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gyuwoncheol · 10 months ago
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Vantage Point | Meet the Characters & Series Masterlist
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Status: Begins tomorrow (January 20)!
Pair: Mingyu × f.reader
Summary: Pulling off the "No Strings Attached" arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn't realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.
Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]
Author’s Note: Please take time to read this before starting the series ☺️
Hello, my darlings! Finally getting round to posting this after missing the commited date last time due to covid. But welcome!!! 🥳 This is the first story to my Snap Shoot universe! Before you get into it, let me just point a few things. This is the first time I'm ever creating a universe with interwoven stories, and while I've done SMAUs before, this is the first one I've done for SVT and the first time I'm also this adventurous about it. It's definitely very different from what I post on here but I'm having lots of fun putting it together. I know it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this is very much a work of fiction. This is an AU. While Korea may be the assumed setting for this series, it is not explicitly defined. I'm also trying to avoid using lots of Korean cultural references (maybe except for food) such as use of honorifics like "hyung". While many of my other works refrain from over-describing oc's physical features, you may find that in this series (and universe), oc's features will inevitably be defined. You'll find that the visuals of the characters and the aesthetic of the photos/social media posts will be Korean/ Asian. It's a SMAU, so i'll have to place photos and these photos must maintain consistent. I absolutely do not mean any ill intention of being non-inclusive (I don't even fit the same aesthetic as oc).
Again, it's a work of fiction, while I want you to relate to oc, kindly also allow me breathing space to build the character. If you feel uncomfortable at any point in the series, you are very much welcome to stop/unfollow. As mentioned, this is a SMAU, but it contains several chapters which are purely written narrations. All edits (texts, social media posts, etc.) were done by me, however some photos (esp those of Y/N) are from the web, if they are yours, please let me know so that I may credit you or remove the photo. The texts are all done on light mode. Deal with it. This follows a FWB trope, expect lots of smut and suggestive content— specific smut warnings will be available in chapters where they are present, along with other necessary warnings. This series will have lots of fluff and lots of crackhead nonsense humor. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Biggest shoutout to my dearest friend @wongyuseokie who has been nothing but supportive through all of this and through all my dramatic Mingy-induced meltdowns. I love you more than you’ll ever know ♥️
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Meet the Characters
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Mingyu: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography, yn/Camie's best friend since childhood
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Yn: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography with Mingyu, Mingyu's best friend since childhood. Nicknamed "Camie" by her group of friends for her highly concerning camera collection/obsession.
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Seokmin: Sophomore, studying Film & Photography, same friend group as mingyu and yn, Mingyu & Wonwoo's housemate
Soonyoung: technically a year older than the 3, but currently a Sophomore with Gyu, Cam and Seokmin after shifting into their major
Wonwoo: Junior, studying Film & Photography as well, Mingyu's guy best friend and housemate in The Man Cave, a brotherly figure to OC, Soonyoung's former classmate in highschool
The Man Cave: shared house near their university where Mingyu, Wonwoo and Seokmin live, and Soonyoung often crashes.
✨Other characters/members will come as the series progresses.
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Series Masterlist
To be populated as each chapter is posted. There is no posting schedule. Chapters will just get uploaded as they come.
Teaser
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five 🔞
Chapter Six 🔞
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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Tag List!
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jazzthatonewriterchick · 7 months ago
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Playin’ Games (Choso x Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]
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Pairing: Choso Kamo x Self-Insert!Reader (Friends to Lovers & Forbidden Love)
Synopsis: In which your brother's best friend calls from his business trip to play a game of truth or dare over a Skype call, but it quickly turns into something else once your brother heads to bed and naughty pics and strip teasing get involved.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; No Curse AU; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Musician!Choso; Truth or Dare; Alcohol Consumption; Lowkey Flirting; Sending Nudes; Sexual Tension; Strip Tease; Fingering; Clit Stimulation; Facefucking; Blood Play; Feral MDom!Choso; fsub!Reader; Almost Caught; Sneaky Sex; Hold The Moan; Cowgirl; Spit Play; Spanking; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Aftercare 
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Thank you again for @curiouscutie143 for asking me to write this for a commission & continuing to trust me to write about her fucking 2D animated characters lmaoo. I hope you enjoy! -Jazz
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“I dare you to go to the kitchen without using your feet.”  “How in the hell am I supposed to do that?” Choso asks, dumbfounded. 
“You’ve got an ass, dontcha?” your brother shoots back from behind his laptop. Choso looks at you and then at your brother, completely done. “What are you, twelve?” he scoffs.
Your brother smirks at the screen while you giggle in the background, busy scrolling on Twitter while you watch this stupid game unfold on Zoom. “Thirteen, actually,” he answers. “Now you finna do it or not?” 
Choso sighs, but pushes himself back from his computer desk in his spacious hotel suite and angles the camera to his MacBook Air down so you and your bro can see him. With his back to you, he lowers himself down to the ground and scoots to the kitchenette on his very toned and firm behind like a dog without once ever using his feet. 
Your bro laughs wildly at this, slapping his knee. “You look so dumb!” he cackles. You can’t help but giggle too, having watched them play ‘Truth or Dare’ on the app he and Choso are connected on for rounds. Despite being grown-ass adults, they’re still kids at heart. 
You can’t help but love their relationship. Despite Choso being larger than life as a musician and the opposite of your brother (stoic and quiet while your bro is wild and a damn near crackhead), he never once treated your bro any differently when he started blowing up. Their decade-old friendship has only grown over time. That includes making calls when Choso is on business trips. 
Right now, he is an hour away from where you are for a press conference tour. “It’s for a damn movie cameo,” he sighed when he told you and your bro the news. “It’s only for three days, but trust and believe, I don’t wanna go.” To keep him company, your bro called him in his hotel room and suggested a game to pass the time on a boring Saturday night. 
When he gets to the kitchen, Choso gets up and goes into the fridge for some chilled wine. You watch his muscles flex underneath his shirt and his toned ass in his sweats. His black hair is styled in a mullet and hangs slightly in his face, his piercings (one on the eyebrow, the other pierced in his bottom lip) glint at you, and his arms sinewy with muscles and ink always have the girls wet…including you.
He then walks back to his laptop and he sits back down.  “Y/N, how do you approve of your brother’s childish behavior?” he sighs as he pops open the wine.
“Because she’s just as childish as me,” your brother chuckles. You smack him on the arm. “Not true, dickhead,” you grumble. “Only because it’s fun watchin’ you do all of these stupid dares…plus I can see that those squats are workin’ for you, Choso.” 
Choso gives you an almost bashful smile while your brother gives you a disgusted look. “Ew, Y/N,” he comments. “Stop tryin’ to fuck my friend.” You gape at him, scoffing. “Says the main one who’s been tryin’ to fuck my friends since high school!” you scoff and kick at him. “Slut.” 
Choso laughs as your brother tries to hit you back, but knocks his beer over. He swears, jumping off of the couch and under the coffee table to clean it up. “Thank you, Y/N,” Choso says through the screen in that smooth, soft, deep voice you’re so addicted to. “Maybe one day, I’ll invite you to my kickboxing classes, though I think I’d be a better instructor.” You think you imagine it, but you believe you see him wink at you. 
“I’m sure you would,” you reply, not meaning it to come off so seductive, but it just does. You see his gorgeous eyes, dark and intoxicating, briefly flit down to your cleavage that has been exposed from under your robe. All you’re wearing underneath it are your sweats and a cami…without a bra. Though it’s your usual sleep attire, Choso’s gaze makes you feel like it’s lingerie. 
“Whatcha say, Y/N?” your bro asks. “You made me drop my damn beer!” He shoves you out of the way and you quickly close your robe. “Just about Choso possibly inviting me to a kickboxing class just to show me up.” 
Choso raises his hands in mock offense. “Guilty as charged,” he chuckles. “So whose turn is it now?” He jumps right back into the game like he wasn’t just flirting with you and eyeing down his best friend’s sister. 
That’s another thing that’s grown over time: your relationship with Choso. You’ve always had a crush on him, but since growing up, that crush has only intensified when you began to see how fine he was. You don’t recall quite when the flirting started, but when it did, neither one of you could stop. 
You couldn’t get enough of it: the sly looks at each other over your brother’s shoulder when you go out together or whenever Choso visits; the lowkey, flirtatious compliments you throw at each other; the playful arguments; the small touches on the arm or the back, innocent and comforting but exciting. You feel in your gut that Choso feels the same way you do for him, but you don’t dare bring it up or acknowledge your feelings because of your brother. It would make things too awkward and uncomfortable, you’re sure! So you keep quiet. 
You groan, tossing your phone aside once you look at the time: 9:15 PM. “Can y’all stop here for now? Y’all have been playin’ this for over an hour!” Your brother, tipsy, narrows his eyes at you. “Hell no!” he exclaims. “Drunk truth or dare is the best! And you not even playin’, so why are you complainin’ ‘bout it?” 
You glare at him and plunk him in the head with your thumb and forefinger. “Because, smartass, I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 8 AM and I need to be up at 7 to get ready.” Choso scowls at the idea of this as he sips his wine. “A work meeting on a Sunday?” he asks. “Where do you work, Y/N? In Hell?” 
“Yes,” you joke, earning the sexiest laugh you’ve ever heard from him. “It’s some kind of team meeting my office does every month to check in on everybody and see if we have any issues with the company. It’s fine, just as long as it’s virtual which it always is.” 
Choso smiles happily at you, the sight of it almost blinding and tortuous. Why is this man so fine yet so unavailable?! “Congrats again on that promotion! I knew you’d get in eventually. I’m sure it was the pencil skirts instead of your brains.” He smirks teasingly at you. “Oh, yes, definitely,” you giggle. “And the heels.” 
That piques Choso’s interest intensely. “Oh, heels, hm?” he thoughtfully hums. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in heels before.” 
Your brother rolls his eyes, not at all catching onto what’s happening between you two. “Can y’all stop talkin’ ‘bout shoes and get on with the next game?” he huffs. “It’s my turn!”
Choso’s eyes trail over to you sitting behind your brother, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Actually…Y/N, you sure you don’t wanna play? We can just do truths with you if you’re not comfortable with dares. I’d feel bad to see you just sittin’ there without playing one round.” 
“Uh…” You think about it for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, especially since you don’t go to bed until 10 PM. Plus, the look in Choso’s eyes is getting to you…like he wants you to stay. “Sure, why the hell not?” You shrug, earning a joyous smile. “Truth or dare then?” your brother asks.
You look at Choso, who is already looking at you, on the screen. “Truth.” Your bro presses the button on his phone and laughs at the truth prompt written. “Who was your childhood crush?” he reads. “No celebrities or 2D animated characters allowed. Damn, this app is stirrin’ the pot!” 
Your eyes widen, panic striking you. How are you supposed to answer that when the man sitting here on call with you is your childhood crush? Not to mention how awkward the truth would make things. “Uh…” You trail off, the silence thickening as the two wait for your response. 
You can almost feel Choso’s eyes burning into you. You look away to your bro instead to avoid breaking out into a sweat. “Don’t laugh,” you begin, “but it was my second-grade bully. I thought about kissing him so many times even though he kept pullin’ my braids in class.” 
“Oh, yeah, I remember that guy,” your brother responds. “You gave him that anonymous V-Day card you made in art class that one time in third grade, right?” You nod, giggling. “Yeah!” you laugh. “He told me he still had it in eighth grade! By that time, he was sweet.” 
“Well, that’s cute,” Choso’s says, sounding odd. You can’t put your finger on why. “I remember I got an anonymous V-Day card in third grade too, but never found out who it was. What a coincidence.” You chew on your bottom lip and your body becomes hot with shame for lying. Choso knows damn well that you a damn lie because you gave that anonymous V-Day card to him all those years ago. 
“I-I’m gonna go get a drink,” you weakly say and hurry from the couch to the kitchen. You’re glad to have some privacy and to pour yourself some wine from the fridge. You take three greedy sips, letting it calm your rapidly beating heart. You should’ve never agreed to do this. It’s too awkward. Too tense. Maybe going to bed is a better idea. Maybe– 
“Oh, shit!” your overly-dramatic brother yells out. Immediately, you run back into the living room after nearly dropping your glass. “What is it?” you huff. “What happened?” Your bro hands you his phone as he opens his second beer. “Read this dare for Choso!” he guffaws. 
You take the phone and read it aloud for Choso to hear: “‘I dare you to take a thirst trap photo and post it on all of your social media accounts.’.” You gape at Choso who looks just as perplexed as you. Why is this game so horny?! 
Your bro smirks at Choso on the laptop. “Well, you gon’ do it, Cho?” he cackles. “You’ve gotta do what the app says unless you too pussy.” The black-haired, tatted stud contemplates this as he sips his wine. 
“Don’t listen to him, Choso,” you huff, slapping your sibling on the back of the neck. “He’s just bein’ a dick as usual.” 
But Choso is already standing up, angling the computer camera up so you can see him. “Nah, I’ll do it. Have you ever known me as someone who backs down from a challenge, Y/N?” He gives you a slight wink that even you almost missed and your mouth goes dry like the Sahara desert when he reaches for his shirt. Before you realize it, you’re watching him lift his shirt over his head and expose his impressive, toned body. 
Inked abs. Tatted biceps. Pecs and pierced, pink nipples you want to suck on. Your eyes run greedily down his form as takes his phone and snaps a quick picture, the flash on his phone going off. “There, happy?” he asks. Your brother shakes his head. “Post it or it ain’t happen!” he demands. Choso rolls his eyes but does as he’s told and takes a moment to type some things on his phone. 
Minutes later, your and your bro’s phones go off, signaling the arrival of new notifications. Your brother erupts with laughter, throwing his head back. “There it goes!” he laughs. “Damn, Cho, you been workin’ out on your trip?” 
You go to IG and sure enough, there it is: the thirst trap that is now making rounds and generating thousands of likes and horny comments below. So many people talking about how they’d let Choso fold them like lawn chairs and use their holes up. You definitely understand and relate, your mind going to crazy places as you stare at his abs and his hair that you want to yank on while he fucks you. “Damn,” you whisper. 
“See somethin’ you like, Y/N?” Choso asks, his voice washing you in heat and tingles. You don’t look at him, too afraid that he’ll see you drooling or you may start fucking your brother’s laptop. You have no choice but to keep your thighs clamped shut and your mind straight despite the sips of wine you take as the game rolls on.
At some point, as time goes on, your brother gets tired and drags his drunk ass upstairs, leaving you and Choso alone. You feel like you should hang up the call and go to sleep, but you find yourself staying with your wine glass half empty. “So what are you gonna do now?” Choso asks after a beat of awkward silence. “Go to bed?” At this point, he has put his shirt back on, much to your dismay. 
“I’m more interested in talkin’ to you,” you say and then flush at your boldness. Usually, you’re not afraid to shoot your shot first, but to do it to Choso so brazenly makes you feel odd. Or maybe it’s just the wine talking. “I-I mean, it’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, y’know?” 
Choso looks like he’s happy you made the first move regardless. He rests his chin on his knuckles, staring you down from behind the screen. “So what’s this about your childhood crush bein’ your bully?” he asks. You nearly choke as you sip your wine, feeling warmer and bubblier the more you drink. “Damn, you get straight to it.” 
Choso flushes, his pale skin turning red. “Sorry, it’s the alcohol. I can stop if you want me to, but it’s kinda buggin’ me, especially since my childhood crush was you for so many years…which I probably wouldn’t have said if it wasn’t for the wine.” 
You gape at him, shocked. “Really?” you softly ask. “I…didn’t know that.” He gives you a sheepish smile. “That’s ‘cause I didn’t want anyone to know,” he explains. “But we’re both grown and mature…most of the time, anyway. I think you can handle a little crush from when we were kids, right?” 
You go quiet, letting this information wash over you. Despite the flirting you would do behind your brother’s back, it hits different when you now know that without an inch of uncertainty, he’s felt the same way about you that you have always felt about him. “Y/N?” he asks, his soothing voice pulling you back to reality. He’s looking at you with those burning, passionate eyes. “Was that V-Day card I got from you?” Whether it’s the wine or his magnetic pull, you answer him: “Yeah,” you confess. 
“So that story of your bully was bullshit,” he chuckles. 
“Yeah,” you repeat because what else is there to say? Choso takes a sip of his wine, still staring you down from behind his laptop. “Whatcha wanna do, Y/N?” he asks. 
It’s a simple question, but the way he says it–so deep and seductive–makes something come alive inside of you. It makes your stomach flutter and your nipples harden beneath your top. He has put the ball completely in your court to either continue this little game or call it quits. You choose the latter. “I’ve got an hour before my bedtime,” you say, keeping your voice leveled. “How about another game?” 
Choso looks worried. “Don’t you have that meeting tomorrow?” he asks. “I wouldn’t want you to miss out on your rest.” You laugh, pouring yourself some more wine…which probably isn’t the best idea. “I once didn’t go to bed until 3 AM because I was binge-watching Korean dramas,” you giggle. “I think I can handle some rounds.” 
As soon as you say it, you realize how it sounds. Choso smirks to himself, tapping his finger against his desk. “Oh, can you?” he purrs. “We’ll see. Truth or dare, then?” You choose carefully, weighing your options. “Dare,” you decide. 
“I dare you to send me a pic of you in your favorite pumps,” he says without missing a beat. “If you’re comfortable with that. It can be an old pic or a new one. I ain’t picky.” He gives you a warm smile that’s supposed to be unnerving, but it only makes you feel more nervous. You weren’t expecting that dare, but then again, you opened the door to this. “O-Okay,” you stutter.
You proceed to scroll through your phone for the sexiest selfie you can find. You find one of you at a Christmas cocktail party for work in a dress that had heads turning and heels that made you feel like a straight vixen. Without a second thought, you send it over to Choso. There is a ding from his phone and, for a moment, only silence. “Did you get it?” you nervously ask. 
Choso is staring at his phone, not moving an inch. “Yeah, I got it,” he answers, his voice light and breathy. “Damn, Y/N, how the fuck are you single?” His question makes butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach. 
You then get a ding from your phone and look down to see the thirst trap photo in your messages. “Oh, you sent me your thirst trap privately, huh?” you chuckle, not looking up, so you don’t see Choso taking another very risque photo of himself. “I feel so special.” 
“I sent you somethin’ else too.” The way he says it is like sex to you. Sure enough, a second attachment comes in. You open it and nearly choke on your wine: Choso leaning back against his computer desk, a hand resting on the outline of his very big, very hard, and very obvious bulge beneath his pants. Your lips part in shock, your eyes widening as big as saucers. 
“Too much?” he asks, worried that he went too far. As if learning how to function again, you shake your head. “No,” you exhale. “It’s just…big.” You wonder how it’d feel in your hands…or in your mouth…or in another throbbing hole that is bothering you between your thighs. “So I’ve been told,” he sniggers. “I’m guessing it’s up to your liking, then?” 
You don’t know why that turns you on–the idea that he’s so interested in whether or not he turns you on–but you find yourself scrolling through your camera roll again and picking one of your faves: a mirror photo of you laid out on your bed on your stomach, your ass tooted up in the air in a thong while the rest of you is naked, your juicy breasts squished against the mattress under you. “Maybe this will tell you so,” you purr and hit send. “I had this saved in my camera ‘cause I looked so hot in it.” 
Ding! Choso looks down at his phone and the way he bites his lip makes you drip. “And that you do,” he exhales. “And I’ll ask you again: how the fuck are you single? Shit, princess.” 
You bite your own lip, struggling to control yourself. “You’re makin’ me blush,” you giggle. “You know, it looks much better in person.” You pause, scolding yourself and the wine for making you so damn bold. 
Choso’s eyes light up with interest. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, practically tossing his phone aside. “I think I should be the judge of that.” He leans into the camera, making your heart pound. “Take that off,” he demands, nodding at your robe. “It’s just me, Y/N.” 
Yes, just him. Just your brother’s best friend. Just the man you’ve known since childhood and have been crushing on for years. But something in his eyes makes you realize that you can trust him with anything. So you rise from the couch and slowly slip off your rope in front of the camera. Choso watches, drinking in every move you make. You then turn around and slip off your pants, revealing your panties swallowed by your magnificent ass to him. “Is this okay?” you softly ask. 
