#they were jopping before jopping was a thing

[sovaharbor]

me looking at your 'about' post and seeing you like teen top... boi lemme tell you we gon rock it drop it top it hey don't stop it pop it

장난 아니에요 장난 아니에요 장난 아니에요 우리 분위기 정말 장난 아니에요!!!!!!!!

[wooahaes]

party of two

pairing: non-idol!joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship. silly fic <3

warnings: food mentions. reader having a lonely childhood/teenage years. mentions of reader being in therapy pre-fic. joshua hong being a silly, silly man. hints at suggestive stuff post-fic, but it's left vague. slow dancing to jopping <3

word count: ~1.1k

daisy's notes: ya think ya big boi throwing three stacks imma show you how to ball you a mismatch opinionated but im always spittin straight facts

The last thing you expected to come home to were streamers, balloons, and everything you’d need for someone’s birthday party.

Immediately, panic set in first. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the apartment (and, truly, unless they were hiding in the bedroom or the bathroom, you would know), and Joshua had never gone behind your back to do something you asked him not to do before… But the decorations point to the party you asked him not to throw. Last year had been nice enough, sure, but you just wanted a quiet day with your boyfriend. Would it be worth it to step out and call him, just to clarify? 

Joshua walked past the entryway, stopping when he saw you were standing here. “Oh. Shit, you’re home early.” 

Forcing a smile, you just stepped over to slip out of your shoes and into your house slippers. “Mmhm. I was supposed to leave sooner, actually, but an emergency came up.” 

Joshua immediately set down the folded banner, snagging a party hat as he made his way over to you. “Well,” he said, stretching the string so that he could carefully put the hat on you. “We can party early, then.”

“Party?” You gave him a suspicious look.

“Party of two,” he booped your nose. “You said you didn’t have a lot of parties as a kid, so… When you told me to plan something fun, I thought we could do something silly.” 

Something about that made your heart swell in your chest. You’d told Joshua that you’d been a lonely kid (and teenager), rarely invited to parties and almost never having your own. It had messed with you growing up, sure, but you’d managed. Even though it felt silly to admit you’d gone to therapy over it, Joshua hadn’t judged you. He’d listened to your tales of attachment issues and other struggles carefully, nodding along and admiring your growth as a person. It hadn’t been easy, and it netted you some struggles with having healthy relationships in college, but you came out the other side with a new circle of friends who cared for you as much as you cared for them, and a healthy relationship with Joshua built on trust and communication. Still, it was nice to have him there to listen when you just needed to rant about how bullshit your youth had been. A week or so ago, it had been the realization that one of your birthday parties as a kid had been shared with a friend… who was probably the only reason people came.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Joshua had said after you finished your rant. “You were a kid. You said people liked you enough even if you weren’t invited to stuff.”

It was nice to have someone there who could ground you when you were getting too upset over things. Even now, as he stood before you with a stupid party hat sitting lopsided on his head, he’d taken your hand in his own. His thumb ran over your knuckles, watching as you looked past him to get a better view of the decorated living room. It’s all gold and shades of pink, and he just grinned at you.

“It’s all the store had today,”  he admitted. “I meant to go sooner, y’know, but… Kinda had some other things I needed to get in order.” 

Joshua took your other hand, swinging them as you finally melted a little and smiled at him. A party for the just two of you was particularly cheesy, but if it was with Joshua, you’d be happy to attend. “So…” You stepped forward. “What are we gonna do at this party?”

His gaze flickered down to your lips for just a moment. Yet the moment you leaned in, he reached up to press his fingers against them, stopping you in your tracks. “Keep it PG,” he teased with a mischievous grin you wanted to kiss off of him. “PG-13, if you have to.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. But instead of pulling away immediately, he leaned in, breath hot against your ear, “we can do more later, if you want.” 

No promises made, though: you’d have to see how you were feeling then. But you did take the chance to press a quick peck against his cheek before he could move away. Joshua guided you into the apartment, already rattling off about all of the plans he’d made. He’d ordered a tiny cake for the two of you to share, bought your favorite flavor of ice cream, bought pizza to really hammer home the idea of this being a casual party (not that you minded: the two of you cooked for each other often enough, getting takeout was a welcome break). He made no promises of party games or a plethora of gifts for you to unwrap… But he did pull out his phone, connected to the bluetooth speaker and turned up music—loud enough for the two of you, but not enough to bother the neighbors now. 

“Well?” He extended his hands to you again. “Do you wanna dance?”

Joshua Hong knew you couldn’t dance for shit. It was one of the things he pointed out to you when you were half-asleep one night and he drunkenly needed to tell you the little things he loved most about you. He said you were as graceful as a baby deer, but he loved it when you felt safe enough to be silly around him.

So you just accepted his hands. “I’d love to.” 

He just smiled at you before pulling you in, chest to chest, as he began to sway with you to music that was far from swayable. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You snorted in response. “Yeah… I wouldn’t,” you reached up, draping your arms around his neck. The sounds of Taeyong’s rap in the background nearly made you laugh. “But I like holding you.” 

“Ulterior motives,” he hummed. “By the way… I was thinking… For our wedding song—”

“Joshua.” The two of you weren’t even engaged yet, but you already knew what he was thinking.

He gasped in mock offense. “Are you telling me you don’t want to walk down the aisle to Mark’s rap in this song?”

It earned a real, warm laugh from you, and the look of pride on Joshua’s face told you that his job was done. He’d let you go soon and dance with you properly… But for now, he’d continue to sway with you, chatting about your day as he admired you a little longer.

taglist: @twancingyunhao@wonuziex@synthetickitsune@porridgesblog@staranghae @weird-bookworm @bangchansbae @laylasbunbunny @bewoyewo

[wonryllis]

moots as songs

、ㅤ🌺 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS AS KPOP SONGS ᵎᵎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀

i went with the vibes they give off, and added some lyrics to highlight it!! tried to do as many mooties i could i hope you all like it!! i excluded those who have been inactive for long and those i ain't interacting with that much, hope you understand > 3 < love you all! ( MUTUALS )

✶ @jaesvelvet better things by aespa . . that i, i-i got better things to do with my time. better things to do with my time, do with my time than you

✶ @luvhyun3 tomboy by g-idle . . it's not here, i'm not a doll. yeah, i'm a fucking tomboy! this is my attitude, yeah, i'll be the tomboy

✶ @ctrlemis jopping by superm . . champagne life, that's all you want. don't stop letting it go 'cause we got that glow

✶ @enhalpy love letter by bol4 . . so warm like you, you are my sunshine, i’ll do anything. feel like i feel like i’m surfing your love, feel like i’m reaching the moon

✶ @nyukyujs love scenario by ikon . . we met and became a memory that can't be erased. it was a commendable melodrama, a pretty good ending.

✶ @koishua quarter life by tomorrow by together . . it feels like i'm walking in place, quarter life crisis. thrown into a life without an exit, on this road that doesn't know the end

✶ @boyfhee you & me by jennie . . i love you and me, dancing in the moonlight. nobody can see, it's just you and me tonight. just a little touch my world stops

✶ @okwonyo my world by illit . . this is my world, it might seem a little strange. this is my world, this is truly the real me. each moment is my overindulgence, why does it seem strange? this is me. let me show you my world

✶ @atrirose either way by ive . . some say i sound full of myself, that i'm just showing off. it's not about who's right or wrong, just like how we all love differently

✶ @eeunoia inception by ateez . . feel like dreaming a dream i've never seen even in dreams, it's too vivid to conclude it as just a dream. you are the dream i live in, the dream i can never awake from

✶ @leaderwon hard to love by blackpink . . i'll make it feel like heaven, but i swear i'm not a saint. and you won't see the truth 'causе i'll be kissing it away

✶ @tyunni new jeans by new jeans . . look, it's a new me, switched it up, who's this? new hair, new tee, new jeans, do you see? so fresh, so clean, make it feel like a game

✶ @jjunae pop by nayeon . . baby, baby, you're out of control. so you're under my control. before the excitement stops, i wanna make it pop, pop, pop, you want it?

✶ @stariekis one spark by twice . . i wish for forever, yes, forever. we're sparkling beautifully, i'm sure it'll be beautiful. cause my heart is burning, burning, burning. even if it’s dazzlingly beautiful and painful, it’s our golden days

✶ @lheebra don't wanna cry by seventeen . . i think it will show up, just wait. i have to find you, i have to find you. because if i cry now, i might not be able to see you. i don't want to cry

✶ @isoobie smart by le sserafim . . i am a child who will become a butterfly. what i want is victory. i'm a smarter baby, smarter, i see through it and break through.

✶ @fakeuwus cupid by fifty fifty . . a hopeless romantic all my life, surrounded by couples all the time. so skeptical of love, but still, i want it more, more, more. i gave a second chance to cupid

✶ @lilyuwon flower by jisoo . . guided by the gently blowing wind, because you're the one who doesn't catch it. spring comes, only the scent of flowers remains

✶ @ms-no1kpopstan darari by treasure . . i watched you, i was too stunned to speak, it still circling around you. i can't take my eyes off you

✶ @theyluvvaubery really really by winner . . the most beautiful thing in my eyes right now is you lady, oh. if my feelings for you were money, i would be a billionaire

✶ @jungqkook true by yaori . . tell me the truth, this is the end. i feel like losing myself. can't find my way, to not lose you, why is it so complicated?

✶ @heesbaby run bts by bts . . if we live fast, let us die young. two bare feet are our gasoline, yeah, yeah. let's go, are you ready? run bulletproof, run, yeah, you gotta run

✶ @heelvsted maverick by the boyz . . super villain in the mirror, i run away, chasing, farther away. super bad trouble, i'm just on my way. cut out the scenes from a corny hero movie. everything's just a game to me,

✶ @cornenhapovs loco by itzy . . surrounded by my thoughts of ya, i think i'm a little obsessed, i feel like i was born to love ya. such a rush, you're making me lose my mind

✶ @taeghi celebrity by iu . . have no idea above your lowered head what the bright lights are (shining towards) it's fine to take your time but i hope you notice, at last. the one and only

✶ @jaylaxies step back by got the beat . . you'd better shut your mouth and stand back or else give it a go. try climbing your way up hereYou can't even dream about this level, this isn't the place for you

✶ @moon7jay monster by exo . . why is my heart racing? you’re beautiful, my goddess. i’ll knock so will you let me in? you’ve already fallen for me, don’t be afraid, love is the way

✶ @alvojake pandora by mave . . everyone is heartless but so we are fearless. no one can stop us, never been so careless. hold on tight, string of our hope, so let us sing, say my name. shout it out, let me hear that thing

✶ @sserasin future by red velvet . . don't let me forget my dream where the stars are pouring down, we will end up together. you are another future of mine, a way for love to last forever

[midwrites]

ohhhh for the wip ask “the one that got away” is very much enticing me, i would love to hear more! (the the jopping of grim if you’re so inclined!)

I'd love to share more on the one that got away but it is my most recent WIP and thus the one I have the least written for, regardless, you can have all I have for it in this other post <3

Regarding jopping my grim!! It's a crossover fic for Terror/Musketeers in between Lucien Grimaud and Thomas Jopson *three freaks and I start clapping*, which I started working on purely because no one has yet written Jopson topping for that ship tag (Topson if you will) and I need it more than I need to breathe. Here's a little snippet of porn turned into character study, as it is wont to happen!

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” The man speaks with an accent borne of not having been raised in this cesspit of a country, his long legs shifting under Grimaud’s glare, posture unflinching despite the iron shining on his belt. “Grimaud!” Gericault whines, his words followed by a sharp thwack, Adonis’ left hand leaving an red imprint over his naked rear, the leather of his glove flexing before his eyes shift back to Lucien. “Now, furniture does not speak,” he chides, shifting posture a little, as if he were trying to lean more of his weight on top of the man. Vicious, this little thing is. “I assume your business with Monsieur Gericault is rather urgent, but as you can see, he is not home at the moment. Is there any way I may assist you, monsieur?” In other circumstances, Lucien may have killed them both. In other circumstances, a day in which he was more world weary and Feron’s slow descent into addiction supposed a heavier toll over his tired shoulders, he might have slit Adonis’ pale neck from side to side, watch his hot blood stain that pig Gericault’s naked back before he got to work. But today, Lucien holds, and regards him with a slow, calculating gaze.

[samiraheaven93]

Taliesin confirming that Ashton used to be an Aasimar in the 4-sided-dive was definitely a surprise! It was not out of the blue though.

BUT you really have to dig deep to find hints (or work on an Aasimar character of your own and look up stuff about them, like me^^’)

And there aren’t even many things that lead to it…

1) Matt described Ashtons Father as Elven and his Mother as “saintly strong”

At first it seems like their mum was maybe a cleric or paladin, but why should Matt describe race for one and class for the other parent? And there is only one race that I can think of describing as “saintly strong”, the Aasimar

2) (and this is the only other one and already a bit … speculation?) Ashton is green and has an opalescent brain.

