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my mom wanted a copy of the Kira Kira Zine despite having seen One episode of death note (and stopping because “it was just too messed up”) and she looked through it and was like “looks great! Why are they chained together”
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it's weird how jhope is Right There and he's like the Most Talented Person but some armys just. don't see him. should be studied
#if you do see him i'm not talking about you obviously#but it does happen#like before i got into bts#my mom and sister didn't really notice jhope#he was just There#and when i said he was my bias they couldn't say anything about him except for 'he's a sunshine'#they liked him but didn't actually care#well now he's their fave haha#but i think many ''armys'' stop at that first phase#where they see him as this funny clown but they don't notice that he's actually insanely incredibly talented and cool#his rap verses are ALWAYS top tier#everything about him is just top tier#yes i'm biased but also how can you not see it when you already stan bts 😭#soooo many armys like him just because he's there but not because they like HIM#and it shows#oh they're missing out#they notice when he supports the other members#(which is often because he loves them so much :'))#but wow they have this Artist right under their noses and choose to only see his (admittedly beautiful) smile#even after jitb and all that it meant#ok rant over#chicken noodle soup thank you for making me a jhope bias and saving me from this fate amen#hobi#bts#my post#it is Very Late perhaps that's why i'm saying this lol#oh one more thing i've never watched these introduction to bts videos#but i just KNOW they are shit about hoseok and his contributions to the group#if you don't have something interesting to say about all the members maybe don't make an ot7 introductory video idk just a thought
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#sent my mom those bts x harry photos this morning thinking she’d find it cool#since she likes harry#but she literally just. didn’t care and it kind of hurt bc it’s such a huge deal for me#to see him and the boys in the same frame#i thought i’d get some kind of reaction and i just didn’t#so i felt kinda shitty about it#but then my younger sister came over and she came in my room to look around#and started asking me questions about bts while looking at my pc collection#and then she let me pretty much give her a two hour crash course on bts#while asking questions and letting me show her music videos while she tried to study their names/faces better#and it made me feel good bc i never have anyone around to talk to them about out loud in detail#or rave about them with or anything bc my parents don’t careeee so i suppress it all#and i literally said to her ‘i never get to talk about them’ so she just. let me#mind you my sister and i butted heads so much when we were younger bc we’re so close in age#we have very different music tastes#she will likely never stan bts and that’s FINEEE lol#but it’s nice that she respects my love for them and has even gifted me things/merch and keeps her eyes open for things#knowing how much they mean to me#she’s the only one in my family who really supports it without any weird resistance or fakeness like my parents do#even if they do sometimes try to show interest i know it’s not that genuine#anyway long post just feeling nice that my sister cared about the most important thing in my life even just for a little bit
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I just… my mom somehow turned into a jikook shipper within a span of 2 weeks and what do you do in this situation?
#just ?????#she just here watching jikook YouTube compilations#pausing them every so often to read the subtitles and make comments#my 62 yo mom is now a kpop stan#talkin bout biases#bts
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I get chills thinking about how I was in the audience at ell*n when BTS performed and the very next day was my reputation show…..if that is not the most invisible string shit—
#I remember when I was a fetus army I had such a strong feeling that I had seen them perform before#and I couldn’t put my finger on it#and then my best friend was like Bella ??? you don’t remember seeing them at ell*n#and it all came back to me#she says she remembers asking me what the group of girls were doing there and she said that I said verbatim they were there for BTS#like??? 😭 it was destiny#it’s like how my mom sisters and I saw TXT at wango tango when they first came over here 😭🫶🏼#FULL CIRCLE 😭💓#sometimes I kick myself for not stanning them back then but young Bella didn’t deserve them#anyways#life really does come full circle
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I'm not kidding when I say 9/11 caused my fear of beards. My idiot speech teacher decided it was a good idea to show videos of 9/11 when I was six (they had just caught Osama bin ladle or however you spell it) and now my gut reaction when I see a middle eastern dude with a thick beard and turban (? Is that what it's called? Idk) is primal fear and terror. Thanks Mrs sham! Thanks for the wake-up-screaming nightmares, thanks for EVEN MORE anxiety, thanks for making me terrified of an entire continents worth of people! Great job teaching!
#9/11#sarcasm obviously#idiot woman#why did she think that was a good idea#i was the only kid in the class who comprehended the video#i didn't understand that the planes were crashed on purpose#i don't remember any of this personally but my mom sure does#rip to my mom's sleep schedule#it will never be healthy#obvs I don't yell at any middle eastern people bc they didn't do the attacks#nor do i want to bomb the middle east#i have nuance#unlike the idiot right wingers#who just love bombs and oil and coal and whatnot#miscellaneous#terrorism tw#9/11 tw#tw 9/11#anyway stan bts
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AUSTIN BUTLER X FEMALE READER
just a little bit obsessed with this man…. so I needed to make a fic, been sooo long but wanting to get back into it and seeing all these fanfics at the moment just got me in such a frenzy😂
Really hope you enjoy this:)
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did everyone see the chemistry y/n and Austin butler had at the Dune conference this weekend, I ship this 😻
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y/nfan4 how good do they look together!!! I stan them
butlerfans4life haven’t her and dacre split, it after they filmed elvis together??
y/nupdates yeah she confirmed they had both split but on good terms, you can totally see the chemistry between these two though 😻
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E!news release new BTS vanity fair photos of Y/n and Austin butler, more rumours are flying about about the co stars! Do we think this is the look of love? I certainly do 😻
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butlernews just look at them both, I can’t
y/nfans22 she just looks so happy, she really deserves someone who will cherish her, dacre certainly hasn’t, rumours he cheated on her🧐
Y/nfanXxfreya don’t y/n confirm that her and dacre are on good terms though?
