#it sucked fucking ass it was SO brutal. let it be known to the anonymous internet however that i actually had the best designs

[sanstropfremir]

new ep of swf for their first semi-mission, they have to choreograph a routine for jessi's new song, cold-blooded. votes were decided based on video views/likes and whichever group psy + jessi chooses will get additional points.

no rankings, but ygx were chosen by psy + jessi as the best choreo. full performances below:

coca n butter - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLWZDJ2csDM&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=44&ab_channel=MnetTV

psy and jessi shared that they were expecting more, esp after seeing their freestyle dances that were powerful. thought that this routine was lackluster.

hook - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvYXDC9oQRs&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=41&ab_channel=MnetTV

psy shared that hook is great with having conceptual themes for their dances, mentioning previously their dance where they had pink wigs.

la chi cha - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0aJvIuO1js&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=46&ab_channel=MnetTV

the other dance crews mentioned that this choreo was v full as compared to everyone else. jessi mentioned this as well during practice where she felt like certain aspects weren't highlighted. but overall, psy and jessi said that the choreo was pretty and liked the ending pose.

ygx - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS9UqrqYlok&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=50&ab_channel=MnetTV

said that their dance was the cleanest.

prowdmon - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MM5m1yLAfOs&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=48&ab_channel=MnetTV

said that their concept was the most unique (monika shared that they wanted to do something different from jessi's original and expected style). jessi said that they were the only ones who did something more than just twerking

holybang - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6qQbLqw3dQ&list=PLIBmjIHzZF9nMB-IUL7sPshIWSS4jaRSN&index=46&ab_channel=MnetTV

shared that they really liked the chorus part. other dance crews mentioned that their choreo was the best (or at least one of the best).

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personally, i really liked prowdmon's choreo the most. the other crews frequently mentioned jessi would like this and that / that she would be able to do this etc etc. and that's why they included the moves that they did; however, during the ep, the crews would watch each other's performances and share their frustration that some pieces were v similar. and it eventually boiled down to who had the best outfit and stand-in for jessi (e.g. facial expressions). i thought ygx's choreo was one of the weakest? i genuinely got really bored and my mind checked out... curious to what u would think because u mentioned before that u weren't a fan of somi's choreos and lee jung (ygx's leader) does her choreos.

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for the second semi-mission, crews were asked to invite male dancers and do a co-ed performance. they didn't show all of them in this episode so i'll wait until next episode to compile the list. but mnet being an ass again did not upload them to youtube :( so hopefully someone will upload the full cams...

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also like just another quick note about the whole idol thing - it seems like they just hate women lol all the backlash were targeted towards the female idols who participated but now that jo kwon and jay park are participating, everyone is like omg yes wow i love them im so jealous.

i had actually seen maybe one or two of these since my youtube algorithm was really adamant on pushing them on me for the last week, but in general i agree with you anon!

coca n butter

i agree, this routine is lackluster and nothing really happens in it; the only thing of note is the oompa loompa style ass bobbing which admittedly, did make me laugh out loud, so i guess they get a point for being unintentionally funny? this is a very unremarkable choreo and it's disappointing because i know they are better than this.

hook

this is one of the better choreos, again, from this round. i like the theme (even if i really hate that bra situation) and there's some good ideas here that i think mesh with the song well, it just feels kind of sloppy and not fleshed out? why does it seem like none of these groups had very much time to do this challenge? (to be fair if they had all just done it last minute as a fuck you: extremely valid) there's a few transitions that are clunky and some of the formations are a little weird; the choreo is not as 'full' as it could have been.

lachica

i think these are my favourite costumes of everyone, so bonus for them! i don't really like twerking that much so i'm not the biggest fan of this choreo (and most of them, honestly), but i agree that this one does lean more towards the most 'full' of all of them; it has a good flow and a lot of movement, plus i think it has 'jessi' doing the most dancing of all of them, so that makes it look more busy because there's another dancing body as opposed to a mostly static one.

ygx

i agree that this choreo is on the weaker side, because it doesn't really have any power points. it seems to me that ygx is used to leaning on their breaker as their focus point, so when they can't do that, their choreo, although clean and a solid showing, is just kinda there. it's a good support structure, which i think is why jessi ended up picking it: it's not overly sexual but it's still 'powerful', and it leaves the idol as the centre without drawing too much attention. realistically she's not going to want to be overshadowed by the choreography and the dancers (even though if she promotes with them it might happen anyways), because jessi is the idol. which ultimately i think is the larger injustice with this mission; they weren't ever going to pick a more creative or interesting choreo because jessi isn't that kind of idol, she's just capitalizing on the popularity.

prowdmon

unsurprisingly, again this is the most interesting choreo and i think monika had a great idea to do something different from what jessi's usual style, even if it wasn't going to get picked in the end. i do think the 'swords' for the dancers was a bit much and the same effect could have been achieved by pushing the stylization of the movements more, but i did like the nice touch of the mic/staff, i think that was a fun detail and fit well with the concept.

holybang

the first half of this choreo is bland but the second half is KILLER. i wish they had been more creative with the first half because if they had this would have easily been the best of the round. it doesn't help that the costumes are boring as hell to, c'mon ladies i know you can do better than that!

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obviously when there's several groups designing something for a specific person who has a very specific personality, there's going to be a lot of crossover, because you're all aiming to appease. this reminds me of my set design class in undergrad where in order to decide who got to design the three shows, our prof had us basically do an all out design brawl to who could do the best designs, as chosen by each of the directors. aside from this being a terrible environment for a class, by the time it came to final presentations a lot of the designs looked the same, because we were all appealing to the same desires of the directors. it's the same principle here, psy and jessi are looking specifically for something that fits jessi's abilities and character, as well as doesn't draw too much attention from her because it's her song. and ygx's choreo is the one that ticked all of those boxes. i went back and watched the full focus studio choom of dumb dumb because i couldn't remember if i liked the choreo or not and honestly it has the same problem as the birthday choreo because somi just doesn't fuckin move. she literally doesn't take a single step for the first 30sec of the song. and the song is only 2 minutes and 30sec. i do think somi has better presence now, and there's more interesting point choreo here (honestly i think this choreo was optimized for tiktok), but my original assertion still stands. there's nothing really wrong with the background dancer choreo per se, it does a very good job of being just interesting enough to keep you engaged but on the soloist, not on anything else. now that i know they're somi's choreographers that makes even more sense that they got picked, honestly, since jessi is also a soloist.

also i'm exactly zero percent surprised that it was just misogyny lmao. although to be fair i do love jo kwon i think he's a great choice to bring on to this specific show, but jay park???????????????? c'mon. i guess we'll have to wait to see what all the collabs look like but yea. not surprised in the slightest.

[nightcoremoon]

so for the first time I saw batman: the killing joke.

