hair that IS rooted), and that hair comes out the first time you comb or brush the hair. It’s usually not this much.

Even with the loose hairs removed, her hair was unruly and I personally can’t tolerate that. The curls were not even or defined, or even all the same texture.

However, none of the hair that was rooted into her head came out UNTIL I was detangling and popped one plug when a bad tangle was stuck in my comb.

She has the older locked loop method of rooting (like Blythe and 80′s/90′s Barbies) and if one loop comes out, there’s no longer an anchor for the others that were attached to it. More and more will come out the more the hair is handled.

So, despite being boil dunked to help get her hair under control (it wasn’t enough... I hate hair that tangles more while you comb it), she lost another large amount of hair, this time from her scalp.

I did end up straightening and recurling her hair in a more manageable way, but that’s not relevant here.

So, if you want to make sure none of the scalp hair comes out, or is at least more difficult to take out, you need to take her head off. I like to use a mug, a small sandwich bag, and an electric kettle.

The sandwich bag lets you heat the head without getting her hair wet.

When her head is hot and pliable, you yank and hope for the best.

Unsurprisingly, a Bratz style neck knob. They’re not nearly as annoying as Barbie neck knobs.

Next you need some waterproof glue.

You can 100% do this before even touching the hair for the first time as a precaution and on a doll with curly hair, I do recommend it. I wanted to see how Riviera’s hair behaved without any modifications since that’s how most parents or children would encounter this doll.

I like Aleene’s Fabric Fusion over Liquid Stitch because Fabric Fusion is a thicker gel and isn’t likely to wick up through the hair, ruining it. This is also why you want her hair to be dry. Dry hair doesn’t soak up glue through the strands as quickly or as far as wet hair would.

It also WILL cure and won’t become disgusting and ruin your doll or run down her hair or turn her face yellow like whatever Mattel put in G1 Monster High and Barbies from that time.

I did consider plugging in new hair to replace the hair she lost, but decided against it since she still has a ton of hair and I honestly don’t like her that much.

I do have some small bottles of Fabric Fusion that I refill from the large bottle instead of trying to squeeze the big bottle in a doll’s head. The little bottle is easier for me to manage.

Anyway, stick the nozzle in her neck and give it a hardy but not excessive squeeze. You don’t need a ton of glue, just enough to coat the roots of the hair.

Then I will put a cotton swab in there and mash the glue around to help spread it out. A big blob of glue in one spot does you little good.

Then you wait. The glue needs some time to dry. Come back tomorrow, maybe.

I have a small air purifier with a fan that points straight up which is handy for this kind of thing.

Once it is dry I’ll put her head in a baggie in the mug of hot water again and put it back on her body since I didn’t find a suitable replacement body with legs in my stash.

[smallerplaces]

Send in the Clones

One of my fascinations is Barbie clones, as what's cloned for the dollar stores tells us a lot about what's really popular in fashion dolls. For instance, back around 2014, Family Dollar and Dollar General were loaded with Monster High clones of quality ranging from "incredibly cute" to "you must be kidding me." Today in 2023, you'd barely guess MH had existed: not a weird vampire-werewolf hybrid with scanty rooting to be seen!

While trying to find a good Asian market in the next big town north (because I was craving more of the puku puku tai I got in Little Tokyo), we stumbled into, and through, the 99 Cents Only rebrand called The 99 Cent Store.

The store had a decent-sized doll section, including our friend Sofi, above. She stands out among clones because her outfit doesn't make the slightest bit of sense. It's a pretty impressive ball gown by clone standards, with even long gloves! And then... mob cap. Why? Is she hoping to be whisked back to the 18th century, a la Dark Shadows?

Sofi has a more modern and stylish counterpart, Sofia. (None of these brands means anything much. They are slapped on a box at a factor in Chengdu. The girls likely have the identical Chengdu body, and I didn't buy any to double check.)

Sofia's clothes are surprisingly complex, especially that pink outfit with an actual chain belt. If I were still doing body transplants, the brunette would be tempting, as that's one of my favorite clone faces.

A typical clone goes more for the "Barbie shows the ravages of drug abuse" look seen here.

I'll admit, I'm weirdly fascinated by the red braids: that's more creativity than the cheapest clones used to have. (The rooting will be horrible, though.) Having actual belts (or heck, even fake belts) on the outfits is surprisingly posh.

Sofia has a rival, Davina, who likes her glitz.

Davina has arms so skinny that she can't lift her own heavy sequined dresses, but terrific eyeliner and another face-up that's growing on me. Presumably she's paying for those party togs in her day job as a doctor.

Finally, I thought this was a clone, and it sort of is, but it's from a known name manufacturer. Meet "Spring Break" Raynea from Mermaid High, by Spin Master (who briefly, circa 2011, brought the world Liv dolls, still among my faves).

This here is what would have happened if MGA, for their Bratz revival circa 2016, had gone for the X High trend and the mermaid craze all at once, instead of whatever that thing was that they did. While these girls participate in the "sweetening and softening" aspect of modern fashion dolls, they still look like they'd be a bad influence, which was part of the charm of original Bratz.

Had I realized these gals had articulated elbows and knees, I would have been seriously tempted, because they're pretty cute and such a brilliantly absurd marketing ploy.

I am such a sucker for a bad idea.

[ask-butterscotch-and-friends]

The Rest of Our Lives, Part 8

TW: Verbal Abuse, TW: Child Abuse, TW: Racism

After the almost 4 hour flight from Los Angeles to Jackson, Mississippi, Butterscotch drove a rental car through the city with Finn in the passenger’s seat. He followed the directions provided on his phone’s GPS, and drove the car into a really high class neighborhood that consisted of multiple victorian style mansions.

Butterscotch whistled. “Fancy…”

Finn fiddles with his fingers, before finally speaking after being non-verbal for the entire flight.

“Amor…there’s something I should probably warn you about.”

“I already know your mom’s a major pill…I don’t need to be warned, I’ve already prepared myself for the worst. I promise, I won’t get crazy, not unless she puts her hands on you or something.” Butterscotch assures Finn.

“No, it’s not that. You already know how awful she’s bound to be towards me…I’m trying to warn you about something specific. It has to do with how she’s bound to react to me marrying…you…”

Butterscotch blinks. “What does that mean?”

“Well…how do I put this? She’s bound to make a comment about how not only are we not the same…species? We’re also not the same race…and she’s not gonna be subtle or even a little bit nice about it. She might even call you…um…” Finn’s voice turns into a whimpering whisper.

“Like I said, Finn, I’ve already prepared myself for the worst. After all, when you told me about her, you told me “imagine the worst person you could think of, multiply it by ten billion, and they still aren’t as bad as my mother.” That’s what you said, right? So I already kinda figured that would be a thing. Plus, I don’t give a single fuck what she has to say about me…I’m not here to impress her, get her blessing to marry you, or anything like that. She can say and do literally whatever she wants to me, I don’t care…I’m here for you.”

“How’d I get so lucky to find someone as supportive as you?” Finn asks softly.

“I’m the lucky one.” Butterscotch smiles.

As they pull up closer to Finn’s childhood home, Finn feels that it becomes hard to breathe. It’d been 97 years since he’s seen this house, a victorian-style mansion that is painted white and blue with a porch and small garden. He begins to tremble as he remembers all of the horrible things that took place in this seemingly harmless house. It hadn’t changed a bit.

To make matters worse? Finn’s mother, Margaret, is already standing on the porch waiting. However, unlike the house, she had changed quite a lot. She was almost uncanny to look at. She’d gotten enough cosmetic surgery to make herself completely unrecognizable. She was clearly going for a Jessica Rabbit style figure, but it didn’t work on her. Her cheeks were thin, with her contour making it look like her face was sharp enough to cut skin. Her lips were big enough to look like an even more exaggerated Bratz doll’s lips, with more attention being brought to them by her bright red lipstick. Her hair had clearly been dyed the dark brown color it once was, hiding any gray strands. Obviously, this woman was trying to make herself look younger through makeup and surgery, which was her choice to make, but she clearly overdid it to the point of making herself look so much worse than if she had just let herself age gracefully.

Finn is shaking. He feels as if he’s in that dark void again, and the only sounds he can hear are the sounds of his thoughts, panicking and begging to just turn the car around now and go home. Why did she want him here? Why couldn’t she just tell him his dad’s name over the phone? Did she just want to put him in this position because she knew it would make him uncomfortable?

Butterscotch takes Finn’s hand cautiously.

“Sweetheart…it’s okay. Deep breaths. We’re gonna get through this together, okay? We’ll have that dinner she wants so badly, get your pa’s name, and then we’ll immediately book a same-day flight back home. After today, you’ll never have to see her again, or even call her. I’ll be by your side the whole time. If things start to get too scary, let me know and I’ll pull you away to get some air, alright?” Butterscotch assures Finn that no matter what happens, everything will be okay.

Finn nods softly, before taking a few deep breaths.

“Okay…I’m ready.”

Butterscotch turns the rental car off, before unbuckling and exiting the vehicle. Finn follows, exiting the passenger side and dusting off his dress. He walks alongside Butterscotch to the front of his childhood home, the couple stopping in front of the porch where Margaret stood. “Mother…” Finn says softly.

“Phineas! So glad you could make it…and I see that you’re wearing women’s clothing! Somehow I’m not surprised…but what’s with the all black? You look like you’re going to a funeral…” Margaret is immediately judgemental.

She wasn’t entirely wrong, though. Finn wore a black lolita dress with short, puffy sleeves and lace detailing. Black mary janes and black socks covered his feet. His hands were decorated with black lace gloves that were fingerless, and his nails were painted black. On top of his head was a black headband with a black flower on it, and hanging off of the headband was a black veil that covered half of his face. He normally didn’t wear makeup at all, or wore very little, but today he had a black smokey eye look with thick, black eyeliner and dark mascara, bringing attention to his bright, emerald green eyes. He also wore black lipstick. He did, indeed, look like he was mourning. 

“I am going to a funeral, mother. Today, I am putting Phineas Reed to rest…because the little boy you once knew is dead. In May, I will be Finn Sweeney.” Finn says with a slight bit of confidence, though he seems unsure of himself.

“Ugh, always with the drama. I see nothing about you has changed. I must say, you’re not exactly pulling it off…your sister Helen does the funeral look much better than you do.” Margaret huffs.

“Makes sense, considering how many husbands have “mysteriously” passed away by now.” Finn takes a dig at his second older sister.

“Regardless…even though you look a mess, I am glad to see that you weren’t too cowardly to show up.” Margaret crosses her arms, then looks at Butterscotch. “Oh! And I see you brought your servant with you! That’ll be useful.”

Butterscotch stands still, not even the tiniest bit fazed by her assumption that he was Finn’s servant.

“Mother. He’s not my servant.” Finn corrects Margaret gently.

“Oh? Well then who is he, and why is he in my presence?” Margaret looks disgusted.

“Mother…this is Elliott Sweeney…he’s my fiance.” Finn introduces Butterscotch to his mother, a little bit of fear in his voice because he knows what’s coming next.

“FIANCE!?” Margaret almost sounds like she’s going to gag.

Butterscotch clears his throat, before bowing politely.

“It’s a…pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Reed.” He lies.

Margaret blinks…before clearing her throat.

“So let me get this straight, Phineas. I already knew you were doing that whole…”gay” thing, so the fact that you’re marrying another man, while disgusting and sinful, is not surprising to me. However…not only are you marrying another man…you’re marrying a demon?”

“Yes, mother…” Finn takes Butterscotch’s hand.

“...And not only are you marrying a demon…” Margaret steps down the stairs of the porch, then gets in Butterscotch’s face.

Butterscotch tenses up a little, but he does not break eye-contact with Margaret. His face is stern, making it quite clear with just the look in his eye that he wasn’t going to leave Finn’s side, no matter what was about to happen.

“You’re marrying…a black…demon. Is that what you’re telling me right now, Phineas? That you’re marrying a black demon?”

“Yes. Mother.” Finn asserts firmly. Butterscotch’s grip on Finn’s hand is tight, and Finn’s grip is tight as well. They were together on this, no matter what she said.

Margaret is quiet for a moment, glaring at Butterscotch. She lets out a low, cat-like growl, before backing away from Butterscotch and directing her attention to Finn once again.

“Once again, Phineas…you manage to exceed my expectations on how low you can go. If you honestly think this filth is welcome in my family, you’ve lost your mind.”

“That’s a little too bad, isn’t it?” Finn gives a growl of his own.

Before Margaret can respond, the family’s butler walks outside.

“Mrs. Reed, dinner is served.”

“Ah, wonderful! Well, do come inside, Phineas. We’ll catch up over dinner, I’ll tell you everything you want to know, and you and your…” She clears her throat. “Lover here…can go about your day.” Margaret walks up the porch stairs, back into the house.

“The sooner, the better…” Finn sighs, following Margaret inside while holding Butterscotch’s hand firmly.

Before Butterscotch can set one hoof inside the mansion, however, Margaret places her index finger on his chest.

“Ah-ah! Not you. You stay outside where you belong…your kind is not welcome in this house.” Margaret hisses.

“With respect. I’m not leaving Finn’s side, not even for a second.” Butterscotch glares.

“That’s right, mother. If he’s not allowed inside, then I’m not staying for a second longer.” Finn asserts more.

