#so to make me sit through 20 seconds of video to see your next release when you could have posted a photo makes me tear my hair out

[flimsy-roost]

any explanation of boosting video over image content on sites that allow both that isn't "flagrant play to increase seconds of engagement to look better for advertisers" is wrong. of course most people linger on videos longer, you're making us wait to receive all the information, dipshit

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Your Song

Written By: Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Artist: Elton John

Released: 1970

Cover included: Ewan McGregor for Moulin Rouge!, 2001

The song was composed and performed by Elton John but the lyrics were written by Bernie Taupin. It originally appeared in his self titled and second album. Elton John hadn’t come out of the closet yet, but Bernie Taupin knew, which is part of the reason why the lyrics avoid using gendered pronouns. In a 2013 interview with Rolling Stone, Elton John said: “What can I say, it’s a perfect song. It gets better every time I sing it. I remember writing it at my parents' apartment in North London, and Bernie giving me the lyrics, sitting down at the piano and looking at it and going, ‘Oh, my God, this is such a great lyric, I can’t fuck this one up.’ It came out in about 20 minutes, and when I was done, I called him in and we both knew. I was 22, and he was 19, and it gave us so much confidence. ‘Empty Sky’ was lovely, but it was very naive. We went on to do more esoteric stuff like ‘Take Me to the Pilot,’ of course, but musically, this was a big step forward. And the older I get, the more I sing these lyrics, and the more they resonate with me.”

[Verse 1] It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money, but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live [Verse 2] If I was a sculptor, heh, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Verse 3] I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well, a few of the verses, well, they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on [Verse 4] So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do You see, I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen [Chorus] And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world [Outro] I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

[dilettantereviews]

Here's my 2022 Best Of! Yup, that's right, 2022. Better late than never, huh?

Rico Nasty- Intrusive

I heard good things about Rico Nasty for years but her other projects were a little too repetitive for me to fully commit or enjoy her work. This mixtape sees her replacing her industrial rap sound with a more varied approach. She sings over drum and bass and acoustic music. If you enjoyed Princess Nokia’s Metallic Butterfly or Azealia Banks’ Broke with Expensive Taste, then I recommend this album for you. My favorite songs are Messy, Easy, and Focus on Me.

Sasami- Squeeze

After her work in Cherry Glazer and her 2019 solo debut, Sasami finally (somewhat) broke through with this album and it’s no wonder why. Mixing influences as varied as Sheryl Crow and industrial, Sasami showed us about opening up your heart or wanting to destroy someone else’s. My favorites are The Greatest and Skin a Rat.

Charli XCX- Crash

As her first proper album since 2019’s Charli, this album had a lot of expectations placed upon it since True Romance is her best received official album. Fortunately, it all worked out for her and for us. This album sounds like you are scrolling through the Dance Dance Revolution song selecting screen around 2005 with songs you don’t realize you know until you hear it again years later. My favorites are Constant Repeat, Used to Know Me, Selfish Girl, Good Ones, Baby, and of course, Beg for You. 

Beyonce- Renaissance

This album was a victory lap for Beyonce. Not that she slacked off this era, but after creating two innovative video albums, Beyonce wanted to have a more upbeat album after the pandemic. As someone who prefers her uptempos (in a fun club kid way, like Haunted, 7/11, Formation, Six Inch, and Partition instead of the stan wars “go back to Dr. Luke!!111” way), I’m here for it. My favorites include All Up in Your Mind and Pure Honey.

SZA- SOS

I have a general policy where if someone takes over 4 years to release their next project, I develop some kind of object impermanence about them. Not even maliciously, but for every Sky Ferreira (side note: This was written when we still thought Don’t Forget was a part of an era) or My Bloody Valentine, there’s a synthpop band from 2016 that stubbornly sits on the second page of my Last.FM with 189 plays. And I like SZA! CTRL got me though 2017 and 2018 but I completely forgot her rerelease and in between singles until I was preparing this review. So when I heard she was releasing a 20+ track album I was skeptical. It turned out to be great. I enjoy the developed and detailed instruments and her personal lyrics. My favorite songs are Kill Bill, Blind, Shirt and Gone Girl.

Fontaines DC- Skinty Fia

Fontaines DC had a well deserved bigger break out in 2022. I don’t really have a thing to say about this album but I like the way they mix post punk music with a mix of their own Irish culture and gothic and industrial sounds. What could’ve just been a couple of lads at the pub is a unique and informative look at the band and their culture. U2 and Inhaler are shaking. My favorite songs are Jackie Down the Line, Skinty Fia, and How Cold Love Is.

Vero- Unsoothing Interior

I learned about Vero on Popjustice… at least 5 years ago? For a while, it seemed like they would drop a single heavily influenced by Poe and disappear without a follow up or any momentum. I understand it’s hard for new artists to make things work logistically, but they even had repetitive cover art so we couldn’t just joke that there was a wait between the EP and debut. That’s why I was so confused when the album was dropped in 2022. Hailing all the way from Sweden, Vero has vocals that remind me of Shirley Manson and Kim Gordon with post punk music I heard NPR describe (someone else) with the term “fleabag-core”. My favorite songs are Sex and Me and TV shows and Exit 2.

Coco and Clair Clair- Sexy

People always say nostalgia does too much heavy lifting in music now, but the right references can truly justify the most Tweet Deck derivative works. Coco and Clair Clair, who I was very surprised to learn are from Atlanta instead of the UK, have a very retro inspired album that could’ve just been lost in the hyperpop Y2K space with everyone else but they have a different reference pool that elevates them. Hypnotic girl group whispery vocals over whispery chillwave and drum n bass beats truly take me back to the person I was in 2011-2012. If you have a Tumblr photoblog with a convoluted layout that only showed pictures and no captions, this album is for you. If you keep up with McBling depop, this album is for you. If you ever described LAMB by Gwen Stefani as a hip hop album, then this album is for you. I would recommend this album for fans of Kitty and Niki and the Dove. My favorite songs from it are Bad Lil Vibe, Pop Star, and Be With U.

Alvvays- Blue Rev

I didn’t really listen to them before this and I only knew them for the …unique spelling of their band name and a Tumblr post that heavily implied that they should be kept in 2014. Well, this album should put all of their critics to shame. This album was recorded after the band lost their old demos and instruments in a robbery and they were still able to record this album. Pairing dreamy landscapes over fuzzy guitars, Molly Rankin’s confessional lyrics deal with the unexpected nostalgia of running into your ex’s family members in public (a sort of Dan Fogelberg moment for our generation) or justifying a creative career. Besides Pharmacist and Easy on your Own, I recommend Very Online Guy, a leftfield song about male internet behaviors (a self drag, but I want to see how many men wrote about that song and the album). If you only know them from Marry Me, Archie (a song I would personally not leave in a time capsule or box set for indie pop music from 2010-2014), I strongly suggest that you give this album a chance. Fun fact: In addition to being a great meeting spot for coanchors to meet each other, Good Morning America also has a year end best of list and put this as their #1 album. A few years ago, they put the solo project of Soul Coughing’s frontman’s project. So maybe GMA is our new Pitchfork, NME, and Spin Magazine combined (side note: I wrote this before the Pitchfork reshuffle happened, oops).

Shygirl- Nymph

Shygirl has finally released her long awaited debut after releasing her stellar debut. This time, she ditches the electronic and abrasive sound of her 2018 EP and enters her Manny Santos sensual R&B era while still sounding futuristic. Firefly is a song that sounds like it was a Britney 2001 deep cut dusted off and released in 2172. Nike is my other personal stand out.

Hatchie- Giving the World Away

On her sophomore album, Hatchie continues her dream pop and shoegaze sound and expands into some darker palettes that wouldn’t be out of place on the altronica playlist. If that album transported you into a daydream, this album is a moody walk in the rain. My favorites are This Enchanted, Till We Run Out of Air, and Giving the World Away.

Soccer Mommy- Sometimes, Forever

This was sort of a new sound album for Soccer Mommy, with a little more focus on the production. Working with OPN, she had a darker, hazier, more detail oriented production. My favorites include Unholy Affliction, Don’t Ask Me, Feel it All the Time, and Darkness Forever (which gave me Portishead’s second album vibes). This album is more Madder Rose than Massive Attack but you should still give it a shot.

Momma- Household Name

Nostalgic guitar based indie rock that sounds right out of 1994. Reverb guitars, harmonics, and shoegaze pedals. Recommended if you like Siamese Dream by Smashing Pumpkins or Bully’s debut. Speeding 72, Lucky, Brave and No Stage are my favorites. 

Luna Li-  Duality

Psychedelic alternative R&B with a chamber/art/baroque pop edge. I love how she mixes her vulnerability on songs like Flower with strong guitar moments like Alone but not Lonely and What You’re Thinking. This album feels like if you mixed Kali Uchis with Kadjha Bonet. Recommended if you have only used emojis as captions.

Kilo Kish- American Gurl

Kilo Kish’s last official album was released back in 2016, but her pair of consecutive EP’s that came out in 2018 and 2019 were a more focused and cohesive electronic sound. On this album, she went back to her unique existential pop with irreverent Adult Swim vibes. With her kitchen sink production, detached vocals, and quirky irreverent sound, this album has a lot of reasons to not work but somehow puts everything together and keeps you overstimulated like a TikTok video. Recommendations include Choice Cowboy, New Tricks, and American Gurl. Recommended if you like Santigold or Imani Coppola.

Vitesse X- Us Ephemeral

Growing up, I hated electronic music. Did I listen to it or seek it out specifically? No, not in the slightest. But it was just annoying as I saw my beloved Radio Disney pop rock acts just be seen as cringe as what I call ‘unts unts’ music went on the rise. Also, I just thought the fans were annoying. Maybe it was just in my community, but there were a lot of teen DJs who just got jobs hosting or playing cultural events and sweet 16s and posting pretentious memes that made me roll my eyes. I’ve never seen a MLM girl in real life, but I’ve seen DJs talk about how school is just there to mold you and as a DJ, they can be their own boss. Also, just growing up in the teen club/4 loko/Ed Hardy era just made me think it was all try hard “OH, you’ve never been to a festival?’ stuff. But eventually, Charli XCX helped open my mind to new electronic acts while trip hop and deep house helped open me up to older electronic genres. Then I had an “if it’s retro/ironic it’s okay” mentality but now I can regularly like electronic music. That leads us to Vitesse X. Her art deco style of electronics invokes the sleek future, through her stage name and hi tech titles. Is she making a concept album about how technology was supposed to bring us together but is bringing us apart? Is it a scifi story? Did she promise us a video for each song that made a movie but she stopped and hoped we would forget about it? No! She’s making music you could hear at Zara’s, in your car, or even at a party or club. In this age of hot takes, think pieces, and more, a concept like nepobaby can go from a fun internet only in joke to a “reclaimed” term that loses all meaning. Vitesse X helps prove that sometimes, saying less really is more. My favorites are Potential Energy, Centrifuge Me, and Us Ephemeral.

Piri and Tommy- Froge.mp3

The drum n bass duo that came out of the blue and right back into it. Words is the best positive motivational affirmation dance song since Show Me Love by Robin S. I also like Silver Lining and On & on. It looks like we’re not getting a new project from them, they split up and now they’re going to ruin all of our Last.fm charts because they each get credited separately. 

They Hate Change- Finally, New

I feel like Drum n Bass has been on the rise since Princess Nokia’s Metallic Butterfly went on streaming for the last few years, but it had been kind of mixed with other electronic sounds like hyperpop or UK garage so it was an afterthought. They Hate Change overcame that. Rapping over Drum n bass, the Tampa duo helps showcase something cool and forward thinking from Florida on their label debut. I recommend them if you like Outkast or Big Fish Theory from Vince Staples. My favorite songs are Who’s Next, Little Brother, and Perm.

Foushee- Softcore

I hate to make a Mean Girls reference in 2024 (this was another review I had written in winter 2023, before I knew there was a movie adaptation of the Mean Girls musical coming out), but this album reminds me of the Halloween party scene where Cady shows up in an “ugly” costume while everyone is wearing cute costumes and she is confused. That is how this album feels for alternative R&B. While now everyone with a slowed down drum beat gets an alternative R&B genre tag, but this is truly “alternative”, mixing slinky R&B vocals over guitars and yelling. Even if it doesn’t always work (several songs are under 2 minutes), you can definitely admire the attempts. Behind SZA, Foushee is the second best R&B album from a New Jerseyan in 2022 (sorry, 070 Shake). My favorite songs are I’m Fine and Simmer Down. Listen if you want an internet poisoned pop star but Doja has gone too far for you. 

Ravyn Lenae- Hypnos

After her stellar 2018 EP, Ravyn finally followed up with her debut album and it was worth the wait. Her airy, hypnotic vocals still sound fresh and the collaborations don’t take away from the sound at all. My favorites are 3D and Venom.

Sudan Archives- Natural Brown Prom Queen

Sudan Archives made it very far on my 2019 Best of List. I would not be able to tell you a song from that album, or if she even made it on (because as of this writing it is still unpublished) but I knew she was talented and I thought her violin gave her a unique sound. This time around, she did a sonic 180 and went for a more left field mixture of sounds and had an even better album. Listen to stand out Homemaker. 

Glacier Veins- Lunar Reflection

Normally, I consider my best of list a failure if I don’t find at least one new, completely random small Bandcamp band that didn’t get reviewed from Allmusic or Pitchfork or any other major website. If they don’t have a Wikipedia page, even better! This year, Glacier Veins is one of those bands for me. If you like female fronted pop punk with a side of experimental noise pop added to it, I would definitely recommend them. 2018’s KID, 2009 Paramore, Halsey, Poppy, and Willow fans should be happy. My favorite songs are Cover Me, Here & There, Lunation, Autonomy, and Flower Moon.

Amanda Shires- Take It Like a Man

Alt country queen. Recommended if you waited for Jenny Lewis’ album for Puppy in a Truck or you enjoy feeling like you are a Sons of Anarchy character or perhaps Yellowstone. Mature alt country with great, clear production. My favorite song is Hawk for the Dove. (Side note: I wrote this way before they filed for divorce). 

Lola Kirke- Lady for Sale

Picks up where Pearl Charles left off for countrypolitian. If you thought this would be a low effort vanity project you are mistaken. Unclear if this is a pastiche or not but very unexpected country album from this British actress. Pink Sky is my favorite song. Recommended if you like Pearl Charles or Margo Price.

Honey Dijon- Black Girl Magic

A great house music DJ. Recommended if you want to keep the party going after Renaissance.

Montell Fish- Her Love Still Haunts Me Like a Ghost

I listen to an adult alternative college radio station regularly and to paint a picture of what that’s like, I can now say “wow, that Paul Simon song slaps”. Sometimes they do play younger, internet only bedroom produced artists like Claud, Kafune, Joe P, and now, Montell Fish. When I first heard the distorted bass and reverbs I was confused at how different and all out he went but this is a true EP of heartbreak and desperation. Listen if you like PM Dawn, Miguel and Steve Lacy. Pretend Lovers is my favorite song. 