You turn back to face him and he looks damn pained as he stares at your behind. “Fuck,” he gasps. “It’s more than okay. I’m so tempted to jump in my car and pull up right now.” You scoff with laughter, but at the look in his eyes, you can tell he’s dead-ass. 
“Wait, you would?” you gasp. “But…it’s the middle of the night and we’re an hour away!” His eyes flick up to meet yours, firm and not up for the bullshit. “If it’s something you want too, I’d drive to you if you were a week away,” he softly growls, conviction in his words. “I can come over tonight, Y/N, but it’s only if you want me to.” 
You gape at him, silenced. You can’t believe this is happening! This is beyond your wildest, wettest dreams! And yet your mind drifts to your brother. If you do this, will it change things? Wouldn’t he hear you? Would he find out? You’d feel so guilty if things were to change between him and Choso because of you. And yet… 
“I…I want you to,” you decide. “I really do, but what about my brother?” He shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “If he’s wasted, he can sleep through a tornado. Nothing has to happen if you’re nervous about that, but I’d like to see you.” 
And those words, sweet and considerate yet honest, are what make you fold. “I’ll leave the door unlocked. Get here in sixty.” Choso nearly knocks over the table as he shoots up from his desk. “Thirty ‘cause I’ll be doing sixty,” he growls. “Don’t move from that spot.” He blows you a kiss and ends the call, leaving you feeling drunk despite not having sipped that much wine. 
Already tipsy and feeling the alcohol’s effects on your body (tingly nipples; brief dizziness; horny thoughts), you switch it out with some water and sip on that while you clean up the living room. You busy yourself wiping down the kitchen countertops, straightening up the couch cushions, and cleaning up your slob of a brother’s beer cans. By the time you finish, thirty minutes have passed and anticipation hits you like a truck. 
Where is he? He hasn’t called you yet. What if he’s in traffic? What if something happened? What if he changed his mind? What if– 
A ding from your phone makes you jump and you race to answer it, seeing a text message waiting for you: 
Chosi: Hey, I’m outside
*read at 11:12 PM* 
You roughly swallow and close your robe before walking to answer the door. Choso is standing behind it when you open it, dressed in a jacket and jeans that fill him out so well. You both smile at each other, happy to see one another despite the circumstances.
“Uh, c-come in,” you stammer. He thanks you and walks inside, the scent of his cologne making your kitty purr wildly. You shut the door and shuffle behind him as he strips off his jacket. “You want somethin’ to drink?” ” you ask, nervously wringing your hands.  
Choso looks back at you as he hangs up his jacket on the coat rack near the door, his arms talking to you. He turns toward you fully, giving you a good look at how tight his top is on his body. “Do you want me to have somethin’ to drink?” he questions. 
You bite your lip, the silence mixed with the sexual tension too much. “No,” you breathe. He then saunters up to you, stopping when your nose is nearly brushing his chest. “I’m gonna ask you again if you want this, Y/N,” he whispers. “We can stop here and I can leave.” You look up into his eyes–those firm, beautiful eyes–and trail your hands up his chest. “No, don’t,” you plea. “Don’t leave.” 
His hands softly caress your sides, moving across your waist. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs into your ear, his minty breath fanning across your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut, his seductive ways finally getting to you. “I want you,” you answer through a dry mouth. “I want this.” 
That’s all he needs to hear. His lips are on yours immediately and you nearly melt. His kiss is sweet and soft yet passionate, making you feel like you’re in a Disney movie when the princess finally kisses her prince. His hands move down to your ass, squeezing it, emitting a moan from you. Pulling away, he moves down to your neck and peppers it in kisses, coaxing you to tilt your head back for more. 
“You have no fuckin’ right to be this hot,” he growls against your neck. “Makin’ me feel this fuckin’ crazy.” 
He pushes against you, insisting that you feel his hard-on in his jeans. “Choso, please,” you mewl. “I need you.” You grip his shirt, imploring him to understand how goddamn horny you are. He pulls away and smirks down at you, chortling. “So impatient. Did those pictures rile you up?” He doesn’t need an answer. Instead, he sits down on the couch with his leg spread, staring up at you in hunger. “Get naked for me.” 
Like a puppet on a string, you do as he says and slowly take off your rope. Then it’s your top and bottoms. Then the undies. The more you take off, the harder Choso gets, forming a more obvious bulge in his pants as he stares you down. When you’re finally done and standing naked in front of him, he sits back against the cushions and pats his lap. 
You feel somewhat weird about it since Choso is so much smaller than you in terms of size, but the man welcomes all of your rolls, curves, and softness when you sit down in his lap naked while he remains clothed. “Your pictures do not do you any justice, babe,” he murmurs before leaning in to kiss, suck, and lap at your nipples. You moan, your hands tangling in his mullet. “So sexy,” he whispers against your nipples. “I’ve wanted to do this for so, so long.” 
His fingers toy with your plushy thighs and ass, squeezing the flesh to his liking. “Me too,” you moan. He chuckles against your nipple, nibbling at it with his teeth. “Yeah? You’ve dreamed of me touchin’ you like this?” His hand is suddenly probing your thighs open to toy with your pussy, his fingers gently rubbing your clit. 
You gasp, not being able to control your body. You find yourself sitting fully on his lap, your back to his front, with your legs wide open while he toys with your sobbing, wet cunt. You drip all over his jeans the more he rubs you, creating more and more wetness that floods over your pussy lips. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you whine, the pleasure just too much. 
“Hush, baby,” he chuckles. “I appreciate you bein’ so responsive, but your brother is right upstairs. You wouldn’t want him to come down to find my fingers stuffed in that pussy, would you?” You’re confused, feeling his fingers still on your clit. “B-But you don’t–” 
Your voice is cut off by a moan when he suddenly sticks one finger inside of you, using his palm to rub your needy, throbbing clit as he finger fucks you. “That’s better,” he laughs into your ear. “Oooh, that pussy is so tight for me. Have you been wantin’ me to this to you, baby?” He curls his finger up against your G-spot and you swear you almost cum. “Tell me,” he demands. 
“Yes!” you sob. “Yes, Chosi, I wanted this so bad!” Feral, Choso moans into your ear as he feels you squeeze and squelch around his digit. “You’re too fuckin’ cute,” he says, his voice strained and rough. “I wanna see the face you make when you cum. Can you take another finger for me, babe?” 
You nod and your pussy flutters around his magical finger, only getting worse when he inserts another one to fuck you silly. You cover your mouth as moans and whimpers escape you, loving how full you feel. You can only imagine how full you’d feel with his cock finally inside of you. The image brings you closer to the edge and Choso can feel it. 
“Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” he coos. “Cum on your brother’s best friend’s fingers like a good little girl.” You have to bite your lip to keep from crying out when you explode all over his digits. 
Your moans and cries are muffled by your mouth as you cum all over Choso’s fingers, coating him in your cream. He hums appreciatively and kisses your cheek, slowly stroking your walls as you come down from your high. He finally slips his fingers out of you and puts them up to your lips soaked in your cum. “Taste yourself.” You do so, opening your mouth and letting him insert his digits into your mouth where you swirl your tongue around them and suck on your juices. 
“Shit,” Choso groans, grinding himself up into you. You gasp, feeling his hardened cock pushing against you. “I can feel that you liked that,” you giggle. He hums in agreement, gripping your hips as he continues to roll himself into you. “Can I…see it?” you carefully ask, teeming with excitement. 
He coaxes you to get up off of his lap and face him. “You’ll have to take it out then,” he murmurs, giving you a stare as hot as molten lava in the dimly lit living room. “Take what you want, Y/N.”
With a fire burning inside of you, you take off his pants and boxers while he strips off his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere. When his hard, pulsing cock finally pops up, you have never been more happy to finally see a dick. He’s absolutely beautiful with smooth skin and a toned stomach leading down to that gorgeous cock. 
You settle onto your knees, ready to give him head to last him into next winter. “Your knees okay?” he worriedly asks. Before you can answer, he pulls you up and sits you down on the couch. “Here, switch with me. I want you comfortable.” You flush at his sweetness, never having received such care. “Such a gentleman,” you softly laugh. 
Choso gives you a sheepish smile. “I try. Now where were we?” he stands over you, appearing like an Adonis statue with tattoos and a thick cock in your face. 
You stand up on your knees on the couch, your greedy hands stroking up and down his body. “Your pictures don’t do you justice either,” you purr, running your palms down his toned, well-defined abs. “How you’re single is a mystery to the world, Sho.” You wrap a hand around him, beginning to stroke his cock up and down, up and down. 
Choso bites his lip, looking like he’s been waiting for this moment to finally come. “I didn’t want nobody else,” he softly moans. “I’ve always wanted you.” Overjoyed and completely horny, you give his cockhead a peck and then a kitten lick. “Tell me more,” you beg before you envelop him in your mouth. You immediately go to work, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head as you pump him in and out of your mouth. 
“Fuck,” he sighs, tossing his head back. “I-I’ve always wanted you, but–oh, God, babe, yes–I never said anything in fear of ruinin’ things with your brother.” You pop off of his cock, spit connecting his head to your lower lip. “Well, he doesn’t have to know,” you whisper. “We can take things slow.” He raises a brow at you. “This is takin’ things slow?” he chuckles. 
You giggle, still pumping his cock with your hand. “After this,” you laugh. “I want you too bad to stop.” You lower your mouth on him again, swallowing him whole.
“I guess a date is on the table for us then,” he groans. “Especially when you look that good on your knees.” He watches you continue to swallow his dick whole, flicking your pink tongue along the head and swirling along the throbbing vein trailing from his head to his heavy balls that you fondle. 
“Look up at me,” he demands. “Keep lookin’ at me while I fuck pretty face.” You do so and open your throat, allowing him to fuck your face. He grabs the back of your head as he does so, nailing his hips into your face again and again, his balls slapping your chin. He tosses his head back, overwhelmed by the feeling of your magical mouth sucking him dry. 
It doesn’t take him long to go faster, gripping your hair to allow him to pump his cock down your throat like it’s his personal toy. You feel your pussy throb at the sound of his soft moans and the gagging coming from your own mouth, wanting desperately for him to cum. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You ‘bout to make me cum! I-I’m gonna–” 
“Choso?” your brother suddenly calls. Choso freezes and you tear yourself away from him, your stomach flipping in absolute fear. From the steps, you see the hallway light flicker on and your brother’s shadow against the wall. ‘Shit,’ you think. You try to scramble away to hide, but Choso stops you, putting a finger to his lips. “Just keep quiet,” he whispers. “And keep suckin’.” 
His dark eyes flash with mischief and lust as his heavy cock bobs in your face. Tentatively, you place your lips around him again and proceed to suck on him. “Yeah, bro?” he calls, keeping his voice impressively normal. “Yeah, it’s me.” His hand once again finds your head, gently pushing you down farther to muffle the sounds of your wet, lewd sucks. 
“When the fuck did you get here?” your brother asks. “Why you here?” Choso bites his lip at the sensations you’re giving him, loving how your plump lips look wrapped around his dick. “Uh…just decided to visit ‘cause I was bored in that hotel,” he lies. “Y/N let me in before she went to bed. She let me sleep on the couch after I promised to make you guys pancakes tomorrow morning.” 
His hand reaches over to give your ass a quick spank, making you jump, mostly at the possibility of your brother hearing it. He doesn’t. “That’s cool with me,” he replies, sounding excited about the promise of food. “Lemme see you real quick though. I feel like it’s been ages since we–” 
“No, no, don’t!” Choso panics, gripping the back of your head to keep you still. “I look real bad, man, and I wouldn’t wanna break your sleep routine. Just go back to bed! I’ll see you in the morning when we both don’t look like shit.” He and you share a wide-eyed look, both scared shitless but also not wanting to stop. 
“Alright,” your brother decides. “But I want my pancakes!” You sigh in relief, feeling Choso do the same. “Alright, man, fine. Just go to bed.” You look up the stairs and see the hallway light flicker off. You stop sucking, listening intently to your brother’s footsteps as he shuffles back into his bedroom. Finally, the bedroom door closes and you hear silence. Choso pauses, waiting with bated breath. 
You pop him out of your mouth and sit up, spit dribbling from your lips and your hair a mess. “He’s asleep,” you tell him. “I know: he gets real quiet when he’s asleep.” He looks beyond relieved by that, but still appears worried. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks, wiping some spit from your lower lip. His touch burns your skin. 
Your pussy throbs insistently, pushing you to give her what she needs. “Yes,” you whisper. “We just have to keep quiet.” Choso smiles, bringing you close to him. “I know a thing about quiet cumming,” he chuckles. “I don’t wanna do it down your throat though. I need you fuck you, baby…if you want that too.” 
You nearly cum right there. “Yes,” you softly moan as he begins to kiss your neck. “Yes, Choso, baby, I want that.” You’ve wanted that for so, so long! So many nights of dreaming about him in your bed have finally led to this. He pulls away, giving you a look dripping with molten lust. “Get on top then,” he whispers. “I wanna see you bounce on my cock.” 
You don’t need to be told twice. He lies back on the couch and keeps comfortable before patting his muscular thighs for you. Softly giggling, you get on top and straddle him before wrapping a hand around his cock and slowly guiding him toward your pussy lips. You glide his head against your slit for a moment, teasing him and earning some luscious whimpers. “Please, baby, don’t tease me,” he begs. “Just put it in.”
You shiver, loving the sound of his pathetic begging. You’re half inclined to keep going just to hear him plea and beg for your pussy, but you’re too horny to do so. So instead, you slowly slip him between your wet, slippery folds. You gasp and brace your hands against his chest, feeling him stretch you. He pauses, searching your face for any sign of pain or discomfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper, giving him a wobbly smile. 
He takes your hips, holding them securely. “You take the reins then,” he says. “Ride me, baby. I’m yours, so take it like you need it.” And so you do. With his big hands gripping your hips, you begin to rock and grind against his cock while your fingers rub your clit. The sensations are indescribable. You can’t help but moan and sob at the pleasure though you have to keep each sound hushed. 
Choso is losing it below you, overwhelmed by the sight of your perfect titties and stomach jiggling with every move you make. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers, his voice strained from the sheer pleasure. “You feel so fuckin’ good on top of me. Does it feel good for you too?” 
Vigorously, you nod, biting your lip so hard that you nearly dra​​w blood. “Yes!” you whimper. “You’re so good, Choso! You feel amazing inside me!” The p​​roud smile that stretches across Choso’s face is almost comical, loving that it’s his cock making you feel this good. For so long, he’s wondered how you’d feel and look fucking him. And now that he finally has it, he’s going to make it last. 
He sits up and holds you flush against him, your titties squishing against his chest and his cock sinking deeper into you. Your jaw goes slack and you have to cover your mouth to keep from wailing out in pleasure. “Keep it down, baby doll,” he chuckles in your ear. “You wouldn’t want your bro to come downstairs and see you gettin’ that pussy filled by his buddy, would you?” 
You don’t answer, too busy riding him like a stolen car and rubbing your clit against his pelvis. He fucks you back, moaning and whimpering into your ear while his cock drives into you again and again, hitting a spot inside of you that turns you into an animal. You grip his shoulders and back, digging your nails into him. Your nails dig into his back so hard that they puncture his skin and leave long, jagged, angry red lines up and down his back muscles. 
If Choso is in any pain, he pretends like he isn’t. Instead, he just keeps fucking you, grinding his hips into yours in one passionate, pleasurable, sweaty dance that quickly sends you over the edge.
“Choso,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum! I-I can’t…” Your voice dies, too lost in the blinding ecstasy. “Bite me,” he demands. His dark eyes stare into yours, begging you. “C’mon, baby, it’s okay. I fuckin’ want it.” 
Though alarmed, the pleasure begins to reach its peak, especially when Choso tells you to lean back and begins to rub your clit​​ in small, fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N,” he whispers. “Do it. Give it to me.” To muffle your moans, you do as he says and bite his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the skin so hard that you break skin. 
Choso grunts at the pain, but you also feel him throb and grow harder inside you. Could it be possible that he likes that freaky shit? You have no time to wonder as your orgasm washes over you, making you buck and writhe in his arms. He holds you against him, giving you something to grab onto as the mindblowing orgasm finally fades. “Better?” he chuckles.
You blink at him, your vision adjusting, and finally see the bloody bite mark on his shoulder. “No!” you gasp. “Look at your skin! I’m so–” 
“Don’t.” Choso shakes his head, firm and dead serious. “I love that shit. Seein’ you like that was so fuckin’ hot.” Once again, you feel his cock throb inside you and shudder. So he is a freak!
“I can feel that,” you purr. “You’ll need help with that, won’t you?” 
Choso looks so happy that you even volunteered. “Turn around,” he demands, his voice low and intoxicating. With a soft moan, you slip off of him and twist around so your ass is in his face. He gives you another spank before dipping down to lightly run his teeth against the soft, fleshy globes and nibble on them. Ass bites. How did he know you love ass bites?!
His ministrations get your pussy throbbing again, especially when he holds his cock up for ​​you to settle down on. “Sit on it,” he whispers and you do, both of you gasping as his cock sinks into your pussy that is even wetter from your second orgasm. “I’m gonna cum you till I cum, okay?” he breathlessly asks. “Can you handle that?” 
“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the last word slipping out. That makes Choso go completely feral. He doesn’t talk for a while as he fucks you stupid from the back, but he doesn’t have to. The way he grips your shit and nails his hips into your backside makes your pussy talk to him, your walls squeezing and gushing around his thick cock. You have to bite a cushion to keep from wailing like a banshee at the way he’s fucking you from behind, the soft clapping of your ass against his thighs making you crazy. 
He then tugs you toward him so your back is to his front as he continues to fuck you. His lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking harshly at your tender skin. You weakly moan at the feeling, wincing slightly when his teeth bite into your skin a little too hard. You feel a wetness that Choso quickly licks away, peppering you with kisses.
“You’re so perfect,” he groans, his breath tinged with the metallic scent of your blood. “So fuckin’ mine. I wanna cum in this pussy so bad.” 
You can feel it. And you want it. “Do it,” you plea. “Please, Choso, cum in me! I’m so close!” Your hand begins to rub your swollen clit once more, desperate to cum with him.
Luckily, it doesn’t take too long and Choso warns you when it happens. He grips you tight to him and ruts into you like an animal, whining as he does. “Gonna cum!” he pants. “Gonna fuckin’ cum in you! Take it all!” 
His cum erupts inside of you like a warm river flooding your insides. He muffles his moans by pressing his face into your neck, gripping your b​​ody tight to him as if he is afraid you’ll disappear. You cum right after him, triggered by his slutty sounds, and dig your face into the cushion as you moan and sob. Your pussy flutters and squelches around him as you cream around his cock, creating a ring around the base that marks him as yours. Yours. Finally. 
Once your orgasms fade, you share a chaste, exhausted kiss and he gently slips out of you, causing all of his cum to drip down your thighs. Quickly, he grabs a few tissues from the kitchen and cleans you up before tossing them in the trash. Once finished, he lies on his side with you facing him, both of you taking up the couch. “Wow,” he pants, his toned body still soaked in sweat. 
You slowly nod, the gravity of what you just did sinking in. “Yeah,” you chuckle. “You’ll have to visit more often on business trips.” He chuckles at your little joke, but his smile quickly fades. “So…you’re okay with this?” he carefully asks. “With us?” He looks down at you, worry in his soulful eyes. 
You weigh your options for a moment, understanding what is at stake here…but the feeling of his heart pounding against your fingertips sways you to the side of temptation and what could possibly be. “I am if you are,” you murmur, too embarrassed to look up at him. “I mean, of course, we can go slow if you want. I know we just did that, but we were also tipsy and–” 
“Stop,” he interrupts, pressing a finger to your lips. You look up into his eyes and feel like you’re falling. “I want whatever you want, Y/N, and if you’re okay with us being together despite your brother, then I’m down for it. I’ve been wanting this for so long.” And to hear that makes you realize that you’ve made the right choice. With a happy giggle, you lean up to kiss him before cuddling him tight. “I want that too,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest. 
You feel warm, kept, and safe. As he snuggles in close to you, you smile as you drift off to sleep and continue smiling as the night goes on. You stay like that, the two of you, until the morning comes and Choso leaves you to sleep while he gets dressed and goes to the kitchen to whip up the pancakes he promised your brother the night before. 
You awaken on the couch, naked with the sun pouring through the blinds. Immediately, you remember: your meeting! You look at the clock, sighing in relief when you find that it’s only 6 AM. You have time. You won’t be fired! 