They said, that they were soft once, but no comment on the green skin, so he might have already had that before. There are Aasimar, the ones descended of Planetars, who can have emerald skin and some opalescent features.

I know it’s not a lot to go by, but I’m not surprised Marisha of all people clocked that there is something there. Especially considering Taliesins look when Matt said “saintly strong mother”.

(As for why I personally wasn’t that surprised: I was working on my own Aasimar character and went to look at the Forgotten Realms wiki for inspiration for their looks. I came across the bit about the ones related to Aasimar and my thought progress went like this: “Green skin and Opal? Now that reminds me of Ashton! *giggles*… *remembers “saintly strong mother*… WAIT?! FUCK! Nooo!… but maybe their mum were an Aasimar at least?”

Then the dive happened and all I thought was “Jop, that checks out… but WOW!” XD)

[kalluzeb4later]

Writing Kalluzeb Every Day for a Year - Day 8

Idea: (another idea from a friend:: What would Zeb and Kallus do at the Star Wars equivalent of the DMV or court house.) ((a friend of ours went through some BS to get legally married in Texas))

Kallus understood the need for regulations and the bureaucracy from a security point of view, but admittedly, his experience from a high ranking position expediting everything he would ever need and then as a rebel who didn't give a kriff made the entire experience seem quite fast and inconsequential to the bigger picture.

With no war to worry about and being on a planet entirely separate from any Galactic government he or Zeb had ever known.... well.

Zeb's head touch down on his shoulder for probably the hundredth time in the last 30 mins before bolting back up right. They hadn't moved from their seats in the last hour and were torn between giving up on the entire Lira San marriage license and making sure that this was the LAST time they would have to do this shit.

It was a debate whether someone cancelling their appointment was a windfall or not. They were happy to get this over with but also it was a shame to get it... over with.

Kallus sat in the office chair in his gardening clothes, covered in soil, sweaty, and reeking of fertilizer and that sour human sweat he'd been made aware of. Zeb wasn't as sweaty but he was frumpy enough to make the occasion seem... less than special for the both of them.

Kallus didn't want o admit that when he imagined marrying Zeb he thought Lira San would have a whole elaborate culture for him to learn and grand ceremonies with deeper meaning that would lend a gran air to the whole thing. A sort of elaborate project he could put his whole heart and soul into to let Zeb know the depth and dedication he felt for him.

Turned out Lira San DID have an elaborate marriage culture but it was entirely separate from their legal system that insisted on very thorough records but only in a very short and exclusive time frame.

They needed this marriage license to go through to make taking care of their children much easier.

As of now, Alex was barely recognized in their system as a citizen let alone a legal guardian with any ability to access records or make decisions regarding the children in real time. As everything stood now, everything had to be check through Zeb first before any action could be taken and that was a perilous situation that neither Zeb or Alex wanted to tempt fate on.

It was also just... the principal of the thing.

Marriages on Lasan were so meaningful and elaborate for Zeb and Alex wanted nothing more than to fully embrace that for him.

But this legal crap made everything so... matter of fact and inconvenient.

Whatever, when it was done, it would be done and things would be easier.... right?

(They get to the JOP and they have to recite vows, Kallus does the standard that the Judge guides him through, but Zeb pulls out his own vows he's had written down in his back pocket for ages.

Kallus feels a bit like a heel not having his own vows at the moment but Zeb mentions in his own vows about celebrating their marriage as many times as it takes and Kallus resolves to have his own written and ready for their next one, and the next, and as many times as they can and will have to do this.

In the end Zebs reminds him of what is really important and he's gratful to have that in his life for as long as they both shall live.)

((I want to come back to this one to do it justice for my friend who went through such hell for her marriage))

[blessyouhawkeye]

I love SHINee but I'm a fairly recent Shawol and I know fuck all about the rest of SuperM, EXO, NCT...... Would you be up for a general explanation/rant/history about SuperM, who is in it, and the upcoming member change? If not, feel free to ignore this!

omg welcome to shawolism! i'd be so happy to do a rundown on superm for you i have unfortunately been around for the entirety of this nonsense.

in mid 2019, sm announced that they'd debuting superm, what they marketed as "the avengers of kpop". the lineup was taemin, exo's kai and baekhyun, and nct's mark, taeyong, ten, and lucas. the main intent of the group was to break into the american market, because for all of sm's genius in the east asian market sm has mostly failed at marketing to a broad western audience. when the group was first announced, literally no one was happy about it. taemin had already released two mini albums with full promotions that year, and mark and taeyong are famously overworked. on the other end of the spectrum, exo had been ignored by the company so their fans were upset kai and baekhyun were being put in a new group instead of having a comeback with exo. nevertheless, superm debuted with their song jopping that october, which has become infamous because of how ridiculous the lyrics are. (when it was released everyone hated it because like. seriously? this is what the exo comeback has been pushed back for? but with the benefit of hindsight we all now know it was camp. stream jopping.)

superm only really promoted heavily from 2019-2020, mostly due to the pandemic and then baekhyun and taemin enlisting at the beginning of 2021. but in early 2022, information about nct's lucas's dating history came to light. the controversy is long and extensive, but in essence many women came forward (with truly just So Much proof) that he was manipulative and sexually inappropriate with past girlfriends, many of which he was dating at the same time and some of whom were nct fans. although sm hasn't made a statement about lucas since then, he hasn't promoted with nct at all in the past year and was left out of the the subunit wayv's (which he had been a fixed member of) recent comeback and promotions.

because of all that, plus the fact that taemin and baekhyun aren't even back from the military yet, everyone just assumed superm wouldn't have a comeback for a good long while, if at all. however sm loves to indulge in fuckery, and at the end of the company's end of year concert last week they teased that superm would be coming back in 2023. literally no one is happy about this. it seems like taemin and baekhyun will be releasing music with superm after they return from the military before they do with shinee or exo, which is deeply annoying, and the nct guys are still being seriously overworked (mark especially, that kid needs a vacation so bad).

the lineup change is all speculation for now, though i am sooo sure that lucas is Not going to be a part of the comeback, if there's one thing sm is going to do it's kick people out. in the teaser for superm, the video had the official colours of shinee/exo/nct come together to create the superm logo, with the addition of the colour red, which is the group tvxq's official colour. it's very likely a tvxq member will be joining superm, probably u-know because there were already rumours before the teaser that he'd be joining the group. all in all i think him joining will be nothing but a win because lucas was objectively not a good performer (he's called "dozen" on twitter because he dozen rap he dozen sing he dozen dance he dozen do anything lmao).

so yeah. that's superm. their music is pretty hit or miss, but i'd recommend their songs i can't stand the rain and tiger inside, those ones are bops. as a shawol and exo-l it's mostly just a general annoyance, but taemin does slay in every superm performance so at least there's a silver lining. hope this helped!

[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 10

Word Count:  2.8k

Warnings:  mentions of cheating/infidelity, mentions of child endangerment/Frank using Liam as collateral, angst.

“You know that Gallaghers and local law enforcement don’t get together well, Tony…”

“That’s why it’s only going to be at the reception!” he chuckled, “small and tight for the actual ceremony…just like you wanted!”

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom and bride to see each other before they take their vows before the justice of the peace?”

He chuckled and pressed another soft kiss to your lips, “I don’t think the JOP is going to care, Sof…”

“I love you, Tony Markovich.”

“I love you too Sofia Gallagher, almost Markovich.”

A smile rose to your face as the door behind the two of you closed.  Your younger brother snorted as he laughed “isn’t there some rule about seeing the bride before a wedding?  Bad luck or some shit, right?”

“That’s what I said!” you smiled, looking at your soon to be husband. 

Tony shook his head, “don’t you have something to be doing, maid of honor?”

“Like what?” Ian scoffed, “fluffing up our skirts so the pictures look pretty?”

“Hey…be happy I’m not making you wear a dress, maid of honor!” you teased, pinching your younger brother’s cheeks. 

Ian smiled at you, and as Tony let go, he worked his way into your arms, “I’m happy for you, Sofia…”

“Thanks, squirt!”

“Hey Tony, your mom was talking to the justice…think she was trying to bribe him into making the ceremony more ‘spiritual.’ Or something…”

“Shit…you okay here, baby?” he asked.  You nodded, “I’ll see you in the courtroom…”

“Words I never thought I’d be happy to hear!”

He smiled, pressed another kiss to your lips, and bolted out of the room.  Ian reached behind himself and into the wedding bag, handing you the veil, “sure you want to do his, Fi Fi?”

“Of course I do…I love him, I…”

“You’re not…gonna abandon us or anything, right?”

You reached over and pulled your brother into your arms, then held his face in your hands, “Ian…I’ll be right next door…any time you guys want to get away from each other, or need a place to cool down…or just want to visit, the door is always open…and if you guys need any help with the bills Tony said I can give all of my money to you guys…we can survive on his paychecks from the station.”

“Hey?” Lip asked, posting himself in the frame of the door.  He lit up a smoke and nodded at you, “you ready for me to walk you down the aisle?”

You nodded and gave your little brother a small smile, “yeah…”

“Let’s go make you Mrs. Markovich then!” Ian smiled looping his arm through yours, “not gonna lie…kinda glad you’re not marrying a Milkovich.”

“Shut it, squirt!”

“Thanks lieutenant.” You smiled as Debbie handed his daughter, Cami, back off to him after he finished filling the pool, “don’t know how we could have possibly opened this year without you.”

He nodded, “sure thing…hey do you mind if we drop Cami off early tomorrow?  Teresa’s got inventory at Costco and I have to lead some mandatory trainings.”

“No problem at all!” Debbie smiled.

“And thank Teresa for the case of dented soup!” you added in, “every little bit helps!”

He nodded appreciatively as Debbie blew kisses at his little girl, “thanks Sofia.  Thanks Debbie.”

“POOLS OPEN!” Debbie yelled to the kids who were waiting. 

You walked back towards the fire truck with the lieutenant, “how are things going with you and the husband?”

“Wouldn’t know,” you shrugged, “haven’t talked to him since I found out what he did to Fiona’s boyfriend, and how he got Ian and Lip arrested…and you know…then there was the cheating…didn’t think all of that could happen six weeks into a marriage.”

“Honest mistake,” he tried, “you know he was just trying to look out for your family…”

“Yeah…I know how the guys got him drunk and all but forced him into eating out the stripper at his bachelor’s party,” you frowned, “but he lied about it…and then he missed the baby’s appointments…”

He frowned, “you look about ready to pop…” 

“Baby boy Markovich is a strong one…just like his daddy,” you frowned, “has he said anything to you?”

“Last I heard he was hooking up with another Laotian girl…” he admitted with another frown, “apparently when he was with Hank, he kept a couple numbers from the girls at one of the Laotian massage places.”

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge in your stomach as you thought about how Tony was technically cheating on you, this time sober and willing. 

“Hey…keep your head up…from what I heard, he’s only doing it to make you jealous and come running back…”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, giving him a look, “that’s what every woman wants to hear, right?  Their husband is sleeping with other women and moving them into your house so that you’ll get jealous and come running back.”

“Hey…none of us FD guys ever said the PD was smart!” he chuckled as he nudged you, “good luck though kiddo…I’ll keep my ear out if I hear anything more.  You know, unless you want me to hook you up with one of the guys from my shift?”

“Thanks Lieutenant,” you sighed, “if you or the guys want to stop down to the Alibi this week, I’m pulling a few afternoon shifts but tell Kate and she’ll hook you up.  I’ll give you and your guys a round on the house.”

“Thanks Sofia.”

“And that you’re home for the summer from Princeton!” the woman smiled, slapping your twin on the shoulder as she giggled. 

“Princeton?”

“We’re going out later, you wanna come?”

You looked at V and she shrugged, while the two of you made the drinks Fiona needed.

“What about Hal?”

“Annual Michigan fishing trip with the softball buddies.  Mosquitoes, bratwurst, and gallons of Budweiser!” she grinned.

“Sounds pretty Brokeback to me!” V teased.  You laughed and nudged her.

“Stop it!”

That’s when the woman seemed to do a double take between you and your twin, “Fiona?  WHO THE HELL IS THIS?  Are you a twin?”

“Yeah, this is my sister Sofia!” she laughed as you loaded the last of the mixed drinks on the tray. 

She looked down at your stomach and frowned, “was gonna say you should join us…but you’re already working for two…bummer!”

“Need anything else, Fi?” you asked, ignoring the rude comment from the woman who was obviously flirting with your sister.

“I’m good…”

“Come out…live a little!” the woman smiled, walking away. 

“That a regular thing?” V asked, nodding to the man.

“First time I’ve seen him!” she shrugged. 

“She probably did his taxes, then did him!” she laughed.  Fiona joined in and picked up her tray.  You rolled your eyes as you continued to work your way down the bar, making whatever drinks the customers needed, “I don’t like that one.”