Margaret sighs and rolls her eyes. “Fine! But don’t you dare make a mess of my house with your demon magic…” She huffs, walking away and grumbling. Butterscotch swears he could hear a racial slur leave her lips as she walks away…but he stays strong for Finn.

Finn sighs.

“...Are you okay, amor?”

“Sticks and stones, my love…I told you. I don’t care what she says to me. Are you okay?” Butterscotch asks Finn honestly.

“I’ll feel much better once we get this visit over with…” Finn says softly.

“Hey…you stood your ground. I’m proud of you, babe, you did a really good job.” Butterscotch nuzzles Finn proudly.

“I feel like my heart’s about to explode.”

“Deep breaths…we’re in this together, okay? Remember what I said about you needing to step away at any point, alright?” Butterscotch holds Finn close.

Finn nods. The two of them enter the mansion, closing the door behind them…this was about to be a very long day.

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[baekhvuns]

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support!

Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫

Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉

Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me!

Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

So true...Baby girl...

I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱

This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw

What a throwback lol

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

hello!!

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support! //// Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫 //// Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

it really is bc those “next x” where are they??? they fall under the pressure and never end up making it,,, i think u know about how at one time rm got every big player as their mid fielders and they never gave them time to play which made their playing career 📉📉 ancelottt’s doing it again 😭😭 YEAH BARCA GIRLIES they’re actually kind of insane,,, NO SERIOUSLY WHAT POSITION DO U PLAY IN THE CHELSEA FC??? 🤨 yeah it’s so surprising but i guess good for him id be passing out tbh if i saw him irl <3

AND AND?? VARANE RETIREMENT??? AYO?

since we were talking about d*ni a*v*s that m*son gr**nw**d is back 🔫 major loss for prison fc

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

pls do send a few restaurants u go to! AHHH if u go back in the summer you’ll be able to see those waterbomb festivals! hopefully ateez summer cb 🤲🏻😭😭 SEE I WILL KEEP U SELECTIVELY UPDATED, BLOCK UR FRIENDS THEYRE having a london fansign 😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉 /// Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

giving myself this one last time if i can’t write it i will not anymore my fingers just won’t write for him fhwjdh 😭😭😭 U ALREADY KNOWWWWW U ALREADY KNOW ☺️☺️ hannah no legs! took it to aussie as a kid to visit family, went to my cousins place and (left the doll at another’s) came home to her foot being cut off by a 3 1/2 kid <333 i was fed excuses and i beloved them 🫡🫡 one thing about bratz doll’s is that their hair’s are so long,,, i used to shampoo them all the time fbwkfbdk strawberry shortcake dolls are creepy actually good thing u don’t have any 😭😭 STOP IT DO U RMR BRATZ GAME ON GAMEBOY

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

IM YOUNG JCHCKCKS not “everything aged well” LIKE EVERY SHOW FROM THE EARLY 2000’s 😭😭😭 freaky friday is so good,, apparently ryan reynolds has a body swap movie too?? the change up?? gonna watch it but do u rmr that one movie where the nerd or the popular girl and the ‘footballer’ quarter back swapped bodies the “it’s a boy girl thing”💀💀 it was cute at times but not many ppl liked it,, hoping it’s not cringey bc we’ve HAD ENOUGH

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me! //// Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

LMFAOOO TASIR WHOMST??? OH IM SORRY HE DOES NOT EXIST I THINK?? PLS DO TAKE IT TO A FANSIGN 😭😭 JCBANCHCKC DID U DO IT WHEN RM LOST TO BARCA 😭😭😭 will be me when psg v bayern and if they lose

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

omg pls listen to bad liar by them, it started the villain yn and king hwa au for me <3 my religious anthem actually,,, TINNITUS HAD ME WEAK 😭😭😭 like the ringing in ears pls hybe 😭😭 ONE DAY A HORN GREW OUT OF MY HEAD GET THE FUCK OUT TBWMFBKWD THIS DEVIL IMAGERY HAS ME CRYING WHO’S WRITING THESE THINGS 😭😭😭😭

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

do u think he has hand creams for this hand, flavoured ones too,,, JUNIOR TUTOR TELL ME IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE IT GBWMFNWMJC the teasing mc and the poor junior that has to help mc <333 nuna romance <3 DILF MINGI. HAHA. and he?

ur right this tweet, he’s coming for messi’s ballon d’or actually

So true...Baby girl... //// I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱 /// This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw /// What a throwback lol

he’s in his baby girl era omg,,, if he doesn’t put pretty sparkly clips in his hair,, HEY HEY HEY I AM BLIND DONT DO THIS 😩😩 LMFAOOO STOP BRO IS TIRED HIS FACE FBWJDHKWJCJC

baek taemin and kai in one group is a blessing,, their friendship >>> do u rmr this 😭😭

WAR IS OVER

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

this is like jessica’s case w sm??? and the company of theirs is trying to get them to promo as 12 members in japan??? wHAAT ARE THEY ON??? chu is so exhausted the media is just going haywire on her,, im glad ppl are supporting her bc that company is run by petty fucks,,, NOOO THAT GWSN THING WQS SO INSANE??? HOW ARE THE COMPANIES NOT ARRESTED ATP?? how hard it is to treat ur group CORRECTLY

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

i tbh didn’t even know what to say,,, wayv was so excited for their fanmeet, baek was coming back and now chris lee just decided to bring him back, just when u thought everything was good 😭😭😭 as in what did he bring to the group,,,, poor baekhyun bc lookas would start with calling baek pig and fat and hitting his injured leg again 😭😭😭 i will THROW HANDS AT HIM ON GOD FBWMDJWK baek back in one day! like bro’s out here dancing like rent due and getting hurt and lookas?

😭😭

and uh?

ARE WE HEARING PROMOTIONS???? FOR EVERYONE???? 41 albums,,,, oh we’re gonna be FED

[glasshcvse]

BRAT VZ BRAT is a debut mini album from a project duo MEWTO, made out of GLASSHOUSE’s soloist MEW and MIGHTY DEVIL STUPID CUPID’s TOMIE. the album was released on august 5th with SICK AND TIRED as the duo’s promoted title track, as well as promoted b-side; KEEP YOUR COOL. 

track list. 

SICK AND TIRED 

WANNA BE ME 

KEEP YOUR COOL 

ICONIC 

SPOTLIGHT 

era notes. 

despite the duo’s powerful b-side songs, SICK AND TIRED was deeply hated by both fandoms for its belittling lyrics and cringe words. the duo failed to receive any music show wins with the track, but somehow won three wins for their promoted b-side, KEEP YOUR COOL. 

due to the backlash for the title track, the company stated that they will change some of the lyrics to better fit the duo, but that only happened last week of the song’s promotions.

fans did notice that the producers for SICK AND TIRED were not the company’s usual producer, but rather independent which made all sense, considering how famous GLOOMY and RE:INA are between the fandoms for their empowering lyrics. 

ignoring the controversy about the song, the whole mini album was nicely done to fit the vibe of the album’s name. MEWTO kept to the concept of bratz and dolls, all while making the girls look like living and breathing dolls!

MEWTO were really active on their separate social media accounts, as well on both MEW’s and STUPID CUPID’s vlives. to the question ❛ why mew and tomie as a duo? ❜ the girls answered with a short and simple ❝ we’ve been friends for a very long time, and we wanted to show our friendship through MEWTO ❞. it is unclear if their friendship is bad or good if you judge it only through the album’s songs, as the artists haven’t confirmed it. 

despite the rocky start, both the title and b-side track managed to read top 20 on the billboard charts due to the duo’s big fandoms. the songs were trending on tiktok and twitter for quite a while as well!

era style. 

( top row for SICK AND TIRED & bottom row for KEEP YOUR COOL ) 

[cyberfairyblog]

Vanessa Facts (for oc meme)

Decided to do a cute meme for my si Vanessa :> more under cut

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

- Vanessa likes collecting dolls and does doll photography

- She was born in Charlotte, North Carolina but moved to Odyssey early in the Blackgaard Saga

- Originally looked like Megara; really skinny and 'femme fatale' until I gained the confidence to redesign her as a tol gremlin

- She was going to be Regis's daughter until I changer their relationship to snooty boss&exasperated employee + Regis having a kid would be ooc

- Doesn't have an official voice claim because i have trouble finding a suitable actress

- Often cares for wild animals

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

- "Before we die I have one confession to make; I ate your last lollipop."

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.

- She was a tall woman of a heavy size, curly black hair and brown skin mottled with scars. But her heart glowed behind her friendly smile. In her hands was a book.

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.

- Calypso: "Hey have you seen our lady friend tall gorl, black hair, looks kinda constipated?"

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.

Vanessa is a tall woman with a plus sized body, curly hair and brown skin. She has visible scars from acne. Basically she looks like me irl but with differences (she doesn't wear glasses, has a different face type)

6: Describe your OC’s love life.

- In the past she had zero experience in dating as she wasn't interested but slowly she started was getting lonely and feared no one liked her enough to consider her worthy. Until she met Jason. They become friends since she visited the shop a lot, eventually going through a lot of physical and emotional trials developing romantic attraction.

7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense.

- Tends to wear a lot of jewel tones & blues and often has her hair loose or in buns. Her style is trendy compared to the conservative&casual dress common around Odyssey.

8: Describe one of your OC’s bad habits.

- She has a habit of internalizing failure or not trying anything at all because she's afraid of being scorned.

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?

- Being drowned, stemmed from a childhood incident

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?

- A bible, something blue, Suave Conditioner, laser pen, and a pack of Juicy Fruit

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?

- Vanessa would want some authentic jewellery or a limited edition Bratz

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?

- Van would give Calypso some CDs/Vinyl & Regina a new aquarium for her exotic fish

13: Describe your OC’s living situation.

- Currently she stays at Whit's End for room&board. She tried getting an apartment but it got closed down before the sale went through (spoilers it was a failed Rathbone venture). She has her own room and uses an office as a studio.

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?

- She had a goth phase back in High School.

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

- She wants to go back to the 90s and experience it in full

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?

- This is kinda an AU but one potential crossover she serves as the team's Angewomon - light angelic powers

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?

- She would teach art classes still, just to keep a little hope up. Bur mostly she would scavenge for food and survivors.

18: What is your OC’s dream job?

- Tbh she doesn't know XD

19: Your OC’s life is a musical. What’s the title of their big show-stopping song?

- "Gimme A Reason To Try" where she sings about how much she is a failure and afraid to make change

20: Post a picture or gif that describes your OC.

[silverlightqueen]

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‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe.’

fratboy/jock!Jimin x cheerleader!reader (bc apparently I don’t know how to not write university aus) - e2l, smut, angst, humour, a teensy bit of fluff if you squint

Part of ficswithluv’s Bulletproof Bingo!

Rating: 18 (graphic sex and mature themes)

Word Count: 14.9k+

Warnings - there’s a lot (because this is absolute filth) so please read carefully!  discussion of drugs and consumption of drugs, alcohol consumption, mention of rape, brief mention of murder and violence, brief mention of STDs, extremely bad language, extreme sexual tension (like on another level guys), brief mention of stripping, Jimin is a total dick, a lot of arguing and insulting, y/n has way too much pride for her own good, Jimin is too arrogant for his own good, mention of Namjoon being naked (you’ll understand when you read it), explicit sex, unprotected sex (use protection guys!), hate sex, (really) rough sex, very slight dubcon (she doesn’t explicitly say yes but she does give him consent), dom!Jimin and sub!y/n, y/n is the brattiest bratty stubbornest brattiest brat, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, mention of spitting during sex, marking, y/n does a little striptease, nipple play, finger sucking, cum licking/swallowing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, begging, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, pussy slapping, degradation, mild sadism and masochism,  very brief exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) and mention of oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, gagging,  thigh-riding, overstimulation, Jimin has a big fat huge monster cock, teasing, manhandling, slapping during sex, penetrative sex, squirting, cunnilingus, (I’m sure that’s it, but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!)

a/n: hey guys! please enjoy this absolute filth lmao (blame black haired Jimin for being the sexiest person in the world). the biggest thank you to the love of my life @silverlightprincess​ for proof-reading this two nights in a row and hyping it up so much, you’re the best and I love you.  lmk what you think and hmu if you’re interested in a part two x

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‘Please come with me. I can’t go by myself,’ I whine at Jennie who sits on her bed, watching me in amusement like she’s watching a film or TV show. 

‘Nope, and I already told you why; I don’t want to see him, not after what happened,’ she says, and I roll my eyes as I order an Uber. ‘So you’re really gonna make me go by myself? What if I get drugged, or beaten up, or raped, or murdered, or-’ ‘y/n!’ she exclaims reproachfully, and I shrug, ‘it could happen.’ ‘Well, it won’t. Loads of our friends are there. Wendy and Irene and Seulgi, Yeri and Joy, loads of people,’ she lists off. ‘Yeah, and they’ll be there, too,’ I sigh. ‘Well, I mean, it is at their house,’ she says, holding back a laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her.