...

it was okay I guess. but massively overrated. I expected some fucking masterpiece of cinema but instead it was just two unrelated short films that were more style and flash than substance.

so first off, barbara's storyline was mediocre. franz wasn't a compelling villain; just a creep, and a trust fund brat. oh wow he's a mafia kid who stole his family's fortune by hacking. if it was the falcone family I'd have cared more but it wasn't so it's just some faceless deathfodder rando. who gives a shit. the whole situation was just a vehicle to shove batman's dick into babs. which kinda fucks over bruce's character here and judging by the timeline kinda makes him a bit of a groomer, yikes. bruce and gordon have known each other since bruce was a young boy and we know that bruce is way older than babs so yeah bruce totally knew her from birth until present day, he literally utilized an active power dynamic to police her crimefighting activities, and he should have fucking known better and stopped her when she kissed him because it would (and did) compromise their professional dynamic, but hey, batdick. and at least barbara recognized that she was behaving emotionally rather than logically when it came to bruce and paris and took the high road out. that would be a serviceable standalone episode to write her on a bus in a serialization but THIS IS A MOVIE. so for a waste of an already short runtime it's like having an appetizer before your meal but instead of something like a crab cake before stuffed flounder, you get greasy onion petals that are more fried batter than onion before getting a well done cheeseburger that's just a glorified hockey puck on a sponge with a kraft single on top. the animation and vocal delivery were excellent of course, not gonna disparage that aspect, so it was well made, but the writing was just not very good. a polished turd. quantic dream must have developed it then because it feels like I watched a david cage production.

so in a 78 minute movie, five of which were the credits, we had a half hour Disney/Pixar short except those bring joy and this brought boring. also there were a lot of shots of her ass tits and underwear that were obnoxiously male-gazey and there was a token gay for the sole purpose of dangling a carrot on a stick for the queers. look kids, warner brothers and dc comics cares about the lgbts! give us money! a waste of time before the real reason why anyone came to see the movie that literally only exists to pad out the runtime to make it a feature length (even though paying a full ticket would've been a total ripoff because, again, IT WAS ONLY 78. even 9 was 81 minutes long and that had an amazing storyline so I forgave it, but 78 minutes? ugh.

also, GOTHAM RAGE??? CRINGE. SO CRINGE.

alright now for the joker segment.

*ahem*

what the fuck? that sucked! *throws tomato*

mark hamill and the joker's lines and the art and the cinematography and the choreography was all good and the plot was cohesive. I get it.

but holy shit was the writing weak as fuck.

okay so some rando breaks the J-ster out of Arkham (already unlikely but ugh whatever), he didn't turn a trick or recruit or anything, he just went to purchase a carnival. or, steal one. but wait, he DID recruit, but he went to get all of the stereotypical Circus Freak™ stereotypes. little people, fat lady, bearded lady, wolf man, strongman, diaper man (wait, what?), and the two headed woman. I guess if you don't really think about why all of them were super readily available in the outskirts between arkham and gotham [i just realized they both end with -am] then it makes enough sense. and then literally right after that HE RECRUITS SOME GUYS TO HELP HIM KIDNAP GORDON. and then strips and photographs barbara. um. ew. you can tell the writer and director were men. Alan Moore is constantly molesting women in his comics and this one trick pony should be put down already. but whatever. the plot is weak and it only gets saved by the flashback sequences.

oh.

oh no.

they're not that great.

he's a failed unfunny comedian who just wants some money to move his wife to a better house so he turns to thievery with the mob. OR YOU COULD JUST STOP GOING TO THE BAR AND BLOWING IT ALL ON BOOZE. I mean the cops knew where to find him after all so clearly he's a repeat customer (or moore is a bad plot writer who relies on convenience and shut the fuck up and don't critically analyze it). alright so he gets wrapped up in the mob to perform a heist on a playing card factory. GET IT, BECAUSE HE'S THE JOKER??? and he uses the moniker of the red hood to retain his anonymity. I expected the mobsters to be working for francisco but no the paris storyline was only cooked up screenplay for passing the runtime so why would they do something clever and interesting and make the film cohesive? that'd be really stupid to make the movie feel more like one movie and not two short films. at least when grindhouse & planet terror did it they advertised themselves as an anthology film. whatever. he falls in the vat of acid which melts the red hood to his face and I gotta say that's actually a pretty good idea to get his face white and his hair green and his lips red. I like that part. oh wait I forgot about the most important part! his wife gets shoved in the refrigerator. OH WOW THAT'S JUST SO COMPELLING AND ORIGINAL, TOTALLY NOT SOMETHING THAT ALREADY HAPPENED TO GREEN LANTERN. TWICE. although she wasn't literally shoved into a literal refrigerator like alex was. rip in frozen pieces you absolute legend of a trope namer. alright, so... so the joker is sad because his wife died. you know, the wife we saw for two minutes and knew the moment we saw her drenched in sepia she was gonna die. and she died offscreen. kyle's gf died and he was fine. gordon's wife died and he was fine. batman's parents both died and he was fine. oh boo hoo someone I love died! fuck off. I am so goddamn sick of people trying to justify their evil with "I was sad once". it's a stupid trope and it's not compelling. the only valid version is doctor doofenshmirtz' evil(er) version in the PF movie because it's hilarious that it's because of a toy train because that's the emotional depth that fridgewomen is treated with in all of these storylines. but at least batman said so. oh yeah, I almost totally forgot, batman's in this movie.

batman punches people and nonlethally takes them out. by suffocating them and letting them get stabbed and throwing them into pits of spikes and HEY WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND! okay let's just ignore that bit and hope that the little people squeezed between the gaps in the spikes and the strongman could breathe in the face mask and the two headed women had KO gas and the fat lady was fat enough that the knives only stabbed her cellulite. it wouldn't be the biggest reach one would have to make in watching this fucking disaster of a plot mess.

now I did like that it was actually batman, and by that I mean he gave a shit about the insane because he recognizes that mental illness is not a cause of dangerous or criminal behavior, just a potential exacerbating factor if it wasn't treated. yeah he brutalized mobsters and crime lords but they were mostly in self defense while gathering intel. he politely asked sal maroni and the sex workers for information and they gave it to him without violence- he manhandled maroni but only after he reached into his pocket for a cigar which could've been a gun. also batman says sex work should be decriminalized if only by not ratting them out to the cops. he was a genuinely good person in the second half of the movie. too bad it was ruined by the shitty first half that made him a borderline groomer.

joker's song was... bad. mark hamill performed his ass off but the song wasn't that good. it just tried to be willy wonka if he was a voyeuristic monster. oh yeah have the only girl character be paralyzed stripped and photographed only to give her father ManPain™. again... the fuck? joker and batman were both gross but, again. male writers. if it was a one-off I could drop a thermian argument because, alright one and done makes sense, especially 1988 standards. but it saturated and soured the entire goddamn movie because of abhorrent pacing decisions. so you're goddamn right I'm gonna bring it up twice! joker was a creep, his plan was dumb, nolan and burton and lord/miller and even ayer had better motivations. YES I AM SAYING THAT JARED LETO'S JOKER HAD BETTER WRITING THAN MARK HAMILL'S JOKER. not nearly to the level of ledger nicholson or galifanakis but hamill didn't have a lot to work with here and I maintain that his performance was amazing; honestly I like his the best out of all of them but just... not here. but I think I can cut some slack to firelord ozai and luke skywalker even if he just phoned it in here which he didn't. writing was just weak. and that's all there is to it. don't anon me and threaten to remove my bones ok?

alright so batman and joker fought and joker got the upper hand and was gonna kill him but it was a prop gun. haha. they had a heart to heart and batman tells joker that he wants to help him get better, even after joker killed robin and molested barbara and traumatized gordon and did countless other travesties, he still said he would help. but joker said no, and told a joke that was good enough to make batman laugh. and then the credits rolled.

