#you expecting people to sit there and accept it because you don't like said group of people is your problem

[paintedpineleaf]

okay this is so weird to me, some people are just randomly hating on taylor? like out of nowhere, no one asked or said anything to you but you felt the need to post about how you don't like her or whatever she's currently doing? why?

[hotnbloodied]

Hiiii can I request popular yandere classmate x oblivious reader, oh and can it be smut pleassee?

Thanks for your ask! I started randomly naming all my yanderes even if they are all one shots, I don't know if I want to keep it though. We'll see. This one almost fucking tore me to shreds, I might need a break after this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Popular Boy X Oblivious Reader (!!SMUT!!)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, yandere tendencies, reader is kind of silly here. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

It was the first group project of the year! You and three other people were going to be randomly assigned together to work on a research project about something or another. The first two seemed like nice people but the third was Atticus, your friends have talked about him before. Wasn’t he popular or something? When the group met face to face you finally understood why, he was funny, charismatic and quite the looker. Your group decided to meet up in the library and you thanked your lucky stars that it seemed everyone was working well with each other. The other two in the group knew each other and were friends so when one of them had to leave later on in the day the other one did so as well leaving you and Atticus the only ones in the group still in the library.

Without the other two here, people were more inclined to come by to say hi to Atticus causing him to get distracted, you didn’t care much honestly, you had work to do after all. You overheard a couple of the people who came to talk to Atticus talk about some sort of group karaoke and that he should join them. “Sorry guys, I’m still with my group partner,” he apologized. You looked up, “it’s all good, this is just the first day after all.” Atticus looked at you incredulously. “See? Even your groupmate thinks it’s fine. Join us, Atticus, the girls are asking for you.” Internally he was annoyed, he already said no and the least his groupmate could do was back him up. Were you really that stupid? Eventually though, he was able to convince them to leave him alone. But when he turned expecting to see you still sitting there you were gone. Your stuff was still here so he assumed you went to get more material to research.

Scanning over the library he spots you eventually, struggling to reach for a book on a higher shelf. He sighs and starts walking over to assist but it turns into a run when he notices that you’re about to get toppled by said books. He covers you from getting hurt and curses at himself because having books fall on him fucking hurts. “What are you doing?” He says sternly, “if you can’t reach something ask for help.” He gasps, some of his true self leaked out, his image of a prince type is over. “Dang I’m sorry, you’re right. No sense in getting myself hurt, thanks! By the way, are you okay?” Suddenly, his heart raced, he didn’t know why. It might have been the way you looked under him currently, or it might have been the way you accept his rough tone with you, but either way he was going to explore it, explore you.

The project goes by smoothly, you still hang out with Atticus since the two of you exchanged numbers due to the project. You found it really weird though, each time you hung out with him and his friends, his friends were never able to make it. You hope you’re not scaring them away. Little did you know that if anyone is scaring people away it’s Atticus. The more time he spent with you was like heaven but also hell. He loved spending time and learning new things about you but, fuck, why were you not picking up any of the hints and flirty signs he was giving you?! Like today when it was just the two of you again, you two were at the movies and he tried to get an arm over your shoulder. “Oh my! Are you cold? Here, you can have my jacket.” And wrapped him up in your jacket! Sure, being able to smell your scent was nice but that’s not what he wanted! To rub salt on the wound too, after the movies his friends spotted him and invited you two to join them and you ACCEPTED! “Oh sorry, were you guys on a date?” One of his friends asked. “Oh no, we’re just chilling! We’d love to join you!” You responded. He almost choked up blood.

He went to his last resort and feigned sickness. Worry etched your face and you apologized as you helped carry him away. He convinced you to go to his place since it was nearby and was a bit hurt that you agreed so readily, you were going to be in a private space with him after all. Arriving at his place you helped him inside, all the way to his room. As you wished him better and got up to leave he tugged your arm. “Wait a minute,” he says. “Hm? What’s up, need something?” He hugs you, “I… I need you.” Not sure what he meant, but feeling like he needed this, you hugged him and both of you stayed like that for a while. That was, until his lower half decided to act up. “Do you, uh, need help with that?” You ask, almost too innocently. His face flushed, “help with this…?” ���Of course, a boner is a natural part of your body, you know. Though I also heard that boners don’t happen just because someone is horny though…are you horny?” Atticus felt the blood rush to his head, all he could do was meekly nod.

You were sucking on his member, he could tell that you’ve done something like this before but maybe not too often due to the slight hesitation you exhibited. Regardless though he never imagined you would have been so willing to do this for him, should he have asked sooner? The sight of your mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock, he wasn’t the type that was quick to cum but just because it was you doing this act on him he felt close. He couldn’t have that, so he grabbed your shoulder and urged you on to his bed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructs. You did as he told, he gulped, he wanted this for how long now? It felt surreal that this was real. He couldn’t help but use his hands to explore your body, groping, touching, feeling your warmth. Your breathing quickened, you weren’t sure why he was taking so long, his exploration of your body started making you feel needy. You were close to telling him to hurry but let out a yelp when he started to suck and lick on your chest. He worked his way down to your lower area.

“What are you doing? Is all this necessary?” You ask him. “Please,” he begged, “I just need this, won’t you let me?” You whimpered, this is good and all but all this teasing is something you aren’t used to. He sucked and tongue prodded you for a while, you said that you would let him do what he wanted but you wanted to release soon and his tongue wasn’t doing that for you. “Hey, uh– hnn!!” Before you could say anything more he inserted a finger then two into you, rhythmically finger fucking you. Making sure to brush against your g spot each time. You were so close and Atticus knew it, so he stopped making you whine even louder. “Why did you stop?” “Grind on my dick,” he ordered. Sluggishly you got up and did as he was told. “Don’t even try to insert before I allow you to.” So you rubbed your sensitive area against him, slow at first but even you can grow impatient and you’ve been that for a while. Your wetness making a mess and with your bodies grinding against each other a squelching sound reverberated through the room along with the heavy panting and moaning. “Soon please?” You begged. Atticus needed you badly as well so he pushed you down on the bed again and aligned himself before pushing in causing you to scream out from the intrusion. He jackhammered you silly, “fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted like a mantra, “I need you so bad.” What followed was one of the hardest orgasms you ever had. He unsheathed from you and quickly went to your face marking your face all over with his seed.

After a couple of beats you asked, “hey, uh, can I have some napkins?” “S-sorry,” he scrambled to his drawer and took out a box of tissues. After you cleaned yourself up you asked, “I’d like to borrow your bathroom.” He told you that it was down the hall. You took your clothes and left his room, when you came back you thanked him. “Well that was fun! I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you later alright?” And left. He was shocked, how fucking clueless can you be?? He was going to make sure you understood that you were his now and he was going to move heaven and hell to make sure that happens, his darling.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Could I request Luka, Dan Heng, Welt, and Sampo being called their partner's whole universe?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Yeah, definitely! And omg thank you sm for requesting Sampo because I honestly didn't knew I could have this much fun writing him! I don't even know if he's cannon or ooc buuuut... I had fun! So hopefully you'll like it!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Your boyfriend was classically just sitting in his room, reading a book. Meanwhile you sat right next to Dan Heng and just leaned on him, as he caresses your hair, clearly lost in the story, despite it being classical book.

But then you looked up at him, getting sudden urge to compliment your lover a little bit and speak facts as you do!

"Hey Dan~ You're my whole universe, y'know?"

"Don't people normally say 'my whole world'?"

"Just accept the compliment..."

Despite him pointing out something this small, you could see his face gained a little red hue on your statement, clearly not expecting that out of nowhere. And the pointout was obviously just go mask his reaction~

"Well I assume that's fitting looking at how we're Trabilazer's... And... well I can say you're my home."

"Your home? Well that's... still sweet~"

"Notice how I usually prefer to stay at home, the Express than go traveling. It's more meaningful if you look into it."

He said and tried looking away and hiding his cheeks that reddened, but you moving his hair aside definitely didn't made it easy on him... and you finally saw your cold boyfriend, flustered for once.

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@miya-akane @toyaswif3y - come get your quiet but scary trabilazer!

You and Welt were sitting and admiring the views of newly discovered planet. Surprisingly, it had magnificent views! Ones that any previous one could never even come close to. Your boyfriend and you were sitting among the nature, holding hands... it was absolutely perfect! And what better, Himeko did you a favour by watching over 2 energetic kids from Astral Express.

"We'll be going onto yet another planet soon... seems like we still don't know all in this universe, even if we might think so."

"Well I think I already know all about my universe~"

"You do? We're you on all the other planets before joining Astral Express?"

He turned to you with small look of curious and even slightly impressed. You felt almost bad having to crush it but you just couldn't help but he a little bit romantic today it seems!

"No! Not yet~ I meant MY universe! Which happened to be you~"

Upon realizing what you really were after, he couldn't help but chuckle as small, almost unnoticeable pink hue spreaded on his cheeks.

"Why thank you, love of my life. I may not be as romantic as you today but believe me, I care about you very deeply nonetheless."

He leaned in, placing small, soft kiss on the back of your hand and looked at you with pure affection in his eyes. And it seemed like the view you were just admiring just got even prettier~

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@vodka-glrl - come get your father of the express!

It was calm day in the Overworld... untill you saw group of guards trying to find someone... one even asked you if you saw Sampo anywhere since you're often seen together. But you told them no since that was the truth...

But right after they walked away, you felt an arm wrapping around your neck and a flower being held right next to your cheek.

"I knew I could count on you! You'd never snitch on your boyfriend after all? You're just the loveliest person in my life!"

It was your boyfriend acting all sweet and flirty just to get on your good side and possibly, to make you not ask what he did AGAIN... so you decided to respect that and tease him in return~

"Well how could I ever do that for someone who's my whole universe~?"

Sampo may act all smug and sly, but when it comes to you flirting with him... he always catches a blush. And that's exactly what happened in this case as well!

"I- Well of course! You're the sweetest, my dear. I should've expected something this lovely from you!"

He tried hiding his flustered feeling behind his classic charming persona. And despite the fact you could see right through it, you decided to play along and just smile. It was nice hearing something like that from someone! And the information you made him blush may stay for you alone~

"Sooo hypothetically... can I sleep in at your place tonight? I can sleep on couch!"

"What did you do?"

"... Well..."

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You decided to visit Luka during his training session, not exactly on purpose... you were just supposed to pick him up from there and it just so happened you arrived a bit earlier, so you decided to enter while you were there! After all, you were pretty sure he wouldn't mind~

He didn't notice you at first when you entered but he surely did when he was about to grab some water! But he decided to screw that plan because greeting you was much more important to him than that~

"Hey! How's my love doing?"

"Pretty good~ Will you be done soon?"

You said with soft smile as you handed him bottle of water you bought on your way here, which he happily accepted.

"Yeah I'm just gonna go get changed and get quick shower, is that alright?"

"You know I could wait eternity for my universe~"

You replied not breaking eye contact with him as smile was still so very soft on your face. Meanwhile your boyfriend stared back, considering if what he's thinking of is what you really meant... finally he broke the silence asking for confirmation.

"Your... universe? As in me?!"

"Mhm~ I don't see anyone else it could be for!"

You could see him smile like a kid who just got his favorite candy when you confirmed his thoughts. He even gave you a quick hug... this time only short since he was still a bit sweaty from his training, but either way too happy to not show his love towards you.

"Awwwh, thank you!! I promise to make you proud as your universe! I'll think of some nickname for you as well! Just give me a second, I'll take a shower and I'll be back with something!"

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[lovetei]

could you write obey me boys with an idol mc? like they just somehow became famous on devildom 🕺 like these kpop/jpop idols! i was thinkin abt a newjeans like concept (attention, hype boy and cookie specifically)!

Hmm, that's so cute. I wanna see the boys watching your private life through your videos!

Damn... This made me want to redo my ROYAL Universe, I put such a small effort in that I feel sorry :')

Never mind, I'll redo it later.

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Obey me universe where MC is an Idol

IDOL Universe: Introduction

Warnings: MC uses gender neutral pronouns, manipulation, slightly dark themes

Links: Masterlist

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Frilly skirts and sexy tuxedo's

The one and only idol that threatened every other groups in the Devildom by simply playing their songs intro,

MC

Dancing at the largest stage of the Devildom is basically your normal by now.

Getting invited at parties where the wealthy and the influential can only enter

Your influence spread like wild fire all across the eighth rings of hell until no one in the Devildom don't know you.

But that isn't enough,

After you conquered the lower class of demons you climbed your way up to meet the socialites

And now here you are, on one of your highly earning concerts but this one is different

There's a different face among the crowds

There's Leviathan

Sitting in front with no one beside him

That's weird, your manager told you that every ticket are sold out and the VVIP tickets are sold at the same day...

No way...

Did Leviathan bought all the VVIP tickets?!

Yes, yes he did.

He even bought a special fan meet ticket.

"Hi! Good evening!" You cheerfully greeted to your only fan that managed to afford your over the top VVIP fan meet ticket.

"Have a seat." How weird, the rumors said he's all shy and stuttery but the person you're seeing right now is no weeb, it's the grand admiral.

"Ah, yes... Thank you!" Even though nervousness is starting to cloud your senses you need to keep your idol persona or else some nasty news will dug themselves up from the graves.

"I must say your pricing is totally over the top but I expected it from an idol whose at the top of the current food chain." Wow, how blunt.

"Yup! This ticket allows my fans have more indept conversation with me!" You smiled with your usual bright grin.

"Yeah, I almost thought it's a bait for those in the noble class. You know, for them to brag about how they managed to get their hands on such ticket." He replied as he took a sip of the coffee in front of the two of you.

"I'll go straight to the catch." He voiced out as soon as the mug landed on the glass of the coffee table.

"I want you to perform for my birthday." You almost choked up on your own spit after what he said sinked in.

"Aw... I'm deeply sorry but my manager won't allow me-" Is what I'm about to say but my manager barged into the room, sweating adn excused herself saying she has something to say to me.

She went closer and whispered something to me "He's willing to pay hundred of billions Darling! Hundreds of millions!"

What? Is he some type of freak? Why would he pay hundreds of millions just to have some idol like me to dance and sing around for his birthday?

MC, Devildoms brightest star who's hiding something

MC who secretly despised all the creepy people in the fan meets

MC who washed her hand throughly until it scratches every fan meet because of the amount of disgusting people that touched them.

MC who thinks everyone, everything is there to help them get on top of everything

MC who practiced the 'genuine' smile the crowd loves so much.

MC who can cry on command that faked their cry on live stage a they accept their most recent award.

