#it was the stupid little sneakers that did it tbh

[stemmmm]

gotta hand it to him, he is a cutie in that prison uniform

[leeluvspink]

DIE 4 ME —  | Studyholic! Reader x Underground rapper! Yoongi | 

NO MINORS ALLOWED. [NSFW 18+]

Synopsis: You’re invited to an underground party, and the invite is sent from an unknown number, you accept the invite, and spend the wildest night of your life with a notorious rapper who goes by the name of  Gloss.

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 | author's note — It's been a minute babes!! I took a long ass hiatus, and now I'm chillin' after finals fucked the shit out of me. I hope ya'll are taking care of yourselves xx (this was kind of a last-minute thing so pls ignore the shitty writing)

⋆.˚ | Mentions of body portions (curvy fem! reader), this is for everyone, I ain mentioning no skin color, hair texture, and none of that “she blushed like a tomato” ahh shit. (I’m an actual whore for yoongi guys)

✧˖° Word count: 3.3k

| Warnings: (sixty-9ing, fingering, blowjob, marijuana, brief mentions of cocaine.)

It's filthy, it's descriptive. For entertainment purposes only.

𓂃⋆.˚

The week after finals often came with an akward rockiness. Getting back to the usual lazy beat of not being shit deep in PowerPoints, and notes, running on four to five hours a night. Nobody to blame but yourself of course; you decided to take six courses this semester, a dumbass move. Not that your studies affected other aspects of your life that much, you didn’t exactly party, and had a small circle of acquaintances, who much like yourself, prioritized their GPA over social life. It wasn’t how you envisioned your college life to be. You’d hoped to attend at least a few parties on occasion or go out drinking with friends. Shit went down, hopes got crushed, and stress piled up. 

You were one of the last people to leave the testing center, your legs hardly holding you up as you dragged yourself along the concrete. You mentally cussed out your decision, your head throbbing with the after-effects of the seventy-five questions. Fumbling for the keys to your apartment, you shove yourself through the door, kicking off your sneakers, and flopping over the couch. A low groan escapes your lips at the sweet relief that engulfs every inch of your body, nestling your face against the fabric pillows. “Fuck.” You palm at your left pocket, fishing out your phone, before scanning through your texts. Sitting up straighter, your brows furrow at the unknown number, your thumb glides over the texts. 

Crashout Party, 4567 Judas Ave.  Saturday, Dec 13th  11pm - 6am Code: 78V9ZX

“The fuck?” You mutter, glaring at the tacky black flyer, clearly rushed on Canva or something. The rational part of you takes it as a dumb joke. Why the fuck did they have a code?  You scoff at the thought of it being some cult shit. Some of you urge yourself to take a nap and recharge, then get up, get dressed, and have a little fun. You tried to shrug off the stupid idea,  maybe at least text one of your friends and see if they got the invite too. 

Jen, did you get this? Image sent Yeah, you goin’? Prolly, you? Yeah, idk tbh.  Alr, I’ll pick you up then. Alr.

“We goin' I guess.” You sigh, dragging your limbs off of the couch, and making your way to the restroom. A couple of hours later, you off of your ass again scrubbing your skin clean and washing the sleep off of your face. You pick and pluck at every bit of hair, making sure you’re all prepped up, just in case you decide to catch some proper dick. It’s funny honestly, the thought of you going out to get drunk, and party, considering you spent your evenings watching sad Thai BLs or munching on mozzarella sticks. The life of a borderline crippled introvert. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out there and have a blast, you did. You just weren’t sure if you were cut out for fun. Every inch of you was mundane, hell, you screamed plain. You weren’t built like Adriana Lima or Anok Yai. Sure, you had a small pooch you often poked at, chubby thighs, and a pretty nice ass. You didn’t hate your body.

Gazing at your reflection made you feel good about yourself, after a long time. Your eyebags concealed, your makeup and lashes on fleek. Your hair is styled so it enhances your features, decorating the strands with a lacey white bow. You tentatively ran your hands down your figure, admiring how the black satin dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Lacing up your boots, and grabbing your keys, you made your way out the door. 

“Damn, Okay cute,” Jen remarked, flipping her fingers airily as she gestured to your outfit. A soft smile tugged at your lips as you spun. 

“Preesh.” You chuckled, admiring her black wife-beater, baggy jeans, and grey sweater hooked over her arm. Your eyes flickered down to her silver cross-chain and rings. 

“You bouta drown in pussy tonight huh?” You playfully tounged at your cheek, as she got into the passenger seat. 

“Damn, you make it sound like I have a social life?” She scoffed, clicking her seatbelt in, before running a hand through her cropped brown hair. “Homegirl plans on eating out her GPA, remember?” She chuckled, shaking her head. “But tonight, ion mind getting a little messy.” She lazily grinned, making a display of her blunt nails. “I locked in heavy for finals, between you and me, I deserve to drown in sweet cunt.” 

You raise a brow at her brazen remarks, before staring at the engine. “Whatever you say.” You hum, “Pop in the address for me.” You plop your phone onto her lap, steering onto the main street. Jen adjusts your phone in the cupholder before kicking her feet up the dashboard.

 “Any hookups for you?” She yawns, gazing out the window. “I don’t know, whatever happens, I guess.” You sigh, stopping at a red light. “I mean I shaved and shit, just in case,” You click your tongue, softly chuckling. “I just wanna feel good, you know?” You turn to face her, before bursting out in laughter at her expression. “Dude, what?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d ever hear you say that, y’know?” Her fingers roll over a steel ring, “Like, yeah, I know we all don’t party much and shit, but damn, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were a virgin.” She snorts, a grin tugging at her lips when you roll your eyes. “Okay, Jen. I’m not a virgin.” You scoff, pressing down on the gas before making a sharp turn and parking your car in a dark lot. 

“You got your gun on you?” Your eyes drift around the sketchy alleyway, eyeing the graffiti littered on every wall, and the flipped dumpsters. 

“If they fuck up my car, I swear to god-” You grumble, wrapping your coat tighter around yourself as you step out into the chill air. 

“Of course, I got my gun on me.” She mutters, shrugging on the grey sweater. “Do you not see this place? We’re prolly in the hood.” 

She grabs your hand, before catching a sign over a flight of stairs, leading down. “This is lowkey sketchy huh?” She chuckles, keeping her hand over the holster. “If we die, I pray I get some good dick up there.” You point to the sky, as she bursts out in laughter. “You’re fucking sick.”

“We've been known.” The two of you make your way down the stairs, before standing in front of a heavy door, loud music thrums through the barrier, making you expel a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. A slot opens up, revealing a pair of shades.

 “Code.” A gruff voice sounds, hardly audible through the thrashing boom of the speakers. Jen tugs out her phone from the back pocket. 

“78V9ZX.” She smirks, and the door glides open, revealing a tan-skinned bulky man, dressed in a thick black hoodie. 

“Get the fuck in.” He laughs, reaching out his hand to dap the two of you up. He leans in close before muttering, “

We got coke in the back, a line for 15.” 

Jen grins. “Damn, I see why this place is fucking underground, did everybody get invites?” “Just a few randoms.” He grumbles, before taking his stance at the door. 

Your eyes scan the dim setting, a myriad of blue and red dancing over sweat-slicked bodies. Drunken laughter sounds over the ear-bursting beats. You turn to Jen, but before you can open your mouth, she’s gone. Disappearing with a girl with bright green box braids into the crowd. “Damn, she’s fast.” You mutter, squeezing yourself through the throngs of people, nearly gagging at the sharp smell of whiskey and sweat, finally, you find an empty seat at a bar. The barista, a bubbly woman with the brightest blue eyes asks something you can only assume is what you’d like to drink. You blink, a little dazed. “Water’s fine, thank you.” You respond, with a nod before turning your head to the crowd who explodes with cheers. “FUCK YEAHHHHH AGUST D!!” Some dude roars, pumping his fist. You look confused turning your attention to the high DJ stand. On the screen is the most gorgeous fucking man you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a sip of water, watching a buzzed-blonde guy appear next to the hyped-up figure. 

“TONIGHT, WE GOT GLOSS FLYIN’ FROM SK TO NYC!!” The crowd tears in an ear-piercing surge. You could only assume he was some god figure in the whole underground ordeal. 

“Fucking hell.” You mutter. 

Gloss smirks, nodding modestly. “Ready?” He speaks into the microphone, Only resulting in more shrill cries. “You gotta be louder than that New York.” 

He chuckles, and Lord above does the sound hit you right between your legs. It’s insane how transfixed you are on him. From the way his wavey-ish charocol hair was parted right down the middle, to the heavy silver chains hanging off of his neck. To every fucking syllable that rolled off of his tongue, thick and rich. You swallowed a lump lodged in your throat. The blonde man from earlier took over Mixboard, and suddenly the fastest bars you’ve ever heard in your life sputter out of his lips. People were jumping up and down, vibing with a renewed fervor, and this Gloss motherfucker didn’t even stop for a single breath. His voice was deep and steady molding around words you were pretty damn sure weren’t English. 

The crowd burst into another tempest of cheers, you exhaled, loosening your grip on the glass that threatened to shatter. 

“Holy shit…” You whispered, watching as he made his way down the steps, only to be bombarded by people. He complied, taking a few selfies and sighing at some girl’s arm. You watched him make his way to the bar. Your head turned away as you grabbed your phone, opting to focus on anything else. 

Until he took the seat right next to you. 

You turned to nod at him, a small tight smile on your lips before you got back to scrolling through your apps. The barista smiled at him, before taking note of his order. Four shot glasses of Hennessey. You could feel the heavy weight of his gaze on you, so you finally decided to turn around and face him. “Sorry, just wondering why you’re scrolling back and forth through the apps.” He smiled, it was small, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “What’re you lookin' at my phone for?” You had no idea where that response clawed out of, but goddamn you sounded like a serious asshole.

He softly chuckled and raised a brow before lifting his hands in defense. “Slow it down.” He thanked the barista, before downing a shot like it was straight water. “Just curious.” You set down your phone. “Just cuz.” You take a sip of your water. He noticed. “Don’t drink?” His eyes flickered back up to your own. You crossed your legs tighter. 

“Not when I’m driving.” You shook your head, setting down the empty glass of water. “Smart.” He muttered, looping his fingers into his pocket for a fat roll. “Mind if I smoke?” “Nah.” You shook your head and carefully slipped your fingers into his pocket for another. Who knew what possesed you, to act so boldly in all honesty? 

“Mind if I smoke?” You slowly pushed the stick past your lips. His eyes flickered down to the soft flesh before hooking his fingers under your chin.

 “Think we should smoke somewhere quiet huh?” A smile small crept along his features, and for the first time, you noticed he had a very cat-like nature about him. Your brows slightly quirked, as you held his gaze.

 “So is it Agust D, or Gloss?” You muttered, the blunt hanging loosely between your fingertips. 

“Gloss, Agust D, Suga, but for you…” He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Yoongi. Just Yoongi.”

 You released a shuddered breath, your fingers tightening on the cigarette like your goddamn lifeline. “[your name], and somewhere quiet, I’m down.” You nod, and you watch as he runs a hand through his hair, downing another glass, before stepping up and taking your hand. 

The two of you weave through the throngs of people before making your way up the steps of the DJ stance and behind a hidden door. The room was dimly lit, with a black leather couch, against the wall, with a coffee table centered in front of it. A large flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, and a poor table to the right.  “Damn, who the hell invested in all that.” You mutter, looking around the small furnished space. “The Owner, of course.” Yoongi chuckles, plopping himself over the couch, before pulling over his lap. “This okay?” He glances up at you, his hands planted firmly on your hips. “Yeah.” You mutter, taking the space in. “I mean, it’s a fucking sketchy place, you get me?” You wave a hand at the entire setting. “I mean, it is underground.” He raises a brow, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, his hands running over the satin fabric of your dress. “No shit.” You grumble, eyeing him sternly. “I mean, I’m surprised the cops haven’t caught up, you get me?” “People don’t make a show of knowing, you get invited, and you keep your mouth shut.” He hums, a slender finger training down the column of your throat. “If you don’t keep your mouth shut, you get your brains blown off.” A heavy chill runs down your spine at the thought. “And how would they know?” You whisper, snatching the lighter out of his pocket. You spark a flame, inhaling deeply. “Eyes and ears everywhere, yeppuda.” Yoongi tosses his head back, exhaling thick plumes of smoke. “You’re not from here though.” You lean your body back against his chest, getting comfortable. “How the hell would you know?” A rough chuckle escapes deep from his chest. “Who said we don’t have shit like this in Korea?” His cold hand slowly creeps up the soft material, resting on your bare thigh. A chill rolls down your spine. “So you’re an outlaw huh?” You tease, slowly rotating your hips over his growing bulge. A satisfied smile tugging at your lips when a low moan vibrates against the back of your neck. “Underground rappers are outlaws.” His other hand tightens on your hip, rocking himself against the curve of your ass. “We just don’t get caught up in drifts.” You take another gulp of smoke before burning out the blunt. “And how would you feel if I told you I’m studying law?” You turned to face him, angling his jaw upwards. “I like a game of cat and mouse.” He mutters breathlessly, “But you wouldn’t open that pretty mouth, would you?” “Depends how wide.” You whisper, your other hand slowly trailing up his t-shirt, smoothing your palm over the firm lines and dips of his torso. “Show me.” He lazily smiles, running a thumb over your bottom lip. You slowly grin, before leaning into his ear. “How about we both show each other, I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not curious about that tongue technology.” Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, to kiss you. His lips molded firmly into your own, restless on the soft plush of your mouth, as his hands squeeze at your sides, before lading a sharp firm slap to your ass. Your gasp is silenced by the warm feeling of his tongue, running over your bottom lip before ravaging your mouth. Your eyes fall shut until he tears his mouth away, his dark eyes pinning you in place. 