...

what a completely pointless and empty ending. oh it's deep and meaningful and poignant? ok sure, I guess, movie, but you didn't earn that. shyamalan did the same thing a dozen times. that doesn't make him any less of a shit writer.

I can understand the concept of batman laughing at joker's joke, humanizing him.

I get it. I see what they tried to do. I respect it.

but this movie was massively overhyped and overrated and I expected it to be so much better than it was. but overall to me it was just another batman cartoon to throw on top of the pile. maybe it was influential to graphic novels. maybe it shaped batman into what he is today. it published right as tim burton's movie and I can respect its place in the pantheon of comic history. but sometimes things that are classic...

aren't that great.

citizen kane, casablanca, the maltese falcon, the treasure of the sierra madre, gone with the wind, singing in the rain, all of them are classic and legendary pieces of art. but they're just not that good, interesting, appealing, watchable, or FUN. they were good at the time- I mean come on we all know them today- but on going back you'd have to really appreciate the finer details to still love the movies today. and this belongs there, in the vault, to be appreciated from afar. influential if dated.

but god am I still disappointed nonetheless.

TL;DR

it was just okay. had some good ideas, had some really bad ideas, had some ugly stuff. overall mediocre. first half 5/10, second half 7/10, overall 6/10.

[an-exotic-writer]

jungkook; my online sweetheart

❝ who would’ve known that jungkook would fall in love with someone online? and what more when he falls harder when he meets them in person? ►5816 words // scenario, onlinefriends!au, prompt-based ♡ it feels weird writing a scenario after so long but it feels nice being able to write scenarios again! i hope you guys like it! ;w;

Jungkook was a firm believer that one day, everything on the internet could save the world. Then he comes across someone who’s telling him he either has a point or he has his head shoved up in his ass to think such a thing. The conversation sparks off from there, an anonymous chatroom server made for people to ramble on their thoughts and Jungkook finds himself immersed to… ‘therealunknown’. Strange, weird… just the way I like it, Jungkook smirks.

His fingers move to reply whoever who said that to him, that ‘you’re either smart enough to say that or you’re smart enough to think you’re smart enough to say that’. 

Jungkook, or, Jeon97, hits send.

jeon97 [9.31PM]: what? you don’t think the world could be solved with the things on the internet?

therealunknown is typing…

Jungkook waits by the edge of his seat, folded arms in front of the screen as he waits for the three dots hopping turns to stop and dings to a reply for him.

therealunknown [9.32PM]: i mean, there’s just certain things you can’t get on the internet like you do in real life.

Without missing a beat, Jungkook jumps on the bandwagon of curiosity, and partial debate.

jeon97 [9.34PM]: like what??

Jungkook laughs the same time a new text line appears and he’s never sent a friend request so fast in his life.

therealunknown [9.35PM]: pardon my language but pizza and mother fucking fried chicken, my dude.

//

Minutes of waiting by his phone spans out to the hours he’d laugh the more he gets to know of… therealunknown. And when days pass by with familiarity greeting his screen, it soon morphs into a name he can paint the person who somehow connects with him beyond the digital spectrum. How his heart is more than willing to open up to someone thousands of miles away than people he sees every day. Or how his mind is able to tell him that this person who’s replying him as of now, isn’t possibly a serial killer.

When those gathered days turns into months of brutal and honest banter back and forth on how he still is wrong on the first statement he’s said on the first day or how he tells what the unknown claims to be that pizza and chicken isn’t a valid meal unless you want to die early, Jungkook introduces himself as Jungkook and therealunknown… has a name and that is - “Y/N, what’s taking you so long? Stop fixing your bra and just get your damned tea,” Jungkook’s more than just impatient, even tapping his microphone because he knows that makes it echo on the other end that accompanies with your why I oughta!

Crinkled eyes of happiness with a gummy grin is displayed on your screen, past your irritated expression with the rolling of your eyes. Jungkook remains smiling, resting his chin on his arms crossed in front of his screen as he watches you settle down to get comfortable. When you have your cup of tea in possession, warmth pressed to your palms, Jungkook drinks in your smile as you look at his camera window, where his smile illuminates your room.

“How was your day?”

Much more better now, Jungkook chuckles, watching as the crescents in your eyes accompanies the full moon blooming in his heart but chooses to answer with: “Eh, could’ve been worse.”

//

Months gathers in the hands of someone who just wants to be in the present moment with you and Jungkook feels the exact same. Sure, being connected spiritually is ounces better than just a person who’s just existing with you. But there’s just things that you can’t solve with the internet and this is your point why since day one, Jeon Jungkook. 

Said person sighs when he sees you frowning, continuously tapping on your webcam so it makes a thudding sound into his ears.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

On any other day, you’d joke about it and poke fun at your own feelings. Today, you’re laying them out flat for Jungkook to feel and he doesn’t know if he’s grateful to know you’re feeling that way or if he feels attacked at how raw and personal your confession is to his own beating like a reminder he’s so far away from you.

“You not being here,”

Jungkook frowns when he sees it on your face and he’s threatened to beat up many, many people who happens to be the cause of it but he would’ve never imagined he would be one of them. He argues in his mind if he should make a joke about banging his face against the wall or doing a somersault in a pool of jello but decides to stay quiet when the both of you let your feelings consume the best of you.

It sucked being able to connect with someone so well despite the distance barrier and it was a bittersweet feeling that clung to your gut with one day, just… not today. But Jungkook wouldn’t have found you intriguing if you let it end on such note. He sits up when he sees a spark of idea flashes in your eyes, displayed in the eagerness of how you put your tea away to straighten your back and stare at him.

“Hey Jeon,”

“Hm?”

“Your break is coming soon, right?”

He laughs first, “Yeah? I mean, a reminder that my finals is literally tomorrow Y/N and I’m here talking to you so what the fuck?”

You roll your eyes, waving a hand to dismiss the fact that he might fail but that usually never happens.

“Shut up and let me get to my point,”

“You’ll literally get everything if I actually shut up,”

You’re grabbing onto your laptop and giving it a shake and it’s scary that Jungkook feels his heart doing the same. He bites down his smile, eyes unable to hide the fact he’s trying not to smile, “Jeon shut the fuck up and let me speak,” 

He snorts, but relents as he lets you say your piece.

Throughout your whole rambling that garners into a solid fool-proof plan of him being able to finally see you, Jungkook gets lost in your enthusiasm and the energy that he feeds off on. His mind goes blank when you ask him what do you think? Gulping, he shifts a little and tries to save his ass but he can’t when you call him out on spacing out and not listening to what you’ve been talking on about. Yet, you don’t get mad.

You show the opposite that strums with his heartstrings he wishes to play them loud and clear for you to hear. He clears his throat and shakes his head when you ask if something’s bothering him. He can’t help but laugh when you roll the sleeves of your hoodie, asking whoever who made him feel this way to square up hoe, I’m more than capable to turn your ass into a McWhopper. When it all dies away with the agreement to make that plan into a reality, half of Jungkook is ecstatic.

The other half, not quite.

But Jungkook still smiles and agrees.