‘You know what I mean. I hate them – jocks are so unbearable. It’d be better if you were there,’ I say, pouting. ‘You’re a liar, you don’t hate them. Just him,’ she points out. ‘Well, what if he tries something? He’s so strong, he could literally lift a car if he wanted to-’ ‘Bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?’ she says, and I roll my eyes again. ‘You know what I mean. The point still stands that he’s strong – you’re the one that saw him at the gym lifting more than your body weight. And remember when he knocked one of the players on their opposing team to the floor in that match last year, and he was literally twice his size. If that guy couldn’t take him on, how can I?’ ‘And you think I can? I’m smaller than you, you idiot.’ ‘But you’re scary.’ ‘You’re scarier than me,’ she says mildly, and I sigh. ‘Please, Jen. It’s not even that big of a deal, what happened. If anything, it’s more embarrassing for him than for you,’ I say, trying so hard to persuade her. ‘It is a big deal. It only happened yesterday – I at least need to give it a couple days before I can face him again.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by myself. If I’m not home in the morning, it’s on your head,’ I say dramatically, pulling on my heels.

‘Don’t be like that,’ she reprimands before launching into a speech, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous and the boys will be all over you, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, please use a condom. I don’t need you bringing an STD back with you. If there’s an emergency, or you need me to pick you up, call me. Make sure you keep me updated on what’s going on. Don’t drink anything anyone gives you – pour your own drinks. Make sure you’re always with one of the girls.’ ‘Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, mum!’ I exclaim, and she laughs, pulling me into a hug. ‘Be careful, y/n,’ she says gently, and I nod. ‘When am I not, Jen?’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. I leave our dorm and head down the corridor, opting to take the lift instead of the stairs – these heels aren’t that high, but I don’t want to take any risks.

My Uber’s already there by the time I get outside, so I jump straight in. The journey there is short (not short enough to walk in heels, though) and within five minutes, we’re pulling up in front of the house. I climb out, the driver instantly zooming away, and I look up at the house in front of me. It’s much bigger than and further away from the rest of the houses on the street, and it has its own little pier out onto the university lake, perfect for drunken skinny-dippers at the end of the night. I head up to the porch, the Greek letters for Alpha Sigma Phi hanging above my head, and push through the slightly open door. The party is already in full swing, loud bass-heavy RnB pulsing through the house, people already drunk and dancing, the smell of drugs thick in the air. I push through the throng of my classmates into the kitchen where I know my friends will be. The lowered volume in the kitchen is brief; only the moment before my friends notice me is quiet. ‘y/n!’ they all shout, and I jump in surprise. ‘y/n, you made it!’ Wendy shrieks, throwing her arms around me. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it,’ I say, hugging her back. ‘y/n, you look good!’ Yeri exclaims, holding me out for her to admire. ‘Thank you, Yeri, but look at you! Absolutely gorg!’ I don’t get to hear her reply before the rest of my friends greet me, all of them dressed up and drinking. ‘Let me get you a drink. What do you want?’ Irene asks me, and I scrunch up my face in thought. ‘I’ll just have Diet Coke for now – I don’t want any alcohol,’ I say, and I feel a hand appear on my waist. ‘Lightweight,’ I hear his teasing voice, and I can’t stop the big sigh I let out, accompanied by my signature eye roll.

‘Where are your pom-poms today?’ he asks, and I turn to look at him, the smell of vodka strong on him. ‘I was wondering how long I’d have without you bothering me,’ I say, fixing him with a dirty look. I’ve always thought of him as tiny, but he really isn’t – I have to tilt my head back slightly to look at his annoying face because of how close to me he is (he most definitely has lifts in his shoes). And it’s not just his face, that’s annoying, let me tell you that. It’s everything about him. And shall I tell you why? Because it’s all perfect. Everything about him, physically, is infuriatingly perfect. His legs are long and toned, his waist cinched and his frame slim, with vascular hands adorned in silver rings, matching with the silver earrings hanging from his ears and the silver Chanel necklace around his neck (how he can afford Chanel jewellery whilst at university, I don’t know). His lips are plump and glossy, like a Bratz doll, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown, framed with dark lashes. His jaw is sharp, his cheeks chubby, and his black hair is soft and fluffy, swept back to reveal the tan skin of his forehead and dark, bold eyebrows. Long story short, he’s beautiful, on the outside. The inside is a whole other story.

‘Bothering you? More like gracing you with my presence. Remember, this is my party, and there are plenty of other, more… willing girls I could be spending my time with, but I chose you. You should be honoured,’ he says with a grin, and I scowl at him. ‘Honoured?’ I echo as Irene hands me a red solo cup with the Coke in it, ‘it’s not your party. It’s Alpha Sigma Phi’s party.’ ‘And what does everyone think of when they think of ASP? This handsome face and the perfect dick that comes with it,’ he says, preening, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Can you not be so annoying and full of yourself all the time?’ ‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe,’ he says lowly, thumb swiping across his plump lips, and I blink, heart jumping which pisses me off – my own body betrays me when I’m with him. ‘Well, whatever. I don’t think of you when I think of ASP. I think of a bunch of douches,’ I shrug, changing the subject back, and he grins even wider, obviously amused that he managed to make me flustered. ‘Now, now. Is that any way to speak about your friends? I’m sure the other boys would be offended to hear you speak about them like that,’ he says, plucking the cup from my hand and taking a sip. ‘Well, let me correct myself. You’re the douche,’ I say tiredly, and he grins. ‘You won’t be saying that for long. You’ll be eating your words when you feel how good my cock is,’ he forebodes, handing me back my cup, completely empty. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to feel anything,’ I mutter, throwing away the cup, and he chuckles. ‘Oh, y/n, you do amuse me,’ he grins. ‘Oh, Park, the feeling is most definitely not mutual,’ I say in a bright tone, a fake smile plastered on my face. ‘Good talk, y/n, I’ll see you later,’ he says distractedly as he moves away from me, watching a sophomore that’s just walked in with her friends, wearing a skimpy dress. She’s pretty and looks nice, but I can’t help but dislike her instantly, surprised at myself for being so bitchy.

‘Who are you shooting lasers at?’ Joy asks. ‘Park Jimin,’ I spit out, turning my dirty looks to him instead. Or rather, his back, as he’s now facing away from me, speaking to the sophomore. ‘Cradle robber,’ Joy observes, and I laugh. ‘I wouldn’t quite say cradle robber – we’re only a year older than her,’ I point out, and Joy waves my words away. ‘Still. Anyway, are you drinking?’ she asks. ‘Well, I did have a drink, but he took it and downed it,’ I say, motioning to Jimin who’s now got a hand on the girl’s arm. She looks up at him with a sweet smile, her eyes wide and big, and I almost want to go over and warn her away, knowing he’s just looking for someone to fill his bed for the night. ‘Well, Seulgi brought Malibu, and I know you like it, so here,’ she says, pushing an unopened bottle into my hand and disappearing back into the throng of people. ‘Thanks,’ I say to the spot where she was just stood, plucking a clean cup from the packet, pouring out some of the rum and mixing it with coke (an unopened bottle – I’m no rookie). I also find some straws and pick out a pink one, dropping it into the cup. Just as I begin to take a sip, a pair of big hands clap down onto my shoulders, making me jump and I choke on my drink.

‘Oh, shit, sorry. You okay, y/n?’ I hear Namjoon’s voice as I cough again and again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask once I’ve stopped choking, my eyes beginning to water and my face warm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he says reproachfully, holding back laughter. ‘Idiot,’ I mutter, taking a seat on one of the stools around the kitchen island (these trashy dirty frat boys don’t deserve such a nice house). ‘Sorry. Anyways, how are you?’ ‘I was fine before you tried to kill me. What about you?’ ‘Um, good, yeah. I saw you speaking to Jimin,’ he says, triggering an eye roll. ‘He’s such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna file a restraining order.’ ‘Go for it, I’ll file one too. So, you, um… did you come by yourself?’ he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be a pussy – say it with your chest,’ I say in a bored tone, and he sighs. ‘Did Jennie come with you?’ he asks quietly. ‘No, she wasn’t feeling too well, so she stayed back at our apartment,’ I grin, and he puts a hand to his forehead. ‘She’s avoiding me, isn’t she? Urgh, I’m such an idiot.’ ‘I can’t argue with you there,’ I reply, and he scowls at me. ‘Sorry. But, it’s true, you are an idiot. I mean, what on earth were you thinking?’ I say, failing to hold back my laughter. ‘I didn’t know that she would be out there. If I’d known…’ he trails off. ‘You wouldn’t have run across the pitch butt naked?’ I ask, and he slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. ‘Keep your voice down! I don’t want people knowing. I lost a bet, and I did it at night-time so no one would see. How was I supposed to know she’d be out there?’ he says defensively, and I shake my head at him in disgust. ‘You’re a mess. And, anyway, yes, of course she’s avoiding you. How can she look you in the face again properly having seen you completely naked?’ I say, struggling to hold back laughter as I think back to Jennie’s face when she walked into our apartment after going somewhere quiet to speak on the phone to her sister, Rose – there was a party going on in the apartment next door, so she went on a walk, conveniently running into (a naked) Namjoon. ‘Oh, go suck Jimin’s dick,’ he says half-heartedly. ‘Go flash Jennie again,’ I retort, and he flips me off before disappearing.

I stay in the kitchen the majority of the night, catching up with all my friends. It’s been a while since I had a chance to socialise; settling back into the Uni schedule after a long summer is tough, especially when you have an entire cheer team to lead. And cheering isn’t easy! People think we just run around in skimpy outfits, chanting and waving pom-poms, but there is so much more to it than that – I’d go as far to say that cheer is one of the hardest sports you can do. I spend so much of my time choreographing and working out to keep fit and planning routines and deciding positions for the team. It requires a lot of dedication and time to get everything done before the season starts. But obviously, a lot of my peers don’t have to dedicate their time to things like that and are used to partying, opting to get black out drunk at these frat parties instead of socialising with their friends. Only three hours after my arrival, there are people passed out all over the place, bedrooms occupied, and drunken students dirty dancing in the living room. Sat in the same stool as three hours ago, I watch Yeri flirt with a senior, feeling proud of my girl. She catches me watching and I put my thumbs up to her, giving her a big encouraging smile, and she quickly looks away for fear of laughing out loud.

‘Ah, y/n. Alone?’ I hear Jimin’s voice from behind me before he takes the seat beside me. ‘Yes, and I was enjoying it,’ I say pointedly, despite knowing he won’t go. ‘How have you been? Still dancing away?’ he asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheer isn’t the same as dance.’ ‘I’ve seen you on the side-lines while we’re playing – sure looks like dance to me.’ ‘And anyway, why do you have to say it like that? I’m not a stripper,’ I say exasperatedly, completely ignoring his stupid interjection. ‘What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ ‘Nothing, I consider it at least nine times a day.’ ‘Let me know if you decide to pursue that as your career – I’d be more than happy to support you. Maybe even join you if football doesn’t work out for me.’ ‘Oh, I don’t doubt you’d support me, you pervert.’ ‘Now, you know that’s not true. I only flirt with girls that want me back. If they don’t, I leave them alone.’ ‘So why don’t you leave me alone?’ ‘Because it’s clear to me that you enjoy my flirting. You might act like you don’t, but not once have you ever explicitly told me to stop, or to go away,’ he says, and I struggle for a comeback, knowing it’s true. He might be a total dick and I might hate him, but the flirting and the attention, it makes me feel good. It’s a nice feeling, knowing that a boy who could have anyone… wants me. ‘See?’ he points out with a smirk, and I roll my eyes as he takes a sip of the vodka in his hand. ‘You need to deflate your ego a little.’ ‘You need to pull that stick out your arse.’ ‘It’s stuck up there, with your head.’ ‘Touché,’ he laughs, and I shake my head.

‘So, as I was asking before we got side-tracked, how have you been? How are you finding junior year?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why do you care, Park?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘Why wouldn’t I care?’ ‘Because we don’t like each other.’ ‘I like you,’ he smirks, head resting on his hand, arm leaning on the countertop. ‘No, you don’t, and I sure as hell don’t like you.’ ‘Why do you keep lying to me, and to yourself, y/n?’ ‘I’m not lying. Just because you’re attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean you like them,’ I say, regretting the words as soon as I see the mischievous light in his eyes. ‘You’re attracted to me?’ ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘It pretty much is, y/n. But it’s okay, I knew that already. It’s just nice to hear it out loud. Well, I hope that’s what you were referring to, and not to me being attracted to you, because that certainly isn’t true,’ he says, my body going cold at hearing his words as my jaw drops. I turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face, and I want to slap it off.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, and he just gives me an infuriating grin. Now, let me make something clear. Park Jimin isn’t that bad. Annoying, flirty, egotistic? Yes, exactly, and everyone loves him for being the star player on the team, which makes it worse. But I can deal with him. He’s not really… the bane of my existence, or anything like that. But he is the most irritating person I’ve ever met. He’s like a chipped nail on a fresh set, or a bird chirping outside your window at 4am when you have an exam. But this? This is on another level. How, how on earth, has he managed to turn the tables onto me like this? ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘What do I me- I mean that you flirt with me every opportunity you get!’ I say, voice getting a little louder with annoyance, and he raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyingly laidback, his smirk and my anger growing at the same rate. ‘So what?’ ‘So… if you’re flirting with me that often, you’re attracted to me. You’ve made it clear you’re attracted to me,’ I say slowly, starting to wonder if I’m missing something, and his grin grows impossibly wider. ‘Just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean anything,’ he says with a little shrug, and I try to hide the way his words hurt.