ausfan12 just look at aus’s smile,looks like she really brings that cheeky grin out he’s been missing x
hater24 she really does live on quick doesn’t she???? 🙄
y/nshipper these haters^😂 BUT DID ANYONE NOTICE Y/N HAS LIKED THIS POST
aus22 OMGGG
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Austin got a little peckish during todays shoot
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Ynfans234 SHITTTT this is hot
Aussy224 OBSESSED WITH YOUT BOTH I CANT
Austinbutler you just smell and taste so good x
Zendaya replied: austin man😂
Austibutler replied: too much?…🤔
austinbutlernews HOLY FUCK^ Austin with the kinky comments 😩
y/nlife25 I think I’m going to pass out…
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It’s official, the couple we’ve all been waiting for y/n and Austin butler have confirmed they are an item and tonight’s golden globes, with Austin picking up his award he dedicated his speech to the wonderful y/n. His direct words were:
“ there are so many people i wanna thank tonight, Lisa Marie, Priscilla, I love you and thank you so much for letting me portray the most important man in your lives,I also want to thank my family,my mom who I know is smiling down at me always but The most special to me, my love y/n, I am I love with you, your support throughout this entire journey is something I will try reciprocate the rest of our lives. Your dedication and love is what has got me through, our journeys were meant to cross and I couldn’t imagine doing this life without you by my side, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the love you give me, so this is for you”
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Y/NFan23 FINALLY, anyone noticed dacre has liked this post? Jealousyyy
austinbutler my love 💞 @yourusername
yourusername replied: always x
Zendaya thank god the cats out the bag, love you guys
Ashleytisdale waiting for the wedding, in awe of you both 💍🩵
Austinbutler replied: I definitely won’t be keeping her waiting💍…
Austinfans4life was this a dig at dacre^ shots fired 😂
#austin butler au#austin butler x oc#austin butler fanfiction#austin x reader#austin butler smut#austin butler x reader#feyd rautha x reader#Fake ig
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This is complaining day because I realized there's more than one thing that got on my nerves lately and it's not just about the treatment of a kpop idol's mother. Let's begin.
Please, stop refering to Jungkook's mother as mama Jeon. I know the tendency is to ignore so many of the cultural differences that exist, but in SK, people don't change their surname after marriage. It just sounds idiotic and westernized in a ridiculous way.
So, Jungkook's mother loves all BTS members. She LOVES them all. How does army know that? How? I'm genuinely curious and genuinely asking. Because they say it as a certainty. Or, forgive me if my memory is faulty as well, but the only instance that we as outsiders were privy to in which we heard that woman speak for the first time, it was in early 2021 on another phonecall with Jungkook when she said I love you to Jimin.
Of course, the same ot7 narrative came as a buldozer at that time too. Damn, does that mean Jimin = BTS? Sometimes yes, but only when Army wants to diminish Jimin's importance and doesn't allow him to stand out individually too much. Musically or otherwise. But back to this Big Love that Jungkook's mom is supposedly feeling for everyone and which has been invoked once again when that woman mentioned Jimin twice while talking to Jungkook on the phone. Cause she already knew they were in Jeju. I bet she didn't have to find out randomly from a schedule group chat.
So what happens? An assumption is turned into certainty because of small people being extremely insecure. Because they see that one person is once again given more importance on a personal level and we can't have that. No sir! So in a panic, they tweet, they post on tumblr, tiktok, youtube the old age, boring af, sounding like a broken record sentence: "Mama Jeon loves all seven". Fuck me gently with a chainsaw cause that sounds a lot better than the feeling of throwing up I get whenever I read such things.
No, she doesn't love all of them. That is not a fact. It could be true and it's not impossible. But it is not a fact based on the knowledge we have at the moment.
Also, it shows once again that an entire fandom is actively creating a reality of their own which is not even like some sort of simulacrum of the reality they must live through. In Army world, the mother of one member of a k-pop group must love all the members of such group. It doesn't matter than irl, our mothers a lot of the times don't even like all our friends, besties or partners. We might have the most incredible connections and it would mean nothing to our mothers.
In that same vein, another narrative that makes me want to pull my eyes out is the "awww, their bond is to die for, they are (like) siblings after all". Do any of them never had any siblings? Never saw other people and their relationship with their siblings? Or with their family?
I also had to read (which was followed by me blocking it immediately) how Jimin and Jungkook's relationship is the sum of the other relationships they have with other BTS members. I mean, why would I have any sort of expectations from any of these people when they are completely incapable of looking at JM and JK as actual people. As persons with individual minds and an intellect of their own. Let alone the fact that their world does not stop with the presence of 5 other men. In what realistic scenario does this translate in real life? That's not how it works. Yes, we are social creatures and a product of our surroundings, but it is not in the way in which these stans believe it to be. They think that living in a dorm for a few years and working together with other people, it means that those experiences are the only ones that actually shape the personality of a person. They are real people, not fictional characters. I've never heard such ridiculous theories in my entire life, to be used as talking points about someone's behavior or relationship with another person.
Maybe the need to create this elaborate fantasy comes from the lack of love in their life, which then gets projected into this Disney, kumbaya, capitalist heaven narrative in which everyone is a big family and they love each other so much and equally and all the parents of all the children love every single member and thus, harmony is created. Love is always platonic and ever present. The complexity of human relationships must not exist.
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Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!
collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)
Regina George
@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)
North Shore's Queen Bee
Soft for her girlfriends
The mom of the group
Basically a sugar mommy for her girls
Lifehack Geek
TikTok hater
Has rational fear of werewolves
Will fight a bitch
Victoria's Secret girly
Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)
Gryffindor
Lesbian
Gretchen Wieners
@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))
The second mom of the group
Softest human
Loves playing with her girlfriends hair
#1 Twilight hater
Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews
The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs
Cuddly as fuck
Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie
Stubborn as Fuck
Wine drinker/expert
Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)
Hufflepuff
Bisexual
Karen Shetty
@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)
Ambidextrous™️
Loves Spongebob
Plant Parent
Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo
Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)
Lettering expert
Has Funko Pop collection
Squishmallow lover
Ravenclaw
Pansexual
Cady Heron
@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)
The third mom of the group
Whispers when angry
Carries bandaids at all times
Always has snacks
Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)
Cries at Rom-Coms
LOVES hugs
Cannot handle spicy food
Sleeps with a teddy bear
Happy to be here
Friends with everyone's parents
Token vanilla of the group
Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)
Bisexual
Aaron Samuels
@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)
1/3 of Terror Trio
Y/N's best friend
North Shore's resident Himbo
Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"
Impulsive buyer
Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)
Overuses 💪 emoji
Usually confused
1/2 Golden Retriever duo
Can skateboard
Uses Axe body spray
Co-founder of Stuntmares
Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)
Ass man
Owns too many grey sweatpants
Kisses his homies (homiesexual)
Has never watched Harry Potter
Watches lifestyle coaches on YT
Can play the ukulele (really badly)
Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)
Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics
Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)
Bisexual
Damian Hubbard
@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)
Learned how to sew from Janis
Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)
Huge Adore Delano stan
Will fight anyone who hurts Janis
Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan
#1 Poly!Plastics fan
Has an 8 step skincare routine
Cameraman for Stuntmares
Earlybird
Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early
Ravenclaw
(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"
Him and Karen watch The Bachelor
Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)
Learned how to twerk from Y/N
Gay
Janis Imi'Ike
@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)
Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)
Will go straight for Ryan Gosling
Feral chihuahua of the group
Hozier stan
HATES THE KARDASHIANS
Pain in Regina's ass
Anger Issues™️
Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo
Mentally Ill friend
Emotional Drunk
Karaoke Queen
Tits girly
Leather Jacket lesbian
Getting piercings > therapy
Has a suit collection
Thrifter
Loves her friends
Dog person (secretly)
Quotes niche memes
Kinky af
Middle Child
Lesbian
Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)
@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)
2/3 Terror Trio
2/2 Golden Retriever duo
Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.