//

“So, you finally meeting your online sweetheart?” Taehyung comes on one end, Jimin coming around the other, ruffling the younger’s hair, “Yeah, shouldn’t you be excited?”

“Piss off…” Jungkook mutters under his breath, holding his phone close to his chest. The two refuse to give up, peering over the younger’s shoulder and proceeds to laugh quietly, letting him have his moment to reply. When he clearly looks more confused than he usually does on a daily basis, ranking up more to when he comes across a maths equation, they decide to step in again.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Jimin gently pokes Jungkook’s calf with his foot and Taehyung swipes his fingertips on Jungkook’s thigh to mimic the same effect.

Jungkook slides down the sofa until his body meets the floor and his head is the only thing resting on the seat of the sofa, his eyes still glued to the screen as he heaves a deep sigh.

“I don’t know what to do,”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange glances before coming to the centre, staring at Jungkook’s phone. It displays his flight time and destination, which is the same country they’ve heard where you’ll be (plus, they’ve met you a couple of times when they crash Jungkook’s place and he refuses to give up his skype sessions with you just because they come over, thus, it leads to Jungkook fighting to the death to get your attention). Then a ding signals a message from you that make Jimin and Taehyung repel away to make it seem like they haven’t been buzzing around like busybodies.

Jungkook knows better of them than he knows himself, groaning and threatening to throw his phone across the room.

“Hyung…!”

Taehyung pokes Jimin’s arm.

“You’re the oldest,”

Jimin scoffs.

“Your name consists of half of what he just said,”

“You suck so much on a different level,”

“You suck period,”

“Hyung,” Jungkook is now facing the both of them, hunching over the sofa with his arms stretched out until it meets the back of the cushions. The two older ones take a glance at Jungkook’s phone, which now shows what he’s been going on about in a mental battle on his own.

Y/N: i can’t wait to see you ajskdhkdfhsodijsdfksdf

Y/N: i can finally put you in a headlock and make you buy me food 😗

Jimin thumps the back of Taehyung’s head.

“Say something,”

Taehyung smacks Jimin’s arm, “You say something!”

“What do I say?” Jungkook whines, burying his face in the sofa. When the two of them decide to drop their facade to help this helpless… pup, Jimin’s the first one taking the step towards actually trying.

“Well… what’s the problem?”

“The problem is,” Jungkook lifts his head up, chin digging into the cushion as he hopelessly reads your text over and over again to admit that - “I like her,”

“Well I can only imagine what it would be like if you didn’t and you still bought a plane ticket to see her,”

Jimin and Jungkook on cue, synchronize to look at Taehyung, who now wants to throw himself out the nearest window.

“Sorry, too soon?”

Jungkook ignores him, only looking at Jimin.

“Well, shouldn’t you be happy, then? You’re finally meeting someone you’ve been liking for so long,”

“That’s the problem,” Jungkook huffs, letting go of his phone, “I don’t think I should be…”

Taehyung tries to redeem himself, pushing forward to question: “Why shouldn’t you?”

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes, trying to explain his reasoning but felt like he can’t lift the weight of his shoulders now. When his phone vibrates to a call from you, he refuses to answer… any of them as he grabs his phone and heads to his room to talk to you privately.

Jimin’s about to get up and talk some sense into the kid, only for the other kid to grab onto Jimin, tug him down to make use of Jungkook’s game console.

“Not our business,” Taehyung then passes Jimin a controller, “Stay out of it.”

//

have you ever thought what if we meet and we actually hate each other?

Jungkook hesitates on pressing send, but in the midst of thinking on whether he should, his thumb refuses to listen to what he has to say before he realizes it - “Shit,”

He can now only wait for a reply, cuddled up in his blanket as he leans to his side. His phone screen is the only source of light in the dark of his room. His breathing pattern stutters when he sees Y/N is typing…

Clearing his throat, he expects the worst, like well then, maybe we weren’t meant to be friends or that sucks, lol. But what appears are the words that make his heart flutter.

Y/N: at least you’re good looking 😛

Somehow you always reel him back to what he intends to say, his finger tapping on the emoji button to reply you with: ‘🙄’.

Y/N: HAHAHA i’m kidding jeez

Y/N: i doubt it, really

Y/N: i mean you saw me crying because i dropped my hotdog when i facetimed you walking to class and it was hilarious to see you trying to keep a straight face talking about your deepest fears so

Y/N: at this point we’re married without each other knowing

Y/N: and it other words i mean we’ll be fine

Y/N: did i help or did i fuck it up even more lol

While Jungkook feels part of the weight being lifted off, it seems to have sunk down even more. It was a weird feeling to describe, but he just… can’t. Instead he shuts it out and decides to sleep on it, only after replying you to make sure you’re not on the other side worrying.

it helped a lot Y/N. goodnight. sweet dreams. 😌

Remember when Jungkook had half of him being happy now that he’s able to see you and the other half remained unknown? Well… linking back to what the unknown on the first day, that’s exactly what it is. The unknown was you and when it became known, Jungkook wishes he didn’t know that he was capable to develop feelings for someone he didn’t know he should be. When all he sees are hearts being sent as a reply, he sets his phone off to his nightstand. It eases him to sleep… but also keeps him awake.

//

D-Day arrives when Jungkook steps out of the airplane and he’s walking out of the terminal with him hoping he left his heart behind because he doesn’t have time for this shit. This shit being how it beats way too fucking fast for his liking when he knows for a fact that the whole world could hear it thrashing from left to right, out of his chest and he wants to grab it and swallow it down. Nervousness tips his fingers as he taps them against his thigh, his other gripping onto his bag as he waits by the side.

Then his phone vibrates and he pulls it out to let his smile fade.

Y/N: my dude

Y/N: i think

Y/N: i see you

If ever Jungkook dies from a horror movie, these exact three texts would be the reason why. His breath gets stuck in his throat, unwilling to push down into his lungs to breathe when his lungs have that sole purpose to be in his body. He tightens his grip onto his suitcase, managing to type with one hand.

i swear to god, y/n. i’m going to kick your ass when i see you

where the hell are you??

He doesn’t know if his mind is cruel enough to let him picture your smile or if it’s trying to calm him down by ringing your laugh in his head. He unintentionally smiles at that one time you tripped over the cable cord and flat out fell to the ground, only to laugh your butt off and Jungkook remembers how hard it was to stop laughing that night. But reality comes smacking Jungkook in the face when he realizes it’s… not in his figment of memory.

It confirms with two taps on his shoulder and Jungkook is finally afraid of one thing more besides the fact that the existence of fried chicken could come to an end. He robotically turns around and gapes at the presence of someone that fills up his lonely nights and the screen of his computer and phone, to a real life human being standing before him.

And they’re fucking beautiful.

Way more beautiful than Jungkook had imagined past sleepless nights and insomnia sweeping him in the arms of the moonlight of possibilities of what if’s. Jungkook swallows and shoves his phone away before he drops it, blinking a couple of times to make sure this isn’t a dream. But his body confirms it with the hours of flight draining his body, with the surge of newfound energy in the irises of your eyes.