“Take off your dress, and sit on my face, since you wanna see it so bad.” He instructs, watching you undress, down to your undergarments. He softly chuckles, before slipping off his jacket, followed by his baggy shirt, and everything under his thick black belt. Your eyes drink in every inch of him, from his sculpted upper body, to his toned stomach and legs. Your eyes flicker back to his own, and he’s taking in every inch of you. “Fucking gorgeous.” He whispers, getting comfortable on the couch before positioning you exactly where he wants you. 

“Fuck…” you whimper, feeling his thumbs slowly spread you apart. Your hand hangs over his length, before slowly wrapping your fingers around the warm flesh, carefully jerking him, grasping onto his thigh to still yourself. Breathy moans spill past your lips as your stomach quivers with every harsh suck against your puffy button. “Fuck, just like that.” He groans, pressing open-mouthed kisses before running his tongue along your slit. A sharp gasp claws past your throat, your voice muffled around his cock, as his hands slowly kneed at the doughy flesh of your ass, sucking obscenely at your cunt. “Yoongi…” You sigh, lowering your head and pressing reverent kisses over his leaking tip, sucking at the head. A deep groan buzzes against your clit, causing you to jerk forward, your legs trembling at the effect. Yoongi lowly chuckles, running his thumb over the tight ring ass, before prodding his tongue into your hole, curling the muscle to stretch you out further. 

You take him in deeper, your eyes stinging at the burn in your throat. He’s quick to add a finger, twisting the digit before fully pushing it through. You can hardly moan, your throat lodged up with his cock as you desperately rock your hips against his mouth. “Taking it so good, pretty.” He mutters, slipping a second finger into your dripping cunt. “My fingers and cock. Were you made for me or what?” He nibbles lightly on your clit, as you double over his legs, gripping him fiercely, your stomach contracting at the sensation. Your head spins as you take him in deeper, gagging around him.

“Fuck…Fuck!” Yoongi groans, curling his fingers deeper, prodding until you spill over his mouth. You whine, feeling him twitch deep inside your throat as he falls apart. You pull away, swallowing thickly as you gasp for air. “Fuck…” You shudder, feeling his lips around your clit, his fingers slowly pumping, bringing you down from your high. The fog in your head slowly clears up, and you become aware of your surroundings. The thrashing music beats outside the walls, the heavy vibrations that fill the small space from the speakers. 

Yoongi groans, slowly sitting up and gathering you in his arms, before laying back down. Your eyes feel heavy and dry, the weed already settled in. 

“Need some water?” He murmurs against your hair, tracing soft lines over the smooth span of your back, before pressing a few brisk kisses to your mouth.

“Nah, I’m okay.” You whisper, your voice a little hoarse, resting your hair against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I’m flying back to Daegu tomorrow.” He says, brushing back a few strands of hair off of your face.  “You want a pre-flight fuck or something?” You mutter, smiling. You’re sated, basking in both your after-glow and high.

“As great as that sounds, I was wondering if you’re free. I leave at 8:30 pm, you could show me around, just chill, get to know each other.” He chuckles. You notice how red his eyes look, fuck he’s baked as hell.

“Sound like a plan Gloss.”

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✧.* just for one night; yjh

for jeonghan's birthday he teased the gift he wanted wrapped in a pretty bow this time was you. little did he know that his joke would turn into his favorite present.

𐦍 paring: jeonghan x reader.

𐦍 genre: romance, bad humor, fluff, "friendly" date.

𐦍 warnings: drinking,  s3xy times, swearing,  smut, minors dni, reader has female genitalia.

𐦍 word count: 2.0k

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, afab! reader.

𐦍 note: I meant to post this on 1004 but.. maybe forgot to queue it LMAO. this wasn't intended to go this way and I don't rlly write smut often (or read it often tbh) so pls all my baddies who read and write smut give me feedback. (pls) lolol. anyway!! enjoy kk. ily.

It was that time again, time to find a gift for a friend who had nearly everything. Scouring around shops and market places, trying to find something special that had any meaning to the two of you. Sure, you could buy a lux gift or a fancy dinner, but that was basic and well beyond the things Jeonghan had given you. 

You scroll back through texts and posts over the last few birthdays you had spend celebrating him, stumbling across a photo that gave you a good idea. You were sitting on his lap as he blew out his birthday candle. After that wish was put into the universe you recall his lips coming so close to your ear his lips were almost making contact with your pierced lobes. 

“All I want next year is you wrapped in a pretty bow.” 

Maybe he wouldn’t remember that wish, but you did. It was silly and stupid, but your friend did always know what he wanted and wasn’t shy to ask for it. 

You sprinted to the stationary store in order to find a big pink bow in under thirty minutes, so you could make it back to your apartment where Jeonghan was meeting you before his big night out with all of his friends. The options were endless, a sea of glitter, metallic, curling, satin, but you decided to be simple, just a large bound pink ribbon. 

After an overwhelming time spent pondering over pink fabric, you made it home with ten minutes to spare. Lacing yourself up from your sneakers, to your hair, your bag, even a dainty piece wrapped around your neck as a finishing touch just as the doorbell rang, you told him to open up where he found you laced in pink, wearing a black dress, holding a cupcake flame ablaze. 

“Happy Birthday, Hannie.” 

A smile creeped in as he came close to blow his candle out looking at the pink adorned ribbon tied all over you, he remembered. 

“My present I presume?” 

His fingers pointed towards you, again smiling from ear to ear like he couldn’t believe you remembered his wish. 

“Think I’d forget?” 

“You tend to forget your own name while drinking, so yes. I love it.” 

Jeonghan’s hands reached to run his hands over the ribbon in your hair, pausing before he touched the one on your neck. 

“So this means you’re mine for the night?” 

“Your wish is my command, birthday boy. Should we go?” 

“You know when I wished for you to be my present, I meant much more than you wearing bows right?” 

You huffed, watching his eyes still on your neck. 

“I did. I really will oblige any wish, as long as it’s legal and safe.” 

“No promises, babe. Let’s go.” 

Walking hand in hand into Jeonghan’s not so surprise party was not out of the norm for you, you’ve always been the type of friend that clung to close, even for your own comfort. Something seemed to linger in the air around you as a pair. 

“Mind getting me a cocktail? I’m going to go say hi to the guys and thank them.” 

“Again, here to please. Vodka Cran or G&T?” 

“Gin, please.” 

With a small salute as a send off you walked into a line behind three other partygoers in line. 

“Y/n? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pink before?” 

The voice was Joshua’s coming from behind you. He wrapped his right arm around your shoulders in a half hug greeting you hello. 

“Really? Well, it's for Jeonghan’s gift. Last year he wished that I gift him myself, so here I am adorned in pink ribbon.” 

“You really took him up on that? You are one good friend.” 

“I know that you're thinking it's probably a mistake, you’re right.” 

“Na, he’d never hurt you or let anyone else. He likes you far too much.” 

Your eyes rolled now facing the bartender and placing the matching drink order before turning back to Joshua. 

“Come find me later okay? I need a Shua Hong dance for my payment for being Jeonghan’s bitch for the night.” 

“It's the least I can do.” 

Hours passed by just as quickly as alcohol entered your system, you haven’t left the side of your male counterpart for hours, he wouldn’t let you slide away other than grabbing more drinks or running to the ladies room.

Your buzz is far more prominent now. Jeonghan’s hands slid to the lower half of your body, resting between your bare skin and the hem of your dress and your heart followed along to the beat of the edm music playing over the club loudspeakers. 

“Dance with me, pretty?” 

His eyes burning a hole into your head, you obliged, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the center of the purple lights and faux fog. 

Jeonghan’s hands found a comfortable spot resting on your hips as you twisted around placing your back onto his chest, grinding slowly to the song. 

This proximity between you has never existed, while you’re touchy or clingy the feeling from the warmth of his pants's friction on your upper thighs made you feel differently about your so called friend. 

Thoughts swirled in your brain as you turned back to be face to face with his plump lips and siren like eyes. A hand, that same hand that was resting comfortably on your lower half snaked its way up to your neck, the ribbon placed there was now further from your skin as his fingers laced their way under it. 

“You want to know what else I wished for?” 

You opened your mouth to speak, no words formed other than some incoherent ones that sounded like soft moaning. 

“I wished that you’d be my present forever, not just for the night. I can’t let anybody else get this gift.” 

Your hands reached from the nape of his neck to the side of his face, trying to give him a clue that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. 

“Come home with me?” 

He placed a small peck onto your cheek, nearing the site of your lips that so badly wanted to feel the crash of his on them. 

The whole ride back in your taxi, your hands rubbed up his thigh. He knew you looked nervous, but also that you would tell him if anything made you uncomfortable. 

Truth be told he was nervous too. This was a line he never thought would be crossed. Jeonghan knew for years that he wanted you and only you for that matter, but he waited for the perfect moment to be put in your hands. 

Saying a quick thank you to your driver, you basically sprinted into his place, not even having a second to throw your jacket and bag down at his front door before you had your back against his white walls in the dark. 

The sense of urgency to kiss you was obvious. A near feral feeling. He tasted like cherries and gin as he kissed you quickly, helping you out of your outerwear and pulling you into his apartment that was only lit by the beautiful view of the city below. 

“Help me?” 

Your voice came out as a whimper, turning your back to him as an indication you needed help out of your dress. 

His cold hands wrapped around the zipper of your dress running a finger down your spine as it unzipped. 

“Wow.” 

His confidence suddenly washing away as he looked at your semi naked body only wearing a matching pink slip dress to the color of your bows and a pair of matching panties below. 

“Dressed up for me too?” 

“Nope. Just like to match.” 

The ‘P’ of your nope popped onto his face and a devious smile appeared. 

“Don’t be bad, gifts shouldn’t talk back to their owner.” 

His hands found his way to the place they didn’t seem to leave all night, your hips as he placed you down onto his fresh sheets. 

“Sorry, Hannie.” 

“It’s okay, just be a good girl."  

You nodded as he began kissing you starting at your lips and followed a trail all the way down to your sternum. 

“You know the best part about gifts is opening them.” 

Jeonghan’s fingers now wrapped around the waistband of your underwear as he slowly pulled them down below your knees, around your ankles and onto the floor. 

A pause from kissing came as his pointer and middle finger entered into your mouth and prompted you to spit on them so he could rub circles onto your clit before entering another space he had never been to before. His first finger came in slowly penetrating you softly, when he saw you getting needy his second entered and the beats became more rapid as he used his tumb to rub circles around your much more sensitive sweet spot. 

Your moaning became louder, reminding him of your voice yelling over the sound of the music in the club as you reached your first orgasm of the night. 

Sitting up now watching as Jeonghan places the same two fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, savoring every last drop of the finish you had because of him, you crawled onto you knees now prompting him for some pleasure. 

Undoing the button and zipper of his pants, letting him and his cock catch their breath before going down on him. You placed soft kisses along the pale skin of his stomach, making sure to nip his skin in between as you make your way down his torso. Just as you reach the waistband of his boxers, a hand comes to cup the hard thing lying beneath. 

“Wanted me that bad huh?” 

Jeonghan, now dethroned from his previous position of power, just groaned as a beg to have your mouth wrapped around his pulsing cock. 

“I’ve wanted you forever.” 

Hearing his breathless moans you released your hands from his cock and finished unwrapping yourself for him, leaving that small pink ribbon tied around your neck, before going back down to kiss your lips at the tip of his dick. 

As your hands and mouth worked their way around in unison all over his engorged flesh, it takes only a few minutes for him to fill the dirty mouth that was teasing him just before. 

“Didn’t take you for such a lightweight, Yoon.” 

“Shut the fuck up and please get on top of me.” 

Your legs came to straddle around his still sensitive cock as you teased your entrance. 

“Someone’s so needy.”

“Someone is supposed to be doing far less talking and far more fucking.” 

His arms pulled you down fearlessly so your lips could fall back into place and also so he could shut you up while you finally let him inside of you. 

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so tight.” 

Jeonghan knew he wouldn’t last long being inside of you, not because you were tight, but because of the way he felt about you and how much he dreamed about watching your breasts bouncing as they hovered over his face while he fucked you. 

“I- Uh, Fuck.” 

“You what, pretty? Can’t handle me? Can't it last long? Want me to fill you up as you ride me?” 

“Yes, yes, all of it. Please, Hannie.’"

As his hips pounded their way onto yours, both of you running out of stamina maybe due to the alcohol or maybe the adrenaline reached your climax near the same time. 

“Can you come inside me, please?” 

You were practically begging him to mark you and since you looked so pretty he couldn’t say no to you. 

With the two of you now finished, his cock still inside of you. Jeonghan placed soft kisses on your lips. 

“I don’t want this to stop.” 

His hands came to untie the pink fabric now slightly wet from your shared bodily fluids. 

“Me either. I love you, you know?” 

You lifted your body off of him, now under his covers with your hands placed on his chest. 

“I love you too, Happy Birthday.” 

“Be my present forever, okay?” 

“Okay, handsome.” 

And with another year gone, Jeonghan finally got the birthday present he truly wanted. You.

[afoggymirror]

"Daddy, can I stop?" Chaeryeong whined.

"Nope. Keep humping, baby."

"It's starting to hurtttt."

"Yeah, and whose fault is that?" Yeji half laughed.

Chaeryeong didn't even know how she got to this position. She just remembered going in for practice that day needy as all Hell, finding Yeji there, sweatpants and sweatshirt, on her phone, clearly not in the mood, and thinking she'd found a perfect target to harrass.

First she tried cozying up next to her unnie, then straddling her unnie, eventually devolving into elaborate acrobatics to beg for attention from her unnie. She thought it was really funny. Yeji did too tbh, but the longer it went on, the less she wanted to humor Chaeryeong.

Ultimately, Yeji blinked first. Chaery lay on the couch, holding on to her leg like a little monkey and poking her on the side while whining "daddyyy" – something she absolutely did not call Yeji unless very desperate. She poked a little below Yeji's ribs, somewhere she was particularly ticklish.

With an annoyed "ok," Yeji put down her phone and shifted her weight. She pinned Chaeryeong's shoulder under her thigh and buried the back of her shoe deep between the girl's legs.

"Prove that you want it."