‘Fine. Go have a bit of fun with someone else, then,’ I say savagely, facing away from him and crossing my arms over my chest, and yet, he seems nothing but amused. ‘Don’t be like that, babe,’ he says easily, reaching for me, and I slap his hands away, ignoring the pet name. ‘No, leave me alone,’ I say sulkily, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he rests a hand on my thigh, lips twitching when I don’t brush it off. ‘Come on, baby, I was just kidding,’ he smiles serenely, and I turn a scowl to him. ‘Well, I didn’t find it funny, so go find some other girls who will,’ I spit at him, and he’s holding back a laugh, which infuriates me even more. ‘But those girls are boring. You aren’t. So stop being bratty,’ he says, and my mouth falls open slightly, my eyes fixed on his stupidly handsome face. ‘Bratty? I’m being bratty?’ I demand, and he nods, lips slightly quirked up at the ends with amusement. ‘Yes, angel, you are.’ ‘Well… you’re being a dick.’ ‘Real mature,’ he says with a roll of his eyes, and I scowl. ‘Says you, you fucking manchild.’ ‘Wow, you really are a brat. I’ve apologised, like, twice. Get over it and stop being so stubborn.’ ‘I’m not being stubborn! ‘You are.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are too.’

‘Wow, you two are children,’ Jungkook’s voice comes from beside us, and we both turn to look at him. ‘How long have you been there?’ Jimin asks moodily, and Jungkook grins, dropping me a wink. ‘Long enough to see that you two need to stop fucking around and… fuck,’ Jungkook says, and I scrunch up my nose in disgust, leaning away from Jimin. ‘Don’t ever say that again. I hate him,’ I spit out, putting emphasis on the word so he understands that I truly mean it, and he rolls his eyes again, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You don’t have to love each other. Hell, you don’t even have to like each other,’ Jin’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to him with a hard stare. ‘Seriously? Who fucks someone they don’t like?’ I say, both Jungkook and Jin laughing. ‘Lots of people, actually. Honestly, y/n, I promise you, it’s better when you don’t like each other. No strings attached, no obligations afterwards, and you don’t have to think about whether it feels good for them,’ Jungkook explains, and now my entire face is scrunched up in disgust. ‘That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. You men are disgusting,’ I say, giving Jimin a pointed look, and he gasps. ‘Don’t look at me! I’ve never done that!’ Jimin exclaims defensively, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right.’ ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Jin says, and I turn my raised eyebrows to him. ‘Sure.’ ‘No, seriously, he never has. Everyone Jimin fucks adores him, so he’s never known the joy that is hate sex,’ Jungkook says, he and Jin laughing as I give them a disgusted look, Jimin suspiciously silent. ‘Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, come dance with us,’ a high-pitched female voice calls from the living room, all four of us looking to see a group of skimpily dressed freshmen beckoning the boys over. Jin and Jungkook waste no time, practically leaving us in their dust as they rush to join the girls.

I look to Jimin, who hasn’t moved a muscle, still with a stormy expression on his face. ‘Well? Go dance with them,’ I prompt, and his features smooth out before a small smirk curls his lips up. ‘I’d rather stay here, babe, with you,’ he says, and I grit my teeth, trying not to swing for him. ‘You didn’t hesitate to leave me earlier for that sophomore,’ I say despite myself, knowing I sound petty, and he chuckles. ‘Jealous, baby?’ he asks, and I let out a sigh, having had enough. ‘If you’re not going to go, I’ll go,’ I sigh tiredly, getting up from my stool, and heading towards the living room. He grabs my hand as I pass him, turning me around to face him, and I want to pull my hand out of his grasp, but the second I turn to see those big brown eyes on me, I freeze. And I hate it. How can he be such a dick to me all the time, so flirty but then so cold, and I forgive him every time because he’s handsome? How? ‘What do you want me to say, y/n? That you’re prettier, way prettier than the sophomore girl, and those drunk freshmen dancing in the living room? That you’re prettier than every girl in this damn house? Is that what you want?’ he asks, actually sounding sincere for once, and my heart jumps at the compliment. I hate it. I hate him.

‘No. I want you to leave me alone,’ I spit, wrenching my arm from his grasp, and he lets out an amused chuckle. ‘Good, because I hate lying,’ he says with an easy grin, and that little voice in my mind just says, ‘oh’ as I stop still. ‘You know what? Fuck you,’ I whisper, feeling tears in my eyes as I turn away from him, ready to go home. ‘You should be more polite, angel,’ he calls after me, and I can’t help myself, turning to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I said,’ he replies, getting up from his stool before downing his vodka (I hope it’s mixed with something because he doesn’t wince at all), making me wait until he says, ‘you should be more polite. A request like that? You could at least say please.’ My blood boils, anger actually consuming me as all I can see is red, and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face. ‘You’re such a fucking dick, Park. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,’ I rage, stepping closer to him, and he just carries on grinning at me. ‘Go on, babe,’ he says when I’m silent for a moment, jutting his chin out to prompt me, and I want to actually slam his head into the wall. ‘Just fuck off. I can’t deal with you right now, go find someone who adores you so you can stick your tiny dick down her throat,’ I spit at him, his face twisting with anger at me using his friends’ words against him (or at calling his dick tiny – I’m not sure which), and I stomp towards the back door.

I push open the door, storming through and narrowly avoiding colliding with a group of boys passing around a joint. ‘Oh, hey, y/n!’ Taehyung exclaims when he sees me, a big grin on his face. ‘Hi, Tae,’ I say quickly before rushing up towards the road, pulling my phone out of my pocket to order an Uber. ‘You’re leaving?’ I hear Jimin call after me, and I let out a scream of rage, whirling around to face him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?’ I shriek, the few people outside watching us with interest, Jimin marching up towards me. ‘No, you don’t get to say your piece and leave,’ he spits out, jaw clenched in anger, and I look skywards, throwing my hands up in despair. ‘Say what you want to say, then. Go on,’ I prompt, voice shaking with anger.

‘You’re such an uptight little bitch, y/n. You fucking mope around in the kitchen at parties, don’t touch the drugs and barely drink, thinking you’re so high and mighty and above the rest of us. You can’t even take a fucking joke and you turn it into something serious by fucking insulting me!’ he shouts, and I’m a little shocked and a lot hurt, the people around letting out little noises of embarrassment on my behalf. ‘Are you kidding me? Just because I don’t turn into a messy fucking disgrace at parties, doesn’t mean I’m uptight!’ I shout back, taking a step towards him, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘See? There you go again! It’s called having fun, y/n, you should fucking try it some time!’ ‘I have fun, you dick!’ ‘Yeah, okay, sure you do. You were sat by yourself at a party. Do you know how sad that is? And me, being the nice guy I am, come to sit with you to talk, and you’re just fucking rude to me!’ ‘Nice guy? You have to be joking! You’re not a nice guy, and you never have been! You’re entitled and egotistic and can’t keep your dick in your pants! You can’t take a hint, and even when I tell you explicitly to leave me alone, you don’t!’ I shout, both of us moving closer and closer to one another. ‘I’m trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake! I don’t understand why you tell me to leave you alone!’ ‘I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that I. Don’t. Like. You,’ I say in his face, emphasising every word, hoping he finally gets the message.

‘You fucking liar,’ he says lowly, taking another step closer to me, centimetres apart from me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said that you’re a liar. You do like me,’ he says, eyes dark as he looks at me, and I scoff, trying to ignore how tense I am now that he’s this close to me. ‘I promise you, I really fucking don’t,’ I laugh, our voices much quieter now, everyone around us still watching the exchange, straining to hear our words. They must be confused to see a girl not falling at the feet of great Park Jimin for once. ‘Stop lying, for once, y/n! Discard your pride, for fuck’s sake! You think I’m stupid?’ he asks, getting even closer to me, so close that his chest brushes against mine, my skin igniting at the touch, and I curse my body for betraying me. ‘You think I don’t see you literally fighting the smile off your face when I compliment you? You think I don’t feel the way you shudder when I touch you? You think I don’t notice how you lean towards me when we’re sat together? You think I don’t see the way your breath catches in your throat when I talk about the things I’d do to you? And it’s sexy, it’s really fucking sexy, and it’s so fucking hot when you play hard to get,’ he whispers, his tone harsh but his words making my entire body feel like it’s on fire because, yes, I fucking hate him, but God, he’s hot as hell. And then he makes me want to strangle him by saying, ‘but you ruin it by being so fucking uptight and taking a stupid little joke to heart.’

I let out a disappointed sigh, opening up the Uber app on my phone. ‘y/n. What the fuck are you doing?’ he asks, an edge to his tone, and I ignore him completely. ‘Are you ordering a fucking Uber?’ he demands, sounding incredulous, and I continue to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more. ‘I’m trying to fucking speak to you and you’re ordering an Uber? Can you stop being so fucking immature and, like… talk to me? Put down your fucking phone, y/n,’ he says slowly, and I can practically sense how he’s trying so hard to keep a hold of his temper – I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists, the vessels in his hands more visible than ever. And then he snatches my phone out of my hands. ‘Wha-’ I start to say, looking up at him, but I’m startled into silence when my eyes meet his. I’m good at riling him up from time to time, but I have never seen him this angry, not even when he’s playing football. His eyes are dark, cheeks flushed with rage, jaw and fists clenched so tight that I’m worried he might shatter a bone, and I actually feel scared. ‘Give me my phone back, Park,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a mirthless laugh before turning away from me and heading back towards the house, tucking my phone into the back pocket of his tight black jeans.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I say before following him – I’ve got too much pride to run after him, especially in heels because my clumsy ass will fall over. ‘Park, I swear to God,’ I call after him, the onlookers laughing. I’m glad they find it funny – I’m just tired, fed up and I want nothing more than to go to bed. He disappears into the house, and I speed up a little, knowing if I lose him, it could take ages to find him in that huge ass house, packed full of people. ‘y/n, babe, wait,’ I hear Yoongi say as I pass their group again, feeling him grab onto my hand. ‘Yoongi, not now. He’s got my phone.’ ‘I know. He told us to distract you,’ Yoongi admits, and I let out a noise of frustration as I pull my hand from his grasp, rushing into the house before another of them can grab me, narrowly escaping Tae’s reach. I see him disappearing into the living room, and rush through the kitchen, pushing through the few people stood around the counters, but I freeze when I reach the living room door. A load of ASP boys are lining up coke on the coffee table with their credit cards, Eric Nam who lives in our accommodation block is passed out at my feet, and a group of girls from the sorority up the road are grinding on each other in the middle of the room, Jungkook in the thick of the throng with his hands on Nayeon’s waist. My eyes scan the room, and I spot jet black hair disappearing into the front hall. I seriously consider just leaving my phone and getting Namjoon to call me an Uber, but my passcode is basic as hell (123456) and I don’t need Jimin snooping around my socials. Or worse – my camera roll.

I step over Eric, narrowly avoiding Momo’s hands stretched out to grab me and dance with me, and sidestep the table covered in coke, bursting into the front hallway where Seulgi stands with Kai, one of the spotters on our cheer team. ‘Hey, babe!’ Seulgi exclaims when she sees me, and I grin at her, momentarily distracted from Jimin. ‘Hey, Seulgi. Hi, Kai. Have you guys seen Jimin?’ I ask, both of them looking at me in confusion. ‘Park Jimin?’ Kai asks, and I nod, a little impatient. ‘He just went upstairs. Why?’ Seulgi asks as I begin to run up the stairs. ‘He stole my phone,’ I shout over my shoulder, ignoring Kai’s shout of, ‘Use protection!’ At the top of the stairs, more of my friends are sat in a circle on the landing, handing a bottle of vodka around. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Mina says when she spots me, the others all greeting me too. ‘Hi, guys. You seen Park Jimin?’ I ask, all of them exchanging a glance. ‘You two about to resolve the sexual tension?’ Dahyun asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, he’s got my phone.’ ‘Ooh, worried he’ll find your nudes?’ Jackson asks with a smirk, and I fix him with a hard stare. ‘He’ll never guess the passcode for ‘My Eyes Only’ so I’m not worried,’ I say evenly, and I have to hold back a laugh when the boys all exchange a glance. ‘Anyway, did you see where he went?’ I ask, getting even more impatient now. ‘He went upstairs – his room’s up there. Second door on the left,’ Jeongyeon says, everyone’s eyes turning to her now. ‘How do you know?’ Jinyoung demands, and I take the moment of them being distracted to sprint up the stairs. With every step, I feel the anger inside me grow, all of the times he’s pissed me off over the past couple years building up within me. I hate him, really fucking hate him, and this is just the last fucking straw.

When I reach his room, I don’t even bother knocking, bursting in. And when my brain registers that he’s lying on his bed, with the pretty sophomore from earlier on top of him, all I can see is red, my hands shaking with fury. She looks up at me in surprise, Jimin completely ignoring my presence and continuing to press kisses to her jaw. ‘I swear to fucking God, Park, I’m going to murder you,’ I say slowly, voice wavering with anger, and the girl has enough sense to get off him. ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship,’ she says, sounding truly apologetic, and I feel bad for her. ‘He’s not. You’re welcome to get back to your thing in a minute – I just want my phone,’ I demand, eyes flitting to the bed where he’s leaning back on his elbows, watching our exchange with amusement. None of us say anything for a few moments, the poor girl caught in between mine and Jimin’s feud.