Co-Founder of Stuntmares
"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*
Cuts her own hair
Blooper Reel Queen
North Shore's resident stoner
AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)
Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko
"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."
Demisexual
Plays electric guitar
Has slight speech impediment
Gremlin of the group
D&D Dungeon Master
ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night
Power Nap Addict™️
Insomniac
Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)
Oddly good at Origami
Tweets everything she thinks
Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox
Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)
Anger issues
✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)
Matching rings with her gfs
Def had one night stand with Cady
Shane Oman
@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)
Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)
Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.
Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.
Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.
Blasts music walking down the halls.
Always has the zoomies.
Orange cat friend.
Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.
Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)
Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)
Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.
Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.
Or eating a bunch of weird combos.
"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*
Ralph Lauren man
Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.
Professional party crasher
Dine and Dash expert
Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)
Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)
Talks way too fast.
Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)
His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound
Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)
Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"
Would fuck Aaron
TICKLISH
Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)
#regina george x reader#karen shetty x reader#gretchen wieners x reader#aaron samuels#cady heron#janis imi'ike#damian hubbard#poly!plasticsverse
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Hey Tumblr,
I’m here to share a bit about myself—some of the good, the messy, and the things that keep me going.
I want to find some mutual gradblr💓
Engineering Grad Student_ Mechanical_automotive
Asian and I’m 29
I’m older than most of my peers here in uni
I was working for few years before continuing with my masters
I’m recovering from a chronic illness and eating disorder
Bit of a bibliophile
Massive F1 fan_teamLH
BTS Stan _ yoongi biased
Studying abroad
Amateur Cook
Known as the mom friend in my circle
I’m 29, a woman in STEM, and dedicated to research, which keeps my mind engaged and my heart hopeful. My days are spent in libraries, where I walk thousands of steps and find a quiet sort of peace. I’m managing asthma and recovering from another chronic illness, so health and balance are constant focuses.
Eating has always been a challenge. Food doesn’t feel like comfort or joy to me, even though I know I need it—especially with everything my body has been through. It’s a slow journey, but I’m trying to reconnect with what I need to feel nourished.
When I’m not deep in research, I escape into the world of Formula 1—something about the speed and strategy fascinates me. I’m also a huge BTS fan! Their music and message feel like a reminder to keep going and stay resilient, which I need sometimes.
STEM isn’t the easiest space to navigate, but I’m proud to be here and love contributing through my research. It’s grounding to know I’m part of something bigger.
Home doesn’t feel like home these days. There’s a lot of tension, and I’m hoping to move out when I can. Until then, it’s about finding little moments of peace where I can.
Relationships and marriage are complicated for me—more fear than anything. Maybe it’s my experiences, or just seeing how they affect others, but I’m figuring it out slowly.
If you’re into stem , f1, or BTS, feel free to say hi! I’m here to find connection and to build a space that feels like my own.
#studyblr#stem academia#study space#women in stem#study motivation#100 days of productivity#study blog#studyspo#study inspiration
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Blog Intro!!!
Hi hi! my name is Gryi, and I'm 13! i finally got my first phone, and so I decided to make this account to talk about Alien Stage!!!! I haven't been able to watch the rounds yet unfortunately :( i hope sua won!!! I love her sm!!!
now for some rules bc i need them according to my mom...
-no NSFW asks!!!!! I'm a minor(and so is admin) and thats also super weird!!!1!1!
-pls dont be mean to me :( i dont like it(also admin is a real person)
-no spoilers!!1!1!!
-no bigtry of any kind!!!11!!1! thats super mean :(
ik momma sad too nt pit my fce onlin bt sme ob u dnt kno wat i loko lik!!!11!!1!1 so hres me!!1!!!1
OOC SECTION OF RULES/INFO:
First off, thank you so much Scribbles for making the art. Seriously, I adore it, you gave Gyri so much character and personality and nailed it. I'm so touched and happy right now.
Now for serious stuff...this is an rp blog, so don't take anything this blog says seriously. Admin's trying to emulate the aura of a 13 year old stan, and thus this will be really cringy. Be warned. Admin is not 13, btw
Timeline is all over the place, so the 'no spoilers' is basically an invitation to spoil lmao. The rest of the rules aren't to be broken, however.
Here's some rules for addressing admin:
-Don't submit more then one ask at a time
-Answering may be slow, but I will get around to it, be patient
-Ask box is free 24/7! Submit whenever.
-Admin's pronouns are she/they!
-The tag 'Gyriblogs' will be used for all posts by this account. The tag 'Creaturelore' will be for Gyri/her family's lore centered posts.
-Technically an OC blog
-Feel free to send angst asks in!
#alien stage#alien#new rp#rp blog#gryiblogs#ask me anything#ask blog#send asks#ask#roleplay#rp#alnst
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Top five women of all time
Carly Rae Jepsen
My mom the BTS stan
Bluestar from Warrior cats
Alison Bechdel
Shangela
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Music Artists the Miracles✨ listens to:
-Kagami
Kendrick Lamar (HEAVY ON HIM)
J.I.D.