"Oh?" Chaeryeong smiled up at her unnie. Yeji could be very creative when toying with her, but this bordered on being stupid.

Yeji's heel dug further into Chaeryeong's core. Ok, she was starting to get it.

A smirk teased Yeji's mouth and her eyebrows fluttered up, challenging,

"If baby rubs herself well enough we can play more after practice." She let her eyes drift back to her phone, "no hands!"

That was like, 20 minutes ago. Yeji thought to herself that she must be a genius: she got what she wanted – scrolling TikTok in peace during practice – and found a way to entertain Chaeryeong at the same time.

Chaeryeong, meanwhile, was fighting for her life down there. The rubber from the shoe pushing against her was almost enough to get her to the edge. Almost…

The more it went on, the more the fabric of her underwear chafed her skin. Yeji wouldn't let her undress because they "were literally in public you freak," or whatever excuse. She probably just wanted to torture her. Maybe if her skin was sensitive enough she'd be able to reach the edge faster…?

She would also become painfully aware that they were both facing a mirror. Her eyes would catch her own reflection, stuck in maybe the world's dumbest position, humping Yeji's gross dancing sneakers, and, for just a second, the degradation would make her queasy. Just as fast, though, the embarrassment took over, and she'd bury her face into Yeji's thigh.

Noticing her baby's shame, Yeji giggled and brought up the camera on her phone. The loud click of the picture alerted Chaeryeong,

"No don't what are you doing!?"

"You're too cute baby, I just had to."

She groaned into Yeji's thighs, now completely distracted.

"Just don't post that anywhere, ok?"

"Of course, of course." The picture was already on Instagram by that point. "Anyway, sorry baby, I have to finish practicing. I'll play with you more tomorrow, ok?" She reached down to kiss her forehead as Chaeryeong whined.

Honestly, by then, she'd be more than happy to lock up the practice room and spend the whole day with her. But Chaeryeong was just too cute, left desperate like this. Yeji could totally get her to pay for lunch later.

[sweettodo]

LMFAO- can u headcannon the aot warriors + y/n in a zoom meeting. and y’know y/n a little baddie and wears a revealing outfit 😩😏

i just saw this tiktok of some fanart of them in a zoom meet and it was the cutest thing EVERRRR.

EREN-

• doesn’t even bother to get out of bed, he just rolls over, picks his laptop from the floor and joins the zoom only to fall back asleep.

• levi constantly attempts to get his attention, and eren doesn’t even budge.

• seldom awake, but when he IS, he will usually interrupt to ask a stupid question: ‘hange where did you get that cool plant?’ or ‘jean i smell you through the zoom call, did you shower today?’

• enjoys changing his background to an odd photo of jean or one of his friends.

• hange will be the first to kick eren out of the zoom, and it’s not like mr. jaeger cares or anything.

• not to mention, he leaves his camera on too. so everyone sees shirtless eren passed out under the blankets with not a regard in the world.

• eats while on the call.

• one day, ( he still thanks god he was awake to see this ) you were working out in the morning before realizing you were already 10 minutes late to your meeting.

• jumping on to the meeting, sweaty, in a revealing sports bra and shorts, you’re apologizing profusely to levi and hange for being late.

• ‘lookin’ good y/n’ eren cackles, but what you or your friends realizing was that eren was now breathless, trying not to stare at you with every bit of will-power he could muster up.

• ‘seems that eren’s pretty awake now, heh’ jean taunts, eren quickly turns off his camera, so he could enjoy looking at you, who decided to wear... that

JEAN-

~ also likes to change his background, plays on his xbox with or without connie, headphones on his head and screaming while levi is muting jean to proceed talking.

~ jean has the pc set up and everything with the two monitors and the colorful custom pc.

~ eren makes fun of him because he uses a microphone. like the ones that have the stand and everything.

~ his room is never fully lit. he used leds, ( blue or green tbh ) shades are always closed.

~ ‘jean, turn off the game. now’ hange swears she tells him everyday.

~ ‘hey jean, didn’t you wear that sweatshirt last time? do you have any other clothes?’ eren ridicules, of course interrupting levi, who’s talking.

~ ‘i see the crumbs on your bed, jaeger!’

~ jean finds himself staring at you once you joined the call, wearing a... revealing... tank top with a very generous bra. his mouth growing increasingly dry.

~ he assumes that no one seems to notice, but when his friends see that he’s quite literally frozen in place, mouth slightly open as he’s looking at your chest.

~ ‘jean’

~ no answer.

~ ‘jean!’

~ ‘hu- yeah, yes?’

~ ‘is your internet having issues? you’re frozen’

MIKASA-

: sits at her desk, she has a picture collage of her, eren and armin on her wall.

: pristine white walls, very clean.

: always needs to call eren to wake him up before the meeting so he doesn’t miss it.

: if she forgets to call eren to wake him up, he blames her for missing the meeting.

: mikasa and armin are always firsts to the meeting.

: she always speaks, and fully participates.

: levi and hange usually are apt to call on her first for her opinions.

: she never turns her camera off, she’s wearing a comfortable but appropriate outfit, jeans and a blouse or shorts and a t shirt.

: sends group emails, for literally whatever reason.

: compliments others backgrounds ( their rooms ).

: reminds eren that his room is a pigsty and he needs to get out of bed, ‘eren, it’s 11:30am, get up.’

: ‘jean, you need to make your bed once and awhile’

: she always compliments what you’re wearing too, ‘i love that top y/n, where’d you get it?’

: and will have absolutely no problem with putting the boys in their place when she catches them gawking at you.

: ‘you guys are like dogs’

: she tells levi to kick them from the meet if they keep staring at you.

ARMIN-

∘ always early.

∘ room is neat, warm looking and he sits on the edge of his bed with his laptop in his lap.

∘ most talkative one here besides levi and hange.

∘ also calls eren every morning to ensure he’s awake.

∘ armin has a notebook and pencil next to him, constantly writing down notes.

∘ always has a presentation ready, a powerpoint or a document to show everyone.

∘ usually sticks to casual, t shirt and jeans.

∘ room is well lit, camera and mic are always on.

∘ also reminds the others to pay attention and be quiet, pleading with them, ‘guys, captain levi is trying to talk.’ also always lectures eren to get out of bed once and awhile.

∘ he doesn’t really pay much attention to what the others are wearing, but he can’t help but glance a few times at your outfit for the day.

∘ it makes his heart pound of his chest when you move to stretch or prop for hand under your chin to listen, your chest on display, arms squeezing them together only a little. he was in awe, swallowing hard and trying not to blush.

∘ avoiding you at all costs.

∘ armin won’t admit it, but he’s a hypocrite, so he’s gonna lecture the boys not to objectify you and tells you that he’s sorry for their immaturity.

∘ but yet here he is.

LEVI-

» cup of tea ready.

» sits at his dining room table.

» dreads having to do the zoom meet, so he’s pretty short tempered the whole time.

» wearing a button up per usual.

» well lit, has a plant in the corner of the room, most likely a cat in the windowsill.

» very english teacher-esque.

» swears the whole time at eren.

» kicks eren and jean out almost every zoom meeting.

» relies on armin for detailed information and analysis’

» needed to ask hange in secret how to present his screen, pin / mute people because he was pretty inept at computers for the most part.

» doesn’t use the mouse pad on his laptop, he connects a mouse because he despises that stupid mouse pad.

» the second he sees what you’re wearing, he shakes his head, ‘tch, i can hear these hounds now’

» yells at the boys to stop being perverts.

CONNIE-

‣  similar to jean, he also used led’s most of the time.

‣  has posters on his walls of music artists, shows, games and people

‣  he sits at his desk, which is cluttered, occasionally plays video games ( not as much as jean )

‣  zones out, looking at something random and blocks out a lot of what hange and levi says.

‣  yawns like 80 times in the span of an hour.

‣  drinks soda, or surfs the web.

‣  his bed is made, and he wears sweatshirts and sweats because like eren, he just got out of bed too.

‣  though connies bed is made, he still has clothes littered here and there, has a rack of shoes in the corner of his room ( he’s a sneaker head )

‣  most likely to not turn his camera on because he leaves the room to do god knows what.

‣  plays imessage games during the call.

‣  teases eren constantly.

‣  he won’t be AS dog-ish when he sees what you’re wearing, but he will say to himself, ‘she has some pretty nice tits’ and will probably text jean saying exactly that. but then he just moved on with his day.

‣  presents memes before the meeting to try and get levi to laugh. it doesn’t work.

HANGE-

≈ shes on her couch.

≈ wears casual outfits.

≈ ushers the boys to participate.

≈ very upbeat and happy.

≈ first person to make an interactive slideshow to get everyone to participate.

≈ shes into sending levi cat memes.

≈ has a cup of coffee next to her, plants and pictures of plants on her wall.

≈ likes to unmute people purposely if their mic is muted.

≈ emails back and fourth with armin and levi for plans for the upcoming meetings.

≈ she will not tolerate anyone disrespecting one another. kicking the boys out to stop them from harassing you about what you’re wearing.

HISORIA-

‹ her room is like a oasis, pastel walls, the vines on her walls and everything.

‹ diffuser in the background and incense.

‹ shes drinking coffee, always dressed, makeup on ( if she chooses to wear it ) and she attends these meetings on her laptop, sitting in front of her vanity.

‹ wears pretty blouses, or a summery dress, hair always fixed to perfection.

‹ sometimes her mom comes in, with cut up fruit and ice water, giving it to her and then leaving.

‹ she has framed pictures of her and everyone on her wall.

‹ also has honor roll certificates on her wall.

‹ she makes sure her vanity light is on so she has good lighting.

‹ also takes notes- color coordinating notes.

‹ she does participate, she laughs at the boys when they act up.

‹ also compliments everyone.

‹ when she catches the boys looking at you, she tells levi to make them knock it off, and then shakes her head in disappointment, ‘you all are so weird, leave y/n alone, you’re making her uncomfortable’

YMIR-

≍ shes usually propped up on her side, laying on her bed or the couch.

≍ she doesn’t participate unless she’s chosen to.

≍ keeps quiet, pays good attention.

≍ she sticks to wearing a sweatshirt and shorts or just a t shirt and leggings.

≍ clean room, warm blue sheets and gray walls.

≍ she gets furious when jean and eren go at it.

≍ shes gonna defend you against the boys pertaining to what you’re wearing, saying, ‘take your dirty eyes off of her’

≍ she doesn’t mind what you’re wearing, she thinks you look really good, but you wouldn’t catch her dead making a comment on your body.

≍ won’t admit it but it makes her flustered seeing how your body looks.

SASHA-

⇝ sits at her kitchen table.

⇝ eating full meals while the meeting takes place.

⇝ doesn’t hesitate to talk when her mouth is full so levi keeps her muted.

⇝ house is very home-y, warm and decorated well, her kitchen is seen in the background with her mom or dad occasionally walking past.

⇝ sometimes asking her mom to make her another sandwich, ( after her third one ).

⇝ always laughing with connie and jean.

⇝ sticks to casual outfits, sweatshirt and leggings, hair always up.

⇝ no filter, so if she catches eren or jean looking at you, she’s gonna jump into action.

⇝ ‘i know you’re not looking at her like that!’

⇝ ‘you better stop looking at her before i go over there!’

⇝ ‘captain if you don’t kick these fools out right now i’ll go over there and kick their asses instead!’

[oopsxcor]

What JJK 1st Years Would Do If They Walked In On You Crying:

WC: 1,740

Pairing: Yuji Itadori/Megumi Fushiguro/Kugisaki Nobara x GN!Reader

Genre: Bittersweet, fluff

Yuji Itadori :

“(Nameeee)!!”

He would most definitely knock on your dorm room door impatiently and swing open the door because he’d be excited to finally spend the night with you after his long mission.

His grin would be huge, and like the big dummy he is, not realizing you’re sitting there with tears rolling down your cheeks and snot running out of your nose. (gross, get a tissue tf).

“I got snacks and sweets for tonight!! Are you rea..dy…” (ah, finally.. he realized)

Like the cutie he is, he would drop EVERYTHING and rush towards you to quickly hold you in his arms as he would frantically search your face, caressing your cheek.

“Hey, heyyy…! What’s wrong? What happened? Who do I have to Black Flash??” because he has to sneak in that one lil joke in there to make him earn a smile from you.

You tried your best to explain what made you upset without balling again and sniffling every time you spoke. (We’ve all been there before dw).

Yuji hated seeing you upset. Most of the time he would think it was because of him, or if he did something wrong. He was scared of losing someone else again and the thought of it made his hold on you tighter, making you feel safe in his arms.

Once you got all your words out, he would wipe your tears and nose, giving you a reassuring smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

He’d give you a big hug and hold your face again, giving you peppered kisses all over your face, but mainly over your sore, puffed eyes.

“It’s okay… I’m here now, I’ve got you. I’m sorry I didn't get here sooner, (name)... here, hold on!”

He brought the sack back over to you and emptied it, spilling everything he got on to the floor. But the thing he was mainly searching for was a DVD case.

“This! This is the movie you’re always geeking about, right? I saw it in the store and immediately thought of you so I got it! Let me go fix the popcorn mix and we’ll watch it right now- wait right there baby- stay there!” (mf I’ve been sitting here crying do you expect me to move?).

After he rushed off, you could feel a smile appear on your face.

It only took him about five minutes to come back with a giant bowl of popcorn with m&ms and other sweets mixed into it as he gave it to you so he could put your movie in.

Honestly you found it funny how determined he was to make you feel better when he didn't even know that him holding you made you feel better already but you kept quiet. You enjoyed the attention he was giving you.

He sat next to you, not even hesitating to get all cuddly with you and wrapping his arm around your waist. He felt like you deserved everything possible after what he saw coming into your dorm.

You turned your head to look up at him as you were about to thank him but he quickly shushed you with his finger right after you said his name.

“No, no. This whole night is all about you, you deserve it. Not even just tonight- this whole MONTH is about you!”