‘I’m being serious, Park. Give me my fucking phone before I cut your dick off,’ I threaten, knowing I’d make good of it too, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just watching me with eyes sparkling with mirth. ‘You know what? I’m gonna leave you guys to resolve whatever the hell this is,’ the girl says, heading to the door. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, truly feeling bad, and she turns back to look at me, stood in the doorway. ‘Don’t be. I think you’ve helped me dodge a bullet. If anything, I’m sorry for you, being involved with him,’ she says quietly, making me laugh, and she laughs too. She really is a nice girl. ‘Thank you. I’ll see you around. I’m y/n, by the way,’ I say, and she nods. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking of trying out for cheer, and everyone I’ve spoken to said to go to you,’ she says, and I let out a little noise of excitement. ‘Oh, my God, you should! You look like you’d be a good flier, and we’re running short of fliers at the moment!’ I exclaim, completely distracted, and she grins. ‘I used to fly at high school, so I’d definitely like to give it a go.’ ‘That’s great. Try-outs are next Saturday, at 12, and I’ll keep an eye out for you. What’s your name?’ ‘Park Jiwon. Do I have to sign up or anything?’ ‘Well, you missed sign-ups, but I’ll put your name down. Just show up,’ I say with a grin, and she smiles back. ‘Thank you, y/n. I’ll see you on Saturday.’ ‘See you, Jiwon,’ I smile, the girl heading towards the stairs with a wave.

When I turn back to look at Jimin, he’s right there in front of me. He pushes the door shut and then slams me up against it, knocking the air out of me before pulling my shoulder bag off my arm and throwing it across the room, the chain strap making a loud clanking noise when it hits the wall. He’s so close that all I can smell is him – the vodka he’s been drinking, his expensive aftershave and… something that’s just him. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous, and angry with me. Love getting you all worked up, baby,’ he spits out, voice so low it sounds like a growl, and I’m speechless, literally speechless, his words igniting a fire low in my stomach. ‘You had plenty to say earlier, babe – why so quiet now?’ he asks, eyes dancing with amusement, and I look to the side, unable to hold his heavy gaze. ‘Don’t even think of turning your head away,’ he spits out, my stomach turning when he raises a hand to my chin, moving my head back to face him so my eyes can’t escape his. He holds my head in place, and the feeling of his hand resting loosely around my neck sparks arousal deep within me, my mouth drying. But I have too much pride to submit to him. ‘Give me my phone,’ I demand, and he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes not leaving mine. ‘I don’t know about that, angel. What will you do for me in return?’ he asks, pressing his body against mine so I’m trapped up against the door, and my eyes widen. ‘Nothing. It’s my phone,’ I say slowly, unable to believe how entitled he is. ‘It’s mine now,’ he grins, my mouth falling open. ‘Close your mouth before I spit in it, baby,’ he says, my mouth falling open even more in shock, stomach churning, arousal burning hot in my veins. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growls, pushing my mouth closed.

‘Get on your knees for me and I’ll consider giving you your phone back,’ he grins, and I can’t even say anything because he’s holding my mouth closed. ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks teasingly, and I make a noise of frustration, looking down at his hand to try and get him to move it. With a sigh, he removes his hand, and I snap, ‘get your hand off my neck, and give me my fucking phone, Park.’ ‘I always thought you’d be into choking. You seem like a dirty little slut,’ he grins, hand still not moving, my underwear flooding at his words. ‘I swear, Park, I will fucking kill you.’ ‘So you really, truly want me to let go of you? You really want to just get your phone and go?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, testing me. And I can’t, I just can’t discard my pride – it’s too painful for me to concede to him. ‘Yes,’ I spit out, and his face twists with anger.

‘What is wrong with you, y/n? Why can’t you just fucking let go of your pride for once? I know you want me, I’m not fucking stupid! We’re both attracted to each other so why can’t you just stop fucking around and let me fuck you? I’m not going to do anything without your fucking consent, y/n, I’m not a fucking rapist! Why are you making this so fucking hard for me?’ he demands, rage making his voice shake, and I don’t know what to say. ‘I…’ ‘You what? Go on, fucking speak,’ he prompts, jaw working overtime as he waits for me to answer, hand still resting around my neck, his silver rings cool against my burning hot skin. ‘I do like choking,’ I breathe out, giving the only form of consent to him that my pride will allow, his face blank for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘I said… I do like choking,’ I whisper, his eyes lighting up slightly. I hold a finger up against his lips to stop him explicitly asking, hoping he’ll understand from my gaze. ‘Sure?’ he asks, plump lips moving against my finger, my heart warming at him double checking, and I nod. ‘I’m sure,’ I whisper back, and that’s all he needs to hear.

His hand tightens at my neck as he leans down, lips landing on mine. He kisses me, harshly, forcefully, his tongue sliding into my mouth within moments, turning my mind to slush and emptying my head of any thoughts other than how good he is at kissing. His free hand grips my waist, bruisingly tight, as my hands run through his hair, the soft and fluffy black locks tangling between my fingers, and he tastes like the citrusy vodka he was drinking, with the sweet undertone of my coke (the soft drink – not the drug). ‘On your knees,’ he growls, and I laugh against his lips. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ he asks, sounding amused. ‘No.’ He breaks away from me, looking down at me, heavy breaths escaping through his swollen lips. ‘Wanna say that again, babe?’ he asks, his gaze intimidating, but I don’t let myself break. ‘I said ‘no’. I’m not getting on my knees,’ I say forcefully, matching his serious stare with one of my own, and he lets out a little chuckle. Hand still around my neck, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pushes me towards the middle of the room before letting go of me and sitting at the edge of the bed he was lying on a few minutes ago, another bed on the other side of the room empty. ‘Strip,’ he commands, and I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘I swear to God, y/n, do not fucking test me. Take off your fucking clothes,’ he spits out, the rage from earlier reappearing, and I decide to follow his instructions, but have a little fun while I do so.

I grin at him before I slide my hands across my torso, slipping my fingers beneath my top and pulling it up over my head, slowly as I possibly can, leaving me in just my black lace bralet (my top was too thin to wear a padded bra). Once it’s off, I throw it to him, and he deflects it with a quick hand, just about stopping it from hitting his face. He sends me a hard glare (though I can see that he’s trying to hold back a laugh behind it) but it disappears the second I flick open the button of my jeans, pulling down the zip too, his gaze darkening. He’s so intimidating that I can’t help but feel self-conscious at undressing in front of him, but then I spot the growing bulge in his jeans, and it makes me feel a little better. I turn away from him, kicking off my heels, pushing my jeans down my legs and bending over to give him a view of my ass, covered by my black lace pants, and I know there’s probably a slightly darker patch between my legs. I straighten up again, stepping out of the denim pooled at my feet, and turn back to face him. He runs a hand through his hair, a smirk on his lips as he beckons me over with the curl of a finger. I step towards him and he reaches out, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts his head back to kiss me again, my fingers tangling into his hair and nails scraping against his scalp as he digs his hands into my back, our bodies pressed together almost painfully. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before laving his tongue over the sore skin, making me let out a whimper against his mouth.

‘Feels good?’ he asks cockily, and I want nothing more than to take him down a peg, so I ignore him, just continuing to kiss him. ‘I asked you if it felt good,’ he says against my lips, hand reaching behind me to gather up my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him. ‘And I ignored you,’ I reply, voice shaky, as he kisses up and down my neck, pulling the skin beneath my jaw between his teeth, marking me. ‘Petty… stubborn… uptight… bratty… little bitch,’ he says between marking my neck and skin around my collarbones, shaky breaths and little whines falling from between my lips every few seconds at the feeling of his tongue laving over the bruises caused by his perfect teeth and plump lips. ‘I’ll break you, y/n. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you,’ he says, lips curled into a smirk against my skin, and I let out a laugh. I lean down, my lips against his ear, and whisper, ‘less likely than you scoring a goal in the first match of the season. Which we all know is very unlikely.’ He scoffs, lifting me up and putting me down over his lap, my ass sticking up the air.

‘Safe word?’ he growls, sounding almost reluctant, and I feel a thrill at the thought that he’s planning on doing enough to me that I might need a safe word. I think for a moment, and his grip on my thigh tightens before he spits out, ‘hurry up.’ ‘How about… small dick?’ I ask, biting my lip to hold back laughter (I really do find myself funny), but my amusement quickly disappears when his hand delivers a solid slap to my raised ass, making me let out a small squeal of pain, and I look back at him with a glare. ‘Small dick it is,’ he says cheerfully with a grin at me before reaching out to turn my head away from him. ‘You’re being punished, bitch, you don’t get to look at me,’ he spits out before his hand lands down heavily on my ass again, in the exact same spot as the previous slap, making me yelp in pain. I begin squirming in his lap – this spanking is not it, but he holds me firmly in place, landing another slap on the same cheek, and another, and another, and-

‘Park, cut it out!’ I shriek, my ass stinging with pain, and I just know he’s grinning. ‘Safe word?’ he asks, and I bite my tongue, knowing I can’t give in this easy. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he says cheerfully, before wrenching my pants down just past my ass, his hand, spread wide, to land across both cheeks with every slap. I squirm on his lap, still trying to escape, but he’s strong, holding me still and spanking again and again. And then the pain begins to ebb away into pleasure, my yelps of pain becoming desperate whimpers, my pussy practically drenched. With one slap, his skin is inches from the place I need him most, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. ‘Enjoying being spanked like a dirty little bitch?’ he asks, stopping the tirade of slaps on my ass, but I stay silent, too proud to admit to it. The spanks continue with my silence, my ass burning with the pleasurable pain, and when he’s finally deemed it enough, he rubs a hand over my cheeks, the metal of his rings providing relief for my stinging skin.

‘You okay, y/n?’ he asks, momentarily breaking from his hard demeanour, my heart warming despite myself. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I reply, sounding breathless to my own ears, and he chuckles. ‘You took your punishment well, for a little brat. What do you want now, babe?’ he asks, and I’m silent, too proud to tell him. ‘Well, you’re obviously deciding to be a stubborn little bitch, so we can sit here like this all night,’ he says, and I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and smug. I let out an annoyed huff, looking back at the ground, and I wait a few moments to say, ‘touch me.’ ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, hand beginning to rub over my sore ass again, reliving some of the pain, and I sigh. ‘Touch me.’ ‘I am, baby,’ he replies easily, hand continuing to skim over my stinging skin, and I let out a frustrated whine. ‘You know what I mean, Park!’ I exclaim angrily, and he chuckles. ‘I’m not sure I do, babe. Spell it out for me,’ he prompts, endlessly amused, and I clench my jaw in anger. ‘Can you touch my pussy?’ I snap, and he chuckles, making my blood boil. ‘Can I touch your pussy…?’ he asks, and I let out another angry noise, not wanting to be polite to him at all. But he’s completely silent, waiting for me to speak, and I give in, spitting out the word, ‘please.’ ‘Good girl,’ he compliments, voice soothing, but his hand doesn’t move from my ass. And then he says, ‘but it took too long.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? If you’re not going to fuck me, Park, I’m leav- oh! Oh, God,’ I moan out, my angry tirade cut off when he pushes two thick fingers deep between my folds, stretching me out almost painfully. My walls clench around him as I whimper, my slick coating his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me, oh, my God. Does being a bitch to me turn you on, angel?’ he asks, but it seems he doesn’t require an answer, pushing one of my legs off his lap to give him better access to my pussy, my foot on the floor to stop me from sliding off him. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, fast, and my head falls down as I let out a loud moan because, God, he’s good, better than I could’ve imagined. ‘So tight,’ he groans, as I throb around his thick fingers, my hips rolling back unconsciously to meet the thrusts of his hand. I can feel my high nearing quickly, the spanking and teasing making me desperate, and his fingers are so fucking good. And then his thumb begins to rub at my clit harshly, forcing a startled moan out of me, and I’m so close, twitching around him as my entire body tenses.

And then he pulls his fingers out. I let out a frustrated whine, eyes prickling with tears as he chuckles, leaning down and holding his slick covered fingers in front of my face. I refuse to take his fingers into my mouth, lips sealed shut, and he sighs, before his other hand lands a harsh slap onto my swollen pussy. I let out a shriek of pain, but he doesn’t relent, landing more heavy slaps onto my sensitive folds, pulling pained moans from my mouth. ‘Stop making this so hard for yourself,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I reluctantly open my mouth, his fingers instantly slipping between my lips, the slaps ceasing as I lick his fingers clean of my arousal. ‘Look at you, being a good little slut for me,’ he says with satisfaction, making my blood boil, and I can’t help but bite down on his fingers, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for it to shock him. He jumps, making me grin in satisfaction, before ramming his two fingers back between my folds. I let out a loud moan as he pumps in and out of my pussy, the pleasure rolling over me in waves. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my walls, thumb nudging at my clit as I let out moan after moan, feeling my orgasm build back up. I clench around him even tighter, twitching against his fingers, and it’s like he’s already managed to identify when I’m close, pulling his fingers away at the last second.