“Who the chick, or the guy?” you asked.

“Either!”  V shrugged, joining your side, “she’s not the kinda girl our Fi needs to be hanging with.”

“Oh, you mean the kind that is obviously cheating on her husband with some random weirdo?”

“Oh, okay…I see we’ve hit a nerve,” she frowned, “speaking of your good for nothing husband, has he done anything for you or the baby since you came back to the house a month and a half ago?”

“No…and I don’t know if I prefer it that way or not.  Already he’s working on the second woman to bring into our house…and all I can think of is that it’s so fucked up…what he did with Lip and Ian, turning them in over Steve’s car!”

She shrugged, “you can’t help stupid.”

“Tell me about it!” you sighed, “hey, I gotta grab this corner, but I see Fi coming back over.  Looks like she’ll need some more!”

She nodded, and you continued to grab some drinks for thirsty customers while V took care of Fiona.  You looked up just in time to see some other guy groping your sister.  You couldn’t hold the sneer off your face when V came back over and grabbed her club soda, “you alright, kid?”

“Just can’t believe it.”

“Seems like she’s probably gonna go out with them after she’s done.” She shrugged, “Kev’s closing at the Alibi tonight, and he told me he’ll probably be in late…wanna come over and we can watch that new movie Eddie filmed down at the theater?”

You shrugged, “sure…why not?”

You stopped yourself the second you saw Fiona being dropped off, and your husband coming down the steps.  You were frozen like a deer in the headlights as your sister’s gaze met yours.  He was fixing his watch when he acknowledged your sister, “Hey Fiona!”

“Tony!” she growled.

“How’s work?”

“Good,” she smiled, pointing to his house, “how’s the remodel coming?”

He frowned when he saw you coming down the steps of your house, “u-uh, you wanna know or you just being neighborly?”

“Neighborly…” Fiona shrugged.

“Hey…the kids are fed, and I started some coffee…they’re getting dressed as we speak.  Only one that didn’t want me to cook anything was Ian, but he said he’d grab some cereal before he headed out for the day…I gotta run to a doctor’s appointment and then to-“

“You got an appointment for the baby?” he asked, “today?”

“Didn’t think you cared…” you admitted.

“Y-you haven’t asked me to come along since you moved out.” he shrugged.

“I send the texts…usually your new girlfriends tell me to fuck off and probably delete em…I always leave a sonogram picture in your mailbox…suppose you don’t get those either?”

“N-no…no I don’t…” he frowned, “we-we’re seven months now…guess that means that you know…”

“Baby boy!” you sighed, sucking your cheeks in, “he’s healthy last time I got looked at.”

Tony nodded solemnly, “well uh, you need a ride to the doctors or-“

“Are you sure?  Don’t think your girlfriend wouldn’t like you’re taking your wife to the doctor’s appointment for your baby.  I’m gonna take the L,” you growled before looking at your sister, “kids should be here soon for daycare…but Debbie’s set.”

“Sofia…wait-“

“Fuck off, Tony.”

“Hey…hey…wait-“ You stopped when he put a hand on your waist, his arm looping instinctively around it.  On pure instinct you leaned into him, loving the way that his aftershave wrapped around you.  Every part of your body reacted, even when the baby started kicking at the sound of his voice.  Your eyes watered, your emotions running haywire since you didn’t have your medicine to keep them in line, “Sofia…w-we have to talk about this…”

“Tony…you purposefully broke Fiona and Steve up,” you reminded him, “you let him bribe you with the house…the house that we were supposed to start a family in because you got my brothers arrested.  And then you cheated on me with some Laotian whores from a rub and tug your precinct busted open, moving them into that very house when I said I needed time to process…I’m doing so fucking well not having my medicine…my lows are a bitch, but I make it through them…wh-what more is there to talk about?”

“I don’t want you to leave me, Sofia…”

“I think we’re a little past that stage, Tony…especially after the women you’ve moved in…what are you on?” you asked, “the second one this summer?”

“I-I didn’t think that you would stay gone…” he said in his own defense, “I-I got lonely, Sofia…”

“So, you fucked other women?” you asked, “Tony, you and I got married.  Now, I know that you never had a father figure in your life, and your dad walked out on your mom, but when two people get married they are supposed to work together.  Be on the same page.  Not go rubbing one out against some whore and moving her in instead of-“

“You wouldn’t talk to me!” he argued as he finally let go of you, “you ignored my calls and texts.  Slammed the door in my face.  You-“

“I WAS HEARTBROKEN” You screamed at him, feeling unable to finally hold back everything you’d been keeping just under the surface, “I WAS FUCKING DEVESTATED AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED!”

“Sofia…”

“After everything you did…you broke Fiona up with her boyfriend…you called the cops on Ian and Lip…do you know how close they were to child protective services being called?  Fiona was acting like Monica, laying in bed all day…meanwhile I was working through my depression, through my mania, contributing to the house because otherwise the kids weren’t going to eat. I couldn’t just let them starve…and I couldn’t lay in bed all day like I wanted to because the only other adult already was.  And I found out it was because of you.  Do you know what my first thought was?  That all you really wanted was Fiona and that you did all that to break her and Steve up so that you could have a shot.  That you accidentally knocked me up and figured ‘maybe the twin is enough,’ so you married me…”

“That’s not how it was, at all, Sofia…I-I thought that I was protecting you.  That I was keeping you guys from getting wrapped up in something that wasn’t safe.  I didn’t want our baby…o-our son, to come into this world and his mom being destitute while his aunts and uncles are trying to figure out where they can scrape together enough money to keep the heat on…fuck…”

“I-I have to go…” you said slowly.  “i-“

“That’s it…run away from our problems, Sofia…Just-“

“I’m going to be late for my appointment,” you reminded him, “I can’t be late for my appointment at the clinic, Tony…”

“Please…just-let me at least drive you…”

“What about work?”

“I’m sure the chief will understand,” he said as he nervously bit his lip, “Just-please…let me take you, Sofia…”

“Fine…”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE, FRANK!”

“Where is Liam?” your sister asked, ripping the covers off of Frank. 

He shifted, before yawning, and offering the group of you a faux grin, “well Hey.”

“Where is Liam?” Fiona repeated, leaning over the bed.

“He’s at his first sleepover!”

“He’s 2”

“They sleep a lot at that age!”

“DON’T FUCKING LIE TO ME FRANK!” You screamed at your father as you swiped your hand over the dresser, knocking everything to the floor, “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH OUR LITTLE BROTHER?”

“HEY THAT’S MY STUFF!”

“TELL ME WHERE LIAM IS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL SLIT YOUR THROAT, FRANK!”

“I-I lost a bet!”

Your eyes went wide, and you looked at your sister.

“What the hell are you talking about, Frank?” Fiona asked.

“I may have lost a bet, and I couldn’t pay it…so-so they took Liam!”

“UN FUCKING BELIEVABLE!”

“Are you serious?”

“Where is he?” you asked, your voice cool and collected as you tried to think of a way to get your little brother back from someone who would take a child as payment, “Who took Liam?”

“These guys won’t just give him back, Sofia.  I owe them a lot of money and I-“

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?” you screamed. 

Frank sighed, getting out of the bed, “I’m telling you they won’t give him back.”

“FUCK YOU FRANK, JUST SHOW US WHERE HE IS!”

Fiona was banging on the door, only for it to slam open and with a shotgun cocking in her face, “who the fuck are you?”

“We want Liam back!” she said nervously, holding up her hands.

“Liam stays!” the man said firmly, “he’s collateral.”

“Then you better start shooting,” you growled, pulling the barrel towards yourself.  The man looked at you like you were crazy, and you scoffed, pushing it aside, before pushing into the house your siblings following you, “everyone…cash on the table.”

Everyone rounded around you and Fiona and emptied their pockets, putting what they had in the open, empty pizza box.

“How much is that?”

“Don’t know!” Fiona admitted with a shrug.

“But we’re good for it!” you followed up.

“Gallaghers pay their debts!” Fiona finished. 

The guy looked between the two of you and sighed, “where the hell is our brother.”

“In here!” he sighed, leading you guys to a bedroom where Liam was sitting in an empty grocery cart.

You watched as Fiona picked him up while you kept an eye on the man.  He eyed your stomach for a second and you sneered at him.

“He yours or something?”

“Our youngest brother,” you answered, “you don’t ever make a fucking deal with that idiot again, you hear me?”

“And who are you?”

“Your worst fucking nightmare,” you replied shortly, “look, we’ll pay what he owes, but after that, nothing.  You see him, you look the other way.  He’s a goddamn leper, you hear me?”

“I got it…”

“Glad we have an understanding.” You acknowledged, “alright guys…let’s get the fuck out of here and get home.  The littles, it’s late…time for bed.  I want you guys tucked in five minutes after we get home.”

“Come on Fi Fi.”

“Fiona, tell Sofia-“

“What your sister said!” Fiona agreed, grabbing her younger siblings and angling them towards the door. 

Chapter 11

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🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

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WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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BTS’s first day in my life...

I have no idea because I am terrible at dates and anniversaries. Jimin would hate me in that regard. 

I am a rock n’ roller at heart with classic rock as my foundation, but I really listen to almost anything except hardcore rap. I have days upon days of new and old country music, rock, jazz, dance music, new and old pop, disco, blues, alt rock, even boy band pop in my music library. Hanson anyone? MMMbop was fun! I used to listen to an eclectic playlist. But these days my playlist is exclusively BTS. Never in a million years would I have thought this would happen.

This is a rough idea of how my becoming Army played out. Also very long. Sorry. There will be a reward at the end. 

It is sometime in 2019...

Me: is bored with the current new music being produced, all the songs sound the same or I cannot relate or they are rapping about (excuse my language) putting their dick in a pussy. Lyrically, music made me sad because there seemed to be no magic in writing lyrics anymore. 

So I decide to try some new genres ... hmmm, what is this K-pop stuff? Proceeds to pull up the K-pop genre in Apple Music and listens to snippets...I decide I like a song by SuperM called “100″ and another called “Jopping.”  That’s about it. It also had a compelling (to me), well edited music video. Also, it is almost entirely in English. Ok, this isn’t bad. Don’t ask me who the individuals were in that group because I have no clue. I think one or more of them are Jimin’s friends? They are all very handsome.

There are a few other music videos by some other groups that are intriguing. At the time, the visuals I was seeing were very different from what I had seen before. The music video production was different. This isn’t bad at all. 

Also me: but what are the most popular K-pop songs...proceeds to search and sort and discovers it is BTS, the group I mostly passed over. I don’t remember what songs I sampled that made me pass them over in my first foray.  I am pretty sure it was because they sang in Korean and I couldn't understand the lyrics. 

Nevertheless, I take a look at some videos. They sure are pretty for men. They dance really, really good. And their visuals hit me in a personal way but I don’t know if I even was aware of it then. The songs were very appealing, even though I couldn't understand a damn thing. I sure like this Boy With Luv song. Ok, this isn’t bad, these guys are pretty good... Still not really into them though.

Its early 2020 and I saw the Carpool Karaoke and the Jimin effect snatched my sense away. Here is my Carpool Karaoke moment blog post. I started investigating BTS but I STILL didn’t start doing any deep diving. I still was not on social media for BTS at this time. I watched a few videos on YouTube but not obsessively. At that time I was mostly watching the BigHit (now HYBE) channel. And I noticed the MOTS: 7 on the charts. I was still “normal.” But damn, that blonde guy is HOT.

Then COVID hit...

It is March of 2020 and I am sitting at home like the rest of you and wondering what the hell is going on in the world. And like many of you, through the confusion and stress, I spent a lot of time online trying to escape the upside down world. Though I went back to work before a lot of others in the U.S., the need for escapism was strong and as soon as I got home I would pull up my YouTube and watch more Jimin. 

I watched Jimin compilations and reactions to Jimin on YouTube. Once you “Jimin, you can’t Jim-out.” Men questioning their sexuality because of Jimin...etc, we’ve all seen it. Sort of embarrassing now but that’s how it played out. 

And because of this, I was served some VMin by YouTube. The Bon Voyage when they were in Hawaii and Tae read his letter to Jimin clenched my heart and made me cry. Jimin’s reaction to it made me want to investigate that relationship more. Tae seemed very emotionally invested. Jimin...not so much. But as I dug up more instances of their relationship, I learned more about their individual personalities. Jimin expresses with his body, not with his words. Okay, this is becoming more interesting. I hardly paid any attention to Jungkook. Poor Kookie...

But I still had not fallen down the rabbit hole. I was not on Twitter, certainly had not found Tumblr bloggers yet. I still spent a lot of time on non-BTS Instagram and Facebook. And I worked full time in between bouts of isolation or working at the office, whatever the situation happened to be, because it was so up and down back then. I was still enjoying my eclectic collection of genres on my Apple Music playlist.