“Hi, Jungkook,”

He doesn’t know if it’s because it’s so surreal that you’re standing here before him that he has to reach out and poke your forehead. The weird thing about is that you actually allow it and laugh at the look of disbelief on his face. As if he expects you to disperse with the wind at a single touch. When Jungkook let’s this moment sink into his bones, he unknowingly mumbles well fuck me dude when you don’t. He leans back with a deep exhale, still surprised you’re actually here.

You’re making it far worse with laughing, his heart threatening to fly out of his ribcage at the allowance to hearing your voice when he fell asleep to it merely nights before.

“Is this usually how you greet someone or is it just me?”

Jungkook is amazed at how he’s able to answer despite his tongue turning numb.

“J-Just you,” With a nervous chuckle, of course.

“Well I’m very flattered, then,” Your put your hand out with a smile tipping up Jungkook’s very own, “I’m Y/N,”

For a split moment, Jungkook thinks he actually forgot what his name was. Unable to reply fast enough to make it look like he didn’t forget, he intends to say his name but messes up with, “I-I’m know,”

Your hand slips into his for a firm shake, and you not only make Jungkook’s heart fly to the heaven’s but drop back to earth with: “Nice to meet you, Know. Do you know where Jungkook is?”

“I swear to god, and I swear it true, I can finally kick your ass in person,”

Snickering, you let go of his hand and spread your arms out. He looks confused, but understands what you mean when you point to yourself like it’s a silent note of hug me you idiot. Jungkook gulps and feels his whole body freezing when all he wants to do is enter your embrace. Guilt hangs on his shoulders when he knows he won’t hug you with the same mentality you do for him but it ebbs away when your face morphs into one he’s seen when you get pouty.

“C’mon, I can’t possibly steal all your organs with a hug,”

He manages to laugh, shaking his head with folded arms, “What makes you think I can’t?”

“Oh? So you waited two years before you can finally steal my organs? Your buyer must be cursing you in hell, dude,”

Jungkook shakes his head at the reminder of why he’s friends with you in the first place. Being on the same wavelength with the humor that matches to not label the two of you as scums of the earth for such darkness to joke on, Jungkook unfolds his arms when you wiggle your fingers, grinning at him.

“It’s just one hug, Mr. Know. What’s it gonna hurt?”

He’s about to joke on something, but he’s certain it’s not the right time or place for it. Instead, he steps forward and closes the distance to put his arms around you. He can feel your smile breathing out onto his skin when your face presses to his chest. He rests his chin on top of your head, past nights of imagining doing it and he squeezes you tight.

“It’s Mr. Jeon, stupid,”

“I know, Mr. Know,”

You can hear him smiling, even if he wants to sound offended.

“I’m going to kick your ass now,”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

//

The other ways come to when Jungkook’s able to be a part of your daily life. Of course, only after he confirms to Taehyung and Jimin that I’m alive, don’t worry and he doesn’t bother replying them of the details apart from the fact that if he doesn’t reply by the end of the day, send help. But that doesn’t reach to that point when Jungkook trusts that he’s in safe hands when he admits that he’s doing what you’re doing too. 

So, as it turns out, the both of you click off much more better than he had imagined. Picturing the scenario of an awkward silence where none of you are able to talk, it turns out the two of you can’t stop. To being told to keep it down when you’re far too noisy in the coffeeshop he’s seen as a backdrop to your calls on most of your Wednesdays, to sitting at a park bench to talk to your hearts content and making fun of each other for possibly making the baby from a distance cry.

It progresses further to walking down the sidewalk and living in the moment together. Eating from the same hotdog stand he saw you dropping yours in front of in camera and he still remembers how you almost cried. To you sharing one of the places you find solace that Jungkook appreciates you allowing him to be in with you. On top of the rooftop where the two of you sit and appreciate the night view, Jungkook can’t believe this is truly happening… and that it could disappear as soon as he blinks his eyes.

So he turns and faces you, watching your side profile as you then lean towards the side and rest your head against his shoulder. His heart elevates with the weight that he still carries around and guilt, pounding his chest as he watches you get comfortable with him. Pushing his feelings aside once more, Jungkook closes his eyes and moves his head to rest on yours, just indulging in the present and muting out the voices in his head at the sounds of your breathing.

It went further to the point where he takes a visit to the club that you still manage to send photos when you’re down on a Friday night. Then to eating breakfast at a diner he’s seen many Snaptchat stories of, including that one time you spilt your chocolate milkshake and you deem yourself to be the unluckiest person in the world and he promises you he’ll buy you one. There, now, here, he manages to keep that promise. It became a collection of memories, bitesized pieces to the whole firsts together locked in your camera rolls. Jungkook hasn’t left anywhere without his camera, refusing to let go of it to document everything and anything.

Everything moves by like a slow motion film, filtered like in the 80′s because he feels like that’s when true love seems to blossom into his life on the movie screen and he remembers feeling his heart flutter the same as when he first digested the meaning of love.

He’s unable to let it process that all of this could possibly come to an end when he leaves and he’ll have to accept the fact that all this while, he hasn’t been truthful with you. It bites the back of his mind even when he’s sleeping in your sofa at night. He went so far to let himself be vulnerable around you, down to the core to admit the things that keeps him up at night except for one, the one he’s talking to.

Which is why one day before his flight departs back to where he came from, he sits quietly in one of your beanbags. Sinking in, he watches as you get ready to leave for a quick meet up with a friend who desperately needs you to return something and he - by all means - understands. He bids you goodbye and promises he’ll be here without making much of a mess when you return… only to keep half of the promise.

Well, he did create a small tornado recreation in your living room but he cleaned everything up.

Leaving a letter and a purchased ticket back home a day earlier.

//

“Jeon! I’m back! We can finally go watch that Star Wars movie you’ve been mumbling in your sleep about!”

You close the door behind you, weirded out when everything is spotless.

“Jeon?” You’re entering your own home, yet, it doesn’t feel like it’s yours anymore. Something about it is different. For one, it’s all spotless. Except the note that is left on your sofa. Picking it up, you glance around to note that Jungkook’s bags are gone and it’s hard to put the pieces of where he could’ve gone.

Doing what any reasonable person would, you unfold the letter to read it.

‘Y/N… I’m a dick. I’ll say that first before you do so that when you get mad, at least you know that I thought of myself the same. I’m leaving a day early, I bought my ticket already. Here’s the money for what you paid on my ticket back tomorrow.

Now you’re wondering why I’m doing this but… I’ve been feeling guilty all this while. And I can’t bring myself to tell you about it and I didn’t want you to worry if you actually knew so please, don’t worry about it. I’ll let you know when I reach back home. Thank you for giving me such a great time and being so welcoming throughout these few days. Plus, I can’t bear to see you cry. You look ugly when you cry. So don’t.

Love you.

Jeon.’

The next, you’re out of the door with the letter in your hands, money forgotten on the floor when that’s the last thing on your mind.

//

Jungkook inhales and exhales as he stares at the trees in front of him sway like there’s nothing in the world to bother them. Apart from the exhaust fumes slowly killing them because honestly, same. Jungkook goes through his camera pictures and hates how that every single one of them makes him smile, because they all have you in them. Even when you’re not physically in them, it all reminds him of you and it makes his heart race like they ran across the whole globe just to experience this. His fingers linger the delete button, that haunts him to erase everything like his feelings but fails to do so when his phone rings.

He switches his camera off and sets it to the side, pulling out his phone where his eyes widen at the caller ID.