Carly Cosgrove- See you in Chemistry

Nostalgia really can sell anything these days. In the DJ world, we got DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ, DJ Ross from Friends, and DJ Seinfeld. There’s even the genre of Dariacore! Emo has a 2000’s pastiche in Carly Cosgrove, a reference I embarrassingly didn’t get for a long time. The nostalgia stops there and the rest is a solid pop punk record. I don’t really listen to a lot of pop punk/emo so I can’t compare to others in the genre but I think the vocals give the instruments room to breathe. My favorites were Rue the Day, Cloudblock, and Munck. Listen if you miss the channel 2000’s The N but at this point would settle for the era of Teennick that only replayed iCarly, Zoey 101, Drake and Josh, Ned’s Declassified, and Victorious. 

[ziee]

Yb x Male!Reader

Yb is a sleep paralysis demon because why not.

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It all started as a child, you were around 5 years old when the creature made its first appearance. You had been in bed, restless after having a bit more candy than your parents knew about. Tossing and turning, you finally felt your eyelids heavy. You had finally gotten comfortable when you saw it. Or him. Standing in front of your door was the tall figure. Bright blue bore into your small form from under the blankets.

You tried to scream, but all that would come out were tiny whimpers.  Your eyes widened in fear at the strange person in your room, tears brimmed upwards. He cocked his head, large smile fading from his face as it turned into a frown. Small steps towards you felt like only 2, due to his long stature.

You whined as he lifted his hand towards you. A cold, grey hand touched your cheek. Warm tears fell onto his fingers as you heard him sigh. He wiped your cheeks from the wetness as you closed your eyes in fear. Opening them when you felt the icy digits leave, you saw nothing. He had disappeared.

You got up and cried to your parents, yelling about a strange person in your room. They had come and searched your room top to bottom but didn't find anything, or anyone. They concluded that you just had a nightmare. Whenever you brought it up, you were quickly shut down by the adults, so you stopped talking about the man.

As you grew, he would come every night. You weren't as fear-frozen as you were with him when you were younger, so he would paralyze you so you couldn't escape from his touches. All you could do was watch as he caressed your skin against his own, each and every night.

You tried to rid him, taking medications for nightmares and such prescribed by a doctor, but they never helped. He would always come, with his bright blue eyes. It's as if you were sinking from the sight, into a dark abyss. You tried staying up, indulging in an abundance amounts of caffeine, but it only lasted you a couple of days.

When you moved out, you figured that he would leave you alone. You stayed in that house your whole life, having to endure 20 years of that demon. You thought it was just the house. Oh, how you were wrong. Once you settled into your new apartment, you were ready to sleep in your bed when you felt that familiar feeling.

A wave of coldness washes over your covered body. No. No, no, no. "Please! Just leave me alone!" You tried to move, but he was already in place. Tears fell from your tired eyes. "What do you want from me?!" You screamed at his unmoving form. Saphhire eyes blink. A hand moves up. His fingers point forwards.

"Me?" You sobbed, struggling against invisible bindings. His round head nods, a sharp smile tattooed to his face. "Why?" Moving towards you, you stare angrily into his large eyes. He gazes into yours, head tilted over yours as he stays still before leaning down towards your ear.

"You're mine." His voice cackles. He pulls back in time to see 2 globs of tears fall onto your cheeks. Making an aw sound, he wipes your tears away to caress your cheek once more.

"I hate you." Your words show venom, yet he makes no movements to appease you. He leans down closer, resting his head on your chest as he sits on the floor. Listening to your heartbeat, he traces your collarbone. You cry as he touches you. Loathing seeps from your skin. As the minutes pass, you try and think of something, anything to get this to stop.

"What can I do to make you leave?" You hiccup, eyes wet and sore.

"Nothing." He growls against you, stopping his finger on your skin. Think, think!

"W-what about for a week?" You suggest. He sits up, a look of annoyance on his face.

"Not gonna happen, darling."

"What about a day?!" You plead. He hums, contemplating the thought. Turning towards you, a devious grin has been placed on his face.

"I will leave you alone for a day if you touch me." Touch him? You thought for a second before a disgusted expression traced your face. Touch him. Like that? For one day of freedom?

...

Fine. You were just so exhausted. Let's just make this quick. "Fine." You whispered, already ready to take back what you just said. His grin widened, and for the first time in years you were able to move freely whilst he was in front of you. You shot up and away from him, your back pressing against the headboard as he stood up. He chuckled at your actions as he climbed onto the bed, sitting in front of you.

So now what. You were inexperienced in sex, having only gotten to kissing with companions. You looked towards the man you hate. The man who's made your life exhausting and dreadful for the past 20 years. You really wish you could punch his face.

He had a boner. A growing tent forming in his pants made you look down. "Go on." He beckoned you towards him with a slight thrust of his hips, making you really hate the situation you stuck yourself in. You slowly crawled towards him. Shakey hands unzipped his pants, pulling them down a bit before stopping at his boxers.

You gulped, before pulling them down. His cock sprung free, hard, and pulsating as he stood in front of your face. You forced every tear down, before bending down and taking him inside your mouth.

He moaned at first contact, ruffling a hand through your hair as you took him further. Wanting this to end as fast as it could, you used your tongue to aid in the process. Swallowing him, he moves in and out of your throat. You start to choke, but hold yourself down.

He pants as you awkwardly suck him off for the first time in your life. Watching videos sure did help you, since you weren't total shit at this, supported by rough bucking of his hips against your face. You furrowed your brows in anger before finally lifting your arms up and planting them on either of his thighs, holding him down.

He twitches against your throat, something that makes you feel like throwing up, but you force it down. You're doing this for a night of freedom. A good sleep. You clench his legs as you prepare to choke him down. Licking his shaft, a deep groan leaves his throat, making you shiver.

You pop off him, gasping for air. He doesn't push you back down, which you were thankful for after nonstop minutes of having him inside your throat. You lift a hand from his thigh and start stroking him. Already lubed with your saliva, it makes for easier self-loathing action.

Pumping him faster, he grasps onto your hair and pulls as he releases. Giving you no warning, hot fluid sticks to your shirt as he cries out. His cock twitches in your hand before you let it go, dropping flaccid. You shiver in disgust as you look at your stained shirt.

"You had your fun. Go and don't come back tomorrow." You mumble, standing up to change your shirt. But he obviously had other plans. Before you could even scream, a hand reaches for you, wrapping around your waist before pulling you back onto your bed.

"Let me go! I touched you!" You yelped as he pinned you down, leaning over you with the eyes of an animal. He leaned his head into your shoulder and sniffed, taking in your scent as you pushed against his shoulders.

"Mm.. I just can't get enough of you." His tongue grazed your exposed neck and you whined, praying he wouldn't bite. You had seen how sharp his teeth were. Thankfully he doesn't, pulling his head back up to gaze upon you. "Let me fuck you, darling." He panted.

"N-"

"I'll leave you alone for a week." You thought about it for a second. A blowjob was one thing, but having him stick it in your ass? You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands as you nodded. You could sense his grin through your closed eyes. Feeling his cold hands on the waistband of your shorts, you throw your arms down and push his hands away.

"I'll do it myself." You snap, pulling down your shorts and briefs in one quick swipe. He lets you, eyeing your soft cock. Why would you be hard from this? He slides his hands between your thighs, spreading your legs as you stare at the ceiling.

Wetting a finger with his saliva, he settles it before your hole. You could feel him staring, so you look down at the demon. "I've.. Played with it before. So you don't have to go slow." You mumbled, allowing him to push his finger inside. Your cheeks flush at your confession as his finger slides around your hole.

You exhale as he pushes it further, curling his finger before pushing another one inside. "Ah.." It slipped past your mouth, you couldn't stop it. His head snaps up to meet your eyes. He grins, obviously pleased at his work before refocusing on his task. You fume at his reaction. You hated how he could make you feel so good with just 2 fingers.

"Put it in." You wanted this over with. And he complied. Ready with another hard-on, he removes his fingers before suckling on them. Shifting closer, he readies his cock before your hole. You breathe out, preparing for his length as you clench the blankets.

He slides it in slowly, stretching you out. You breathe through it, pain and all. He finally gets inside all the way, leaning over you as he pants. "Darling.." He moans, "You feel so good." He pulls his hips back, before pushing back into you slowly. You grunt as he presses against your insides, his cock twitching inside you.

"Go faster.." You clutch onto the bedsheets, nails digging into your palm as he digs his knees into the bed, gaining stability for the next action. Pulling out, he pounds into you. You moan, unable to contain yourself. Your cock, now hard, pulses with urgency as he pushes himself into your walls. You could feel your close.

Your thighs clench as you release, crying out as you cum. Seed shoots from your tip to his chest, staining his dark shirt. He doesn't seem to mind, just continuing to feed himself from your insides. You gasp as the wind is knocked from you, your hole being abused by a sizeable dick. His hands move to grip your waist, digging into your skin hard as he bites his lip. He plows into you one more time before searing white explodes in you.

He bucks softly, releasing everything he's got, filling you up before pulling out. Cum seeps from your hole onto the bed, but you're too exhausted to care. He falls beside you, heaving for air through his flushed face. Heavy eyelids fall, forcing you to fall asleep before cleaning up.

The next morning you wake up, you notice how he'd cleaned you up before leaving. How thoughtful. The day goes on as expected, ending back at your bed once more. You had gotten comfy, excited at how you weren't gonna see the demon for a week. As you were about to fall asleep, a wave of coldness washes over you.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

Taglist: @notphilosopherstudentblog

[corpsedaydream]

point of view

corpse husband x reader

word count: 2.4k

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pov

Growing up, you’d spent so many afternoon and nights in your childhood bedroom scribbling down notes into diaries. Some of it was reality, some of it was fantasy, but all of it was you. Once you were done, you would hide the journals all over your room, they were for your eyes only but your brother use to have a habit of finding them and reading them and teasing you if you happened to write about a boy you had a crush on.

Ironically, when you’d first started talking to Corpse, before he became your boyfriend, your brother had caught you sending him some heart emojis, and even as grown ups, he still teased you about it.

You weren’t surprised that hadn’t changed, but something that did change that did take you by surprise is how that hobby of writing brought you to where you were in your career.

You were on your way to your boyfriends place and in the passenger seat of your car was a CD. In a very early 2000s style, there was writing scribbled onto it done with a black sharpie and the letters read, ‘POV demo’. You could feel nervous butterflies gathering in your stomach as you neared closer and closer to Corpse’s place.

You’d had an incredible past few days. Writing always felt like something for fun, never something that would actually be a career prospect but when your YouTube videos of you sharing your original song ideas started to take off, people started to notice. Someone in particular being Ariana Grande. She’d fallen in love with your writing style and wanted to work with you to create a song for her next album, so of course you graciously and excitedly agreed.

It seemed you and Ariana were in similar phases of your life, both falling in love with someone who seemed so perfect for you. So the song came so easily for you, all you had to do was think of Corpse.

Your car came to a stop out the front of his place and you took in a few deep breaths as you unbuckled your seatbelt and picked up the CD from beside you. You’d written about Corpse before, but never something that was as confessional and honest as this song was.

Will he even like it? You thought to yourself and for a second you contemplated placing the CD under your car to run over it to destroy it. But you wanted him to hear it before it was released to the world. So with one last deep breath you shook your head to try to send the nervous thoughts to the back part of your brain as you exited your car with the disc that had the song on it in hand.

The time between knocking on his front door and him coming to open it had never felt this long before. You were chewing on your bottom lip and your forefinger was picking at the corner of your thumb nail as you anxiously waited. Then when the door opened, you spoke up before Corpse even had a chance to greet you. “I have a surprise for you!” You blurted out as you stepped inside and avoided bumping into him.

Corpse had a humoured yet confused expression as he watched you slip past him, usually you greeted each other with an exchange of touch, but you were barely looking at him right now and seemingly keeping your distance. “What-”

“No, please don’t say anything.” You held your hand up that wasn’t holding the CD as a signal to shoosh your boyfriend. “I have to show you right now before I change my mind.” You were visibly nervous, he could see it so clearly in you right now, so he listened and kept quiet. He wanted you to feel okay, but now you had spiked his curiosity, he had to know what the surprise was. “Can I put a disc in this?” You asked as you walked to a laptop that sat on his coffee table and sat down on the floor to place the CD beside it so you could inspect.

“A disc for what?” He was puzzled by the question.

“Just answer!” You didn’t mean to snap at him, this was supposed to be a good surprise, but god your heart was beating so fast and it felt like it was lodged in your throat. You were about to spill your heart out to him like you never had before and you were terrified of a potential rejection if he thought it was too much. Instead of questioning or arguing or snapping back at you, he neared you instead. Corpse could see your hands shaking a little and you were hunched in on yourself. Usually you were the confident one of the two of you so seeing you in this insecure state was something he wasn’t exactly used to. However, he had seen it before, but only a very few times. As confident and bright as you were, he’d been slowly learning your more deep seeded fears and vulnerabilities, so he was learning how to handle it when you were in a state like this.

“Hey,” He called for your attention as he crouched down beside you his voice ever so calm, one of his hands coming to land on the small of your back and his other grabbed hold of one of your hands. “Look at me.”  Finally, you did. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth you turned your head and found his gaze, your eyes flickered between his, you were still so nervous. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Really?”

“I mean, yeah, I am. I’m just-” You cut yourself off and you broke away from his gaze.

“Just what?”

“Scared.”

At that answer, his hand on your back rounded around you further as he let go of your hand so he could instead shift closer to you again and use that hand to bring it to the side of your face, encouraging you to turn to him again. “Why are you scared?”

“I’ve really just got to show you this.” Was the only answer you could give him without spoiling what the surprise was.

“Do you want to?” How badly he wanted to know what the surprise was, but he wouldn’t push for it if it caused you to be more on edge.

“Yeah.” You answered him and he smiled before leaning in to kiss you.

“Go ahead then, baby.” Corpse told you after you broke apart, his hands falling from you as you scooted forward to be in front of the laptop and he leant back against the couch.

One last time, you looked back at him over your shoulder, you were more in front of him now, but he was still within an arms length. He nodded fervently at you, watching with interest as turned your attention back to the laptop and opened the device and inserted the disc. With a few clicks, the beginning of the song started to play and you dropped your vision to your hands that sat in your lap before the first lyrics were sung.

It's like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours You got more than 20-20, babe

Hearing this, Corpse sucked in a quick breath, it was clicking in his mind what the surprise was.

Made of glass the way you see through me

He directed his gaze to the back of your head, how he wished he could see your face right now, but he knew you must have needed to be facing away from him right now to feel okay with doing this.

You know me better than I do Can't seem to keep nothing from you How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride

You spent so much time laughing and joking around, you were a very playful person and sometimes, you found it hard to get more serious. Corpse had been one of the only people to be able to see through this, to be able to reach a more exposed part of you. And as he listened to those lyrics, he recounted a time the two of you were wine drunk and and it was one of the first times you’d ever really opened up to him. But then right after, you’d attempted to laugh it off and he stopped you and made you feel okay with not having to seem like you were at 100% all the time, especially with him.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I'd love to see me from your point of view I wanna trust me The way that you trust me Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do I'd love to see me from your point of view

The chorus played and Corpse couldn’t help himself, he leant forward slightly to make contact with your elbow. And even though nothing was said, you understood fully what he wanted, because you did too. Your hand left your lap and without turning your head towards him, you reached your arm behind you, he grabbed your hand once more, intertwining your fingers with his.