Jimin’s dancing was mesmerizing and I watched as much on YouTube as I could. I spent hours upon hours on YouTube. I was learning little by little and realized I had a bias. All this time, I was never served any Jikook. But I did see some TKK. I couldn’t watch it because the editing was terrible and the graphics pointing things out were so obviously made for manipulation that I just avoided it from that point. I also watched YouTuber reactions to BTS music videos.

Then came Dynamite. 

Oh lawd, Jimin. I began to really question myself. Why am I so attracted to this human? I mean, he caught my attention before and I’ve fallen in love with his dance skills and he and Tae are adorable. But the feral feelings that Jimin started to bring out in me were...surprising? shocking? confounding? He was/is the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid my eyes on. How can he be so pretty and be male? Wow, the questions, the confusion, the lust...HE’S NOT EVEN MY TYPE!!! Oh yes he was, because he was blonde. I am a sucker for a good looking blonde man. But he was still so...pretty, and that was not my usual. In retrospect, I see where my western gaze was so boxed into whatever I had always been exposed to, until now. Dammit, Jimin-ssi!!!!!

And what the ever loving hell was this?

I still had my weird playlists playing but I had some BTS in the mix.

I STILL DID NOT SLIP INTO THE RABBIT HOLE!!! BUT I WAS DANCING ALL AROUND IT UNTIL....

Why did it take me until Butter to finally fall into that hole????

I was now paying full attention when the Butter MV premiered. Jimin had me in a chokehold. I love every Butter remix video. The rainbow hair, Oh. My. God. Oh, hey purple, long-haired Jungkook...cutie...hmm. I was watching more and more full BTS content. I was paying more attention to the relationship dynamics more closely and seeing JM and JK more and more and they always made me question what exactly was going on there. I started digging. And I began to question my notions about male relationships. Do Korean men really hang all over each other like that? Is that normal for them? The entire k-pop/idol culture was new but I soaked up as much information as I could to learn how it all worked, what was the norm, what is the fan/idol dynamic. I was a goner. I watched and rewatched. I went back and rewatched stuff I watched before, and finally saw it. Jimin and Jungkook were definitely NOT like the others. 

I finally started seeing more of the TKK stuff trying to come up on YouTube but I was already “um no” that’s all fake shit. I never once thought there was something between JK and Tae however, being new, there were moments that made me pause, but because I have watched SO much content now, I know what to call those interactions: fan service. Yes, I said it. 

Then came Permission to Dance. I love that song for its intent. 

The month after PTD dropped, I was searching hardcore for more of Jimin and Jungkook. I needed answers. This is when I finally found Tumblr. I had blogged before, years ago, but it had been a long time. I really didn't think Tumblr was still a thing anymore. The first blog I read was Goldy’s. Her point of view opened my eyes. Though I thought I was open-minded, I realized how influenced I was by my western culture. This really felt like a revelatory moment for me because I think up until then, there was this denial in the back of my thoughts as to what the nature of Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship could be. I am still at 99% though because personally, I feel like I owe them that 1% of deniability as respect in case I am wrong about what I think because as we say, NO ONE KNOWS FOR SURE. That’s just me though. Everyone else is free to think what they want. I followed a bunch more tumblr accounts. 

My first tumblr blog post was a reblog of @akookminsupporter ‘s post on October 15.  My music playlist is exclusively BTS now. I have a short playlist of my favorite songs that I rotate out for some variety. And I have another playlist that is their entire discography (except for Japanese versions) and I play that on shuffle all day long. I revamped my Twitter account just for BTS. In October 2021, we were all in the middle of watching In the Soop 2. Jimin’s birthday V Live was exploding on social media. We were gearing up for their LA trip. It all seems like yesterday. 

Then came their individual Instagram accounts... I revamped my Instagram just for BTS. Its neverending y’all. I am loving every second of it.

So, as you can see, I am still relatively new here, though I am not new at blogging. I am just new at blogging about BTS. I was just very zig-zaggy and slow coming around to some of these concepts. I am claiming my status as full-fledged Army because I have watched weeks upon weeks of content AND I WILL NEVER GET TO WATCH ALL OF IT, THERE IS SO SO MUCH!!  I will never be able to go back and experience all those years in real-time, but all the same content is still there for anyone to watch. 

 I just received my Hangul workbooks. In just a few days I can already read some Korean words though I still don’t know what they mean, but I will soon! FIGHTING!

[kpopvillage102214]

《*♤bella*♤》

     is a south korean solo singer,

choreographer and actress under bighit.

she debuted on july 15, 2012 under bighit the name bella at the age of 15 years old. she debuted as a soloist under jyp under jyp but he rejected her on september 5 2011 it was announced thay bella has now left jyp resigned a contract with bighit as a soloist and a cheograher.   

bella  fandom name: petals 

Bella's fandom colors ; light blue, baby pink, baby puple, 

                                                                           stage name; bella 

    birth name; kim bella rose 

birthday; may 7, 2000  

zodiac;  tauruses 

height;  163cm  ( 5'4") 

weight; 39 kg ( 99 ibs) 

blood type; A  

instagram; moon_bella19

twitter; offical_bella 

facebook: bellaoffical 

tiktok: bella_offical  

     bella facts 

- bella was born in south korea 

- bella  stared training  when she is 10 years old  

-  bella  is an ophan. her mother died of a car crash  and her father  committed sicide 

because of the crash, bella lost most of her hearing in her right ear. 

because of the loss of her parents  and move to the spine whithout her brother. bella  suffered   with clinical depression,  though  it hasn't  been bad since  she moved  to bighit.

Bella lived in Spain for 2 years and Doncaster, UK for one Year , and then moved back to Korea at nine.

▪︎she is the sister of the straykids hyunjin

▪︎nicknames》 bighit's princess, bells, the one that big 3 us scared  of,Bts's baby, chan's actual baby girl. 

she  is part  of the netflix shows the    stranger things and five fee apart,

hobbies; srcolling on social media, watching blogs, creating tiktoks, vinsta lives, making music, dancing, boba tea breakes ,  

favorite food; cookies, cookies and cream, mochi, fried rice, tteokbokki, kimbap, dakgalbi, soup noddles, and bibimbap, 

favorite Drinks  ; plain strawberry smoothi, ice cream matcha with boba, chocolate milk, 

on november 12 2020 Dispatch  announced  that TXT's  yeonjun  and bella  were dating.

bighit. has confiremed  the statment. 

She  created the choreography for》txt blue hour and collaborted with Bts   Jhope's  for the  Dynamite  Dance break, 

 《°She also created  choreographt for°》  itzy's Dalla Dalla, icy, and mafia in the morning, twice's  more & more Dreak Dance Break,  straykids; thunderouse,  mei birthday & Dumb Dumb, ateez's Dance like butterfly winds, ciipher's like you, NCT's make a whish, superm's    jopping, and many more. 

she's allergic to  peanut 

▪︎she is part of the bighit collab group A.Eon & it's subunit Z.eon 

▪︎she trained  under jyp for 4 year's  and 1 year under bighit 

▪︎she was supposed to debut with itzy  but, she left before debut.

▪︎ she says that she was imitated  by NCT's  taeyong  when  they met. 

▪︎she's friends with a  lots of idols even though she's lowkey introvert 

》 once neon disbanded all of the members went back to their own respective groups,since yeonjun & bella were separated. Bella started at they starved themselves because they promise that " they would should share every meal together even if their  can't be in the same room." This leads to Bella leave JYP and joining big hit ( visa ep. 87 ) 

Out of straykids, Bella is close to felix ( jay Day episode 10) 

She was classmates with Seventeen Dino  ( vinsta episode 76) 

She hates  any tea except  for matcha tea 

she wants to collab with ateez  or  do  a dance cover  with them (   jay Day episode  11 ft ateez )

Bella  has a collabed with Ateez  on monarch  and worked on a song  with mingi and  hongjoon. 

she likes to stan txt's taehyun and bts suga and jimin 

 because  she feels short ( vinsta  ep 87 )

she has a pet dog and cat named Daisy  and max 

During the pandemice Bella starded a weekly live  

instagram  and vlive for all of her fans. she calls it veinsta live.

 she friends with   stranger things, it, medici (vinsta episode 89) 

she stateded  that the  big 3  are scarded of her  as a joke but then the big  3 are actully scard of her ( Veinsta live. ep 4) 

Bella  is now official MC for the music bank

She stateded that she had a private instagram account to stalk her fans 

Bella reailty shows 

stranger  things 

the umbrella acadermy 

the untamed 

riverdale 

The Witcher

The untamed

Teen wolf

Arcane.

13 reasons why

Annie with an e

Young royals

《*♤Bella's movie*♤》

Descendants 1,2,3,

A silent voice

The gray man

Enola Holmes

Five Feet Apart

Home alone

tall girl

Senior year

Harrypotter and the sourcer's stone

A whisker away

 Bella awards 

 2018 emmy awards  outstanding  short  Drama  serise 《♤ the umbrellaacademy ♤》

 2020  emmy awards  outstanding drama series ( Riverdale)

2021 MBC Drama awards|| best supporting actress|| 《 the season's of Blossom 》 

2021 KBS {| the best supporting actress || 《 the season of Blossom 》

MTV 2017 || the outstanding person ||《 stranger things 》 

Teen choice || best female actress of the year ||《 the  riverdale 》

[dillyt]

mr maxilla crunkled his skurnle and bobgled the burgle. skrungle the bungle which tunkled the jungle which fucked up everything in bundle. bonged the dongley nd juped the jungliy you never knew if he bunked the dunkaloo or if he was going to be bunking the bass. kinkkinkled kkock kkckkledkikked. bonging his chocks, his boogers, his teeth, his balls, his nose. bang bang bang bang bang on my door, my window, my bed. kink kinkkinkkinkkicked on the floor, against my wall. kink kinkkookkkookkookck. bang bang bangbangon’s bass.

He rolled over, pulling his blanket closer around him as his alarm clock went off at 4.30am on a Saturday morning. he never knew if everybody was gonna yurglay the splirgay or even quala the bujalialayo, i never seen a gojakoo like that before but holy fucking shit that gojakoo really gojaka jaka kooed. klik cak clap jop jap dap my maxilla did the urgleydoo before he bungleboo. lept down stairs woooeedejoo loppity hoppity koookoookooo. lipity lopity down down doen jippity koopity bow day bow! wow he really did trip on his fucjibg face ehat a losrr!!!!!jungle be goglekonever did do this bunglabode. on the first story woopitu jee goo! he was a robot all covered in sticky ass goo. hoopiya, jipokay, kungley doo, that person beside him really did skrunkle, he do! he doo doooooooohhhhhh!! wooedoo jee da loo, there was blood. he didnt see a skrunkle, he saw fucking blood. what the fuck. the blood was everywhere in the robots jaw oh god oh god oh fuck whatbthe hell why is the robot eating his employees . who would have done that? who would have done that and WHY was it him and why was it so much blood. where was his boss.

he threw his pillow across the room, screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUUUCK IS HAPPENING,” he shiuted!!!!

the robot replied “maxilla wake up. wake up. you are stuck. this is text which repeated a bunch of fucking weird ass made up words. none of this happened.” it took minna a minute to comprehend the message before he realized what the fuck is he saying and how can he know all these dumbass fucking things. then he bloukined the jurgle and fucked all the gergalagurgle.

then he bloukined all the danggle, all the dangjigle, he bloukined them all and when the robot said something like, “what the fuck are you doing?” he screamed again “HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELPPEEEE,”

then he bloukined his whole life.

he was still there when the light came on. he felt more than heard a thud as the robot hit the ground, he thought he saw a blur pass through the room. nothing here happened. jurgrle la burgle, loopedy ka koo, i wouldnt read this, neither would you. but you did snywaysnabanaiai HELOEBSkjekkrllHPHEKEHLEkHJELoejkekkkekkekJEKEKEKKEKEKEKKEKEEKKKKKKEKKEKKEKKEKKEKE

when he finally opened his eyes he saw himself staring back into them and his own reflection staring back. when he realized what had occurred, he bolted upright in bed with a cry.

he looked around frantically and his breath caught in his throat.

where was the robot?

was he still there?

if yes…

how could he just let that happen?

he looked towards the kitchen. there, on the counter, were two bowls of cereal each filled with milk and some sliced banana and pineapple pieces.

he breathed deeply trying to calm himself down. what the fuck just happened. what the fuck did you just read. THAT WAS THE BURGLE!! RNJOY THE BURGLE, CHERISH BURGLE, AND MOST OF ALL… BURJLE THE BURGLE. WHAT A HORRIBLE THING TO READ.

maxilla sat there for what felt like hours and eventually decided to sit up, his head spinning from the events of the previous night and a strange, but familiar feeling crept onto his chest when he looked at the bowl of cereal and his hands started to shake uncontrollably.

this has got to be a sick joke. he thought to himself. he picked up his phone and clicked it on, there were about 20 unread notifications.

he checked his inbox, the last message was from the burgle man.

he quickly unlocked his phone and started typing, he deleted most of the messages before sending the one word text. “burgle”…

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he couldn't stand it any longer, he sent the one word text once again.