His face would brighten up and his heart would skip a beat when he finally saw/hear you break out a laugh. That really made him happy. He was doing something right for once he thought.

And by the end of the movie, you both would be fast asleep in each other's arms.

Megumi Fushiguro :

First of all, because he’s a respectful softy, he would quietly knock on your door then wait till you said he could come in. Normally, you’d invite him in while dancing and listening to your favorite playlists with a smile on your face. He already suspected something was off because of the sound of your voice.

He’d peer his head in first with his hand still on the door handle, seeing if you were okay.

When he saw you sitting on your bed with red cheeks and teary eyes, after you quickly tried to wipe it away, he stepped back out into the hallway and closed your door. You didn’t know whether to feel hurt or confused. (Both tbh).

He silently came back, closing the door behind him but this time he had a box of tissues in his hand. Somehow he knew you were nearly out.

He walked up to you and gave you the box as he sat on the end of your bed.

He wasn’t really good with this sort of thing but when it was with you, he felt like he had to do something otherwise he would never forgive himself if he didn't speak up. You had no idea how important you were to him. You were his.

He would exhale and turn himself to face you, looking like he was going to cry with you. He truly was worried about you.

“Do you… do you want to talk about it? You know you can talk to me, right..?”

He hesitated before finally wiping away a tear rolling down your cheek, then pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

He earned a weak chuckle from you. His face expression was truly hilarious at that moment but when you realized he wasn’t kidding, your smile faded.

You brushed it off saying it’s nothing to worry about but you already knew he wasn’t going to believe that.

Finally, you asked him if he could hold you for a while to help you calm down. Then you would vent/rant to him.

At first, he was surprised by what you said that he had to take a minute to gather himself. But he did as you asked. Anything to help comfort you was his top priority.

He shifted himself behind you, taking both of your legs over one of his, then holding you tightly with his hand resting on your shoulder and the other hugging your waist while he rested his head on the top of yours.

By the way you were sitting, you could hear his heartbeat, his breathing, the core of his voice when he spoke, everything. You found it treasurable and calming.

Megumi only spoke when you wanted him to. Sometimes he would start humming a song that the both of you loved, or start to slowly rock side to side.

When you asked him how he was so good at this, he let out a quiet chuckle.

“My sister used to do this for me all the time. Eventually when I stopped punching and kicking her to get off of me, I just accepted it. Turned out I really liked it when she would comfort me… speaking of, are you feeling better?”

He leaned back to examine your face, brushing away the strands that made it to your face again. He still had that worried look on his face when you looked back up at him.

You really didn't want this special moment to end so you asked him to stay like this just a little longer, and he did.

He was still curious as to what got you so upset but he respected your privacy and didn’t invade.

He knew you would tell him when the time was right. That's what you secretly loved about him.

Kugisaki Nobara :

She would definitely slam open the door with no hesitation, fueled by rage ready to rant to you because of Megumi, Yuji, and Gojo.

When she would realize that even you weren’t okay, it made her rage stronger. Not at you, but at the cause as to why you were crying.

She would stand in your doorway, stuck on to what to say because as she oh so much hates to admit it, she really does care about you. You’re probably the only one who she deeply cares for in the school, actually. Well, besides Maki.

She let out a huge sigh and crossed her arms, cheeks red.

“You wanna go shopping?”

At first you would sit there thinking about going, which made Kugisaki so impatient that she let out an “ArGhhHh!”

She would literally drag you out of bed, telling you to stop moping around, get up. And maybe a few insults here and there that were obviously not sincere.

But as she would drag you out of your bed, she’d stumble and trip over herself causing her to topple over you.

At first, both of you stared at each other in surprise then would burst out laughing at how stupid you both looked, but what you didnt know is that Kugisaki’s heart felt like it was gonna beat out of her chest at that moment.

She also wasn’t moving off of you.

Her cheeks would redden again and she would look at you with a sweet smile and before you knew it, she was resting on top of you, hugging you.

You would only see this side of Kugisaki rarely. It was only when you two were alone together when she would act like this. It didn't bother you though, you thought it was cute that she only showed this side of herself to you.

You knew that both of you were having a rough day, so you embraced her as well while also playing with her hair.

That moment would only last a few minutes, maybe five before she got up and brushed off her clothes, helping you up as well. Her smile was still visible.

“Come on… this month's check came in, let's go waste it all on clothes and cute shoes and show off how attractive we are to our bozo classmates. It’ll be fun~!!”

Her hands were still in yours as she was humming to herself and trying to rush out the door while you were still struggling to put your sneakers on. You found it adorable and funny how determined she was to spoil you. Trying to say no to her was as hard as saying no to a puppy, so you gave in and didn't bother with jokingly arguing with her.

The both of you went on a shopping date, though it was mainly Kugisaki buying clothes, you still enjoyed it. (:

[scarthefangirl]

Hello! I would like a cabin matchup! I'm just going to tell yoy a little but of everything!

I have curly dirty blonde hair with sea green eyes and a gold ring around my pupil. I have some piercings. I also have some freckles.

My personality has always been complicated for me to explain, so I'm sorry if this part is awful lol. I've been described as a natural leader, im a strategic thinker, im extremely sassy and dramatic, im also extremely loyal and kind to my friends and family (I'm also incredibly protective of friends and family).

To be honest, im so caught up with online school and work right now, that i dont really have any hobbies. Im going to list some things that are known as hobbies that i really enjoy: drawing, listening to music, reading, watching tv, scrolling on social media, i also love to mess with sex traffickers that text me on whatsapp.

My style is a skater style (baggy jeans, sneakers, baggy shirts, etc.) even though I don't skateboard lol (I've tried but it makes me nervous).

I dislike know-it-alls, people who bully others and sleep peacefully at night, rude customers at work, when it doesn't rain enough, slow walkers/talkers/drivers, and more lol.

Here are some facts about me that may or may not help you sort me into a cabin:

- my family has one military member for every generation

- I love salty foods

- I've always had a fascination with the ocean, but I am scared of the ocean lol (idk how it works tbh)

- one time in kindergarten I told my teacher the apples were blue and then I got in trouble bc my teacher was always mean

- I love blue food

- I have multiple awards for theater acting from middle school

- I play violin and ukulele

- I have had six pets in my entire life

- my favorite colors are blue, green, and black

- I am a chaotic good (if you couldn't already tell)

- I used to stick bobby-pins in outlets when I was younger

- I always do stupid stuff lol (ex: When I was younger I rode my bike and crashed into trash cans on purpose and enjoyed it)

- I graduated high school 2 years early

Here is all of the careers I wanted to pursue and why I changed them (the average student changes their degree on average 7 times):

- CSI Agent: didn't want a lot of death in my life bc it would effect my mental health.

- Marine biologist: the thought of being miles underwater with many unknown (and possible scary creatures) is a nope for me

What I am currently wanting to do:

- become a model and fashion designer.

I hope this is enough lol, thank you so much for doing this!

Okay sorry this took so long, I did forget a little bit but also I wanted to put a lot of thought into it. I specifically avoided looking at your blog so I don't know what you actually are.

I couldn't decide between Poseidon and Apollo. You are very similar to Percy in personality, but I think I'd see you more in Apollo bc you like to juggle lots of talents and all your interests are very widespread, like Apollo. I might be slightly biased bc I am a child of Apollo but whatever lol. You have the chaotic energy of an Apollo kid.

I also think you could be a legacy of Nike, (idk if you know what a legacy is- hopefully you do lol) because you seem to have a drive to do your best. Even though you change you're mind about how you succeed, you seem to know exactly the details of why something isn't suited for you. And you know exactly what you like and dislike.

I hope you liked my answer??

Anyone else who want a cabin matchup just reach out!!

[hooterhorror]

Could I have a slasher matchup please?

Some things about me:

I'm a 5'6" cis-gendered female and (I'll admit) a few pounds heavier than I should be. Reading and baking are my favorite things to do (though I will cook occasionally), as well as write and draw. I prefer tea over coffee and autumn is my favorite season (because I absolutely love wearing baggy sweaters and drinking hot chocolate). I wear exclusively jeans, which I usually pair with flannel plaid, and sneakers are a must (but I do own converse). I enjoy being outdoors (hiking, fishing, gardening, etc), but I can easily stay in all day too (my dining table is my home, I can spend hours typing away). I like physical affection but I struggle with asking for it because of how I was raised. And (also because of my upbringing) I'm not confrontational in the least, I'm more likely to just stand there and take whatever is being thrown at me than to clap back. Sure, I'll rant about it later but in the moment I tend to freeze up. I don't like the dark (I sleep with a lava lamp for a nightlight, lol) and bugs/spiders creep me out. I love horror movies, but I do have a tendency to talk during them (critiquing dumb decisions and brainstorming better alternatives to said stupid decisions) which I understand can be annoying to some people. In general, I don't feel like I talk too much (seeing as I zone out while writing, reading, or drawing) but I will engage in conversation if prompted.

Sorry for the info-dump! I just wanted to give as much as possible to work with!

Thanks for sending this in!!!! You gave enough, ty for all the info!!!

Jason Voorhees.

At a whole six foot five, Jason doesn't necessarily tower over you but... it's a noticeable difference! It just makes you more huggable! And oh by the way, Jason LOVES hugs. You'll never have to ask, he loves to have his arms around you and squeeze you tight! Not bone crushingly right but yeah- you get it!

Your sense of dress is very similar to him, since I can definitely see Jason casually wearing flannels now and then... ain't that cute! y'all can match! he'll get so flustered and happy if y'all did! He loves to harden with you, cus he obviously maintains the camp grounds.. he would never let it overgrow but sometimes it gets overhelming! So having your extra hands and green thumbs makes things sm easier and GOD he's so grateful!! He loves little quiet days with you after a long day of planting and ripping up weeds and trimming the bushes- sipping tea of course!

He's a little apprehensive about fishing because how he died, or at least I imagine he is, so he'll watch you fish from the dock and claps and give you a thumbs up at s good catch! he's so supportive! He'd love to hike with you tbh, he's in his element in nature no matter what he's doing!

Jason will hold you extra tight at nighttime, hoping it'll soothe your anxiety about it until y'all get that lava lamp. He'll still cuddle + spoon you, but you're more comfortable now! I figure you love it cus you're warm and secure in his arms, so he won't stop unless you want him to! :3 also he LOVES tht lava lamp, he thinks it's so damn cool! he's careful to make sure it's off during the day and turned on at the right time so it's warmed up and going properly by bed time!

He isn't confrontational either, but he wants you to stand up for yourself. He might not be able to teach you, but if you come to him ranting and raving about a situation you couldn't manage to speak up in, he'll assure you that it's hard for a lot of people but it's important you don't take so much shit! it isn't good for you! if you come to him and say you managed to tell someone off, he's ECSTATIC!! hugs you and everything!

Loves to cook with you but gets nervous cus he feels like he only gets in the way sometimes. he's a big help though! he learns fast and starts to make food for YOU! and it's good! he doesn't really need to eat himself since he's... y'know, but it makes him happy to do stuff for you like that!

not a huge fan of horror movies himself but he loves them now cus your rambles and he loves to discuss things with you! though he usually just agrees with whatever you say since he's been distracted by how adorable you are- he's such a softie he SWEAR

and oh yeah, when the leaves fall around camp, he'll stomp through them with you!

[reversecreek]

ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is here n his playlist is here.

* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him  | you know ziggy benson, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY;

from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to say “that uncooked chicken’s fucking demonic” n joke abt popping “it” in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all like “jeez alright alright i’m kiddin i’m kiddin can’t a guy have a joke around here?” n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)

frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed he’d shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc he’d just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n it’d hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didn’t have much time for disciplining him. ziggy’s mum wld halfheartedly be like “ziggy quiet now....” n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables she’d defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggy’s behaviour

his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggy’s mum’s job to discipline him or raise him in general which is. 🔪 please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsn’t much involved in ziggy’s life n honestly generally jst didn’t like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didn’t want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy just “harshes my fucking vibe a lil bit”. 

he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldn’t get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didn’t rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other people’s) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3

ziggy’s mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man she’s dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG

while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (there’s a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him fr “driving his father away” n it’s never spoken abt bt it’s very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes she’ll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n he’ll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n she’ll jst smile like :)...... knowing that’s how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3

(abuse n violence tw) idk i won’t go into it too much bt even tho ziggy’s constantly like 🙄 when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... it’s complex <3

literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mum’s bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.

hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonald’s fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place i’m quitting n threw off his apron n was like who’s with me??? who’s joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....

in terms of wht’s going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isn’t. there tht often nw she’s dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks he’s a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.

PERSONALITY:

ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks he’s sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: he’s bi Baby.... 

i won’t lie he’s kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes he’ll say smthn tht’s genuinely just quite mean n doesn’t need to be said but he doesn’t rly realise it’s like bad. n he’s like. what’s the deal haha why are u mad...... 

fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say he’ll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe i’m moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but let’s make it special yeah? tits? n then they’ll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly he’s not in france. ziggy doesn’t care.

calls himself a “genius inventor” bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. he’s like i’m on the brink of greatness. i’m the next einstein.

has a bit of a god complex where he thinks he’s the sexiest person in any given room n it’s kind of funny bc like dylan minnette’s sexy to me bt tht isn’t a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isn’t rly deterred by anything or anyone.....

dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesn’t play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.

drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.

almost never pays fr anything bt is always like “yo it’s my treat” n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay

his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining he’s hungry n eating half

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fuckboy antics: he’s insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didn’t call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cld  b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3

high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....

an attempted teenage relationship: i’m like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....i’d say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i don’t care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... it’s just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....

last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didn’t work. he threw a party when he received news he hadn’t got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.

enemies: ppl who just. don’t like ziggy bc like honestly that’s so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (don’t condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w

fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb they’re cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally don’t get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....

maybe ziggy’s mum dated ur muse’s dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............

coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (he’s had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how he’d act n stuff.... :yum:

[themagicaltunaa]

Answer all the questions

well i have nothing to do so sure

1. What have you eaten today? 

some toast for breakfast, leftovers for lunch, and some cereal for dinner

2. Who was your last kiss with? Was it pleasant?

never kissed anyone, don't really care about that

3. What color shoes did you last wear?

light grey sneakers

4. Who has made you laugh the hardest in the last week?

Jeremy did, when I was watching his Alien Isolation stream on monday

5. What is your favorite scent?

I love the smell freshly baked goods

6. What is your favorite season? Why?

I love fall. I just love the aesthetic of the season, and my favorite holiday is during fall. I would love to experience it one day

7. Can you do a handstand or cartwheel?

lol nope. I was barely able to do it as a kid. If I tried now i’m pretty sure i’ll break something.