 You hear Choso in the kitchen whisking pancake batter and sizzling eggs in a pan. The scent of breakfast cooking coaxes you off of the couch and you grab your rope before slowly walking upstairs. The ache of your body and the muscles that you haven’t used in a minute makes you smile to yourself, loving that this ache is from something other than the gym. 
You’re glad you decided to cover yourself up when you run into your brother standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth in his sweats. “Hey, you,” you greet him. “You’re up early? You got a girl comin’ over or somethin’?” 
He smirks at you, his mouth coated in foam. “Nah, Choso promised me pancakes.” His eyes flick up and down your form. “Why are you up early?” You tap your wrist where an imaginary watch sits. “Meeting, remember? So hurry up with that so I can brush my teeth.” You turn to walk into your bedroom, needing some deodorant and fresh clothes. 
“And cover them hickeys,” your brother adds. You immediately stop, frozen. 
“As happy as I am that you finally bit the bullet and got together with Choso after pinin’ after him for so long, I’m sure your boss would ask questions.” You turn and look at him, finding him smiling knowingly at you from the bathroom. 
“Breakfast is ready!” Choso calls. “Come down if you wanna eat!” 
Your brother laughs at you as he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you standing there in a deer in headlights. Well…at least he isn’t mad. 
THE END. 
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Growing into Love
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pairing:Husband!Seokjin x fem!reader
tags: fluff, slight angst, husband Jin, non-idol!au, Arranged marriage trope, mentions of parent issues
summary: Arranged marriage could've been a lot of things, but with Jin, it was nothing but comfortable. Maybe too comfortable that you hadn't realised when you'd both fallen in love.
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“You know what Mom, I’m sorry. I thought, for once, you’d understand me but of course. My bad. Let’s just forget this. Bye.”
No matter how long it had been, it was never easy. Even years of therapy cannot make the complicated relationship between your parents and you easier to deal with. After everything said and done, you still did love your parents and you knew they loved you too. Even if they weren't great at depicting it without it affecting you.
It was tiresome nevertheless. The constant back and forth, you still hoping they'd understand even though they haven't in the last twenty-seven years and them hoping you'd finally see their side.
It had gotten easier when you had moved out after high school. You had enjoyed the taste of freedom and independence for 6 years since high school, mainly because you knew it came with a deadline- arranged marriage. It was a tradition in your family, everybody always got an arranged marriage. Even after knowing that it’s your destiny, the fear of “what ifs” had eaten you up for years.
For years you'd fought against it, but eventually, you lost all the will to fight and gave in. You had no choice. No matter how much you did, they always demanded more. Maybe you were to blame, for hoping even after everything.
With all the thoughts and the pain still fresh in your heart, you slump against the sofa on the floor throwing your phone on the coffee table. You're trying your best to not let the tears fall. Leaning your head back you just breathe and try to stop the well-known spiral that was going on in your brain.
"That bad huh?"
The voice startles you. You open your eyes to see your husband standing at the kitchen entrance looking at you. His wide shoulders clad in his favourite white t-shirt, a pink worn-out apron on his slender waist, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the soft features on his face slowly turning into concern as he assessed you.
Being married to Seokjin had been a pleasant surprise. Both of you knew what you were getting into, had spoken openly about your needs and kept to your boundaries. You understood that love was not exactly an option in your situation, but there was never any animosity between the two of you.
After a year of marriage, you'd become friends and partners/ teammates of sorts and constantly enabled each other to succeed. You had a routine, shared chores, shared your hobbies with each other and existed in perfect harmony. There was never a need or yearning for more, as it felt comfortably natural at every point.
Everything you'd learnt about him made you want to remove all the unfair pain he'd been through and protect him from further pain. One month into your marriage you got to know that his family had caused him a broken heart and forced him into this predicament. Yet he was always polite and nice to you and his family, and your respect for him grew multifold. Then you began noticing how he was often silent and blue when he thought no one was paying him attention. His smile faded every time he turned away from people which made you feel like it was you who was getting hurt.
But along the way, in the last year, Jin had genuinely become more balanced. His over-hyper nature around people and the eerily silent persona at home had slowly eased into a balance that dances on the verge of both. He makes you laugh almost every day, has cried in front of you a couple times and always cooked the most delicious meals every weekend. Jin was also a complete crackhead, especially when his younger brother Jungkook visits- which is almost all the time. Jungkook had been a big part of your life since your marriage and you would not have it any other way. Especially since it made Jin smile from his heart (and annoyed him to know bounds that you spoiled Jungkook).
"Y/N, are you okay?"
You blink at the voice, Jin is now crouching in front of you, back leaning against the coffee table as he looks at you. His eyes filled with worry, lips puckered and hair tousled. You bite your lips to prevent the threatening tears from falling down.
"Didn't you hear ?" You ask with a quivering voice, referring to the phone call you had with your parents moments ago.
"No, I was caught up in making lunch." He settles one hand on your shoulder in a pat. "But from the look on your face, I assume it didn't go well. If you want to talk, you know I'm here."
You nod, blinking more furiously in a futile attempt. He smiles and wipes the tears away.
"It's ok to cry, we spoke about this."
"I know. That's what I'm doing." You say as more tears fall and a smile graces your face. "Aha, I know what will cheer you up." His eyes widen and a mischievous smile plays on his face as you look at him in confusion. "I'll call Jungkookie, you are always happy when he annoys me. I don't get it but it'll work for now." You look at him for a moment to gauge how serious he is and end up laughing when he picks up his phone to call the younger one.
"No no Jin don't call kookie. Poor thing, he really wanted to sleep in this weekend. Plus he really needs to start hanging out with people other than us." You say between laughing as Jin puts his phone down.
"Hmmm," he thinks as he absentmindedly wipes more of your tears away and you're watching in anticipation waiting for his next suggestion. "In that case, maybe ice cream will help?" He asks with big eyes and a pout, looking like an innocent child. You immediately nod like an excited 5-year-old at his suggestion.
Jin brings you the ice cream tub you'd both bought at the supermarket and hands over a spoon.
"Here, enjoy!" "Hehe thanks, I love you. You're the best Jin." "Aissh, love you too. I'll go check on lunch. don't eat too much."
You were about to hum back in response but froze mid-action, ice cream spoon on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes widen in reaction and you drop the spoon on the floor. This causes Jin to stop midway to the kitchen and look at you.
"Y/N, are you okay?" He says rushing to your side. You just look at him in pure shock.
"We, I- we-" The words fail to come out of your mouth and your mind is a mess. "We what?" He asks, the concern back on his face.
"wesaidiloveyou" The words leave your mouth in such a hurry that Seokjin almost misses it. When he realises he gets more confused and replies with a shrug, "Yeah so?"
"What do you mean so? We said THE words Seokjin." The incredulous look on his face stays put and you add, "For the first time."
He scoffs and smiles. "This is not the first time."
"What?"
His smile falters, "You don't remember?" "Remember what? Jin don't mess with me now." Your voice is timid and you feel a giant lump creeping up your throat.
"You're the one messing with my head right now. Do you really not remember saying I love you to me that night?" He looks at you in disbelief, ears reddening and his pout in full display. "What night?"
"Y/N, come on seriously?" "I really don't remember Seokjin."
He stares at you for a moment too long, sighs and walks back to the kitchen. You close the ice cream tub and run to follow him in. He's stirring the stew in the pot and even though his back is facing you, you don't miss the agitation in his movements. You wait for him to close the lid on the pot and watch as he just stares at the wall. Slowly you move closer to him but he whips around even before you could tap on his shoulder, and looks at you.
"Jin, I really do not remember what you are referring to and I'm sorry. Just tell me when it was, please." You give him your best puppy eyes and he sighs leaning his head back on the shelf above, before facing you again.
"The night after we went to your cousin's wedding, in bed, before sleeping you told me you love me and I said it back." Your jaw drops to the floor. "That was three months ago," is all you say as you try your best to jog your memory of the night.
That had been a particularly rough family function- with your father questioning every career choice you had made, your mother constantly criticising your outfit choice and every other relative asking you only about your plans to have kids. Seokjin had been very comforting and stayed by your side the entire night. You remember how his hand never moved from the small of your back the entire night and how he kept running circles on your palm whenever he held them. That night you were sure you had fallen for Seokjin, but you did not remember vocalising it to him. And definitely did not remember him saying it back.
Jin's strained sigh brings you back to the man in front of you, he is doing his best to look positive and lighthearted about this and you can see it.
"Why didn't you bring it up the next day?" You wanted to say sorry, you wanted to hug him but this was the only sentence that came out of your mouth. "I figured you said it in a sleepy daze. And maybe you didn't mean it." Jin sounds so small and nervous at the moment.
"But then it happened again." He adds before you can say anything and all you can say is, "HUH?"
He rubs his palm on the back of his neck and nods. "Yeah, actually you've said it 7 times in the last three months including today."
"WHAT?" Jin looks as shocked as you do at this revelation.
"Why the hell do I not remember it?" "How the hell am I supposed to know." Jin's voice comes out sharper and you realise how all of this might be for him. But he turns back to the dish on the stove and you are left to jog your memory to see if he was right.
"The second time was when I bought you the big chocolate cake when you were on your period- two months back," Jin says in the most neutral tone and the memory comes back to you.
You hadn't even informed him about your periods, he somehow always knew. But you were positively shocked when he walked into your shared bedroom with a chocolate cake in his hand, explaining that it will ease your cramps. It might've been possible that you voiced the exact feeling you were having in a moment of joy.
"Then it was a week later when you were leaving for work." Jin is now back to stirring and assessing his pot and his voice seems muffled.
"When?" He turns to look at you for a brief second, he assesses your confused face and turns back smirking.
"You said 'I love you bye' on your way out the door, I knew you didn't realise it. In fact, you did this again twice, Kookie was here during the fifth time."
"Wha- How... Do I have memory loss?" Jin turns around and you can see the smile he's trying to control. "Don't laugh, Jin. How else do you explain my not remembering saying it?" He stays leaning on the counter with his smirk playing on his face and says, "So you definitely don't remember drunkenly professing your love for me last week and then proceeding to cuddle me the entire night until I laid you on the bed in the morning right?"
If you were shocked till now it was nothing compared to this bombshell Jin dropped on you.
"Are you lying?", "No why would I!" Jin looks convincingly innocent but it only worsens your confusion. How did you miss such an important moment of both of your lives. Your husband loves you and has said so multiple times but your brain has successfully managed to forget that. You try your best to remember but nothing out of the ordinary jumps from your brain.
He breaks down laughing- screeching noises and all, as he watches you process it. Your first reaction, post-shock, is to hit him in the arms and exasperatedly pout.
"Jin, that's not fair. Why the hell did you not tell me any of this ?"
He sobers up then and stands in front of you, holding both your shoulders and a sweet smile on his face. "I didn't mean to hide it, I just thought you didn't want to bring it up. Y/N, you told me yourself that you're a flight risk and that you weren't looking for love. I didn't want to make you panic."
"Aww that's sweet of you." He nods annoyingly smug and you roll your eyes. "But I still feel horrible that I didn't even notice it fully. I mean.. how does one forget that?" Jin shakes his head at your words and gives a little squeeze to your shoulder as he says, "You didn't forget it, it just came so naturally to you that it wasn't a big deal."
You look up at his eyes hearing his words. "Was it the same for you?" Jin gulps and rubs the back of his neck again. He's turning redder by the minute and you love seeing him like this. "Well, yeah. I actually said it a week before you did for the first time." You open your mouth to react but he interrupts you. "And no, you didn't forget it. I was scared and told it when you were sleeping."
"When?"
"Aiish, I don't remember Y/N." He's almost as red as a tomato now. You scoff at his words. "Oh please, you just listed the 7 very random days I told you I love you. And I know for a fact you remember when you first said it. Spill it, Jin." Jin is fully blushing and you're sure you are too by how heated up your cheeks feel. You continue riling him up by poking his arms till he swats you away and answers your question.
"I- Oh god stop Y/N, I'll tell.", "Okay, go on."
"It was the night you suggested we sleep in the master bedroom together because you felt it was unfair that I had to sleep in the guest room." Jin covers his hands in his face and cringes at himself while you've got the biggest smile playing on your face. You start giggling and that makes him look up from his hands with a pout.
"Ya don't laugh at me!" "No, no I'm not laughing at you. It's just... that's all it took for you to fall in love with me?"
His face immediately changes from his pout to a soft smile. "That's because I didn't fall in love, and neither did you.", "Oh." You try your best to let it not show but you know that your face has deflated just the way your heart felt.
Jin notices it and smiles before adding, "We didn't fall in love, we grew into it, and that's much better. I've fallen in love before and you know what, when you fall it feels like you're flying until you crash. I think falling in love is a sad thing." He moves closer and holds your face in his palms as you look up at him without breaking eye contact. "With you, with us, we didn't fall and we won't crash. I've been in a relationship where even the smallest things were a big deal- every 'I love you' and anniversary. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I'm just saying I really do prefer how natural it feels to just say I love you and not make a big deal of it. With you, specifically. I love how we just started doing things together without overthinking it. So yea, we grew into loving each other."
By the time he is done you're eyes are watering and the tears flow down your cheeks. He wipes them away and you just stare at him, thinking about his words. He was right, almost all of your firsts since your wedding have been entirely unspoken. One day you just cuddled against him while watching a movie and neither of you questioned it. Or when he randomly pulled you in a bear hug and cried after a tough day, or when he comforted you during your family functions and you did the same. Even when you were busy trying to fight off any feelings because of your fear, you couldn't succeed. It all felt natural.
"Y/N, please don't cry. You've been crying since the damn phone call and now I've made you cry too." You shake your head sideways and pull him into an embrace, leaning your head on his chest and sniffling your tears in. He rubs your back trying to calm you down, which you do because Jin always knows how to calm you. You lift your head from his chest and look at him, still in a tight embrace.
"How are you this smart and amazing?" He smiles shyly and then smirks before adding, "I am 3 years older than you and I know a lot more than you do!"
"Tch, what a shame I didn't record that and send it to Jungkook. He'd be so happy to see you admit that you're old." You tease and Jin looks at you in mock anger which causes you to laugh.
"I've been realising it here and there but like you said nothing felt out of the ordinary or uncomfortable enough to question it. So... okay I agree, we grew into loving each other." Jin nods with a fond smile. "Now what?" you add with raised eyebrows watching keenly as Jin smirks and his hug around you gets tighter. Your face heats up as he leans into you slowly, your eyes trained on those plump lips of his that have always caught your attention. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to hit your lips and finally fee-
TRIINGGGGG
The sound of Jin's ringtone blaring from his pant pocket makes both of you jump away from the embrace. Recovering faster from the shock, Jin picks up the phone and curses as he shows you the called ID- Jungkook.
You laugh as Jin attends the call and immediately starts cursing the younger one and Jungkoook lets out his usual Elmo giggles and shouts for you to support him.
Jin was right, this all felt natural. This is your family, your home and you'd cherish it forever.
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shotmrmiller · 9 months ago
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All the nurses are confused why there 4 large men crowding around the baby in your hospital room.
Price is a baby hog: imma say it. He wanted to be a dad so bad, it’s all of their kid! but, Price will hip check anyone out of the way to be the first to hold the baby. Gaz acknowledges the baby, adores the baby but, he beelines to you. Right now? You need his attention and affection. You’re his priority, he’ll have his baby time eventually.
Soap wants the baby SO FUCKING BAD! But nothing is going to make Price put the baby down (Except you, he’ll gladly hand the baby over to you) Soap’s acting like a crackhead looking for his next hit. Simon doesn’t want to hold the baby yet, he’s fine watching for now… he pokes the baby ngl
Gaz rocks along with whomever is rocking the baby. (It’s a thing) A subconscious thing, someone else has the baby, bouncing it, Gaz his rocking and bouncing in sync with them. His voice turns soft and sweet whenever he talks to the baby. When it’s Gaz time? It’s soft and sweet calm down time.
Soap holds the baby in increasingly weirder ways the older the baby gets. Like, that kid is nothing but a rugby ball to Soap. He randomly bites the baby. Not like ‘chomp’ but, like mouths the baby’s chubby cheeks. MAN HANDLES baby! Not too rough, just to get the giggles going. When it’s Soap time? It’s high energy fun time.
Price is a baby head sniffer, a coddler, the one who’s scolded most about holding the baby too much. They’re not going to want to be put down! “Well, why do you think I got these muscles for? So I can hold them s’long as they want! Mind your own damn business!” When it’s Price time? It’s Stern loving care with no nonsense.
And Simon, oh Simon. Simon is the worrier. He checks to see if the baby is breathing every 20 minutes, he has *everything* on hand. Blankie’s, dummies, hats, extra socks, anything that baby needs? Simon has. He’s the one they’ll run too when they need anything. When it’s Simon time? It’s dumb jokes, happy giggles quiet time.
They- they have a girl. They’re all girl dads, no question.
(Poly baby au. You’re the Squad’s girl and it’s their baby)
You inspired me.
(That and I just became an Auntie and, disgustingly, have baby-fever. I hope it goes away soon)
POLY FUCKING BABY AU!!! CHRRRRRIST!!!!
IM GOING INSANE
THEIR BABYYY!!! i need a poly au baby or im gonna lose my goddamn mind.
Can you imagine like the nurse being like so, who's the father? only for 4 hands to go up.
oooookay...who's the biological father? Simon, bless his tactless soul just bluntly says, "We all fu-err, sleep with her."
The nurse just sighs. "Someone needs to fill out the paternity acknowledgement form and the baby needs to have a last name."
Johnny thinks that it should have all of theirs because MacPrilerrick is definitely something that should go on paper.
But the genetics are obvious, so the baby's last name is Garrick.
Price is the one that rips his shirt off for skin-to-skin time, though. "Everyone piss off."
Johnny would totally cackle at him like, "Yer gonna smother the bairn with yer chest hair, Cap." Because his body hair situation is that much better.
Kyle's softly speaking with the nurses, asking them a bunch of questions they're more than happy to answer.
Simon's simply staring at the baby, because why is she so small? You'll pull him out of his reverie with a soft touch to his wrist. "You won't hurt her. There's no place safer for the baby than in your arms, hm?" He has to sit down to hold her because his knees spaghetti.
Congratulations!! The newborn phase is the best. They just smell like BABY.
I could eat them right up.
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boyfiejay · 10 months ago
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Soulmate AU
PAIRING : Jungwon x gn Reader
GENRE : soulmates, fated to be
Warning : reader has mixed feeling about this soulmate thing, they go to different schools, jungwon is a gentleman, reader is whipped for him, mention of a cut on readers wrist (not SH), swearing like once
Word Count : 1.3k (how tf😧)
Author's Note : pinterest pushed me to write this, like i saw that bracelet photo and i had to write this. Why do my periods have to hurt me so bad, im going to kms😂
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You've always felt like an outsider, so different from people around you. You were constantly surrounded by couples, soulmates to be exact. To be honest, you found the idea of soulmates a little bit too much, too controlling as to how you had spend your life with someone you've just met.
But there was still comfort in that thought, as controlling this whole thing sounded, it still was a reassurance that there is a person who is so much suited for you that they can be called your soulmate. That no matter what at the end of the day, that person understood you better than anyone else, even if they've known you for mere hours.
So really do you find these soulmates? Everyone is given a bracelet with a distinct charm on it at the young age of 10. These charms are supposed to link together when you meet them, they're stuck together for as long as the charm wants.
And although your charm was pretty looking, it still got stuck in inconvenient things. Your wrists turning red at the harsh metal. It looked pretty but was a bit too uncomfortable.
Although the thought of soulmates made you feel giddy, couples were insufferable in your early years of high school, constantly reminding you what you did not have. Or what you did not find.
But as you grew older, your excitement about finding your soulmate grew less and less. Many people found their soulmates at the beginning of high school, some even in middle school. Your parents found each other when they were 15, your older brother found his soulmate when he was 16. And at the age of 18, you felt everyone look down on you with pity.
And whatever hope you had, had started to diminish as you were now in your last year of high school. Just a year away from graduation, everyone around you was constantly worried about whether you would find your 'meant-to-be' or not.
Finding your soulmate way later in life wasn't unheard of, but the chances of finding that person becomes really low the older you get.