MC Devildoms brightest star

MC who's willing to be in a dating scandal with the avatar of envy if it means it'll raise their popularity and their net worth.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Can I just say that I love Satan and MC's relationship? I'll read fics (romantic or platonic) and just sit there. "Huh."

Yes! Yes! Yes! They have such an underated friendship and they're probably the most similar to each other in the family?

• They're the two newest members in the family

• Neither of them were accepted by the others in the beginning and there was a lot of friction between them and the others

• Neither of them were present in the Celestial Realm with the others and didn't live through two wars with the others

• Neither of them really knew Lilith even though she's an important part of their family

• Both of them only witnessed the past through the eyes of another (MC through Lilith and Satan through Lucifer)

• They're the only two in the family who are more or less related by blood to someone else within the family (Satan to Lucifer and MC to Lilith)

• Physically they're both pretty unique. As far as we know Satan is the only demon created from the anger of an angel. MC is blood related to someone who had the soul of an angel

• They can both be mistaken for "the normal ones" within the family but truthfully they're both just as chaotic as everyone else and are just better at hiding it

• They both like cats and reading

• They both initially had a pretty bad relationship with Lucifer and now though that relationship is better they still like getting on his nerves

• They're both social and have a lot of friends

• They're both good at cooking

• They're both hardworking and responsible when they want to be

• They both look out for the others

• They're both softer with Luke than they are normally with other people

• They're both pretty calm but when pushed to the limit they have an explosive temper - though obviously it takes a lot more to reach MC's limit and a lot less to cool them down

• They both found their perfect place within the family dynamic to the point that you can no longer imagine what it would be like without them

What I'm trying to say is they have a lot of similarities and the biggest one is being the newest members. Imagine how hard it is to be tossed into a tight knit group without your consent and to be expected to just fit in with no issues, specially when it's clear that, at least initially, the others don't want you there? Plus the fact that neither of them went through the same trauma as the others which would have helped the others bond or had to deal with the grief of losing Lilith. It would have been hard having to deal with that on your own, specially with the feeling like you're an outsided who didn't fit in, and didn't deserve to fit in because you didn't live through the same problems as the others. I imagine because of that Satan and MC would have had a lot to bond about and a lot of reason to seek each other out and lean on each other and take comfort from each other.

And we do get to see this in canon as well.

We see in S2 how supportive Satan is of MC and how much he goes out of his way to help them.

We see in S3 how much he trusts them and relies on them. How they silently sit next to each other and hold hands when Satan is upset. How he looks to them for confirmation that he isn't just Lucifer's clone, even after Lucifer himself already said he wasn't.

Also, I might be remembering this wrong, but I'm pretty sure Satan's the only one who apologised to MC for trying to kill them in S1?

We see in Nightbringer how Satan is even more isolated and out of place after only being truly alive for one year. And how much he values MC's opinion and abilities. I could actually write a whole essay on how Satan in Nightbringer seems to look up to MC - (unknowing to him, because they have experience) they seem to fit in with the others in a way that he can't, despite being newer than him, but also in a take charge + competent way that he can respect. MC's attitude probably seems like an ideal to him that he should be able to achieve. They also know how to treat him in a way that makes him feel seen and respected - they don't talk down to him or walk on eggshells around him.* So when they compliment him he takes it more to heart than when the others do and gets flustered and blushes. Their dynamic in Nightbringer really reminds me of a younger kid with a crush on their cool upper-classman.

* I worked with this kid with anger management issues who was refusing to cooperate or work with any of the others and how MC's interacting with Satan in Nightbringer is a great example of what should be done. They listen to him and take him seriously and talk naturally to him instead of talking like they're constantly trying to placate or baby him. They offer him suggestions and alternate perspectives on how to get the cat to approach him, an activity that would make him want to keep his anger under control because he'd need to be gentle to interact with the cat. All of this is something Simeon and even Luke does with Satan too.

Edit:

This is giving such sibling energy - like a little sibling (younger than 10) with an older sibling (at least late teenage years) wanting to do something new and failing and geting advice from their older sibling and being so proud of learning how to do it and wanting to impress their older sibling so they excitedly share it

Also it's killing me that in Nightbringer MC is technically older than Satan

[artist-issues]

What drove me away from Christianity was my pastor saying my autism and ADHD was an excuse for not being able to sit still during church. What the pastor said deeply hurt me and it caused me not to trust any church, even making me angry at Christianity at large for years.

What is your response to this?

I don't think it really matters what my response to it is: it matters what God thinks, and it matters what your response is.

I understand feeling hurt because your pastor reprimanded you for something you actually medically have little to no control over. That is hurtful, because I'm sure it makes you feel like the pastor, the guy who's supposed to be caring for your soul and leading you toward Christ, 1) doesn't understand you and 2) doesn't care about how you feel/what your experience is/what is difficult for you 3) has expectations of you that are out of line with reality, but still wants you to meet them. It's no wonder you were hurt. He should not have said that to you.

But a pastor? A human man who's just doing his best but is actually a hugely sinful creature, just like the rest of us? One pastor is not Christianity.

"Christian" just means "little Christ." A person who's trying to be like Jesus Christ, and has dedicated their life to following Him and doing what He says to do and being in a growing, loving relationship with Him. That's a Christian. So if you "walked away" from that because of what one human man said? Maybe you misunderstood what Christianity is.

It's not a social club that is there to make everybody feel welcome and accepted for who they are. It's not a social club. It's not even really supposed to be what the world calls a "religion," which is another word for "social club with sometimes-cultic practices."

Again: Christianity is supposed to be a person trying to follow Christ and be more like Him, and having a personal relationship with Him while that's going on. One of His commandments is that we do it together, as an imperfect-but-graciously-trying group, so we follow that commandment.

But again, I guess my point is, are you telling me you walked away from any potential relationship with the almighty Deity, the God who made you and loves you and orchestrated the events of history to put Himself through unimaginable torture so that He could be in that relationship with you, an imperfect enemy of His...because some other imperfect creature He created said something hurtful to you?

Would you walk away from your dad because your dad's little brother said something hurtful to you?

I'm not minimizing your hurt. I'm saying, stop attributing what imperfect people do to the perfect God who shows them the same grace He shows you. When you're immature, ignorant, or inconsiderate and hurtful to others, He doesn't approve, but He doesn't smite you with a lightning bolt on the spot, either. Same thing with His response to that pastor who hurt you. He gives you the same grace He gave that pastor. Because it's really all about who God is, who Jesus is, not who the imperfect people who try to serve Him are.

Jesus was not like that pastor. God is not like that pastor. Jesus healed a deaf man. But before He healed that deaf man, He signed out what He was about to do. He took a guy who had been shunned by society for his disability, a guy who was rarely ever communicated with, and before He ever healed him, Jesus compassionately got on his level and took the time to communicate with him. Jesus did not have to do that. He was the supreme Being who spoke that human into existence; AND He was about to take the disability away. He didn't have to be kind and take a moment to treat the deaf man like a human, first. But He did.

Back in the Old Testament? Being left-handed was considered a huge disability. But God chose a left-handed guy to be his prophet, and to be the warrior that killed a monstrous abusive king.

Jesus treated people who had any kind of medical trouble doing what other people do with compassion and grace. God chose those people. That is the example Christians are supposed to follow: that is what the pastor who hurt you got wrong. But what he did was get it wrong. Don't walk away from a relationship with Christ because of what one of His imperfect kids got wrong about Him.

See who Jesus is for yourself and don't let imperfect humans stop you from doing that.

[orchidsangel]

jason meeting you for the first time in book club and he’s head over heels

gonna spam your inbox with jason asks btw hi

wait this is so cute, like you've got me thinking (this got way longer than expected)

there's a bookstore you go to frequently and on the last friday of every month they host a book club. you've been one of the members for a while now, and you know every name, face, and life story of everybody in the group by now. so, when you walk in on the last friday of this particular month, you definitely notice the unfamiliar man sitting amongst people you've already gotten to know. he's handsome, with dark hair, and green eyes, and he looks like the type to be playing beer pong on a friday night, not critiquing the plot of some newly released murder mystery. you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.

regardless, you take your seat and the meeting starts. everyone takes turns sharing their opinions, each person stating how they couldn't see the plot twist coming, and that they found the book incredibly riveting. when your turn comes, you politely explain that to you it was predictable. there was only one real suspect with a clear motive, anyone else would've been a stretch. it was too easy to deduce what had actually gone down that night, and you didn't think the book needed 450+ pages to get there.

the opinion is pretty well received, except for this one person in the group that's always always irks you, asking "and how exactly did you figure that out? because if none of us did, i have a hard time believing that you did." you could give them a play by play of exactly where the author went wrong, how too many of the clues had obvious explanations, and how any semblance of common sense would lead you to the real killer. but instead, you opt for a simple "i don't know, just got lucky i guess," followed by a shrug.

the sharing continues until you get to the dark haired stranger sitting almost directly across from you in the circle. every person in the room is staring at him intently and you don't blame them, it's not often a guy as hot as him joins in on your monthly activity. you almost think it's a joke, a prank, he's being hazed, he'll open his mouth to speak and then bolt out the door leaving you guys in the dust. but instead, he calmly gestures to you, "i agree with them. far too easy to figure out, don't get me wrong it's well written but it heavily relies on the reader conveniently forgetting details from the previous chapters." he gets it, this guy gets it. you chime in, "exactly, like when they reveal that the mistress was on the boat the entire time, but they hinted at her being on the boat within the first chapter." no one asks for any follow up this time, simply accepting the pretty man's word as law.

everyone finishes sharing their opinions and then it's time to mingle. you walk around, catching up with acquaintances you hadn't seen in a while, and the stranger watches you from across the room. watching you seamlessly interact with the people in the store before turning your attention to the shelves upon shelves of new and untouched books. brushing your fingers across the spines, and occasionally pulling one down to read a blurb.

he watches you make your way down the aisles, dipping in and out of his field of vision, and back to the main area where everyone's chatting, before spotting him and heading over to where he stands; a book in hand. you hold it out for him and he takes it, looking up at you curiously.

"a good mystery. if you're looking for one."

"thanks."

"yeah, no problem."

you walk away, and he watches your back as you head over to the rest of the group to say your goodbyes and head out. but before you exit, hand holding the door open, you turn towards him and give him a small wave, before the sound of the bell on the door jangling invades his ears, and you're no longer there.

his eyes follow you until he can't see you through the window anymore and he looks down at the book, it's something he's read before. but it's good, and he knows you know it's good because you recommended it to him. so even though he's already read it, he'll read it again so he has something to talk about with you in a month when he gets your name.

[queerweirdness]

CW: mention of addiction

When Eddie got out of the hospital after being practically eaten by bats, he and Steve had started dating. It was going perfectly, the group had accepted them with open arms, Wayne was happy for them, and they had Steve’s entire house to themselves when they wanted it. It was going a little too perfectly for Eddie. He had been raised in poverty, with an abusive dad who gave him one hell of an addiction gene, and then moved in with his uncle, still in poverty but treated better. He wasn’t used to nice things and getting what he wanted. Steve was so nice and gave him whatever he wanted, despite Eddie’s protests.

He’s been out of the hospital for about two months now, his name has been cleared and his wounds have healed enough for him to move around. One of the first stops he made after being able to move again was to Rick’s, to get more supplies so he could keep dealing, after all, the money the government had given them was almost gone after buying a new trailer, new furniture, and new clothes. They had lost everything when the town split, so they had to repurchase everything. They only had a few hundred dollars left after everything was all said and done. He had to start selling again, it was his way of income. Wayne still had the job at the plant, one of the only things that didn’t get destroyed.

Rick had given him some stuff to sell to get himself back in business, and he was eternally thankful. He may have had to upcharge people, but he was getting the money. Eddie had forcefully gotten clean during his stay at the hospital. He hadn’t done anything other than smoke weed in the two months he's been out. That didn’t mean he was going to stop selling. Selling kept the lights on, the water working, and the trailer cooled against the summer heat. He couldn’t stop just because he stopped using.

Things with Steve were perfect, until he found out he was selling again. He tried to hide it at first, worried Steve would think he was using again, but it was kind of hard when the man was attached to his hip. He had come home from a dnd session one day to Steve sitting on his bed, looking pissed. “Is everything okay baby? You seem upset.” Eddie thought maybe he had a bad day at work, or his head was hurting again, never expecting the answer he got. “Eddie. Why is there ketamine in your closet? I thought you were clean. Did you lie to me?” Oh shit. “Baby I promise I'm clean. I’ve been dealing again. I started back up two weeks ago. I didn’t tell you because I was trying to avoid this. Trying to avoid you thinking I was using. I’m clean, I swear. I just sell them.” Steve visibly softened at that. “I’m glad you're clean, but why are you selling? After what happened?” Eddie took a deep breath. “What happened to Chrissy was not my fault. She was going to die anyway. I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You know that. I have to sell Steve. I don't have a choice.” 

Steve looked pissed again. “No, it wasn’t your fault. But you have a choice. You don’t have to do this. Tell Rick that your deal is off. I don’t want you selling anymore. It is dangerous. Not only are you tempting yourself but what if someone hurts you? Or you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs “It’s not your choice. Rick isn't forcing me to sell for him. In fact, he tried to get me to stop selling when he found out I was clean. I’ve been selling since I was 12 Steve. You think I don't carry a knife?” Eddie carefully avoids the OD question. Steve knows that his mom died, but not how. He doesn’t know that Eddie watched her OD on their couch at the ripe age of 6. “What if someone has a gun?” “Then they get what they want. I’m smart enough to know whoever has the gun gets what they want.” “And if you see someone OD? What then?” Eddie scoffs. “Then I will call an ambulance and hightail it out of there. I’m not dumb Steve. And I'm not a child. You don’t have to worry about me.” 

“You’re acting like one. Why are you selling if you don’t have to? Do you really want the extra cash that bad?” That struck a nerve. “What extra cash Steve?! My money goes to the bills! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I don't exactly have nice things! I can’t afford them. And if I don't sell, we don't eat!” “Eddie. Calm down.” “Do not fucking tell me to calm down! Not everybody has a fucking trust fund Steve! Some of us barely eat!” “Wayne works a bunch of overtime at the plant. Where does all that money go?” “To the bills! He makes just over minimum wage! He has to feed me and himself, and now often you! He has to keep the lights on, the water on, the AC on! He can't do it by himself! You think I want to sell?! You think I want to help people ruin their lives?! Nobody wants to do this! But I have to. I don't have another choice. Eddie can feel the tears running down his face, the anger rising in his throat. “I don’t understand.” “No, you don't, and I'm so glad you don’t. But that's the thing. You’ve never had to live the way I have, so you don’t get to judge me for how I survive. I’m poor Steve. I’m just trying to survive.” 