8. What color are your nails?

the regular pink color? I don’t paint my nails

9. If you had to get a tattoo on your face to save your life, what would it be?

aw geez, uhhh idk maybe like a tiny star or something

10. What is something you find romantic?

i dont know romantic things 

11. Are you happy?

eh

12. Is there anything in particular making you happy or sad?

no not really

13. Dogs or Cats?

cats. i like dogs too, but sometimes they’re too much to deal with. i’m more comfortable being with cats

15. Which do you prefer:a museum, a night club, the forest or a library?

museum

15. What is your style?

my style is “im trying”

16. If you could be doing anything you like right now, what would it be?

stay up all night to catch up on videos

17. Are you in a relationship or single?

single babeyyyy

18. What makes you attracted to the person you like right now?

nothing, because im not attracted to anyone

19. If you could replace your partner/best friend with a celebrity of your choice, would you? Who with?

i dont like celebrities

20. Are you holding on to something you need to let go of? If so then what?

i’m pretty sure i’m holding on to a lot of stuff, but I can’t seem to remember anything specific. if this question means metaphorically, the answer still works

21. How did you celebrate last Halloween?

I went to a drive thru haunted house with my 2 friends, and after we got some taco bell and went to the beach to eat our food. we sat there for like 10 minutes before it started to rain on us

22. Have you recently made any big decisions?

nope. I try not to in general , I hate having to make any sort of big decision because I starting stressing 

23. Were you ever in a school play?

I’ve always had stage fright so no

24. What movie would you use to describe your life?

uhhhh, I dont watch enough movies to pick one

25. Is there something you have dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven’t you done it? 

oh there’s plenty of things that I've dreamed of doing, but I just can’t do it because of anxiety 

26. Complete this sentence, “I wish I had someone with whom I could share…”

I dont like sharing

27. What are two things that irritate you about the same sex?

uhhh idk? maybe the whole makeup culture thing? but it’s not like it irritates me I just don’t get it. I can’t really think of a second thing

28. What are two things that irritate you about the opposite sex?

too much to list

29. What is the best thing that has happened to you this week?

fuck if i know

30. What is something that makes you sad when you think about it?

can’t think of anything rn

31. How long was your longest relationship?

never been in one

32. Have you ever been in love?

pretty sure I have not

33. Are you currently in love?

nope

34. Why did your last relationship end?

see question 31

35. What jewelry are you wearing right now, and where did you get it?

not wearing any atm. actually, I just don’t wear jewelry in general

36. When was the last time you cried and why?

I think it was last week? I don’t remember why, it was probably something stupid

37. Name someone pretty.

the anon that sent me this ask

38. What did you receive last Valentines Day?

oh! I got a few gifts from my bestie :)

39. Do you get jealous easily?

no

40. Have you ever been cheated on?

no

41. Do you trust your partner/best friend?

sure

42. Ever had detention?

no because I was a good bean in school

43. Would you rather live in the countryside or the city?

city. the countryside sounds nice, but just the thought of being out in the middle of nowhere especially at night makes me nervous 

44. What do people call you?

by my name

45. What was the last book you read?

I do not remember. It’s been years since I’ve read a book

46. How big of a nerd/dork are you?

uhhh idk

47. What kind of music do you listen to?

anything that catches my fancy. I don’t really stick to one kind of genre

48. How tall are you?

my doctor said I’m allowed to say i’m 5′2

49. Do you like kids?

they’re alright. I can handle be around them for a bit, but I would never want to have any 

50. Favorite fruits?

watermelon, starfruit, and tangerines

51. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

jeans

52. What’s your earliest memory?

I was like 3-4, and I was at disney world with my family. I remember seeing a stage show of Bear in the Big Blue house, and I remember walking around ToonTown when it still existed

53. Ever had a poem or song written about you or to you?

i hope not

54. Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind it

55. Do you have a collection of anything?

I used to collect seashells as a kid and I still have some of the collection somewhere in my closet. I wanna start a new collection of something but idk what

56. Do you save money or spend it?

i try to save it

57. What would your dream house be like?

something cozy and not too big, with a cat or 2

58. What top 5 things make you the angriest?

its 11pm at the time of answering this, i really can’t think of anything to fill a list rn

59. What top 5 things always brings a smile to your face?

see the previous question

60. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

save the dog. i hate my job anyways so I don’t care

61. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I would definitely tell my closest friends, and some of my family members, probably my mom’s side of the family. If I had the money to, I would like to travel to some places that i’ve always wanted to go to. I would have a month to accept that i’m gonna die so i think i would be fine. i’d rather get plenty of time to know i’m dying rather than like last minute. this has been a topic that i’ve been thinking of for a while now, not because I’m like thinking about death or anything, I just need something to kill time with at work

62. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

a heart?

63. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

aw cmon, I can’t just think of stuff like that on the spot. I don’t even know where I would want to go

64. Do you like the beach?

It’s nice, especially in the early morning when everything is still calm and the beach isn’t packed with people yet

65. Ever sleep on the couch or a bed with someone special?

no? wtf does someone special mean?

66. Do you have a middle name? If so what is it!

Doesn’t everyone have a middle name? But yeah i do and i hate it so im not saying anything

67. Do you talk to yourself?

in my head all the time

68. Describe your hair.

brown, curly, very long because I haven’t cut it in almost a year, it’s very annoying

69. What is the meaning of life.

I wish i knew

70. What is your ideal partner like?

no one

71. Do you want to get married?

no

72. Do you want to have kids?

 ew no

73. Like or dislike your family?

 they’re bearable

74. Are you Chunky or Slim?

I’m more than chunky, i’m just straight up fat

75. Would you consider yourself smart?

lol no. I’m an absolute dumbass

76. What would you change about your life?

everything if i could

77. Religious or Not?

no not really

78. You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?

I don’t drink so this would never happen

79. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

it sure isnt because no one is there

80. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

uhhhh no. I don’t really care tbh

81. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

idk

82. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

i’m not opening the door because no one is there

83. Do you like when people play with your hair?

ehh not really. It’ll just make it frizzy

84. Do you like bubble baths?

no

85. Have you ever been pulled over by a cop?

I need to drive in order for that to happen

86. Have you ever danced in the rain?

no. its not fun getting soaked in the rain

87. Do you trust anyone with your life?

not really? 

88. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?

why does god allow suffering

89. If money wasn’t an issue, what top 10 places would you travel to? (You get to stay at each place for a week)

1.greece

2. peru

3.disney world only because I have not been to all the parks yet, also i can bug my brother while i’m there

theres a lot more but i’m too tired to fill out the rest of the list

90. How was your day today?

it was fine

91. Play an instrument?

used to play mellophone/french horn in band in high school. after I graduated I haven’t touched an instrument since

92. Describe the what you think of the ocean.

it’s scary

93. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

aliens as anything that counts as a living organism not of this world, not green little men from mars nonsense. the universe is too big for only life to be on earth. for ghosts, i’m still iffy about them, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna start walking around haunted places and call the ghosts a bitch

94. Honestly, are things how you wanted them to be?

abosolutely not. every day I regret all the decisions i’ve made through my life. does that mean I’m trying to fix said mistakes or try not to do them again? lol no 

95. Do you have a mean bitchy scary side?

in my mind i do. I’m too scared of everyone to actually do it

96. When are you vulnerable?

always

97. How much free time do you have?

doesn’t feel like much. saturday and sunday go by way too fast and i feel like when i go home from work theres just not enough to relax. im tired all the time

98. Do you like to go hiking?

never been

99. Odd or Even Numbers?

even

100. Would you ever go sky diving, bungee jumping , cliff diving, wing suit gliding, parasailing, snorkeling, or other extreme activities?

no because I actually have self preservation. I am also a very big chicken

[marmuse]

1-5 & 20-23 !! 🥺💕✨🌼🌱

( based on this ) !

1. what song makes you feel better ?

recently it’s been always with me aka the spirited away ost  💛 but also OLLA by jhené aiko, yeah yeah by jaden & p much like any song by years & years !!

2. what’s your feel-good movie ?

clueless ! i nvr tire of that movie tbh and also PADDINGTON ! god, i wld die for that bear & his marmalade 

3. what’s your favourite candle scent ?

tbh i can’t rmbr the last time i used a candle.. anything fresh & light, nothing sweet 

4. what flower would you like to be given ?

any & all flowers !! i’m particularly fond of daises cus i used to pick them when i was little 

5. who do you feel most you around ?

prob my siblings cus their stupid matches my stupid.. but also definitely my best friend/soulmate monica @brokenmuse (if u see this hlo my angel)

this is getting kinda long so the rest is under the cut DHJKSD

20. what do you want most in the world right now ?

uh some financial stability wld be nice FDHKJF also a good job that doesn’t suck the soul out of me. and i want to create more, always !! 

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be ? 

do more while ur still in film school ! like i rly wish i helped w fourth year sets when i was in first year like giran did for us bc he’s learnt and grown so much like i also jst wish i did more stuff while i still had access to equipment / facilities yk

22. what would you say to your future self ?

i kno ur doing better and i’m proud of u for holding on :) 

23. favourite piece of clothing ?

my adidas sneakers.. does that count idk i jst rly like comfy shoes n they r my fav pair 

[purplesurveys]

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What website is it easy to spend too much time on? Reddit. I used to spend hours on end on Reddit back when I had just discovered it and saw how many subreddits I can check out, but I’ve toned down these days. I mostly use scroll through the popular tag to help me fall asleep, but I still spend a lot of time on it nonetheless. What's been bothering you lately? One of my classes is a subject I never really wanted to venture into because it will demand me to be insanely extroverted, but I didn’t have a choice but to take it and now I’m worried for my sanity for the next four months. Do you ever get cravings for cheese? Yeah but I’m not as crazy for cheese as most girls around me seem to be lolol. Cheese is ayts. I mostly like it as a dip for Korean barbecue, and I don’t really like the more challenging/funky cheeses. Do you ever crave affection? Yep, sometimes I act needy towards my girlfriend. Would you name your baby after someone or give him/her his or her own name? Their main name would be their own, but I wouldn’t be opposed to having their second name be a tribute to somebody important to me. For instance, if I have a son I’ve always thought of giving him Owen as a second name as an homage to Owen Hart.

Do you think boys can wear pink and girls can wear blue? It’s 2020. We’re way past pink vs. blue now lmfao. But yes, of course. Which hair curlers have you had the best luck with? I don’t use those. What is the best way to curl your hair? In like the four times I’ve had my hair curled, the stylists always used a flat iron. Don't you hate it when people act like idiots just to make you mad? That’s a different level of assholery, but yep I imagine that would piss me off. If you were thrown into a lion's den, would you trust God to save you? Nope, I’ll be saying goodbye to all my loved ones in my head. Do you wish you could call the police on the police? Not in this country, because most police are abusive and dicks. Do you write in cursive or print more? Print. My penmanship is nicer that way, because my writing usually comes out in messy scribbles when I try to write in script. But I always regularly practice my high school’s unique cursive anyway so that I never forget it/get rusty at it. Were you alive before the Internet came out? No, I think the Internet was already kind of a thing by 1998. Do you like that trends from the 90's are coming back in style? Yeah tbh I’m a fan. I love the simple t-shirt/mom jeans combo because it looks so effortless, and because it’s pieces I already have in my closet lmao. ....or would you rather have the trends stay the same as the last decade? Not really, I’m pretty good with all the 90s stuff coming back. Some kids ruined it by wearing chunky sneakers too much, but I like all the other trends that came with it, like bucket hats and belts. What was a horrible trend when you were in high school? I honestly didn’t know much about the trends when I was in high school because 1) we wore our school uniforms every single day, so imagine having one outfit 5/7 days a week, and 2) being from a Catholic school, we had a very strict dress code so it’s not like we could wear whatever the trends were. I do remember never being impressed with Roshes though. What is a horrible trend now? Hype/street clothes like DBTK. What would you do differently if you were God? Not make people suffer. Have you ever met anyone who claimed to be God? No. If I did, I’d run far far away from them. If you had to leave the US and never come back, where would you move? First of all, I have to live in the US before I can leave the US. Would you buy a castle if you could afford one? Sure, whatever. What is something you aren't ok with? My default answer would be homophobia. Do you know anyone who isn't fake? Sure. I know more not-fake people than those who are. Name five people you know who aren't fake. Laurice, Aya, Tina, Danika, Amanda. Do you fully trust anyone? Yes. How many true Christians do you know? Do you know any? What does being a ‘true’ Christian even mean? Do you think someone's value is based on how much money they have or make? No. Would you rather be an aborted baby or a victim of child abuse? Wow THIS IS THE WORST QUESTION EVER. What's one trend you're behind the times on? Tiktok. I do nooooooot understand it for the life of me and do not wish to. Do idiots act like know-it-alls a lot around you? I think know-it-alls act like know-it-alls regardless of who they’re with. Do you think it's ok to call an idiot an idiot? Not to their face, but yes I’ve used that word occasionally.