some underground soundcloud shit like he would say “yeah was there when so and so been posting on soundcloud” type stuff
LATTO
NICKI MINAJ
MEGAN THEE STALION (that’s his wife, has to fight aomine all the time over her)
yk he gotta keep up with his black american girlies 😫
he loves paramore… MISERY BUSINESS?!… shut him up
-Kuroko
lana del ray… don’t ask me why, i’ve never listened to her fr, but i see it for him
some pleasant smooth indie bands
Lake street drive, their song hypotheticals to be exact (very good song btw
anything easy listening honestly
80’s city pop
-Kise
def a kpop girlie
girl group stan
a blink and a ive girlie
takao HATES that he’s a blink they don’t talk about it
loves wony VERY MUCH, does not play about her
but he also ADORESS KEP1LER
started listening to del ray recently, (tetsu put him on) likes her a lot
loves ice spice and pinkpantheress, together and separately
listen to a bit of t-swift, just a tiny bit
-Murasakibara
A LOT of underground indie bands
anything with a lot of percussions
atsushi is a drummer so yk he needs to hear a lot of dem drums
alt rock, or just alternative in general
PARAMORE… he loves them found them before kagami mentioned them to him
FALL OUT BOY HEAVY ON THEM
loves skillet to went to see them in concert started crying
love the type of rap that’s like out of pocket but like who tf cares cause it goes hard
CHOCHISE… LOVES THAT MAN
mura love to dance so yk
-Midorima
a swiftie but will never admit it, kise and takao found out… GIRLLLLL
but all in all doesn’t really listen to a lot of music unless takao make him
so with that being said, he has been listening to kpop, female rappers, rap in general
he LOVES meg, he just loves how she tells her life through rap
and he just mesmerized by how it moves like water😩
oh and he loves shakira for some reason, the guys don’t know why, but kagami understands and won’t explain to the rest
loves the lo-fi girl instrumental study music, its soothing to him
-Aomine
yk he loves sexyy red 😭
“IM LOOKING FOR THE HOOOESS”
he just loves she don’t gaf
MONALEO LOVES THAT WOMAN DOWN
FLO MILLI
MEG, yk he tussles wit kagami
Cobra rock ver. ON REPEAT
HEAVY ON MR. JERMAINE COLE, cause yk he always talks about how he biracial, and aomine can relate with that
loves cardi so much, bongos 🤭
YK HE HAS TO LISTEN TO KPOP BOYS
yk he got all the bts boys solo shit on REPEAT
ATEEZ🗣️
(aomine my twin so yk🫶🏾)
-Akashi
ik it’s cannon for him to listen to classical but i don’t think he be actually LIKING THAT SHIT MAN
like i do think it’s brings him peace from a hard day and helps him to study but like to listen just to listen???
N O
HE LOVES HEAVY METAL
SLIPKNOT��😫😫😫
Mibuchi got him on it
rock, alternative, 80s CITY POP
anything that reminds him of his mom
also anything that tries to reach his inner child since he never got the chance to be one
and kise and mura help him with that
AND HAYAMA
the veggietales and backyardagains soundtracks speaks to him he found out
also his dad also gave some of old music like bobby brown???? like okay mr masaomi
like ig you cool but you still suck as a daddy a person
so yk he LOVES WHITNEY HUSTON NOWADAYS
overall he needs to heal and is moving towards it
:)
#knb#kuroko no basket#confusion speaks🦕#kuroko’s basketball#kuroko tetsuya#generation of miracles#kagami taiga#gom#aomine daiki#akashi#kise ryota#murasakibara#midorima shintarou#music#lord this long#i’m tired
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my mom and i excitedly recapping the bts drama among the obx cast to my extremely out of touch father is so exhilarating … i haven’t felt this way since i was a 5sos stan (hence the username hehe)
#obx4#outer banks#obx#obx spoilers#jj maybank#outer banks spoilers#rafe cameron#kiara carrera#cleo obx#john b routledge#sarah cameron#outer banks netflix#obx netflix#obx cast#obx season 4
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✨I AM STILL✨
Possible spoilers if you haven't seen the film yet, so ignore this post
At first I thought that the docu was shot in bangtan episode style, but I was wrong, this is a film with all the effects.
Last year I felt great admiration for him and I admit that even though I found his schedule quite crazy I never actually thought about how tiring it was for him.
However, every time I believe I underestimate his vocal abilities because he far exceeds any expectations I have, and the fact that even the producers of Seven, snty and 3D recognize a talent like that should open the eyes of those who still persist in labeling him and BTS in just one musical category
Also can we talk about his big popstar aura while he was reading SNTY lyric?? Totally serious and focused on his work, and the producers were all keeping their breath waiting for him to speak about the song
Long hair Jungkook you always be my favorite
I was so impatient to see the process of recording Golden, I know that in the trailer they switched up the sequence when Tae came but I probably think that the one in the movie is the more accurate (based also on his clothes).
Jk was frustrated for the song, then after a while Tae came giving him a little support for his presence I suspect that they cut some part 'cause when never saw the exact moment when he arrives or leaves, so we can only made assumption but I find quite cute how after Tae's visit he start to sing well again (boyfriend effect)
another scene that broke my heart
But it's nice to know that he is surrounded by sincere people who work for him and support him so much
In conclusion I loved this documentary, I believe that if everything had been shot well in advance and with more preparation maybe we would have had more material compared to the various montages of the performances already seen, but I loved the fact that every single from Seven to Standing next to you had its own story and its own logical thread.
I really appreciated that they left all of Magic Shop, BTS are and will always be seven and this documentary was also the proof of this (sorry solo stan lol)
Can we all agree that he looked like a little bao? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 His mom made him really pretty
This little kid didn't know that he would become one of the greatest artists of all time 💜
Let me know what you think of I AM STILL!
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The Iron Ring | Epilogue | pjm (m)
❀ Pairing: fae prince! Jimin x human! female reader
❀ Summary: After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother’s attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you’re taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar.
❀ Word Count: 5,831
❀ Genre: fantasy au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
❀ Warnings: Jumping around and no clear timeline, unexplained things because this is just a shortly little tie-up for scenes we didn't get in the final chapter, explicit language, sexually explicit content including hand jobs, grinding, unprotected vaginal sex, nipple play, a lot of spit and making out and overall passionate sex in a bathtub, Jimin and reader being simps TM, reader being a wicked little bitch in her scene with Jin honestly we stan because the Jiminfication of reader
❀ Published: December 9, 2022
❀ A/N: Here is the promise epilogue for just a handful of scenes to put the cherry on top of the massive overhaul that was the last chapter of this series. If reading the side character stories is something you're interested in (like Yoongi and Khione or Hoseok and Taehyung etc.) please let me know here. This sex scene is brought to you by SZA's new album thank you
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.
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“Stop fidgeting,” you giggle, swatting at Jimin’s hands as he adjusts the collar of his button up again. He’s already pulled it away from his neck several times, complaining that the human shirt-style is far too restricting for his taste.
Jimin’s taste is open chest shirts that reveal far too much skin for lunch with your mother, but convincing him that had taken a lot of begging. And kissing. And moaning.
“Your fashion here is dreadful,” Jimin huffs, crossing his arms. You’ve put him in nice jeans, a button up shirt and let him keep his earrings and jewelry on for meeting your mother. Though he wears a glamour to seem less faerie, Jimin stands out. “My chest was made for ogling.”