I'm gеtting used to receiving Still gеtting good at not leaving I'ma love you even though I'm scared

These lyrics caused his hand to squeeze tighter around yours. It was only a few weeks ago the two of you had a pretty big fight, although it was only born out of fear and it ended in tears. When you were apologising, you’d told him you were so happy he was still with you and you’d also opened up to him about how with every past relationship, you never let yourself get in too deep, you always made a run for it before your heart was too in it. But you didn’t want that to happen with Corpse.

Learning to be grateful for myself You love my lips 'cause they say the Things we've always been afraid of I can feel it starting to subside Learning to believe in what is mine

The chorus began to play again and Corpse tugged on your hand.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I'd love to see me from your point of view

At first, you didn’t respond, and he really didn’t want to interrupt the song, but he wanted you to be in his arms so badly. “Come here.” He tugged again and this time, you finally moved. Your hands broke apart as you scooted back to sit beside him where he was still leaning against the couch and as soon as you were there, his arms came around you, pulling you in so close.

I wanna trust me The way that you trust me Ooh, 'cause nobody ever loved me like you do I'd love to see me from your point of view

Your heart was beating so hard and your cheeks were flushed as you nestled your head into his neck.

I couldn't believe it, or see it for myself Know I be impatient, but now I'm out here Falling, falling, frozen, slowly thawing, got me right

His arms were around you so tight and your emotions were running so high. Tears were pooling in your eyes as your hand grabbed ahold of his shirt, the material pulling taut as your hand tightened into a fist over the material.

I won't keep you waiting All my baggage fading, safely And if my eyes deceive me Won't let them stray too far away

Corpse turned his head in order to be able to press his lips against your forehead as the chorus begun to play out one last time.

I wanna love me The way that you love me Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too

Just like earlier, one of his hands would come to cup around the side of your face, encouraging you to look at him again. With his aid, you’d move your head out from the hiding spot you’d found in the form of his neck.

I'd love to see me from your point of view

Corpse swiped his thumb across your cheeks upon seeing that a few tears had spilled over the edges of your eyelids, you were still keeping your eyesight down.

I wanna trust me, ooh The way that you trust me, baby

He’d dip his head then, still trying to connect eye contact. You’d glance up and much to your surprise, tears had begun to bubble in Corpse’s eyes too. You’d let out the softest gasp and your hand would lift to grab a hold of his wrist of his hand that was still cradling the side of your face.

'Cause nobody ever loved me like you do

As the songs last lines were playing, the two of you moved your faces closer together to meet for a passionate kiss.

I'd love to see me from your point of view

The both of you poured every emotion you were currently feeling into the physical display of love and adoration. Deepening the kiss, you’d kneel up briefly so you could climb into his lap and sling your arms around his neck and his arm would tighten around you.

When you both parted to catch a breath, you’d have your foreheads resting against one another until you lift your head back up to look at Corpse properly.

“Did you like it?”

He smiled and shook his head in disbelief at your question, how could you not know that the answer already? “I loved it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It’s everything I’ve always wanted to say to you.” Yet again, you moved your eyes away from his.

He could see that still, you were feeling vulnerable about sharing the song with him. “Baby,” And once again, he was using his hand against the side of your face to coax your eyesight back to his. “It was perfect.” He assured you and he would feel so pleased to finally see a smile appearing on your face. “Should we only communicate in songs now?” He’d joke and he’d feel even more delighted to hear you laugh.

“I love you.” You’d tell him.

“I love you, too.” He’d reply.

“No, like, I really fucking love you.”

“I get it, because I really fucking love you.”

The both of you would laugh again and when it subsided, you shared another kiss.

“Play the song again.”

[jisungscaramel]

voices | changbin

❀ genre; smut, college au, fwb ❀ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 1.6k

[warning] explicit sexual content, dirty talk, masturabation, (slight) ownership kink, (mild) dom changbin, phone sex, (which includes imagery of) oral (fem receiving), bondage, spanking, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), overstimulation, creampie

Your eyes open to darkness, and you groan in utter annoyance - you just hate when this happens. You don’t even wanna know what time it is... but you check anyway, 2:20... am - not the worst. At least you have the opportunity to get some sleep, the slightest chance of closing your eyes to immerse in some obscure dream and certainly not the type of wet fantasy that dared to disturb your beauty rest in the first place.

The universe just loves fucking with the sleep schedule you work hard to keep regulated. But the not-so-random interruption to your slumber in it of itself is the least of your problems; the not-so-subtle throb of your clit is beyond irritating, especially since a certain someone isn’t physically there to help you with it.

Your adjusted vision wraps around the silhouette of the ceiling fan, sharpening in detail as you attempt to scrutinize it, five curved blades, metal brackets reflecting the moonlight, a simple ligh- not that a mundane distraction such as this would do anything to help, valiant effort though.

And then you turn your head to the side, fixing on the space where your phone should be laying on the bed side table.

“Should I call him...?” you ask yourself. You grab the device and go straight to the phone app, aggressively scrolling through your contacts ‘til you see his name: Changbin Seo.

Nothing fancy, nothing personal, it’s a deliberate choice to keep it that way, to stay firmly behind his boundaries, well, the boundaries you’ve assumed of him. In reality, he probably wouldn’t have an issue with you contacting him on a whim - even at this ungodly hour, but the idea still makes you nervous. That’s the prevailing predicament of a friend with benefits - sometimes there are too many boundaries and sometimes there are too few.

‘What if he gets annoyed with me? What if he stops talking to me? What if he thinks I’m crazy?’ The more time you spend in your own head, the more the shadow of your past experiences so rudely loom over you.

‘No, Changbin’s not like that. He’s not like that. He’s not like that. He’s not fucking like that.

‘At the worst, he won’t pick up ‘cause he’s asleep. That’s it. That’s all. Relax.’

Regardless, things would be much easier if he didn’t have to go across the state to be home for winter break.

And instead of making that single tap on the glass of your phone, you put it back down, placing it face down, reaching to open the drawer that lays beneath it. You pull out a little drawstring bag. In the darkness, you open it, unsheathing a silicone vibrator, light pink in the light, but rendered colorless in front of your eyes.

‘I should at least try by myself.’

Committing to your decision, you drown your ears in some dvsn - you gotta do what you can to self engage your senses. But you’d much rather hear his voice, much rather feel it vibrate against your skin, reverberate through your nerves. There’s just something about the way he growls when he goes deep, overwhelming the auricles of your ears in a crescendoing frenzy you can’t even fathom outside the moment, even if you try.

Your eyes close when you turn it on, trying your hardest to picture him in your mind’s eye.

The way he tilts his head back to stare at you, eyes half-lidded in the kind of carnal hunger, it makes you wonder what he’ll do next, body sizzling in desire, like it’s on fire. 

And then, there’s the way he lightly tugs at the corner of his bottom lip, tongue brushing over the reddened skin in a teasing lick, you just want them to dip into your slick, to indulge your clit with quick flicks. He loves to look up at you with a tinge of innocence that so eerily contrasts with the vulgarity of his actions, lips smirking against your heat ‘cause he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he knows exactly how to drive you crazy in the best possible way-

“Fuck!”

Even if your imagination is enough to get you there, it’s not enough to satisfy you; it feels like trying to fulfill a day’s worth of hunger with a measly cup of instant ramen when you know damn well you deserve a three course meal.

You haphazardly throw the toy to the side - you’ll clean it in the morning; it’s just too much effort now.

And here you are again, staring at the dark silhouette of your phone. At this point, the amount of fucks you have to give are rapidly dwindling.

And here you are again, phone shining bright in over your face, Changbin’s name and number apparent on the screen. But before you can actually contemplate the idea that you’ve begun to dub a “last resort,” your phone slips out of your hand, knocking you right on the nose, hitting - you guessed it - his number.

And… now you’re calling him. Of course the universe thinks it’s hilarious to mess with you - when does it not?

“Hello?” There’s a clear groggy sleepiness to his voice - clearly, you’ve woken him up.

Fuck. “Oh sorry, Binnie, did I wake you up?” 

“Hmm yeah,” he pauses, probably to rub his eyes, “what’s up?” As sexy as his gruff voice is, it’s the last thing you can think about, subtle embarrassment delicately wrapping your nerves.

“My bad… you know what? It’s nothing. I’ll let you sleep.”

“No, it’s okay, tell me what’s up,” he requests again.

“It’s nothing, I just…”

“Just what?”

“I miss you…”

“...Miss me where?”

“In…” you tighten your thighs together, “places where I shouldn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” You can hear rustling sheets, as if he’s sitting up, as if his attention’s focusing on you. “What would you want me to do if I was there?”

You bite your lip. “You already know.”

“Tell me.” His voice takes a commanding tone, attempting to bend you into submission even through the phone.

Your fingers trace the skin above your underwear. “God, Changbin, I want you to fucking cripple me.”

It’s simply astonishing as to how clearly his sinister chuckle comes through your line, and it’s all it takes for your hand to slip under the thin cotton covering you. “Damn, chula, I didn’t know you wanted me that bad…” a moan slips from your lips both in response to your actions and his words. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Yeah,” your flustered response sounds in the same pitch.

“Naughty girl. I’m gonna have to punish you next time I see you.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“First, I’m gonna tear your clothes off,” you peel the flimsy sleep shirt off your body, not being able to take the increasing heat radiating from your skin, “and then I’m gonna tie your arms up and bend you over my desk to spank you - one slap for every time you’ve touched yourself while I’ve been gone.”

“Where are you gonna spank me?” A sultry tone edges your words.

“On your ass… your thighs… your pussy, depends on how bad you’ve been.”

“What are you gonna do if I earn my reward?” By now, you’re reaching for the vibrator you so carelessly tossed aside not too long ago.

“I’m gonna throw you on my bed, then I’m gonna force your thighs apart and stretch out your soaking little cunt. I’ll fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me rearranging your insides,” he grunts, “Fuck, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”

“Would you let me cum?”

That evil laugh is back, prolonged in the most tantalizing of ways. “Yeah, but not just once. It’s gonna attack you back to back, until your legs go numb.”

You shudder, eyes rolling back. “What if your roommate tries to interrupt us?”

“I’m gonna fuck you harder to mark my territory.”

“Am I your territory?”

He snickers. “You know that pussy’s mine. All. Mine.”

All you can offer as a response is an array of mewls, your walls desperately tightening against the inanimate object inside you.

“God, you sound so sexy when you moan, you know that?” He grunts, and for a few seconds, no words are exchanged. The only thing you can hear is the rapid rustling of fabric, presumably around his hand movements, and the subtle hisses seeping from his lips.

“Are you naked?” he asks.

“Yeah…”

“Show me.”

You lower your phone to capture the sin you’re committing between your legs with a clear view of your bare body neck down, promptly sending the image to him.

And it’s obvious when he receives it because you hear that low, guttural growl you’re oh so familiar with. “You’re so hot.” His voice is strained. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum… are you close?”

“Yeah… I wish you could cum inside me.”

“I do too. Fuck, you look so gorgeous when your pussy’s swollen, dripping with my cum.”

His voice drops an octave, catalyzing the long overdue release that has been coiling inside you. His name rolls off your tongue in an unexpected increase in volume. The hypothetical fantasy momentarily becomes reality in your mind, simulations inducing tangible pleasure inundating you in waves that you didn’t know were possible in a setting like this; why on earth did you let the frustration marinate for this long?

“Fuck,” he curses.

“What?”

“...I made a mess.”

Your phone vibrates with a message from him - it’s a video... and you have the slightest inkling of what it is.

[ggukkiedae]

[vlive 210522] Seri’s Seritonin 🥝🐱

9pm kst

italics = english; seri answering questions!

the vlive starts with seri logging on and waving

she’s playing new rules in the background and staying quiet for the first two minutes

“moa! how are you all?”

she smiles and reads through the comments

she reads a few out loud and sees a few comments asking her to say i love you in different languages, to which she complies to

she turns off her music first and fixes herself in her chair

“bet you guys are wondering why i’m live today, huh? we’ll get to that in a bit. for now, let’s answer questions”

she looks through the comments carefully until she reads one out loud

Seriiiiiii! 5 Beomgyus or 5-year-old Beomgyu?

she laughs at this

“maybe a five year old bammie. he always makes a big deal of being older than me by a few months, so it would be good pay back”

she then pulls out her phone and scrolls through it before turning it towards the screen. it was a picture of beomgyu as a kid

“see this? he sent this to our groupchat the other day. tiny gyu is cute”

how are youuuuuu?

she claps her hands together and smiles at the live

“i’m doing great, thank you! i’ve been practicing harder, and i feel pretty good”

she scrolls through the comments again and takes a sip of her drink. she lightly mixes her drink around and places it back down

“you guys should try peach tea. it’s a godsend. oh, what’s this?”

shall we go on a date?

“you didn’t turn up at our last date”

she pouted a little and laughed

“i waited at the rooftop for a while, but you didn’t show up! but i guess we can go again because you’re moa”

she shifts a little and shakes her head amusedly at her own words

“do i sound like gyu?”

Hi Seri! I have a couple questions 😊 What has been your favorite era music wise and style wise? What hair style/color do you want to try? What's your current favorite song? What are you looking forward to most?

her eyes widened a little before she looks up trying to come up with answers to the series of questions

“oh, wow, i guess you could say i really liked our songs from the minisode album, but my favorite title track is run away for sure. actually, i take that back. i like the songs on dream chapter magic the most! in terms of style... dream chapter magic as well! i really like new rules’ styling especially”

a small smile makes its way to her face as she’s about to answer the last question from that comment

“right now, i’m really looking forward to our new album, and i hope you’ll like it as well! so far, the tracks are amazing!”

any plans for a comeback with the royals?

“i don’t know” she laughs and looks off camera “what do you think?”

yoonmi’s giggle can be heard while seri just laughed

“you exposed me! anyway, we’ll see when the three of us get an opportunity again” “you guys heard yoonmi”

seri takes the live and points it to the side, revealing the magenta-haired girl peacefully sitting in the dance studio near her while working on something on her laptop

“yoonmi is working on school stuff even if she just released a song yesterday” “responsibilities”

Seri baby are you aware that Seri sounds like berry? Therefore you are now berry Seri or Seri Berry 🤔

“oh, that’s cute! seri berry... i love it! i’m a berry now! i can replace strawberries, i don’t like strawberries”

she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the red berries as the sound of a chair moving came up. seri looked off camera and waved to, supposedly, yoonmi

“yoonmi has a meeting right now, so she’s off. anyway, back to our live”

Hiya Seri how are you liking the new building? What do you think has changed the most about you since you became an idol? And out of the members who do you think has changed most since you debuted?

“the new building is actually the best thing ever, i swear! there’s a lot of space, and the facilities are all high quality! honestly, i’m the only txt member who doesn’t get lost, so it’s pretty funny when the others have to ask for my help to walk around”

she then pressed her lips into a tight line while thinking about her next answer

“since becoming an idol... i think i became more confident. the others tell me this a lot. they say every comeback my stage presence gets better, and i look more comfortable? i also became a better dancer for sure. not the best yet, but i’m working on it. also maybe kai? first of all, he’s gotten way taller now. second, he’s been more mature. yes, he’s still our baby, but he handles things a lot more maturely now. sometimes he acts like he’s older than me as well”

hi bestieeeeeee! what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an idol?