If you had a child with down's syndrome, would you keep him/her? I’m honestly not sure, and I don’t really like stressing about that kind of stuff this early. Don't you wish people who weren't qualified would stop getting handed leadership positions? Obviously. But there’s little we can do, with the key word there being ‘handed.’ Who is the worst plagiarizer you know? People in high school would copy-paste whole paragraphs from websites or textbooks onto group papers and I hate those people to this day. If someone tried to murder your child, do you think it would be wrong to expose them publicly and talk about it on social media? It wouldn’t be the best and smartest way to go, especially if it was the first thing I planned on doing. ...Why do you think people think this is wrong? Because I would be putting vulnerable people under limelight they never asked for, and because I’d be talking about confidential stuff, especially if the whole ordeal is currently going through a legal process, which is stupid. Is there a toxic person that you miss? You know, despite how close I was with Athenna, I’ve never missed her. Are you still contemplating going back to someone you shouldn't? Nope. What do you need right now? I’m gonna need a higher inner morale for my business reporting class, which is the class I’m really scared about. When was the last time you had a new crush? December 2013. Do you know any "Christians" who are rude and judgmental? Almost all the Christians I know are rude and judgmental. What would you do if your Bible was falling apart? I dunno. Leave it wherever it’s always been. Do you have coffee with Jesus every morning? Groan. Do you pretend to be someone you're not on facebook? Why or why not? No because I have no reason to do that. Do you know anyone who pretends to be a Christian to get attention? Ooooh interesting haha, but no. I’m sure in this time and place they’d get called out almost immediately. Do you want Jesus to come back soon? I’m gonna paraphrase a quote from Friends and say “I know you’re asking me a lot of Jesus questions, but all I hear is blahhhhhblahhhhhhhhhblahhhhhhhhhh.” Do you believe that Jesus is going to come back in your lifetime? Holy shit. Would you rather wear blue jeans or jeggings? Blue jeans. I’ve never owned jeggings. What is the most comfortable type of pants ever? Anything but skinny jeans. What is something you can't wear because of your body type? I can’t wear dresses that are loose around the chest area. Stuff like those are loose because the boobs are meant to hold them up and give someone a flattering figure, but if I tried to wear those, the dress would drop down all the way to my stomach lmao. If you have curves, do you like them? I have some curves, but I’m generally skinny. I do like the ones I have though. What is the curviest part of your body? Butt. Have you ever been punished for doing the right thing? I don’t think so. How often do you cry? One or two times a week would be a good guess. How many Christians do you know who actually care? This is very vague. Is Tumblr all that it's hyped up to be? But it’s not hyped at all these days... Tumblr definitely already peaked a few years ago, and I don’t know what people are saying about it now. At what age do you think someone is old enough to give advice? I don’t think there’s an age requirement for advice. Have you ever worn matching pajamas with someone? No. What helps you fall asleep? When I’m alone, I need it to be quiet or at the very most have white noise around, like the buzz of an aircon or the whir of the electric fan. When I’m sleeping with my girlfriend I have to be cuddled and I have to fall asleep first, or else I’ll keep waking up and twist and turn through the night. I’m a difficult person to fall asleep with huhuh sorry Gab :’( Do you have a nighttime routine? No. I just scroll through social media until my eyes get tired enough to fall asleep within seconds. What was the last mountain you climbed? Not sure, but it was in Sagada. Who is the fakest Christian you know? One of my titas, although I love her to death, is a very devout Christian but had a meltdown/breakdown when her daughter (my cousin) revealed she was dating a black guy. I was stunned when my mom told me all about the ‘drama’ and it took every cell in my body not to explode and give a sermon to everyone else in my family who was upset about it. Just for context, Filipinos are among the MOST RACIST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET so stuff like this WILL be a big deal, especially among our traditional Gen X/Boomer population. Who are the fakest friends you've had? Athenna and Fern. Who's the most narcissistic person you know? I don’t know anyone like this, fortunately. Maybe me because I like taking these surveys??? Jk :((( Who gives the best hugs? Laurice!!! Who was the last person you hugged? My girlfriend.

[junk-yard-hearts]

Poly Bowers Gang HC’s

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Belch (I prefer calling him Reg or Reggie to Belch tbh)-

·         I see Reggie as more of the enforcer within their group dynamic.

·         The other guys can get kind of carried away and he’s the first to tell them to leave you the hell alone if he thinks they’re making you uncomfortable

·         After a thorough fucking he’s the one who’d gently kiss your temple and tell you how good you were

·         He always lets you sit in the front seat and glares over his shoulder at the others when they whine about it. As far as he’s concerned, it’s HIS car and you deserve the front seat, dammit. (He actually just wants to watch the sun hit your face and keep you away from Patrick)

·         The other guys give him hell because he’s so sweet on you but he just can’t help how much he adores you awe

·         The others laugh because you would never call him Belch and he blushes every time you call him Reggie

·         He’s the one you’d call after all your best friends stood you up for your girls-night-in sleepover plans. He’d hear your disappointed voice and the sniffles and sigh. He shows up at your house 20 minutes later with the fuckboy squad in toe.

·         You ask if he’d do a face mask with you and he looks panicked as fuck

·         But the second you hit him with those lovey eyes, he relents

·         The other guys sit around and snicker as you apply cerulean goo to his face but he couldn’t care less because the smile on your lips is everything to him tbh.

·         Henry tells him he’s such a girl, and Belch hits him with some “a real man would do anything to put a smile on his girl’s face” shit and Henry just slinks tf away

·         He drives you to school every day, and sometimes when your parents aren’t home, he comes in and eats breakfast with you and helps you finish getting ready.

·         He helps you pull your hair back and ties your shoes for you awawawe

·         Always opens your car door for you

·         You wear his t-shirts to school after spending the night with him and he gets all heart-eyed and thinks you look so cute.

·         He sees you in your faded jeans, with a bow in your hair, and his ratty Judas Priest shirt on and his cheeks get all hot cause he just thinks you’re the cutest.

·         For his birthday, you go to his house while he’s at work and you and his mom cook him his favorite dinner (chicken parmesan and fettucine), and you and the gang hang up a banner and surprise him.

·         You didn’t have much money so you made him a cassette mix tape and take them to the bakery on main street for cupcakes, and you all serenade him right there on the sidewalk outside the shop.

·         He tries SO HARD to keep up with your friend drama because he likes that you come to him to talk but fuck, you have so many friends. Who’s Trish?? Where tf did Emma come from? When the hell did Lisa come into the picture?

·         Takes care of you on your period like his mom told him to.

 Victor  

·         Vic is the one you go to about your friend drama and knows exactly what you’re talking about.

·         “Oh my god who does Lisa think she is talking to Gemma about you like that? I’ll kick her ass idc.”

·         Says goodbye with a firm slap on the ass

·         Smiles at the tiny squeak you make every time he slaps the ass

·         Always gives you candies out of the pockets of his vest

·         He says he keeps them to put a smile on your face and you know he stole that shit

·         Loves to rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair

·         He gets this blissed out, barely conscious look when you gently scrape your nails across his scalp

·         Stares in slack-jawed appreciation when you wear those little skirts that sway when you walk

·         When you’re having a bad day, he paints your nails

·         He notices you getting nervous and scraping the polish off and just grabs your hand away and squeezes it.

·         Smacks Patrick over the head for making lewd comments about your body in public

·         “Dude, watch your fucking mouth, she’s a lady.”

·         You have study hall together, and you sit with your Walkman cassette player in between you, listening to KISS and holding hands, and reading your English class assignments

·         KISS is so not his cup of tea but he doesn’t mind them.

·         He knows you love them so he sits put and listens anyway

·         He learns all the words to all the songs on Smashes Thrashes and Hits from how often you listen to it.

·         You two smoked weed together and the guys found you laying outside staring at the clouds together being sappy

·         But he kicked their asses for making fun of it

·         You bleach his hair for him because he tried to do it himself and got burns on his head

·         You teach him how to put coconut oil through his hair to prevent burning, damage and uneven processing

·         Henry and Patrick laugh and look on, telling him how soft it is to dye his hair.

·         You turn around and tell them how harsh and dangerous bleach can be to the body and offer to put some on THEIR heads.

·         They scurry tf away

·         He loves to watch you masturbate, and loves when you wear lingerie for them.

·         When you and your boyfriends crashed a party, they went off to torture some people but you and Vic were making out on the stairs while all the girls with crushes on him watched

·         He lowkey loves showing you off at all times

·         For Christmas you made him the coolest sneakers he ever saw

·         You bought a pair of canvas kicks from the thrift store and spent hours painting them, and he fREAKED when he saw them

·         He loves when you wear that peachy smelling lipgloss but he always ends up with shimmer all over his mouth and the guys laugh at him. Worth it tho.

 Henry

·         You tell him you got your nails done and he gets this “The fuck are you tellin’ me for?” look on his face.

·         You frown. He realizes you just want him to act interested and suddenly he’s like AH YES, THE NAILS, THE FINGERNAILS YES THE NAILS ON THESE PARTICULAR FINGERS ARE LOOKING MIGHTY SPIFFY TODAY YES INDEED

·         He notices you painted them his favorite color and has to physically restrain himself from squealing like a schoolgirl because he loves that you love him lmao

·         Talks a major talk about what a ladykiller he is but the first time you take your clothes off and he sees your body in only soft lingerie he just stares in awe and appreciation

·         He thinks you don’t know (but you definitely know) he stole one of your silky pink camisoles and keeps it stuffed under his mattress.

·         He actually wasn’t being pervy, he holds it to him when he sleeps and breathes in that precious smell of delicate perfume and something distinctly you and it blisses him out no matter how stressed he is.

·         Always puts his arm around you in public or holds your hand

·         When its cold and you didn’t wear a jacket to school, he scolds you because he’s concerned for your health and comfort, and puts his jacket around your shoulders.

·         Will beat someone up just for looking at you wrong

·         Always is the guy who says he needs to “Defend your honor”

·         Its endearing but can be a bit much.

·         Always hitting Patrick for disrespecting you

·         Always being hit by Reggie for disrespecting you :^)

·         Is 90000% outraged when you confess an insecurity

·         “What on god’s green earth would you hate your tits for?! Have you fuckin seen them? Your body ‘so fine I’m havin to chase off every man in this damn town, cause they all want my girl.”

·         I think he’d be that boyfriend who if you wore a low cut shirt in public would walk around with his hand covering your cleavage cause that shits his eyes only thank you very much.

·         “Only yours?” you’d tease. “Damn straight.” he’d reply. “But what about Belch? N Pat n Vic?” you’d say, laughing. “OK, now listen here.”

·         Is totally fine sharing you but constantly refers to you as HIS girl.

·         Likes you to know who’s in charge.

·         One time you sucked his fingers clean after he fingered you and he is still recovering tbqh

·         Also one time you called him daddy in public and he came in his fccuccking pants.

·         You didn’t know what to get him for his birthday so you just had him over to spend the night and wore pretty underthings and had a night just the two of you.

·         You cut his hair. You’re always begging him to let you cut the fucking mullet off but he just won’t hear of it. He thinks he looks badass.

·         His hair is really soft tho and you put the mullet into a tiny braid and giggled endlessly.

·         He just quirked his eyebrow up at you and asked If he looked sexy.

·         Lives for validation

·         Tries to offer you aftercare but lowkey useless at it

  Patrick

Patricks are the dirtiest

·         Rarely allowed to be alone with you

·         Loves to say creepy shit just to watch you squirm

·         By far the most dominant and thinks aftercare is stupid lmao

·         He likes that you somewhat want to impress him

·         JEALOUS as hell of how much Henry adores you

·         And really, how much they all adore you

·         One time he got the sense that you might actually be real

·         Which freaks him out, and he can’t shake the feeling

·         He compensates for this by going out of his way to make you uncomfortable

·         Says creepy shit in public

·         Puts his hand up your skirt at the lunch table

·         More or less only touches you because he’s allowed to

·         He likes your hands a lot, he likes holding them, he likes when you touch him with them because they’re so gentle and soft

·         Comes and visits you at night because he just likes to be near you

·         At first it was unsettling but now you’re used to it and know he won’t try anything

·         As scared as everyone already is of the whole gang,

·         They’ll never fuck with you because Patrick is too damn scary

·         You had a one-on-one night once

·         The next day, the gang came over to hang out and you had welts on your chest from where Patrick dripped candle wax on you, bloodied bite marks on your collarbones and were limping

·         Belch punched him in the fucking face

·         He knows you probably liked it but the idea of Patrick getting too carried away without anyone there to stop him worries him

·         (I honestly think he’s just always looking for reason to punch Patrick lmao. If asked why, he’d shake his head and say “that boy ain’t right” mister fuckin hank hill)

·         He likes to brush your hair which is weird to the other guys but you seem ok with it, so…

·         The first time you met his mother she was visibly shocked that someone actually wanted to spend time around him yikes lmao

·         You wear one of his rings on a necklace because it slides off your fingers

·         Gets the roughest with you during sex and the guys are always wary of the fact that you actually seem to enjoy it.

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[vanosslirious]

Hey. it’s almost 4am, and I decided to write a first chapter thing to a Krii7y story that I’m thinking of writing, maybe, I’m not sure. I already decided on 3 stories for Krii7y, so this one might be 4, depends on which stories work out. :)

PAIRING: Krii7y (Kryoz x SMii7y)

WORD COUNT: 1393

WARNING: Soul mate AU. Secret Agents AU. Strangers-Friends-Lovers AU if expanded upon. Fluff. Swearing.

DISCLAIMER: If I do expand on this story, things will obviously be different from the way I written it now. It’ll probably be in 2019 tbh. If there’s any errors, I’m legit tired, it’s 4am, ffs. lol. Don’t mind them. Maybe I’ll fix it, maybe I won’t. Who knows. This is also inspired by prompts.

Maybe it was for the attention, maybe it was for the money, but it definitely wasn’t for the people.

Kryoz liked to tell himself this while standing on the sidelines with a semi-hot cup of coffee in his hand, the other tucked inside his coat pocket. It was seven in the morning, and he was called in from his comfortable bed to the outskirts of the city. The sun warmed the sky, but barely touched the ground a group of police officers were standing on near the dead body of a woman who was shot dead. Her body was colder than the coffee he was taking a sip of.