People are ogling anyway. Jimin has turned heads all morning as you walked into the store to buy him an appropriate outfit for lunch, and as you walked into the French café tucked in the corner of a shopping district.
Even your waitress had given him a glass of water with trembling hands, red cheeks and a stutter. You couldn’t blame her. Even dressed as a pedestrian, the King of the High Court was a work of art to look at.
“Just admit you’re nervous,” you hiss at him. “It’s okay to be nervous, you know?”
Jimin glares at you, green eyes darkening. You can sense that he’s nervous through your mating bond, but you’ve also gotten better at reading Jimin in general.
When you returned to your world a few days after the Battle at High Tree, as they’ve come to call it, you’d discovered that two days had passed. While Jimin assures you that time is different and sometimes it might be a year that passes, your world is almost always moving slower than Faerie.
Entering your grandmother’s home that first time had sent such a wave of relief that you were alive and well that you had sat in your room with walls painted of her life story for an hour and cried. When you finally felt strong enough to call your mom, it was deep into the hours of the night.
You’d become a bit of a night owl, of course.
Meeting your mom sparks your own nerves. It’s only been two weeks since you last saw her and told her everything. She had barely survived the shock of your slowly changing ears and your tales. And you had barely survived the shock of learning that your father, though not half-fae, had someone far in his bloodline that was a part of the Summer Court once upon a time.
I always knew where my mother came from, you mother had whispered, watching you with haunted eyes. But after the loss of your father, it was easy to turn it all into dreams.
Years of frustration with her had melted in that moment. You could understand now, why she had thrown out your books of magic and fantasy. Why she had been steadfast in having Namjoon curate a normal experience for you in a normal world.
The thought of losing Jimin… well it inspires understanding. Sympathy.
You don’t expect your mother to accept your half-in-her-world-half-out approach right away. And she doesn’t. The tightening of her mouth and the strain in her voice during that conversation was evident. She doesn’t want this for you and yet, she knows it’s in your nature.
Like me, once she had said. Like your grandparents and your father.
Now that you’re intimately familiar with the fae, you can see those traits in your mother. When she enters the café, she commands the room the same way Jimin had. She is sharply beautiful, with angular features that would look strange on anyone else. But her chic style and eye for aesthetics lends itself to the powerhouse of her beauty.
The chair scrapes sharply against the brick patio as you shoot to your feet. Jimin looks up at you, frowning as you ring your hands nervous as your mother approaches. For Jimin, this is a new version of you. One that is timid and awkward.
You’d never really been timid with him, even when you were afraid.
“Hi,” you greet your mother, voice high-pitched and reedy. Her gaze is sharp as a blade as she regards Jimin, lips pursed. She ripples with tension as she hesitates at the chair across from you. “It’s nice to see you.”
Jimin stands and walks around your chair, surprising you both. He bows at the waist, not a full ninety-degree angle but deeper than the king of the High Court should to anyone – especially a mortal. He looks up at your mother, a gentle smile on his lips and eyes glittering.
“It’s an honor to meet you. Thank you for taking the time to meet me.”
She looks down her nose at him, eyes narrowing a second before she nods and pulls her chair out. “Of course.” Her tone is tight, but it softens a bit when she looks at you, lips twitching in an almost-smile. “It’s not every day your only child runs off to her grandmother’s native land and comes back with a boyfriend.”
Jimin settles next to you and sips his water. “Mate.”
Her eyes narrow at him, unperturbed. “I heard stories about you as a child. Boyfriend will do for now.”
You hold your breath as Jimin swallows his water and places the glass on the table. Though he has come a long way with his biting wit and razorblade attitude, there is a moment of tension before he bows his head. “I like you, I think.”
With a humph your mother picks up a menu. “We will see if you suffice.”
Letting out relieved laughter, you lean back as Jimin slides a hand on your thigh and gives you a squeeze. You realize everything is going to be okay.
-
The throne room of the High Court needs work. The dais of diamond is scuffed, the glass throne has long since been shattered and gathered dust, and the floor to ceiling windows of glass with gold inlaid art have long since been broken, covered in grime, or cracked. Though Jimin’s court – and by association your court – is slowly coming together and there are fae returning to restore their homelands, it’s slow work.
Which means the throne room simply won’t due for an audience, which dampens the dramatic flair you wanted for your upcoming meeting. Nonetheless, the study that you’ve discovered tucked in a corner overlooking a flowing stream and garden is just as well.
Today, the windows are cast open. It’s light and airy, with a fresh breeze spinning the spider silk curtains and airing out the smell of old books. There are hundreds of tomes in the shelving that line the walls, in languages and symbols you can’t begin to read.
Though small, the study is beautiful. An ornate desk of gold with curling, filigree designs stands in the middle over a blush rug. Like everything in the High City, the palace is made of floor to ceiling windows of spelled glass and diamond.
It’s like the world is spun in gold, Jimin whispered as he led you through the palace, all clear ceiling and gold chandeliers.
Behind you, the afternoon sun throws the room in a shade of rose and pomegranate. It’s warm at your back where you stand behind your desk with your arms linked behind your back, chin set. A fine set of china sits on the desk, the teapot steaming with the scent of rose and lemon.
A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. You tell them to come in, lifting your chin a bit as the double doors swing open to reveal a set of guards and your visitor for the next hour.
Seokjin looks beautiful as ever, sweeping into the room in his all black, the sigil of his court stitched in silvery finery over the heart of his tunic. His hair has gotten longer and you see twinkling stars throughout the inky strands.
Stopping just short of your desk, Seokjin links his hands behind his back. He looks healthy, golden skin glowing and dark eyes swimming with fathomless cosmos that did not exist when he was possessed not long ago. Now you see the endless night in them, the dark fire of being a Shade, the whispers of the sky.
Neither one of you speaks, regarding one another. Seokjin is a king – the stars in his hair, though blinking in and out of existence like sentient beings - is crown enough. Your guards close the door and though you cannot see beyond the broad frame of the Night Court king, you can sense his Dreadwolf in the hall.
“You look well,” you offer, voice even. Seokjin gives away nothing. “Would you like some tea?”
“No bow?”
Your smile is razor thin – a trait you’ve picked up from Jimin at court. “I could ask you the same. You’re in my home at my behest. However, if it pleases the Night Court’s pride to be addressed so formally…” You dip slightly, not quite at a forty-five-degree angle, but close enough. “Welcome to the High Court, King Seokjin.”
His lips twitch, so minute you almost don’t catch it, but you sense he almost smiles. “You’ve spent far too long with Jimin.”
“You’d have bowed to him first.”