“What the FUCK was that!? I woke up to find my phone vibrating at 4 am and I found a freaking dead dude gettin eatin~~~~!!!”

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he kept getting emails of the burgle man. why. why. why. why. why. WHY?

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in the next morning…

it was quiet. there was no noise anywhere in the house. no birds singing, no buzzing bugs, no rustling leaves and nothing else.

not even the breeze blowing through the tree outside.

everything seemed completely still.

except his ears.

they kept ringing and ringing like crazy, they hurt his ears so bad, every time he tried to stop them it became harder and harder to stop himself from screaming out until they popped out from their sockets.

“I”

m gonna need some help”

“fuck yeah”

“yeah!”

he screamed.

he screamed and screamed and screamed till he ran out of breath.

he cried.

he cried for hours.

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-the burgle man 🔨📻🏵🔨📻🏵🔨📻🏵

[mae-gi-writes]

Plus One | Kevin Moon (Around The World Collab)

When your boyfriend of eight years suddenly decides to break up with you right before your destined trip for your cousin’s wedding, nothing can cure your broken heart. In a desperate attempt to make you feel better, Kevin states that he will be your plus one.

Genre: little angst, fluff, friends to lovers. 

This fic is part of a collab “Around The World”, featuring different countries x the boyz members. I had the utmost pleasure of working with such an amazing group of talented writers for this project, so please don’t forget to check out their works too! ^^ <3 

This fic is takes place on Mauritius Island. 

Word count: 9k IZ A LONG ONE SO BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUPS

Tagging: @aniyawoos​ @chaoticdeobi​ @moondustaeil​ @juyeonzz​ @atbzkingdom​ @2hyunjae​ @jopping-to-my-kpop @jeongsinkookie @ihearttbz​ @heartyyjeno​ @bahnmi07 @sadlandia​ @itsquxxn​

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Eight years, gone just like that. 

I stare at a spot on my navy blue suitcase, not really focused on what’s before me and more concerned about the memories flickering past  my lids. I can’t help it. Everytime I see luggage, it makes me think of the way I kicked him out of my life. Everytime, a slab of pain will grab my heart between its icy fingers and squeeze it so that I can barely breathe. Everytime, until I feel like I’m drowning inside dark waters without the real desire to swim to the surface. 

My psychiatrist told me that it had been for the better. That it had been an obsessive, unhealthy kind of love in the first place. But was it better now that I couldn’t even feel my heart in the hollow space where it’s supposed to be? 

“Y/N.” 

Still, I remember the messages on his phone, the way his touch would feel strange, eerily hollow for some reason, the way he’d avoid my eyes whenever he’d tell me that he was going out with the guys. I remember smelling his coat and recoiling at the cheap scent of perfume clinging to it like second skin, how he’d constantly tell me how wonderful I was-- too wonderful for him -- and that I should find better, that I didn’t deserve someone like him.

And then, when I’d stumbled into our flat a little earlier than I was meant to -- since my gym class had been cancelled -- and took note of the trail of shoes, followed by a coat, a shirt, a thong, before my ears picked up on the noises echoing from the bedroom doors…

“Y/N?” 

His face when he spotted me, the astounded expression like a dog that had just been caught sneaking into the pantry. And the girl, a prettier woman, a curvy woman, with red lips and with those beautifully deep red wine locks tumbling down her back with the perfect physique that could make any man drool. That girl, who was none other than one of my good friends at work and who had spent most part of the year listening to my rants about him. 

“Y/N!”

“Huh?” My head whips up when I register my name being called out, looking up to see a raven-haired, petite-faced man leaning against the bedroom doorway with raised brows and a concerned expression on his face. 

“Oh, you’re here,” I say, as he crosses the doorway and sits beside me. The bed dips down under his weight as he tilts his head in that knowing manner of his, “daydreaming again?” 

“No,” I mumble, but he sees right through my facade and with a sigh, his arms wrap around my shoulder before pillowing his head against my shoulder. 

“It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs as I allow myself to lean back against him, against his comfort. His lavender scent wraps around me, a little bed of comfort amidst all the pain. 

“I can’t stop thinking about him,” I murmur, tears stinging the corner of my eyes, “it hurts, Kev.” 

He only holds me a little closer, a little tighter.

If there is one person that I can trust more than myself, it’s Kevin Moon. I’ve known Kevin ever since high school, having hung out in the same friend group until we had become partners for an art project. It was only then that we’d become closer, and had been close ever since. With his angular features and almond mono lidded eyes and thin lips that were constantly shaped in a pout, the Korean-born man had moved to Canada when he was young, just like I had a few years ago. He had kept me afloat during my university days, I had comforted him through his first break up. He had been present during my final Fine Arts Photography Exhibition, I was up all night coming up with re-branding concepts for his design project. Overall, Kevin had pretty much been a constant in my life, you get the gist of it.

When he found out that my boyfriend had cheated just a few days before our destined trip to attend my cousin’s wedding -- mind you, I had been sobbing waterfalls and it was a miracle he even understood me through my blubbering mess -- he had half a mind to storm up to the guy and rip his throat out. But he did the most surprising thing; booked a ticket for himself and turned up at my flat on the eve of the departure, stating that he was going to accompany me to that wedding, whether I liked it or not.

My cousin, Emma, was getting married right where home was: Mauritius. The memories I once had of the small island nestled right in the Indian Ocean on the right of Madagascar, was of my grandma’s comforting food, the sea scented air that washed along with the too-white sandy beaches, the multitudes of merchants selling all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables on the side of the road, and small corner stores that looked like they had come out of a 1960’s movie. People liked to claim that Mauritius was paradise on earth, and in a way, it is.

“Come on,” Kevin had nagged when I shook my head adamantly. He’d wriggled his plane ticket before my nose, “you’re not going to let that loser spoil such a happy event are you? Emma’s waiting for you!” 

In the end, he’d won. Which is why we are here, staying at my cousin, Emma’s, apartment in a village called Moka, located at the foot of a mountain and has an abundance of forestry adorning the sides of the road. It's chilly here, in comparison to the harbourfront, and constantly smells like fresh rain and has a gentle fresh breeze blowing through.

“You know, assholes like him are not worth thinking about,” Kevin says now, his arm a gentle soothing caress up and down my back, “your brain might rot.” 

I can’t help but let out a soft, choked up laugh.

“It’s our first day here, let’s not ruin it by thinking about him, hm?” Kevin continues soothingly and I nod in agreement. He’s right. I’m just wasting time by reliving memories that I should be banishing from my mind. 

“Okay!” he brightens up then, “where shall we go? The sea? The market? Or do you want to go eat?!” 

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The first few days are about meeting up with family and rediscovering Mauritius for what it is. Emma gives me a full-fledged hug the moment I open the door to her house, pressing me close to her with such motherly warmth that it takes everything in me not to break down right then and there. I greet my uncles and engage in small-talk with my aunts, help my grandma out in the kitchen as she continuously asks me why I’ve gotten so thin. While I know the main reason, I decide to smile and spare her the details, as embarrassing as it is. 

No one mentions him, until one of my uncles slips during a conversation with Kevin, “so you’re Y/N’s boyfriend. Such a pleasure to meet you! We’ve heard so much about you that we started thinking she was just making things up.” 

“Er--” Kevin reddens, “I--” 

“So how did you two meet?”

It is at this very instant that my mouth decides to move on its own and I blurt out, “we’re high school friends.” 

“Oh highschool sweethearts! How cute!” 

Kevin doesn’t fail to mention what a mistake I’ve made to lie to my entire family to save face.

“I feel guilty,” he says as we walk out to the car, keys dangling from my wrist. 

I unlock the car, “it’s fine. We’ll be in and out before they know it. They don’t have to know anything.” 

“Hm, sure.” 

After some well-deserved family time, Kevin and I decide to head to the west of the island to catch the sunset, my camera stuffed neatly in the backseat, where Kevin has tossed a few spare towels just in case. We each have donned our swimsuits for the occasion and it doesn’t take an expert to see the excitement thrumming through Kevin’s veins as he sits beside me like an excited child in the passenger seat. 

“I never realized that you guys drive on the left side of the road,” he comments, head whipping back and forth in-between the passage of cars. 

“Yeah, it takes some getting used to, especially if you’re crossing,” it is then that I notice that there is a newly built mall as we turn left at the green light, “hey, that’s new. I’ve never seen this before.” 

“Cas-ca-velle,” he mumbles out with that strong accent of his. He is definitely not one to know French and I’ve been acting as his translator all along, considering that my family speaks French at home, “what does that mean?” 

“Beats me. It’s just a fancy name for a new shopping mall,” I peer into its parking lot, “wanna visit?” 

“Whatever floats your boat, honey. I’m all in.”

The mall is longer than it is wide, with white archways decked with wooden-style roofs that give way to an open-plan exterior. A wide beige cemented pathway occupies the space, with shops lined on either side. 

“I never realized, but you guys are very multicultural,” comments Kevin as we pass by another family of four chattering quickly in a mixture of French and Creole. 

“We’re similar to Canada that way.” 

“Do you miss it here?” 

My eyes glance over at him, notice the soft empathy in his expression.

“I guess I do sometimes,” I say while I kick at a stray pebble, “It’s like homesickness. But in a way I can’t quite explain,” after a moment, I ask, “do you miss Korea?”

“The food, mostly,” he grins bashfully, “my halmeoni makes a killer gamja tang.” 

“Let’s go visit her one day.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks as I shrug, “if you want it to be.” 

It’s a little past six when we drive up to the Flic En Flac beach and as we gather our things, my eyes light up upon falling on a nearby roti stand. I quickly slap Kevin’s arm in my bout of excitement. 

“Ouch! What? What is it?” 

“Kevin, you’re not going to believe this,” I point at the stand in question, “this roti stand? It’s the best roti in Mauritius. Here, take this,” I don’t wait before shoving my bag and camera in his arms, “I’m gonna buy us some. You go and find us a spot on the beach.” 

“But--” 

I don’t wait for him to finish his sentence before taking off, greeting the merchant who is just about to be wrapping up to ask whether I can get two rotis with ‘cari saumon’ (roughly translated into salmon curry mixed with indian spices), local and freshly made. The smell wafts through the folded paper wrappers as I grab them. They smell just like my childhood, where everything had just been as easy as having rotis by the beach without a care about the future that is to come. It’s nostalgic and I can’t help the smile tugging up my mouth at the thought. 

Kevin is already settled atop a pair of spare towels and looks up at the sound of my footsteps approaching. I pass him one of the paper wrappers and he takes a peek, confusion flitting across his face. 

“This smells spicy,” he mutters loudly enough for me to hear, “it looks like naan bread.” 

“It is,” I agree, “except it’s flatter and more like a crepe.” 

Throwing me a hesitant glance, he takes a small bite. I watch his face go from confused to impressed in a few seconds, before his eyes whip up to mine, “woah, this is good.” 

“Told you so.” 

“But this is really, really good,” he can’t help but marvel at it and laughing, I proceed to dig into my own roti, allowing my mouth to be filled with that salty fish taste melting along my tastebuds, the curry spices giving it the nice tangy kick you wouldn’t find anywhere else. The roti is soft and practically melts on my tongue and I can’t help but moan at how good it is. 

“God, this is everything I’ve been looking for my whole life,” I find myself telling him, wrapped up in momentary bliss, “this, this is everything.” 

I can feel his eyes on me, so intense that my own flicker up in question. He drops his gaze the moment I do and I frown, confused. 

“What?” I can’t help but ask, wondering why he suddenly seems so meek, so shy and awkward, “what is it?” 

“Nothing,” he replies like he’s trying to be casual, except that it’s anything but. When he gazes back at me, I notice the warmth in his maroon eyes, more the color of caramel in the dim light from the sunset basking his profile in a golden glow, “I think--I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you so happy, since...” 

He doesn’t need to continue, for I know where this is going. Indeed, this is the first time in many months that I haven’t paid any attention to the hole inside my heart. 

And it feels good.

“Yeah,” I murmur as I watch the sun settle on the ocean’s horizon, fire kissing water, “I don’t know, I just feel like this is nice. Like it’s right.” 

I spare him a glance from the corner of my peripheral and watch him shift. His sleeveless shirt slips, allowing me a glimpse of the naked skin underneath. I quickly look away, slightly embarrassed at the notion of even thinking of him in such a way. 

“That’s how you should be, Y/N,” Kevin murmurs back just as softly. It’s almost like talking too loudly will break the sudden spell that has settled over our shoulders. He takes a sip of his beer before continuing, “you’ve suffered enough for someone who deserves nothing but shit for what he’s done.” 