“Okay. Okay. Just sit down and talk to me, yeah?” “Okay. I'm sorry for yelling, it's just that I've done this for so long. I know how to be safe. And I don't have a choice. I have to do this to pay the bills.” “Okay, you have to do this to earn money. Now, I mean this as nicely as possible but it's gonna come off kind of rude. Why not just get a job?” “Holy shit. You really don’t get it do you? My dad made a name for himself, and apparently for me. I was already on the rocks for just who my dad was, then I went and topped it off by getting accused of murder. Would you hire me? I tried to get a job. Nobody would hire me.” “Okay, yeah I forgot about your dad and the murder thing only made it worse. I get why you have to deal. Just, be safe. Please. And talk to me if you think about using again. I promise I'm here for you even if I never went through it.” “I know stevie, and thank you. I promise I'm being as safe as I can be. It;s not like I'm gonna get arrested. The chief of police basically adopted me.” “Fair point. Now come here. I hate fighting.”

Turns out things are still perfect with Steve, that was just a slight hiccup.

[cupidjyu]

a juyeon fluff with shy reader would be adorable hehe ><

clingy cat (only for you)

juyeon x reader (request hehe tysm anon!!!!)

genre: lap sitting (i have a problem), whipped juyeon, cat boyfriend? juyeon? he's very blunt, shy reader notes: i find it so funny that juyeon literally accepts he's the cat of the group like what is he meowing on camera for ........... word count: 0.6k

a lot of people love cats. they don't just look cute, but they also have adorable habits. people would coo when they meow or flick their tails gracefully. people would squeal when they purr in their lap or twitch their ears slightly.

but what didn’t prepare you, was getting a boyfriend who would act just like an affectionate cat.

late in the evening, you were working on the computer while your boyfriend was showering. you yawned, tired from typing and staring at the bright screen endlessly. you also had a blanket thrown over yourself and music playing in your ears.

at some point, you were so immersed in your music that you didn’t notice juyeon enter. he lifted up the blanket and climbed in, sitting next to you.

you turned to him, taking out your earphones.

“need something?”

he shook his head, smiling at you softly. you eyed him for a minute before going back to your work. you were just starting your next paragraph when you felt an arm snake around your waist. you took a sharp breath as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

you paused but continued with your work. but your hands hovered over the keyboard again, because he leaned his head on your shoulder this time. his arm tightened and his other arm went behind your back.

“juyeon.”

“hm?” he hummed.

“...nevermind.”

and yet again, he moved even closer, impossibly close so that there was no space between you two now as his body engulfed you in warmth. his leg was thrown over you and he shifted closer so that his hip was touching yours. and then, like a cat, he nuzzled into your neck, his hair tickling your neck.

“what’re you so cuddly for?” you teased, patting his leg.

“you’ve been working for so long,” he pouted. “cuddle me back.”

“hold on, i’m almost done with my work,” you replied. you rushed to finish it all, not bothering to look it over before submitting it. when you were done, he practically chucked your laptop away. 

then, he lifted you up and placed you so that you were sitting on his lap. your cheeks immediately reddened as you grasped the fabric of his shirt, looking down.

“shy now?” his lips quirked up.

“shut up.”

“you look beautiful like this,” he whispered, admiring you with awe in his eyes. "like an angel."

“i…” you looked away, trying to find a way to escape his gentle hold.

but much to your demise, the two of you stayed like that comfortably, his hands still on your waist, holding you firmly and closely. his eyes never left yours, making your breath stutter, as he smiled at you sweetly like the absolute whipped man he is.

“you’re like a clingy cat,” you muttered, your heart still beating fast. you had expected him to deny it or to laugh like it was a joke. but instead, much to your surprise, he pulled you into a kiss, caressing your cheek softly.

and to your utter horror, he said something to you when he pulled away.

“only for you,” he whispered.

you gaped at him, your mouth open and your eyes wide. you felt your blush intensify, your whole face feeling hot.

“j-juyeon,” you scrambled off his lap. “why would you agree, it was a joke! and... did you just call yourself a cat?”

“and what about it?” he tilted his head innocently. you groaned, frustrated as you stormed off, your ears bright red.

“where’re you going?” he called out, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“to bed,” you paused. “...join if you want.”

“i’ll be there soon,” he sang out, giggling. “and i’m going to cuddle you the whole night.”

you didn’t respond, as you closed the door and slid against it, falling to the floor. you buried your face in your hands, unable to comprehend how you managed to get a boyfriend like this.

-

"can i hug you? since you said i'm like a cuddly ca-"

"don't even," you shoved him away, practically making him fall off the bed.

"but i love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose. you groaned again, feeling your cheeks flush.

[jinisnuggets]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ! ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ ˣ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ! ᶠᵉᵐ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ⁷.⁴ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ..?

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ, ⁱˡˡⁿᵉˢˢ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃˢ ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ,

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶜᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ⁿᵉʷ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʰ��ˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬˢˢⁱˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵒⁱ ᴶᵒⁿᵍʰᵒ, ʰᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱᵈ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵉˡᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵐʸ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ 😅, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘᵐ ʸᵉˢ! ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢᵉᵈ ᴵ ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ᶠⁱᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ ᵒʳ ⁿᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ, ᴵ ʳˡˡʸ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ <³

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, because those who found it in the real world were rarely ever happy.

Why couldn’t humanity just accept simple facts like that? Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. Why do people have to be so delusional that they shift things that always end bad into something with a happy ending.

To someone like Jongho, all of that was pure bullshit.

San picked up his phone from the table and looked at the contact, quickly excusing himself from the group and leaving to chat with the person on the other line.

“San really does love his girlfriend doesn't he?” Seonghwa mentioned with a smile replacing his regular face as he looked at everyone else who sat at the table.

“He really does, he doesn't even hang out with me anymore.” Wooyoung pouted, bringing a spoonful of his food into his mouth.

“Well it's a moment of happiness for him, let the poor man live.” Hongjoong added, picking up chopsticks and allowing himself to take a bite of his steak.

The others chuckled, allowing themselves to resume in their long awaited meals.

Wooyoung took a chance to glance to the seat over and face Jongho who was just kinda staring blankly into whatever universe he might have been in.

“Jongho you good? You kinda just went into a trance all of a sudden”

Jongho nodded in response “I just don't get why y'all are so happy over something that won't last.”

Everyone's attention shifted from their food to Jongho, even though it was expected from someone like Jongho who had that mindset for a long time, no one would've expected him to be so loud about it.

“Jongho, don't you think that's a bit direct -” Seonghwa managed to mutter out but was unable to complete his sentence due to the interruption.

“I don't get why people make such a big deal when someone speaks the truth. Admit it, if they last it's going to be surprising news for everyone.”

Wooyoung and Hongjoong made eye contact at the words of the youngest. Although no one at the table said anything, they all thought the same thing and no one was going to deny it.

“What did I miss?” San said in a cheerful and enthusiastic tone, sitting down at the table and continuing with his meal but immediately glancing around at the table upon not hearing anyone responding.

“I left for 4 minutes and you guys got into an argument? I swear with you guys.” San muttered playfully which earned a laugh from Wooyoung and a chuckle from Seonghwa. No one had the intention to tell San what had happened while he was gone even though it was almost guaranteed that he wouldn't be offended as he also knew Jongho’s mindset well.

The table became loud, mainly from Wooyoung raging at Hongjoong for certain things he said and always ending up laughing as loud a humanly possible, San also added onto the already unnecessary noise, helping Wooyoung or Hongjoong out in whatever argument they were having based on who's side he was on, Jongho and Seonghwa were quiet and just focused on eating.

Mentions of his girlfriend creeped into the conversation and Jongho couldn't help but roll his eyes, sometimes it was just a sudden mention of “my girlfriend” or sometimes it was her actual name, but she was definitely referenced in the conversation that had nothing to do with her.

Seriously what was so exciting about being with someone romantically? It's always the same outcome of them showing you who they want you to see and then later on switching to take advantage of you whenver you're too deep in their game, same situation everytime, something he'd heard far too many times.

San wouldn't last in his relationship, and Jongho knew it, although he truly dreaded the sight of his friend crying, what could be really do about it? He asked for it… It was all destined when he decided to say yes to the question that could have easily been rejected and avoided, if it was anyone's fault it was San’s.

__________

“Dr. Choi, can I have you check over these?”

The so presumed, Dr. Choi, glanced at the door to see, what he considered, the love shot girl. He didn't have any specific reason for giving you the name other than the fact that he knew you were a little blinded for the feeling of love, and that was practically his only reason behind the nickname, other than the fact that he never really took enough interest in you to memorize your full name.

Handing him your paperwork as he cleared his desk from the already full stack of papers, many empty and waiting to be filled out. You watched as he read over your work and gave it back to you, you stayed in your place, unmoving and waiting for his feedback.

He finally answered, “your work's good, maybe try being more detailed with question 2 and 7, they're too vague and Superior Kim won't like that.”

You glanced back down at your paper, kinda shocked as you read over the marked spots. “Oh my gosh, thank you. I didn't even realize how badly I wrote them… anything else I should take a look at?”

Jongho finally met you in the eye, you could tell that he was annoyed and in his mind it was probably a waste of time to be giving a newbie like you advice. Dr. Choi was a full on experienced doctor, and he knew how to correct his mistakes when he made them, unlike you who still needed to get the okay from another doctor, he wasn't the only annoyed one, you were quite annoyed at yourself too.

“I have a question.” You heard him say… standing up straight and fixing your posture, “Yes…?” You were nervous and you couldn't hide it, Dr. Choi was no ordinary doctor as he was very strict and upfront.

“I'm not in charge of you, so why do you always come to me to check your work?”

Clearing your throat and making eye contact that you tried your best to hold. Choi Jongho had some of the most fierce and direct eyes, yet according to you, they were quite beautiful. Big and a round oval-like shaped, brown and almost looked like the eyes of a baby bear.

“I care about your opinion the most… you are honest and upfront, so that is why I come here instead of going to my section leader.”

You noticed his eyebrow raise, he was a bit confused.

“What about Dr. Kang?”

“He's too warm hearted to point out any visible mistakes.”

“Dr. Park?”

“He points out my mistakes but he often misses a few small details, and he's not as direct with his advice either.”

”Dr. Jung?”

“I'm just too scared go in there…”

You noticed him crack a smile earning a flinch from you in which he noticed, he chuckled lightly and you somewhat wondered what you had said to earn such a reaction from him. Whenever you entered the room his aura always got so serious.

“Alright I guess, you can go, I have work to do.” his smile was still visible, keeping it as he brought all the papers he had been working on in front of him again, making you realize a couple of things as you walked out of his office.

Choi Jongho always checked over your stuff yet for himself he had to do all of the writing and checking, you almost felt bad for always going in there to disrupt his alone time, intruding because you always wanted him to check over what you should've been the one to take full credit for.

Jongho once again got back to work, picking up his pen just to hear the familiar creaking of the door. Somewhat fed up this time, he looked over at the door with a sharp stare making you almost jump out of your soul.

“What now? You already finished more paperwork? I'm jealous, wish I could rush over things like that-”

“No- I just brought you a coffee..”

You completed, speed walking over to his desk to place the warm mug down, rushing over back to the door and shutting it.

Of course Jongho was confused, he couldn't help but chuckle as he questioned your perfect timing. He was somewhat falling asleep and craving a coffee, about to stop his work once again to get up and satisfy his craving. Worried, he took a sip and to his surprise, it tasted exactly how he liked it. Not too sugared yet not too bitter. Most people didn't land in a place right in the middle so it threw him off guard.

How did you know?

____

Day and day again, you entered his office and got his feedback on your work, it happened for days on end. Finally, Superior Kim decided to close up your section for the day in order for him to make a couple of changes in the furniture and in general the way the section was operated, part of those changes involved you moving into the same room as Jongho in order to become his assistant for the time being.

Jongho's original assistant had been on a small hiatus to take a trip to her home country because both of her parents were now disabled and she needed to be there for them, Superior Kim and Dr. Choi were both unsure if she would return to the hospital or find a new job in her hometown. Nevertheless, you were Jongho's assistant for now, which would make things easier for both him and you.

Or so you thought-

Every morning, you entered his, or now to be said your, office with breakfast to find him already sitting down at his desk, computer open and files scattered all over, in shock you brought your morning dish over to your spot and right when you were about sit down he suddenly turns to you and asks you if you could bring him some breakfast too.

Surely, you didn't really have a choice. Your title was assistant after all. It wasn't that you had a problem with it, but it was more unusual, mainly since this was never really the case when you were Dr. Jeong’s assistant, normally his pace would be slow and he wouldn't rush to get started on his work. You both got breakfast, entered the office and sat down on your own seats as you chatted for a bit, waiting for each other to finish before actually starting on your work.

So you went down to get him his breakfast, technically the same thing you got yourself since he never told you what he liked. You served him some apple juice since it was what you liked in the morning, you were never a fan of morning coffee especially because you knew you'd need another cup later on and that'd just be too much coffee for one day.

You brought up his breakfast and watched him stare at his food for a hot moment.

“I'm scared of you.” he finally stated.

“if you don't like it, I can go back down and get you what you want-”

“No, this is exactly what I get too…” he mumbled.

You let out a sigh of relief and went over to sit down on your chair, you wouldn't have much work that day since there wasn't many appointments booked, and the ones that showed up on the chart were really nothing serious, just a couple of check ups.

You glanced at Jongho and rolled your eyes.

“Shouldn't you take a break and eat your breakfast? I don't mean to disrupt you but you don't seem to have that much work today, after eating your breakfast you should also clean up your workspace. That'll make you loose focus.”

Jongho glanced around at his almost fully cover desk and looked back at his almost empty shelves, it was one of the first times he agreed with you other than what you had said about Wooyoung earlier. He looked at you and nodded, clearing his space in the middle in order to make room for his breakfast.

“Let's chat for a bit.” you said

“Did Dr. Jeong teach you that or something?” he grinned, taking a sip of his juice and picking up his tray.

“Precisely.” you added.

“I'm not surprised, he's always been that type. Speaking of… why didn't you go to him for the checking of your work. You were his assistant ya?”

You frowned, slightly trying to think of an appropriate response for his question.

“I really don't know, I think it's mainly because he was always doing so much at once so I kinda felt bad.”

Jongho nodded, understanding where you came from, your breakfast continued as such and the day went on as normal, Jongho asked you for something and you gave it to him, you also took the opportunity to clean his workspace which he questioned you for, in which you always responded.