He wasn’t exactly a police officer, more of a agent, an agent of the government that he wasn’t supposed to speak out loud about. Information was valuable, and he’s been working in this field for several years. They always liked recruiting young. Something about revolutions needing to be strung high when the old workers die out. Whatever that meant.

He was hidden in the shadows mostly, given a bit of information in dossiers that are sent to him in either a physical copy or it would show up on his laptop when he would randomly scroll through the internet.

He forgot why he was brought in, but he did recall some bad times when he’d pass out constantly from bad habits that he blamed others for. He couldn’t remember those people that much, not like any of them would remember him. He had more money than any of their parents ever earned in the last twenty years. He never bragged, another thing he wasn’t supposed to disclose to random people on the street, or the past he never dug up.

It was getting tiring. Except he wasn’t allowed to resign. The only option is a bullet to his head, either on the field or inside an office with his bosses. Options he was considering while downing the rest of his cold coffee and scowling as he tossed the plastic cup on the ground. He managed to get several of the police officer’s gazes, but he could see how empty they were, or even how many questions they wanted to ask. Except they weren’t allowed to get too close to him, nor speak to him.

What did bother him about this entire thing was that he wasn’t the only fucking agent on this job. Three others were meant to arrive, since he was the first to appear, he only spotted one leaving a sleek black car that drove away minutes after he showed up, and the guy liked to talk.

Kryoz looked at him from across the parking lot near the dead body. The guy was younger than him with brown hair, a bit average height, and was wearing black and white sneakers, a black sweater and blue jeans. Something Kryoz wouldn’t have expected, nor any of the police officers. He’s seen more cleaner cut workers than him, but maybe that’s what appealed to Kryoz the most. The guy didn’t seem to give a shit what others thought of him. All he did was smile and gather information without looking toward Kryoz since he arrived. They always kept to their business, but he wasn’t stupid not to get more information on other agents. Some didn’t work in the same department as he did, others had different organizations to appease.

This guy was closer to him than he thought.

Jaren Smith.

He worked for another section, but Kryoz had never come upon him before. He was as hidden as he was. A little too happy and maybe immature for this job, but Kryoz was told the same thing a week ago by another employee. Something about sexual innuendos that Kryoz decided to block out and walk away from. He didn’t need to be lectured.

The crisp wind kissed Kryoz’s neck, and he let out a shiver. He took out his phone, stared at his new directives.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered.

Play nice with SMii7y.

He deleted the message. “How about no.”

“You’re quite preoccupied for someone who’s meant to be looking over the evidence of a dead girl.”

Kryoz blinked and looked up. Jaren stood in front of him, smiling. He hadn’t even noticed that he walked over to him during that time thinking about something he couldn’t remember.

Kryoz tucked his phone back into his pocket and said, “If it weren’t for the pay, this wouldn’t even be a thought.”

Jaren—no, SMii7y, stood beside him, looking over at the police officers as an ambulance finally showed itself. “The underworld has laws that we abide, but casualties do happen. It’s unavoidable, really.”

Kryoz frowned. Great. He should’ve known SMii7y worked for them. “This is going to be a problem.”

“Is it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I thought it would be funny, John, that’s your name, right?”

Kryoz stared as they zipped the dead body into a bag and picked her up by a stretcher and into a vehicle. He didn’t find anything out. The girl was a mystery to him until the news receives the information, but Kryoz can simply dig into other people’s files and find the answers himself. It’s going to ruin his day.

“Her soulmate died too,” SMii7y said, speaking as if they were friends.

“Soulmate?” Kryoz asked.

SMii7y nodded, his smile placid. “Yeah. When she got shot, he died in his sleep.” He looked at him, “that’s what happens with soulmates. I figured you’d know this since you were here before me.”

Kryoz shrugged. He did look at the body, but he didn’t see a mark. It stays on the body, like a strange infection that carries onward to their soulmate. A person with a similar marking that grows. Of course if one lived while the other died, than the marking will fade eventually until the other finds a new soulmate. Sometimes both die at the same time if they truly loved each other. They can feel each other’s pain, emotions, and rarely, thoughts.

Fate in this world was a crazy thing.

“I’ve been given orders to work with you,” SMii7y said, sticking his hand out to him.

Kryoz stared at it and mentally cursed his employees, his bosses, his warm bed that was now colder than the empty coffee cup on the cold ground. The parking lot becoming more empty as the police officers begin to leave.

With a sigh, Kryoz shakes his hand, and he noticed something a bit worse than waking up to a dead body.

SMii7y let go of his hand. “I’ll get in contact with you in a few days when I find more information. I’m not sure if this case is good enough for us, but it is a soulmate matter, maybe I can get some people to do it for us. Until then, it was nice meeting you.” He gave him one last smile before turning away and walking down the street.

Kryoz watched him until a car came up beside SMii7y and he got in. He stayed rooted to the pavement, unsure of what he saw, and how he felt about it. Taking a deep sigh, he lifted his sleeve and a mark sat on the inside of his wrist.

A slight square with a thin line going through it. He had it for several years, and now he knows why.

SMii7y had the same marking on his wrist. He worked in the same fucking building as him, so the mark grew by the proximity.

Kryoz closed his eyes and dropped his hand to his side. “I don’t even know him.” Annoyed, Kryoz called for a car and waited on the curb, when a silver car appeared and stopped before him. He got in, told the driver where to go, and stared down at his mark for most of the ride.

He’ll have to eventually tell SMii7y about this, or ask his boss to put a bullet inside his head before he could tell SMii7y, or he could figure out why they’re soulmates when they never met before.

He didn’t know why he was going along with this, he didn’t want it, but he might as well see what will happen if he says nothing at all.

Soulmates. He never thought he would find his.

[raindropsonroses123]

Tag game thing

Rules: answer 21 questions, tag 21 people

Tagged by @gawain-in-green thx 💕💕

Nickname: unfortunately, ‘loo-hoo’ or sometimes Captain Kirk

Zodiac: Scorpio

Height: 5’3” ish

Last movie I saw: all the way through was Cloud Atlas which was rlly good but I started watching Silence of the Lambs

Last thing I googled: the weather, I’m hoping for a snow day

Favorite musician: tbh,,,, fall out boy

Song stuck in my head: I’m in my school’s production of Curtains, so tragically it’s ‘He did it’

Other blogs: @deadrevolutionaries is a blog I have about les mis and Star Wars it’s kind of stupid but more popular than this one so

Do I get asks: not really

Following: idk how to find this on tumblr mobile, but like a lot

Followers: 341

Amount of sleep: 7 hours on most school nights, sometimes less sometimes more

Lucky number: 7

Dream Job: the person in science fiction movies who’s job it is to be an ambassador to alien cultures

What I’m wearing: jean shorts and a jmu sweatshirt my sister gave me

Favorite food: chips and salsa

Can I play an instrument: I can play a little violin, have in the past played cello for a few months, know a few chords on the guitar, and have been playing piano for 11 years

Languages: English and a tiny bit of German

Favorite songs: right now, ‘you should see me in a crown’ by Billie eilish and the soundtrack to Anastasia

Random fact: I’m writing an English paper on a Stephen King novel and I’m really regretting it because there is not anywhere near enough actual literary analysis

Describe yourself with aesthetic things: bell bottom jeans, books missing covers, prayer cards, spotlights, beat up sneakers, summer days

I tag: anyone who wants to try, and because I’m lazy here are the last few people in my activity:

@darya-the-magnificent-goblin @laropasucia @everestv @thisisrealthisismeme @bitchfisto & @davey-jacobsofficial

[tear-her-aus]

Karma’s a Bitch - pt 6

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4    Part 5    Part 6    Part 7     Part 8

Summary: Closure. That’s what you needed to finally forget that memory of your past. A memory that shaped you into becoming the person you are today. Perhaps you wouldn’t find closure, but instead closure in the form of a boy would find you.

Pairing: Jimin x female reader 

WC: 4.5k

Warnings: Low self esteem, physical abuse and sexual assault (Probably just in this part)

 A/N: Tbh this chapter just happened. I don’t know why or how, but it ended like this. Some thoughts of Y/N, however, are important in order to understand the way she feels about herself. 

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Part 6

It was Saturday which meant you didn’t have to go train today. Back when you first started with this lifestyle, you used to go to the gym every day, but later when you actually learned some things, you realized it wasn’t the best thing to do. Surely, fit people would say one must exercise every day to maintain the body in perfect state, but professionals have told you otherwise. In fact, training everyday wasn’t as healthy as most people believed since the body, in specific muscles, sometimes needed time to recover from the constant tearing they are exposed to. Muscles as well as the brain -and even the heart- need to rest in order for it to have a better performance in the future. Knowing this fact led you to give the weekends to yourself, not to your body. 

Even though you didn’t have to train, today was a busy day since you had decided on meeting Namjoon and Jin, and later on having your second date with Jimin. Both activities made you feel excited in different ways. Wondering if you should tell Namjoon and Jin about Jimin, you paced back and forth in your bedroom while drinking a cup of coffee. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust them, but the fact that like any other girl, you were nervous of what their reaction would be. Evaluating the possible scenarios, you figured Jin would most likely tease you while Namjoon would show concern before asking you to introduce Jimin to them. In conclusion, it would be embarrassing and awkward in the best-case scenario. You knew you had to tell them because if you didn’t, they would assume you could spend the whole day with them, which in fact you couldn’t. 

Sighing, you finished the remains of coffee on your cup and picked up your phone, entering the group chat you had with Jin and Namjoon. Reading the conversation, it seemed you’ll be having a movie marathon at Joon’s. You hoped all of you would be able to pick movies fast enough to be able to actually watch at least one before you had to leave to your date.  To reach Namjoon’s house on time, you had to get ready in about one hour, giving you the perfect time to pick a cute outfit for your date with Jimin. You still didn’t know why you wanted to look cute on dates, but you wondered if it was the fact that you wanted some duality to your boring and serious self. Before you got to socialize at the GYM, you were quiet and serious all the time, and it wasn’t until you talked to some people that their perception of you changed. Still, you thought their perception didn’t broaden enough, which increased your self-description list to boring, serious, and a little sociable. You didn’t complain of your list since it’s what you get from being the way you are, but deep inside sometimes you wanted to be more than that. Truly, cuteness wasn’t the answer or quality you wanted to add permanently to your list, yet sometimes a girl just wants to feel pretty, and for you, being cute was a step towards achieving that. Besides, it isn’t as if you want to act cute like some stupid girls tend to behave, but you wanted the cute look they had. It wasn’t because of Jimin that you wanted this change. It was because you wanted to feel what it felt like to change for once, to upgrade yourself with new features. 

Having these thoughts in mind, you walked towards your closet and picked up a white dress that had colorful little flowers all over it. This dress was less plain than the one you used yesterday, and you asked yourself why you didn’t pick this one for yesterday’s date. Perhaps it was because the dress was hidden so deep in your closet that you forgot of its existence. It hasn’t been worn before because when you first received it from your mother, you didn’t feel confident enough to wear it. Now, trying it on to see its fit changed your perspective from before. It wasn’t that now you were confident enough, but you were more confident than that time, thinking of your effort so far as the cause of it.  This time you tried picking up a pair of shoes that you wouldn’t regret wearing later, resulting in a pair of golden flats. Being a sneakers’ type of girl, you didn’t like using flats at all, but thinking it was the best match for your “cute look,” you told yourself it was the best option. Wanting to add extra care to your outfit, you picked a beige cardigan from your closet and a pair of golden earrings to match with your flats. Looking back at your cardigan, you remembered Jimin’s, which laid perfectly placed on the chair in front of your window. Wondering if you should just wear his sweater and return it to him later instead of carrying two sweaters, you decided on doing just that. So, placing your beige cardigan once again in the closet, you grabbed Jimin’s and placed it on the bed right beside the other items of your picked outfit. Smiling to yourself, you thought it was all set for you to start getting ready, but you thought maybe doing something to your hair would be nice. You didn’t want to take too long getting ready, considering now you only have 40 minutes to get to Namjoon’s, so you thought of just using a golden metal headband which had leaves as a design. Putting on all the objects that were scattered on you bed, you were now almost ready to go, except that your mind was telling you to apply some make up. You didn’t like using make up since it somehow made your face feel tired, but you lowkey wanted to do it at least today. Not wanting to overdo it, you only applied a little foundation all over your face, some mascara on your eyelashes, and some lip tint to give your lips a lovely pink color to it.

To look at yourself better, you went to your bathroom to look at your whole-body reflection. You didn’t think you would be satisfied with what was reflected, but you were. In fact, you weren’t only satisfied, but you lowkey knew you looked pretty, more than what you would like to admit. Smiling for the first time at your reflection, you spun around and went back to your room to get your purse and phone before leaving your house with an unusual smile plastered on your face.

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 Reaching Namjoon’s apartment and knocking on his door, you were faced with no response.  You frowned and wondered if maybe they didn’t hear you, so you knocked once again. Soon enough, you heard footsteps approach you from the other side of the door. The door was suddenly opened, and you smiled once you saw Jin standing at the door. He was looking back at the apartment shouting to Namjoon that you had arrived when his eyes landed on you. You wished you haven’t seen his change of expression because now you felt like an idiot. Wondering if you looked ridiculous trying to act girly, you tried to ignore Jin’s expression while you entered the apartment. Walking as fast as you could, you tried to reach Namjoon’s living room before Jin questioned you, but he was fast enough to stop you by grabbing your arm with his slim hand. “Stop right there.”

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath

“What was that?” Jin asked teasingly.

“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes. “What do you want, Jin?  I want to greet Namjoon!”

“Not wanting to greet me again, huh? Turn around and greet me properly first,” he commanded.

You knew you had no escape from this, so you slowly turned around. Leaving your hands beside your body you said, “Hi Jin.” He didn’t reply, instead his eyes wandered your body up and down.

“W..hat are you doing? Stop staring at me like that!” you said defensively and feeling weird at how Jin was looking at you.

“I can’t, Y/N! You look stunning!”

You felt your cheeks getting red at Jin’s comment when you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. “What is this about Y/N looki-” Namjoon cut himself mid-sentence when you turned around.