“hey, bestie! musical theatre for sure!”

seri immediately perked up at this. she jumped back in her seat a little with the biggest grin while remembering her experiences

“i loved it back in school! honestly, my parents were pretty supportive about my involvement in theatre and my little brother kinda brags to his friends that his sister goes on stages to perform. it’s kinda cute”

would you consider acting? or maybe starring in a musical?

“oh for sure if i were given the chance!”

you dance amazingly! your artist of the month video with studio choom was absolutely perfect!!!!

“oh my god”

she covered her face and groaned before pulling out her phone and looking for the video on youtube. before pressing play, she looked back to the camera

“thank you, but i’m a little embarrassed about this. i wore red lipstick on stage for the first time after debut, and i showed a side of me that’s pretty different…”

she pressed play and watched the video, cringing at herself. it took a whole 20 seconds before she gave up and hid her phone behind her

“nope. nevermind, i can’t watch that. thank you, i’m glad you enjoyed it”

thoughts on the people you’re being shipped with? 👀

she burst into laughter upon reading this

“ah, yes. shipping. i see you guys on stan twitter with your little edits and headcanons and aus! honestly, it’s amusing. apparently most of you ship me with gyu and seungmin? and a few other people, too?”

she was quiet for a while like thinking about who moas shipped her with. she shook her head with and began talking again

“gyu... well, bammie’s my best friend, and i love him a lot. it’s been us from the very beginning, so i like to think we’ll be as close as ever until the end”

“seungmin is the bane of my existence”

she laughed at this before waving her hand

“kidding! he’s actually really nice, and i love hanging out with him, it just so happens our friendship is based on bickering. we do support each other though. seungmin, if you see this, you did well on love poem”

she then lit up as if just remembering something

“some of you guys ship me with chaeryoung! interesting considering you all see me as ryujin’s sibling, but please, i’m not worthy of the queen herself. i love chae with all my heart honestly she’s such a sweet child”

her phone buzzed and she glanced at it a little bit before turning back to the live

“perfect timing because hyunsuk just messaged me and some special ship mentions are hyunsuk and jeno oppa. i think it’s because i hang out with hyunsuk’s little siblings a lot. but jeno oppa? we just met earlier this year, it’s a little funny how apparently a lot of people ship us when we haven’t really shown our friendship much”

she typed something one her phone before chuckling and shutting it off once again. she looked through the comments until she found the topic she was looking for

What’s up with you and Dino? 👀👀👀

“ah, this. this brings me to the reason i went live. recently, you guys have seen me and dino oppa hanging out, right? well, we’re not dating. i wanted it to be a surprise, but he’s helping me with something for my birthday, and i agreed to do something with him for their youtube as well”

her phone rang, and she laughed before picking it up and putting it on speaker

“hello? you’re on speaker” “seri-yah! how dare you deny our relationship?” “oh? you’re watching?” “look up, stupid. i’m standing by the door”

she looked off camera and laughed

“yah! oppa, what are you doing here?” “miya told me you were gonna talk about the scandal, so i thought why not come early?”

dino appears next to seri in a mask and a hat. he nudged seri over to the side so they could both be centered on screen, making her raise her eyebrow at him

“meet my new dance partner” dino points towards seri whose eyes widen as soon as he said that

“they don’t know yet!” “you said we were working on two things together!” “but they didn’t know one of them is dance!” “might as well tell them so we can clear up this rumor before i get attacked by moas”

she sighed at him

“i’d get attacked by carats. anyway, fine. dino oppa’s helping me with a song, and he’s making me dance with him for a video. you can look forward to this in july”

dino adjusted his hat and leaned forward a little

“no need to panic, we’re not in a romantic relationship. she’s too tall for me”

“... you’re literally taller than me though?” “not by that much. if you wear heels, we’d be the same height, and i don’t think i’m up for that”

she playfully rolled her eyes

“looks like i’ve discussed what needed to be cleared up now. i’m single. single.” “yes, they get the point” “oh, would you just go already?”

she was pretending to push him away while he laughed at her failed attempts. he moved off camera but stays in the room

“no way, we’ve got to work the choreography out today”

“this is gonna be a while,” she muttered before smiling at the live once again “well, time for me to go. i’ve got a lot of work to do to be on par with a member of seventeen’s performance team”

dino’s groaning could be heard from the side

“this again?”

she laughed

“bye moa! hopefully that cleared things up, and hopefully you enjoyed this little tmi session”

-end-

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Well I haven’t watched sp all the way through for about a decade now, so I thought it was time

Sometimes I wonder how accurate the fandom is when it comes to how we interpret the characters. Like, why is Stan a football star so often in fanfic and why’s Kyle always the smart one? So I thought I’d rewatch the show and make notes along the way to see where the source of all these interpretations is. I also wanted to see if I could get some fun info to analyze, but season 1 is pretty sparse in that regard so there’s not too much of that in this post, but I’ll make a post for all the other seasons too as I watch them

In summary, it’s established in season 1 already that Stan’s a star quarterback and an animal lover, Kyle’s an A+ student, and Kenny is poor and knows a lot about sex and doesn’t have many qualms about doing crazy shit. Cartman is a bit weird since he’s mostly just a naive brat in this season, but he and Kyle have a mildly antagonistic friendship already

I have all my notes under this cut. They include a bunch of small details and other observations. I also listed every Kenny death just because

Ike has freckles

Cartman says “Weak!” and “You guys” and “Seriously” a lot from the start, also “Kickass!” He doesn’t say weak or kickass much in the later seasons iirc

Stan says “Dude, this is pretty fucked up right here” three times in this season but they dropped that catchphrase pretty quickly

Bebe got named in episode 2

Stan’s been an animal lover since s01e03 Volcano since he won’t shoot a bunny or anything else. He does shoot Scuzzlebutt at the end though

Cartman’s a pathological liar but in a childish way

Randy got named in s01e03 Volcano (and it only got worse from there)

The mayor went to Princeton

South Park is next to Mt. Evanson

Kenny will literally drink gasoline

Stan’s a star quarterback in 3rd grade

Clyde’s voice is wrong as hell in S01E04 Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Boat Ride and he has a dog, Rex

Garrison says Kyle is an A+ kid

Shelly seriously abuses Stan, punching him, throwing him, maiming him with a lawnmower

Cartman had a pot-bellied pig called Fluffy

Cartman’s mom smokes crack and has sex with strange men

Dr. Mephesto is probably a Buddhist since he says “Thank Buddha” instead of “Thank God”

Clyde’s voice gets kind of fixed in S01E06

A guy called Mr. McCormick is killed in a protest, launched and splattered against a network building. He doesn’t look like Kenny’s dad though

Zombie Clyde attacks Bebe, rude

Wendy gave her costume contest prize (2 tons of candy) to hungry children in Nairobi

Cartman’s mom is on the cover of Crack Whore magazine. “Back do’ ho… Five on one action!” is the headline

Cartman genuinely cries at Kenny’s grave after the whole zombie thing but gets over it because of candy

Stan knows his mom’s credit card number and has no problem using it to adopt an Ethiopian child (the boys wanted a watch that came with the adoption, they weren’t doing it to be nice)

Cartman calls Stan a vas deference, Stan doesn’t know what that is so Kenny says “Dude, it’s a pipe for your peepee” (according to a transcript). Kenny sure knows male anatomy

Kyle sniffs Kenny after Cartman asks why poor people smell like sour milk and Garrison says “idk eric they just do”

Cartman thinks poor people should die and decrease the surplus population

When the boys get Starvin’ Marvin delivered to them, Cartman says “Hey mom, we found an Ethiopian, can we keep him?” and his mom says “Sure, hun.” She rarely says no to Cartman

Kenny’s dad is an alcoholic who drinks scotch according to Cartman. I mean, Mr. McCormick is seen drinking in multiple episodes and has a hat that says SCOTCH so it’s probably true

Kenny’s family says grace

Craig’s first appearance is S01E09. Also, S01E09 is the first time Kenny doesn’t die (Coincidence? I THINK yeah but it’s still fun)

Clyde got named in S01E10

Clyde and Bebe both spit on Pip’s face, friendship goals <3

Cartman and Kyle have their first fight at Cartman’s birthday party because Kyle didn’t give the right gift. Cartman slaps his face and  screams “I hate you! I want you to die! Die!” while on top of Kyle who’s not really fighting back

Satan throws a fight with Jesus after everyone except Satan bet that Jesus would lose, which leads to Satan winning everyone’s money. Mr. Garrison says “What a mean thing to do!” and Jimbo says “He is a jerk!” and I thought it was quite a laugh so I wrote it down

In S01E11 Tom’s Rhinoplasty Bebe and Wendy are sitting in the swings together and generally appear together throughout the episode, then Bebe gives Wendy a makeover so they’re bffs obviously <3

Craig first appears in the classroom, though not sitting down, in S01E11

Wendy’s not happy about Ms. Ellen taking Stan away from her, she says “Don’t fuck with me! Stay away from my man, bitch, or I’ll whoop your sorry ho ass back to last year!”

Kenny gives Ms. Ellen a scrumptious looking sausage as a valentine’s gift and giggles deviously. Wendy’s gift to Ms. Ellen is a dead animal

Even Kenny doesn’t know what a lesbian is

Wendy’s grandma died in S01E11

Wendy gets Ms. Ellen killed by hiring the Iraqi government (?) to put her in a rocket and shoot it into the sun, then she and Bebe have a pool party (very cool, they wear sunglasses 😎) and watch the rocket hit the sun

Cartman and Pip play a game of kicking each other in the nuts until someone falls. Cartman calls it “Roshambo”

Kenny has a sack of marbles

The boys aren’t fans of Barbra Streisand, but Stan is a fan of the Denver Broncos quarterback John Elway (he’s not a quarterback anymore, he’s an American football executive and the president of football operations for the Denver Broncos of the NFL according to wikipedia.)

Officer Barbrady is a fan of Fiona Apple (who was 20 at the time and had only one album released called Tidal)

Ned knows how to pilot a helicopter

Kyle’s mom is a fan of Streisand unlike literally everyone else, she even gets an autograph from Mecha Streisand

The boys are fans of Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure. Stan says “Robert Smith is the greatest person that ever lived!” and Kyle says “Disintegration is the best album ever!” and Cartman says “Robert Smith kicks ass!” and Kenny’s dead so he doesn’t get to have an opinion

Cartman has tea parties with his toys: Polly Prissypants, Clyde frog, Peter Panda, and a dragon called Rumpertumskin

Kyle wants to make fun of Cartman for the tea party but Stan stops him because he’s concerned that Cartman needs help

Craig is in front of the school counselor’s office in S01E13

A young miss Cartman drinks like a motherfucker at the 12th annual drunken barn dance where Cartman was supposedly conceived

Stan lets Cartman borrow his bike like a good friend

Garrison wanted to have a threesome with Chef and Cartman’s mom. I don’t know why I’m making a note of this but uh… yeah.

Cartman’s mom has had sex with everyone at this bar that Garrison’s drinking at, including principle Victoria, the mayor, Father Maxi, and Jesus (and maybe Kenny’s dad since he’s at the bar but the camera doesn’t pan to him when Garrison says they’ve all slept with Liane). Later Gerald Broflovski is a possible father to Eric, so he fucked her too. Also Mr. Mephesto and his friend Kevin, that little guy, are candidates along with a lot of other people, including the 1989 Denver Broncos (and Mr. Tenorman is included in that later)

Cartman doesn’t make fun of Kyle for being Jewish much at all in this season even though the Christmas episode is all about Kyle not celebrating

Clyde and Token appear very early on and Clyde has always been in the classroom (along with Bebe, Red, Kevin Stoley, Wendy, and Pip and uhh DogPoo too I think). Craig appears later in the season and Tweek’s not in season 1 at all, so Craig’s gang isn’t really a thing yet

And here’s a list of the ways Kenny died in this season. He dies in every episode except episode 9, and he dies twice in episodes 2 and 3. Altogether he dies 14 times

S01E01 Killed after alien shoots him, cows stampede over him, then cop runs him over which finally actually kills him

S01E02 Killed in a play by a falling teepee, then a second time shot by Garrison which sends him in the air and he gets impaled on a flagpole on the way down

S01E03 Killed by a volcano rock that burns him then rolls on him but he’s alive again in the end but gets shot by Ned’s gun that he drops and it accidentally goes off

S01E04 Gets his arms and head torn off in an American football game

S01E05 Stan’s clone punches Kenny into a microwave where he gets cooked alive

S01E06 Death touches Kenny

S01E07 Kenny gets crushed by a Russian space station and turns into a zombie because he gets Worcestershire sauce in his veins, then Kyle chainsaws zombie Kenny in half, then zombie Kenny rises from his grave and is crushed by a statue and a plane

S01E08 Kenny is killed by a bunch of turkeys. His eye gets plucked out. It’s dark blue

S01E10 After Kenny gets turned into a duck-billed platypus, Jimbo and Ned shoot him

S01E11 Ms. Ellen throws a sword through Kenny’s face

S01E12 While Mecha Streisand and a giant robot Leonard Maltin fight, Kenny plays with a tetherball and gets the rope wrapped around his neck and it strangles him

S01E13 Kenny gets stuck on a go kart and it drags him around but stops and he’s still alive! Too bad the go kart stops on train tracks and a train runs him over. Stan’s grandpa sends a video of the event to America’s Stupidest Home Videos and wins $10,000

If you read all that, first of all hello. I’m not new to the fandom even though this is the first thing I’ve posted on this tumblr blog. I’ve been writing a fanfic called Caffetamine though so I’m not a complete non-entity. Anyway, I’ll watch season 2 soon and post my notes on that too probably.

[kiirokero]

Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: College AU, F2L, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 1,956

Summary: You and your brother Jimin are 2 peas in a pod. You’ve been with each other through thick and thin, but what do you do when you fall for one of his best friends, Kim Taehyung?

Warnings: Mentions of abusive parents but it’s like... one alluding sentence.

Note: Look Ma, I’m trying

     The scent of the stew you were cooking on the stove for breakfast wafted through the air, calming in an odd, homely way. Your brother, Jimin, walked out of his room, the remnants of sleep still evident as he bumped into furniture and rubbing his eyes. "Careful, don't hurt yourself." You chuckled, turning your attention back to breakfast.

     Jimin grumbled, stumbling over to the kitchen. "You're making breakfast?" He asked, peeking over your shoulder. "Yeah, you stayed up all night studying, figured you would need the energy." I shrugged, turning off the burner, allowing the stew to cool. "Speaking of," You continued, "Have you decided what you wanted to do for your graduation celebration?" Jimin was quiet for a minute before he sighed, "I'll probably have Tae and Kook over for a mini party. I mean, it's just college."

     You gasped, whipping around to glare at your older brother. "It's not 'Just college'." You countered, "You've been working so hard to get this music degree, you deserve something special." You poked his chest and started making bowls of stew for the both of you. "Y/n, we're both broke college students," He chuckled, following close behind you as you went to sit at the coffee table, the usual breakfast place.