“I finished my work so I'm technically not prohibited from helping you and this messy area you have going on.”

And well, afterwards he simply let you be, as long as you weren't distracting or bothering him, he was completely fine with you partying inside the office. That was mostly how your life carried along, you entered the hospital, helped Jongho with whatever he needed, did work, and repeat… occasionally having to help with a patient or two, but that wasn't your job so you mainly stayed out of it.

In the beginning you were certain that Jongho hated you… but now that you were his assistant, you weren't sure how to feel. It kinda angered you because you had no idea whether he viewed you somewhat like a friend or if he despised you with all of his heart… you preferred to be some place in the middle.

Even if you both shared an office, he still kept mostly to himself and so did you, the only reason you spoke was mostly for him to check your work and that was really it… although it was upsetting, you were coworkers and had to act like it, there wasn't time to goof around in a place like a hospital and you knew it.

Truthfully more than anyone.

__________

“I'm gonna be heading out, my shift is over and it's late. Is there anything you would like me to know before I leave?”

Although he was focused on the paperwork that was in front of his desk, he heard you and took the opportunity to glance up at you, “You should wait, I'm about to finish this and my shift is over as well, it's dangerous so we should walk home together.”

You stayed silent, mainly because you were trying to figure out if this was just a friendly offer or if he was actually showing genuine interests in you.

Nevertheless, your staring was obvious, which made him take his eyes off his paperwork to look at you.

“We go the same direction, ya?”

You snapped out of your trance and finally nodded. You sat back down on your chair and scrolled through your phone as he finished up the last few questions.

“But try to hurry, I'm hungry so I'm really looking forward to get home.”

He grinned in response to your comment, simply focusing on what was in front of him, of course to him, you were just a coworker and nothing more. His job was serious and nothing to look forward to, you never knew what type of patients would come in so there was no time to laugh.

The atmosphere would stay quiet for the last 7 minutes that you would be in hospital, when Jongho gave you the okay, you both headed out as you waited for him while he gave the key to the next employee, they needed to lock up for the night for safety measures since the hospital staff would be there to open up to anyone who might’ve been in need of care.

“So, why did you wanna walk home with me.” You brought yourself to ask, seeing your cold breath in the air, Jongho refused to look at you in which you found quite funny.

“For both of our safety, walking home this late at night is dangerous.”

You shrugged, “you've let me go at my regular time multiple times before so I don't see much of an issue. It just caught me by surprise.”

Jongho nodded, “I understand.” The walk continued to be silent for the next few minutes, you sighed in debate multiple times until you reached the more public side of the city, you were about 11 minutes away from home and the feeling of hunger was really just eating you up inside.

“Dr. Choi, i'm really hungry, and now i'm lacking motivation to go home and make myself something, so now that we're here, would you like to stop by somewhere and eat? With me possibly?”

You saw a smirk creep up on Jongho's face, noticing his head coming up as he pretended to act surprised, “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Of course not, do you wanna go with me or not?” You responded annoyed, rolling your eyes at the guy who believed so highly of himself all of a sudden, you heard him chucke, a soft, small chuckle which you had failed to hear be directed at you.

Because he wasn't laughing or poking fun at you, he was laughing at something you had said, and you didn't know if that was a good sign or a death sign.

“Sure, I'll go with you, i'm pretty hungry myself.”

You hadn't noticed the small smile forming on your face, that stupid smile that you hadn't felt since the last time you looked at your highschool crush.

In the end, you both ended up on the outside table of one of your favorite resturants, the lighting was dim and if you looked to your right, you'd see the main city that stood across the wide river. It was a beautiful setting when it came to someone like you, who loved to imagine these sceneries in a painting or a romantic movie.

“Dr. Choi, have you ever liked someone?”

The question caught him off guard, he didn't know what to respond and the only thing he could do was try to move past the question by taking a sip of his drink, playing distracted.

He noticed you nod as you understood what he wanted to tell you, he wasn't comfortable with the subject and that was okay, you weren’t going to judge him.

“I don't know you too well, mind telling me about your childhood?” You asked with the softest eyes he'd seen from you. Sighing, he responded while easing his posture and leaning back on his chair, crossing his arms and looking out into the landscape that overcame the both of you

“I don't know much that I could say, my childhood was for the most part normal. Regular parents with one little brother, we grew up in the isolated town, the type that aren't very known, the ones with a small population, a community of their own.”

“So you grew up in small towns, what made you move to the city?”

Jongho sighed, unknowing of what to say, upon noticing his silence, you were about to dismiss your question until he sat up straigter and began speaking.

“My mom and my dad divorced whenever me and my brother were still young, we were constantly moving in between houses, having to experience every new partner that our parents had, my mom never lasted with any of them and when my dad finally found someone who he felt right, they got really sick and passed away, so he never got his happy ending, they both passed away so there's no turning back now.”

You couldn't help but cover your mouth at his words, in disbelief and feeling guilty for opening up that trauma in him again.

“I'm sorry that happened, I also apologize for asking-”

“It's fine, i'm over it.”

Silence filled the table and things became awkward, you heard him shuffle a bit and then turn back to face you.

“What about you?”

You slightly pouted, crossing your own arms and rocking back and fourth on your own chair.

“I wasn't ever able to enjoy my childhood because I constantly had to be in and out of somewhere, and even though it was meant to help me, little me just thought of it as a prison, but now as an adult I realize the importance of them, currently trying to avoid other children from going through the same thing as me.”

Jongho nodded, slightly smiling from your statement.

“I should call you the queen of vague”

“Hey!?”

Jongho laughed, listening to you ramble on about how it was a sensitive topic and you preferred to be vague about it, he simply nodded and said ‘I understand’ which ticked you off even more, making you continue to yell to him about it, eventually he quieted you down and you relaxed, giving him one last slap on his shoulder and leaving him alone.

Truthfully, you both connected a lot during your dinner, which was unexpected for the both of you. Although the two of you bonded, you agreed to keep things professional at work,

The walk home was full of laughter, you had warmed up to each other and had become comfortable, you felt good enough to playfully push each other or smack each other on the shoulder. The walk went by quickly and the two of you ended up at your separating point without even realizing, your house was one way and his was the other.

“Thank you for this talk Dr. Choi, I think we should get going, it's about to be one in the morning.” You chuckled to which he nodded, his smile never fading.

“You should get some rest, long day tomorrow.”

You nodded, watching him walk away from your street, bringing yourself to turn around, you were ready to get home and flop on your bed, happy that you could consider someone like Dr. Choi a friend.

“Jongho by the way.”

You turned around, hearing his voice speaking, you hadn't been sure if you had heard him right since by that point he was already turning the corner, you stood in the same spot, all sleepiness gone from your head as you replayed his words over and over again.

Did he just say you could call him Jongho?

__________

“I'm starving!!”

“Choi San, please calm down-”

“Choi Jongho, please cheer up”

Jongho glared at San who quickly broke the eye contact to pick up the kimchi that was across the table, adding it to his lunch, Jongho slightly smiled and begun adding his own sauces and seasonings to his food, San begun eating and taking a sip of his americano which sat on the cup holder beside him.

“It's been a while since I've had this-”, his eyes squeezed shut at the burst of flavor that hit his taste buds, using his utensils to rush for another bite of the meal, however he was quick to notice that Jongho wasn't eating, he didn't look upset, more deep in thought.

“Are you not hungry?”

“Oh no, I am.”

“Then what's wrong?”

San genuinely seemed concerned for Jongho's well being, he didn't want him to suddenly grow insecure or go on a diet when he didn't have to, San begun to wonder if Jongho had something wrong that he wasn't aware of.

Jongho leaned forward on the table, grinning with one hand flat on the wood that held all of the food, his lunch and drink pushed aside as Jongho made eye contact with San.

“I have a bit of a problem.”

San’s eyes widened as he only imagined the worst, of course it had to be that. Jongho never invites someone to eat first.

“You're dying!?? Jongho you can't die!!!!”

Jongho flinched, “what..? Where'd you hear that from? No, I'm not dying, i'm still young and have an entire life ahead of me.”

San’s shoulders fell in relief.

“Oh thank god… well then, what's this problem?”

“Well, I may or may not like someone... in more than a plotonic manner..”

Silence filled the room as the information registered into San’s head, then the entire after process of the loading signal before he finally reacted.

“You!? Like you!? Nah, you're joking-”

“I'm not.” He interrupted, keeping his gaze locked and still on San, making him take another sip of his americano, side eyeing Jongho to make sure he wasn't looking at him and upon seeing his gaze fully locked on him, he slowly broke it by looking back at his drink.

“Well… what's she like?”

“It's my assistant in the hospital.” Jongho quickly responded, San nodded as he went back to his food and took a few more spoonfuls before leaning back on his chair and taking some time to relax.

“I don't work at the hospital so I don't know who it is.”

Jongho clicked his tongue and tapped his finger, attempting to search his mind for a comfortable and explainable way of telling him who you were,

“You know Yunho’s assistant?”

“Yeah- L/n Y/n, wonderful girl to be honest-”

“Well her.”

San made a understood head motion while lip syncing an ‘ah’ and grabbing his americano from the table, taking a good gulp of it before the realization hit him.

“She's your assistant now!? What happened with Yunho!?”

“Relax, from what I've been told she's only my assistant temporally, until we figure out whether my former assistant is coming back or not I'll be staying with her.”

“Wait wait wait, let me get this straight… so L/n transferred to your office and became your assistant for the time being… and now you like her?”

Jongho looked away, a bit ashamed, not of you but of himself. Technically everyone knew how Jongho's brain worked so for him to hit them up with something like this was just kinda silly when he himself had said so many negative things about relationships.

“What happened to that old ‘relationships are only for people without a brain-’”

“I never said that!”

San burst out laughing and Jongho just rolled his eyes, finally taking a bite of his own food and nodding in approval to it.

“Listen, I was in the wrong when I said all of that, my opinion hasn't really changed much and truthfully I'm a bit disappointed in myself but… I don't wanna lie to you-”

San tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what his younger friend meant by the statement, “lie to me about what?”

Jongho sighed and explained the entire incident of what happened that day when they met up as a group in the restaurant, explaining what he said about San’s relationship behind his back. What he said was harsh but San was very understanding about It, mocking and cracking a joke about Jongho once or twice again to which Jongho almost cursed San out.

It was a bright setting and the mood was lifted, both of them discussed all those typical relationship things and walked each other home, although Jongho left confused with the entire feeling and exsistance of the word love, San told him to meet up with Seonghwa since despite his status as a single pringle, he was actually very good with relationship advice and quite useful.

And of course when he did, Seonghwa showed an identical reaction to that of San’s, thrilled by how much Jongho had changed in the span of a few months and all because you had become his assistant, and even though Seonghwa truthfully had never met you or known you as Yunho’s assistant, he assumed you were a great person rightfully going off the fact that you were able to pull Jongho.

And his theory about you wasn't wrong, because at the end of the day… you really had become Jongho's everything, and it would stay that way for a long time, he had no idea whether his feelings for you were no more than platonic or actually romantic, so what more could he really go off of other than the fact that you had done something to him, and here he was having no idea what it was.

__________

Jongho just knew something was wrong, it could've just been a gut feeling, or the fact that when he had finally become close with you and all of a sudden you just disappeared… well you didn't just snap out of existence, he saw you, but you no longer showed up to work on schedule or everyday like before, you missed days, and a lot.

And he didn't know how to bring it up to his colleagues, his former assistant missed days regularly so he wasn't ever concerned for her, rarely did the thought of something bad happening to her cross his mind. But for you? For you it was different, because if you missed a day, which itself was already concerning, you'd miss it on notice.

But you haven't done so these days. So what if something bad really did happen to you, or was happening to you?

Jongho snapped out of his trance upon hearing his door slam open, he hadn't noticed he had been staring at plainly nothing and looking like if he was about to pass out, he finally took a glance at his door to find Hongjoong standing in front, looking a bit frightened by Jongho’s appearance among his entry.

“You okay?” Hongjoong questioned, walking over to Jongho's desk and taking a seat from the stack in the corner of the room.

“I've just been thinking about some things.” Jongho responded, letting go of the folder that he was practically squeezing in his grip and leaning back on his chair, slamming the folder on his face in order to shield his eyes from the light.

“It must be really stressing you out if you're like this.” Hongjoong responded, mirroring Jongho's actions by relaxing on the chair that he sat in, Jongho didn't respond and Hongjoong took the moment to change the topic…

Well, slightly.

“Have you visited Y/n yet?”

Jongho's gaze shifted to his superior who sat across from him, all the tension in his body coming back as he realized-

“You know where she is!?”

Hongjoong lifted his head and tilted it slightly, confused he asked, “Did she not tell you?”

Jongho aggressively shook his head in disagreement, which inserted the realization behind Jongho's stress, making Hongjoong lightly let out a curse word.

“It’s a little bit difficult to explain, i'm just confused on why she didn't tell you-” Hongjoong said, lightly scratching the back of his neck nervously and anxiously.

With low patience tolerance, Jongho sighed annoyed at why Hongjoong was unable to explain what you couldn't, grabbing his head in an attempt to cure the unbearable heart-eating headache.

“I really don't know how to tell you but I'll try to keep this professional, she's in the hospital, for personal reasons…”

“The hospital!?” Jongho almost burst into tears, why wouldn't you tell him something like that!?

“Correct.”

“Could I know what those personal reasons are…?” Jongho asked, crossing his fingers from under the table, his eyes watered down and sealed lips to prevent a shaky voice, Hongjoong felt pity… and a lot.

Hongjoong replied, “Trust me.. if I knew I'd tell you, but she hasn't made me aware of the situation either.”

Jongho bit his lip, he was at a loss for words. And the worst part is that he wasn’t going to have time to see you for a few days, all he could do was pray that everything would be fine, that you'd be okay.

___________

He was desperate to see you, so when he saw the first available opportunity, he asked Hongjoong at what hospital you were located and rushed over.

“What are you doing here!?” You nearly screamed at the sight of his face.

“I'm here to see you.” He responded. Sitting up on the hospital bed, you looked down at his hands and noticed the bouquet of flowers, he also held a takeout bag which you assumed was for you.

“Don't tell me you even brought me gifts?” You smirked, not knowing what he'd respond with, he looked to the side and nodded at what you suggested. He put the flowers on your lap and placed the bag next to your bed.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He answered to which you dramatically covered your mouth as if you were offended, “Rude.” You muttered, bringing the bag up and finding your favorite restaurant’s food-to-go laying in a takeout box. You had shared that information with him the day you went to eat together, recommending him the area and sharing your favorite dishes, expressing how much you loved their ice cream and milkshakes. You were surprised he even remembered the name in the first place.