Right, he’s still in the vicinity of being able to be contacted. Your name flashes on the screen and his thumb hovers over declining the call. Before he can do so, or make the choice, the voice that echoes far from his mind snaps him to look over his shoulder.

“You better not have declined my call or I’m going to kick your ass, Jeon,”

Jungkook faces forward and blinks hard, wishing that this is just a part of his mind playing cruel jokes on himself but when he feels a smack at the back of his head, he stands and turns around, coming face to face with something much more cruel than his imagination. Here you stand in front of him, with a piece of paper he poured his emotions out onto in his own handwriting and Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek.

“What the hell is this? Why are you leaving a day early? What are you so afraid of telling me that it could be worse than that time you kicked a kid into a swimming pool?”

Jungkook snorts.

“You’re not supposed to laugh! This is serious!”

You walk around the bench to get to where he is and you grab him by the collar to make him face you. It might look amusing to the people who has no context whatsoever to the situation but you’re fuming. You lift up the note and wave it in front of his face, before he locks eyes with you, hands fiddling by his sides.

“Answer me. What’s going on? Or what did I do that made you do what you did? Was it something I said or-”

“It’s none of that,” Jungkook carefully answers, gently reaching out to peel the note from your hands and you watch him… uncertain. It’s bugging you that he still doesn’t choose to answer but at the very least, he seems like he’s about to open up to answer you. Quietly, you wait for an answer and it appears to be coming. Slowly. Like the ripples from the water slowly revealing to be the waves crashing to shore.

He rereads the note he’s written to you, as if it didn’t take up all the ounce of courage he has to write it into words for you to understand yet… not, at the same time. He folds the letter and uses it as a tool to get rid of his nervousness, but it’s not working when the tapping of your feet seems to taunt the metronome in his heart moving too fast for it to be in the right pace. He pushes down the anxiety bubbling up, deciding to just get it done and over with.

After all, if it all goes wrong, he’s alone here in the park with you and he’ll be leaving later in the evening.

Let’s just… get it done.

Jungkook forces his lungs to take in some air, brewing the words hanging at the tip of his tongue to exhale out the syllables that rock against your chest.

“I like you, Y/N,” Jungkook hangs his head low, as if he’s ashamed to admit that, “Very much.” He can tell you’re confused, based on how you let out a sound that tells him so. So he tells you why. “Because it feels wrong. I feel like I haven’t been truthful with you about this when I should have and I wasn’t sure how you would feel about this so I didn’t tell you about it,”

Jungkook feels his heart crumbling when his body betrays him, the tears pooling in his eyes like the emotions he’s pouring out to his feet. He sniffs, trying to suck them back in because bitch, not now, don’t you fucking dare I’m almost done. He lets out a shaky breath and crushes the note, trying to destroy something to boost his strength.

“And I felt so guilty because we tell each other everything and yet I couldn’t tell you this. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to feel the same so I thought…” Jungkook finally has the balls to look at you past the blurriness of his sight. Hotness streams down his cheeks when he blinks his feelings away, trying to think of a joke to fill in the void between the pair of you but before he can do so, all air is lunged out of his chest when… when…

Jungkook grows wide eyed when he sees you so up close, lips buzzing with his feelings combusting into his wishes coming to life. It happens again when your hands cup his cheeks, pulling him down to meet with your lips halfway and Jungkook’s hands are trembling as they meet with your waist. You encourage him to do it, one of your hands slipping from his face to overlap with one of his by your side and he grips onto you tight. His arms slide over, banding your waist as if you’re going to disappear like his hopes and he kisses you hard. He kisses you with the nights that keeps him awake when your smile replaces the moon in the sky. He kisses you like you’re the only thing that matters to him and he kisses you, you and only you.

And only you push him back but not too much so you can glare at him.

“I’m mad at you, by the way,”

Jungkook’s mouth hangs open.

“W-What?”

“I’ll admit, it’s scary to be in your position but what about me? You were going to leave just like that?”

Jungkook tightens his hold on you, frowning with the creases lining his forehead.

“I was scared! What if you didn’t feel the same or-”

“I do! Why else did you think I even allowed you to sleep on my sofa? I’ll have you know, that’s my favorite sofa,”

He laughs, a bit too hard for your liking that it makes you snap. Because it makes you smile.

“That’s your only sofa, Y/N,”

“Same thing!”

The two of you are still on the shallow ends of revealing to one another your true feelings. So to make up for Jungkook’s courage, you return it with your arms around his neck and a peck to his lips, for your own to whisper on them after: “I like you, Jungkook,”

Jungkook’s smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt. But what hurts even more is that you’re so pretty it’s actually painful. He rests his forehead against yours and his grip is iron-like, unwilling to let go as he sways the pair of you from left to right like two infatuated hearts linking together closer than before across thousands of miles apart.

Now too close to even break away.

“You’re a beautiful person, Y/N.”

Jungkook seals it with a kiss the same time you understand what he means. In the moment, all you can feel his feelings being portrayed against your lips but at the back of your mind, the meaning of his words make your heart swell. 

“Instead of saying I like you to someone I like, I’ll tell them they’re beautiful,”

You find it amusing, but it is interesting. Because you out of all people would’ve thought he would resort to just saying: “Hey, I like your face. Let’s date,” but it seems to be the opposite here. More refined than you had imagined. Leaning forward, closer to your computer, you question: “Why?”

“Because, I don’t want to tell them that I like them as it is. I want them to know that I think that they’re beautiful person inside out. That I like them beyond the surface. It’s like, I like you but… I like the fact that you’re a beautiful person on your own and I like you,”

“That sounds like bullshit. Romantic bullshit,”

“Eh, someday, someone’s going to love this romantic bullshit.”

Who would’ve known that it would’ve been you?

((”jeon,” you’re trying to talk to him, but he whines and complains that he’s not done kissing you yet and you tell him he can kiss you all he wants only after you make one thing clear. he stops and huffs, loosening his arms around you ever so slightly and he sits up a little on the sofa and raises his brow.

“what is it?”

“i’m cancelling your flight,”

jungkook didn’t know he can smile harder than this.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way.”))

[heckstetter]

The Bowers Gang reacts to their S/O calling them Daddy for the firt time

Anonymous said to heckstetter:

Can I request the gang's reaction to their s/o calling them daddy for the first time?

            YESSSSSSSSSSS, ohhh my god I hate that I have a Daddy kink but one of my exes made it so good for me qvq I’m sorry it took all day! I was gonna sit down and start writing it as soon as the request came in but my sister asked if I would help with grocery shopping today and that took so much longer than expected and then I tried to finish it but fell the fuck asleep.

            Also! I wrote this in a more headcanon style rather than the drabble style of my last post, if you were the one who requested it and wanted it in more of a story style, let me know and I’ll rewrite it! Heck, even if you weren’t the one to request this and still want it in more of a drabble style let me know!!! I may or may not have already started writing it out lmao

Everything is under the read more because it gets very NSFW!

 Henry:

Ø  You’ve been playing around with the idea of having a sort of “kink discussion” with your boyfriend for a while now.

 Ø  You didn’t want to have a Daddy kink, but oh lord did it turn you the fuck on. It’s fine, you’ve accepted who you are and what you like.