    You and Jimin shared a small apartment about 20 minutes from the college the two of you went to. 2 bedrooms, 1 bath, and an open kitchen-living room plan. You could have a conversation with one another from anywhere in the house. But both of you were extremely proud of it. Living with your parents wasn't the healthiest, it took a toll on your mental health, Jimin's too, but you always had each other.

     So when you two got scholarships for the same college, Jimin for music, you for foreign languages, it was like a dream. That didn't mean the two of you were breezing by, but together, you managed. Jimin was a performer at a local restaurant and you had odd jobs. You would make money being a tutor, working at the local cafe, and, now and then, being a teacher assistant for foreign exchange students. Together, you saved enough money to rent your shared apartment and just live. You guys weren't sailing by, but you always had enough.

     "Just hush and eat," You dug into your own bowl, humming when the savory taste hit your mouth. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Tae and Kook are coming over today." Jimin casually informed you, like he hadn't just dropped the biggest bomb. You choked on your stew and Jimin frantically handed you his glass of water. After almost dying, you took a deep breath and laid your head on the table. "You couldn't have told me sooner?" You grumbled.

     "Why? The apartment's clean." He shrugged, continuing to eat. It wasn't that, far from it. The apartment was always clean. It was the fact that the man you were crushing on was suddenly coming over. Tae. Taehyung. Kim Taehyung was coming over and your idiot brother didn't tell you until now. "When will they be here?" And as if that were a cue for the universe, there was a knock at the door. "Now!" Jimin cheered, smiling as he answered the door.

     The familiar voices of Taehyung and Jungkook filled your tiny apartment. Quickly, you tried to sneak down the hall to your bedroom, "Hey Y/n!" but that plan was halted when Taehyung's deep voice calls out to you. Taking a deep breath, you turned around to face him. The wind was knocked out of you when you laid your eyes on him.

     He was dressed casually, black beanie, white jumper, and jeans. You felt your knees grown weak, but you held yourself up for the sake of your dignity. "Hey guys, how are you?" You smiled, trying not to give away your obvious nervousness. "We're good!" Jungkook chimed in, walking over to give you a quick hug, Taehyung not far behind. You got a whiff of his cologne, it was earthy, it reminded you of a forest after rainfall.

    "Y/n! You wanna join us? We're just going to play video games." Jimin gave you a hopeful smile. He always wanted you to tag along, you being his best friend since forever. The other boys didn't mind either, always getting sad whenever you were too busy studying to hang out with them. You chuckled softly, "Sorry Chim, I uh... Have a video call with Namjoon." You lied, knowing that if you spent another second next to Taehyung, you would probably pass out.

     Jimin pouted, his blonde hair was thrown back as he whined, "Do you have to?" Taehyung said, sporting a pout as well. He was testing your willpower, but you stayed the same. "Y-yeah, maybe next time." You scrambled away to your bedroom, shutting the door and flopping on your bed with a groan. Why were you so awkward?

     It felt like minutes passed as you sat on your bed, but in reality, it was a couple hours, lunchtime. You only knew this because Jimin came barging into your room asking if you wanted a burger from the local diner. Of course you agreed. "Alright, we'll be back soon." He gave you a salute and you laughed, waving him goodbye. You heard the ruckus of the boys putting their shoes on and the front door closing, indicating that you were alone. Or so you thought.

     That notion was quickly proven false when a certain Taehyung peaked his head through your door. He gave you that adorable boxy smile of his and you couldn't help but smile back. "Can I come in?" He asked, you nodded your head and he sat on the edge of your bed.

"I thought you went to the diner?"

"I didn't feel like going." Taehyung shrugged.

"Are you tired?" You asked.

"Not really, I just... wanted to hang out with you for a bit."

     You felt butterflies in your stomach bloom when he said that; you wanted to turn and hide your face but you resisted the urge. "W-why me? Jimin and Kook are your best friends." You stuttered, looking at his sculpted side profile. He turned to you, catching you off guard when he looked right into your eyes. His earthy ones bore into your soul, and you didn't have the willpower to look away.

     "You mean more to me than you think." He turned away, flopping down on the bed right next to you. "So, how was your chat with Namjoon?" He asked as if you weren't internally having a meltdown. "What?" You realized your mistake as soon as the words left your mouth, "I-I mean it was fine. It was good." You coughed, embarrassed. Taehyung broke out in giggles as he rolled on his side to look at you.

     "I know you didn't have a call with Namjoon," He said in a low voice, he started moving closer while you moved back, eventually hitting the headboard. He kept getting closer until he was right in front of you, at level with your stomach with both his arms on either side of your legs. "Why are you avoiding me?" He whispered to you. "I don't know what you're talking about." You whispered back, Taehyung chuckled. "I see the way you look at me, you know."

     "What do you mean?" You looked away, pretending that whatever was happening outside was more exciting than your crush who was practically in your lap. Suddenly you felt a hand grab your chin and you were slowly turning back to Taehyung. "You look at me like I'm the only man on Earth." His eyes looked longing, a hint of admiration in them. "Am I right?" He continued.

     You didn't know what to say, so you just avoided the question. "You're my brother's best friend." You grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from his face. "So?" He countered, taking your hand in his. "W-what will he think?" You mumbled, turning away from his amber hues. "Are you saying that you do feel this?" He squeezed your hand, moving his head to be in your line of sight but you kept looking away.

     "I-I don't know." You whispered. "I think you do." Taehyung sat up, resting on his knees as he grabbed your face to make you look at him. "I think you know but you're scared of what Jimin will think." And you were. How were you supposed to tell him you have the fattest crush on one of his best friends? What if Jimin drops him? What will happen then? What happens if this doesn't work out and you get your heart broken?

     Taehyung brought your face closer to his, bringing you out of your thoughts, "Aren't you?" He whispered, so quietly that if the deafening silence wasn't engulfing the both of you, you wouldn't be able to hear him. Defeated, you nodded your head, confirming his suspicions. "Don't be, it could be our secret for the time being." He continued. If your brain made a noise, it would be the Windows error sound. Your nerves were shot and your mind was going haywire. You felt your palms get clammy and your breathing pick up. Taehyung was still staring into your soul, his look intense but holding a fondness in them.

     "T-Tae, you know Jimin means a lot to me..." You sighed, the thought of keeping secrets from him was saddening, the possibility that he wouldn't approve of Tae and you saddened you even more. "Then we'll tell him. Just... kiss me." He begged, using his thumb to caress your cheekbone. One kiss couldn't hurt. So you nodded, ignoring the web of emotions that was currently restraining you from what you really wanted, Taehyung.

     Slowly, Taehyung leaned in, stopping right before your lips touched. His earthy cologne filled your nose and your heart fluttered when his warm breath hit your face. His lips met yours softly as if you were prized china, precious and fragile. Your mind calmed from all the doubts that were swirling through it, all you could think about was Taehyung plump lips, a little chapped, but soft.

     You were inexperienced, but Taehyung was more than happy to take the lead. His hands releasing your face and moving their ways down your arms, grabbing your hand with one and pulling you closer by the waist with the other. Fire seemed to burn in your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting to feel more of the warmth that radiated off of his body. His brunette curls brushed against your face. In any other situation it would've made you giggle, but now it only made your heart skip a beat.

     He gripped your waist tighter and he kissed you harder, more desperate, but he was holding back, not wanting to go too far. His other hand squeezed yours, his thumb caressing over your knuckles. The two of you only pulled apart when your lungs screamed for oxygen. He rested his forehead on yours, his curls like a curtain pulled back to see his sculpted face. His lips were swollen and glistening, and yours were too.

     He didn't say anything as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, head resting on top of yours. The rhythmic sound of his breathing calmed your pounding heart. You couldn't stop your wandering hands from resting on his waist. "Can we... try?" Taehyung spoke, still breathless, "We can tell Jimin if that's what you want, I just want you..." You couldn't help the smile that crept up on you, the happiness you felt quickly drowning out the doubts that whispered in your ears. "Yeah, I'd like to try."

[etherealvibespls]

till the stars fall out of the sky

Hi. It's been almost two years but I hope you enjoy this short + messy krii7y piece :)

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The thing about it being the end of the world is how little time there is to prepare. No matter how many people seem ready with their canned foods and underground bunkers, or even the discarded pamphlets scattered throughout the streets filled with government advice as if, maybe, those in power had an idea of what was to come, no one is actually prepared for what they’re faced with; the end of everything.

And it’s terrifying.

Smitty had so many plans. A few weeks ago those plans held some dread, had his heart skipping at just the mere idea of change, and yet now his heart only aches.

In front of him the website mocks him. The screen is dim to preserve the little battery he has left in his laptop, but the floor plan of the apartment is still too bright, painting a pointless fantasy for his eyes to gaze longingly at.

He should have moved by now, but his fear kept him back. Rooted him in what he’s familiar with.

Now it’s too late.

A quiet ding snaps him out of his haze and the second his eyes settle on the notification the knot in his chest loosens, smoothed out by the person miles and miles away.

John (10:02): so it turns out the world really is ending

Smitty snorts. To his embarrassment, there’s already a smile stretching across his face.

Smitty (10:03): you’re just now realizing?

John (10:03): i mean can you blame me? how was i supposed to know all those youtube videos were real? but today i actually left the house for the first time in like, two weeks and it looks like i’m in hell

John (10:04): at first i thought i was dead because what the fuck, right? the sky is fucking red, but then i saw someone walking their dog as if it were normal so now i’m assuming this is what everyone’s been talking about

Smitty (10:04): have i ever told you i hate you

John (10:05): uh hello? what the fuck

Smitty (10:05): i’ve been stressed out of my fucking mind and you’ve been clueless this entire time?? go fuck yourself john. like actually take that dildo you thought i forgot about and fuck. off.

John (10:06): HELLO ? you said you’d never bring that up

Smitty (10:07): the world is ending dickhead. i’m allowed to embarrass you one last time

Smitty bites at the inside of his cheek, suppressing the urge to laugh as he waits for his friend’s response. It takes longer for John to reply this time but he’s probably writing a paragraph that makes absolutely no sense and only serves to insult Smitty whichever way he can.

After a quiet minute, John finally responds.

John (10:08): don’t say that

Smitty blinks, not expecting such a short reply.

Smitty (10:08): don’t say what?

Half of him is still expecting this to lead into a snarky remark and he prepares for John’s little ha-ha, got you, but by John’s next message, it’s clear he’s no longer joking.

In an instant, the mood has not only shifted into something serious, but into pure heartbreak as well.

John (10:09): “one last time”

John (10:09): it makes it sound like you’ve already lost hope

Smitty (10:09): john…there’s nothing left for us. they’ve done all they can but there’s no fixing something so completely destroyed, and at some point you just have to accept that it’s over

John (10:10): this isn’t the end

A pause.

John (10:10): i still haven’t met you yet

Smitty releases a long, shaky breath. He’s tried so hard to not think of the mistake he made those weeks ago, yet it seems like there’s always something to remind him of it.

It’s possible John isn’t even mentioning it now, but Smitty is so consumed by guilt that his mind wanders there regardless. The end of the world hanging over everyone’s head has only made it worse, dug it up again and shoved it into his every waking thought, constantly reminding him of what could’ve been.

Mocking the opportunity he ruined.

Smitty (10:12): i’m sorry. i should be there.

John (10:12): you don’t have to keep apologizing, smit. you had your reasons

Smitty shakes his head in disbelief at the message, biting down hard on his lip the moment his eyes begin to burn, blinking back unshed tears.

He hates how nice John is. How even as they face down their last days on earth there isn’t a part of him that’s angry, or at the very least, disappointed.

Smitty (10:13): my reasons were selfish and stupid and it’s because of them that we have to message each other as the world literally crumbles around us

John (10:14): being alone does suck, and it would’ve been nice to have some company, but i still don’t blame you

It probably isn’t supposed to come across as tragic as it does, but Smitty’s shoulders sag with grief anyway.

Briefly his eyes flick over to the corner of his laptop, locking onto the battery life. His heart twists painfully, constricting tight as it flashes, down to its remaining minutes of life.

John (10:16): you know...i still look at it sometimes

John (10:16): it probably sounds so lame but sometimes i imagine how it would’ve been. i’m not a morning person but i think you could’ve made me one, and you hate staying up late but i think i could’ve shown you why sometimes i never fall asleep

John (10:17): i even imagine how it would’ve been decorated. like, from the pictures you’ve sent me of your place it looks so plain and i think about all the trips we’d have to go on before we could agree on some simple shit just for the living room. but i wouldn’t want you to feel bad about your taste or anything so i’d probably let you pick out a bunch of things anyway

Smitty presses his face into his shoulder for just a moment, overcome by so many emotions. A part of him can guess where this is going and his chest nearly caves in at the thought, knows why it’s happening now, of all times.

Smitty (10:19): ... i look at it everyday, imagining the same

Smitty (10:19): i was looking at it before you messaged earlier...can you believe it’s still available? how has no one else wanted it?

John (10:20): because it was always meant to be ours

Ours.

His gaze drifts back to the floor plan still on the screen, and not for the last time, he yearns. He thinks even after everything is said and done, his longing will ripple through the endless void of space.

Thinks heartache as great as his can never die, instead linger like a mournful ghost that will haunt even the brightest stars.

Smitty (10:21): i’m sorry i ruined it

John (10:22): i’m sorry i didn’t try harder

Smitty (10:22): john, none of this is your fault. it was my idea and i couldn’t even go through with it

Smitty (10:23): we had so many plans and i shattered them all because i was too scared to leave

John (10:24): but i wanted it more than i ever admitted, and instead of fighting to get you here i didn’t say anything

Smitty (10:24): i wanted this to happen more than you think, believe me. but we know how my thoughts can get, so i don’t think there was anything you could’ve said that would’ve change my mind

John (10:25): what about i love you?

Smitty startles, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t expect this. His stomach still does a silly little swoop, the butterflies that are always present when he talks with John suddenly coming to life, fluttering rapidly.

Smitty (10:25): john?

John (10:26): if the world is going to end no matter what, then fuck it right? i’ve been keeping my mouth shut for over two years and even if now is probably the worst time because i can’t see your face and my laptop is about to die, i can’t go out without telling you i’ve been in love with you for half the time i’ve known you

John (10:27): and the time before that i really, really, really liked you

Smitty chokes on his tears, stopped caring about holding them back the second he saw i love you.

Smitty (10:27): me too

Smitty (10:27): i think i’ve been in love with you since you first messaged me that stupid one-liner about artists

John (10:28): oh god, i forgot that was the first thing i sent you

John (10:28): in my defense i was extremely bored and your page was filled with memes, i thought you would’ve enjoyed it

Smitty (10:29): i fucking loved it

John (10:30): i regretted it the moment you sent me a pic of yourself for the first time, though

Smitty (10:30): what? why?

John (10:31): because you were prettiest person i’d ever seen and i hated that the first message i sent you was about dicks

Smitty laughs, the sound croaky and awful and usually he’d be embarrassed about the noise but he sits alone in his living room, completely consumed by the messages and the guy sending them.