And so your parents decided for you that you should meet new people, hangout more often because apparently the reason you haven't found your soulmate is because you don't socialise. Which is understandable, considering you only have a set of friends that you interact with.
Thankfully, you did not have any problem with making friends. But sticked to the few you trusted, well because everyone at your school is either a crackhead, doesn't understand boundaries or just so much drama. So you happily agreed to going our more often when your parents mentioned.
But what was annoying was that you were being dragged to a different school's yearly festivals. Well not really annoying, now that you were promised a treat from your friends.
Someone in the group, you failed to notice who, had mentioned that you all should split in groups and explore whatever you wanted, since everyone wanted to do a different thing. And initially you had two of your friends with you, but after a while of mindlessly strolling you realised that you were alone, your friends vanishing, leaving you with a cat plushie you won.
You wandered around, looking around to find your friends as well as looking for something interesting to waste your money on.
You spotted someone wearing an orange beret, similar to what your friend had worn in the morning. Unfortunately the person was slowly going out of your line of sight and merging into the crowd. You had to move quickly and soon enough you were trying to push past a bunch of people.
You broke into a small jog, the person finally in your line of sight. But just then you felt a harsh tug on your wrist, it definitely wasn't someones hand that was gripping yours.
It didn't take you long to realise what the tug was, you slowly turned, hoping that your bracelet didn't get stuck in some random person's sleeve.
As you turned, you were met with wide worried eyes that were scanning your wrist. Your eyes moved down, still internally hoping, and the sight that you had dreamed numerous times was in front of you. In that moment, you just felt this strong urge to cry, no one in your life could understand the times you had felt alone while everyone around you just seemed so happy.
And no matter how much you try to gaslight yourself, you had desperately wanted to meet your soulmate. Everyone described it like such an enchanting moment, your mom said it felt like sparks were flying, you would feel that you've known this person your whole life.
But right now, the person in front of you seemed so unfazed about the fact that he had just found his soulmate. Rather he was focused on the fact that your wrist was bright red, it burned due to the harsh tug and there was a small cut that he hasn't seen yet.
"Are you okay?" he said, finally meeting your eyes, his own searching for any pain on your face. Surely you felt enchanted, not only because this was your soulmate, but also because he was the epitome of 'handsome yet cute'.
He tilted his eyes, confused at you blankly staring. No scratch that, he was cute as fuck.
Snapping out of the trance he had put on you, you say "Yeah, I'm fine." your whole face was burning up at his intense staring. You were surprised you managed to sound normal.
"I don't think this is gonna let go any time soon." he said, talking about the charms. "Do you mind if we hung out together? Consider this our first date. My name is Jungwon." he said, gently smiling, dimples appearing on his cheeks. God he was too cute.
Clearing your throat, you managed to nod and return his smile, your eyes still staring at his dimples.
He looked behind his to tell his friends to go on without him, you just realised that there were around half a dozen people behind his that were just staring at you, trying to bore holes into you. A couple of them had a teasing smile when you looked at them, two of them covering their wide open mouths. Only one person seemed laid back and he motioned Jungwon to go on, dragging the others away with him.
Jungeon looked back at you after making sure his friends weren't fooling around or staring at you, "Let's go?" he said still smiling. You felt like you were going to combust.
The rest of the day was spent getting to know each other, Jungwon surprisingly being a very easy person to talk to. You both opened up about how you two were the only people in your respective friend groups who were soulmate-less, "Well, not anymore." was his reply, with a cheeky grin, avoiding your eyes.
And despite how respective he was, he was also flirty. Like not flirty in a creepy way, he was still respectful of your boundaries but he had some kind of charm that just made you flush bright red. Or maybe you were just whipped for him, despite knowing him for such a small time.
With red cheeks and shy waves, and a promise to meet again, the date had ended.
You could finally understand why people could write whole books just about their soulmates, you felt such a deep sense of endearment when you looked at him. You finally understood why your friends were so whipped for their soulmates, constantly yapping about them.
Your friends were surely going to hear an earful for leaving you alone, but you had a feeling that you were going to talk way more about Jungwon.
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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year ago
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You mentioned being thinking a lot about Error these days, can you give us some headcanons you have about him? It can be any type of headcanons (how he passes his time, fluff or angst times with reader... you name it)
HOHO
I love Error. I am obsessed with Error. I headcanon me and him having a love-hate relationship because all I do is make crackhead AUs nonstop and there's nothing he can do about it. Here's headcanons for my personal Error.
He's a jealous manbaby. Of course.
Possessive, too- desperate for your affection, but absolutely unwilling to admit it, if you laugh at someone else's joke or smile at them too long it puts him in fits of irritation that make him constantly try to one-up whoever is 'stealing' your time.
Regularly flexes his power. It comes across as childish or self-absorbed, but it's actually in a misguided attempt to impress you.
(He's always trying to impress you)
No sense of boundaries. Will come in and out of your home like a stray cat, regardless of how often you tell him not to.
Error is allergic to just asking for attention. He's not used to wanting to touch anyone, so when he does suddenly get the urge to touch you, he's completely unable to stop himself. He has a terrible habit of snatching you over to him with his string, for reasons as simple as 'i don't like how far away you're standing, stand closer to me'.
Sometimes, if he's in a particularly awful mood, he'll just take you to the anti-void and string you up near him so you can't leave while he seethes. Sucks for you in that moment, but it's much better alternative to what he used to do when he was in a bad mood.
Desperate to cuddle- but can't bring himself to say so. He drops unsubtle hints like "you look cold" in the hopes that you'll ask first.
If he likes you, he'll bring you things from other multiverses, like an overzealous magpie decorating a nest. But if he really likes you he'll knit/crochet you things. It's one of the few times he seems genuinely proud of himself.
You'll know he feels comfortable around you when you start seeing him wearing his glasses.
Talk to him about shows you like! He enjoys hearing you talk. He might find you a multiverse where that show's events are actually happening.
If he likes you enough to crochet you stuff, he 100% has a doll of you somewhere. He absolutely talks to it. If you find it, try not to mention it, there'll never be a more awkward conversation
... It's no surprise that his jealousy and anger issues come from deep rooted fear. He doesn't know who he is. He feels untouchable, but equally unlovable, a stranger on the outside of a multiverse where everyone else seems to have someone. It's why his affection is that bizarre mix of desperation but trepidation.
Reaching out means feeling again- under all the power, he's an insecure and terrified kid.
With time, and reciprocated affection, he can definitely chill out. Learn to reign in his jealousy, just because you found someone's pun funny doesn't mean you're going to abandon him. He'll start acting less like Error, and... more like Sans.
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survivalistghost · 1 year ago
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What to watch next?
kdrama edition
hey! just got done with a mainstream drama and looking for some drama with the same feels? got it!
comment the drama below if it’s not in this list
1. weightlifting fairy kim bok joo
lighthearted, funny, strong fl with simp male
watch next : strong woman do bong soon
where : bilibili.com
2. business proposal
office romance, strong second couple chemistry, savage fl and a bit airheaded ml
watch next : what’s wrong with secretary kim?, descendants of the sun, love to hate you (the misandry is a bit high for the first eps, bear with it if you can), romance is a bonus book, king the land
where : netflix, bilibili.com
3. vincenzo
ACTION!!! good looking men in suits, strong fl with senti dad arc, men with questionable morals
watch next : my name (contains triggering themes, watch at own discretion), the k2
where : netflix, bilibili
4. guardian : the lonely and great god
fantasy, meant-to-be pairings, AMAZING second lead romances
watch next : touch your heart (sort of like a grim reaper sunny au), the king - eternal monarch, tale of the nine tailed, doom at your service, my demon
where : netflix, bilibili
5. reply 1988
feel good, group of friends, slice of life, AMAZING platonic chemistry
watch next : hospital playlist
where : netflix, bilibili
6. true beauty
bromance, love triangle with happy ending
watch next : the heirs, boys over flowers (if you can handle lee min ho’s horrendous perm), f4 thailand (if youre interested in thai dramas)
where : netflix, bilibili
7. all of us are dead
zombie, romance, political/military questionable
watch next : happiness
8. crash course in romance
(requested by @starryalpacasstuff )
famous ml, headstrong and self reliant fl, both place value in their work and respect each other (at the end)
watch next : love to hate you, or if you want a mockumentary-style romance, lovestruck in the city is my go to!
9. bad and crazy
(requested by @hyeon-yi )
crackhead duo, bromance~, MENtal issues, crime crime, stabby stabby
watch next : the worst of evil, dp, the devil judge, beyond evil
10. hometown cha cha cha
feel good vibes, seaside town, sappy romance, CUTEST couple
watch next : welcome to samdalri
tell me other kdramas youve seen in the comments and ill add recommendations!
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literallyzooble · 8 months ago
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The Amazing Digital Marching Band: Beta Designs
WHAT THE HEEEEELLLLLLL OH MY GAWD NO WAYAYAYAYAYAY
Hi hello hi!! I finally got around to designing some beta layouts for my Digital Circus AU! Please tell me what you think and reblog if you can! If I continue to expand upon this AU, I might just make its own blog for it! Just depends when and if I have time :)
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Okay under the cut is me infodumping about each design so feel free to like skip allat if you don’t want to read it
Gangle: Color Guard -I wanted to still follow Gangle’s ribbon motif in her design, this is probably the most personalized outfit out of all of them. -The ribbon the makes up her body now continues down and spirals around her legs, sort of to make a “skeleton” of a dress. -I added a bit more flare to her arms, adding extra ribbons that don’t act as limbs, and more as sleeves or decoration. -The bow on her head kind of just ties it all together, again fitting with the ribbon motif that I was going for. -In terms of the first point, the reason why I say “personalized” is that I’m still not sure what I’m going for in terms of outfits. I don’t know if I want them all to be uniform and the same, like a true marching band (in this case, I would have to change Gangle’s outfit), or if I’d like each uniform to have more of a personal style to it (in this case I would keep Gangle’s outfit, and change uniforms to echo the original character’s designs (i.e. changing Ragatha’s uniform to be a bit more dress like).
Pomni: Drum Major -I’m still deciding on the hat, I wanted to try to make a shako with a jester hat motif, but I’ll have to work it out over time. -Her uniform borrows from modern marching uniforms (Stanbury for inspiration) and circus jester clothes (hence the fringe around the waist). -Gloves are the same size as her original gloves, except they’re white. -Pants are classic bibber pants, shoes are classic marching shoes (both black).
Zooble: Snare (Battery) -One of their antennae is a snare stick. I came up with this gimmick that Zooble basically pulls out sticks from everywhere: their head, their arm, their leg, they always have a spare. -I decided to give Zooble two wings for stability, since you don’t want to be tilted to one side while marching, especially for battery. -Their right (looking at the drawing it’s their left) arm has this mechanism where you can easily insert sticks, it’s sort of like one of those things that can extend your pencil when it’s short? It uses the same logic. -I kinda went the craziest on Zooble’s design because I am so normal about them (I am not) -I CHOSE ZOOBLE AS A SNARE BEFORE GOOSE SAID THAT THEY PLAY DRUMS MY BRAIN IS MASSIVE
Ragatha: Flute -Adding on from what I yapped about in Gangle’s tidbit, I had this idea to make the uniforms a bit more personalized to each character, for example giving Ragatha’s uniform a bit more of a “dress” look to math her original design. Of course, this conflicted with my knowledge of marching bands and why everyone has such similar uniforms, so to go with the dress-like design or not, as well as personalizing each of the character’s designs more, is still up in the air. -Woodwinds have gloves that have the fingertips cut off, so their fingers can be more technical. Ragatha’s gloves are black. -The woodwind and brass uniforms are mostly the same, the shakos (color wise) are the only things that differentiate the two. -Classic marching bibber and shoes. -Yes I am self projecting by making Ragatha a flute and BEFORE YOU GO SAYING “erm achchually Ragatha plays Cello-“ FIRSTLY there are no cellos in marching band and SECONDLY within this AU she plays flute for marching season and play cello in the orchestra for concert season :)
Jax: Trumpet -His ears go inside his shako, I’m just too lazy to edit/erase them. -Brass have gloves that have no alterations made to them. Jax’s gloves are also black. -Classic marching bibber and shoes. -Jax gives me “typical crackhead trumpet” energy and I don’t know why. Anyways there’s my reason for putting him on trumpet.
Kinger: Bass Drum And Gong (Pit/Auxiliary) -I want Kinger in this AU to give “How TF Did I Get Dragged Into This” Vibes -Pit percussion members don’t wear shakos, which is sort of cool so we can still recognize the chess piece form. -Since Kinger doesn’t have any legs, his “marching bibber” is more of just a black skirt that surrounds his body. -Pit percussion members don’t wear gloves. Which is a problem. Because Kinger is always wearing gloves. And I do not want to draw whatever is underneath those gloves. Scawy.
Stay tuned for more!! Maybe!! In the near future??? ALSO ALL SHIPS ARE ALLOWED!!! YOU MAY SHIP WHOEVER WITH WHOMEVER!!! AS LONG AS YOU’RE NOT A CREEP!!! YAHOO!!!
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chrysbibi · 2 years ago
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Pairing: Art Student!Asahi Hamada x fem!Reader
Genre: College AU, friends to lovers, smut, fluff
Summary: Friends help each other and what better help could you possibly offer than posing nude for Asahi when he can't find a model for his nude painting project?
Word count: 8.8k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, nudity, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, Asahi and reader are crackheads, Asahi and his longer hair being a threat to humanity
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As soon as Asahi walks into the cafe, you can tell that something is wrong. He spots you the moment he pushes open the heavy glass door and immediately heads to your table. You watch him as he rushes towards you, flopping down in the chair in front of you and letting his shoulder bag fall to the floor. You bring your mug of hot chocolate to your lips and carefully sip the thick liquid as Asahi rubs his face with both hands, causing his glasses to be pushed upwards.
"Can I get you something?"
Asahi removes his face from his palms, his glasses falling back into their place as he turns to look at the waitress that was quick to come to his aid.
"Iced Americano please!" Asahi's drawls and the waitress nods, giving him a small smile before leaving.
Your eyes follow the waitress as she gives his order to the barista, only to turn and see Asahi massaging his eyes. He sighs again and pushes his hair back and out of his eyes. You find the action extremely attractive and you mentally thank his morning drowsiness for probably being the cause of his forgotten headband.
"So…" you begin saying as you let your mug down, "...let me guess. Late night painting or Jeongwoo's and Haruto's loud asses kept you up all night." you grin as you rest your chin on your palm.
"Neither!" he groans and leans on his chair, "I have to hand in a painting in three days and I still don't know what to draw!"
"You still don't have a theme?"
At that, Asahi pauses and looks at you before averting his eyes, one hand scratching the back of his neck, "That's not exactly the problem…"
You titl your head and pick up your mug again taking small sips, "Then what is it?"
"Eh…"
This could be the most awkward you have seen Asahi act in a while and Asahi rarely acts awkward. Weird, yes! But, awkward? Not really. You can't help but be curious of what caused him to be so uneasy in front of you as you watch him fidget in his seat.
"I have to draw nude…"
You choke on a mouthful of hot chocolate and quickly set your cup on the table not to spill any of the drink as you are violently coughing. You are gulping down a glass of water and Asahi is furiously blushing when the waitress returns with his coffee.
"One Iced Americano!" she says brightly before reading the room, hastily leaving.
Asahi takes a swallow of coffee as you finally manage to calm down and look at him. A red tint is still visible in his cheeks even though he tries to seem unbothered.
"Nude?"
"Well not nude as in me being nude but yeah…" Asahi finally turns to face you, "Basically, I am having real trouble finding my model."
You stare at him, still unsure of what is the right thing to reply to that and Asahi scratches his neck, tension building up once again. You drum your fingers on your mug and focuse on the cars passing outside the window.
"Did you ask any of the boys?"
"Well, yes and no!" Asahi seems to relax a bit at the slight change of topic as he leans back on his chair, "Jaehyuk would probably agree, but he is visiting his parents this week and I don't think we can videocall this! Then there was an attempt with Haruto and Jeongwoo…"
"An attempt?" you giggle, raising an eyebrow at him now that the mood has lightened.
"Yeah…They said no! A definite no. No second thoughts, no reconsidering. They said that only over their dead bodies they would pose for a nude painting that would be displayed in front of the whole class!" Asahi laughes but then his expression turns a bit bitter, "So, I guess I am failing it."
He shrugs and drinks a bit of coffee, silence falling once more between the two of you. You are whirling the remaing of your hot chocolate with your spoon when the words come out of your mouth.
"I can do it."
Asahi stops moving, his straw still hanging from his lips as he stares at you wide-eyed. You keep swirling your drink, seemingly calm but inside your head there is only chaos. Your heart is beating hard against your chest to the point you think that not only Asahi, but also the people nearby your table can clearly hear it.
Why would you say that? you scream inside your head, barely holding back from hitting yourself or face planting the table.
You raise your eyes and look at him sitting utterly dumbfounded across the table, staring at you like you grew a second head. Well, fuck it now you said it, you can't go back.
"I can model for you."
Oh, God that sounded so wrong!
You just want to hide your face in your hands and stay like that forever. Instead of doing that though, you keep still, waiting for him to turn down your proposal and then you can say that it was just a joke and laugh about it.
"You would do that?"
"Uh…" you are lost for words as Asahi actually sounds excited.
"Are you free tomorrow afternoon?" he asks and you feel like your brain is failing at comprehending what is happening.
"Wait!" you raise your hands in front of you and look at him dead in the eye, "Are we really doing that?"
Now Asahi seems to be the confused one, "Yes?" he furrows his eyebrows, "...No?"
You hesitate and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
"If you don't want to do it it's fine, you don't have to-"
"No, sorry, I just-" you wave your hand in front of you, "I just-" not going back now, "I will do it, there is no problem." you manage to smile despite the chaos in your mind.
Asahi doesn't seem conviced, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, don't worry. I will pose for you, you will pass your class and everyone will be happy!" you play the laid back card as you lean on your chair and grin at him.
Asahi is still furowing his eyebrows, but seeing you so persistent, he relaxes his muscles and takes a sip of his coffee; his eyes scanning your face for even a hint of regret. But, at this point you have convinced yourself that this is not such a bad idea as you thought of it at first.
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This was a terrible idea.
You are sitting alone in Asahi's room wearing only a white robe; his white robe. It isn't the fact that you are in his room that makes you uneasy, nor is the fact that you are mostly naked apart from the robe.
Not that this makes the situation any easier!
It is more the reason why you are in his room, wearing his robe, waiting for him to come inside.
At any moment now, Asahi will come inside and you will remove the robe, letting him paint you naked for one of his classes. Not what you would call an everyday interraction between friends!
You close your eyes, take a deep inhale and then you exhale from the mouth, trying to ease your nerves. Opening your eyes, you attempt to find comfort in the familiar paintings hanging on the wall in front of you, as you have seen them a million times by now. Most of them are Asahi's paintings for some of his university classes, but others were drawn by him in his spare time. You were there for most of the part to see him create these, while others were hanging on his walls way before you two became friends.
Somehow staring at them and the dark blue walls you know so well, makes you forget the reason you are here today and instead you reminisce about the happy times you have spent with Asahi between these four walls. That is until the door opens with a click and Asahi walks in hesitantly; at first not looking at you, but after noticing you are still wearing the robe, he raises his eyes from the floor. He leaves his brushes next to his tall canva and turns to you.
"I am ready."
The words echoe in your ears and you gulp. You wish that he doesn't notice that your hands tremble slightly as you grab the rope of the garment, ready to untie it.
"Uh I-" he tenses and takes a step backwards, averting his stare from you, "I will wait outside. When you are ready call me in!" he basically runs out of the room, banging the door behind him and you are left staring at the closed door wide eyed.
Even in the empty room, your heart keeps pounding against your chest as you let the robe fall to the floor. You quietly fold it and put it aside. You stare at his bed for a moment before gathering the courage and climbing on top of it. His bedsheets are soft and they are smelling exactly like him. You let your hands wander, feeling the smooth fabric, before you mentally slap yourself.
What are you doing?
You retrieve your hand and move around trying to decide on the best pose. You have agreed with Asahi that you will pose in a way that will pretty much cover your intimate parts, so that you won't have to expose yourself to him or his class. Although, you can't deny that as you are trying to find the ideal position, the thought of posing more seductively crosses your mind.
The thought is gone as quickly as it came, considering that Asahi would probably have a heart attack and your friendship would never be able to recover from that! And also because you don't have the guts to try something bold like that.