 Ø  And your boyfriend, Henry, also turned you the fuck on.

 Ø  He was rough in all of the right ways. He knew how to push you to your limits, he fucked you ‘til you turned black and blue; leaving his mark on you in the form of bruises, cuts, and love bites.

 Ø  He was hot shit and you were living for it.

 Ø  And one of the best things about dating Henry, was that in the quiet of the night after the brutal fucking and punishments, he’d hold you tight to him and whisper sweet, loving nothings in your ear.

 Ø  Words he’d never, ever say in front of his group of friends, mind you, but that didn’t take away the significance of those soft moments between the two of you and how safe he made you feel.

 Ø  Henry made you feel small, protected, loved, and wanted.

 Ø  So basically, Henry was Daddy AF and you kind of, sort of, really wanted to tell him!

 Ø  Well, maybe not tell him up front. In all honesty, you wanted to be under him, whimpering out “Daddy, please!” and “Daddy, you make me feel so good” as he fucks his thick cock into you over and over again.

 Ø  You had one problem, however. His reaction.

 Ø  If there was anyone in your group of peers with #daddyissues, it was Henry Bowers. You knew of his dad, Henry doing everything in his power to prevent you from formally meeting him, but you knew exactly what his father was capable of and the quality of life Henry had at home.

 Ø  You were pretty sure that Henry would never be interested in you calling him daddy, due to bad associations with the word. But you were resolved to bring it up to him!

 Ø  These kinds of conversations were important in relationships! Communication of wants, interests, and expectations was a healthy thing to do!

 Ø  Yea… Except y’all never got that far. The second the words “Kind of a sex talk?” left your lips, Henry was all over you.

 Ø  He shoved you down onto your bed, pulling you close to him to kiss you roughly. You tried to move away from his hungry kisses, but damn.

 Ø  Your boy was addicting, and you gave up the second he started nipping and licking and sucking along your jawline.

 Ø  Next thing you knew, both of you were naked and fucking like you’d never see each other again. You were on your back, pretty much bent in half because Henry was holding the back of your thighs, your calves thrown over his shoulders, as he jackhammered into you.

 Ø  “Unh, fuck! Daddy, please!” You cried out, scratching your nails down his back. You didn’t even realize what you had said, at first until his response.

 Ø  He didn’t falter in his brutal pace, instead fucking you even harder, panting his pleasure in your ear

 Ø  “Fuck, baby girl, you like that?” He asked, and all you could do was nod and whimper as one of the hands holding your thigh moved down to where the two of you were joined, rubbing your clit hard as he continued to fuck you, “Mm, fuck yea, baby! Cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

 Ø  Who were you to disobey an order like that? It was by far, the absolute hardest you had ever orgasmed in your life.

 Ø  Even after that amazing experience, you still didn’t really talk to Henry about the kink or how to delve into it in a deeper manner, but you also never had sex without saying it anymore.

 Ø  Henry was insufferably smug about it for weeks until you had the guts to whisper “Daddy” in his ear while the two of you were hanging out with his gang in Belch’s Trans Am.

 Ø  Needless to say, he made Belch take the two of you home immediately.

   Patrick:

o   In order to maintain any real kind of relationship with a guy like Patrick Hockstetter, you had to be either a) pretty kinky or b) have the patience of a god damned saint to be willing to go through all of his kinks.

 o   You just so happened to be the former option, having known about your “unusual” sexual interests long before you had ever known the lanky teen who was now your boyfriend.

 o   You were also more than happy to play the role of his masochistic plaything, enjoying all the creative ways he could hurt you and mark you as his own.

 o   Throughout the course of your relationship, you’ve sustained plenty of injuries ranging from burns to lacerations, broken blood vessels and blackening bruises, sprained joints and even a fractured wrist on one evening.

 o   (The two of you were regulars at the local pharmacy, always buying heaps of medical supplies and a large box of condoms that never seemed to last you through the week. This unfortunately gave Greta ample evidence to fuel her cruel rumors around school, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. It was all consensual fun to the two of you, no matter how insane it sounded to everyone else.)

 o   All your kinks seemed to neatly align with his own… except for one.

 o   Patrick wasn’t interested in titles. He didn’t care for being called Master, and Sir felt too informal to both of you. He didn’t bring up any other suggestions after that and you were too chickenshit to mention the one thing you really wanted to call him.

 o   “Daddy…” You imagine yourself hissing out in a hazy mix of pleasure and pain as you’re laid out naked over his lap, his hand— No, his belt striking your ass and your lower back at a tempo you can’t quite keep track of but are too fucked out to care.

 o   Your fantasy never goes beyond that moment. Patrick is well known for his unpredictability and while you knew him well enough, you couldn’t conjure up what you’d think his real reaction would be.

 o   Despite not being able to think of an outcome, that was one of your favorite things to imagine. You loved being bent over his lap, the feeling of his erection poking into your belly as he switched between caressing you with his long, talented fingers and hitting you with pretty much any item in the room that he knew would fucking hurt.

 o   You liked to indulge yourself in this fantasy on the rare occasion you’d be spending the night by yourself. More often than not, Patrick would make his way through your window after everyone else in your household has gone to sleep and stay with you.

 o   He didn’t do it every night, though, and as the time he usually showed up by came and went, you couldn’t help but let your own hands wander down the front of your jeans, stroking yourself lightly as you thought of all the nasty things your boyfriend did to you.

 o   God, you were already so fucking wet. Even the thought of Patrick was enough to make you insane with want.

 o   “Ffffuck,” You whine, your head thrown back against your pillow and your eyes squeezed shut as you pushed your underwear to the side and really started to work yourself, “Uhh… Patrick— Daddy! Please!”

 o   “Getting started without me, baby girl? I think that’s grounds for a punishment.”

 o   You rip your hand out of your pants as your eyes fly open as you turn to face your boyfriend. He’s sitting in your windowsill, looking at you with a wild glint in his eyes as his tongue darts out to lick his lips in his usual predatory manner.

 o   “Were you feeling lonely, Y/N?” He asks, an edge of mockery to his voice, “Does Daddy not take care of you well enough that you had to bring matters into your own hands?”

 o   God damn it.

 o   God fucking damn it.

 o   He had heard you. He had fucking heard you fucking yourself on your fucking fingers while thinking about his stupid sexy fucking self and he had fucking heard you call him Daddy.

 o   With the way he was looking at you, you were pretty sure you were about to die. Or get fucked until you die.

 o   “I’m waiting.” He snaps at you, “Are you going to answer me? Does Daddy not treat you right? Does he not fuck you hard enough? Long enough? Does Daddy not let you cum on his dick?”

 o   You try to explain yourself to him, but it’s no use. He’s in one of his moods at this point, somewhere between horny as hell at the sight of seeing you touch yourself to the thought of him (it’s not the first time he’s watched, he’s seen you pleasure yourself time and time again with and without your knowledge) and pissed the fuck off that you thought you could keep one of your kinks from him.

 o   He ties you to your bed and fucks you mercilessly until you’re screaming for Daddy.

 o   The next day, he makes you promise to never keep any secrets from him. Even if it’s something you think is stupid or that he won’t like. Patrick insists he doesn’t care what it is, he’s your boyfriend and he has a right to knowing.

 o   A few days later, your sitting around Belch’s Trans Am with the gang and as usual the topic gets incredibly sexual. The two of you were the only ones getting anything on a consistent basis because you were seeing each other so more often than not these conversations were about your sex life.

 o   “I bet Y/N never cums when she fucks you.” Henry teases, albeit quite rudely.

 o   “Oh, bullshit,” Patrick laughs and grabs at his dick through his jeans, “Y/N cums on Daddy’s cock all night.”

 o   You punch him. You punch him right in the throat.

 o   Belch, Vic, and Henry are all somewhere between horrified and disgusted and Patrick can’t stop laughing.

 o   God damn it.