Your expressions reacted quicker than your brain, shifting your head up at him as he sighed, nodding his head, and cutting you off just when you were about to speak.

“Yes, I did try their ice cream and milkshake, and I brought you one too.”

He pointed inside the box and you finally realized the cold drink laying next to a container of french fries, gasping you took out the shake and fries and started diving in, you noticed him looking at you, however not in the usual way. This time his eyes weren't soft like they usually were, his expression screamed anger, fear, injustice, you peaked a look at him and held up your fries.

“I forgot to thank you, I was too excited… would you like some..?” You asked, Jongho simply shook his head in denial, and you stayed looking at him, concern filling your face.

He couldn't possibly know… could he…?

You lightly chuckled, attempting to add some humor into the tense mood of the room, “Why are you just staring like that? You're making me uncomfortable mr…”

Jongho slightly smiled and nodded, “Why didn't you tell me you were here?” He asked, eyes not softening at the slightest as he kept his gaze strong and firm.

“I didn't wanna bother you, everything I say is a bother-” you chuckled once again, however, you noticed his silence to your comment and you knew you messed up.

“Sorry-” you added, feeling your bed sink down upon him sitting on it, caressing your hair and putting it behind your ear. “Please tell me- what's wrong..?”

But you couldn't bring yourself to… How could you bring yourself to? You swore to never tell anyone outside of those who already knew- and you were going to stick to that promise.

“You'll figure it out soon enough.”

You felt his hand slam onto your arm, which caused you to flinch. And that's when you finally noticed his shiny eyes, soft stare, and shaky lips.

“Don’t say that Y/n…”

You couldn't believe your eyes. Jongho, the man who always had a tough figure and personality, was showing you weakness. The man who you always presumed as someone with a high ego, enough to push you away so carelessly, was showing you care and frustration. All because you were in a bad state.

You couldn't say much more than what you already had, and Jongho got the message, because he let go of you and walked out of the room. You couldn't express anymore regret about what you had done, Jongho was crying and it was your fault, but what you had to say… it just… you couldn't say it, because it would pain you more than it would pain him, and you knew it.

But to your surprise, Jongho came to visit you regularly, he made time almost everyday. If you were tired he'd sing you to sleep, if you weren't, he'd stay with you until you were. After you fell asleep he cried, he rested his head, covering his eyes with his palm, the lingering feeling of emotions overtaking his mind, it was driving him crazy.

He asked you to be his girlfriend eventually, to which you accepted. You tried to be happy and energetic around him, and when he asked you to go take a walk, you had no choice but to decline, he brought you food and you let him do a lot of the talking while you ate.

And as time passed that became your daily day, you had medical staff come in, and take care of you, boring day after, and later at night Jongho would come visit you.

He brought you outside like you asked, pushing on the handles as you admired the stars, looking at them from an outside point of view again after a couple of months of not seeing them in that figure.

“The moon looks brighter than I remember-” you excitedly said, looking down at Jongho who was sitting down on the grass.

“I think it's closer to the earth right now because it isn't normally this bright.” He responded, as you chuckled, he made eye contact with you again to which you just laughed from the way he looked up at you.

“I'm really gonna-” he joked before you cut him off, “You don't need to- I just think looking down at you despite the fact that you're taller than me, it's just funny” you said, looking back up at the stars and admiring the view.

Jongho looked back as well, trying to hide his eyes in the darkness, hoping the moon wouldn't illuminate his eyes enough to show you the weakness he held once again, he couldn't help it when he was with you, he just simply couldn't stand seeing you trying to be happy when in reality you were suffering.

He picked himself back up and placed his hand on your thigh, no matter how much you wished to, you couldn't feel his soft and warm hands touching your helpless and uncensoring skin, you both looked into each other's eyes and pressed your lips together.

It was your first kiss with him, so you valued it a lot, feeling his warm lips press up against yours as he smudge his scent all over you, you loved it… it was an obsessing feeling that you couldn't get enough of…

You would miss these moments.

When you both separated, he forced a smile and hugged you tightly, he knew it just as well as you did, you smiled and hugged him back. You weren't going to let the thought overtake the mood, it wasn't going to happen, you were going to make the most of this night, even if your options were limited.

You both went back inside and you watched Jongho leave, coming back with your favorite restaurant once more, taking the bag and milkshake, giving it all to you. He handed you the oreo ice cream he'd got for you and laughed with you, it was the most he'd heard you speak in a long time.

He sang you to sleep once more, this time staying with you all night long and hugging your warm body, he didn't wait to leave, he stayed, all hours of the night, he'd be with you…

__________

Years later, he would be walking the watered down streets to the field covered with sculpted rocks, looking for the specific one, holding flowers and a small box in one hand.

When he finally found it, he sat down and sighed. This had become a regular thing and a daily activity by this time, it had become a regular tradition in his life to visit you 3 times a week at least.

“I had a long day, oh- and I also found this dairy that I believe belonged to you, I found it in the box of things that I stored for you.”

Putting the dairy on his lap, opening it and turning to a specific page, beginning to read it outloud.

“April 7th 2021… They made switches around the hospital, I am now Dr. Choi’s assistant, which I couldn’t determine as a good or bad thing. I've talked about this change previously but now i'm really convinced that being Choi Jongho’s assistant is absolutely a bad thing and something that the demon’s of the other side decided would be my destiny because this man hates my guts. He's rude too… I kinda miss Dr. Jeong-”

He stopped reading and chuckled lightly, looking back at you.

“If you hated me that much you might as well have requested to Hongjoong to go back with Yunho.”

He continued reading.

“However, I'm gonna try to get close with him, I've been interested in him for a long time… I've been coming regularly, trying to get his approval and make him like me a bit more. I don't think bothering him was the right option though, it wasn't my intention haha, future me can't see but I'm actually laughing right now. I hope to come back to this page in the future, but being friends with Choi Jongho. He's a mysterious person so I'd be happy if I gained his trust. If I manage to live long enough, I hope to have a chance with Dr. Choi and be able to call him by his first name, I have so many things I wanna do with him to be honest-”

Jongho stopped, taking a moment to catch his breath and clean his eyes.

“I know it sounds obsessive for me to be writing about him like this, I don't do it often, I just wanna express how I feel, older me will find this so weird too, I kinda do. I really wanna go eat at my favorite restaurant with him, go on late night dates and experience his sincere care.”

Flashbacks replayed in Jongho’s head as he cleaned his eyes once more, remembering if all the things you guys had time to do.

“If I can experience this before I die with Jongho, or really anyone- I'd leave this earth happily. If there's one thing I know for sure it's that I don't have long, but I chose to live my life in happiness over sadness, I can't be sad for the little life I have. Hopefully, i'll be able to meet the right one, and if this sickness allows me too- I hope to get married. I wanna be able to experience my life to the fullest, and live excitedly, not make this lung disease my entire life. I wanna be and will be happy, period.”

Jongho sniffed his nose and placed your dairy in his bag, taking out the small box and putting it down.

“I don't wanna bother you for too long, but I'm gonna be happy and live my life to the fullest, I will always love you, you'll always be my first and only love, nothing or no one will ever change that…”

He fixed the box, placing it on the rock that covered the dirt, the rectangle shaped rock that laid flat on the ground, full of flowers and gifts from your other loved ones who most likely came to visit you regularly as well. He hid the box among the flowers and shielded it from public view, taking a moment to smile once more before leaving.

Things like fate and destiny were unrealistic words in his mind.

He who walked the streets for years alone had known better than anyone that things like love was just something that appeared in the movies, and it would stay that way until the right person walked up to you on their own.

He seriously couldn't understand why humanity just couldn't accept simple facts like that. Maybe it wasn't common knowledge but it was surely a simple concept. He had met the right one when he least expected it. People needed to understand that love is not something someone should search for, because if it's real, the two parties would find each other sololy.

To someone like Jongho, he had found true love and was never going to change that, he was satisfied with how his life turned out and he knew you'd agree… and he'd wait for the day where he'd find you again in this world, and hear you accept the ring that laid inside the sealed box behind all your flowers.

Because at the end of the day, you really had become his everything.

[kaivenom]

Eddie Munson dating another Dungeon Master HCS

Masterlist

How you meet/Pre-dating

When you first got in town you didn't expect to find a Dnd club so easily, especially at the high school.

Registering was easy, the hard part was integrating in the group. They saw you as a woman who was trying to joke with them, they don't believe that you liked Dnd.

When you first showed up to a campaign they started to believe you were truly sincere.

That campaign was the start of everything because you didn't like how the dungeon master was doing things, and of course, you confronted him about it.

He didn't like that, he started to make so much noise and excentric movements, the rest of the people on the room were scared.

He said he wasn't going to take advice from a newbie and when you said you were the dungeon master of your previous group, he hesitated. You left the campaign early because you felt sick of being there.

Eddie called you a couple of days later to the next meeting, you didn't want to go, he insisted and at the end you accepted.

This campaign was different, he made some changes on his method, changes that you had suggested the previous time.

You were very happy that your stubborness didn't screw your posibilities with the hellfire club.

From that day, spending time with Eddie was becoming an usual thing to do.

When he took the step of inviting to his caravan, all the afternoons were a reunion to talk about new stories and strategies.

You liked so much being with him, and he liked somehow whose as freak and emotive as him.

Days passed by and Eddie called you for a campaign but when you get there only was him and you.

And yet, you sitted on the table and hear him talk. It was a simple quest but as he was narrating the storyline, you realized he was telling you his feelings.

When the quest ended, he gave you a nervous look, waiting for you to understand what he tried to tell you. You kissed him almost inmediatly.

The kiss was chaotic and messy, you both were nervous and very happy about it. After things got more heated, you established your relationship.

Dating life

From that moment, him never left your side, almost like a lost puppy.

Obviausly, when you need a moment alone, he lets you alone, but the rest of the time, it's you little beloved pain in the ass (as he says).

He really likes physical contact, at first he is not use to it but one he does... his hugs are the best, his kisses are smooth and cute or become the most erotic thing on the world.

Going to all his shows and being his number one fan.

Switching hellfire club's T-shirts, because you like to steal his clothes and make fun of how your shirt suit on him.

Speaking of stealing clothes, everything could be a target to you, chains, belts, shirts, bandanas, etc.

He doesn't tent to get jelaous because he knows that if you choose him from all the people, then you will stay with him but he is still insecure.

So if he sees you being to intimate or happy with another man, even if it's another member of the club, he will get a little sad or even uncomfortable. But he isn't the one to have a jelaous agressive rage.

Now that you two are dating, you have the privilege to cocreate with him the campaigns.

You had to insist many times but he accepted to let you lead a campaign from time to time.

Long nights on his van talking and reading while he plays the guitar.

He is the type of persons to ask you if you will eat all the plate when you are just starting, and as a boyfriend he is worse, he gets the food of your plate without asking. But in compensation he lets you take everything you want, his food, his heart, etc.

He tries to teach you how to play the guitar, and of course you are the first one to know the new songs, he even wrote you a song but you didn't let him sing it in public, so now he only plays it like an inside joke.

The club is very glad that you are finally dating, they were tired of hearing Eddie talk about you, and also they discovered that you had a calming effect on him. So now when he is having a full dramatic moment you call his attetion and he has already forgotten what he was talking about.

He is capable of going to you house in the middle of the night with a big speaker and play some rock classic about love (I was made for loving you baby by KISS).

He always has to be touching you some way.

NSFW

He is a sucker for attetion and that applies to the sex as well.

Many people believe he is a dom! type but it reality i think he is a switch, especially to the sub! side.

He wants you attetion and he wants to make her godness happy, he is a pleaser, always wanting to go down on you before every time you had sex.

Of course role play of your campaings and characters happens many times.

The first time he was nervous to ask for it but then both of you proposed it at the same time and became something normal, its a things that you both use as a turn on.

He is more of a private guy, he wants to worship you alone but that makes room for teasing in public too: squeezing your butt while walking, passing his hand thru your thight and little higher if you were a skirt, brushing you tits while passing...

He likes all of you, he doesn't know how to choose one part of yourself.

That develops in the fact that he doesn't knows how to choose a favourite position.

Somedays he is all about doggy style and your ass, other days he likes to be more passional so missionary and other days he just wants to see your tits bounce while riding him.

His van is your paradise, because his uncle works many time, you almost have all the time for yourselves.

He isn't very experienced when he got with you so the first time it's a little awkard, both of you laughing and being cute.

He is a fast learner, from the time he heard your moans, he decided to make you cum and scream his name as much and loud as possible.

He even buys you lingerie from time to time, just to spoil you.

The only times he gets dom, is when he is either frustrated or angry, it doesn't have to be with you but you like to suffer the consecuence of having him fucking you raw.

[stellamancer]

niku (for the ask game) i wish you’d write a fic where reader is in grad school with gooj……..maybe a lil academic rivals to lovers….

gRAD SCHOOL WITH GOOJ.... and you can't just say MAYBE A LITTLE academic rivals to lovers to me. i cannot have just a little it MUST BE A BUFFET. 

UH ANYWAY. so actually, as someone who only did their undergrad, i had to ask the grad student i do know about the difference. and they actually ended up feeding me ideas. i can't take credit for their brilliance though.

> if theyre academic rivals to lovers then maybe theyre sharing an elective class that has a group project and theyre in diff groups

and also:

> well my apartment building has laundry in it > but imagine reader hauling their laundry to a laundromat n running into gojo > id shit > gojo sees u hauling ur laundry and follows u inside to bug u abt ur group project (separate groups btw) and he just sits there while u shove everything into the machine hoping he doesnt see ur underwear

i think being in separate groups for a group project would be fun. so uh, full disclosure i think i went kind of off the rails and i DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS ANY MORE. but uh. it got terribly self indulgent is and is just short of 5k which is is insane. so uh. yeah hahahaaHAHAHAHA. <- laughing to hide my tears.

anyway, as for my own idea. so uh, please ignore me for laying down some groundwork HAHAHA. so, reader and gojo ended up attending the same university for undergrad. it's a very prestigious school with a famously low acceptance rate (for reference, gojo was recommended for admittance and took the entrance exam for the funsies).

reader, who was used to being the top student, is somewhat surprised that, upon the results of their first major exam being posted, they are not first but SECOND. briefly, and I do mean briefly, they're kind of like ‘well this is a really prestigious school ofc there would be insanely smart people here that could best me’ but then they find out that the person in the top spot is satoru gojo.

and said gojo is known for being a filthy rich, insufferable slacker and because of that reader has no respect for him and gets MAD. especially since they've also heard the rumor that he's attending school for shits and giggles. so they study extra hard to try and knock him from the top spot only to wind up in second place AGAIN and the cycle continues.

gojo, on the other hand, doesn't really notice reader until a little later. he knows their name (he knows everyone's names) and that they're second place but he doesn't really pay them mind until the professor for their class has a ta conduct a free study period because they have a personal emergency to attend to. gojo gets very excited over this because it's finally his time to really shine as the top student in the class. he expects his classmates to flock to him for help with class material, and while a couple students do ask him for help, those who don't form groups of their own gather around reader. it doesn't bother him at first and he attempts to teach the students who have asked him for help but they don't seem to get it. which frustrates him a little. how can they not understand? Eventually some of them thank him for his attempt but go to ask reader and gojo is a little huffy about it. 

actually he's pretty huffy about it. 

after class, he approaches reader who is a bit 😑😑😑 at him because it's gojo, and he. Well. 