In the end, you settle with a sitting position; your legs laying on your right side, one thigh slightly higher than the other to cover your genital area while one arm supports your weight and the other hides your breasts. You nervously inhale, easing your breathing as you try to appear calm and collected. You can hear Asahi pacing up and down on ther other side of the door, which makes a new wave of distress wash over you.
"C-Come in."
You curse under your breath for not sounding determined enough, but every thought quickly empties your head as the door opens and Asahi steps in. Even before coming inside the room, his cheeks are painted a light red, his eyes scanning the floor as if he is meticulously searching for something; fortunately missing the way you gulp. He reaches his canva and only then he lifts his eyes to look at you.
If his face had a light blush before, now the blush turns to a vivid red color as blood instantly rushes to his face. You feel your own cheeks heat up, betting that their color matched that of a tomato. Asahi clears his throat and dips a brush in the water next to him, selecting a few paint tubes from his stash.
"We will start now…" he says quietly and begins drawing a rough sketch of you with his pencil.
You stay still as Asahi starts drawing, trying to be as helpful as you can. But every time Asahi leans away from his canva to look at you, taking measurements with the head of his pencil, you feel your throat becoming dry and goosebumps appearing on your skin. That lasts for about 8 hours -short breaks included- and you definitely count them as some of the hardest 8 hours of your life.
You spent all these hours in silence, with a few exceptions while the tension could easily be cut by a knife. Every time you took a break, Asahi would leave the room, letting you stretch and walk around before returning without a word and continuing the painting. Even when you did a lunch break, Asahi and you ate silently, in contrast to your usual bubbly conversations over food.
At some point Asahi set down his brush and looked at you, telling you that he had finished and that you should get dressed. He still wanted to add a few details on the painting, but he said he could do those on himself, eager to end this day. You had quickly gotten dressed and muttered a quiet goodbye to Asahi as you practically run towards the door of his apartment, bumping into Haruto on your way out, but you were too stressed to apologize or even greet him.
As you walk further away from Asahi's shared flat, you recall again the events of the day, getting more and more embarrashed by the minute. You hide your burning cheeks with your hands, feeling how hot they became while wishing that Asahi would pass his class and you would both forget about it.
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You stare wide eyed at your cellphone that is ringing; the name of the caller overly familiar. It has been two days since you went to Asahi's place to pose for him and since then you two haven't talked or even texted each other.
But, now he is calling you. And you are freaking out!
"H-Hey…" you pick up the phone and immediately regret it. Maybe you can just end the call and maybe he will think that you actually never answered?
The other line is silent for a bit and for a moment you wonder if you have really accepted the call. Just then, Asahi's voice rings through your ears.
"I got an F."
You freeze. What?
"What?!"
"The professor said that the painting was too constrained…"
What?!
"But…isn't he the one always praising your paintings for their boldness?" you pace up and down on the campus, your moves becoming more nervous as a sinking feeling settles in your chest.
"What are you going to do?" you ask before he has the chance to reply to your previous question.
"I need to make another painting if I don't want to fail the class."
You abruptly stop moving. There you are, standing still in the middle of the campus grounds, gaping like a fish.
"And I need to submit it by the end of the week."
"That's why I called…" you never react and Asahi takes that opportunity to continue, "I need you to pose for me again."
"...If you would like." he adds when he still gets no answer.
"Uh…" you are still processing the situation when he bombards you with the offer and your brain just seems to shut down for a moment.
How would you do this?
Yes, Asahi needs your help, but things were so awkward last time! You hadn't even talked or seen each other for two days because of how absurd the situation was. And now he needs you to do that again!?
You bite your lip and look around you in frustration, as if one of the passing students can save you from this mess.
"Isn't there anybody else who…" you slowly cut your sentence in half, knowing that he wouldn't be asking you this if he had any other choice. You can hear Asahi's nervous breathing from the other side of the line and you feel your throat dry and your heart sink.
You close your eyes and sigh, "Is tomorrow fine with you?"
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Once again, you find yourself sitting on Asahi's bed, wearing his robe, waiting for him. You close your eyes and take deep breaths to calm your nerves. How did things turn out like that?!
You shake your head to make the thought go away. You have done this before; you can do it again! You snap your eyes open, determined to make this work this time.
Muffled voices echo behind the door and you recognize them before the door swings open, revealing Jaehyuk and a very flushed Asahi. You bring your hands closer to your body, suddenly feeling a bit exposed as you were not expecting to encounter Jaehyuk.
Jaehyuk however doesn't roam his eyes over your form or act weird upon seeing you. Instead he smiles brightly and tilts his head, happy to see you.
"Hey! I was just telling Asahi that I am heading out, so he should better behave!" he glances at Asahi, who is holding the doorknob and is having the worst time of his life, "If you need anything call me!"
"Yes, okay, bye." Asahi mutters hurriedly, closing the door on Jaehyuk's face.
"Have fun! Bye!" Jaehyuk manages to utter before the door slams shut.
Asahi stands beside it for a moment, his ears red from embarrassment, before he walks behind his canva. He chooses his brushes and colors for the painting, hands slightly shaking from his distress. He rubs his face with one hand, pushing his glasses upwards before they fall back in place and sighs dramatically.
He raises his head to look at you and his eyes widen, "S-Sorry I forgot you have to take off the robe!"
He takes a few steps towards the door, "I will go outside!"
"No, wait!"
Your hands fly in front of you as in to stop him and Asahi halts. He furrows his eyebrows and looks at you baffled. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you lower your hands back to your lap.
"I think…" you start, fingers fiddling among them, "...that you should be here while I undress."
Asahi's eyes widen and you panic.
Wrong phrasing you idiot!
"Not in a- I mean that-" you stumble on your words, feeling heat rising to your face and neck.
You take a deep breath and lock your eyes with his, "That sounded very bad."
Asahi nods, "It totally did."
You sigh and scratch your neck nervously, "I meant that, last time you failed exactly because of this!"
Asahi tilts his head to the side, like he is trying to understand your point.
"We were so afraid of facing each other and the situation and- and we just acted so childish!" you run your mouth and now that you started it seems impossible to stop, "It's not like we haven''t seen a naked body before! And you are an artist! You will see hundreds more naked bodies in your life! And- and it's not like I haven't seen myself naked before!"
Okay, maybe you were a bit getting out of hand.
"So, why can't we act like adults and strip naked?! Huh? It doesn't make sense!" you take a breath and point a finger at him, "I will take this robe off and you will decide on the pose and I don't care if I have to model with my legs open or my anus showing, I will do it and you will draw the fuck out of me! Because that's what real friends do!" you finish your mess of a speech, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
Asahi looks at you and blinks once, twice, before he bursts out laughing. You feel your cheeks flush, yet scowl at him and cross your arms over your chest.
"What's so funny?"
Asahi has almost doubled over from laughter as he grabs his knees for support. He makes eye contact as his laughter slowly dies out and he straightens up.
"You are right. If we are doing this, we should do it properly."
All of a sudden, he is serious again and that doesn't help with your nerves. At least, the atmosphere has undeniably lighten up.
"Right."
You gulp and hop off the bed, standing before him, with only a few meters separating the two of you. You grab the ends of the rope and pull, untying the robe. Suddenly, all of your previous confidence evaporates in thin air and you feel vulnerable again.
Asahi is watching you with pursed lips, his eyes following your every move. You haven't done anything similar to this before and especially not with Asahi! You have been close since the beginning of your friendship two years ago, but never like that!
Too late to back off now you remind yourself and with a deep breath you push the robe over your shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Your face is burning up, but you don't stray your gaze from Asahi. He takes a sharp breath and you notice the light tremble in his hands before he closes them in tight fists. You stare at each other for about half a minute, his eyes taking in all of you while yours stay mostly focused on his face. Asahi's face has turned red and he gulps audibly before he looks down.
We should do it properly.
"How should I pose?"
You are surprised at yourself for sounding so calm and Asahi snaps his head towards you, He looks around him then at his canva and then back at you. He is certainly not as unbothered as you.
"Eh…"
He steps behind his canva and stares at it, lost in his thoughts. You wait till he snaps out of it before shyly making his way to you. His face is still red and his eyes are focusing everywhere but on you.
"Lay down so that your head faces the canva and your legs are close to the wall."
You do as he says, lying down on the bed from the side and bending your knees, as there isn't enough space for your legs in this angle. You throw your head back, at the edge of the mattress and look straight at the canva.
"Like that?"
"Uh, kind of, yes." Asahi seems hesitant as he inspects you, "Your knees are nice like that. Can you open them a bit more? And place your left hand at the edge of the bed next to your head?"
You move around, following his instructions and bite your lips as cold air hits your vagina. You can't deny that you feel overexposed; you never imagined you would pose like this, even if you claimed to be comfortable with your legs open. Asahi looks like the confident one now as he guides you and you submit to his requests.
"Uh, can I...?" Asahi cuts his question in half, but you understand what he wants from the way his hands reach towards your body.
"Don't worry. You can touch me."
You look into his eyes as you utter the words and try to keep your blush to a minimum.
"Change whatever you don't like."
Asahi nods after a moment and moves next to you. You watch him as he fixes the position of your hand and then grabs your chin, pushing it a bit higher. His touch is gentle and your eyes meet as he moves your head a bit.
You stare at each other and for a second it feels like there is more to the light touches and long stares. But, then Asahi turns his head away and leans forward to reach your legs.
And it is at that exact moment, when Asahi's lower body is close enough to your face and visible from the angle you are placed, that you notice it. That you notice the bulge in his cotton pants.
Asahi is hard.
Asahi is hard!
Asahi is hard because of you!
You gulp and take deep breaths, but it doesn't stop you from staring at his boner. You feel his hands spread your legs even wider and your pussy clenches around nothing. Your legs slip away from his hold and press together, in an attempt to hide your glistening folds from him. Asahi, thinking you moved out of sole instinct, grabs your knees and pulls your legs apart.
"N-No, wait-" your voice is hoarse, but you are too late.
Asahi's gaze locks with your cunt and he immediately notices the thick liquid oozing of it. His head whirls to face yours and you gape at each other, both of your chests heaving as you breathe hard.
He studies your face and his eyes widen when you glance at his hard on, realization hitting him. You slowly raise your head from the mattress while you mantain eye contact, hundred of thoughts swirling in your head. Now that it came to this, maybe it is finally time to be a bit bold!
You slide your hands over his and slowly, as if testing the waters, you guide them from your knees, towards your pussy. Asahi doesn't resist you, but maybe he is just too stunned to actually react. His eyes just follow your hands, lips pursed and Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. When you pass your mid-thigh though, he pulls slightly away, like he is unsure of what you are about to do.
And for a second you are worried that you took it too far, that you ruined your friendship -or whatever it was that you were having right now- and everything that came with it. But, when you look into his eyes, you see that they have dilated with nothing but lust. You recognize the flicker of worry that passes by them and you squeeze his hands in reassurance.
"I told you. You can touch me."
Asahi's eyes widen and he takes a sharp breath from the mouth. You give him a nod and a small smile and Asahi closes his gaping mouth, clenching his teeth.
That was all Asahi needed to hear.
His eyes are back on the lower part of your body and his hands glide all the way down to your pussy; long fingers catching your inner folds and parting them open. He turns to look at you as two of his fingers massage your pussy, gathering some of your fluids and smoothly move them on top of your clit.
Your mouth opens and a loud moan slips past your lips, as you feel his fingers circle your sensitive bud. The feeling is unreal; the fact that Asahi is the one touching you is unreal! You honestly can't believe this is really happening and it's not just another fantasy of yours, like all the others that you have had these past few months.
Suddenly, two slender fingers slip inside you and you immediately clench around them. His thumb stays on your clit as his fingers lazily fuck you. This time you can't help but throw your head back on the mattress, his hard-on coming into your view again.
In between your moans, you manage to raise your hand and palm him over his pants. The fabric is relatively thin and you can feel all of him under your palm. Asahi let's out a low groan and he curls his fingers inside you, his long digits hitting your walls, making you squirm.
Your hands fly to his belt and try to unbuckle it; a bit of a struggle with your face staring at his crotch upside down. You whine and Asahi actually chuckles. You stop and raise your eyes to look at him, only to find him smiling down at you with that stupid, closed-mouth grin of his.
You furrow your eyebrows in annoyance and tug him towards you by his still-intact-belt. Asahi stumbles forward and you place your lips over his clothed bulge, kissing it softly. His dick twitches against your lips and you grin, your hands lowering to grab his hips as you peck his length.
Asahi's fingers loose speed till they go completely numb inside of you as he stares at you, mind blank of logical thoughts. His left hand moves from your thighs to your neck and then at the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, but not attempting to pull at it. Yet.
You give him a quick glance, lips curling into a smirk as you leave another kiss over his pants, this time an open mouth one. You can feel Asahi loose his footing for a second before he recovers and slightly massages your head with his thump. Your hands go back to his belt and this time you manage to unbuckle it, without separating your lips from his lower body.
With one swift move you pull his belt and drop it to the floor. Excitement arises inside you and you pull away to unbutton his cotton pants with ease. Your lips are back on him the moment his pants fall lower, revealing his underwear. There is a wet stain where Asahi's tip is located and you push your tongue against it, eyes locking with Asahi's as you tease him.
His eyebrow twitches but he doesn't give you the satisfaction of a grand reaction. Instead, the fingers between your folds start moving again; slowly sliding in and out of you.
You guess two can play this game and Asahi is not handing you the victory that easily.
Fine. If he wants to play, you will play with him.
You yank down his underwear and his dick springs free, hitting his lower belly. Having been friends with Asahi for a while now, you find it a bit weird to be looking at his erected dick while you lie on his bed in the nude. But, maybe weird is just the upside down angle that you are forced to stare at it from!
Asahi's fingers are still moving inside of you, but slower now as not to distract you from the decision up ahead. You strain your neck and tilt your head a bit in order to take a better look at his cock. You don't touch it though.
"You can touch me."
Asahi's voice is hoarse and it makes you look up at him. It's the first time he talked since you started getting handsy.
His cheeks are flushed, a rare sight on his pale skin, while he is gaping at you. His long, black hair is falling messily in front of his eyes and his glasses have fallen a bit lower on his nose as he hasn't bothered pushing them up.
Not breaking eye contact, you push yourself off your current position and stand on his bed with your knees. His hands fall limply by his sides and he doesn't reach out to you, waiting for your next move. You can see the curiosity in Asahi's eyes as you grab the sides of his glasses and put them back on the root of his nose.
You beam with pleasure and Asahi is left staring at you, before his eyes flicker to your lips. Your smile fades as you follow his gaze, lips parting open as you stare at his own mouth. He slightly leans forward, but he doesn't close the distance between you.
You are both still so nervous, it is ridiculous!
You tilt you head to the side and touch his lips with yours in a light peck. None of you move your lips; you just stay still, lips touching each other in a shy peck. You pull back and open your eyes. Asahi keeps his own closed for a bit more, savouring the kiss, before they flutter open.
You look at him and the only thought swirling in your mind is how soft his lips were and how much you want to kiss him again!
You wish he is thinking the same as your hands rise from your sides and you place them on his shoulder. Your touch is gentle, almost feather-light as if you are afraid that if you put more pressure you might scare him away. You tilt your head again and connect your lips with his as tenderly as the first time.
Asahi inhales in your kiss and his palms brush your sides before settling on your love handles. You break the kiss and look at him while mantaining your hold on his shoulders. His fingertips press a bit in your sides and he holds your gaze.
You bite your lip and lean to kiss him again, pushing harder against him. Asahi is taken by surprise and you take advantage of his open mouth to flick your tongue over his bottom lip. You pull back again and it is Asahi's time to surprise you by making the first move. The grip on your love handles tightens and he pulls you closer as he captures your lips.
You become breathless as the kiss becomes more and more heated. You don't expect Asahi to be the kind of guy that bites your lip to make you open your mouth wider for his tongue to slip inside, but today is full of surprises! You nails claw at his shoulder blades while he tugs you tighter against him, nipples pressed hard against his clothed chest.
His glasses slip lower again and when you feel them hit the bridge of your nose, you laugh. You move your face back and try to put them back to their place when he stops you.
"Wait!" he grabs them and places them aside on his nightstand, before turning back to you, "I don't want them to break."
You raise your eyebrows at him and giggle, "Are you afraid I will break them?" you say as you tug at his t-shirt for more emphasis.
"I don't want them getting in the way."
"What way?" you say breathless and tug at his t-shirt again.
You pull harder this time and Asahi tries to steady himself by putting one knee on the bed. But, his pants, that are still pooling on his ankles, make him stumble and fall forward. He manages to put his hands on the mattress and not fall entirely on top of you as you fall with him; hand still gripping his t-shirt.
You stare at each other, chests heaving as the position you find yourselves slowly dawns on you. A deep red blush spreads across Asahi's face and by the heat rising to your face, you are sure you aren't in a better situation.
You open your palm and let go of his blouse, placing your arm back on the bed for better balance. You don't break eye contact with Asahi as you are lifting yourself on your elbows under him, anticipating his reaction. His eyes seem to follow your every move and the atmosphere has changed again.
You wet your lips and you are pleased to see that the gesture has caught Asahi's attention. Slowly, you crawl backwards on the bed, turning towards the headboard and Asahi trails after you. He pushes off his slippers and lets his cotton pants fall to the floor before he gets on the bed, as to prevent another clumsy incident happening.
When your back hits the headboard you bite your lip and wait until Asahi is within reach. You are about to grab his t-shirt and bring his lips to yours when you notice his eyes taking in your form, from head to toe. And just like that, all the confidence inside of you evaporates, leaving you embarrassed again!
You snap your legs closed as his eyes wander between them and you take a sharp breath, "I-"
You don't get to finish your sentence as you rise to your knees, ready to jump off the bed. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe you shouldn't be doing this! You start doubting the situation and yourself again as your need of flee gets more prominent.
You want this, but why do you keep backing down?!
You have fucking wanted this for so long so why are you now-
Asahi's arms snake around your thighs the moment you attempt to get on your feet and force you back on your knees. You gasp and look down at him, holding you in place and staring at you with a blank look before he turns to look ahead of him. Straight to your pussy!
Your eyes widen and you press your thighs together, harder than before. Asahi looks up at you again and you feel mushy upon seeing his big, dark eyes and red cheeks.
"If you don't want to do this-"
Oh no.
"-then we can stop."
You shake your head. Oh no!
"You don't have to-"
"I want this!" it comes out of your mouth before you can filter it, but as you stare into his surprised expression that slowly turns to a happy one, you don't feel regret.
You realize he also wants this oh so bad and looking at the situation, it's obvious that it's the only thing on your minds right now. So, you stop yourself from hesitating any further and just… give in.
You take a deep breath and relax your shoulders. You slip your hand over his right one and close your fingers around it, steadily guiding it to your cunt. Asahi's gaze follows the movement of your hands before he locks eyes with you.
You think it's cute that he double checks you so many times as you press his palm against your core. Even subtle, you don't fail to notice the sharp inhale he takes the moment he feels your juices run on his hand, making you needier than before.
You seem to not be the only one that is done with hesitating, as Asahi dips his head towards your entrance, lips wrapping around your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You gasp and your whole body shudders from pleasure as one of Asahi's fingers slips past your folds and enters you.
"Asahi!" his name leaves your lips and instantly his eyes run to your face as he moves back to have a better look at you.
You slowly open your eyes and lower your head as you feel the absence of his lips on your clit. Your gaze meets his own as he keeps pumping his finger inside of you, curving it every time he is knuckles-deep inside of you.
Your mouth hangs open in a quiet moan and Asahi's pupils dilate as he slowly speeds up his movements. The change in pace make you take in a sharp breath and open your mouth wider as your hand flies to Asahi's hair, grabbing it for some kind of stability. He keeps his eyes on you even when he inserts a second finger in you and you pull hard at his hair.
You tug his hair back, exposing his neck as his mouth falls open and he pants in ecstacy. For a moment you look into each others eyes while Asahi's fingers keep moving in and out of you and the room is silent apart from your wet sounds.
That is before he slowly moves his head towards your pussy; his eyes still boring on you, your hand still tangled on his black locks. You watch as his mouth opens, tongue darting out, connecting with your clit and you moan his name again; loud and clear as the first time.