Smitty (10:32): who would’ve known that would be the way into my heart

John (10:32): after about a week of talking to you i knew

John (10:33): i think that’s when i started falling in love

Smitty (10:33) god, i hate that we’re saying this now. i wish both of us said something sooner

John (10:34): yeah...it would’ve been nice to finally hold you, but i’m happy you finally know

John (10:34): and no matter what happens from now till...the end, i want you to know i love you

John (10:35): i always have, and i always will

i love you-

The screen flickers once before it fades to black, the battery completely drained. Smitty’s fingers hover over the keyboard, his pinky so close to hitting ‘enter’.

It takes longer than it should to register in his brain, and for a few minutes Smitty sits and stares at the screen. He blinks rapidly through his tears, can still see i love you every time he blinks but his heart beats wildly, aware of the inky darkness surrounding him and the deafening silence, no longer interrupted by the quiet dings of messages.

Like a dam finally unleashed, his tears fall at once and a sob racks through his body, forcefully pushed out of his quivering mouth. With his legs curled to his chest and his face buried in his bony knees, he cries out in anguish, fingers clutching his sweatpants like a lifeline.

He doesn’t move, stays curled in the corner of his couch long enough to see the last bits of sunrise fall over his furniture, and stays even longer to hear the shouts of panic outside his front door, aware but uncaring, of everything ending around him.

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Based off the prompt: “So the sky is still raining fire and meteors, and my laptop is running low on battery, but I wanted to say that I like you, a lot. Even though we haven’t ever talked in real life, if this is the end of the world then I’m really happy that I got to meet you.”

[mascwhump]

Chapter 20 - Madness

Angsty angst is angsty.

TW: victim blaming

Tag list: @whatwasmyprevioususername @milk-carton-whump @whumpasaurus101 @whatwhumpcomments @mnmlover2002 @ashintheairlikesnow

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Ethan knocked on the door gently. Charlie hadn't managed to fall asleep, and watched Sasha sleep instead. He told Ethan to come in.

"I just want to check you out," Ethan said.

"I figured," Charlie replied. He gently moved Sasha off of him and sat up. Ethan set his bag on the ground and pulled out a tiny flashlight. First, he checked Charlie's pupils, then the rest of his vitals. He cleaned and covered what wounds needed it, then gave Charlie two ibuprofen.

"I'm worried about this thing on your neck. It looks really tight. Do you know how to take it off?" He asked.

"He used an app on his phone," Charlie said after swallowing the pills.

"Shit. They left his phone there so we wouldn't be tracked. I'd say we could try some bolt cutters, but they wouldn't fit. Let's see if they have any ideas."

Charlie followed Ethan out of his room. Deke was passed out on the couch, and Adrian was on his phone at the dining table.

"Hey, any idea how we could get this thing off of his neck?" Ethan asked.

"Angle grinder?" Adrian suggested.

"Hell no," Charlie said, "you're not putting an angle grinder anywhere near my neck."

"Well, do you have any other ideas?"

"I can just deal with it for now."

Crow slammed through the back door, and it startled Deke enough to make him fall off the couch.

"Command won't talk to me. I don't understand what's going on," Crow said.

"Seriously? Do they not care that we have this psychopath?" Adrian asked.

"Apparently not. It's like we don't even exist. I don't know what the fuck to do," Crow sighed, taking at seat at the table.

"We can't just keep him in the basement," Ethan said.

"No shite. What do we do, then? Kill him?" Adrian asked.

"Wish we could," Crow mumbled.

Charlie sat next to Deke, who was just recovering from his rude awakening.

“We could just make use of him while he’s here. Get some intel. Maybe that’ll make command like us again,” Deke suggested.

“Might as well,” Crow said.

He and Adrian stood, and Charlie felt a knot in his stomach. Something about the sudden change in energy startled him. He followed them into the basement, where Mallory was sitting, handcuffed to a pipe.

“Ah, you’ve returned with my darling Charlie. How are you, love?” he said. Crow kicked him in the shin, and he grimaced.

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk to him,” Crow growled.

“Right. What do you want?” He asked, that all too familiar smirk on his lips.

Ethan had trailed them into the basement, and startled everyone when he spoke.

“How do we get this thing off of his neck?” He asked from the stairs. Mallory began to laugh.

“You mean his collar? You don’t. Not without the app, at least.”

“Then what’s the app called?” Adrian questioned.

“You have to get it from the dark web. I don’t know the link.”

“Of course you don’t,” Crow sighed.

Deke was now behind Ethan on the stairs. The entire house, except for Sasha, was now in the basement. Charlie leaned against the back wall and watched Crow and Adrian frustratedly try to figure out what to do.

“What’s the problem? General Baker not talking to ya?” Mallory teased.

“How the hell do you know her name?” Adrian questioned.

“It’s a secret.”

Crow backhanded him. He just laughed.

“Good one. Do it again,” Mallory said.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Adrian yelled.

“Lots of things, I’ve been told. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you all fuck off back upstairs? Except Charlie, of course.”

Crow picked up a knife from a nearby table, and held it to his throat.

“Do it,” Mallory dared, “You won’t.”

Crow pressed it harder, before throwing it across the room, almost hitting Ethan on the bottom of the steps.

“Weak,” Mallory said.

“Shut up!” Adrian yelled as he smacked him.

Deke and Ethan retreated to the safety of upstairs, not wishing for more knives to be flung in their direction.

“How do you know General Baker’s name?” Charlie asked.

“Guess telling you the truth wouldn’t hurt. The question is, will you believe me?”

“Talk,” Crow said.

“Your governments are my partners. They only sent you in to cover their own asses,” Mallory said.

“Bullshit,” Charlie said.

“Why am I telling you this if you’re not going to believe me?”

“Charlie, stop. Continue,” Crow said.

“It’s why you were caught in the first place. I knew you were coming. I had a warning. They were sending you in just in case I did something to expose them, that way it looked like they were trying to stop me. I was supposed to kill you, you know. In fact, by now, I’d guess that they’re sending someone to put a bullet in the back of your heads only to rule your deaths a suicide. You’re disposable to them.”

The room was silent. Crow rubbed his face and took a deep breath, sighing it out.

“Don’t believe you,” he said.

“That’s fine. It’s not my life that’s possibly in danger,” Mallory replied.

“Don’t be too sure about that,” Crow hissed.

He motioned for Charlie and Adrian to follow him up the stairs. He slammed the door shut.

“Do you think what he said holds some weight?” Adrian asked.

“I don’t know. If they are involved with him, it would explain where his funding comes from. I don’t think his dad’s money alone could fund that operation,” Charlie said.

“We can’t entertain the idea,” Crow spoke.

The conversation stopped there, and everyone split off in their separate ways. Charlie went into his room and fed Sasha, before collapsing on his bed to wait for dinner.

/

The rest of the night was uneventful. Dinner was fairly normal, but tense as Crow banned any talk of the current situation. Charlie went to bed after washing the dishes.

Later, Charlie woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. He went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and noticed a half empty bottle of gin on the counter. Then, he saw that the basement door was open a crack. He snuck inside, and listened from the stairs.

He could hear the sound of metal straining against metal, and some kind of scuffle occurring. He crept down a few more steps to find Crow with his hands wrapped around Mallory’s neck.

“What are you doing?!” Charlie exclaimed.

Crow released his grip and turned to him with bloodshot eyes. Mallory gasped for air, but gained a smile after a few seconds.

“Why are you here?” Crow slurred.

“I asked you first.”

“Go back to bed,” Crow said, turning around again.

Charlie stepped off the stairs and met Crow at his side.

“You’re drunk. You go to bed,” he said.

“Not until he’s dealt with,” Crow mumbled.

“No,” Charlie protested.

“You’re defending him,” Crow stated, rather than questioned.

Charlie sighed and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him toward the steps. He dug his heels into the ground to prevent himself from being moved.

“You’re defending him,” Crow repeated.

“You’re not in your right mind,” Charlie said.

“You came down here just to snog him again, didn’t you?”

Charlie let go of his arm and stared at him. Mallory laughed.

“What are you talking about?” He asked quietly.

“The video,” Crow said. Nausea hit Charlie like a train, and he stumbled backwards slightly.

“Crow, that-“

“Don’t wanna hear it,” he mumbled, “fuck off.”

Mallory watched the argument with great joy, tapping his toes together like a child. Charlie glared at him until Crow took off, stumbling up the stairs. Charlie followed him up and into his room, where he had to stop him from slamming the door in his face.

“Crow, please just let me explain,” Charlie said.

“Unless you’re going to tell me that it was against your will, I don’t want to hear it,” Crow said, taking off his jacket and throwing it at the closet door.

Charlie stood silently. His hands began to sweat.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Crow mumbled.

Charlie grabbed his arm, and Crow shoved him back, hard enough to make him fall. He ripped the bandage off of his arm, revealing the cut that Mallory had forced him to give himself. They locked eyes. Charlie knew what he was conveying.

“What’s going on?” Adrian asked from the door.

Charlie got up and pushed past him. He slammed his door and crawled into bed, sobbing into the sheets.

[krisdreaming]

Omg, that Iwaizumi scenario is the cutest thing I've recently seen ❤ Can I ask for the same one with Kuroo? ❤

OF COURSE omg. This is the Iwa scenario they’re referring to. I’m getting back into writing with a super self-indulgent Kuroo thing bc who would I be if I didn’t? :’) (college AU!)

Edit: 4+1 masterlist is here

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Four times Tetsurou thinks he loves you, and the one time he finally says it out loud.

i.

The library is completely silent save for the murmur of other students whispering and the soft patter of the rain outside hitting the window panes. Tetsurou is here to keep you company more than anything. You’ve got a huge test coming up, and you’ve been studying for almost two hours now. Tetsurou had finished his chemistry assignment 20 minutes ago, so now he’s just aimlessly surfing the web. 

Bored, he glances at you over the top of his laptop screen. You’re still hard at work with your head bent over your textbook, nibbling on the end of your pen. Something tugs in his middle. You must feel his eyes on you, because after a few moments, you look up at him with a frown. “What?”

He licks his lips, then shakes his head. “Nothing. You soon done?”

You laugh. It’s one of his favorite sounds. “Soon.”

You look back down at your book, but he can’t stop looking at you. The tug in his middle has taken the form of three small words, but this isn’t the place to say them. He’s not sure he could, even if it was. Instead, he turns them over in his mind, and decides he likes the feel of them. I love you.

ii.

Kenma is laying on his belly Tetsurou’s bed, tapping away at his video game console. The soft music playing from his game is pleasant background noise now that the movie playing on your laptop has ended. You and Tetsurou are sitting on the floor, with your backs propped against the bed. He’s feeling a little giddy, most likely a combination of the lateness and all of the sugar you’d consumed.

“That was awful!” You laugh, knocking your shoulder against his. “Who let you decide what movie we should watch?”

“Kenma.” Tetsurou points up, in the general direction of his friend behind him. Kenma scowls even though neither of you can see him.

“Did not.” He protests softly. “All I said was that I didn’t care what we watched.”

“Same thing.” Tetsurou laughs even though it’s not really that funny. You join him for a little bit, but the sound soon dies on your lips, and you hug his arm, pillowing your head on his shoulder and peering up at him through your eyelashes. The remains of the smile that lingers on your face is soft. He falls silent, too.

“Tetsu, I’m starting to get sleepy now.” You murmur. He leans down to press a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Are you?” The warm affection in his voice even takes him by surprise.

“Mm-hmm.” You hum, and you slide down until your head is resting against his thigh. You close your eyes and release a soft sigh, and looking down at you a warm tingle that’s not unpleasant fills Tetsurou’s chest. I love you catches in his throat, and instead of saying anything, his fingers begin gently carding through your hair.

After a few minutes of silence, Kenma peers over the edge of the bed at you, then looks at Tetsurou with a quirked eyebrow. There’s nothing to deny, so Tetsurou just shrugs, a half smile ghosting across his face. The look in Kenma’s eyes is a little too knowing.

iii.

“Ooh, look at this!” You tug on Tetusrou’s hand, and once again he’s being pulled to another exhibit. He’d had a feeling you’d enjoy checking out this museum and the special history installation they’d advertised, but he hadn’t quite expected this level of enthusiasm. 

You are so into this. You’re stopping to read every plaque, leaning in close to look at everything on display. Other people are skirting around the two of you but you’re oblivious to it. He thinks it’s absolutely adorable.

“Isn’t this so cool?” You look at him, and your eyes are practically glowing. He wants to tease that you’ve never quite looked at him with the same enthusiasm. “Thanks for taking me here.” You continue, and your smile goes softer as you tug on his hand again, this time to bring him close enough to press a quick kiss to his lips. He can’t resist, and leans in to return the favor, smiling against your lips for just a few moments.

“Of course.” He says, shrugging as though it’s really no big deal.

“You know me so well.” You grin before turning your attention back to the exhibits, still keeping a firm hold on his hand. He gives yours three slight squeezes. If you pick up on the hidden meaning and the words he shouldn’t say for the first time in public, you don’t give any sign.

iv.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Tetsurou just manages to wheeze out, but you shake your head firmly.

“Too bad, I’m here.” You say breezily, and he’s entirely too woozy to do anything else about it. “I have medicine, and I brought some tea, that should help your throat.” You’re already bustling around the room, heating up the electric kettle and dropping a tea bag into a mug. “You still feel pretty gross, huh?”

His response is a coughing fit that he tries unsuccessfully to hold back. Immediately, you’re at his side, concern coloring your face as you unscrew the cap from the bottle of water you’d placed on his bedside stand. After taking enough sips to placate you, he sets it back down, and you reach out and tenderly brush his hair away from his flushed face. He watches as you return to the tea, pouring the now hot water into the mug. You’re humming softly to yourself as you squeeze in a generous amount of honey.

You’re so good at taking care of him. He hadn’t even asked for it, and yet here you are, making him tea and bringing him medicine and looking at him with those soft eyes. He doesn’t deserve you, but yet you’re still here, sticking stubbornly by his side.

“Here.” You hand him the mug and lean in to brush a quick kiss to his forehead. “You drink this, and I’m going to go pick up some soup, okay?”

“Thank you.” He says as he lifts the mug to his lips, smiling meekly at you over the rim as you turn to go. He loves you so much that it almost scares him.

v.

Having you in his arms again is better than Tetsurou could have imagined. Winter break had only lasted a few weeks, but to him it had felt like an eternity. “I missed you!” You breathe into his neck, and he can feel the words on his skin. He hugs you a little closer.

“I missed you too.” Finally he releases you so that he can look at your face again, trying to memorize every feature even more clearly for the next time you’ll have to be apart. You grin at him, reaching to sandwich his face between your hands.

“You look so serious.” You giggle, and he can’t help but crack a smile at that before you pull his face down to yours and kiss him one more time.

“Now what?” He asks after you pull away, not really caring what you do next as long as he’s with you.

You think for a few moments, then open the door of your dorm directly behind you and tug him inside. “I kinda just want to cuddle for the rest of the night.” You admit. Nothing has ever sounded so perfect to him.

“I love you.” He says without thinking, and his eyes blow wide almost as fast as yours do.

“What?” You ask, blinking at him, and he reaches for your hands, supposing now is as good a time as any.

“I love you.” He repeats, suddenly feeling just a little bashful. “And I mean that. You’re… amazing.” His fingers skim your cheek. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to say it back yet, I-”

“I love you too.” You blurt out before he can even finish his sentence, and he feels like he’s smiling impossibly big. 