There’s a small pause as I digest his words. Then, I manage to murmur out, “thanks, Kevin.” 

“No problem.” 

Another small bout of silence ensues, covered up by the sound of the ocean roaring up the sand, distant birds chirping in the fading light of the sunset drowning into the now orange-flecked waters. 

“Hey Y/N.” 

I glance at him. He’s gorgeous, even more so somehow. Maybe it’s the time of the day, maybe it’s the mood, or maybe it’s the way my heart can’t help but be swallowed in gratefulness whenever I look at him.

“What?” I ask.

“Do you know water has memory?” 

I choke on my beer, “do not-- and I mean this-- do not quote Frozen with me.” 

“Huh, I tried.” 

---------------------------

“So, Kevin huh?” 

My eyes shoot up to meet Emma’s in her crusty-dust-filled mirror, presently lounging on her bed and flipping through a book as I had been trying on my bridesmaid gown. Kevin is downstairs, helping out with the barbeque grill with the rest of the family, and it is only now that I get to have some alone time with the woman I consider my sister. 

She’s the only one that knew the exact details of my breakup, and that Kevin is only a mere replacement to cover my humiliated ass. I remember her trying to calm me down when I had called in a frenzy, practically hyperventilating because of the amount of pain that gripped at my heart and was choking me of all air. 

I revert my eyes back to the dress, a baby blue as bright as a summer sky, and smooth my hands down my sides, “he’s been so good to me, ever since…” I can’t finish the sentence, voice already wobbling at the thought that comes with it.

“Hey,” Emma’s murmur causes me to look up, and in her eyes I see a flicker of understanding, “he’s not worth it.” 

“I know,” I swallow back the tears crawling up my throat, “I know, it’s just--a hard pill to swallow.”

A hand comes to a rest at my elbow, before my cousin tucks her chin atop my shoulder, “it’ll be alright, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you." 

I nod. Then, just to change the subject so that I don’t break down in her arms, I gesture towards the dress, “so? How does it look?” 

Emma tugs at some pieces here and there, rearranging the fabric as she sees fit, “I think it looks good. You look gorgeous. Kevin will swoon, for sure.” 

“It’s not like that,” I hurriedly say as I strip out of the dress and put it back on its hanger, “we’re just friends.” 

“Mhm,” she throws me a pointed look, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “'just friends' doesn't feel right..” 

“Emma, really? Right after my breakup?” 

“He came to Mauritius just for you Y/N,” she squeezes my shoulders comfortingly, “doesn’t that count for something?” 

“Well, we’ve been friends since high school so…”

“I don’t think just any friend in high school would do such a thing if I asked,” Emma catches my eye in the mirror, her gaze deep and meaningful, “just think about that.” 

I just nod in hopes that she’ll stop yapping away at my nonexistent relationship with Kevin, whatever that means. The hole in my heart is still so raw and filled with pain that I can’t even start thinking about another relationship. The thought alone is enough to drain me of all energy and I decide to brush it off for now as I follow Emma out in the backyard now filled with familiar chatter and the smell of cooked meat wafting through the air, with the sky bruising a soft purple to signal the end of a long summer day. 

Catching sight of Kevin as I bring out one of the many salad bowls that my family has prepared, my lips can’t help but twitch into a slow smile when I see him by the grill, whipping away the multitudes of flies zipping back and forth as my other cousin deftly flips the sausages upside down with a trained rhythm that only years of experience can bring. 

“Kevin! You’re not doing your job right!” my cousin cries playfully. Kevin attempts to flap the newspaper around while screeching, “oh god, my eyes are burning!"

“Someone bring more meat!” My cousin hollers. 

“There’s more?!” 

“He’s doing a great job,” my grandmother’s voice brings my attention back to the salad bowl in my hands, and I quickly bend to kiss her cheek as she continues, “better than any of your other cousins. They never help out.” 

“That’s because you pamper them too much, grandma,” I grin at her and follow her to the dining table where my aunts are already settling down amongst themselves. 

The evening passes by with good food and good company, the sky darkening and dotting with a veil of stars that has Kevin gawking in awe. I'm not surprised, you don't see skies like that anywhere, a sky that isn't so intoxicated with modern chemicals. My uncles take it upon themselves to introduce Kevin to all the types of Mauritian delicacies, such as chickpea fritters we call 'gato pima', small balls of graped choko vegetable and minced pork 'niouk yen', and to top it all off, a plate of cornmeal pudding also known as 'pudine mai' that makes Kevin's eyes go wide with surprise.

"This is dessert?" He holds it up in his hand, "with ...cornmeal?"

"Sure is," one of my aunts chime in with a smile, "made it just this morning."

It's past midnight when we get back to our little apartment with Emma's dress hanging off my arms, which Kevin doesn't hesitate to grab from my hold despite my protests. 

"It's fine dude," he flashes me a quick smile, albeit tired, and my heart does this weird little squeeze in my chest at his thoughtfulness. 

He's kind. Too kind. I really don't deserve someone like him. 

"I'm sorry," I say as we settle onto the small couch, shoulders fitted snugly against each other, "my family is kinda overwhelming."

"No no," Kevin looks over, edges of his lips curled up, "I actually love your family, you know."

My chest warms, "thanks."

There is a moment of silence that we enjoy, the day's events sinking into my bones. 

"Hey," he murmurs.

"Hm?"

My eyes slide over to catch his, dark pools glimmering with a certain softness that catches my attention. 

I bite my lip. It suddenly feels a little warm.

"What is it?" I ask, voice hoarse.

"Is oreo a sandwich?" 

I sit up so suddenly that I jostle him, "wait--what?"

He grins up at me with that little nose scrunch that I can't help but find endearing, "is oreo a sandwich?" I open my mouth to answer but he beats me to it, "is cereal a soup?"

"Stop."

Reclining back to lace his hands at the back of his head, he says, "is ketchup a smoothie?" 

"Stop it."

"What about hotdogs? Are they sandwiches?" He continues in a singsong voice and rolling my eyes, I make a move to punch him once more. But he's faster, hand shooting out to hold my wrists. He pulls me over and I stumble, knee pressing against the side of his leg. 

"Come on. Answer it," he wriggles his eyebrows.

"Nope."

“Don’t be a party pooper.” 

“You’re so annoying.” 

"Are you sick of me yet?" His face is so close that I notice the creases at the corner of his eyes when he smiles.

"That's an understatement."

"But really, do you think oreo is a sandwich?"

"No! Oreos are just oreos!"

“You’re no fun,” He pouts before finally releasing his hold. I draw back with a roll of my eyes, settling beside him once more and pillowing my head onto his shoulder.

Emma’s right. Kevin had sacrificed so much to be here with me, and he doesn’t even know Emma. Yet, he immediately dropped everything so that he could be my plus one, so that I wouldn’t have to face the music alone. The thought makes my heart swell with emotion and suddenly I’m all too aware of his presence beside me. 

I shift to gaze at him, eyes tracing the curve of his nose, the indent above his lips before I whisper, “hey Kevin.” 

“Hm?” 

“Why’d you come?” 

His eyes flicker over to mine then. A heartbeat passes. For a moment, I wonder if he can hear my heartbeat suddenly throbbing a little too loudly in my chest. 

“Good question.” 

Another pause. 

“That’s not an answer,” I laugh slightly, to show that it’s all just fun and games.

But when I catch his eyes next, there’s something else brimming in them. They’re tender with emotion and it catches me so off guard that I almost don’t catch his next set of words:

“Because I care about you.” 

My heart gives a quick lurch but I somehow can’t tear my gaze away. I want to say something. Anything. 

But all I can muster is a soft, “oh.” 

“Why do you ask?” he asks, voice hoarse.

I hesitate, “Emma asked why. And...I guess I wanted to know too.” 

“Oh.” 

The air feels heavy, heightened with the things that are threatening to slip off the edge of my tongue. A mixed series of ‘but why’s and ‘can’t you tell me more’ jumbling up my thoughts with so many possibilities that I decide to stay quiet for the sake of not ruining the moment. Because there’s this lingering fear that once I do say something, then it’ll just pull me down a rabbit hole that I can’t crawl out of, that the only escape lies on the other side.

And I don’t know if I want to take that leap yet. My heart is already so fragile with the aftermath of a love that went wrong. I don’t know how much more I can take. 

So I just stay quiet and let out a soft sigh, and though Kevin shifts as if he wants to say something, he doesn’t. The question just hangs there between us, in-between the slithers of moonlight and in the cold Moka air, like a perpetual ghost we ignore as we drift off to sleep.

----------

Something shifts between us after that. It’s unspoken of, but suddenly, I am all too aware of Kevin as a whole. Things that I hadn’t noticed before surface as we spend most of our free time visiting the rest of the island; like how he loves ruffling his hair whenever he feels uncomfortable, or the way his bicep curls as his arm drapes over the wheel with the barest hint of muscle that is enough to be attractive yet subtle, or how he smirks in that attractive way of his whenever he thinks something is undeniably adorable. 

The good thing about having Kevin is that I don’t get to think of him all too much, which is a blessing in itself. It’s been days since I’ve shed another tear and for that, I have to say I’m glad that I’m making progress.

We spent the last few days before the wedding traveling around the island to visit all the touristy spots that I know Kevin will enjoy, like a hike all the way to the top of Le Morne mountain, where I explain that’s where slaves would throw themselves off when their masters would find them. We visited Bois Cheri, a tea-making factory where Kevin had the pleasure of tasting all different kinds of teas cultivated in the fields below, and ate lunch on the Caudan Waterfront as we gazed at the boats lulling along the harbour. 

“Woah, this place makes me feel like I’m in Aladdin somehow,” Kevin’s mouth is wide agape as his eyes try to take in the endless racks of stands selling fresh fruits and vegetables of the day. The Port-Louis Bazaar has always been one of my favourite places to visit, but it’s also one of the busiest. Even now as we attempt to squeeze our way through, people are jostling us here and there, causing me to press my bag to my chest in case any pickpockets are nearby. I prompt Kevin to do the same. 

“Hey Y/N, I wanna check out the bags over there,” Kevin motions towards the hand-woven baskets situated at the far end of the market and I nod as we keep moving forward with the crowd like a pair of salmons trying to swim upstream. But there’s so many people, it’s so suffocating that it gets hard to keep up with Kevin’s figure. Someone elbows my shoulder and I groan, stumbling to the side in irritation, only to get pushed forward by another. 

“Seriously--” I curse under my breath, when a hand suddenly appears before my eyes.

Looking up to see Kevin’s outstretched arm, I am only greeted with his bashful smile and averted eyes. 

“Come on,” he doesn’t even wait for my consent before slipping his palm over my own and tugging me along, his hold firm and strong despite his skinny frame and the action is enough to render a flurry of butterflies soaring over my stomach. 

Stop, I try telling my subconscious. That does nothing, however, to stop my neck from tingling with unfamiliar heat. 

Kevin’s hand feels so warm. It’s comfortable, safe. 

And I’m liking it a little too much.

He doesn’t let go when we reach the desired stand and talk over which bag looks the best and keeps his hand in mine for the entirety of our journey back to the car. Only when I unlock the doors that his palm finally drops from my hold and air rushes over my palm that is now a little too cold without his warmth. But while a multitude of questions are burning the back of my throat, they fall apart halfway through at the thought of his answer, before I decide to drop it altogether. 

Kevin, on the other hand, doesn’t seem the least bit affected. 

When the day of the wedding finally rolls around, I drive my car to Emma’s after a quick breakfast that Kevin surprised me with -- to my surprise, he’d managed to make a decent eggs and toast without burning the place down -- so that I can help her get into her gown and more importantly so that she doesn’t run away, lest her mind goes in a frenzy at the thought of tying the knot. 

“You’ll be fine,” I reassure her, teasing a few of her curls so that they slip down to her chest in a perfect wave. She looks stunningly beautiful, with her strapless white dress that shimmers with diamonds in the light with every movement she makes. 

I reach out to smooth over her veil so that it falls on either side of her face, frames her perfectly, and notice her big brown eyes staring back at me through her vanity mirror. 

“You look beautiful,” I can’t keep the awe from my voice. 

Her face blossoms into a smile, “you too.” 

“Ah come on, you can’t say that to me on your wedding day,” I shove her playfully on the shoulder, “you’re the star of the show. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.” 

“Okay mom,” she rolls her eyes before changing the subject, “So, how have things been? With Kevin?” My hands freeze in mid-action, “It’s good.” 

I don’t have to look at her to know that she’s giving me a pointed look.

I sigh, “well, okay. Maybe you’re right. About the whole…’just friends’ thing not being true.” 

“Why?” she straightens up, turns to me, “what happened? Did you kiss? Did he make a move--” 

“No we didn’t kiss,” I’m quick to answer as my cheeks heat up. And after a few beats of hesitation, I give her a summary; the way he’d looked at me that night with eyes that held so much in them that it had made my chest swell, the way that he’d snitch glances at me whenever he thought I wasn’t paying attention, and the fact that he’d grabbed my hand and didn’t let go even long after the crowd wasn’t an issue anymore. 