This time though, Asahi doesn't let your cry distract him. His free hand rises and grabs on your hip, yanking you closer to his mouth as he flicks your clit with his tongue. The two fingers that are thrusting in and out of your pussy suddenly stop, as he starts curving them inside you, pushing them as deep as he can.
Broken moans and whimpers of his name escape your lips as your grip on his hair tightens. Your thighs start to shake as he keeps hitting that sensitive spot with his fingers. You are sure you are going to cum any minute now and you shut your eyes as you try to concentrate on your release.
A small whine gets caught in the back of your throat as Asahi's mouth leaves your clit for a second time this afternoon, but it is quickly replaced by his thumb. You are not sure what he is trying to do but your mind clears of any thoughts the moment you feel his lips on yours.
You gasp surprised and open your eyes. The sight you find facing you is one you could only have dreamt about; Asahi's face is tinted in a light pink as his soft lips move against yours, his eyes fluttered shut and his eyelids casting long shadows on his upper cheeks. Your eyes remain open as you admire him for the first time up close. But as his hand on your hip raises to cup your cheek gently and his head dips to the side to deepen the kiss, you realize you can't keep your eyelids open any longer.
Your hands wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into the locks at his nape and you drown all of your moans inside his mouth. Asahi can feel every vibration, move and sound you make as his fingers keep fucking you faster and faster till your thighs are trembling violently and your walls are tightening around him.
You are so close now. So close to finally cumming. When he suddenly brings his movements almost to a stop!
You choke on your own saliva at the change of pace as his fingers lazily move inside of you. You buckle your hips in an obvious attempt at stimulation, but Asahi doesn't pick up the speed. Instead he breaks the kiss, getting a good look at your displeased pout and furrowed eyebrows.
You whine and grab his hand in between your legs, trying to make it move when Asahi lowers himself on the bed. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you down along with him until he is sitting on the bed and you are hovering a few centimeters over him.
You stare at him wide eyed as he pulls you a bit closer. You look down and gasp when you realize he is guiding you so that you are hovering over his erected dick. You look back at him as you breath deeply; this is happening. This is happening!
He ever so slowly lowers you towards him and you shift your knees on either side of him as you move your body down. You halt when the tip of his dick touches your folds and you look at him, only to see his Adam's apple bob and his lips quiver. You don't break eye contact as you start moving again; his dick sliding into your vagina easily with how wet you are.
You sigh and throw your head back when his length is all the way inside of you. You bring your hands to his shoulders when you realize he is still wearing that damn t-shirt while you have been naked for all this time. You fist his t-shirt and tug at it, but Asahi doesn't seem to understand what you are trying to tell him.
"Asahi!" you whine as you tug at his clothing again and he chuckles as he realizes what you are expecting him to do.
You manage to pull his t-shirt over his head with a bit of help from him, but as you do so, you shift your weight as you straddle his hips. You choke a moan as you feel his dick shift inside you and you try to stay still as you toss his blouse across the room.
Asahi notices the way your face crinkles when your hips move forward and he caresses your cheek with his knuckles. You lean on his touch before his other hand finds your face and he cups it with both hands, bringing you closer for a soft kiss. He plants a second kiss to your lips and then a third as his hands leave your cheeks and move down your body, gently brushing your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts, until they settle on your hips again.
You moan against Asahi's mouth as he roll your hips on his before he begins lifting your body up and down. Asahi isn't too big, but that doens't mean he isn't stretching you out nicely; his dick brushing against your walls as he fucks you gently. You take deep breaths from your mouth as you keep your hands on his shoulders, leaning on him for support.
With your eyes tighly shut, you don't notice the hand that heads to your clit until it's too late. You shriek and jump as you are taken by surprise, which results in you dropping on his dick more abruptly than before. Asahi groans loudly as his fingers rub your clit and more blood rushes to your face and neck.
You bring your hips up and sink on his lap roughly, causing another loud groan to leave his lips. Your face breaks into a sly grin as you stare at Asahi, with his head thrown slightly back, eyes closed firmly and mouth gaped before you repeat the vicious movement. When you replicate the movement for a third time, Asahi opens his eyes and stares into your own mischievous ones as you carry on with that pace.
You are both exhaling deeply as you continue fucking him faster and Asahi helps you not lose speed but grabbing your sides and applying more force. You pant harder by every passing minute, but you still refuse to break eye contact with each other. One of your hands speeds to your clit, finally putting some pressure on it after Asahi became busy with helping you at jumping on his dick.
You grimace as you circle your clit and discover it feels more sensitive than before. You press down Asahi's shoulder with your other hand, trying to keep stable and focus more on your clit; the rest of your movements becoming sloppy, letting Asahi take over. He guides you nicely as his gaze lowers to watch the way his dick goes in and out of your tight hole while your fingers stroke your sensitive bud.
"God…" you slightly open your eyes as your attention snaps back to Asahi who mutters more to himself, "...you are beautiful!"
At that, your eyes fully open and Asahi raises his gaze to look at you. Your whole face is burning up from embarrassment and you bite your lips in an attempt to keep your expressions under control. You are expecting Asahi to change the pace or the position you are into or even stop, but instead of doing any of that, he burries his face in the crook of your neck.
Your face is burning as Asahi trails sloppy, wet kisses on your neck; at some spots even pausing and biting your soft flesh. You gasp for air when in combination with the neck kisses, he slips his hands from your hips to your ass, grabbing the skin there and kneading it. You moan and rub your clit faster, as you feel your high coming closer and closer.
Asahi becomes aware of how your walls clasp around his dick and gives your butt cheeks a tight squeeze, triggering a mewl from you. His left hand glides over yours and starts rubbing at your clit vigorously, like a man desperate, while his right arm snakes around your waist. His grip is firm and he leans you a bit backwards as he uses only one arm to move you on his cock, his hips pounding onto yours.
You cry out loud and intertwine your fingers with his hair. Your mouth falls open and you close your eyes as you feel your walls tightening, that familiar knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Asahi's mouth drops to your breasts, kissing the area around your nipples before giving them each a quick bite; pulling with his teeth the second nipple he gets in his mouth.
"Asahi!" you gasp his name as your muscles relax and a warm liquid flows out of your vagina.
You sigh and close your eyes and Asahi lets go of your nipple. He kisses it better and minimizes his movements, loosening up his hold on you and leaving you enough space to calm down from your high.
He pulls out and you glance down between your bodies, where his dick, still red and erected, is standing. You soothe your breathing and wet your lips; and keeping one hand at his nape, you reach down with your other hand, grabbing his shaft and pumping it.
You turn to stare at him as you jerk him off; watching how his expression changes every time you squeeze him a bit more or move slightly faster. It doesn't take long before Asahi's calm demeanor breaks and you feel a thick liquid run down your fingers.
His dick softens in your hand and you close the gap between your faces as you kiss him one more time. The kiss is short yet slow and as you separate you smile sleepishly at him. Asahi stares into your eyes as he moves back a lock of your hair with his fingers. You blush and look down, realizing that you are still sitting on his lap before you crawl back and sit on the bed instead, right in front of him.
Your knees are almost touching his and you fiddle with your fingers, staring at them like they are the most interesting thing in the world. Now that your sexual intercourse came to an end, it's like it finally downs on you what you actually just did with Asahi. What that actually means!
You bring your legs closer to you and bite your thumb nervously as you raise your eyes to meet his. But, to your surprise, Asahi is staring blankly at you like he just had a revelation before he raises his eyes to meet yours and smiles widely.
"That's it!" he exclaims happily and leans forward to give you a chaste kiss.
"Stay here!" he jumps out of the bed and grabs his underwear, hastily putting it on as he runs out of the room.
You stare dumbfounded as the door bangs closed after Asahi and you stay still like he told you to do. On the other side of the door, you can hear noises as well as Haruto's disgusted screech, probably the moment he encounted Asahi at some point in the corridor. You blink and the corners of your mouth tug slightly upwards as you try to stiffle a giggle.
Asahi runs back into the room, bringing a wet towel with him. He takes a seat next to you on the bed and bites his lip, hesitating before he motions to the towel.
"Can I...?"
You raise your eyebrows as his intentions sink in and you smile at him, "I thought that I made it clear that you can touch me."
Asahi blushes at your choice of words before he nods and starts wiping your thighs, cleaning them from any sticky liquids that are staining them. He tries to be as gentle as he can and when he finishes, he looks at you, dark bangs falling over his eyes.
You blush under his stare and he moves his hair out of his line of vision as he looks at you. He opens his mouth, takes a deep breath and closes it immediately after, like he has trouble finding the right words.
He shakes his head and turns to you again, "Will you… pose for me?"
You tilt your head to the side, a bit confused.
"I think I found a pose I like."
"Oh." is all you say, remebering why you came here in the first place.
"Of course!" you give him a toothy grin, "That's why I am here!"
Asahi chuckles and pushes his hair back as he looks the other way. None of you have fully recovered from what just happened between you and that is very much obvious.
He gets up and without putting on any more clothing, he moves to stand behind his canva, glancing at you from time to time as he rearranges his brushes. You smile at him every time your eyes meet and every time he averts his eyes to the floor shyly.
"Can you move to the center of the bed?" Asahi asks you as he points to the center with one of his brushes.
You nod and do as he said, settling in the center and waiting for further instructions. Your eyes meet Asahi's and you hold the gaze for a moment as you smile shyly at each other before Asahi focuses on sharpening his pencil and you look at your open palms on your lap.
Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea in the end you think as you raise your gaze again and meet Asahi's. He blushes and looks at the canva, pretending to be busy with figuring the arrangement of the painting before his gaze locks with yours inevitably.
And he smiles big. And you smile back. And you both avert your eyes.
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TBOSAS on Crack! ✨essential information✨
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FIRST off, in honor of the book and its movie release, TBOSAS on Crack is solely (just) created as a JOKE!Alternative Universe that focuses more on the 24 OG Mentors of the 10th Hunger Games. This includes the funny/romantic misunderstandings of Coriolanus Snow and Sejanus Plinth that gave everyone the impression that they were actually “secretly” dating, and are indeed boyfriends (until they honestly were).
In addition, this Crack!AU will tell you the compelling story of how a bunch of delinquents “accidentally” stopped the Hunger Games from continuing, just because of a certain Mentor’s ✨nepotism✨.
MORE or less, most of the characters in the book are the same when it comes to their personalities and backstories. Well, except for our Mentors. They’re a bunch of crackhead Capitol kids with too much fun and stress on their hands. They even almost made Dean Highbottom and Dr. Gaul quit their respective jobs.
ALSO, these young walking disasters are not “all there” in the head. Heck! Half of them went crazy years ago because of the infamous 2 year Capitol Siege by the rebels that almost starved them all to death. Just ask Coryo Snow and Persephone. But as for the other half, let’s just say that all they want to do is eat, drink, party, and ✨graduate✨.
Here is a quick character info: [Read Me]
Here are their visuals: [Read Me]
Here’s the Hunger Games Origin: [Read Me]
Here’s their playlist: [Read Me]
Here are their ✨Code Names✨: [Read Me]
And here’s Dean Highbottom’s take: [Read Me]
Here’s that Epic The Musical Post: [Read Me]
Here’s the fate of District 13: [Read Me]
PS: For sanity’s sake, no Mentor or Tribute will be dying in this Crack!AU. No one gets killed! Bombs will still explode inside the Capitol Arena, but our crazy kids will wear the thickest plot armor EVER, just because I’m their only sponsor!🤣
Read the Cracks here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78,
The cracks are not in chronological order, but someday they will. . .
MOREOVER, this Crack!AU includes the following:
The accidental birth of ✨Snowjanus✨!😘
Also known as Corjanus, SnowPlinth, CabbageBread, The Grandma’am golden ticket to a rich life, and Strabo’s not so secret plan to rule all of Panem through his only son’s marriage to Crassus Snow’s boy.
Coryo Snow malfunctioning for the hundredth time because of how forward and shamelessly romantic Sejanus Plinth is.
“Fine! I’ll marry into money! I’m sick of eating cabbages anyway!”
“Stop throwing bread to the dead, Sejanus Plinth! Throw it to the living!”
The Mentors (intentionally) delaying the Hunger Games from officially starting because of their nonstop shenanigans with their Tributes (much to Dr. Gaul and her Gamemaker’s frustration).🤣
The Tributes slowly accepting (and sometimes rejecting) the fact that their Mentors are just a bunch of “dramatic nepotistic crazy clowns” who refuse to learn basic social cues.
The 10th Hunger Games being officially postponed (over and over again) because of Felix Ravinstill’s ✨nepotism✨ working overtime.😌💅
In truth, the Gamemakers were “forced” to stop the countdown (over and over again) because half of the Mentors illegally barged into the control room without Dr. Gaul’s permission. Afterwards, Felix just used the excuse of “My granduncle is the President of Panem, I can do whatever I want” card to postpone the games.
Lucy Gray ignoring the personal space of her fellow annoyed Tributes (and everyone she meets), just because she’s “Covey” and quirky.
The poor underpaid Capitol Peacekeepers wanting a salary increase, vacation, and promotion because they have been dealing with the Mentors’ extra curricular criminal activities for far too long.
All the Mentors (excluding Livia and Arachne) being genuine ✨Besties✨ to each other since their grade school days.
Livia Cardew only calls her classmates either witches or idiots.
Festus Creed being the real ✨Dumpster Diving Capitol Rat King✨ and the best free cheesecake coupon hoarder of the century.
“Dumpster Diving for free food coupons is a common school activity, officer!”
The Academy? More like ✨The Academy of Arts✨💅.
Everyone wanting to secretly major in ✨Theatre & Drama✨.
Crazy but rich AF Sejanus Plinth and his unhealthy obsession of being Coryo Snow’s beloved boyfriend, fiancé, sugar daddy, baby daddy, and future husband.
Ma Plinth slowly becoming the food benefactor of the Mentors. #feedmeMa
Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray being the best of friends who love to sh*t talk about their boyfriends every time they meet.
Seriously, Coryo and Lucy Gray are just friends here. Everyone knows that crazy Sejanus Plinth will strangle anyone who tries to flirt with his gorgeous Snow Bae sugar baby fiancé.
Lucy Gray genuinely liking the Mentors for their chaotic ✨dramatic✨ personalities.
Sejanus Plinth shamelessly calling his darling Coryo “Babe, My love, Snow Angel, Snow Bae, Snowy, Snow Baby, Sweetheart” in front of everyone and their dogs.
The Mentors randomly coming up to Lucy Gray and asking her to sing banned songs from the early 2000s.
Strabo Plinth’s unhealthy obsession with the Snow family. Apparently, he and the ever gorgeous Crassus Snow were very close “friends” and the best “roommates” back in their military days. They were busy “stargazing” and playing with their rifles all night if you know what I mean.😏
The Grandma’am and Strabo Plinth being the true evil geniuses of the Capitol.😈
Strabo Plinth insisting Coryo to marry into his family and change their surnames to ✨The Great Plinth-Snow Dynasty✨, just because it sounds more powerful.
Coryo Snow accidentally convincing his beloved sugar daddy boyfriend (Crazy Sejanus Plinth) to become the future ✨President of Panem✨ (after Felix).
Tigris and The Grandma’am selling Coryo’s hand in marriage to the Plinth family. They genuinely believe that old man Strabo Plinth will lower the food prices if Sejanus marries Coryo for the sake of Panem.
Tigris Snow finally quitting her job (she got fired for being a weird cheese addict) and happy dancing for a whole week when she heard that her sweet little Coryo will marry into the Plinth family fortune.
Tigris, the Grandma’am, and Ma Plinth planning the ultimate ✨Snowjanus Royal Wedding of The Century✨.
The Grandma’am and evil Strabo Plinth scheming together to rule Panem and its people through ✨The Great SnowPlinth Union✨.
Ma Plinth wanting at least 5 beautiful grandchildren out of The Great SnowPlinth Union, while Strabo and the Grandma’am demanded 2 dozen (and more). #24&More
Lysistrata Vickers being the founder and President of the Capitol’s SnowPlinth/Snowjanus Official Fan Club.
Lucy Gray supporting and promising Coryo Snow that she and her Covey will sing the best banned love songs at his wedding.
Reaper Ash being labeled as the “weird one” by his fellow crazy Tributes.
Treech and Vipsania Sickle being the best gym bros for some unknown reason.
Marcus trying (and failing) to ignore the annoying existence of Sejanus Plinth.
Lysistrata Vickers having dibs as Coryo’s official ✨Maid of Honor✨. Apparently, poor cheese addict Tigris Snow was tragically outvoted by the very influential and powerful SnowPlinth/Snowjanus Fan Club members out of jealousy.🥲
Festus Creed and Tigris Snow fighting for the position of ✨Best Man✨ through an epic ✨Dance-off Battle✨💃🕺.
Apollo Ring being forced to be Coryo’s ring bearer because of his surname. Honestly, Gaius Breen and Androcles Anderson just peer pressured him for fun.
Livia Cardew planning to crash Coryo’s wedding for the expensive wine.
The Mentors and Tributes avoiding the “Arena Bomb Explosion Incident” because of Palmyra Monty’s dangerous existence.
Androcles Anderson being a proud professional kleptomaniac.
Lucky Flickerman wanting to quit his job. Apparently, the self proclaimed magic man was extremely unprepared to face and deal with the Mentors’ collective stupidity.😭
The Gamemakers forgetting to edit out Sejanus Plinth’s little arena stunt.
“Marcus was just sleeping, Sejanus! He’s still alive, you idiot Plinth! We freaking postponed the games!”
“For the last time! Don’t kiss Coriolanus Xanthos Snow on LIVE TV! There are freaking kids and dogs watching!”
Coryo and Sejanus shamelessly kissing, hugging, and being dramatic AF inside the Capitol Arena, while poor Marcus and the others are left sitting on the stands annoyed and confused AF.
Dean Casca Highbottom intentionally calling poor Coryo “Crassus Xanthos Snow” out of spite and out of regret (and because he’s still madly and deeply in love with the ever gorgeous Crassus Snow).
Drunk Highbottom living and swimming in denial since the infamous ✨#Crasca4Ever! University Breakup✨.😔
Coryo Snow successfully convincing a drunk Highbottom not to expel him by pretending to be Crassus Snow. He later regrets doing it.
Drunk!Casca not being able to correctly pronounce half all of his students’ names.
Festus Creed and Androcles Anderson receiving a lot of demerits and expulsion letters from the Dean. However, they still go to school and join their class discussions like nothing happened.
Casca Highbottom banning the Mentors from attending ✨The Academy’s Annual Students Teachers Meeting✨ (forever) because of the infamous Heavensbee Hall Flooding Incident.
Coryo Snow secretly trading his cabbages for banned music albums at the Capitol Black Market.
The banned song “Heaven Is A Place On Earth” accidentally playing on repeat inside the Capitol Arena because Felix Ravinstill forgot to detach his phone from Dr. Gaul’s master speaker.
“Snow On The Beach” stealing the top spot on the Capitol Billboard Hot 100 because of Coryo Snow and Lucy Gray’s final performance inside the Capitol Arena.
The Mentors trolling Lucky Flickerman and Lepidus Malmsey for the hundredth time.
Hilarius Heavensbee secretly collects movie records from the early 2000s. His favorite banned film is ✨Legally Blonde✨.
Io Jasper and Urban Canville being a bunch of shameless nerds who can’t properly communicate with each other.
Professor Sickle trying to convince Drunk!Casca Highbottom to give her a raise and promotion for tolerating the Mentors’ shenanigans and stupidity.
Crazy Palmyra Monty forever mentally and emotionally scarring her classmates (especially Florus Friend) with her homemade poisonous snacks.
Florus Friend fearing and avoiding Palmyra Monty’s accursed deadly bread rolls and expired sandwiches.
Felix Ravinstill being a genuine good friend and great Class President to everyone.
Dennis Fling asking poor sensitive Felix to beg for some illegal ✨Miracle Pills✨ from Lysistrata to cure Hy and Dill’s respiratory related illnesses.
Everyone knows that Persephone Price willingly ate that infamous “Maid Stew” that her father made for them to survive.
Festus Creed’s ✨PerseFest✨ agenda.
Dairy Heiress Domitia Whimsiwick fawning over Tanner’s skills and biceps.
Coral perfecting her somersault to impress the Capitol crowd and her idiot Mentor.
The Mentors pretending to be stupid whenever they attend Dr. Gaul’s class.