“Yeah?” He’s searching your face again, wanting to memorize every single part of this moment.

“Yeah.” You grin. The next time he says it is five seconds later, against your lips, and he wonders how something so easy had taken him so long to say.

[daisies--roses]

KTH| Jealousy

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Warning: smut, jealousy, swearing, kind of dom!taehyung

Word count: 3,9 k

Plot: You’re working at the hospital as a nurse and your boyfriend Taehyung wants to surpise you and comes to pick you up. As he sees you with another man he gets jealous and shows this in another way.

Like every morning, you woke up with a sleeping Taehyung beside you. It was 6 o'clock and your alarm clock had rung 3 times. Neither Taehyung nor you appeared to get up because it was cold outside and the bed was warm. However, both knew that the other was awake.

Taehyung grinned and hugged you harder. "Good morning Jagi."You nestled close to him. "Good morning Taetae. We should get up slowly. I have to leave at 7:30."

Taehyung shook his head and put his leg over yours so that you could not move. He laughed at it. "Stay home with me today, say you're sick..""Tae, I work in a hospital. I can't just say I'm sick." Taehyung sighed and let go of you. "Here you go, but don't come back to me tonight if you want to cuddle." he pouted.You laughed and got up. "Then who should I go to? Dean or Sam?"

You left the room and went to the kitchen. Taehyung got up and ran after you. He hugged you from behind and put his head on your shoulder."No one. You only come to me to cuddle, understand?" you threw her head back laughing and leaned against Taehyung."You didn't want to, maybe they cuddle better than you?" Taehyung quickly turned you around and looked at you indignantly."Nobody, really nobody, cuddles better than me." And to prove his statement, he snuggled up to you.

Another 20 minutes passed and you saw that you only had 30 minutes left. Taehyung quickly released you and you disappeared into the bathroom.

Taehyung sat in the kitchen and ate a cereal while watching you walk back and forth. After you were done, you quickly put on your shoes and gave Taehyung a quick kiss on the lips as a farewell.

Taehyung had freetime today, so he went through the apartment bored. He called Jimin and Jungkook a few times, but both were busy with their friends. He also called Yoongi, but he didn't answer and blocked the call directly. He was definitely sleeping because he never got around to do it at the moment.

Taehyung sighed and surfed in the internet for things that can be done against boredom. He found and did many strange things. He reinstalled Dubsmash and made various videos and send them to the others. But he didn't get the right answers back, so he gave up after an hour.

He then opened his laptop to play, but he didn't enjoy it without Jungkook, so he decided not to. Then he tried to sleep again. He turned left and right. Thought about what he would do tomorrow, counted sheeps, but nothing helped him. He looked at the clock and it was only 12. He sighed and sat up and just looked straight ahead.

You were running up and down today. You had so much to do that these 3 hours seemed like 12. You couldn't sit down for a minute. The patients came and went. You had to do an infusion there, take blood here. Life as a nurse was difficult, but you always found it interesting to see the different patients. You thought another half a year and then you can study.

When the clock showed 1, you sat down on a bench and sighed. The day wasn't even half over and you were through with your life. Suddenly you saw coffee in front of you."I saw you walking around all the time, you deserved a little break." you looked up and smiled at Dr. Dean. He was really one of the nicest people in the hospital and he helped you every time you needed something."Thank you, Dr. Dean."

He sat down next to you and your shoulders touched for a moment. Dr. Dean turned to you and smiled."How many times do I have to tell you to call me Dean Y/N?" you laughed and took a sip."I'm sorry, I keep forgetting that." Dean laughed with you and you drank your coffee in silence.

You loved to watch people in the hospital. Everyone had their own problems and everyone had different concerns. You liked to work here, liked helping people.

Dean saw a lot of potential in you. You would become a good doctor at some point and Dean would support you. He would help you with every little thing, because he saw himself in you. A young person who would give her life for the happiness and welfare of others. Your devotion and your motivation made him continue. A few years ago he was like that too, but it waned. The motivation became more and more fleeting, but Dean wanted to do his best with you in the hospital.Of course, it was all platonic. Dean was married and had three children. He loved his wife very much and they had to fight a long time to get married. You had become like a little sister to him and he wanted to protect you from the hard life.

Dean took his last sip and stood up. You stand right next to him and Dean laughed. He patted your head."If  you have problems come to me okay?" you nodded and grinned at him. Dean shook his head in his office and prepared for the next patient.

You were fully charged again, these moments with your colleagues always gave you motivation and your energy was promoted to the highest point as at the beginning. You walked straight on to the station and did your work.

It was already 4 p.m. and Taehyung slowly died of boredom. He had been cooking for you since he had nothing to do and he wanted to see you smile. After that he had cleaned up a bit,  it looked as if a tornado had pulled through your home. The kitchen was the worst because he had cooked, but it was too difficult to tidy up and in the end he left everything behind and laid down on the sofa in the living room.

Suddenly he heard noise from the window and noticed that it had started to rain. There was a storm and he was worried about you. Did you take the car with you or were you fine enough to take the bus? He saw the car keys on the chest of drawers and got up.He wouldn't let you drive home alone in this storm. So he gets ready. He changed and ran down to the car. He still had 30 minutes until you were out. He would be there in 20 and he would wait for his girl in 10 minutes.

He had missed you so much in those hours. You always had an idea that Taehyung had so much fun with. You were always there when he needed someone and today was such a day. He would like to just take you with him now before your shift was over. But you would hit him, so he let it be.

He had a brilliant idea and bought a bouquet for you from a florist. He hadn't done it in a long time and that made you always happy. Your eyes sparkled, you grinned all day, maybe even all week, because of such a little thing. He always wanted to make you happy because you made him happy with your existence.Taehyung parked his car and walked slowly to the hospital entrance. He checked his watch and grinned. You should be outside by now.

He was almost in front of the entrance when he saw you under an umbrella with another man. You laughed and looked into each other's eyes. The man asked you something and you nodded shyly. You both went into the parkinglot. Your arms linked together. A smile on your faces.He looked at them with his mouth open and the flowers fell from his hand. His Y/N had gone into the parkinglot with a man. Your face was beaming as always, and your arms were linked.

When Taehyung realized what had just happened, he ran to the entrance to the parking garage and saw you driving away in the car with the man. His eyes widened. Now you drove away with him too. Where did you go with him? Why would you get in a car with a man? Who was this man? Taehyung got angry. Angry with you and the man. How dare the guy go away with his wife? How could you get in the car? Are you cheating on him with someone from the hospital? No, you wouldn't do that, but why did you get in his car. Taehyung would find out whatever it was.

You arrived at home. Dean was so nice to drive it because it was stormy and you really didn't want to get sick. You were supposed to call Taehyung, but you didn't want to bother him because he was enjoying his day off. You thanked Dean and ran into the house.The house was dark and you thought Taehyung was sleeping, so you undressed quietly and went to the kitchen, you were hungry as a bear. You saw ready food and smiled, Taehyung had cooked for you.  You were happy and beamed.

The door opened and closed, you heard this and ran. Taehyung was soaking wet. You was directly concerned. You went to the bathroom and took out a towel and put it on his head."Tae, what happened? Where have you been?" Taehyung took the towel and looked into your eyes. His hair was so long that you didn't recognize the anger in his eyes. "Taetae?"

Taehyung smiled and hugged you. He would not let anyone else take you away from him. He would show you that he was the best in everything. Nobody could make you feel as good as he did and he had to prove this to himself. With his hug he also started walking back with you. You fell on the sofa and he leaned down. His head was in the crook of your neck and he spread feather light kisses on it. You gasped briefly as his wet hair touched your cheek.

You tried to pull yourself together and only got this sentence."Tae, maybe you should go change otherwise- " Taehyung went back and looked into your eyes. His eyes were full of lust and your stomach started to tingle."Psht Jagi. Why don't we do it like that, you take off my clothes and join me right away. You also got wet because of me." First he stroked your neck, then kissed you where his hand was a few seconds ago.

With his kisses, his hand went to your shirt and he started to unbutton it. You didn't know what went into Taehyung, but you liked it and wanted to take part in it. You took off his t-shirt and it ended up somewhere in the room. Your shirt, pants, and his pants followed."We should continue this in the bedroom." Taehyung grinned and took you in his arms. You cried out a short laugh and clung to him. You gave kisses to his neck and ran your fingers over his chest.

The door to the bedroom was wide open, which made it much easier for Taehyung. He threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. He held your hands tightly over your head with one hand and stroked your face with the other hand. He smiled at you for a few minutes and you grinned back as usual.

The atmosphere from just now was gone as Taehyung wasn't really angry but rather wanted to make sure you think of him all day. With these thoughts in mind, he started to spread your face with kisses and this lead him to your neck. With each kiss he became greedy and you noticed something hard on your thigh which caused the redness in your cheeks to rise.

Taehyung held your hands much stronger and sucked on your neck more often. Moaning, you tried to free your hands so that you could touch him, but Taehyung didn't want that. He knew with a touch of you that he would stop sucking on your neck and immediately start to satisfy himself and you. That's why he had to keep you calm. You fidgeted under him and took a deep breath when you felt a throbbing pain on her neck.

Taehyung had sucked and bitten at one point."Tae, is it not enough with the hickey?" Shaking his head, he looked at you and just grinned."I have to make sure that you think about me all day." you grinned back and then released your hand from his."I always think of you even without them." you ran your fingers over his features and Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment.

He really enjoyed being touched so gently by you. He loved this and as he suspected before, a touch from you made him stop and get down to business. Taehyung sighed lustily and took your hand up to the other before he ran your body down with his other hand. You got goose bumps and trembled shortly before tensing.

Both of you were only wearing underwear and the room was not really warm, but the warmth of the bodies lying on top of each other was sufficient for a comfortable temperature. Taehyung's hands were colder, which is why you unconsciously twitched slightly when he stroked your bare skin.Taehyung stopped at your thighs and put his hand between your legs. He always looked at your face and studied every single change.

Your eyes were closed since the point where Taehyung had reached your thigh. You enjoyed all of his touches and didn't want them to end. He ran his hand along the inside of your thighs several times before touching your sensitive area."Tae please, don't make me wait." Taehyung greedily kissed your neckline as he continued to move his hand in a circular motion. "whatever you want princess."He pulled his hand back and started on your bra and panties.

"You are so beautiful princess." you looked intently at Taehyung and moved your hand to his boxer, but he held it directly over your head."Not yet princess. The first thing is about you." you swallowed when you saw Taehyung's hungry look and then nodded.

Grinning, Taehyung turns back to your body. He licked his lips before he started kissing the edge of your breast. His tongue brushed youe right nipple, causing you to groan. With greedy eyes, he watched your features and bit your skin to see another reaction. He also paid the same attention to your left nipples before placing a hand on your thigh again. You whimpered and moved back and forth."Tell me what you want princess." With each word, his hand moved into the inside of your thigh and you whimpered louder. "Taehyung, please."Slowly he stroked your sensitive area and you moved your pelvis up."You are so impatient princess. I still have to hear from you what you want, otherwise I won't do it. "

You swore briefly, which made Taehyung pull his hand away and grab your chin."Swearing is not allowed, princess? I don't want dirty words to come out of your beautiful mouth. If I hear it again you'll see a different side of me." you nodded and Taehyung let go of your face before he quickly pushed two of his fingers into you and pulled them out again. "TAEHYUNG!" Grinning, he licked his fingers and let go of your hand. He moved down and stopped with his face on your thighs."You taste so good princess. Let me have a little bite before I do what you're waiting for all the time."

Taehyung groaned in anticipation before starting to explore you with his tongue. With each new location explored, you groaned what sounded like music in Taehyung's ears. You couldn't stand it and started moving your hips. Of course, Taehyung didn't like it at all, which is why he pulled his face out and looked at you with reproach."Oh princess, if you had told me what you really want, you wouldn't wait." you closed your eyes for a moment before pulling Taehyung up and kissing him.

Taehyung was caught off guard, but quickly recovered. The kiss deepened with every second. How your lips melted together and your tongues played with each other was driving both of them crazy. You was the first to pull away and pull Taehyung's head down your throat. You leaned against his ear and sipped at him before unobtrusively leading your hand in his boxer."I want you to take me and not let go, Kim Taehyung." you whispered in his ear as you took off his boxers and picked up his cock. Taehyung groaned with your words and touch.

Your hand felt like paradise. He loved being petted by you and let you do it for a few seconds before raising his head to kiss her. "Your wish is my command princess." He took your hand in his and removed it from his cock."Just let me do it princess. I want you to feel me deeply inside of you." you nodded excitedly and Taehyung gave you another kiss before he took his cock in his hand and slowly led him in at first.

Both groaned from Taehyung's slow movements."I want you to feel me in every inch of you." The slow nature of him made you moan more because you weren't used to it going so slowly. With every piece of Taehyung you felt the throb of his piece in you."Taehyung-ah, faster please." With your plead, he pulled his big cock out of you and rammed it back in the next second. "Do you like that more princess?" you nodded, groaning with every thrust."Hard and fast always gets you going, right princess?" He got no other answer than your loud groan.

Taehyung pushed you harder and harder and he was fascinated by how loud you could be in bed if he hit the right places.At one point you clenched harder as you held Taehyung's shoulders. You were getting closer and closer for him, which is why he clung to your hips."Taehyung-ah, I-""I know Princess, me too. Wait and cum with me." you tried to nod, but you knew this would not be the case if he continued with the speed and hardness. Your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait.

But as Taehyung put his head on the back of your neck and his thrusts became more aggressive, you went through a wave of satisfaction. You groaned his name out loud and clutched him tighter as your body trembled. Taehyung also came with you. He bit your shoulder to not make a louder sound before he slumped on your body."I love you princess."

The next day you were back in the hospital. You looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed the blue purple hickey, which you had covered with make-up. You smiled as you thought about last night. Taehyung was somehow more dominant than usual and you liked that very much. You wanted to see more of these sides, but you never dared to say that to him.

You didn't realize that your shift had started. You glanced at the clock and noticed that you were 8 minutes late. You quickly ran to your station and started to work.

Taehyung wanted to go back to the hospital to see who the man was and to show him that I you were his. So he changed clothes and went to the car. He would be there just in time for your lunch break. He had prepared a small box for you with fruits and cookies. Flowers lay next to him and he grinned. You were his and he would show that everyone.

You were sitting with Dean in the staff room and wanted to make a tea when you accidentally poured coffee over it and Dean laughed at it. You were so screwed up today. Your thoughts were always with Taehyung, you were lucky that you hadn't mistreated any patient until now."Stop laughing Dean, that's not funny." Dean got up and could not go on laughing."Y/N, you- you made cofftea." He laughed louder and you looked at him annoyed.