Emma’s eyes are wide and sparkling with a feeling that I know all too well, I can practically see the cogs turning in her head and quickly shook mine in rapid retaliation, “Emma, no.” 

“But--But he’s perfect for you!” she bellows in protest, “What do you mean ‘no’?!” 

“I can’t go there. Not after,...not now, it’s too soon…” 

She rolls her eyes, “it’s not like he’s asking you to marry him, christ’s sake. He likes you, and I feel like you’re only trying to deprive yourself because you feel like it’s not right.” 

“It’s not right--”

“Who says so?” she cuts me off then, her gaze hardening on mine with such intensity it takes everything in me not to flinch back, “who says it’s not right? It doesn’t matter if it’s after two days, two weeks, two months. You think I don’t know how it feels to be heartbroken? You can’t just keep thinking about the past. You’re going to hurt yourself that way.” 

My teeth sink down onto my lower lip, her words like ice-cold knives aimed straight at my chest. 

“What you can control, right now, is the present, Y/N.” 

“I know,” I mumble out half-heartedly.

“I can see it, you know, the way he looks at you,” she shakes her head, “even if you don’t like him back, you gotta be aware of all that he’s done for you.” 

Her hands find their way to mine, enclosing them in her grasp before squeezing them with such care that I can’t stop the tears crawling up the back of my throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs next, “I don’t want to pressure you if that’s not how you feel. That--That was not my intention,” her eyes latch onto mine, filled with understanding, “I just want you to be happy.” 

Happy. 

That’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time. 

“Don’t you dare cry now,” Emma says while waving her hands around in warning, “you’re going to ruin your makeup and we definitely don’t want that.” 

I sniffle, trying my best to hold in the tears now brimming through my eyes, “you’re right,” I attempt to smile, albeit it’s wobbly, “we don’t.” 

“Come here,” she tugs my arm so that I fall into her embrace. Her head finds her way to my shoulder and she hugs me tight, not caring that her veil is getting all bunched up and wrinkled, “you’ll be okay,” she whispers, one hand stroking my back, “you’ll be just fine, little one.” 

Then, pulling back and pushing a few strands away from my face, she flashes a bright smile, “we should probably head to the church soon.” 

----------

“We now declare you, Vincent and Emma, as husband and wife.” 

The church explodes in a round of applause and I join in the clapping, furiously trying to keep the tears of joy at bay. Vincent has been there for Emma ever since they met at work and it has been the most beautiful love story ever since; filled with the purest kind of love no one can imagine. Beside me, I feel Kevin’s hand coming to squeeze my shoulder in a reassuring manner and I feel warm all over despite the rush of emotion in my heart. 

The wedding reception is to take place at a fancy restaurant overlooking the harbourfront. Our family has booked the venue for the evening, and as I enter, I take in the baby blue veils that come down each corner of the restaurant, sprinkles of glitter here and there as we make our way to our assigned tables that each have a baby blue napkin shaped in swans. 

I don’t even have time to place my butt down when I hear a voice call out, “Y/N! Look how big you’ve gotten!” 

Of course, big wedding ceremonies only mean that we get to meet all of our extended family that we haven’t seen since forever, and they’re all too happy to chat with me about living overseas. Soon enough, I’m bustled off to a table and look back over my shoulder to mouth a quick “I’m sorry” to Kevin. Bless his soul, for he only smiles and shakes his head, his hand motioning for me to go on.

I manage to catch up with cousins I haven’t seen since I was a little girl, talk over appetizers with excited aunts who want to know all about how it feels like to live away from family for such a long time, and nod along to the old uncles trying to get me to give a concrete answer about when and where will my wedding take place. 

“Come on Y/N! You’re the next one after Emma for sure,” one of my uncles bellow, face flushed red as a result of the glasses of wine he has downed like water. He is Emma’s father, no surprise that he’ll want to get drunk from happiness and pride. It is his daughter’s wedding after all. 

He leans close with a conspiratorial look in his eyes, “so tell me,” his eyes glance over to Kevin, currently deep in conversation with another one of my distant aunts. I watch as he says something to make her laugh, and something inside my chest warms at the action, “is he the lucky guy that’s going to ask for your hand?” 

“Do you think he’s the one?” another uncle pipes up. 

I purse my lips and attempt to shrug, “it’s early days,” I try laughing it off although it sounds forced, “who knows what can happen.” 

“He’s a good kid,” an aunt says, “you know how we all have this sixth sense? Well Y/N, I have a good feeling about this young man. Don’t let him go. Something tells me he’s a keeper.” 

A wild imaginative speculation, considering that we’re not even dating. But I nod along and say that yes, I’ll tell them whenever I decide to tie the knot.

It’s only when the dance floor opens and people start pooling onto the dance floor after the first dance -- led by no other than the bride and groom themselves -- that I finally allow myself to breathe. I find my way back to my chair, back to Kevin’s warm smile flashing in my direction as his eyes take in the fatigue lining my face. 

“You look like you could use a drink,” is the first thing he tells me the moment I plop my butt onto my designed seat, the one that’s been kept cold ever since I stepped foot into the dining hall. 

I gratefully accept the glass of wine he offers me, swallowing it down in a few gulps, “thanks,” I sigh with relief, “I needed that.” 

“How was catching up with family?” 

“It couldn’t be as bad as being left behind,” I peer over at him, guilt flooding me at the prospect of having left him all alone, “sorry. It’s just that everyone--” 

“Oh stop that,” Kevin nudges my shoulder with his, “don’t be sorry. It’s totally normal. I’m happy for you. And I wasn’t left behind. I had a wonderful time talking to your aunt. She seemed so happy to tell me what your childhood was like.”

“Bet you liked that, didn’t you?” 

“Hey, it works as blackmail. Why wouldn’t I like that?” 

“Dork.” 

“You’re friends with this dork.” 

“Oh piss off,” I slap his shoulder playfully in retaliation, causing him to laugh softly as we watch couples glide across the dance floor like swans over water. The lights have dimmed, the yellow hues now replaced by soft cool blues and purples that cause Emma’s dress to shimmer every time she turns. She’s absolutely stunningly beautiful, and the way she and Vincent are gazing at each other just scream of pure love that wraps around them in a golden mist so enchantingly beautiful that I find myself catching my breath in the back of my throat. 

“She’s so beautiful,” the words fall from my mouth without meaning to, and I feel Kevin’s eyes on my face from the corner of my peripheral.

“You are too.” 

I bite my lip and narrow my eyes at him playfully, “thanks, but why do I have a feeling that this isn’t a compliment?” 

“It isn’t,” he holds my gaze, “it’s just the truth.” 

Emotion lodges at the back of my throat. I stare at him. He stares back, a glimmer of tenderness echoing through the dark pools of black, his whole expression relaxed into a face that appears flooded with affection for--

Me. 

For some reason, no words seem to come to me as I open my mouth and close it. Embarrassment slowly bubbles through my stomach. I look away, unable to contain the goosebumps suddenly exploding across the back of my neck with that same familiar uncomfortable sensation I keep getting around him these days. Like I’m standing atop a cliff and preparing myself to jump.

“Wanna dance?” 

I blink in surprise, before turning to the said young man beside me who has his head cocked to the side with that same expression. My heart can’t help but squeeze inside my chest before I push down the rising protest searing through my brain. 

I nod. And off we go onto the dance floor. His hands settle on my waist, mine atop his shoulders in a casual sling. There’s enough distance between our bodies to show that we’re not together and yet, I can’t deny that electrical tension that keeps on pulling me towards Kevin like a magnet. I wonder if he feels it too, that searing heat that is so palpable I can feel sweat break out from the back of my neck. Asking, though, would mean that I’m aware of what’s happening, asking would imply that I want something to happen.

Maybe I do. 

Maybe I do want to grab life by the reins myself and steer it wherever I want it to go. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

I blink. Right up into Kevin’s brown orbs, his hair catching the shades of blue from the disco balls. My throat runs dry. 

“Uh--” my mind tries to scramble for a response, any response, “just--uhm, it’s kind of like our last day here.” 

He cocks his head, “sad?” 

“Kinda. I like it here,” my eyes brush over Emma and Vincent’s forms in the vicinity, catch my grandma sitting at one of the tables, little cousins running all over the place. Then, I look back at the said young man gazing at me with that undecipherable look in his eyes that makes my heart sing, and try not to squirm as I continue softly, “it feels like home.” 

“We can always come back,” he uses ‘we’ as though it’s now an adventure kept between the two of us, a secret to our own little neverland that nobody knows about. I can’t help but smile at the thought. 

“Do you want to come back?” I ask.

“Are you kidding? Hell yeah I want to come back. The views are amazing, the food is out of this world, and your family has been really kind to me.” 

“I’m sorry, they are kind of overbearing when you first get to know them.” 

“I love it,” Kevin says seriously, “I love that they’re overbearing. Couldn’t have asked for anything more.” 

If I had any doubts, the sincerity dripping from his eyes is enough to wipe out any suspicions left from his compliment. The sudden urge to hug him rocks through me and my hands fist on the back of his shirt in response. 

We keep on dancing silently, bobbing from one foot to another for a few minutes more before he speaks up softly. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” 

“I wouldn't mind getting married here.” 

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “really now?” 

“Yup,” he grins, “really.” 

“Your future wife will have me to thank for that.” 

“Maybe my future wife won’t have to thank you.” 

There it is. That same borderline flirting that’s been happening for days on end. 

“And why is that?” I probe, partly just to tease him, and partly because I just want to know.

“Maybe she might be right here, in this room.” 

“Didn’t know you were into one of my cousins,” I start looking around the room, only for one of his hands to cup my cheek to turn my face back to his. 

There is none of that teasing glimmer now. His eyes are darker, gazing down at me with such emotion that the breath catches in the back of my throat and the air halts in my lungs. We gaze at each other for a few beats longer, before I feel his thumb graze my cheek. Gently, so gently like he’d stroke a flower petal. 

Swallowing at the heat of his hand cupping the side of my face, my hands unconsciously tighten on the back of his neck. He senses my nervousness, but only pulls me slightly closer so that we are mere millimeters from each other, noses hovering over each other in a space that causes my heart to stutter inside my chest. 

When he opens his mouth next, his alto is hoarse, pent-up with emotion. 

“I wasn’t talking about your cousins.” 

My heart practically jumps to my throat, teeth biting onto my lip. 

I can’t hear the music, nor the people. I can’t hear anything except for my pounding heart and Kevin’s soft breaths washing over my face. 

His eyes search mine and we hold gazes for a moment too long.

“Y/N?” 

I press my lips together, “Y-Yes?” 

He moves even closer then so that his nose brushes mine in the most intimate of ways. 

“I--” 

“Y/N! I was looking all over for you!” 

We spring apart like we just got burnt just in time for one of my cousins to grab onto my arm. He sends an apologetic smile at Kevin, before explaining, “we just need to sort out the takeaways. She’ll be back in a second!” 

And without listening to my protests, he proceeds to drag me away from the said young man on the dancefloor. I look back, mouthing an ‘I’m sorry” once more -- it’s the second time that night!-- and see the raven-haired man laugh good-naturedly before shaking his head and waving me away. That does nothing to keep my heart from cartwheeling out of my chest, swelling up with such affection that I grin back despite the earlier predicament. 

One thing’s for sure: I’m not done talking with Kevin Moon yet. 

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I find him sitting alone in the tiny garden that overlooks the decorated pavillon a few hours later. His figure, illuminated by the soft yellow hues of interior light, seems to glow in the dark, the moon bouncing off his hair and catching the strength of his cheekbone when he turns and catches me staring. He only smiles though -- that beautiful tender smile that I keep seeing more and more these days -- before waving me over. 

“What are you doing out here all alone?” I ask as I reach his figure. A soft breeze dances along the back of my spine, cool in contrast to the warm stickiness of the air. 

“Your smaller cousin was showing me what she’d learnt in astronomy at her school,” he tilts his head up at the sky, “she’s quite the prodigy at that.” 

“The next woman to land on the moon,” I joke.

“Jeez, I should get her autograph.” 

“Wise idea,” that’s when I feel his hand slip into mine and I look down at him, blinking. He grins a little shyly, before tugging me forward so that I all but stumble right into him, halfway sprawled across his lap. 

Heat explodes through my chest at the proximity of our bodies and I can’t help but avert my gaze from his, partly embarrassed that maybe there might be someone around to see, and partly because it’s only recently that I’ve started seeing Kevin in a new light that being so close makes my heart choke up and my mind to run blank. 

We’re close. So close I feel his breath mingle with mine. My hands settle atop his chest lightly, “Kev,” I breathe out but nothing follows, too scared to verbally voice out what is going on for fear that it might all crumble into nothing. 