Dr. Gaul giving up on grooming poor Coryo Snow to become her successor because she realized that his brain doesn’t work properly whenever he’s with Sejanus.
Poor homeless Hilarius Heavensbee getting disowned and kicked out of the ✨Queen Bee Mansion✨ by his evil weirdo parents for being a loser nuisance towards his smarter and perfect younger brother.
Livia and Arachne convincing themselves that Casca Highbottom is actually Coryo Snow’s true sugar daddy.
Meanwhile, Florus Friend thinks Strabo Plinth is the real sugar daddy of poor Coryo Snow and homeless Hilarius Heavensbee.
Dr. Gaul openly wanting to strangle the Mentors for acting being stupid.
Urban Canville’s secret mission to strangle Lucky Flickerman and his annoying bird.
Felix Ravinstill being the favorite darling grandnephew son of President Gran Gran.
Festus winning the position of ✨Class Representative✨. Apparently, Creed only won because Sejanus “accidentally” locked Urban Canville inside a bathroom stall.
Persephone Price and Mizzen being the best pizza partners in crime. Somebody, these two idiots will rule all of Panem with their ruthless ✨Pizza Palace Empire✨.
Drunk!Coryo genuinely believes that Felix Ravinstill is the current President of Panem.
Drunk!Sejanus, Drunk!Coryo, Drunk!Festus, and Drunk!Lysistrata acting like shameless fools in front of their Tributes. The poor and underpaid Peacekeepers were not amused.
Festus Creed and Sejanus Plinth stripping on broad daylight because of the summer heat.
Reaper Ash praying for some normalcy and mental peace every day.
Jessup and Sheaf talking and singing with the Capitol’s “sacred” rabid raccoons and wild squirrels in order to stay sane.
Mizzen being a terrible little gremlin.
The Mentors trying to recreate The Hunger Games until ✨Panemvision✨ was born.
Livia’s own version of The Hungers Games is basically ✨Love Island✨ on crack and steroids.
Because of the awful “Love Island” idea, the rest of the Mentors had to write a serious 20 page essay on why the Hunger Games should be recreated/revamped into a true reality TV show with a “no killing, no gore, no cannibalism” policy.
The Mentors trying to convince the School Board Members, the Government Officials, and crazy President Ravinstill to change the 10th Hunger Games into a non-deadly talent show to increase viewership and sponsors.
Moreover, Coryo strongly defended the proposal by having Lucy Gray successfully sing in front of a live audience (again) on TV. Billy Taupe was the only one who got offended (again).
Meanwhile, the rest of the Mentors also convinced their Tributes to show off their talents that same day. That was Reaper’s 2nd worst day of the week.😂
Dean Highbottom only supported the proposal because it reminded him of his wild karaoke clubbing days with his drop dead gorgeous lover. You know who it was.😏 #Crasca4Ever #crassusmylove #SnowBottom
Clemensia Dovecote also backs their weird essays by simply stating that killing children will only make the Districts hate the Capitol more. However, if they provide “real entertainment” without the violence, then the Districts might warm up to them.
In addition, Sejanus proposed that the winner of the contest will be made a ✨STAR of PANEM✨! 🤩
And as the ✨Star of Panem✨, he/she will be given monetary support and a lifetime supply of cabbages and lima beans by the Capitol.
Meanwhile, the losers will only get 10 boxes of pizza, 2 gallons of orange soda, one body bag of sandwiches (made by Ma Plinth) as a reward for “willingly” participating.
Juno Phipps then added a “rule” stating that no Tribute shall be punished (or killed) because the losers must live and remember their humiliation on television for the rest of their lives.😈
Coryo and Clemmie also proposed that each Tribute must have a Prep Team and Stylist to make them presentable for Lucky Flickerman’s Late Night Show with Jubilee.
Finally, Felix Ravinstill and Dennis Fling closed their arguments by stating: “That being forced to sing and perform ON STAGE and on LIVE TV, which could be replayed over and over again, even after death, especially for Tributes who couldn’t save their own pride and dignity for all of Panem to remember, is the worst punishment one could freely give to one’s enemy. They won’t even be allowed to forget how they had wronged you.”
After hearing the Mentors’ closing argument, Dr. Gaul was ready to end it all and commit bloody murder in front of everyone.😡🔪
But after some deliberation, President Ravinstill (and his puppies) approved the Mentors’ proposal and changed the Hungers Games into the ✨HGASC✨ (Hunger Games: Annual Singing Contest).
However, the Grandma’am and Strabo Plinth insisted that they should just officially call it ✨PANEMVISION✨.
Meanwhile, Dr. Gaul tried to persuade President Ravinstill (again) to reconsider the Mentors’ stupid proposals.
However, she was outvoted by both the School Board Committee and the Capitol’s highest ranking government officials, just because everyone (but her) wanted to see what “true entertainment” really looks like on screen.
Livia Cardew even defended everyone’s ideas nonstop because, according to her, there was a lack of spicy entertainment in the Capitol. Damn the rules! This is the Capitol! We want ✨Love Island✨ type of dramas! Where are the ✨Real Housewives of Corso✨?! F*ck the Hunger Games! Give us the 90 Day Fiancé from the Districts!
And that’s how the Mentors “accidentally” ended the Hunger Games and gave birth to the most popular and craziest reality TV show in the weird history of Panem.
As for every Quarter Quell, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a true ✨SHOW STOPPER✨!
The first ✨HGASC/PANEMVISION✨ Quarter Quell will have the Mentors reap kids from both Capitol and District. Afterwards, one District Tribute will be paired with one Capitol Tribute to perform a special duet act (whether they like it or not).
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† ALL OF THEM ALIVE : AFTERMATH HEADCANONS †
Introduction
I asked you guys which Hcs would you like me to write first and you decided the option . The majority of blogs had talked about their own personal Hcs about this AU ! / Possible final where all the boys survived their kidnapper " The Grabber " , so I think it's time I'll do mine too . In this fandom we all wished or thought at least once about this , about the " what if " , and it's interesting how there's some stuff we all agree with and how some would differ depending the person you're asking . But anyways , I shall get to the point and talk about what you stopped reading for
author's note : I'm really sorry for not writing lately , I've been kinda stressed out and with little time to do something like this . Like I said before , I promised than little by little I'll do y'all requests , I didn't forget , so please be patient because soon I'll have the time
Warnings ¡! : Children abuse , SA , VERY long rant , possible misspelling , specific details that might be gruesome , headcanons about future and family situation of each character , suicide , angst , mention of real life killers / predators , homophobia , sexism , etc ... . If you don't agree with the following headcanons then I'm open to discuss yours politely , so now after that been said , enjoy it ^^
¿ How they escaped from " The Grabber " ?
This one is very difficult to decide , since there's a lot of options that can be valid and logical in the context of the movie , so I will make a ranking to most to least " possible " in my opinion :
THE GRABBER HIMSELF LETS THEM GO : Now , I know that knowing this character is based on a pedophile serial killer and IT'S a pedophile serial killer , the possibility of him letting them go sounds not logical at first , but hear me out on this one . The first 2 thoughts that comes in my mind when someone has escaped their kidnapper , is that they escaped when they've killed or ran away when their kidnapper was distracted , or , the very own criminal let them go . Remember the scene when Albert tells Finney that " nothing is going right " or that " he's thinking about letting him go " ? Well , I think that if in another universe they all escaped from him because HE lets them go , either because he was afraid of being caught by the police or his very own sick self that had enough of toying with them ( You imagine what could been " enough " for this psycho ) . The circumstance of them also being discarded as " dead " in the worst physical state is also an option , yet one of the saddest , because this one is where they get to live the worst of the " Naughty boy " game . Some walking back home on their own , some others found by other people that called the authorities for help
MAX HELPS THE KIDS TO ESCAPE : this crackhead seems to be smart on his own way , but way too fucked up with drugs to reach his full sane and clean potential , yet , on the movie , he figures his brother out , but he unfortunately dies by the hand of his very own blood . But , if Albert did went to work , I believe he would ramble a little about how it made sense , on how he didn't figure out sooner , etc . Soon the plead of the kids of letting them go makes him go back half on his senses , and he either calls the police and tells the kids to search on the house more about his brother in order to have more proofs against him ( Yes , this sounds dumb but justice sometimes don't do what they have to do ) or either takes all of them to the police station right away , proud of himself because HE DID found the kids , but of course , little does he know that he won't and will never get the credit for it .
SAME BASEMENT , DIFFERENT ROOMS : This one that I've seen more repeating on the people on the fandom , and I guess I understand why . There's 2 possibilities in each instance : The place , the victim who knocks out the Grabber and the final state of the kidnapper . If if we're talking about the place , it ain't something impossible for a house to have a immense basement under it with multiple rooms and stuff . Albert Shaw is based on Jhon Wayne Gacey , a pedophile homosexual serial killer that also did "children entertainment " gestures and had also like work construction business , this man hide the bodies of his victims under his house , on his backyard and in another house apart from where he lived ( Josef Fritzl can be also compared to this killer too , this man build a basement specially to SA his own daughter and have incestuous children with her that maintained them from escaping ) . A sick twisted mind that build a basement JUST to SA poor boys that had the bad luck of encounter him . That , or the "Naughty boy " game takes place in different locations , the first part , under his house basement , the one that we see on the movie , the second , somewhere else , a basement that who knows what happened or who created such thing with soundproofed rooms that has a black phone united to the next room , the boys , prisoners of a masked human devil that checked that all the telephones were disconnected or broken , but they make it work , and create a plan to take down their tormentor . The idea of all of them taking him down at the same time sounds cool and almost relieving , as all the victims participate on fighting against their predator , but if you prefer more the idea of Finney being the boy who takes down The Grabber , then the final plan is him setting the others free after being done with him . And depending on how possible you may think an option or other is , The Grabber gets killed by all his victims , or survives , and is arrested ... Not allowing the cycle of pain to end for the kids
UNKNOWN PREVIOUS VICTIMS GHOSTS : I admit I don't really know if the creators / writers or whatever said something about this before , but this man killed 5 kids and its hinted on the book that he had also kidnapped more , we only know about this kids on the movie because of Finney's perspective and Gwen's dreams ( Except Griffin Stagg ) , but what if there was more somewhere else in another state / town ? What if instead of only one child having an spiritual gift we had 6 trapped children that got kidnapped in a haunted building of previous victims of The Grabber ? Perhaps all of them being able to contact the Spiritual world but not knowing until they were taken by a crazy man ? That would be not only cool in my opinion to see in a movie ( it would be really interesting to see how differently they would react to ghosts ) but it can be something possible in the context of the movie and / or in the " The Shinning" universe ( non confirmed to be cannon it's just a theory )
THE POLICE SOLVING THE CASE : Look , we all know sometimes police it's more useless and dangerous that what they supposed to be , BUT , if we are talking about the most possibles " what if " , I think that maybe , in this particular case , in another universe the detectives ( I don't remember their names , I think maybe Mr Wright and Mr Miller ? ) figure out fast enough to solve the case and save the kids ( Tbh Gwenny did so much more for her brother and those kids than the police did on the movie , and she's just a child that didn't got credit for being the most important person on the case ) so if we didn't have Gwen's psychic abilities and we're on a non paranormal context of the movie , sooner or later killers are discovered , either because lack of self awareness or because they wanted to be recognized , and usually sexual predators tend to lack self awareness the more they get " confident " ( ik fucking disgusting ) . If the they did the same Max's reasoning , I believe that they could have the luck to say " that the help came " ( Again , I believe this possiblity of police figuring Albert Shaw sounds reasonable , but doing it on time , that's a 40/60 , 40% they got before any SA or death happened , 60% that something bad already happened when they got to arrest Albert Shaw " The Grabber" )
THE VERY OWN KIDS ESCAPE BY THEIR OWN : All of this are possibilities , even if it's on the lowest of the ranking , it is still something that could happened , but for me , it's a very low chance of it actually happening . I know cases of children and teenagers escaping and saving others from killers / kidnappers , but if the whole movie happened , it was because no matter how "popular " or " strong " they were , they were still kids / young teens against a grown ass adult twice their weight and height . But my point is , if they did escaped on their own without interacting while being captive with others victims , then The Grabber definitely cannot commit his crimes on the same place / in one of his houses . As I see it on this option , if they did escaped , they did it like the way they tried and died for ( Billy breaks a window , Griffin escapes on a moment of distraction , Vance escapes by getting into another room that helps him to exit , Bruce perhaps instead of digging himself a tunnel finds a trapdoor that leads to a tunnel . Idk what to think as a escape route for Robin or Finney , perhaps Robin had to actually get into a fight with the Grabber and started to get chased but he manages to escape , maybe Finney waits enough time to observe and makes a whole plan to escape and call the police on Albert's absence ) . Idk if they would be able to tell who is their captor or not , but I'm sure that in this last option , The Grabber definitely gets arrested or " learns from his mistakes " to " get better " at kidnapping children .
¿ Do they stick together after all the trauma ?
I believe it's a 50/50 , I can see both options being possible if all or some of the victims survived
WHY IT'S POSSIBLE : Nobody would understand the pain and trauma that they been through better than them as a group , not the police , not the reporters , not their friends , not their families , not the child therapists , only them . Unconsciously would still be on alert mode and seek for their and the others safety , possibly being more protective or snap back at those who try to bother them or another boy , and if we follow the " Same basement , different rooms " option , they feel like they're in debt with the others for helping / saving their life , making a sort of friendship / comfort bond with the other boys . A friendship that could be intact for years even after they are living their own lives or are far away from each other
BUT AT THE SAME TIME : Seeing the others is a constant remind of what they been through , wich it could result in them drifting apart from each other to avoid the memories coming back at them . Perhaps some will even resent others , blaming them without knowing why , be mad that they told the police / other people what they been through and now everyone knows they also been SA or physically abused , frustrated that people or the own victims boys search them asking about what happened or how they feel after " it's all over " . If they didn't killed Albert or help the other to escape , then the anger for not being able to finish him or be left behind would also increase the discordance between each other
¿ Would they be able to go back to their normal lives ?
I'm sorry but again , I'll think it's a 50/50 thing , or well , more like a 40/60 thing . They of course , after so much trauma in their heads they will need time to get over or deal with it , but some will have more support than others and that's a fact . They can't erase the past , but some of them would not have the same tools to deal with it in a healthy way ( Personal opinion : none would be able to cope in a healthy way . We're talking about boys that been possibly SA with physical and mental damage from living such situation as kidnapping and being captive against their will . Homophobia was 6x worse in the 70's , even if nothing was their fault , there's always people that would make them feel like shit for " not standing up " or " letting it happen" , questioning their sexuality or " if they liked it " or if they " search that " . Media would definitely not help this situation at all )
So in a ranking of who I personally think would be able to manage to " come back to normal" in their lives to " fastest to slowest " or have more support would be :
BRUCE YAMADA : His family and popularity would make him the one gets more empathy from the people in town , not like the others won't get it at all , but he definitely would have the odds more on his favor . His parents are wealthy enough to pay him a therapist or seek a doctor that helps him to cover his scars , anything that he asks or needs to feel better . People , let's be honest , would sympathize more with him than before and would even get it from those that before didn't like him that much . Yet , it would take him time to get back on his normal rhythm , baseball would be more difficult due how much muscular strength he lost while being captive , parties would overwhelmed him , and he would not like going out by himself , always needing someone on his side . Luckily , he would be on shape in a few months , hanging out in small parties and slowly but surely , being on his own on the streets . All though , he makes sure that his friends , baseball buddies or the people that hangs up with him in general didn't dare to bring the subject of him , the others or The Grabber on his presence , he doesn't want to start a unnecessary discussion or stop talking to them for their loud mouths ...
BILLY SHOWALTER : Everybody recognized his face before and after he went missing , but this time it was different , the look in the eyes of people that he came across with wasn't indifferent or the regular polite ones , now they would speak for the person louder than their voice did , they tried to hide it , but the pity was something that the look in their eyes didn't lie about . Nobody said or told him nothing , but he knew , Billy knew that everybody knew , and it made him a little bit paranoid ¿ How much did they knew about what happened ? He stopped delivering papers after seeing his face and the others in it , stopped watching TV for a while until the news of his " case " would disappear , his family thought it would be a good idea to take more trips to his grandparents house or outside the home general , like camping , lakes , family cookouts , etc . Little by little he would gain a little bit more confidence on himself , but he would need to isolate himself from the people to get a bit of peace of mind and be back to " the real world " . Sometimes frustration of not being able to erase people's memories of him as the kidnapped kid would get him , but he'll suppressed it , as well as he can , just like him trying to not get alarmed by his dog barks ...
FINNEY BLAKE : He's for sure got his back covered by his sister Gwen before , now and forever , their bond was always strong and it became even stronger after he went missing . After surviving The Grabber the bullying stopped since he was THAT kid who survived the The Grabber , making him be in peace for a good amount of time on high school , although when it all calmed down , some or other dude would call him names , but it wasn't like he would get beaten for it , and if they tried to , he wasn't scared to throw a punch to shut them up . I do believe that Terrance tried to change for his son and daughter , but even then , the damage was already done , there's was no more violence or alcohol smell in the house , but there was no deep connection between him and his kids . Sometimes his father would accidentally make a loud noise and he would flinch or jump on his place , to later realize it wasn't nothing . And if his father kept his same attitude that he had before he was taken , Finney wouldn't take any more shit from him anymore . As a generational curse , father and son would get into heated discussions , discussions where Finney would dare him to hit him or Gwenny , just once , for him to see what'll do to his father if he did . So , if we expect the good development , I think he will sometimes get to live a somehow normal life with ups and downs , the last ones being the hardest times if they clicked something from the past , but usually being able to compose himself , if his dad doesn't help his recovery to normalcy , then he might slowly loose little by little the calmness in him and isolate himself to avoid problems , like before ..
ROBIN ARELLANO : His mother was ecstatic when she heard her that her child didn't die like her husband , giving him a big hug that was full of pleading for forgiveness and thanking God for bringing Robin back home alive , as well his uncle , who waited for her to to finish to hug his nephew too . He would get child treatment for a long time , his mother would make him a lot of his favorite food for him to gain weight and pepper him with kisses and cheesy nicknames that he didn't heard since he was a toddler , his uncle giving him more gifts than before as well as doing the impossible to make space on his work schedule and drive him the way to and back from school . At first Robin didn't complain , why would he ? He would lie if he says he didn't missed his family and the affection he receives from them , but as time passed and he tried to "get over it " and go back to normal , he noticed how much those actions made him feel weak and useless . He asked his mother to stop treating him like a child and his uncle to let him walk by himself like before , wich lead her mother to be confused of why he wouldn't like what she does and , for the first time on his life , he having an argument with his uncle about what's safe or what he needs . School was still difficult for him to understand , Robin felt like everything changed since he left and now he's more close to suspending than before , thankfully he got a tutor teacher that is just as good and understanding like Finney . The kids still respect him as one of the toughest in school , even the ones that were waiting for an opportunity to fight him didn't want to face him , but that made him angry , how he's supposed to let all this pent up frustration now ? He didn't see this as respect , he felt this as pity , they consider him not in condition to fight , he escaped the god damn Grabber for fucks sake ! He hates it , the feeling of vulnerability not leaving after escaping that cold basement . He'll try to keep a low profile and try his best to avoid talking to people , keep his cool , but hearing his uncle talk about the fight he had on his work with his mother because some coworker called his nephew a faggot , made this feeling of vulnerability turn into disgust ... Disgust by himself , which lead him into a depression and isolation period of time that he would only get over after a year or an a half . Later , he would tell himself that what happened made him stronger , and that's part of him now , hyping himself up as well as he can , because toxic masculinity won't go just because of him ..
GRIFFIN STAGG : He only has his mother for support and some other adults that felt compassion towards him , after all , he survived a huge cut on his throat that didn't let him talk freely like before . He had to learn sign languages along with deaf and / or mute kids , they were friendly , and even if he was a little bit doubtful of the idea of making friends , he found himself comfortable with them . He hated it , how even in hot weather he had to cover his neck , how he went to invisible to have the entire school eyes on him and his name known for every kid in Colorado , and not for good . For a long time doctors told him to had certain soft food diet until his throat got better , so the frustration of not being able to talk or eat freely made him isolate himself or shut himself down . His mother took him to a child therapist and it certainly helped him , just not enough to say he's happier . The only good thing he sees on all of this is that he's better at school and learned to be more focused , because the part of him not being able to talk back and be like a walking ghost of flesh and bones was definitely not the good one ...