“You are my court until you marry him.”
It’s hard not to wince. It is technically true. You’re the granddaughter of Yvaine, and a member of the Night Court. The only Shade the Night Court has, beyond the king who currently stares at you with a knowing glint in his eye.
“Would you like tea?” you sigh, gesturing to the steaming pot. “It’s your favorite.”
“Trying to win me over?”
“I don’t have to,” you fold your dress against your legs and sit. You flick your eyes to the seat in front of your desk and he tentatively does the same, not quite leaning against the back of the chair. “You wouldn’t have come here if you didn’t agree with me.”
“I thought it would be a funny little adventure.”
You pour him a cup, rose and lemon filling the room. “You can needle me all you want, but you know just as well as I do that you have to name me heir.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“No, I suppose that might be true. But with the rumblings of how close your court was to losing you, you having no heirs, and the fact that Jungkook can serve me because my bloodline is enough…” You tsk at him. “Your options aren’t great. So needle me all you want, Seokjin. But like calls to like, and in both blood and bone, the Midnight Tree recognizes me as the heir to your throne.”
“Why are you so interested in being named heir, hmm? Looking to continue Malik’s work with Jimin and impose your authority on the other courts again, starting with you claim to my throne?” He takes the tea and blows over it. You watch the water ripple, sensing magic. You roll your eyes – you’d never poison him. “Whatever will the other courts think?”
“They think that Jimin and his mate fought to dispel an evil from this land, saved the Night Court from obliteration when their king was at risk, and that the High Court would never do something as stupid as a conquest while they are weak and rebuilding.”
“So that’s it. You’re weak and need allies.”
“We have allies.” You feel the thunder in your voice. “You need allies, Seokjin. And I offer this meeting as a courtesy. Naming me heir does nothing for my court. My status does not change – I am the mate to the king of the High Court, I am a Shade of the Night Court, and they call me Cythraul’s Bane these days. What does title to heir of a court I don’t desire offer me?”
Seokjin sips the tea as his jaw works. You watch him with a flat expression, giving away nothing. The truth is – there is something in it for you to be named heir. You can rightfully claim the things that once belonged to your grandmother – heirlooms, houses, lands that you can sell for things that the High Court now needs.
But Seokjin doesn’t need to know that you’re looking for this title for nostalgia and money purposes. You and Jimin have already worked this out – Seokjin needs you more you need him. He needs the protection of an heir that wants nothing to do with his throne, the commitment to the Shade bloodline, and the security of hushing rumors that his little half-niece is stronger than he is.
Seokjin sets the cup on the desk. “You pick up the game fast.”
“I had a trial by shadow fire.” You don’t miss the opportunity to throw the world play in there, to barb him. Even as loose allies, you’re not friends. There is too much estrangement there. “You live an eternity. You have time to think about it.”
He hums. “I’ll consider it.”
It’s as close as a concession as you’ll get from him. So you smile, full of teeth when you lean back in your seat, pleased. “Tell Jungkook to come in. I’ve grown fond of him since he nearly ripped your head off at the Battle at High Tree.”
-
Night lily blooms in the dark green house that Jimin has given you in an empty, and otherwise unneeded room in the palace. Though it took a lot of troubleshooting – and a lot of Jimin’s help – you were finally able to suspend the room in night.
Of course, it isn’t night like the Night Court. It is artificial night, powered by a crystal that feeds off as much magic as you put inside of it to mirror the magic of the Night Court that lives inside of you. It’s a bit of clever channeling that requires a tiny amount of energy, but it makes you happy.
Especially when you see flowers from the night court with their glow in the dark throats and speckled petals, and dripping neon sap. Your heart squeezes as you grin at the lilies, straightening up from your crouch just as someone comes in.
You turn to look over your shoulder as a figure slips into the room, a single orb of fae light leading them down the dark, twisted hallways that lead beneath the castle. Namjoon grins when he sees that you’re not so in the dark as it appeared, extinguishing his light.
“Hi!” you gush, running up to him. With Namjoon, you don’t have to be the king’s consort. You’re not an heir. Or a Shade, or a bane of anything. You’re just you and Namjoon is just Namjoon, who smells like vanilla and spice when you throw your arms around him, holding him tight. “I missed you.”
Namjoon, as it turns out, is hundreds of years old. He was one of your grandfather’s best friends, and watched over him when Oberon and your grandmother left Faerie long ago. Namjoon’s ever watchful eye turned into more as he discovered the wonder of the human world.
At first, you had been angry with Namjoon. Angry for deceiving you, angry for altering your memories, angry for… so many things that you realize now, he was asked to do by a friend he had known for a lifetime, only to watch that friend die suddenly. For your grandmother, who was the last familiar face.
For your mother, who begged him to give you once chance at normal.
Though it hadn’t worked out, you were enjoying not normal. And you were happy to discover that Namjoon was no different in Faerie than he was in the human world, loving the ancient tombs of the library, tending to plants in the Citadel and studying the High Tree.
A member of the Summer Court he might be, but Namjoon is a roving Faerie at heart, who has found far too many things like e-books and newspapers and museums in the human world. He is fascinated by the moral ability to ache and hurt and make music, write and paint in such small amounts of time compared to eternity.
But he still visits. Like today, when you promised that you would show him the night garden you had been working on.
Letting you go, Namjoon holds you at arm’s length, two dimple popping out proudly as he smiles down at you. “Come on,” he says eagerly, shaking you a bit. “Show me what you’ve grown.”
-
Night in the High Court isn’t eternal, but it’s beautiful. Millions of stars paint the sky, thousands of collars and so close, you feel as though you could reach your hand up to touch them. You can see them now, flittering through the glass ceiling of the recently-finished throne room.
You’re not much for sitting on the throne. It feels ridiculous and a bit tedious to sit in an opulent room made for appearances. Well – you are working. You’ve been sharing audiences with Jimin all day, listening to the rapidly growing members of his court and trying to settle land disputes, claims to long-abandoned homes, problems with infrastructure, nixies gone wild.
The usual.
Though you find it anxiety-inducing, hearing all of these problems that the people Jimin’s court are plagued with regularly. Jimin sits in these all day. While you move about the High Court’s lands on his behalf and work with the new citizens and repairing parts of the palace, Jimin almost never leaves the throne.
You admire the way he will sit there for hours. He never cuts anyone off, he never dismisses a single person who wishes to speak with him, and Jimin lets none of the lords wishing to reclaim lands that aren’t theirs push him around.
Now, you watch as a centaur bows deeply before turning to leave the room, having been granted a larger pasture for his heard, who had been defending it for a long time once the cythraul began to come through the High Tree.