    Vic (I uh. I changed the request up on this one a bit.):

ü  So, you’re in your bedroom, just spending the afternoon lazing about with your boyfriend, Vic.

 ü  He’s laying down in your bed, starfished the fuck out so you have no choice but to be laying pretty much directly on top of him. (He does it on purpose. He thinks you don’t know.)

 ü  The two of you were sort of drifting in and out of sleep, making out a little bit every now and then, or having silly little conversations about nothing in particular.

 ü  Basically, y’all are just being a disgustingly adorable couple. (He’d never do this around his friends, but they know how cuddly he gets.)

 ü  You’re kissing at his jaw line, lightly dragging your teeth over old lovebites because it makes him shiver and inhale sharply. His hands are on your ass, gripping you tightly as you slowly sink your teeth into the most sensitive part of his neck to suck at and darken the bruise that was already there. (Since the two of you started dating, he has always had a hickey in that spot. In other spots too, but none as ever-present as that spot.)

 ü  You can feel his erection poking your stomach and you couldn’t help but giggle. You loved knowing what you could do to him, and all of the things he felt for you and because of you.

 ü  “Got a problem, baby?” You ask, your tone teasing yet still deep with want. Vic huffs and uses his grip on your ass to pull you up closer, grinding his erection into your own developing problem.

 ü  “You really gonna tease me like that, Y/N?” He asks, biting his lip seductively while continuing the slow roll of his hips, “You better start behaving before Daddy bends you over his knee, babygirl.”

 ü  What.

 ü  The two of you stop all of your motions immediately, processing what the fuck just came out of Victor’s mouth. You thought he had been blushing from all the attention before, but his skin went from soft pink to bright fucking red.

 ü  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” “…you have a daddy kink?” You both blurt out at the same time.

 ü  “No! Okay, maybe… yes. Yes, I do.” Vic admits, pointedly looking around the room instead of your face.

 ü  “It’s not a bad thing, Vic.” You say after a moment of silence, “Unexpected, but not bad. I’ll call you that if you’re really into it.”

 ü  To be honest, Vic didn’t seem like the Daddy type at all, but hey! You loved your boyfriend and everything about him and if he got his rocks off to you calling him Daddy then you’d call him that god damn it!

 ü  “Really?” He asks, finally daring to make eye contact with you, he shifts slightly so you can’t feel his erection twitch with renewed interest. (You felt it, though. He wasn’t great at hiding these things from you.)

 ü  “Yes, Daddy.” You purr, balancing on your knees for a second so you can undo his jeans and pull his hard cock out. You move your panties to the side, already so wet, and sink down on him inch by inch.

 ü  Both of you threw your heads back at the feeling of him being fully inside of you. He moved his hands from your ass to your hips, gripping you tight enough so that he could pick you up and drop you back down on his dick.

 ü  Oh.

 ü  “Daddy!” You cry out sharply as he does it again and again and again.

 ü  You’re in for a long night and come out of it just as into the whole Daddy thing as he is.

 ü  You both tease each other about it in front of your friends. They hate you :’^)

  Belch (also changed up the request a bit here):

§  You’re pretty sure that the most surprising thing about your relationship with Belch (at least to outsiders) was just how great the two of you were about communicating pretty much everything with each other.

 §  Neither of you were sparkling conversationalists, and people often referred to you as the quiet ones in your respective groups of friends but with each other?

 §  Everything just flowed so easily, you never were frightened to tell Belch about anything and he could spend hours holding you in the back seat of your car just talking the night away (among other things.)

 §  So, naturally, when you discovered a particular kink that you had the literal first thing that you did was consider if it meant enough to you to bring it up to your boyfriend and when the best time to talk to him about it would be.

 §  Healthy! Communication!

 §  Unfortunately, there was no easy way to really bring up wanting to call your boyfriend Daddy, but you couldn’t help but think about (and thoroughly enjoy) all the things about him that helped you develop this kink.

 §  He was physically bigger than you, and while his size tended to be a bit of a sensitive issue for him, you thought he was downright the fucking sexiest man alive. He could pick you up and manhandle you in any which way he wanted, whenever he wanted, and that does a lot for someone let me fuckin tell you.

 §  Not only that, but he was willing to do absolutely whatever to see you smile and make you feel like the most special person alive.

 §  His friends would often give him shit for times he went out of his way to make you happy, but he just shrugged and gave him his usual spiel of “A real man would do whatever t’ make his S/O happy” and “A good boyfriend always makes sure his S/O is his fuckin’ priority.”

 §  He took care of you in all the best ways and then held you down and fucked you ‘til you cried.

 §  Belch Huggins was Daddy as fuck, and you were gonna tell him so.

 §  The conversation happened during lunch, as most of your private conversations at school do. You snuck out of the cafeteria holding hands as you made your way over to Amy, his well-kept Trans Am.

 §  “What’d you wanna talk about, baby?” He asks as you two pile into the backseat. Y’all usually sat up front but you wanted him to be holding you during this conversation.

 §  “So, I know we’re not really a kinky couple…” You began, and Belch nodded understandingly. Compared to pretty much all of your friends (COUGHPATRICKCOUGHHENRYCOUGHVICTORCOUGH), the two of you were the most vanilla of the group. Not that you were completely vanilla or that y’all didn’t have good sex. “Well, what if I wanted to… um.”

 §  Belch holds you closer to him, one of his big hands resting on your lower back and the other lovingly cupping your face, “You can tell me, Y/N.”

 §  “Can I call you Daddy?” You ask, “Like… in bed, I mean!”

 §  He doesn’t respond at first, just staring in your eyes and smiling. The hand that was cupping your face slooowly moves down to the front of your jeans. He swiftly unbuttons them but waits until you nod to push his hand inside, letting his fingers gently tease you.

 §  “You wanna call me Daddy, babygirl?” Belch asks as he slips two fingers inside of you, “Yer gonna be naughty and drag me out to my car durin’ lunch and whisper about how much Daddy turns you on?”

 §  His fingers are moving faster inside you now and you’re already soaked and it’s making this incredibly lewd noise but you can’t bring yourself to do anything but move your hips against his hand and scratch at his back as he fingerfucks you.

 §  “Oh fuck, Daddy!” You whimper, “Daddy, please let me cum!”

 §  “I wasn’t sure if I was gonna let ya cum, babygirl.” Belch admits, but doesn’t slow down or stop, “But all Daddy wants right now is to watch you cum all over his fingers.”

 §  So you do, and then the Lunch bell rings. Belch makes his friends walk home because the only thing he wants to do as soon as school is out is drive you out to somewhere private and really get to explore this new kink of yours.