‘No, please,’ I whine pathetically, bucking my hips up in frustration, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a bit late for ‘please’ now, babe. You can beg better than that,’ he prompts, and I want to cry, so desperate for a release that I give in, swallowing my pride to force out some desperate words that might persuade him. ‘Please, Park, please make me cum. I need it, I need it so fucking bad, need your fingers or your mouth or your cock, anything. I just need to cum,’ I beg, and he’s silent for a moment. ‘God, that’s fucking hot, y/n. But…’ he says, making me tense at the thought he’s not going to give me what I want. ‘Your begging means nothing – you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. You need to earn it, angel,’ he says, making me whine in frustration and thrash on his lap. I’ve had enough now – my vibrator can probably do a better job than him, and Jennie will be fast asleep now (she could sleep through an earthquake). ‘Call me by my name,’ he says, breaking through my anger, and I freeze. ‘What?’ ‘I said to call me by my name. You’ve only ever called me Park. If you swallow your pride and call me ‘Jimin’… I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,’ he says, and it sounds simple enough, tempting enough.

But I’m not giving him what he wants.

‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay,’ he says simply, his fingers sliding back in easily, making me shudder. His fingers pump in and out of me, furiously fast, as his thumb rubs against my clit, my mind numbing with pleasure as I let out moan after moan, unable to stop myself, and I know I must be so loud right now, loud enough for my friends on the floor below to hear, but I don’t care. He curls his thick fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Listen to you being nice and loud for me, like a good little bitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers. You’re gonna cum soon, right?’ he murmurs, fingers fucking into me relentlessly. ‘Call me Jimin. Swallow your pride, call me my name, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers, as many times as you want, baby. Just call me Jimin,’ he says, voice so soothing that I’m almost persuaded, but no. I’m too proud, too stubborn. I bite down on my lip to stop myself, and he sighs. ‘Such a stubborn little bitch,’ he says, almost disappointedly, pulling his fingers out from me, and I let out a shriek of frustration.

‘Fuck, please, Park! Please let me cum, please! I’m so fucking desperate, need to cum so bad!’ I cry out, words slurred as my eyes fill with tears, vision blurring. He’s silent, just listening to my desperate begging, before plunging his fingers back into me, making me moan. And then he stops, fingers stilling inside me. ‘Park, please, feels so fucking good, please!’ I beg, his fingers continuing to thrust into me when I begin to speak, but stilling when I stop. ‘Please, Park, I need it, need it so fucking bad,’ I whine, and it’s an endless cycle, his fingers only moving when I speak, and stilling when I fall silent. I fall into a repeated cry of ‘please’ again and again until my throat is hoarse, his fingers bringing me close to the edge before he pulls out, yet again. ‘Oh, my God, Park, please make me cum! Please, I need it so bad, need to cum so bad,’ I beg pathetically, and he chuckles. ‘Not until you break,’ he says, pushing his fingers into my swollen pussy again. And he’s ruthless, relentless, fingers fucking into me so fast, so hard that it hurts, hurts so good, and I’m moaning out, loud and desperate. ‘Say it, baby, swallow your pride and say my name like a good girl. I can make you feel so good, angel, so good. Fuck you all night, eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Just say my name, swallow your pride. Come on, babe, say my name,’ he murmurs, soothing voice mixed with how good his fingers feel fucking into me and his thumb rubbing at my clit that the prospect of not finishing, makes my eyes fill with tears. And I’m so close to breaking, so close. But his fingers disappear.

He lifts me up, moving my weak body to straddle one of his strong thick thighs, the material of his jeans against my pussy making me whimper. My hands grip onto his shoulders to support myself, and when my eyes meet his, I nearly cum from that alone. His eyes are so dark, impossibly dark, blown wide with lust, his hair a mess from him running his fingers through it, his lips swollen and shining in the low lamplight, skin flushed and hot. He looks so fucking hot. ‘Ride my thigh,’ he whispers, and it takes every last bit of my willpower to shake my head, no. ‘Such a fucking brat,’ he spits before he begins bouncing his thigh. I let out a strangled moan when my pussy rubs against the sturdy denim of his jeans, head lolling back, and he quickly grabs my waist to stop me from falling off his leg. He doesn’t stop, and I’m bouncing on his thigh, moans falling from my lips with every jolt, his eyes latching on to my breasts which bounce right in front of his face. ‘Fuck. So fucking hot,’ he says, hand wrenching down the centre of my bralet so my breasts fall out, straps digging into my shoulders. His plump lips attach to one of my nipples, waves of bliss washing over me at the mixed sensations, heightened when he reaches a hand down to rub my clit slowly. ‘Look how good I’m being to you,’ he says against my nipple, his saliva sliding down my breast as he speaks, ‘making you feel so good, angel. And you can’t even say my name. It isn’t that hard.’

I ignore him, focusing on keeping my orgasm at bay – I’d rather feel the pleasure of now for hours than have one more orgasm denied. ‘Say it,’ he says, moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before sucking it. ‘Fuck, please, Park.’ ‘Say it, angel.’ ‘Oh, God, feels so- oh! Fuck.’ ‘Come on, y/n. Just say my name, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. You’re so close, I know you are. You’re gushing all over my thigh, can feel it through my jeans. Just say it, babe, and I’ll let you soak my thigh with your cum. Say it, angel. Swallow your pride for me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good, fuck you all night long if that’s what you want.’ And I feel my high nearing, feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I’m so close, so fucking close that I just can’t, I can’t lose it.

And I break.

‘Fuck, Jimin, please, make me cum, I need it,’ I cry out, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as I moan his name again and again, unable to stop because of how fucking good he feels. ‘Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers, and the second I hear him give me permission, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as I cum all over his thigh, shuddering as he continues bouncing his leg, thumb rubbing at my clit to prolong my high. ‘Such a good girl, so fucking good for me, angel,’ he whispers soothing words as I come down, his hands on my back gentle and comforting. The exhaustion that comes after my orgasm is heavy, making me fall into him, and he chuckles, holding me as I try to get my breath back, hands on his shoulders.

‘Are you too tired? You wanna stop?’ he asks, and I push myself off him with effort, trying my hardest to stay upright when I land on my feet. I pull my pants back up, and my bralet too before dropping to my knees (I hate being naked while I’m sucking someone off – it’s weird, but I hate being… on display). His eyes darken the second I hit the floor, and he can’t stand up quick enough, unbuckling his belt in record time. I pull his black jeans down to his ankles and he steps out of them, and he pulls his white t-shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder as he steps out of his jeans, kicking them away. And then I pull down his boxers, leaving them bunched up at the top of his thighs, and my heart skips a beat, my eyes widening and my mouth watering at how beautiful he is. His legs are long and toned and his skin is tan and clear, pulled over hard muscles and a full six pack, his abs rippling as his long, thick length stands up against them, rock hard and leaking with precum. I spit on his dick, his breath catching in his throat at the contact, before I use my palm to spread my saliva over his length, his hips bucking. He’s so sensitive, reacting to my every touch, and I almost feel sorry for him, thinking how long he must have been hard. And he’s so big, so thick, with a beautiful fucking curve, that I actually wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get more than just the head of his cock in.

Without wasting time, I lick the tip, revelling in the shaky breath that falls from his lips, his salty precum spread across my tongue. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, kitten licking his tip, occasionally swirling my tongue around the head, exhales and gentle groans escaping from his lips. He soon gets impatient, gathering my hair up in one hand and trying to push my head further down onto him, but I resist his force. ‘Stop fucking teasing, y/n,’ he spits out, making me grin to myself, and I don’t waste another second before sinking down onto his length until he hits the back of my throat, the boy letting out a strangled moan as I begin to bob my head up and down. I can’t get my lips to the base of his cock, and my jaw quickly begins to ache, because he’s just too damn big, gags being forced from my throat every few seconds. I take him out of my mouth, placing my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock to relieve myself of having him in my mouth, but he’s quickly bucking his hips, desperate to have my lips around him again. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the tip before slowly taking him in as far as possible, gagging around him, and when he hits the back of my throat, his head falls back, a desperate moan of my name falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I slowly build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him in further each time. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking good at this, oh, my God. So fucking good, angel, such a good little cockslut for me,’ he groans, hips bucking and making my eyes water, not to mention how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but his moans spur me on through the pain. And I just as I’m beginning to adjust, nearly getting him into my throat, he loses his patience. He starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so good. My perfect little whore, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says, thrusting particularly hard and prompting a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘So sexy,’ he whispers, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust faster. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbling around my mouth and dripping down my chin and neck.

And then there’s a knock at the door, followed by, ‘Jimin, you in there?’ Jimin stills completely and opens his mouth to reply, but I get an idea, deciding to get my revenge for all the edging. I bob up and down on his length, furiously fast, hands playing with his balls, and a strangled groan falls from his lips, panic in his eyes when he looks down at me. ‘y/n,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I look up at him innocently, as the door opens. I take his dick out of my mouth, looking around Jimin to see Hoseok stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight with Namjoon stood behind him, quickly clapping his hand over his eyes when he sees us. ‘I…’ Hoseok says, Jimin sighing before looking at him over his shoulder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Sorry. But I did ask if you were in here,’ Hoseok says, eyes flitting to me, and I can see him holding back a laugh when I grin at him mischievously. ‘Please, Hobi, just get what you need, and go,’ Jimin says tiredly, Hoseok nodding as he darts in, grabbing a charger from what must be the other bed which must be his, before darting back out, dropping a wink at me before he shuts the door.

And Jimin looks down at me, his gaze making my stomach turn. ‘Get up. Now,’ he spits out, and I rise up from the floor as slowly as possible as he pushes his boxers off, leaving him stood in all his glory. He’s so fucking beautiful, an absolutely Adonis – his body is perfect, like it’s been carved by the Gods. He rips my pants off as he reaches around me, unclasping my bralet with unmatched expertise, pulling it off my arms, and throwing both items over his shoulder. He grabs me by the neck, forceful but not violent, and walks me backwards to his bed, pushing me down and climbing over me. ‘You think you’re funny, huh?’ he demands, no regard for how tight he’s gripping my throat, and I grin, enjoying how pissed off he is. ‘We were doing well, and you just had to fucking ruin it,’ he spits out, entire weight on me, and I struggle for air, the lack of oxygen making my head spin pleasurably. ‘You like being caught in the act, huh? Like being a dirty little bitch and being on your knees for me in front of my friends? Or d’you just like pissing me off?’ he demands, eyes dark with anger, veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Like… pissing… you off. Thought… we could… try… hate… sex…’ I breathe out between deep inhales, desperately trying to take in enough air, and he smirks. ‘Thought you’d piss me off, so I’d hate you?’ he asks, and I grin as best as I can, eyes watering. He reaches down and grips his cock in one hand, running his length along my folds teasingly, sending little waves of pleasure through me. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ I whisper, my hoarse voice making him loosen his grip slightly, a smirk stretching his lips out. ‘That’d be mean, right? After how good you’ve been for me?’ he says sarcastically, eyebrow raised, and I fix him with a glare, his hand tightening again, rings digging into my skin. ‘Beg, bitch,’ he spits harshly, and I’m silent, our eyes locked together. ‘I could cum just like this,’ he says, still running his cock across my folds, and I sigh, the thought of him not fucking me making me snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Jimin, so hard I can’t fucking walk, for as long as you fucking want. Fill me up with your big fat cock until I can’t breathe. Don’t care about me – I’m just a slut for you to use for your own pleasure, a whore for you to fill with your cum until your balls are empty.’ My words make him gulp, eyes blown wide with desire, and I press my lips to his, speaking against his mouth:

‘Fuck me like you hate me.’

He plunges all the way into me, both of us moaning, ‘fuck’, drawing the word out until he bottoms out, and it’s so fucking good. He’s so thick, the stretch burning deliciously, the curve of his cock having him fill me up perfectly, brushing up against my spongy spot without even meaning to. He doesn’t give me even a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, both of us letting out moans at the feeling. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his. ‘So fucking tight. Gonna stretch you out with my fat cock, gonna ruin you for everyone else,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s euphoria, absolutely euphoria. ‘I’d… like to see you… try,’ I breathe out between moans, and he chuckles, hammering into me, heavy balls slapping against my skin. ‘I already broke you, angel – don’t make me embarrass you by doing it again,’ he growls, hand still tight around my neck, my hands on his back, nails digging into his skin, hard. He grabs one of my legs, lifting it to rest on his shoulder, and he goes even deeper than before, my eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls.

Obscene squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with my moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, the smell of sex thick on the air as he abuses my pussy, pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, and all I can think is, ‘why the fuck haven’t we done this already?’ ‘Fucking gushing around me, soaking my bed like a good little slut. Gonna smell like you for days – my other bitches will know I’ve had a cock-hungry whore in here,’ he moans against my ear, rage filling me at the mention of other girls, and I can’t help myself. I slap him around the face, and he just grins at me, cheek reddening, not ceasing his thrusting. ‘Jealous? Don’t worry, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’ll ruin you, but you’ve ruined me. Only want your pussy from now. Want you to be my good little bitch, my sex toy,’ he grunts, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him. ‘Only if you eat my pussy with those pretty lips,’ I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, smirking. ‘Can’t wait to taste your pussy, angel. But let me fill it with my cum first,’ he breathes out against my neck, making me moan, before he practically pushes me down into the mattress, cock pounding into me bruisingly hard.