When the double doors to the throne room boom closed, and the guards bow deeply at Jimin’s dismissal, your mate finally melts into the chair, eyes closed, head pressed to the high back. Exhaustion weights heavy on him, despite how beautifully he’s dressed today.
A midnight blue tunic hangs artfully on his frame, the chest cut low to reveal tawny, smooth skin. He has necklaces on, little stars and moons and hourglasses that you’ve found all over the High Court. It seems that time and rotating spheres of planes and universes are a popular motif, and you’ve since learned that with his full powers of the High Court, Jimin is able to perform magic far beyond that of the Night Court.
Freezing objects in time in space – though he can’t freeze time itself yet – aging things forward and backward. Sensing portals and dimensions and becoming energy sensitive are all things that he remembered when he was much younger, but is once again trying to grow into.
Leaning over the arm of the chair, you brush your fingers through his silver locks. He’s grown out his hair substantially. It’s pushed back by a silver circlet with the seven stars of the courts, and an earring catches the moonlight as he tilts his head to lean into your touch.
Jimin almost purrs under the gentle raking of your nails against his scalp. He quivers under your touch, head lolling to the side as he lets go completely. You grin, seeing how much your tired king reacts to your touch.
It’s hard to get over.
“Come on,” you whisper. He whines when your hand drops from his hair and you stand. “Don’t out, it’s beneath you.”
He’s pout increases, bottom lip stuck out as he looks up at you with glossy, green eyes. Jimin has a talent for switching between a doe-eyed sweetling and a siren-eyed vixen at a moment’s notice, something that he increasingly weaponizes against you. Not that you mind.
“It’s not,” he assures.
“Fine, remain seated on your throne. I’ll just run myself a hot lavender and orange blossom bath while you- “
Jimin brushes past you, his steps silent and gait smooth like a dancer. You love the way he spins around to face you, a grin on his face. He moves through the world like a velvet ribbon, graceful and elegant as is common among the fae.
“Thought so,” you grumble as he offers you a hand and a smile.
Coming up with a palace staff is difficult. It isn’t like the Night Court, where there have been generations of faerie loyal to Jimin and the royal family. The old staff members of Malik’s court were few and far between after the collapse of the High City, and those who remain haven’t known Jimin for a long time.
Earning trust among the fae is not common. So the palace staff is small, mostly made up of allies that he made when he was in the Night Court, and a few High Court faeries who were recommended by Hoseok and even Seokjin.
Then there is, of course, the occasional Nightingale who appear and disappear on a schedule you don’t yet understand, but has been put in place by Yoongi and Khione to assure that you aren’t murdered in your sleep.
You don’t hear from them much, but you did come to your room one day to find a mysterious tomb on the history of the Night Court, it’s laws and practices that you used in your battle of wits with Seokjin. It did not have a note, but there was an unmistakable symbol that you could not remember the shape of the moment you looked away from it.
Khione, though maybe not a friend, is an excellent ally.
The palace, like the rest of the city, sits on a network of moving bodies of water. There are pools and caverns underneath the building that have pools of water that move slowly into the large lakes beyond the city limit, and over the waterfall that empties from the basin where the Citadel lives.
Because of the easy access to water, the palace has its own unique plumbing and water filtration system that turned on when Jimin poured his magic back into the High Tree. It’s like the entire place was built by a maker to respond to the magic of those who live inside of it.
That is, at least, what you gathered from Yoongi’s explanation of the building.
Inside of the en suite bathroom is rough-cut crystal dub, hewn into the floor of the bathroom. You have to be careful getting in and out of the steps once wet, but the rose quartz glows warmly when you enter and tap one of the gold spouts. Water spits from it immediately, rushing hot and steaming to fill the deep tub.
Jimin stands staring in the doorway, too tired to do much beyond admire the way you pop open a jar of salts to pour it under the running water. Next, you dig out dried lavender, sprinkling it over the filling tub, following by dried orange rinds.
You glance over your shoulder at Jimin, his eyes cat-like in their study of you. You beckon him over with a finger. He doesn’t hesitate, drifting toward you wordlessly before stopping right in front of you, looking down through full lashes as you begin to untie the two strings that hold together the collar of his shirt.
“What’s the point of the strings if you keep such an open collar anyway?” you muse, letting your fingertips brush over his warm skin. His breath stutters slightly and you smile. “Are they really there for modesty?”
“You’ll have to ask Rika.” You drop the strings and push the shirt backward over his shoulder. It falls down his middle and waist, before dropping to the floor. “I’m not in the artistry of making clothes.”
“Hmm. You give them ideas. I see you down in their little studio sometimes, pouring over sketches.”
Jimin’s skin is perfect. He is golden and warm, flesh smooth under your fingertips as you brush your hands down his chest and over is stomach. You poke his soft flesh and he flexes, making you giggle and slap his abdomen lightly.
“Show off,” you huff, fingering the button on his trousers. “Don’t flex your muscles for me.”
“I thought you liked them.”
“As insufferable as your personality can be, I rather like that instead.”
With a sharp movement, you pull Jimin’s trousers down. He’s in linen undershorts, like briefs but not. And he’s semi-hard just from your teasing touches and words. Jimin notices you looking at his clothed cock and grins. You go read, realizing your mistake when he grabs you by the chin and pulls your face toward his.
“Huh,” he clucks, nose brushing yours. He’s so close that his lips touch yours when he speaks, your gasp swallowing his words. “I think you like something entirely inappropriate.”
“Entirely untrue. Faeries don’t lie.”
Jimin half laughs, half growls as he kisses you.
The kiss is scorching, his mouth hungry and all-consuming as Jimin licks into your mouth. You moan in surprise against him, tilting backward with the force of his onslaught but his hands are on your waist, already hiking up the fabric of your dress as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.
Kissing Jimin makes you dizzy. He always kisses you like his survival depends on it, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, but always starving for you and wanting more. He makes little sounds of desperation between the kisses, catching his breath in pitchy tones that drive you absolutely wild.
Jimin’s hands feel like heaven when they grip the soft flesh of your inner thigh, massaging and pulling you close to him as he peppers your jaw and throat with kisses. Each one leaves a wet trail fresh on your skin, more tongue and teeth now that you’ve ignited the want in him.
It’s hard not to let him rip the dress you have on, made of dark blue silk with cape shoulders and silver broaches at the shoulders. When you convinced him to gently take it off, his movements grow softer, more reverent than greedy.
“In,” you laugh between the wet smack of your mouths. “You need to relax.”