It was all Taehyung's fault.After Dean calmed down, he went to you and leaned against the counter opposite to you. His grin never disappeared from his face."What are you thinking about that made you like this?" you blushed and lowered your eyes."Nothing. I am not thinking about anything." Dean just nodded grinning."You're thinking of him aren't you? And what you did with him." He went up and down with his eyebrows. You looked at him ashamed and slapped him on the shoulder."Be quiet Dean. I'm not thinking of that. You're always thinking of that." Dean continued to grin."Yes, I do, but it's my wife. I could tell you everything if you wanted. I have nothing to hide." you grimaced"Please don't. I don't want to hear from you." Dean smiled and opened his mouth wide when he said louder"So Danneel and I were yesterday-" you covered your ears and screamed."Lalalalalala! I don't hear you! Lalalalala!" Dean laughed and stood in front of you. He ruffled your hair and put his cup on the sink.

Taehyung, who had observed this interaction, went into the room and put the box on the table. You hadn't noticed him yet. He put on a big smile and quickly crossed the distance between himself and you. Then he put his arms around you from behind and you jumped for a moment. When you noticed that it was Taehyung, you relaxed and turned around."Tae, what are you doing here?" Taehyung grinned at you. "We couldn't talk that much yesterday because we were busy with other things, so I wanted to catch up." You blushed and hid your face against his chest. Taehyung's chest quivered with laughter and you looked at him with a playful irritation.

Taehyung looked at you and pressed his lips to yours. You gasped in surprise and tried to keep the kiss short, since Dean was next to them but Taehyung didn't allow this. He put his hands around your waist and pulled you closer to him. His tongue brushed your lower lip and you let him in. Your tongues danced together and your eyes were foggy. You had forgotten about Dean in the room. You had forgotten that they were in the hospital when you moaned briefly.

Taehyung grinned into the kiss. You belonged to him and he wouldn't let anyone touch you. The man in the room should see that only Taehyung could make you make such noises. He should see that there was only Taehyugn for you and only you for Taehyung.

When you struggled to breathe, you remembered Dean. You turned around but saw no one there . The door was closed and only you and Taehyung were in the room. You looked at Taehung and smiled sheepishly."Tae, we're in the hospital. You can't just overpower me and kiss me."He went through his hair and grinned."I can do a lot more, but I'll save that for tonight."He stood in front of you and took a streak behind her ear.

"Who was the man with you?" "That was Dean, he is a doctor here and always helps me when I have problems."Taehyung nods and plays with your hair. "And is he single?" "Huh? Why are you asking?"He went closer to your ear and whispered, "Because I don't want men who are single to get too close to you. You belong with Jagi." you got goose bumps and cleared your throat. "He is married." Taehyung smiled broadly and looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Really? Then everything is fine." you smiled at him, but held your breath as he came back to your ear.

"But never forget princess, you only belong to me."

[hi-hey-haechan]

4,18, and 43 with renjun please🥺

Thank you for or requesting!

Prompt list is here

4: “Don’t give me that look.”

18: You’re in trouble now.”

43: “Just let me finish my level and I promise to go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

I almost fell asleep multiple times while writing this, so it’s probably incoherent

Warnings: Oral sex, squirting

“Renjun,” you whined needily. You were turned on, and your boyfriend knew it. Even still, he was doing nothing to assist you with your issue. Instead, you were forced to sit on the bed, wearing your boyfriend’s hoodie, while he was occupied with whatever video game he was playing.

“Soon,” he promised you. He’d said that for 20 minutes already, and you wondered what “soon” actually meant.

You pressed your thighs together, trying to give yourself some friction/relief as your mind went wild. You looked at Renjun’s fingers, and how slender and long they looked while holding his Nintendo Switch. They always managed to find the spots that made you moan the loudest. His lips were slightly parted as he concentrated, and your mind drifted to how they felt against yours: soft and gentle. Against your core, though, he was the opposite, lips and tongue moving passionately and honestly slightly harshly, which felt amazing, of course. And right now, you really needed his lips. Anywhere would have been acceptable. With a small “hmph,” you pouted.

His eyes flitted towards you for a second, but it was enough to see the way you stared at him with pleading, needy eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” he sighed. You were gonna make him feel guilty. He refused to let you guilt him into putting his game down.

“What look?”

“The really really adorable one when your eyes are wide but also sad. Except this time, you’re also clearly horny,” Renjun exclaimed, pressing a bunch of buttons for seemingly important controls or actions.

“It’s not my fault that you decided to play your video game over pleasuring your girlfriend.”

Renjun let out a sigh, but he didn’t even look up from his game. “Just let me finish this level, and I promise to go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

You were admittedly taken aback by his statement, but both of you loved it when Renjun went down on you. With heat pounding between your legs, you tried to stop the thoughts from plaguing your mind, consuming your consciousness. However, your brain continued to think about the way his lips felt around your clit, or the heat of his tongue dipping into your core.

Unable to contain yourself anymore, you scooted right next to him, so you felt the warmth of his body next to yours. His eyes were still trained on the stupid game. You moved your hand to his crotch, and you lightly squeezed the bulge in his jeans. He gasped, and the sudden moment of surprise had caused the virtual character to fall off of a cliff. You had his attention now, and you were quite satisfied.

He glared at you, but it didn’t look too threatening, if you were being honest. “You’re in trouble now,” Renjun told you, his voice deep and demanding.

Not able to hold back your eagerness anymore, you laid back on the bed. Renjun pulled down your panties, already planning on not making this easy for you. Your bare pussy was glistening with arousal, and as soon as his lips barely ghosted your core, you let out a quiet gasp.

His tongue licked your pussy, running across the slit of your hole and up towards your clit. Immediately, the feeling was prominent. His tongue was hot and wet, and against your folds, the sensation was something you wouldn’t get used to easily. Plus, you were already extremely needy, which made you even more sensitive. Your fingers ended up tangling in his incredibly soft hair.

He licked and kissed your sensitive area, enjoying not only the sounds of pleasure leaving your mouth. The sound of his tongue and lips against your wet area caused wet, lewd sounds to fill the room.

Every move he made only brought you higher and higher in your pleasure. Your folds were soft under his tongue, and he loved the way you occasionally would let out a sinful moan. He lapped up your juices, marveling at how wet you already were. When his mouth met your entrance, he teased you a bit, barely dipping his tongue inside. “S-stop teasing me, b-baby,” you managed to gasp out. Without waiting another second, Renjun thrusted as much of his tongue as he could into your sopping wet hole. The feeling of the hot muscle against the sensitive walls of you felt so impossibly good.

His mouth moved back to your clit, after exploring you with his tongue. He showed no mercy in sucking your bundle of nerves, taking the perfect spot right in his mouth. “Renjun!” you moaned out, lost in the pleasure. He easily slipped a finger in and out of you. Since you were so wet, it wasn’t difficult to add another. His digits curled right up against your g-spot, and soon enough, everything was unraveling. You came hard, your insides spasming as you climaxed. With shaking legs and the walls ringing with his name, it was good that nobody else was in the house

He kept his promise, though, the promise to make you cum three times from just his mouth. Renjun loved overstimulating you, seeing you writhe helplessly as he eats you out as though you were his last meal. Your moans became higher-pitched, which he couldn’t even try to pretend he didn’t enjoy. He added a third finger, curling it expertly against every spot inside of you that brought you incredible heights of pleasure. Your legs shook around his head, needing to close your legs and no longer play this awful time good. Even so, you were hurtling towards your edge again.

Despite it only being a few minutes, you felt your high fairly near your next orgasm, simply because he was working you through overstimulation, without a break. When you came, it was with a tiny, muffled scream. Your vision had gone white as your lower half convulsed.

Renjun’s mouth felt really good, but also to the point of pain. “I-it’s too much!” you almost yelled out. He didn’t quit his suction to your clit, always flicking out to lap up any more of your fluid, due to your arousal and climaxes. His fingers filled you up so well, and they knew all the parts inside of you that left you screaming.

Speaking of which, you already were yelling. This time, the orgasm felt like a stretch. The knot inside of you needed release, but you knew this one would be the most violent. He added yet another finger to you, so he had four fingers inside of your pussy, curling and thrusting. When he looked up to your face, he saw how utterly fucked-out your expression was, thanks to all his pleasure. He really was going to make you come three times with just his mouth. This one came without a warming, but it was a deep orgasm.

When you came this time, your back arched, despite the hesitance, it was shocking. Fluid flew out of your pussy, so fast and so strong. THis was new: you had never squirted before. You didn't even know it was possible, yet here you were. You panted, trying to return to the real world from your high. His fingers were removed from your sopping wet core, and he carefully slicked up everything he could, even that overstimulating you.

“You did so well, baby,” Renjun whispered to you. He crawled away from your legs, and this time, he hugged you tightly, kissing all over your face. “And you squirted for me, too. I didn’t even know you could do that.”

“Neither did I, “ you replied. You were panting, out of breath, but dang, that felt amazing. “See? Way better than any video game.”

[miss-melon]

Karaoke Night

(Kazuichi Soda x Reader)

‼️POSSIBLE TW: Public Embarrassment‼️

Saturday, it was finally Saturday. After a long week of exams it was finally time for you to take your mind off of school for a couple days. No worrying about grades, no worrying about petty high school drama, and best of all, you get to spend the weekend with your boyfriend, Kazuichi Soda.

You and Kazuichi started dating earlier in the school year after Sonia Nevermind set you two up on a date, partially because you had a giant crush on him for a while, and partially because she wanted to get him off her back. You were a bit skeptical at first because you were worried that his Sonia obsession would continue even after you two began dating, but after you two began your relationship, he actually dropped the whole thing entirely.

You and Kazuichi had a very fun relationship, many nights consisted of you two playing video games all night until the sun rose and you two had realized you lost track of time entirely. Oftentimes you two would sleep on the couch together all day with your friends and family constantly worrying that something had happened to you because neither of you would answer your phones.

Yeah, you and Kazuichi were the perfect match. So when it came time for this weekend to start, you were super excited to be able to spend some time with him. Up until you realized what the weekend plan was. You heard a ping from your phone and picked it up to see who texted you, you weren’t surprised to see that it was Kazuichi.

“hey bayyyyybeeeeeeee 💕💕💕💕 a few of us were gonna head to the karaoke bar tonight wanna come with?”

When you saw that he wanted you to go to a karaoke bar with him you were a tad panicked. You knew that when Kazuichi said he wanted to bring you to a karaoke bar that he was actually planning on listening to you sing. He had never heard you sing before, and that was because you were practically tone deaf. Everytime you sang, your voice cracked, you could never hit the proper notes, and half the time you forgot a few lyrics. You actually enjoyed singing but that’s because you never had to subject anyone to your voice. You were about to politely decline his offer when he texted you again, this time it said:

“actually no, you dont get a choice, i wanna see ur cute face tonight. ill c u at 8 LOVE UUUUUUUUUU ^-^”

You honestly weren’t surprised that he would say that. He knew that you could get a little jealous when other people excluded you from plans, so he made sure to include you in everything he possibly could. His intentions were sweet, but sometimes life with Kazuichi could be like babysitting 20 toddlers at once.

After some time passed, you were sitting on your couch waiting for Kazuichi to pull up in his car. You eventually saw him pull up outside your house and that’s when he hopped out of his car, ran to your front door and rang the doorbell several times. You opened the door and were greeted with a massive bear hug and his signature sharp-toothed grin that made you swoon every time you saw it.

“HEY Y/N!!!!!” Kazuichi said very loudly. Out of the corner of your eye you see Fuyuhiko come out of the car and walk towards the two of you.

“Jesus Christ could you be any louder? I bet the whole fuckin’ city heard you just now. Sorry about your eardrums Y/N, you must be so miserable having to hear that voice 24/7.” Fuyuhiko joked. You let out a small chuckle.

“H-HEY!!! Y/N loves me just the way I am!!! Right Y/N???” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Yes sharky, you know I love you, quirks and all.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and his face went beet red.

“Get a room you two!” Fuyukiko said with a small grin. You chuckled again as the three of you headed to Kazuichi’s car and went off to the karaoke bar, where all of your other classmates were already there waiting.

“YOU GUYS SHOWED UP JUST IN TIME!!! It’s almost time for Ibuki’s BIG MOMENT!!!” Ibuki said as Mahiru and Hiyoko were just finishing up their duet. “Bet none of you losers can beat that! That was a masterpiece!” Hiyoko said as she high-fived Mahiru. After a few of your classmates went up to sing their songs, it was finally your turn to get up and sing. Kazuichi gave you a pat you on the back. “KNOCK EM DEAD BABE!” He said in attempts to encourage you. “Yeah I just might...” You thought to yourself as you reluctantly got up to the front of the room, eyes from all of your classmates staring you down. You chose the song that you knew the best in hopes that you would actually do well at singing it.

You went through your song with many pitch errors and voice cracks and when you were done, the bar went silent. You knew that you just fucked up the song.

All of a sudden you heard someone clapping rapidly, you looked down and saw none other than Kazuichi clapping and screaming. “YEAAHHHHHHH THAT’S MY S/O UP THERE!!!” He even started whistling. Hiyoko burst out laughing as all your other classmates looked away with second-hand embarrassment.

“YOU CALL THAT SHIT SINGING??? GET OFF THE STAGE AND LET SOMEONE WITH ACTUAL TALENT TAKE OVER!!!” Hiyoko’s words only made you feel worse, that is, until you heard Kazuichi speak up. “H-HEY!!! They did AMAZING!!! Don’t you DARE slander Y/N’s name!!! Or i’ll um... I’LL DO SOMETHING THAT YOU WON’T LIKE!” He stuck his tongue out at Hiyoko.

Your cheeks went red from embarrassment as you knew you had just made yourself look like an idiot in front of all your friends. You just stood up there on the verge of tears until suddenly, Kazuichi ran up to the stage and whispered to you. “Hey, you okay babe?” You were so upset that you couldn’t even respond to his question. Kazuichi knew just what to do. He grabbed the microphone and yelled into it. “ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP!!! Y/N and I are about to give the most BREATHTAKING performance any of you will EVER HEAR!!!” He quickly picked out a song that had 2 parts, a melody and a harmony. You were mortified, you had heard Kazuichi sing before and he was actually really, REALLY good. You just knew he was going to make you sound even worse next to him.

When the song started you reluctantly started singing, but when you expected to hear Kazuichi’s beautiful singing voice, you instead heard an unholy noise that could only be described as nails on a chalkboard. You looked over at Kazuichi and that’s when it hit you. He knew how embarrassed you were and he wanted to put all the negative attention on him to spare you from all the self-deprecating thoughts. When you finally realized what he was doing, it filled you with more confidence than you’ve ever felt before, and you finished the song with Kazuichi by your side, and his singing made you sound like Rihanna compared to him.

When the song finished, Hiyoko pointed at Kazuichi and started laughing at him even harder than she laughed at you and Mahiru actually pulled you aside. “You certainly redeemed yourself in that performance Y/N, nice job!” Many of your other classmates joined her in giving you props and validation for your singing in your duet with Kazuichi.

While your classmates were praising you for your “amazing” singing, Kazuichi was standing at the side of the bar as Fuyuhiko approached him. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Fuyuhiko gave him a playful punch on the arm.

“I just wanted Y/N to feel good, I love them so much and wanted to give them a break from all the stress from school, I know they’ve had a rough week.” Kazuichi said as he stared at you. Seeing you so happy made him even happier. Fuyuhiko looked at Kazuichi and said with a grin: “You’re a good kid Kazu.”

THE END.

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I hope you guys enjoyed! I wanted to release something involving Kazuichi today and I think this one turned out okay!