‘So fucking tight around me, baby, like you’ve never been fucked. Your cunt was made for me, huh? Scream my name out, babe. Let everyone in the damn house hear how good my cock makes you feel,’ he prompts, and I can’t help but do as he says, head thrown back into the pillow as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. And I can feel my orgasm approaching, my walls clenched around him, my nails raking down his back, moans falling from my mouth again and again. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, want you to soak my cock like a good little slut. Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers against my ear, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, other hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down into the mattress, and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening, head full of bliss. And then he hits the spot inside me head-on, and I reach my high.

I scream out his name, so loud it feels like it’s being ripped out of throat, my own voice ringing in my ears as I cum around him, gushing out release, walls clamped around him so tight he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm. Never have I felt an orgasm this intense, never felt pleasure like this, and my vision becomes blurry as the tears run down my face, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into my head and nails raking down his back, breaking the skin. And when I begin coming down, my walls loosening around him, he starts chasing his own high, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably leaving dents in the wall every time it bumps against it, and the overstimulation is too much, making me sob. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one still around my neck as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.

His black hair is pasted to his head with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, mouth wide open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are dark, impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed and contorted with pleasure. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tense and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.

And I can feel him nearing his orgasm, dick twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, digging my heel into his back to hold him place, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight little pussy. So good for me, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl in satisfaction before he lets out a cry of, ‘fuck, y/n, gonna cum!’ He buries himself deep inside me, head falling to rest in the crook of my neck, biting down on my skin as he cums, thick and hot ropes of his release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him prolongs his high, milking his cock for all he has.

Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, moving down the bed with a grin, wanting to see his masterpiece. ‘You squirted, you know?’ he says nonchalantly, eyes momentarily flitting up from my pussy to meet mine, and I can’t mask the surprise quick enough, a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. ‘Thought so. I’m the best you’ve ever had, right, babe?’ he asks, eyes trained on my folds, waiting for his cum to leak out of me, and I don’t reply. ‘God, after such a good fucking, you’re still a stubborn little bitch? Well, whatever. If it makes you feel better, that was the best I’ve ever had too,’ he says, and I’m silent, attempting to ignore the thrill that runs through me – he’s fucked that many girls, but I’m the best. ‘Your moans are so pretty, angel. My name sounds good on your lips,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, dropping my head back to rest on the pillow – I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally (and of him). ‘Do you always talk this much after sex?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘Nope. I usually give them a kiss on their cheek and send them on their way. You should be honoured you’re getting pillow talk,’ he says cockily, and I scoff. ‘Fuck you.’ ‘I just did,’ he says, voice dripping with mirth, and I roll my eyes.

And then I feel it. His cum beginning to drip out of me. ‘God, I really did cum deep, huh? Look how long it took,’ he says, words lined with fascination as he watches my pussy intently. ‘Remember when you said I’ve got a tiny dick?’ he laughs, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Shut up,’ I say half-heartedly, before he collects up some of his cum on his fingers, making me let out a shaky breath as I look down at him. He holds his fingers out to me, and I don’t bother waiting this time, licking them clean, and his cum is actually... not bad. Sweet and almost… fruity. But I’m knocked out of my thoughts about his semen when he licks a bold stripe up my pussy, a broken moan falling from my lips. ‘I… didn’t think my cum would taste this good. Or maybe it’s just your pussy,’ he says casually, as though discussing the taste of cocktails. ‘I think it’s your cum.’ ‘Let me test it,’ he says before delving back down for another taste of my juices, making me moan before I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him away. ‘I’m too sensitive,’ I say gently, and he nods, moving to lie beside me. ‘It’s you, by the way. Your pussy tastes amazing. You gotta let me eat you out in the morning,’ he says, and I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow and trying to ignore how handsome he is. ‘In the morning?’ ‘Well, if you wanna stay the night, that is,’ he offers indifferently, but I can see that he’s a little nervous underneath the casual demeanour, and so am I, panicking at the prospect of this… not being just sex.

‘Where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he laughs at the swift topic change, before reaching his hand under the pillow my head is on, pulling out my phone, and handing it to me as I thank him – though I shouldn’t have to say thanks for getting my phone back. But whatever. I start to get up, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. ‘Are you leaving?’ he asks, almost panicked, and I laugh. ‘I gotta clean myself up, and go to the toilet – I don’t want a UTI. Where’s the bathroom?’ I ask, and he pulls a face. ‘It’s the last door in the corridor,’ he says, sitting up to watch me as I collect up my clothes, legs shaky. ‘You’re not gonna put those tight ass clothes back on, are you?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like I brought a spare change,’ I say, and he laughs, getting out of bed. He goes to his wardrobe, getting out a loose black long-sleeved top of his, and then to his chest of drawers, delving deep into one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of black Nike socks and a pair of black cotton pants, holding them out to me. And I look at him, looking back at the clothes, before looking back up at him, and then back at the clothes. ‘I hope to God you’re not expecting me to wear those random pants,’ I say with disgust, and he laughs. ‘They’re brand new, I promise. Rosie bought a pack to keep here for when… hers weren’t suitable to wear anymore, and these are from that pack – they’ve never been worn. I swear. And the top and socks are mine – freshly washed,’ he says, and I nod, still suspicious, sniffing the pants when he hands them to me. They smell clean, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt – I’d rather not be underwear-less in a frat house. So I pull the pants on, and then his top, trying to ignore how it smells exactly like him, the nice scent filling my senses, and it’s long enough that it covers my ass completely, hem brushing against my thighs. I pull on the socks, soft material nice against my tired feet (I don’t know why I wear heels – it’s literal torture).

‘Make sure you knock – there might be someone in there,’ he says meaningfully, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. ‘Who fucks in the bathroom of a frat house?’ I ask, and he’s silent, looking a little sheepish. ‘That’s gross. Please, don’t. I don’t want to know,’ I say when he opens his mouth to explain, and he nods, holding back a laugh. I open the door, looking down the corridor to see if it’s empty before rushing towards the bathroom. Thankfully it’s empty, so I wee and clean myself up, trying to ignore how much of a state I look. Once I’m done, I look a little more presentable, but it’s clear I’ve just been fucked, my eyes a little heavy and lips swollen, and my skin glowing. My makeup (which was a full face) is minimal now, my mascara slightly smudged around my eyes and my foundation patchy around my mouth and chin, so I blend it out as best as I can, and it doesn’t actually look that bad. The most noticeable thing is the purpling marks from his mouth, his hand and his rings around my neck and under my jaw, the ones on my collarbones hidden by his top. I run my fingers through my hair, and have it hanging around my face, not really covering the marks, but it’s the best I can do. I head back into Jimin’s bedroom, and I stifle a laugh at seeing that he’s fast asleep. And he looks really fucking cute, lips pouted, hair messy and face relaxed with slumber. How can he go from being the most annoying person in the world, to being sin personified, to being adorable? It’s obvious he was expecting me to stay the night with him – he’s on one side of the bed, the other side with two pillows, my phone sat atop them with the blanket pulled down for me to climb in.

But I can’t. I can’t stay the night and pretend like everything’s okay. Yes, he just gave me the best fucking of my life, but I’m not sure if it makes up for all the times he’s been a dick to me over the past couple years. And now, he’s expecting me to climb into bed with him, to act like we’re more than just two people who hate each other, and acted on our sexual tension and attraction to one another. Because that is all we are. But then he said things like me being the best he’s had, and that he wants to eat me out in the morning, and he’s expecting me to stay the night when he never lets anyone stay the night – everyone knows that about him. So maybe he doesn’t hate me, which is terrifying, because I cannot deal with Park Jimin not hating me.

So I have to make him hate me.

Quietly, I grab my phone, and he moves in his sleep, stirring, making me panic and run out of the room, leaving behind my clothes and shoes. I venture to the end of the corridor, ordering my Uber before looking down the flight of stairs, spotting the group of my friends still sat on the landing, Chaeyoung sat closest. ‘Chaeng, I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me. ‘Chaeng!’ I hiss a little louder, and she looks around before spotting me, opening her mouth to speak before I hold a finger to my lips. She gets up, pretending she’s going to the bathroom before rushing up the stairs. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I need to, like, escape. I’ve ordered an Uber, but I left my shoes in his room,’ I say, and she instantly slides off her sparkly silver sliders. ‘Don’t you need them?’ ‘Yoongi said I could stay the night,’ she says shyly, making me squeal with excitement for her, a little smile on her face. ‘You know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to leave without everyone seeing you?’ she says, and I sigh, slipping her shoes on. ‘I know, but I can’t stay. I can’t share a bed with him,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Girl, we heard everything. Everything. But staying the night is where you draw the line?’ she asks, and I nod, absolutely humiliated that they could hear. ‘Yes. I still hate him,’ I say as though it’s obvious, and she just nods, holding back a laugh. ‘Come on, then,’ she says, leading me down the stairs, and I’m so embarrassed when my friends spot me, jeering and laughing. ‘Walk of shame!’ Bambam shouts, before the boys all begin chanting it, and I cover my face in embarrassment. ‘Bye, girls!’ I call over the racket, the girls all bidding me goodbye before Chaeyoung leads me down the next flight of steps.

She turns the handle of the front door, pushing it open for me, and I quickly rush out before I can run into anyone else. ‘Thanks, Chaeng, you’re the best. I’ll drop these off tomorrow,’ I say, motioning to the shoes, and she waves my words off. ‘Just bring them to try-outs next weekend. Text me when you get home,’ she says, and I nod, my phone buzzing to let me know my Uber’s a minute away. ‘See you, Chaeng,’ I call over my shoulder, heading up to the pavement. My Uber pulls up, and I turn to wave at Chaeyoung, instead seeing her being pushed out of the way by Jin and Jungkook who are cheering and shouting at me, running over. I quickly jump into the Uber before they can reach me, telling the driver to go quickly, and he does so, leaving Dumb and Dumber in our dust. I’m silent the entire journey back, trying my hardest to stay awake, and I can feel him looking at me in the rear-view mirror, probably wondering why I’m dressed the way I am, getting into an Uber at 4am. Or maybe he knows exactly why.

When we pull up to my accommodation, the sky is already beginning to lighten with morning just around the corner, and I thank him, climbing out of the Uber and heading into the building, entire body aching. I take the lift, having to lean one hand against the wall as I walk down the corridor towards our door. And then I realise I left my bag, with my keys in them, in Jimin’s bedroom. I’d hoped to sneak in whilst Jennie was asleep, but I’ll definitely have to wake her up now. I knock on the door, not too loud because I don’t want to wake anyone in the neighbouring rooms up, but it works, Jennie instantly opening the door. And she doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping, wide awake and fixing me with a hard glare. She knows.

‘How the hell do you know?’ I ask tiredly as she moves to the side to let me in, looking me up and down. ‘Namjoon phoned me after your conversation with him, to clear the air. And halfway through our reconciliation, I can hear shouting in the background, and he kindly informs me that you and Jimin were having a screaming match on ASP’s front lawn. And then he texts me around an hour and a half later to say he’d just seen you on your knees in Jimin’s bedroom with his dick in your mouth,’ she says, voice harsh but eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I know, I know, I’m an idiot. But I’m really fucking tired and achy so can I sleep first? I promise, I’ll let you lecture me all you want in the morning,’ I say as I collapse into my bed, and she just stares at me for a moment before nodding, a small grin on her face. ‘It’s about time you got laid.’ ‘Oh, thanks.’ ‘I want all the details in the morning.’ ‘I’m not sure you do.’ ‘Ew.’

[jett-dawson]

BELLA ARC

The Rule

the rule states that any student who takes pictures of student work at rainbow high well experience an immediate expulsion. why does this only apply to bella? why not violet or karma, or anyone else who has pulled out their phones to take photos of things on campus? sounds like double standards to me.

the rule is dumb. especially since the students LIVE and WOR at rainbow high 24/7. they have a right to their work. the rule is dumb and is definitely a form of symbolism. i have seen this theory go around the fandom before & i have even addressed this theory before. i will address it again. stay tuned in the next slides for more on that.

The Timeline

we all knew bella was gonna get kicked out. whether or not we wanted it to happen, it was heavily implied in episode one that someone in the runway group was going to get kicked out. bella was the odd one out. she’s not in the wave one lineup, she’s not a part of the actual rainbow, and she was (more or less) a surprise to us when first seeing teasers for episode one. after that, the series of events through the first episodes had absolutely nothing to do with bella’s expulsion. there was no lead up! it was very sudden and the rule was very new to us. never was this rule stated before.

while i hate that it was written like this, i think i may know a meaning. this is a kids show. we are consuming children’s media. there is absolutely nothing wrong with that & anyone of any age is free and welcome to enjoy kids cartoons. what we have to understand is that this media isn’t exactly targeted towards us. i’m sure MGA, the company, is aware of us older fans. they use social media for that matter. that is where you find older fans. so that is where they get direct feedback from us. anyway... this show is obviously targeted towards a younger audience. if they were to extend the plot line, younger kids may not catch onto a lot of stuff that us older fans would. that’s not necessarily bad, but it doesn’t seem to be what the writers want. they write with simplicity, while still keeping in mind of laying out specific things in the show for specific reasons. so this sequence of events was written for younger kids to understand. bella was written & planned to be kicked out from the very beginning. kids may not have known this. so they introduced a rule that was unheard of so they have a reason to kick out bella. do i agree with this method? no. absolutely not. do i think they could’ve done better in finding a way to kick bella out? yes. absolutely. but younger kids will look at this and see that Bella broke a rule. Bella got kicked out. simple as that.