“must have been pretty nice having everyone ask for your help,” gojo remarks, derisive. “even though, i’m top of the class.” you scowl, annoyed. “well, maybe more people would have asked you if you were better at explaining things.” a couple of your classmates had mentioned asking gojo first, but couldn't make heads or tails of what he was saying. when you asked them to explain, you were able to understand, but only because you could reverse engineer his methods.  gojo shrugs, “not my fault they couldn't understand.” your jaw ticks. what is he on? “they asked you to help them, but you couldn't; of course it's your fault.”  “maybe they should have tried harder!” “maybe you should have tried a different teaching method!” you hiss before stomping off. 

and that's honestly the first time anyone has really argued with gojo in…. Well not a while, but the only one who ever challenges him like that is suguru. and he actually approaches suguru about the whole thing later and suguru basically agrees with what reader was saying which, gojo ultimately concedes to. 

so, he, begrudgingly, takes a different approach when the next class study session happens and is met with better results. gojo tries to gloat about it to reader but all he gets is a flat “good for you” and it upsets him because he worked hard, you know, he adjusted for everyone instead of everyone adjusting to him (like he's used to because he's a spoiled brat) and while it felt super good that so many of his classmates actually understood what he was saying this time he wanted reader to acknowledge him the most. 

again, he whines to suguru, who actually finds this all very funny, and suguru gives him a pat on the back too, but at this point gojo has become determined to have reader approve of him. 

which means gojo goes out of his way to interact with reader more but, is met with annoyance or hostility and normal people would just back off but not gojo. like he'll congratulate reader on their high score on the exam and reader will tell him to shove it and initially it kind of makes him mad (especially since reader is very cordial with literally everyone else) but eventually he starts to find it kind of fun to get a rise out of reader the way he does. (I think initially he thought the class was kind of boring but then he gets to look forward to antagonizing reader wtf is his problem). 

he does not get the approval he wants though, so at some point, he decides to double major— with one of his majors being the same as reader’s. this only bothers them more since now they see him MORE and he seems to handle the double major stuff flawlessly. 

anyway, reader doesn't manage to get better grades than gojo in any class by the end of their undergrad and gojo doesn't get the approval from them he craves. 

(I think there's an incident where one of them is accused by a jealous classmate of some form of academic dishonesty and the other defends them but I haven't decided on who. whoever it is though, probably starts to develop Feelings)

graduation comes and reader thinks that they are finally free of gojo, thinking he will go into the work force so he can ultimately take over the family company, bUT HE DOESN'T HE GOES TO GRAD SCHOOL. and reader is just appalled. like what the actual fuck. and so once again they have classes together but the only upside is that it's less often (since me grad school friend said that classes are more infrequent).

I like the separate group project idea so we are going with that. reader is fine with being a separate group from gojo until he’s all smiley at them and is like ‘looks like we’re competing again and reader is just like ‘fuck my stupid baka life.’

actually I feel like I put too much development thought into undergrad oh well. 

so since there is more free time in grad school so I'm thinking reader gets a job. maybe working as wait staff at a restaurant…. a fancy one. and gojo finds out when he goes there for a gojo family business dinner thing. reader has to keep a straight face and ignore gojo’s smarmy expression and how hot he looks in a suit (the suit is fan service for me).

during part of the dinner gojo excuses himself to go to the bathroom and happens to see reader joking around with a coworker. he's never seen reader with that expression before and gets a little annoyed/jealous (the jealousy is also fan service for me). 

gojo brings up reader's job next time they see each other for class saying he didn't know and reader's just like ‘why would I tell you?’ which makes gojo realize despite being academic rivals for years he doesn't actually know much about them. 

I think at some point they have a convo where reader is just like ‘why are you even going to grad school when you don't need to’ and gojo says that he doesn't have a lot of time left to do what he wants before having to fulfill his duties as the gojo family heir and he's the going to grad school because he wants to (keep seeing reader). reader actually feels bad for him when they realize the magnitude of the expectations placed on him and in this convo he mentions that competing with reader in school has made his college life fun. I think at this point gojo realizes he won't get to really see reader after grad school is over and that makes him sad. 

Mmmm. Maybe. They make a bet at this point gojo bets that if reader's group does better than gojo’s on the project he'll grant them any one desire they want and while reader is like ????? at first he explains that because of who he is he can do anything with his money and/or influence but if his group does better then reader has to do anything he wants and they’re like okay yeah sure whatever rich boy.

so reader does their best to encourage their group mates to well on this group project (which i have decided has a presentation at the end of the semester… it is a nice long semester long project). i’d say most of them at know of reader and gojo’s rivalry (or at least about gojo) and they’re pretty amenable to trying to show him up. 

over the semester stuff happens, you know extra relationship building stuff, with gojo constantly asking about the project. he'll occasionally annoy reader at work (and maybe try to shoo away the coworker he thinks is interested in reader), bug them at the library, drag them to dinner after class and. idk. despite gojo becoming less of a rival and more of an annoyance, reader starts to get endeared to him.

just as finals week, when they have to do their presentation, is approaching, reader is at the library and their laptop just. stops working. and they start to freak out because even though a lot of stuff for the project is saved to a cloud storage, they still have some things saved locally. gojo happens in as they're having a meltdown and calms them down and tries to assess what happened to the laptop. and like. 

you feel like you can't breathe. the realization that you've lost hours upon hours of work weighs down on your chest. can you possibly do it all again with what time you have left before the presentation? 

no. 

it's not a question of whether you can or can't: you have to, if not for you, then everyone else in your group. they're depending on you; you can't let them down.

“hey.”

if you call out for your next couple of shifts and pull a couple all nighters, you might be able to redo everything.

“hey.”

it won't be pleasant, but you have to do what you have to do. you don't want everyone to worry, but you should at least let them know what's going on. the thought of messaging the group chat, though, fills you with dread. 

someone flicks your forehead and you let out small cry. “what the hell!”

gojo looks petulant as ever and you remember you have to deal with him too. could this get any worse? his finger presses against your forehead as he asks, “tell me what happened.”

“i told you. it stopped working.”

“be more specific.” 

you groan, “just…. the screen went black and I pressed the power button but it wouldn't turn back on but it sounds like it's on.” 

gojo hums and leans down over the table, pressing his ear to the laptop. he hums again and nods to himself. “i think I know what's going on.” 

“are you the laptop whisperer or something?” you ask flatly. 

“something like that,” he answers nonchalantly, flipping the lid closed and pulling out his phone. he starts typing on it one handed. “but I think most people call it being computer savvy.”

“are you saying you can fix it?”

he shoots you a cocky grin. “who do you think you're talking to?”

you ignore him. “well?”

he huffs. “i can't believe you're doubting me here.”

“gojo…”

“just trust me, everything will be fine!” he says and starts to pack up your laptop. you protest but he doesn't listen. “but we need to have the operation at my place.” 

you scowl. “gojo, i’m not—”

“you don't have to come if you mind leaving your laptop in my care,” he shoots you a saccharine sweet smile and your frown deepens. he knows that you won't just let him take your laptop with him. crafty bastard. 

“ugh, fine,” you relent. 

gojo snickers in satisfaction and starts to call someone as you gather the rest of your things. from what you can hear, it sounds like he's calling his driver. 

ten minutes later, gojo is ushering you into the sleek black car that he gets driven around in. you expect gojo to talk your ear off during the ride to his place, but he's oddly quiet and glued to his phone. you're curious, but you decide it's better to not ask. 

soon enough you're both dropped off at one of the tallest high rise apartments you've seen in your life. gojo casually taps his phone to a panel by the door and walks in with you scampering after.

you want to be surprised when you both ride the elevator to the top floor, but admittedly you're not. of course gojo has a penthouse apartment, why wouldn't he? not only that but it's wildly high tech— you can only imagine how much it must have cost… 

“you hungry?” gojo asks as you both enter his spacious living room area. “i can order something; anything you want— my treat.” 

the offer startles you, but reflexively you shake your head. “no, i’m fine. i—”

“sushi, then,” he decides with a nod. 

“wait, no, i—” you start to protest, but gojo is already fiddling with his phone. “gojo, really, it's fine, i’m not hungry.” 

“oh too late, i already ordered.”

you sigh as he flashes you a conspiratory grin. well, you suppose it wouldn't hurt to have some when it arrives. free dinner, maybe, you guess. “okay so, how do you intend to fix my laptop?” 

gojo tuts at you and wags his finger. “all will be revealed in good time.”

“tell me or i’m leaving,” you hiss, glaring. you don't have the time to humor him if it turns out he's just been fucking around this whole time. 

gojo pouts. “you're no fun.” 

“i can't fuck up this project; not with my group mates depending on me.” 

you don't mention the bet. honestly, at this point you don't care if you lose as long as you can salvage the project enough to make sure your group gets a decent grade. 

he sighs. “I know, I know.” 

“so tell me, what are you going to do.” 

gojo leans against the wall. “just a simple extraction. seems like the motherboard died, but the data on your hard drive should still be intact, so we're just going to extract it.”

“you can do that?”

“wouldn’t suggest it if I couldn't,” he says with a shrug. “just waiting for something i need to do it but it should arrive soon enough.” 

you stare at him, unsure of what to say. it's awfully nice of him to help you. especially when he could have just walked away, left you there with your broken computer and despair, and yet… “thank you gojo, really.”

for once in his life, gojo looks absolutely speechless, widened eyes peering over the top of his sunglasses. you blink. is it just you or do you see the faintest shade of pink dusting over the tips of his ears?

“well, while we wait, why don’t i give you the grand tour?” he asks and his voice is unnaturally loud, moreso than usual. 

“i don’t need a tour.”

“come on,” he insists, moving over toward you and circling around to grab you behind by the shoulders. “it’ll be fun! i never get to show off my place!” 

before you can protest, gojo starts propelling you around his penthouse. his voice is filled with a childlike excitement as he shows you every nook and cranny of the place. it’s sleek, modern, and ridiculously clean, just like how you would expect the home of any rich heir to a corporate conglomerate to look. however, as you move to room to room, you see little peeks of gojo’s personality shining through.

like the display of pictures next to his computer setup (three screens is kind of overkill in your opinion though).

the legitimately impressive sunglasses collection he has in his bedroom (you had always suspected he had something like this). 

the almost terrifying array of candy and sweets he has lining the cabinets of his kitchen. 

while he's rifling through a box of imported american snack cakes to show you, you notice a cup of dry erase markers next to the fridge which has a board affixed to it. the board is devoid of any writing or marks and you can't help but wonder if gojo has ever used it.

he wouldn't mind if you scribbled something on it real quick, would he?

“whatcha doin’?” he asks as you grab a black marker from the cup.

“defacing your personal property.”

“huh?!” he exclaims as you pop off the cap. “hey, wait a sec—”

you do not. before he can try to stop you, you start to doodle a cartoonish rendition of him. large round glasses, a stupid big grin and… well, you try to recreate his hair but it looks more like a soggy sea star with too many arms.

“what the hell is that?” he asks. “is that supposed to be me?”

“obviously.” 

he clicks his tongue. “i'm way more handsome.”

you roll your eyes. “are you?”

gojo hmphs and steps over toward you, grabbing a blue marker from the cup. “of course i am.” 

you roll your eyes as he starts his own drawing next to yours. at first you think he's just going to show you up with a better rendition of himself, but you quickly realize that it's not him he's drawing.

it's you. 

gojo is a much better artist than you are (it probably helps that he's not trying to scribble it really quickly like you are) and his doodle of you looks much better than your drawing of him. 

“so?” he asks when he's done. “what do you think?”

if you're being honest, it's actually really cute. embarrassingly cute. “i… i think you’re just trying to show off.”

“...well, i am quite skilled in more than just academics, you know,” he boasts earning him another eye roll. “it's okay if you don't want to say it looks good, we both know the truth.”

“...shut up.” 

he snickers. “if you're done drawing all over my fridge, then there's one more stop on satoru gojo’s grand house tour!” 

you tilt your head and he motions for you to follow him. he brings you to what you assume must be a big window with the curtain drawn, but with the press of a button the curtains slide back to reveal the balcony. gojo slides the door open and gestures for you to go outside first.

the air outside is a little chilly but it's not too bad. there's some furniture set up for lounging, but otherwise the balcony is rather bare save for…

“it's beautiful…” you murmur as you stare at the view of the tokyo skyline, the lights of the city sparkling brightly against the darkened sky. 

“right?” gojo chuckles and there is something about it that makes you turn back to look at him.

he's staring right at you. 

the soft smile gracing his features makes your mouth feel very, very dry for some reason and despite the fact that you desperately want to look away, you can't bring yourself to. the air between you both is an odd sort of quiet that has you feeling all sorts of nervous and you try to think of something to say to feel that almost awkward void.

luckily for you, the doorbell rings just in time to save you. 

gojo’s head whips around suddenly and you think you see the ghost of a frown before he scampers toward the front door. you trail after, watching as he throws it open to reveal a handsome, but tired looking young man. you recognize him from some of the pictures gojo had by his desk; they must be friends. 

“satoru, isn't there someone who you personally pay to run your errands?” the other guy asks as he enters and you notice he's carrying a bunch of bags. “why ask me?” 

gojo tilts his head innocently. “why not?”

his friend sighs. 

“sooo, did you get it?” gojo asks as his friend hefts the bags onto the counter. 

the other guy looks at gojo like he's an idiot. “of course i did.”

gojo beams widely. “knew i could count on you suguru!”

said suguru rolls his eyes again before turning his attention to you. there's a curious spark in his eyes as he offers you a pleasant smile “i don't believe we’ve met before…”

“i’m gojo’s classmate,” you say before giving him your name. 