“I’m wide fucking awake now.”
“Be wide awake in the bath. Let me take care of you.”
It wins him over. Jimin doesn’t take his eyes off you as he bends down and pulls his briefs off. From your peripheral, you can see his cock spring against his stomach, dark tip swollen and begging for attention with pearls of precum.
You’re torn between wanting to drop your eyes to his cock as he stands and watches you peel your slip off, nipples hardening in the cool air under his heated gaze, but you keep your eyes on his. You could lose yourself in those deep, green pools.
“What?” Jimin asks, hint of a laugh in his voice. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?”
“You have moon eyes.”
You flush, feeling warm beyond the heat of lust. “I just love you.”
Jimin gets a look on his face for a moment, one you don’t understand. For a split second you feel insecure about the admission, standing naked in front of him and telling him that. But the next, the anxiety is gone as he scoops you from the floor, making you squeal as he steps into the warm water and sits down in it carefully.
Water laps over the side, the smell of lavender and orange filling your senses as you breath in. Jimin flicks his finger toward the faucet and the water stops – a trick you have yet to manage – and leans back against the rose wall of the tub, pulling you with him.
Your knees scrape lightly against the rough bottom but you don’t care, coming alive under Jimin’s touch as he settles you over his waist. You can feel his heavy cock brushing your stomach as you straddle him, shotting a thrill through you.
For now, he seems intent on swallowing you whole again, bringing wet hands to tangle in your hair and yank your mouth flush against his.
The mixture of warm water, Jimin’s touch and the gentle brush of his tongue makes your brain fuzzy. You float as you kiss him, your fingers knotting in the hair at the back of his neck, holding him close.
Slowly, you lower yourself a little more, grinding on his cock. You both whine in between spit-slicked kisses, a shudder going through you as you seek friction on his velvety shaft. You’re dripping for him, making the glide even easier as you roll your lips lazily, smiling against his mouth when he lets out a loud curse.
Jimin’s hands go to your waist, submerging under the water. He doesn’t take control, but his grip is hard, dimpling your skin as he grips onto you, letting you tease both of you. It feels like you’re tingling all over, heat rushing through your veins. His cock head nudges your clit and you let out a wanton sound, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder, slick with water and sweat from the heat of the water.
“Fuck,” Jimin rasps, lips pressed to your ear. His tongues snakes out, licking your lobe playfully. “Fuck please don’t tease me.”
“Oh, am I teasing you?”
“Enaid.”
The name shivers through you, a ripple of love and a million other feelings. You reach a hand down between you, firmly grabbing him in your hand, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as you lightly stroke him.
When Jimin is at your mercy, he sounds so beautiful. He leans is head back, face tilted toward the ceiling, mouth open to let sighs escape through pillowy lips. You watch him, the way his neck has light pink splotches as he grows flushed, thighs twitching underneath you as you pump him.
A grin spreads over your face. Seeing him like this is your favorite. Hair presses against his temples and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to lose himself entirely to your hand.
Thankfully, you don’t make him wait longer.
The crown of his cock catches your aching hole and you hiss between your teeth, ring of muscles clenching as you slowly sink down on him. It feels like you can’t breathe, every inch of his thickness stretching you to the max until you’re seated and he’s fully sheathed in your fluttering walls.
It takes quick breaths to adjust, your panting against his neck earning a hum from him as his fingers dig painfully into your hips. “Fuck,” he whispers. “So fucking tight.”
“Feels fucking full.”
“Yeah?” he mouths messily at the side of your jaw, voice a low whisper as he says, “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Make me feel good.”
Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the request. Leaning away from him, you put your hands on his shoulders for balance, slowly rolling your hips into a languid rhythm. You can barely breathe at the feel of him inside of you, so fucking deep that you can think of nothing but Jimin.
There’s no rush. Jimin lets you find a pace you like, picking up speed when you feel comfortable enough. It feels divine, the way your walls hug his length, the way his tip hits deep inside of you. You laugh a bit, head dropping back as you sink down on him again.
“Hmmm?”
You moan his name as you take a moment to gather enough thoughts to answer his question, most coherency scattered to the wind. “Feels like you’re in my stomach,” it comes out whiny and pitchy. “It feels really fucking good.”
“Keep going, baby. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
Jimin leans forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking generously. You give a high-pitched squeal, the stimulation adding as you grind yourself on him, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You’re dizzy and overheated, Jimin focused on flicking his tongue devilishly around your pert bud, your eyes rolling back in your head.
Fucking Jimin always feels different. Even at this lazy pace, you feel like you’re going to fucking lose your mind. An orgasm gathers deep in your stomach, a swollen raincloud looming in the distance. You move a little harder on him now, water splashing over the side of the tub as you increase the size of your movements.
“Fingers,” you beg him as he lavishes your tits. He pulls his mouth away with a lewd pop, looking up at you with swollen lips and glassy eyes. “Please.”
He understands. Jimin’s mouth meets yours, a messy exchange of moans and spit. It’s sloppy but it’s good, especially as his hand slides down your abdomen, fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth as he applies gentle pressure, slowly circling your bundle of nerves until you’re shaking on top of him, barely able to keep it together.
Jimin senses your coming apart, increasing his attention on your clit as he begins nipping the column of your throat, sharp teeth pinching your skin, rough tongue laving over it to sooth the sting.
“Shit,” you gasp, shaking above him. “Gonna – fuck.”
“Come on,” Jimin urgers. He plants his feet on the bottom of the tub, helping you as he thrusts gently up into you. “Come all over me.”
Hiding your face in his neck, you feel your orgasm open up on you. You clench hard, muscles clenching and a scream working its way out of you. You shudder in Jimin’s arms as he fucks you gently, letting you ride your orgasm, shaking and crying in his lap.
It sends him over the edge, Jimin curses and crashing his mouth with yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth greedily. You meet him with the same hunger, so fucking overwhelmed with the heat of his desire for you, for the way he makes you feel, for the way he whimpers your name between teeth and tongue.
As you come down, you catch your breath in his arms. He leans his head back, letting you lay against his neck, just trying to level yourself again. It always takes a bit, trying to come back down from the post-orgasm bliss. Jimin responds in kind, eyes closed, hand drifting up and down your spine.
“I love you,” he murmurs, eyes still close. Your eyes flutter open, looking up at him. “And I like when you look at me like that. So keep doing it.”
You laugh and close your eyes, just happy where you are. “Okay.”
Another day closes with you in Jimin’s arm, and your forever grateful for that one ring in your grandmother’s attic.
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