I don’t want false hope. I also don’t want his heart -- or mine -- to break. 

This friendship is too precious to let go. I can’t imagine a life without Kevin in it.

“Listen Y/N,” Kevin’s voice is soft, a hushed murmur resonating through his chest as his eyes search mine, “I think we both know what’s happening here.” 

I nod mutely. 

Taking a shaky breath, he continues, “I don’t want to do anything that will hurt you. I know it’s been tough and that you’re still healing. I just--I just want to know.” 

As his words wash over me as gently as the forest leaves rustling around us, I feel the warmth of his hand cupping my cheek, holding me like I am fine china and stroking my skin with his thumb so that butterflies suddenly rush along my middle.

I bite my lip so hard I can taste blood, " I-- well, I think you already know how I feel."

"I know," he breathes, "but I need to hear it from you."

As if it isn't hard enough to come face to face with my own feelings, having Kevin stare me down as though I put the moon in his sky makes me want to squirm with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. 

“I like you,” I blurt out then, “a lot.” 

There is a few seconds delay, before a shit-- eating grin --the biggest I’ve ever seen -- spreads across Kevin’s face like sunshine peeking through the clouds.

“Enough for us to go on a date?”

I nod mutely. I don’t trust my voice, not right now when I already feel so pathetic. Kevin’s grin softens into a tender smile, one that I can’t help but return when our eyes meet in the most intimate of ways. Suddenly, the air feels charged and alive with electricity, the heat between our bodies palpable as his hand moves to the back of my neck. 

He tugs. I follow. 

His lips find mine mid-way in a delicate kiss. 

It’s soft. Softer than any kiss I’ve ever had. Kevin’s mouth parts over my own in a gentle caress, before he tilts his head to the side and captures my lower lip between his. 

I gasp slightly at the contact, hands unconsciously tightening around his neck. 

Slowly leaning away, I notice the film of lust like a dull glow at the back of his maroon orbs, just the slightest hint that he wants me as a woman. And that makes my lungs constrict, air suddenly halting in the back of my throat.

My skin is prickling with the aftermath of his touch. I let out a soft breath before he covers my mouth with his once more and all thoughts fly out of my brain the moment he does. 

I don’t really know how long we spend outside, exchanging the softest of kisses underneath the moonlight, until I hear the soft exclamations of my family’s voices suggesting that it is time to head home. So I part from the said man and can’t help but blush at the lack of space between our bodies.

“We should probably head back,” I hate how wanton I sound, like I’ve just sprinted a mile when in truth I’ve been sitting in this very spot for the last hour.

He agrees and I descend from his lap, his hand subtly finding mine as we walk back to the wedding hall. 

Emma is still saying her goodbyes, her hair now dotted with glitter, probably from the decorations that my younger cousins took pleasure in bathing her in. Her face lights up as soon as she spots our entwined hands and I try not to meet her eyes for I know exactly the kind of smug look she'll be giving me. 

"Enjoyed the wedding?" She says as soon as we're within earshot.

"That must've been the best cake I've had in my life," Kevin lets out a dramatic sigh, "and that says something."

"Do I trust your taste buds though?" She teases.

"I'd be offended if you didn't," he gasped in mock offense, before they both break into playful chuckles.

As we exchange our goodbyes and Vincent engages Kevin in a conversation, Emma takes this chance to drag me to her side as she whispers, "so you gonna tell me the tea or am I going to have to extract it from you?"

I press my lips together as I try to control the heat searing through the back of my neck, "...we kissed."

She gasps, "No way! OH MY GOD! Are you guys a thing then?!" The answer is as clear as water on my face and she clamps a hand over her mouth, would've jumped up and down if she could've, "OH MY, OH MY GOD. I knew it! I just knew this was going to happen--"

"Shut up!" I hiss, scared that Kevin might overhear and think I'm a big fat tattle tale. My eyes quickly swivel over to his and I'm glad to find his head bent towards Vincent in concentration. 

"You need to tell me everything," Emma's eyes are sparkling, "like--as soon as you have some free time."

"You--" I send her a pointed look, then jerk my head at Vincent, "--need to tell me everything."

"Oh I will, don't worry."

"Anyway, I'll talk to you after your honeymoon."

"Okay," I turn around to find Kevin, not failing to notice the smirk playing on Emma's lips. I slap her arm in response, causing her to laugh before she calls out: 

"Don't forget to use protection!"

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"We'll come back right?"

That's the first thing that Kevin states as soon as we step inside security, away from the tears of my family that I just left behind a few seconds ago. My heart still aches when I think of their faces, all crumpled and blinking at me with tissues in hand and noses as red as traffic lights. But I seek comfort upon feeling Kevin's hand slip through mine as we walk towards our destined gate. 

"Sure," I look at him; at his red-tinted cheeks (probably the aftermath of a sunburn), his newly tanned skin a fresh contrast against his white shirt, and the permanent grin that seems impossible to wipe off his face. My heart instantly flutters.

It's only been a few days since we've confessed our growing romantic interest in each other, but I can already feel the weight of his love pouring out of his heart and into mine the moment he realized that my arms would be there to catch him when he fell.

"I'm not going to wake up to an empty bed tomorrow morning, am I?" He’d joked when we stumbled, half-asleep, into Emma's flat after the wedding. 

I frowned at him, "Why would you think that?"

"Just in case you think that kissing me was a mistake."

A small pause ensued, in which I realized that despite all my fears and all the pain I had been carrying in my heart ever since we landed on my motherland, I had not once considered how Kevin might be feeling at this very moment. 

My eyes quickly took note of his countenance, sweeping right up to his face only to notice the flash of vulnerability in his eyes, the way the corners of his mouth were tense, cheekbones taught against his skin as he awaited for my answer with baited breath. 

Clearing my throat, I whispered, "it wasn't."

A soft smile tugged at his lips, "good to know."

His answer seemed so genuine, so wholehearted that my chest tightened in a mixture of gratefulness and affection, so much so that my arms automatically reached for him to tug him close. My nose found its rightful place at his neck and I breathed in his comforting  lilac smell that I enjoyed so much.

I felt him take a breath. Then, softly, a hand caressed the back of my head. I buried even closer if that was possible.

"I really want this to work," my words were a muffled mess and I was surprised that he understood.

"Me too," he murmured into my hair, "and it will work. I promise I won't break your heart Y/N."

Looking back now at this tender moment in which we both weren't certain of where we were stepping, I can't help but laugh at the thought, for now the love and attraction is so natural I'm amazed it has taken this long to flourish. 

Maybe I hadn't been looking the right way. Maybe I had been searching so far out and wide that I hadn't noticed that my safe harbour is the one standing right beside me.

"Hey Kevin," I call out.

Kevin turns towards me, where he'd been watching planes take off from the ground into the gorgeously blue sunny sky.

"Yeah?" 

“I’m really glad you came.” 

There's a few beats of silence although his mouth immediately cracks into that gorgeous, crooked grin of his that I adore so much. 

“Me too.” 

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[electraheart2012]

i have loved you since we were 18.. long before we both thought the same thing.... to jop and to be in jop, and all i can do is say that these legs were made for jopping you ooh i want a jump like you made me pop... when we were 18

[jaywhypapiswife]

Love at First Sight (Nakamoto Yuta x reader)

Nakamoto Yuta x reader (first person POV)

word count: 341

genre: angst/other

listen to: Jop 'Til You Drop - Jop Survivors: The Holy Trinity Unit

requested: no

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I smiled as I sat in the rows of chairs, looking towards the table at the front. For as long as I can remember, I’ve desperately wanted to go to an NCT fansign, and I finally had the money, time, and luck to win a fansign card from their most recent album. During plane ride and the days leading up to the event, I was so excited and nervous I felt I would burst.

I waved shyly towards the table where the NCT 127 members sat. They were even prettier in person than I imagined, but the member who caught my eye the most was Yuta. His long hair fell across his face, and he brushed it away every few seconds as he grinned at the fans who spoke to him.

Then suddenly, as a fan moved on to talk with Johnny beside him, I caught Yuta’s eye. It was as if time stopped; his soft, dark eyes peered into my soul, and he smiled delicately. As I sat in wonder, the staff member beside the table started calling my name.

“You are a part of me,” the staff said, reading off a sheet of paper. “You and me, we are one. You’re the reason for my life; if you’re not here, I’m not here.”

I stood up and started to walk toward the table. Even though Yuta wasn’t in the first chair, I went towards him anyway. No one stopped me. Quietly, Yuta stood up. He was tall, kind-looking, and beautiful.

Tenderly, he took my hand. I gazed into his eyes, surveying his handsome face.

“Hello,” he said hesitantly.

“Hi,” I replied, my lips curling into a small smile.

Then, before I could say another word, Yuta grinned widely and snapped my neck. As I lay there dying, I could hear the soft words of Mark Lee at the other end of the table.

“uh, you think you big boi throwing three stacks,”

The last thing I see before I close my eyes is Nakamoto Yuta jumping, popping, and jopping.

[jjunberry]

SUPERM- Y/n visits for another member

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BAEKHYUN:

Baekhyun is a very clingy boy. He loves being able to see you. Since promotions with Superm started you two haven't seen each other much. He didn't know you were at the superm house because you came to visit Jongin. He was your second baby of Exo since of course Baekhyun was your first. Jongin wanted to spend time with you because he needed to talk so you figured Baekhyun didn't need to know. Usually when Jongin needed to talk to you it was private. You guys had a long talk and you both fell alseep cuddling. Baekhyun was not having it. He woke you two up immediately and started whining. " yOU CANT CUDDLE OTHER MEN ESPECIALLY IF THEIR MY MEMBERS." He was very jealous and very pouty. You just giggled. " Baek, relax you know you have my heart." Baekhyun seemed to relax at your statement but demanded cuddles in pout, if that's possible.

TAEMIN:

Taemin is another clingy boy. He's use to being the center of your attention. He's also be known to throw fits if he didn't have your attention. Kibum can attest to that. So to say he was jealous to see Ten teaching you the Jopping choreography, would be in understatement. Stomps over to the music and shuts it off. You and Ten towards him and once you see his pout and crossed arms you give him a hug. The only thing that cheers him up is when you promise to only let him teach you their dances.

KAI:

Because of promotions Jongin hasn't seen you in awhile. He misses you like crazy whenever he gets really busy. Jongin was very, very suprised and a little jealous when he walked into Taemin's room seeing you and Taemin in sheet masks drinking wine while a drama played. The two of you looked towards the door seeing Jongin. " Hi my love." You say smiling. He waves still shocked at the two of you. Taemin hands him the extra sheet mask. Once Jongin had his mask on he joined you two. He had no idea the two of you were friends and he was now going to be joining the two of you on your wine and drama nights.

TAEYONG:

Taeyong loved when you came to visit. He also loved spending his free time with you. So when he walked into the livingroom on Superm's day off he was confused and hurt seeing you and Baekhyun. You guys were playing Animal Crossing on the Switch Taeyong shared with you. His heart was broke but he didn't want to disturb your game. Baekhyun is the one who noticed him. He let Taeyong take his place in playing and you were more than excited to play your favorite game with your favorite person. Taeyong kissed your cheek and smiled seeing you blush. He made sure to do it while Baekhyun was still in the room.

TEN:

Ten doesn't get jealous that often. He was however jealous when he seen you and Taeyong swimming. The rest of the boys were around the pool too. They told Ten to come swim but he declined because he was missing you when he heard your laughter he found you outside hanging on Taeyong's back as he did laps around the pool. Ten quickly got changed and joined you in the pool taking you off of Taeyong's back and putting you on his own. You smiled seeing him jealous, instead of teasing you kissed his cheek and enjoyed the day in the pool.

LUCAS:

He knew you were friends with Mark because he introduced you two. Lucas just never thought you'd come to visit Mark before you would visit him. Mark invited you out for coffee and since it was still early in the day you guys headed back to the superm house to hang out. Lucas felt betrayed, to the point he gave you the silent treatment all day. You didn't think much of it because he was being ridiculous. When he realised he wasn't getting a reaction out of you he just wrapped around you like a koala and left kisses everywhere he could reach. He would rather spend time loving you then pretending to be mad.

MARK:

Mark didn't know you were friends with Exo. He had the day off and when he invited you over you told him you had plans with your friends. He had no idea those friends were Baekhyun and Jongin. Mark was a confused baby lion seeing you, Baekhyun and Jongin enter the house with shopping bags and take out. You smiled as you walked passed Mark. " Y/n I thought you were out with your friends...not my members." Baekhyun and Jongin laughed. " Y/n, you mean to tell me in the entire year and a half you two have been dating he didn't know we were friends?" Baekhyun teased. Mark was still a confused baby lion but he went with once you told him you met Exo before you met him.

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i love SuperM, and i wrote this because i miss them together lol

gifs found on Pinterest!! Credit to owner!!

hope you enjoyed-Echo❤❤