“Guys please, stop looking at me like that! I’m feeling weird,” you said with your hands covering your face out of embarrassment.

“Sorry,” said Namjoon. “It’s just that it’s…. unusual seeing you wearing a dress.”

“I know!” you said, with your hands still on your face.

“Nevertheless, you look amazing,” said Namjoon, making you look up at him and seeing him smiling down at you.

“Thanks… so umm guys about today…”

“Don’t tell us you are ditching us, Y/N!” said Jin, not letting you finish your sentence.

“I’m not. Don’t worry. It’s just that I won’t be able to stay all day long,” you tried to explain.

“Why not?” said Jin whining.

“Umm… OH! Namjoon, did you buy new cushions?” you tried changing topics while managing to get to the living room.

“Yes, I did, but don’t change topics. Why can’t you stay?” he asked determined to get an answer from you. You simply threw yourself in one of the couches with a sigh. Both Jin and Namjoon sat across from you, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I might have not told you guys, but I met this guy…” you cut yourself, wanting that simple sentence to explain everything.

“I knew it,” said Namjoon.

“What?” you asked surprised, wondering how he figured it out.

“Look at you. You wouldn’t dress like that just for us,” he said as a matter of fact.

“But how did you jump to that conclusion? It could have been an interview, you know,” you argued, trying to add other possible options to counteract his argument.

“I know you too well, remember? Besides, you have showed the same behavior before.”

“I… have? ” you asked unsure.

“Yes,” said both Namjoon and Jin in unison.

“Oh…”

“Keep going,” said Namjoon, indicating for you to keep talking.

“Well, I met him about a month ago at the GYM, and we started off by training together,”

“Uh-huh,” said Jin sort of indicating for you to keep going.

“And yesterday he asked me out on a date,” you finished.

“So, are you having your first date with him today?” asked Jin.

“Well, no… We had our first date yesterday,” you explained.

“Let me get this straight: He asked you yesterday on a date and you went without telling us anything?” asked Jin with a fake hurt expression.

“Stop teasing her, Jin” said Namjoon once he saw your shocked expression. “So, you have another date today, am I right?” he continued, focusing on you again.

You simply nodded while playing with your fingers. Even though they were your friends, you felt nervous talking about this type of subjects with them. But, at the same time, you didn’t want to hide it from them.

“Hey. Look at me,” said Namjoon.

“Us,” corrected Jin. And so, you did. You lifted your head and both of them were smiling, not in a teasing way but in a happy way. They looked genuinely happy for you, so you smiled as well.

“I’m happy for you, Y/N. I’m glad you’re moving on,” Namjoon said.

“Me too… but you have to tell us more about him,” continued Jin with a teasing smile.

“Okay. Um… his name is Park Jimin,” you said and not a second had passed when they looked at each other with a knowing look, so you continued. “It’s a common name, don’t worry. I was shocked at first but how can it be the same person, right?” you tried to sound convinced, but it was most of a question, so you could feel reassured that it couldn’t be possible.

“Yeah, it’s a common name,” Namjoon answered looking back at you reassuringly.

“Well, yeah… umm there’s isn’t much to tell about him. We’ve just started to know each other,” you tried to finish the conversation, not wanting to be interrogated too much about Jimin. Probably sensing your awkwardness, Namjoon nodded his head while getting up and asking Jin to help him to get finished the snacks they were preparing before you arrived. Jin understood immediately and followed Namjoon, but not before patting your shoulder with a smile on his face. You asked them if you could help, but they said they were almost ready, so instead they asked you to pick the first movie. Picking a comedy on Netflix, you waited for them to join you. It didn’t take them long before they entered the living room with a pair of trays with delicious pastries on them. Waiting for them to sit down beside you, you pressed play, and the three of you enjoyed a simple yet comfy movie marathon.

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To say you paid any attention to the movies was a lie. You have been texting Jimin for about the whole three hours you have been at Joon’s. It wasn’t that you had a hot topic to make such a big conversation, but the fact that you and Jimin seemed to find it easy to talk to each other. You simply talked about everything that came into your minds, which involved deep talk at its maximum expression. Regularly, you wouldn’t talk about your deepest thoughts with anyone, but there was something about Jimin that drove you to open up to him. Off course you didn’t tell him things you kept well locked in your heart since they were topics you would rather tell him in the future, and most likely in person. At some point, you noticed Jin’s and Namjoon’s glances at your direction, which made you think they were getting mad at your constant texting, but once you confronted them about it, they proved the opposite by facing you with a reassuring smile. You smiled back and looked once more at your phone. It was almost time for your second date with Jimin, so you told your friends you should probably start heading out. Several texts back, Jimin had told you to meet him at a park that was nearby Namjoon’s house. Standing up, you headed towards the bathroom to check yourself, and thinking you looked presentable enough, you bid goodbye and headed towards the door, but not without encouraging words from both Jin and Namjoon. Jin had asked you if you wanted him to accompany you to the park, but you told him you would be fine on your own. 

As soon as you walked out from Namjoon’s building, the breeze hit you hard, making you shake from the coldness of that day, so you decided to put Jimin’s sweater on. You couldn’t help but engulf yourself in the warmness and delicious smell the sweater emanated. Men’s fragrances were a weakness for you, and since you had a sensitive sense of smell, you would often associate smells with people. For instance, you tend to associate Jin with a fresh smell, not too sweet and not too strong. It was a smell as free as leaves and as free as his personality. Namjoon, on the other hand, usually smelled like soap which you though really suited him well since he was a simple man. Now, Jimin’s was another thing, it was a smell that drove you crazy, and for some reason you think you remember having smelled it before, but you didn’t know where. It probably was a common cologne that a stranger might have used while walking beside you on the street, so you didn’t think too hard on it and simply enjoyed its sweetness. Breaking from your thoughts, you realized you arrived at your destination, so you looked for Jimin but didn’t seem to find him. You checked your phone but there were no messages, so you decided to wait for him by sitting on a bench. Not a minute had passed when you felt two hands covering your eyes. You smiled knowing exactly who it was and tried to free his hands from your eyes, but for some reason they wouldn’t let go. You thought it was odd, but thinking it might be a surprise, you didn’t try taking his hands off anymore. He took one of his hands off while maintaining one hand still covering your vision, and with his free hand, he indicated for you to stand up and turn around in his direction. Following the instructions of his hand, you turned around and waited nervously. Upon finishing turning around, you felt two strong lips crash into yours with force. Trying to free yourself, you tried backing up, but both his hands had gone to your back, caging you in his arms. Opening your eyes in shock, you realized this man was not Jimin, so you desperately hit his chest trying to free yourself. You managed to free your lips from his but not without his teeth biting upon your bottom lip. Looking into your attacker’s face, you realized it was a complete stranger which made you feel totally scared. You tried to free yourself with all your force, but since your arms where trapped by his embrace, you couldn’t move at all. The stranger smiled with a repugnant smile, and you felt one of his hands moving down until it reached your butt. Shocked, you looked around to see if anyone might help you, but it seemed that no one was around. The stranger didn’t waste his time and started touching your butt with his disgusting hand and descending to reach the hem of your dress. 

At this point you were desperate, so you started shouting for help, but the stranger silenced you with a slap. He slapped you so hard that you fell to the ground with force. Trying to escape from your attacker, you stood up as fast as you could and tried to run in the direction opposite to him, but as soon as you started running, you crashed into a hard surface. You realized it was a man’s chest, so you panicked and tried to run sideways. He placed a hand on your shoulder, so you slapped it and tried to run, but then again, a certain smell made you stay where you were. You hadn’t realized the man had been saying your name until now. Looking up, you recognized Jimin’s face. His face showed worry, but once he registered your face, it turned into complete anger. He seemed to have acknowledged what was happening before his arrival, and his eyes went from yours to someone behind you, probably your attacker. Silently, he mumbled something to you that sounded like “stay here,” and in a second he was running. Turning around, you saw Jimin run towards the repulsive guy and grab him by his collar with one fist while hitting his face with his other fist. Frozen in place, you saw Jimin constantly hitting the other guy, until your senses hit you again, making you run towards him and grab the arm he was using to hit the now bloody man. Jimin suddenly looked at you with a stare that made chills go over your entire body, so you backed away from him. He seemed to come back to himself the moment he saw you backing away and with a simple move, he let go of the guy and approached your shaking figure, his face showing concern once again. Reaching you, he tried to touch your face, but you flinched without thinking. His hand stopped midair and he looked at his fist and then at your face once again.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. A… Are you okay?”

You didn’t think you could manage to say anything but somehow you were able to reply.

“I… I don’t know,” you answered looking down at your shoes, feeling embarrassed for some reason. “Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we get out of here?”

“Yeah,” he answered without a heartbeat and took your hand to guide you out of that place. You were glad he took your hand since otherwise you wouldn’t have managed to move at all. Letting him guide you, you tried not to think of anything at all, yet memories of the attack kept coming to your mind, so you decided to focus on the warmness Jimin’s hand emanated. Jimin seemed to stop walking, and you looked at him to see what was going on. He turned to face you, searching your eyes once again.

“Did he��” he didn’t finish his question, but you knew what he was trying to ask.

“No, I’m okay,” you tried regaining your posture and look at him in the eyes.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No… no. I’m perfectly fine, really,” you lied.

Jimin didn’t seem to believe you and once again he tried touching your face, and this time you let him. He caressed your cheek lightly. “You are bleeding.”

“What?” you were confused, but now you felt the sharp pain in both your bottom lip and your left cheekbone. “Ouch,” you couldn’t help but say.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. I’m-”

“Jimin, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. Sometimes shit just happens”

“But-”

“It’s okay,”

“No, Y/N. It’s not okay. He hurt you and I should have been there to stop him from hurting you,” he looked down. He really looked worried, sad even, and you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for what happened.

“Jimin, but you did.”

He looked up once again, and before you knew it, he was hugging you. His hug gave you the comfort you didn’t know you needed at the moment, and you let yourself be lost in his strong arms. You didn’t know how much time had passed but it felt like hours, and even though you didn’t want to, you broke the hug. Looking at his concerned face, you smiled up at him. His concerned face broke into a small smile, telling you he too was okay now. His hug gave you the energy you needed to recover from your past shock, and so you grabbed his hand once again and started walking.

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Jimin let himself be guided by Y/N until they reached her apartment. When she opened her door, he was about to bid her goodbye, but she pulled him inside with her. At first, he didn’t know what to do, for she hasn’t said anything since he hugged her in the street. She let go of his hand and told him to wait for her in the living room. He sat on one of the couches and looked around her place. He didn’t want to pry but couldn’t help his desire to know more about her, even if it only meant looking around her living room. A few minutes passed by, and she came back with a plastic box that looked like a first aid kit. She placed it on the table and opened it, taking a bottle of alcohol and a few cotton balls. Without thinking about it, Jimin took one of the cotton balls and applied some alcohol to it. Y/N looked at him with questioning eyes, but he only said, “This is going to hurt a bit.” Placing his free hand on her cheek and raising the other one, he started patting the cotton on her split lip. Y/N winced a bit but remained calm at his treatment. He couldn’t help himself but wonder how she got such a bad injury. What could that man have done to her to end like this? He didn’t want to ask but his mouth betrayed him. “How did this happen?”

She looked down at her lap and took a big amount of air.

“Well, I arrived earlier, so I decided to sit on a bench and wait for you,” she started narrating the events of that day. He listened calmly to how he tricked and kissed her without her consent. “I tried to break free but couldn’t since the man was caging me in his arms…” she explained before pausing. “I realized it wasn’t you, so I tried to break free with more force. I managed to break my arms free, but his teeth held my lip so hard it must have split.” Jimin felt himself going red from anger. He was so angry at the man. It wasn’t jealousy what drove him mad but anger at this world and at men all together. How could men take women by force? That was just uncivilized, animal behavior at its best. She continued, “He start-” she paused, before starting again, “I felt so desperate by then, so I started screaming. The man did let go of me, but soon after, he slapped me… I lost balance and fell to the floor, and all I could think to do was run, so I did. That’s when I found you.” THAT PIECE OF TRASH HIT HER? Jimin was so mad right now. He wanted nothing more than to look for that man I give him what he deserved, but his concern for Y/N was stronger than any thoughts of anger he had, so he continued cleaning her lip. “I’m sorry this happened to you,” was all he managed to say.

“No, thank you for being there,” she held one of his hands.

“But- ”

“Don’t. Let’s just forget about this, okay? I don’t want to think about it anymore,” she sighed.

“Yeah, off course,” he placed the cotton ball on the table.

“Instead, why don’t we watch some movies?” she offered.

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“Hum… I don’t know. Let’s see what we can find.”

“Sounds good”

With that, Y/N turned the TV on and started changing channels until she found a movie that seemed to be starting. It seemed pretty interesting, so Jimin found himself caught in the plot of the movie. Both of you had been watching the movie for a few minutes, and Jimin would cast several glances in Y/N’s direction until he noticed she was fighting sleep off. He found it adorable to watch but thought it would be better to let her rest, so when she dozed off, he picked her up and carried her to the room he assumed was her bedroom. Luckily, he was right, so he placed her on the bed and put a blanket over her. He gave her a last look before turning around to leave, but something stopped him. Y/N’s hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving. He turned around to see what was the matter, but her eyes remained closed. “Stay?” was all she said. Jimin couldn’t deny he was happy she would ask him to stay, but he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, so he decided to stay until she fell asleep.

“Okay,” he answered and sat on the bed beside her sleeping form. He sat there for a few minutes until he heard her voice again. “Come closer.”

“But… I’m close enough,” his reason tried to refrain his instincts.

“Come here,” she said, gesturing the space beside her.

Jimin’s instincts, or feelings, took over now. He laid beside her slowly. He noticed they were really close together, their breaths fanning each other’s faces, counting the seconds that passed until he too fell asleep.

A/N: Spoiler for next chapter: Y/N finds something shocking about Jimin! Keep going, after chapter 7, the story starts taking its real course.