VANCE HOPPER : The actor of this character said that his background or house life is definitely not good or supportive , specially coming from his father . I headcanon that this kid had the misfortune to have the worst type of men as his dad : aggressive , abusive , toxic and definitely not the most open minded either . I also think his mother is much of a submissive woman who accepted her fate and is way too scared to do something against her husband , which results into her not standing up for her son when he gets beat up or yelled at . Even he hates his old man with all his heart , he unconsciously became similar to him in thinking and bad temper . I also think either because of his mother or his father contacts ( not in the rich kind of way , its either because his own father works there or one of the two knows someone inside the police force ) he would set free of jail and not being sent to a juvenile rehabilitation center . After what he been through , his hate towards the world and life would increase even more , because he was the exception of out the 6 boys , the only one that the police didn't care to find and kids were grateful he was gone , that his own father was grateful that he "escaped " from his house , but his mother knew that it wasn't like that . He would feel that everyone thought he searched what happened to him , that everyone stopped fearing him to be disgusted by him , it would take a slight insult or wrong look for him to explode and beat the person . He felt conflicted , and didn't know where to go to feel better outside the mall with a pinball machine , teachers still saw him as the outcast , his " friends " didn't feel comfortable being around Vance anymore and the therapy costed way too much , or well , too much for his dad opinion . He would get into trouble more often than before , but no one would say something , they would resort to just to avoid him like an rabid dog , just like before he guess . If he's by himself , he would grow up hating himself and projecting that hate towards others , not to say that his father stopped beating his ass , but the venomous comments shamming him for what happened didn't , to the point Vance wished he was just straight beaten up like before instead of hearing those awful words every day ..
¿ What if The Grabber and the children are taken to the court of law ?
I don't think I saw people talking about this or maybe someone did but I never encounter their opinion before , but let's just say they escaped either by A or B and Albert is not killed but arrested , you know how painful would be for the boys to live the whole process until his sentence is dictated ? The constant interview with the police , the television transmitting everything , the lawyer and fake witnesses in Albert Shaw's favor , etc .
We have the Yamada and Showalter family , the Yamada family will try to get every contact to help them win the case , the best lawyers possible in the name of their son and if it's allowed , the other children too . The Showalter family would ask every neighbor in Denver to speak in favor of the children and would definitely do everything on their power to make the country know what injustice would be made if they give a monster like Albert Shaw a lower punishment that he deserves , for the people to not believe what the witnesses says and his " good man " facade and think about their children , probably with the television or radio stations help . The Arellano family would try to to avoid the public eye just like Mr Blake ( Terrance ) , unless the police , media or the court made a difference with Robin because he's hispanic , then they , specially his mother Mrs Arellano , would expose with all the tools they could get access to , the people who disrespects Robin . Terrance would try his best to not interfere with the legal process , but if someone ever tried to blame Finney for defending himself he would get physically violent , and I believe to avoid this impulsivity to happen , he would try his best not to see Albert Shaw's face and make it worse for his son . Mrs Stagg I believe would not want at first her son to live through the whole process and would have her son's mental health as priority first , but seeing that it would be more harmful than beneficial , she would be by Griffin's side until it's all over or at least that horrible man gets what he deserves . Hopper's family though , expect bad things to happen with this family . The father Mr Hopper if offered money , wouldn't care that the man that harmed his son was set free and could even force Vance to step aside of the whole legal process , or maybe not accepting money , but definitely enjoying the attention that the reporters gives him everytime they tried to speak to him for more information . The mother , Mrs Hopper does want justice for her child , but isn't sure how to help him without making her husband mad or messing up things , but she would definitely take the courage to testify against the disgusting person of name Albert Shaw , even she doesn't know if what she's doing will bring her consequences , since Albert's lawyer accused them of being involved with police corruption .
I think all of them would collaborate as much as possible for the life imprisonment to be dictated for " The Grabber " , repeating their testimony as many times as necessary , even if they feel ashamed if any SA happened and would take them a timespan to open up to the detectives and the court .
¿ Would they tell their friends or family what happened ? ¿ How they would continue their lives ?
Definitely it's different on each case / boy , and we're definitely not on the same line as before with the law happening because once dead , the only thing left of " The Grabber " is the damage he caused in these boys . The police demands their testimony , they get it , and it's over , but what the details they don't release on public ? Would the boys tell those closed to them what exactly happened underground with that man ?
Those details : Paranormal activity , Gwendolyn Blake / Max Shaw participation , starvation , dehydration , the state of the kids the moment they're found ( Dirty , bloody , skinny , with dry white lips , perhaps with missing pair of clothes ) , SA towards the missing children
VANCE HOPPER : If possible , he would keep every detail to himself , internalized homophobia and sexism would live with him as he grows up to be a volatile man that would have a hard time trusting other people and keeping his job . Would rely on drinking or physical violence to cope the trauma , definitely isolating himself , perhaps changing Pinball for gambling machines . In a very heated period of life , he may consider suicide or commit illegal acts
BRUCE YAMADA : Asked his parents to not let anything come out of the police station that wasn't already said on TV , his parents asked him why , but he only told them to do it for him . Would deny or avoid talking about what happened focusing to become the baseball player he always dreamed to be . It isn't until one day , as a already famous hitter of strikes , in a interview a reporter asks him if any SA happened during his time captive by the criminal " The Grabber " . Bruce couldn't stop his hands from trembling and his voice to stutter after the interview . This would make him have panic and anxiety attacks , fearing the public eye as he never did before , but the more you try to run away from your past , the past gets closer to catch you as time goes by . After a while , he feels like it's to time to tell the truth , and Bruce gets enough confidence and courage to speak on the media that yes , he was sexually abused by a man that kidnapped him when he was a teen , that felt that he should hide it if he wanted to be a baseball star , because society makes the SA victims feel guilty for what they live through even if it's not their fault , specially men , that either are ignored or ridiculed , treated as trash or unworthy of empathy . This would had a huge impact on the media , but also would help people to question their beliefs and speak for their experiences . When he got the permission to open a foundation for abused children and teenagers , he felt that invisible weight on his chest get lighter . The letters of fans that have been abused thanking him for speaking out loud his experience made him cry on the privacy of his house ...
GRIFFIN STAGG : Would only tell his mother if she persisted once and never talk about it again , and since Griffin's therapist died of old age , he wouldn't want any other to have a session with , wich meant he'll never tell anyone about it . He grows up to accept jobs that he changes once a while when the money ain't for him to pay the bills , like being a librarian or a janitor of different buildings , his frustrated dream of being a veterinarian would from to time to time make him feel sad about it , but he'll comfort himself by saying that at least he has enough to live good . Well , good it's what doctors say , because he's tired of the constant medical visits for his vocals and throat to be checked . It's not like a miracle would and he suddenly was healed completely and capable of speaking . It's just the same old routine since... That ...
ROBIN ARELLANO : If possible , he would deny everything that happened to him if his family wants to know " the truth " . The truth is that he tries to move on and forget , but until he gets on his period of life with confidence and cool persona back , he would feel like the worst shit ever . He grows up and gets some of his old normalcy back , the horror movies though ? Not his favorite type anymore . I believe he probably wants to become a soldier like his father , but ends up being a fire fighter or part of a rescue team , but at an adult age , because his youth would have tons of low wage jobs due his inexperience and origin . Would only confess a single time to someone that confessed to lived something similar has him , to make them know they have his support and they're not alone .
FINNEY BLAKE : Would only confess this as an adult on a dinner with his sister , breaking down , rambling nonsense that would stop once Gwen stands up from the table and hugs her big brother , rubbing his back in a attempt to comfort him . He definitely works hard to be part of the NASA workers , although as time goes by , he realizes that being astronaut was a huge responsability and demanding , and he prefers to stay as a spaceship engineer . If some collegue or superior tried to talk with him about his time being captive on the basement , he would politely ask them to change the subject of the conversation , if they persistent he would find an excuse to leave and " go back to work " . Maybe if he did choose the astronaut profession this wouldn't happened ...
BILLY SHOWALTER : If the police didn't let the people know , he would take all his memories to the grave , maybe write them if he feels the need to vent . Doesn't matter who asks , he would always deny , decline and avoid any exchange about what happened on the 78' . He wanted to become a reporter or with enough luck a businesses man , but due the circumstances he prefers to be a low profile mechanic , little does he know that one day he'll become the most expensive race cars mechanic , meeting a lot of famous people that some would become close to him . The world would only know what Billy went through once they found a notebook were every dark , depressing and specific details was written on those old pages of paper .
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sp4ceboo · 1 year ago
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MASTERLIST
featuring: stray kids, ateez, xikers, seventeen, my hero academia, dune, ultraman rising, star wars.
personal favourites: ✨
STRAY KIDS series: beneath a crimson sky masterlist (ot8!skz x reader) fics: maniac: ot8!skz x reader ✨ headcanons: skz taking care of you when you're sick (old, read at your own risk) han boyfriend headcanons (old, read at your own risk) chan cuddling headcanons (old, read at your own risk) changbin in winter headcanons skz playing mario wonder (very crackhead-y) ✨ ficlets: cuddling chan and lino artist!han flirting in paris (parizz) with bang chan ✨ making up after an arguement with lino playfighting with changbin but with a twist cover me x medieval au seungmin ✨
ATEEZ fics: second chance: jeong yunho x reader ✨ warriors: choi san x reader ✨ headcanons: friends to lovers with yungi - pt. 1 friends to lovers with yungi when they argue - pt. 2 rambles: predebut ateez ramble
XIKERS ficlets: watching a scary movie with seeun cuddling jinsik sumin sofa ambush cuddle ramble thing (i'm bad at titles ok)
SEVENTEEN fics: stray: lee dokyeom x reader ✨ ficlets: seungcheol hard thoughts seungcheol soft aftercare
MY HERO ACADEMIA fics: as selfish as love: merman!bakugou katsuki x reader ✨
DUNE fics: upon the sands of the arena: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 1 ✨ within the storms of giedi prime: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 2 epilogue: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 3 atonement: feyd-rautha x reader who's afraid of little old me?: feyd-rautha x reader ✨ headcanons: atonement universe headcanons - pt. 2 of atonement but can be read standalone
ULTRAMAN: RISING ficlets: ken sato hard thoughts
STAR WARS fics: took you long enough: kit fisto x reader ✨ burn: darth maul x reader mi amor: poe dameron x reader the hunter and the culinarian: darth maul x reader ✨ cyar'ika: din djarin x reader stay with me: din djarin x reader sober: din djarin x reader you're not the only one: din djarin x reader his song has been written: din djarin x reader (din x reader but it's a tribute to paz)
all my works are purely fictional and not representative of anyone mentioned do not repost or plagarise, but likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed :))
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arminsumi · 2 years ago
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Hello! Can I ask for Eren with prompt 9? I would love to have a tutor like Eren since I can't learn this German for last couple of years and it's horrifying 😭
Honestly, props to you for even attempting German, I don't dare anywhere near it! Ty for your request and I hope you like how it turned out (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡
Schätzelein
Prompt 9 / E. Jaeger
"They try to teach you German"
Though he's patient, Eren can't suppress his laughter sometimes while teaching you German.
Cws; fluff, Eren is a lil flirty, pre-est friendship
Notes; gn!Y/n, college au
How to pronounce schätzelein (this is just me being a crackhead)
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"Ah, you're precious." Eren huffs away a laugh.
"Did I not pronounce it right?" You look at him with big eyes.
"Well, for the most part, you did — it's just — " He licks the inside of his cheek, and has to huff away a laugh again, " — Don't worry about it, let's continue."
So you continue, and Eren doesn't correct your pronunciation of that one word, because it cracks him up. Meanwhile, you're sitting there wondering why he's trying so hard to suppress giggles and growing red in the face.
He reaches a breaking point and leans back onto your bed, ringing out with the best laugh you've ever heard.
"What — what on earth did you just say?" He wheezes.
"I don't know, you tell me!" You throw your hands up.
Eren sighs and heaves a breath to steady himself after such a good laugh.
"Precious, you're absolutely precious." He thinks to himself.
Eren composes himself, and then leans in close to you so he can peer at your textbook. His scent is so soft and comforting, you almost want to give up learning for the day just so you can rest on his chest and sleep.
After correcting your pronunciation, and slowly reciting the phrase with you, syllable-by-syllable, Eren looks at you tenderly.
"What?" You look up at him.
"Huh?" He flicks up his brows.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" You smile shyly.
"Nothing." He says nonchalantly, and looks back at the textbook, "I just think it's cool that you want to learn German. I mean, your pronunciation is — "
" — Don't say it!"
" — Absolutely dreadful — but you'll get there."
For some reason his lips spread into a grin. He's probably thinking of all the words you mispronounced today. Ah, yeah, he definitely is, look; now he's suppressing laughter again.
"What!" You cry out, "What is it this time!" You laugh with him.
"Nothing, nothing, ah, you're the sweetest, ' schätzelein." He says.
"What does that mean?" You ask, squinting at him in suspicion, "Did you just call me an idiot or something?"
"Figure it out." He teases.
"That's not fair! Tell me! C'mon, please, I wanna know!" You whine.
Eren just grins at you evilly, and continues teaching as if he didn't just call you 'darling'. He stubbornly refused to tell you what it meant.
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I will never forget how my mom and grandma howled with laughter when I was trying to learn the lyrics to YouSeeBigGirl. I can't live down my pronunciation of lebendige ┐('~`;)┌
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crazyk-imagine · 9 months ago
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Hotel: Spin Off
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Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem!reader
Characters: Fem!reader, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Carole Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth)
Warnings: Crack, apart of the crack au, the boys are in left field, no one knows how to protect themselves from the supernatural, this has been in my docs for a bit and finally found the words to finish it, chaotic goose and maverick, we love these crackheads as crackheads, am I posting this before work? Yes
Word Count: 735
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You, Charlotte, and Carole weren't expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen today; it's Tuesday, a plain old Tuesday but- of course, Charlotte spoke too soon.
You walk out of the living room to work on getting started with dinner while Carole and Bradley work on getting the tv set up leaving Charlotte to quickly clean up the toys (since she's the one who brought them out [wanting to teach the youngest Bradshaw a life lesson]).
You brought up the idea of watching movies while you all wait for the guys to come home.
Her phone rings, her ringtone "great balls of fire", echoes throughout the living room, letting you all know it's her hubby calling.
You enter the kitchen in time to hear her tell Nick, "don't come home-"
You hear the instructor's laughter as you walk past the wall, unable to hear anything else; part of you can't help but wonder what she's talking about since they haven't had any issues lately.
You and Charlotte are the first and only ones she talks to if she needs advice, whether it be because of a relationship issue or how to make her hair look more fluffy and less messy, which is how lots of your conversations go.
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Charlotte wanders around the kitchen making drinks (feeling you girls deserve them) while you work on the food, something you already planned on doing and not just because they all love your food.
You're in the cooking zone by the time you realize your phone is ringing) and not just because the blonde taps your shoulder, informing you otherwise.
You nod and walk towards the dining table to grab the hand towel, so you can wipe your hands and get rid of the vegetable juice to answer the phone.
You pick it up and hold it to your ear and resume chopping. You tap the speaker button and leave the phone close to you "Mav?"
"Who else would be calling you?"
The blonde chuckles.
"I don't know, a murderer."
The blonde behind you scoffs at the two of you.
"I want to murder that-" A scream cuts him off. "I hate them. I really do," he mumbles.
"Who the hell are you talking about, Pete?" You ask with amusement present in your tone. You pause, listening to the background noises, "Why does it sound like you're at a sketchy motel?"
"He's where?" She mutters, coming closer behind you so she can listen in.
He sighs, knowing he can't hide anything from you (or your extra set of ears). "We are."
"What the hell happened while I was at work?"
"You mean other than the fact that I'm dealing with idiots, not much."
You chuckle, swiping the chopped veggies into the pot on the stove. "Are you going to be home for dinner?"
He blows out a puff of air. "I don't know."
You purse your lips, knowing how idiotic the crew can be and can't entirely blame him for coming home late. "Be sure to call me when you know more."
"Trust me I-"
"Mayday, Mav, mayday! Wolf's pulling out the salt." There's a brief pause, "on the bright side, Slider's met his future wife."
He groans, "Jesus, I'm gonna go before they burn the place down."
You open your phone and check the post Carole sent you. "Hey Mav?"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell were you guys doing with a ouija board?" You can sense the cogs in his mind turning as he tries to come up with a lie.
"Just- I'll be home soon. This is connected to anything that's happened, we paid the electrical bill on the beach house, right?"
You glance at Charlotte. "We did."
She leans in, "if anything sounds sketchy, hangup."
"So now?" You roll your eyes. "Mav, don't stay out late. We paid the bill and don't wind up in the hospital this time, okay?"
"I make no promises," Nick shouts into the phone. "Let me speak to my, lady love. I need to say some things before I meet my maker."
"No, bye," she hangs up the phone.
"Char!"
"What? He was going on and on for so long."
"That doesn't mean you hang up on him."
She shrugs, "oh well." She walks back into the living room. "Care, your husband's going to come home possessed."
You hear her laughter from the living room and poor Bradley being confused.
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Continue to the series - Top Gun: Crack
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scintillasofbeomgyu · 1 year ago
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➷ you want to suck my what? | l.hs
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pairing: vampire!heeseung x fem!reader
feat.: aespa’s winter & karina, nct’s renjun & jaemin, svt’s jeonghan, txt, and more!
genre(s): vampire au, supernatural au, smau, fluff, crack, potential angst and a pinch of suggestiveness 🤏🏻😁
synopsis: after an extra year of hardwork and dedication, y/n makes it into the most prestigious school in the country – decelis academy. but what awaits her through it’s iron gates is a hell of a ride; filled with crackhead roommates, secret-harbouring childhood friends, the mysterious student council, millennia-old rivarly and a bloody, bloody romance.
re-release date: July 2023
update schedule: TBD
warnings: language, blood mentioned (obviously), im not following coventional vampire lore here, they’re all a little bit weird honestly, alot of simping, daddy jokes, dirty and unhinged humor, more as we go along! remember, this is a vampire au and my work, so if you have a problem with anything feel free to drop it!
an: aaaaand we’re back! thanks so much for being so patient with me and the development of this smau 🥹 a bit of a head’s up again, i haven’t read enhypen’s webtoon so any correlations are completely coincidental! i hope you guys enjoy the ride 😜 also !! i’m not taking the tag list from the last release in case people don’t wanna be on it anymore or wtvr !!
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chapter one: sweet soul of laveau
chapter two: daddy issues
chapter three: the opening ceremony
chapter four: parasocial relationships
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genshingorlsrevengeance · 9 months ago
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New Series I can write for!
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Now, this is a truly momentous occasion I'm announcing. ESPECIALLY for my older followers before the original Genshingorls came into being.
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I can now write for Fire Emblem: Three Houses and AU's for it!
This game means so much to me, it's what led me to some of my closest friends and what got me to love writing after being burnt out.
I used to write for FE3H until 2020ish then it moved onto House Isekai, I didn't want to come back to it until I felt my writing was improved enough.
Thanks to 2-3 years of with you guys, I finally feel like I'm ready.
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So much so, that almost the entire cast is joining, even the guys!
That's about the gist of it for those wanting to simp, but if you want to see some of the crackhead energy I've been keeping inside when it comes to crossovers you guys can ask for, take a look below the cut!
And now, with Three Houses finally making its re-debut in my writing, that means The original 3H AU's will be available as well, should you desire them!
Those AU's are the following:
Persona 3, Persona 4, Persona 5, Overlord, Konosuba, Gakkou-Gurashi (School-Live!), DOOM, Trails of Cold Steel
And those AU's had some of my favorite interactions to write to date because of how unhinged/funny/great the pairings were! Examples such as:
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These interactions are far better if you played their respective games obviously, but most of these interactions I got to write thanks to you guys requesting them. I hope I can do so again!
Of course, now that they're here on this blog, that means things like Genshin Characters in 3H and vice versa is fair game.
But that's if one desires crossover hell, I'm just happy to be writing for one of my all time favorite games/casts again!
Long rant over, thanks for reading if you even cared to!
And for my House Isekai followers, kept you waiting, huh?
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