“ah yes, satoru speaks of you often,” he remarks. “i'm suguru geto, it's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“um, same to you, i guess.” you're not quite sure what to do with the information that gojo's been talking about you to other people. you can't imagine he's said anything good.

so after reader and suguru introduce themselves to one another they either have a short convo where suguru roasts gojo (as is his right) or gojo interrupts before he can and they eat the sushi that gojo made suguru pick up (the sushi place is actually a small little shop, not anywhere really fancy, which reader notices immediately— maybe it’s somewhere gojo dragged reader to previously, but he’s a regular so they gave him extras lmao). 

gojo doesn’t actually eat though, because he’s too busy extracting reader’s hard drive from their laptop and when reader mentions he’s not eating, gojo tells reader they can hand feed them. reader refuses. lmaooo. it doesn’t take super long for gojo to complete the surgery and when he’s done he drags reader to his massive computer set up and plugs the hard drive (which has been converted into an external hard drive and it works!! and—

you hold your breath as gojo mouses over to the file folders to open the hard drive. as he does, some measure of relief eases into you as you see the familiar names of your folders and documents. 

but you can't breathe easy just yet. "which one is it?" gojo asks. "this one?" he hovers over a file that has the class name along with the words 'group project.' you nod and he opens it.  ordinarily, you'd be a little defensive about letting gojo see your project, but given the circumstances, you don't think you can afford to be. he scrolls down to the bottom and you can tell that the file isn't exactly up to date. it's missing about a page's worth of information you'd typed up.  but that's probably about fifteen minutes of work at most, much better than what you'd thought you'd lost.  the relief consumes you completely and before you can even really realize what you're doing, you're throwing your arms around gojo's shoulders wrapping him into hug. "oh thank god..." you murmur into the fabric of his shirt.   "...didn't think you thought that highly of me," he murmurs with a chuckle. immediately, you jump back. embarrassed, you clear your throat. "i don't, but you can have a pass this time around." "no, no i think you should keep showering me with praise." you roll your eyes and gojo rises from his chair, stretching. then he turns to you, with a familiar grin that makes your stomach do a flip. you don't think you're going to like what he has to say next. "so, what now?" you blink. oh maybe that wasn't so bad. "your laptop's shot, y'know." right. you grimace. you still have to finish your project. and you need a computer to do that. unfortunately, you don't own a desktop and you don't exactly have the cash to drop on a new laptop. "um, well..." you could use the computers at the school library, but it's way too late to go there now. "if you ask nicely, i'll lend you one of my laptops." "no thanks," you answer automatically. 'one of his laptops?' must be nice being rich. why would he need more than one anyway? "...i can just go to a net cafe." "a net cafe?" gojo exclaims in disbelief. "yeah, they're open all night and if i need to sleep there i can." he grimaces. "no, absolutely not." "it's not your choice," you say flatly. "i mean, wouldn't it be easier... and cheaper to just take one of my laptops?" he's got a point, but. "it's fine, you've helped me enough. i'd feel bad if something happened to one of your laptops." you doubt your luck is that bad. it's not like gojo couldn't replace it in a blink in an eye, but still. "then i can just give it to you, problem solved.' you almost choke. "absolutely not!" 

after some back and forth, gojo (with suguru’s help) convinces reader to not go to the net cafe, but reader refuses to take home one of gojo’s laptops sO THEY END UP sitting at the coffee table in his living room to work on their project. to reader’s surprise, he actually lets them work in peace (instead he annoys suguru). though at some point reader dozes off and when they wake up… they are in gojo’s bed. they freak out but it’s only them in the bed and when they leave the bedroom they find gojo snoring on the couch. Suguru, who also stayed the night, and is awake making coffee tells them that gojo carried to them to the bed and decided to sleep on the couch (suguru also slept on the couch it’s a big couch). he makes some kinda cryptic comment before he leaves and reader is just like ????? but shrugs it off as gojo’s bestie also being a weirdo and they try to thank gojo by making him breakfast but the freak doesn’t actually have anything to make breakfast with it so they just work on their project til he wakes up. 

when he does wake up reader does mention wanting to thank him by making him breakfast and he gets stupid excited and tries to drag reader off to the store to get stuff but reader is in the middle of some project stuff and, without thinking tells him to take an iou. and he gets weirdly serious about it, asking if they’ll really do it later and, reader’s like ‘um yes? why are you getting weird about this?’ and he just gives some non answer and doesn’t say THAT HE WANTS READER TO MAKE HIM BREAKFAST because like atp he is very down bad about reader (he and suguru actually were talking about this when reader was working on the project the night before). 

anyway, project presentation time and reader is a bit nervous and so is the rest of the group, but reader is confident that they will do well. and everyone in the group is like yeah, and then uh, gojo’s group waltzes in, oozing confidence and gojo is fucking dressed to the nines, in a suit and tie and his hair styled and reader’s like ‘fuck he’s hot wait what.’ and he comes over and and in his attempt at a rizzed up moment wishes reader’s group luck. one of the girls in reader’s group makes a super funny comment and reader is like ‘shut up.’

both groups do well and after the presentations are done, gojo drags his group and reader’s group to yakiniku or something that’s on him and everyone goes and. everyone but gojo and reader get drunk and gojo and they talk about the project and they both concede that the other did good and they actually aren’t sure who won. 

turns out they both scored the same lmao. so no one wins. reader takes it as a loss but gojo is pretty pleased and suggests that since it was a tie he’ll do something that reader wants if reader is willing to do something he wants and reader is just like ‘ugh fine whatever.’ so gojo asks what they want first and reader’s just like ‘i don’t really want anything i just wanted to beat you once.’ and gojo’s like ‘oh well… i’ll take an iou on a favor then’ and reader’s like ‘okay fine so what do you want?’

"well," gojo drawls, thoughtfully. "i gave it a lot of thought and at first i was thinking i'd ask for us to call it a truce and just be friends. but that's kinda boring, don't you think?" boring isn't quite how you'd put it.  "so i was thinking that instead, you could go on a date with me instead," he proclaims with a big grin. "that's fair don't you think?"

your eyes nearly pop out of your head. a date? he can't be serious.

"i'd pay for everything still, of course, can't risk the date going badly, you know." you scowl. "are you saying that i'd screw up a date just because i can't afford to go whatever fancy restaurants a rich guy like you is accustomed to?" he shoots you a mischevious grin. "well, no i didn't quite say that... but if you'd like to prove me wrong..." "fine!" you hiss. "i'll show you! it'd be the best date you've ever been on!" his smile eases into something, a little more gentle, a little more fond. "i'd love to see you try." 

(spoiler alert: he didn't want the date to go badly because he wants to actually date you but you'll find that out soon enough lmao).

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi. I hope you don't find this weird. I've never met you before. But your words about kpop and BTS has always brought me comfort and clarity. I've been reading your blog for the last few days looking to see if you will clearly address it. You haven't written about your own view about Jimin's mistreatment and sabotage since it happened. But you have acknowledged it happened. You also reiterate how yoonmin is still in control. I respect you for that. But can you share your own view and feelings about this issue more? Billboard is clearly anti-BTS and hedging their actions by using Bang PD who it seems was interviewed by them long before the Jimin thing happened. You've said this before. You've also said BTS have said they won't play the music game the conventional way. But you haven't said how you feel about it. I want to ask for your genuine opinion.

***

Hi Anon,

Last night, I was finishing up some work I'd brought forward because of Agust D's tour. Set Me Free Pt 2 was playing on my speakers and I thought how good it would sound on radio. Alone, too. It's a crime that with the kind of music BTS makes, people are deprived of hearing it simply because the middle men of the US music industry refuse to renege on their mandatory cut.

Fifty Fifty is a group with good and extremely marketable songs. Their agency's co-founder stated he intends to make the female BTS, and he said he sold his car to make the dream of Fifty Fifty happen. It all sounds wonderful until you learn the CEO and other co-founder is the COO of Beyond Music - the largest music IP investment firm in Korea. It is bigger than HYBE's department for that. Not only that, the CEO sits on the executive board of Warner Music Korea, a subsidiary of Warner Music Group. He also runs an actors agency that manages several high profile k-drama actors in Korea. Basically, Fifty Fifty has been partnered and owned by some of the biggest entertainment companies not just in Korea, but globally. The group broke out on TikTok with Cupid and enjoyed organic success, much like NewJeans. As a result it was added to several Spotify-curated playlists that run on a proprietary algorithm, and like NewJeans' songs, Cupid climbed up the charts because it's an easy-listening poppy tune. The difference between NewJeans and Fifty Fifty though, is that Warner Group has now adopted formal co-management of Fifty Fifty and Cupid will be officially sent to radio. Warner artists get a stupid amount of radioplay. It's going to be a wonderful thing for Fifty Fifty, and it's very likely that with that sort of support, they get a Billboard Hot 100 #1 win.

There are many times BigHit fucks up with BTS. The issues of insulting subtitles (in Korean) towards Jimin and Yoongi occasionally piss me off; Jimin's stolen mail, the weirdo stalking Jungkook; how inconsistent shipping is (if there's a production bottleneck with a sub-contractor they should quickly change it), are all annoying; it's very possible some members of staff are anti several members because weird shit has been happening since HYBE's massive hiring of ex-Big 3 staff in 2020; and so on. But unfortunately many of those things are to be expected. I too wish Jimin had longer time to promote FACE, but both he and Yoongi had initially planned to release their albums late last year, but neither of them met their deadlines and instead moved it to Spring. The timing for their albums was always going to be close, and I'm sure booking tour venues as well as meeting enlistment deadlines only added to their constraints. I quickly got over my initial annoyance because it's clear both Jimin and Yoongi have accepted it. Plus the bigger problem is the industry's response to BTS.

Because of the sort of group BTS is, they will always have enemies. Their status as the biggest group in the world has only complicated things in many ways, especially when it comes to BigHit publicly and corporately addressing unfair treatment towards them. People already think BTS do not deserve their status and goodluck, do you think those people give a fuck if Billboard and Western music industry is screwing BTS over? No, they don't. And every party in this equation knows that. BTS has also said, since as early as 2017, that if they wanted to become massively successful sooner, they could've done so. Those opportunities came to them. In 2018 when BTS made history with Fake Love on the Billboard Hot 100, they could've signed with an American company like Warner, gotten carried by radio, and you and I would be having a very different discussion right now.

*

I don't know what the future will hold. Maybe BTS has in fact peaked and when they return after enlistment the world would've moved on to a better, hotter, more marketable artist. Maybe their bodies, interests, and priorities would have changed irreversibly. Maybe...

But I look at a group like BTS, and I don't care about any of that.

(The boys all signed Yoongi's guitar. It's his solo concert tour debut and they're all with him. He's taking comfort in them all being with him, and sharing some of that comfort with us.)

Anyway, I've rambled. You asked me what my feelings are about the whole thing?

I feel pride. That's what I feel looking at this whole situation. A NCTzen friend asked my opinion about it too, I told her the same thing, and she said this is probably one trait I share with my biases, that's shining through. I feel such a strong sense of pride looking at Jimin, at Yoongi, at BTS. Even if they eventually decide to play the industry's game with their rules, my respect for them won't change. Who they are as people, and as artists, make tolerating the hellscape that is stan environments much more palatable. They make putting up with bullshit from this industry, much more doable.

When I first learned about Jimin's week 2 sales being deleted, I checked US stock exchanges to see if Billboard's parent company was listed. I was prepared to short the stock. The minute I realized it was owned by a private company, and when I saw the owner, I knew we were fucked. I continued donating for the sales though. I'm not American so I couldn't buy, so the donations were the next most direct way to support.

BTS could very well never reach again the heights they reached before enlistment. But I don't care. I've been listening to some of the best music I've ever heard in my life since July 2022. Yoongi in Valentino, Hobi in Louis Vuitton, Joon in Bottega Veneta, Jimin in Dior, Jungkook in Calvin Klein - it's been a feast. Jikook are jikooking harder than ever before like I still haven't gotten over the birthday video JK made for Jimin. Like what the fuck was that?

BTS are some of the most incredible people to ever exist. They say they trust each other and their team. I'm keeping my eyes wide open to assess the situation for myself always, while never losing sight of why I'm here in the first place: to enjoy myself with them and the art they make. I'll try Jungkook's recipes sometime soon, and neither Jimin nor Yoongi's music has left my current rotation. I'm going to see Yoongi soon. With all that's happening in the world, it feels like a priviledge to have the means to enjoy being a fan of BTS. Not many people get to experience this, to not just hear their music but to have this connection with them. If you doubt that just watch the Amygdala music video. With BTS there's a trust that can be felt, and I don't take it for granted.

That's how I feel Anon.

[acourtofthought]

Hiiiii,

I just wanted to ask whether you think there is even a slight possibility that SJM might go for a Gwynriel book next?

I know you're adamant that it will be Elucien (I'm kind of hoping it is them too), but is Gwynriel completely out of the picture in your mind?

I'll be happy with whatever ship happens because it would finally end this shipwar, but I've just seen a discourse between Eluciens and Gwynriels about whose book is next, and I think SJM's set it up so it could go either way.

I definitely think there is a real possibility for Gwynriel to be next!

There are a lot of reasons, both plot related ones and ones that make the most sense to me in relation to the characters individual journey's that lead me to think it will be Elucien's however these aren't my characters and this isn't my story to tell. I have no authority over what SJM does and even with my best guesses based off what's she's said or done in the past, I don't know if the way I think is the way she thinks.

I'm not even confident enough to say that I know without a doubt that E/riel is not happening though I think that is much less likely.

There has been discourse between Elucien's and Gwynriels as of late, you're right. For some Gwynriels, I think they are just so ready to have confirmation that Az will not end up with Elain because of the battles with E/riels over the years and are excited to see him end up with one of their favorites instead. But as a result I do think some are at times forgetting to be a little more considerate of who they proclaim to be their allies in the fandom (Eluciens) and why the force feeding of the"Gwynriels book is 100% next!" rhetoric (because of Az's recent buildup) sort of stomps all over Elucien's who know Lucien had buildup from book 1 and has been a prominent character from the start yet that still didn't guarantee him a book yet. Who is being undermined by Az's character.

I think if the roles were reversed and Lucien was mistreating Az in the series and Az had been waiting for the resolution to his mating bond since 2016 they would probably be feeling a lot like Elucien's right now. And if Elucien's book is next and they then acknowledge they'll be waiting another 4 years for an Az book, they'll probably be feeling a bit of the intense disappointment Elucien's have lived with.