Symbolism

there have been theories that have gone around the fandom on the symbolism behind bella’s arc. her character, removal, and replacement all seem to line up with a real life sequence of events. allow me to explain.

bella is definitely a reference to barbie. her shirt is a direct take on a barbie shirt we have seen before. her character/personality is almost a lot like barbie if you think of it. if you’re into dolls and you’re into the community, you will know that Barbie/Mattel is MGA’s main rival. they have been going at it for years. constantly trying to dominate each other. MGA has made it very clear that they do not like Mattel. the creator of rainbow high himself stated that he “respects” barbie but believes it is time for her to leave the shelves and retire. it’s time for something new, something fresh, something modern.

think of it in the rainbow high timeline. bella(barbie/mattel) is living in this world of rainbow high(mga). the creator of bratz created the bratz concept while technically working for mattel. it just so happened that he was on leave. he took the idea over to mga and they went with it. mattel got mad, claiming the work as their own.

the rule of rainbow high can be related to this. whatever work is made at rainbow high stays at rainbow high. if any third party gets involved then you are due to immediate expulsion. this just so happened to bella.

bella/barbie was working on something she wanted to take to an outside source. rainbow high said no. this is our work. bella/barbie took it outside anyway resulting in an expulsion. bella is pink. pink is not part of the initial lineup. she reached the end of her rainbow.

amaya comes in. amaya resembling all things rainbow high. amaya the main character. she is the embodiment of rainbow. her character revolves around everhthing this company has preached for rainbow high. she is new. she is fresh. she is modern. she replaced bella. (no, i do not blame amaya for any of this. amaya is a whole other story)

barbie is flopping. barbie is not doing well. mga wants to take barbie down. mga is dominating the toy isle. they have created many successful lines and will probably continue to do so for awhile. bella is barbie. amaya is mga. amaya took over. mga took over.

Bella Herself

now i do not blame bella one bit for going and doing what she did. yes, she broke a rule. whether or not the rule is stupid, she did it. and she got what she asked for.

but you have to keep in mind who she is. bella is a young girl, age 14/15. at that age... i, too, would’ve done just about anything to work with my idol. someone i admired so much has practically thrown out an opportunity that i’m positive i could win. i would most definitely go for it. and bella did. but the problem was taking a picture. bella is known to be impulsive. we can see this in several different episodes where she wanted to complete the tasks given to her and to help her friends complete theirs. even though jade did her very best to persuade bella not to do it, bella chose to. she consciously chose to. now what i think a lot of people haven’t realized is that bella literally pulled nearly 2 all nighters contemplating on what to do. the first night she stayed up thinking about the internship and making the set. the other night she spent running around the school with jade and taking the photo of the art. this poor girl must’ve been tired. she was conflicted. do you risk your dream school and everything that comes along with it for a summer internship? or do you wait for another opportunity that could possibly never come again? if bella were older and more matured, i’m sure she wouldn’t have done it. but she is young. and she has learned from this experience.

unfortunately... she was expelled on the spot without any warning. we still haven’t gotten any closure on who saw her sneak the picture. that’s very suspicious but then again... it’s probably just poor writing. but with what we can assume, they probably involved bella’s space & privacy to get that information. anyway. bella had no bad behaviour whatsoever prior to this situation. rainbow high is a hard school. they are very tough on their students. they gave bella no chances. she didn’t even have much time to process it, pack her things and properly say goodbye to her friends. it all happened so fast. she said it herself... “i cant believe this is happening” yeah me either

as for the teachers... yes. they are doing their jobs. i have seen this point being made several times and i agree! technically they are! but RH is lowkey a messed up school system. they pressure their students day in and day out to be the very best and do the very best. i get why, but it’s to the point these students are sleep deprived. staying up all night to do assignments and have escape rooms. having to start class five minutes after completing night assignments. so much to the point that jade’s response to the question “what will u so if u pass the runway project?” in Violet’s AMA was “SLEEP!” this school is messed up. working like a big company and claiming these poor students hard work as their own is mean. and these teachers support it by working at this school. they may be doing their job, but they’re allowing this poor situation by being a part of it. this can be related to REAL life in places like media and the music industry. i have little knowledge on it, but you can compare it to the situation with Taylor Swift and how she technically doesn’t own a bunch of the music that she made. i believe it has to do with legal matters, and if i remember correctly something she got involved with when she was only young. yeah. theres that thing again. getting involved when you are only young. same with bella. there’s a direct correlation and that’s where i believe that type of symbolism could potentially come in to play.

this opportunity that was given to bella was life changing. and it was a SUMMER internship. SUMMER. if RH operates anything like schools IRL, they’d have to give their students a summer break. why was it so major to them when bella could still work for.. i mean attend to rainbow high all year then take the summer of for the internship. something that rainbow high could’ve looked good for having!

again, if RH operates anything like an IRL school, schools often pay attention to their students and outside opportunities. opportunities that boost the students status. the better the students, the better the school. with this high-end, once in a lifetime opportunity, bella could’ve gotten it and not only done better for herself but better for rainbow high itself.

bella knows what she did. and i know she realizes the consequences, especially now. but this poor girl has suffered through so much. all for this drama to her exploited on a very popular & very exclusive drama channel.. the vi life. but no way in heck was any of that fair.

Amaya Raine

i don’t wanna dwell too much on this one since i haven’t really seen much drama about it lately and i’ve already said enough before. but amaya is definitely not to blame. she had absolutely nothing to do with bella’s expulsion as far as we know. i remember there being fan theories that she would be the one who had found a way to tattle on bella, securing her own spot at rainbow high. as far as we know, this is not true.

amaya had been wait listed for her dream school. it’s lucky but kind of underwhelming. so the moment she got the call that she finally had a spot in RH, she was beyond excited, not knowing what was ahead of her. oh, yeah, btw, not gonna ignore the fact that they secure a spot for amaya THE SAME NIGHT bella took a photo of the artwork, not knowing she was gonna be caught and then expelled. in her mind, she was positive she wasn’t caught and wasn’t gonna get in trouble. it’s the fact the staff was very prepared for this all under 24hrs.

anyway. amaya was already hella nervous. she seems to be an anxious person and was definitely wanting to make the best first impression. heck, she even made her own outfit so she could stand out! but unfortunately to her surprise, she was greeted with a bunch of frowns and a few dirty looks. she was forced into this situation with absolutely no warning and had to put up with everyone disliking her at first (except our favourite ray of sunshine, our mutual blue bby & our drama chasing diva)

so it’s unfair for amaya to be blamed for all of this when she didn’t even know. yeah, i am sad that jade was viewing her so wrongly. but i cannot blame jade. jade is sorta stubborn and obviously struggles with major change. she lost the one she was closest to and suddenly was forced to adjust to this new girl who took bella’s place. if i were as cold of a person as jade, i’d have that exact same reaction. she didn’t wanna believe bella was gone. she didn’t want to experience this change. she didn’t bully amaya, thank goodness. she just paid little to no mind to her. of course she threw her a couple angry looks and was very brief with her whenever she spoke. but eventually they made up. no one was bullied, no one is mad.

FINAL COMMENT THEN I AM DONE

yea ok if you bully me or anyone else for simply digging into RH lore then you can leave. or i’ll just block of that’s easier for you. some of u only watch at surface level and that is okay! if that’s what you enjoy, k. cool. you do you.

some of us dont watch at surface level and that is also very very okay. some of us want to get as much as possible out of rainbow high, given the circumstances. so we dig into it more than others might. some of us try to find the symbolism or pick up on tiny details that had gone by unnoticed. some of us go as far as redesigning the characters and reimagining their personalities and life at rainbow high. creating fun headcanons and making cool associations. just don’t bully people who do that. don’t get mad at us and tell us “getting too deep into this is worthless” “you’re not gonna get a job in life if you sit and defend a character all day”

news flash, it is some people’s literal jobs to read pieces of art and media and analyze it. english majors literally do this exact thing. heck, it may be more complex than this. but anyway. stop telling people that. can we normalize enjoying this without being insulted for it??? if you don’t wanna enjoy the episodes then okay. cool. you do that. i’ll go analyze my favourite characters and enjoy as much of the show as i can because i find enjoyment in this <33

[clvmtines]

welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine. 

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park. 

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries. 

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears. 

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold. 

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive. 

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh. 

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people. 

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself. 

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho 

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks. 

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer 

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

[ehbunnehsblog]

This is MGAs new doll line Dream Ella or what was originally known as Aria. I want to say I have no clue if they are still messing around with the name of the doll line but there is a box of the doll with Dream Ella so I am just going to call it Dream Ella for now. I will try to keep y'all updated if things change.

So I have a lot of feelings about this and a majority of them are sadly negative and heres why.

MGA is clearly trying to go for the Barbie thing and trust me I would support it if it didn't look like this. This looks bad, this looks cheap. It looks less like MGA and more like those cheap dolls you see at a dollar store.

Like idk if there whole thing was to make cheap looking dolls to make fun of the decline of Mattel's Barbie dolls or if there was some bet to see if MGA could make a doll like Barbie and see if the doll could be more popular but I have a feeling this line is either going to be popular with parents (specifically moms) or this line will just flop.

We know what MGA is capable of so why are they making a doll that has outdated themes? I am not trying to drag Barbie but no offense Barbie's whole theme at the moment (you can be anything) is a bit outdated and has been done to hell already and I find it ridiculous how MGA is trying to replicate that to get at Mattel or idk maybe they are thinking of doing a collab who knows?

Also idk if Yasmin is supposed to be like Bratz Yasmin or if this is a completely different character but if she is based on the Bratz Yasmin, why is she so dark? I am so confused lol!

Mattel is already at a pretty low point and ik that there are Bratz fans who just absolutely hate Mattel and I get that but I feel like this is a really poor way at trying to get at Mattel it's like Mattel is already on the ground and MGA is just kicking them at this point.

MGA is so popular and I feel like going this route is not the best business move, its surprising as well but I feel like they could do better.

Also these dolls don't even have moveable arms and personally I feel like it's a bit basic. Again especially after what we have seen from MGA I wish they would just make the dolls stand out more. There are so many Barbie copies already and although I understand that MGA might want to take a break from doing dolls with big heads I wish they added their own spin to this instead of being a poor Barbie rip off.

Also ik some Bratz stans want Barbie to discontinue but I actually want Barbie to do better. I really hope when Monster High comes back there will be better quality in the dolls and that Mattel will start bettering Barbie.

[okruee]

some quick housekeeping!

im just doing a mass reply post for some game/cc related questions under the cut, sorry for answering late <3

hey! i don’t play much anymore tbh, the last time i played was either my midnight sun challenge and the beginning of don’s story with get famous over a year ago LMAO i think if i didn’t make cc i would have stopped playing the game altogether tbh

hey! i don’t see myself opening them anytime soon :/ but i do have a cc finds blog @ruefinds​ where i try to reblog the cc i use

OOH well i like @/ifcasims for hair, @/sketchbookpixels for clothes/hair and @/pralinesims for makeup, and @/brntwaffles for skin details! i have a ts3 resources list too in my wcif tag and a ts3 cc finds blog i use sometimes @skrueu​

take out all of the individual files from the “tray files” folder and place them in \documents\electronic arts\sims 4\tray, (you can’t put folders in there) and then you can find the sim in your gallery

make sure custom content is enabled under advanced in your gallery, you might have to scroll down a bit to find the household/lot, you can search by my originid ‘okrue’ if you’re having trouble

HMM well i’m still learning how to make cc, i wouldn’t call myself an expert by any means!! blender is pretty intimidating tbh, i tried my hand at making some hairs a handful of times before i got something that i thought looked okay! just start playing around with the program and accept that you will probably rage quit multiple times (i still do to this day LMAO) and whenever you run into a problem theres probably a fix on the sims4studio forums, or message a cc creator im sure they’ll try their best to help!

hmm i think this varies from person to person tbh! one thing you could do is rather than deleting, take a bunch of things you dont really use and put them in a seperate folder elsewhere on your computer, that way if you want something back you dont have to search and redownload it bc you have a backup! 

what i do for performance gains specifically is sort my mods folder from biggest file size to smallest (big files are usually high poly and impact performance) and then decide if i really really need that piece of cc, if i don’t then i just delete it all together or delete swatches i dont use to lower the file size 

i think it’s artbreeder.com!

the old one? i’m not sure i even have him anymore D:

i actually have a couple i’ve been working on, on and off since may LOL but the weights and uv_1 are giving me issues which is why i havent uploaded them rip

hey! yeah i am continuing it, i’m just bad at posting consistently and dont realize how sporadic i really am with posting LMAO i always think i JUST posted the last post and i’ll check and see that its been 3 months haha, im glad you like it and my cc, i hope you’re doing well!!

did anyone else with bratz dolls growing up just keep them be feetless 24/7 because they (the feet) would magically disappear to the underneath of ur bed for 6 months as soon as u got them or was that just me