On the flip side to all that, a few Elucien's (not many, I know I'm one of the main ones) have been more vocal in arguing against all that which does contribute to the overall negativity in the fandom. But I do think that sometimes it's too much for anyone to look the other way and be the bigger person. We're all human but I have noticed that Elucien's are often expected to be the bigger people in this fandom, that they're expected to be the ones who sit quietly by and allow everyone to say whatever they want about Elain or Lucien, to just accept that "they're delusional for thinking Elucien could be next when it's so obvious" and the second you begin to argue back you're called out for the exact same behavior the other groups have participated in.

[mjlovescm]

Hey, idk if you take requests, but I started following you because of your Rodrick fics and I wanted to see if you could do one where Rod is a like, 'popular outcast', and reader just doesn't fit in anywhere. Rod is more loud and kinda extroverted, while reader is more to thenself and reserved, but they get along well and find comfort in being outcast together and stuff. I love all of your work btw, and I loved that Steve fic you posted recently:)

She keeps to herself, Rodrick Heffley 

A/N: Truthfully I haven't written in a while in general and for Rodrick specifically, I wonder how many of you followed me just for him lol. Don't worry, I still write for him. Thank you for this request and I hope you like it <3.  

When it came to school, you found yourself somehow more isolated than ever. Over the years, you’d gotten used to it. The loud kids, wandering eyes and little comments. Really it wasn’t that bad, you came, did your work and left. But every once in a while, one of your teachers would say those five words that would completely ruin your routine. 

“No, you can’t work alone.” 

And suddenly you were thrown into a group of basically strangers and forced to work together. It was the worst in situations like this. You were working with three boys. All of which knew one another and were even friends. Leaving you to again be the outsider. Great. 

The school bell rings and like every other student, you were out the door. Swarming the hallway with the goal of leaving as fast and as soon as possible. Pushing yourself through the crowd, you combatted the noise with music. Once you were at your locker you throw your bag onto the floor but before opening it there's a nudge on your shoulder. People bumped into you often. As long as it wasn't too bad, you didn’t acknowledge it. But people clearly trying to get your attention was something you couldn't ignore. 

Hesitant, you peeled back your headphones and turned to see who was trying to speak to you. 

“Hey.” A tall dark haired body spoke. 

“Hi?” 

“y/n right?” 

He asks with a more enthusiastic expression than others who you’d been in this position with. It was a boy from your class, one of the ones you were grouped with. Rodrick, that was his name. 

“Yeah.” You were honestly confused as to why he wanted to talk to you. 

With group projects, you normally only worked in class or just divided the work and left it at that, but Rodrick and his friends were different. He and the two other boys were in a band together called “Löded Diper”. It was spray-painted on the side of Rodrick’s van. They were planning to meet up after school today and practice, so he invited you over so the four of you could work on the project. At first, you were unsure of whether you should accept the invite, but ultimately meeting in person meant getting more done, so you thought why not.

The car ride is quick, it's made easier with music blocking out the boy's conversation. You keep to yourself, sitting in the passenger seat next to Rodrick while he drives. At his house you found a comfortable spot on the couch, but before any work could be done the boys needed to get some practice in. 

“Do you maybe wanna watch us practice ?”

“Oh, uh no, I’m fine.” You try to let him down gently. 

“Oh come on.” Rodrick tilted his head to the side. “You’ll be the first to hear our new song.” 

It was an honestly intriguing offer. You’d never heard of  “Löded Diper” before, so you really had no idea what to expect. 

“Sure.” 

“Yes!” He pumped his fist. “She said yes, guys.” Rodrick yelled to Ben and Chris.

For the next hour, you were the boy's one-person audience. Truthfully their music was interesting, it was loud with decent lyrics, not out right bad but just interesting. 

“What do you think ?” Rodrick asked you, actually curious about your opinion. “Do you like it?”

“It's good.” You told them with a slight smile and nod. “I really liked the… uh drumming.” 

With practice out of the way, the four of you made your way to Rodrick's bedroom and started working. It was the first day, so you didn't expect much to get done, and truthfully not much was done. But in an odd way the day still felt good, fun even. The boys easily found themselves distracted with the random things that filled Rodrick's room, and naturally you followed suit. Intrigued by how personal, the room was. Covered in posters, various lights and scattered stakes of CDs and comics.

“Cool right.” Rodrick stated, referring to the poster you’d had your eye on for a good minute. 

“Hmm?”

“The band, they're so cool. What's your favorite song?”

You didn't have one. You'd never even heard of most of the people in his posters. 

“I’ve never listened to them before.” 

“You've never listened ?” Rodrick's eyes went wide in disbelief. 

Without a second word, he clears all the tabs on his laptop relating to school and pulls up a song playlist. He throws on an old pair of wired headphones over your ears and plays a few songs. You listen anxiously, almost worried at the thought of not liking what Rodrick clearly loved. 

“Do you like it ?” He was eager for a response. 

“I don't know.” 

You were honest and although you were sure it wasn't what Rodrick wanted to hear, he didn't make a big deal out of it. So neither did you. 

“What's your number? I'll send it to you.” He reaches for his phone before handing it to you. 

You typed your number in before returning Rodrick’s phone to him. Barely a second passes and Rodrick is already texting you. He sends you a few songs from the band in the poster and a few of his personal favorites, asking Chris and Ben for more to suggest to you. Some of them you listened to on the spot, playing them while you went over the requirements for the project. 

The day manages to slip by you without much notice, and suddenly you were back in Rodrick's car, this time on your way home. And without your music and headphones. Instead, you listen to the sounds of the atmosphere. The rattle of Rodrick’s van, the hum of his voice against his low playing music. The tap of his fingers against the steering wheel. It was almost calming. Once he was outside your home, you got out of the car, telling him goodbye and going inside.  

At first, you thought hanging out with Rodrick and his friends would be a one time thing, but soon you would realize that that was far from true. Really, you weren't sure how many times you repeated that first day. Meeting with Rodrick by your locker, watching him practice with Chris and Ben, slowly working on the project and ending the day being driven home by Rodrick. After a while, they all started to mesh together into this comforting routine. Once you carelessly got used to it without the overbearing thought of it coming to an end, it did exactly that.

And come to an end it did. The four of you turned in the project and were thankfully not chosen to present. Leaving class after watching your classmates present their projects you found yourself hung low by the fact that it was really over, ignoring it you continued your school day as normal. At lunch, you found an empty table, slipped your headphones on and started to eat. You got about one or two bites in before three familiar faces joined your table.   

“I bet we got an A.” Chris gloated. 

“Definitely.” Ben agreed.

Your lips couldn't help but curl into a smile. 

“I hope, so I’m basically failing that class. If I don't pull up my grade, I’m gonna have to repeat the class.” Rodrick complained, taking a seat next to you.

I guess your new routine was here to stay. Same with your new friends.

Masterlist Stage five clinger, Rodrick Heffley Drum Lesson, 🍋, Rodrick Heffley

[misirosekisiro]

Jack and his terrorist job.

Jack, 20, is gay and has a fetish for uniforms, smells, and underwear. He used to be a small-time criminal, but recently joined a terrorist group. After being accepted into the group, Jack was told to meet at a designated spot on a particular day and time.

It was an old, dilapidated building, with most of the windows being boarded up.

Jack had been waiting outside the building for a few minutes, when he saw a van pull up and park in the street.

Two men stepped out of the vehicle. One was dressed in a full tactical gear, complete with a balaclava covering his face. The other was wearing a black hoodie, sweatpants and a pair of sneakers.

"So, you must be the guy they said was interested in joining the group," the man in the hoodie said.

"Yeah, I am," Jack replied.

"Good, come with me, we'll get started right away," the man in the hoodie said, motioning towards the van.

The two men climbed into the van and the man in the hoodie took a seat behind the wheel.

"You know, this is your last chance to back out. Once you get in this van, there's no going back," the man said, as he started the engine.

Jack didn't reply, instead he just looked down at his feet.

"Okay, fine, your funeral," the man in the hoodie said, with a shrug.

The van drove off and the two men remained silent as they travelled to their destination.

Jack wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew it wouldn't be good.

As the van approached its destination, the man in the hoodie broke the silence.

"Here's how this is going to go down. You're going to do exactly what I say, or else," the man said, as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at Jack.

Jack swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good, now let's get this over with," the man said, as he got out of the van.

Jack followed the man and was led into a large warehouse.

The inside of the warehouse was dark and smelled like mould.

The two men made their way through the warehouse until they reached a metal door.

"Open it," the man in the hoodie instructed, pressing the gun against Jack's back.

Jack opened the door and the two men stepped into a large room.

In the centre of the room was a chair, surrounded by four other chairs.

The room was dimly lit, with only a few light bulbs hanging from the ceiling.

The two men made their way across the room until they reached the chairs.

The man in the hoodie pointed his gun at Jack.

"Sit down and don't move," he said.

Jack did as he was told and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Now, what is it that you're offering?" the man asked, looking at Jack.

"I want to join your group," Jack replied.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that, but why?" the man asked.

"Because, I think what you're doing is right," Jack replied.

The man let out a small laugh.

"Right? What's right about taking people hostage, killing cops, and terrorising innocent people?" the man asked.

Jack looked away from the man and shrugged.

"I don't know, but I know it's something that needs to be done," Jack replied.

The man laughed again.

"Listen kid, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," the man said.

"Ok tell you the fact. I heard it's well paid job." Jack replied.

"Well, you're not wrong, but it's a lot more dangerous than you might think," the man said.

"Dangerous how?" Jack asked.

"I can't tell you that, not yet. But you'll find out soon enough," the man replied.

The man put his gun away and motioned for Jack to follow him.

They made their way out of the warehouse and back to the van.

"Alright, we'll go back to our base, and I'll introduce you to the others," the man said, as he got into the driver's seat.

"Others?" Jack asked, climbing into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, we have a few members. We're all pretty close," the man replied, as he started the engine.

"Close, huh?" Jack asked.

"Yep, it's important to have good relationships with the people you're working with," the man replied, as he drove the van out of the warehouse.

"I guess so," Jack replied, as he looked out the window.

"You'r lucky that we going to have a big events, so we need as much as people that we can get. Even if the are the worst people you could ever meet." The man replied.

Jack didn't respond, instead he just continued to look out the window.

The drive was silent as the two men made their way through the streets.

Finally, they arrived at their destination, a small abandoned house.

The man got out of the van and motioned for Jack to follow him.

They made their way to the front door of the house and the man knocked.

The door opened and a man appeared.

He was tall and muscular, with short black hair.

"Ah, you're finally here. I was wondering when you would arrive," the man said.

"Sorry, I was held up," the man in the hoodie said.

"No matter, come inside," the man said, stepping aside to allow them entrance.

Jack and the man in the hoodie entered the house and the door was shut behind them.

The inside of the house was dark and musty.

"This is the newest recruit. His name is Jack," the man in the hoodie introduced.

"Welcome, Jack," the man said, shaking his hand.

"I got good news, our boss will sent 2 more cells to join this ops." The man replied.

"That's good, we're going to need all the help we can get," the man said.

"We have a bit of time, the boss wants us to wait until the event is in full swing before we strike," the man in the hoodie explained.

"I see, very well," the man replied.

The three men made their way through the dark house until they reached the living room.

"Take a seat, make yourself at home," the man said.

That night was pass with planing, discussing about target and how to get there.

Jack was feel like riding in high in his rolls. when he start notice again the seidge was successful, with most hostages being held in the conference room. He was order to patrol in the hotel seeking for any intruder or flee hostage. One of unfamilar terrorist form another cell was join him.

"So, where are you from?" the man asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, um, I'm from around here," Jack replied.

"I see," the man said.

"You?" Jack asked.

"All over the place, really," the man replied.

"Interesting," Jack said.

The two men continued their patrol in silence.

Jack start to smell of his gear. he was wearing a full black tactical gear that reek of its previous owner. A day after joining, the group laid siege to a hotel hosting a world conference.

Wearing a full black tactical gear that reek of its previous owner. also his black tactical gear is stink with the smell of his sweat. Jack oddly found the smell quite satisfactory.

"Wait, are you heard something?" Jack asked.

"What?" the man replied.

Jack and the man were in the middle of a hallway in the hotel. Even the hotel was filled with the sounds of the terrorists and their hostages, but in this floor it's silent.

"I thought I heard something," Jack replied.

"Like what?" the man asked.

"I don't know, like, something moving around," Jack replied.

"Are you serious? We're the only ones up here," the man said.

"Hey! I'm not crazy!" Jack replied.

"Fine, then go and check it out," the man said.

"I would, but, you're the one with the gun," Jack replied.

The man let out a sigh and walked towards the room where the noise was coming from.

Jack followed him closely, watching as the man opened the door.

"See, I told you," Jack said, as they entered the room.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the man replied.

When jack enter that room he was hit by a tackle from the left, the next thing he know is that he was tackled down and someone siting on his chest.

"Hey!" Jack yelled, struggling to get free.

"Shut up! Or I'm gonna kill you!" the person on top of him yelled.

"Get off me!" Jack yelled, trying to get free.

The person on top of him pulled a gun and pressed it against Jack's forehead.

"I said, shut up!" the person yelled.

"You are the one that need to shut up" His terrorist friend point his gun to that man's head.

"I'll shut you up!" the person yelled, cocking the gun.

"Put the gun down, or I'll blow your head off!" the terrorist yelled.

The person on top of Jack hesitated, but eventually lowered the gun.

"I'm not telling you again. Put the gun down," the terrorist said.

The person put the gun on the ground and slowly stood up.

That man is young officer, who had escape from the conference room. He was hiding in a room where the terrorist open the door. When Jack enter that room, he was hit by a tackle. The young officer was surprise to see the other man point a gun to his head.

"Okay, now back away," the terrorist said.

The young officer did as he was told and backed away.

Jack get up and dust himself off.

"So, you're one of the cops that's been giving us trouble, huh?" the terrorist asked.

The young officer didn't respond.

"Not so tough now, are you?" the terrorist asked, taking a step closer to the officer.

"Don't worry, you won't be alive long enough to regret it," the terrorist said, as he pointed his gun at the young officer.

"Wait! Don't shoot him!" Jack yelled.

The terrorist turned his attention to Jack.

"What? Why?" the terrorist asked.

"Remember our boss order, no need to kill unless it very necesarry. We don't need dead body that will attract the police." Jack replied.

The young officer was shocked.

"What?! Are you insane?! You're going to let this guy go?!" the terrorist yelled.

"Sure not, we will bind and gagged him here. Then we can keep him here and use him as a hostage." Jack replied.

"Fine! I don't care! Let's just do this!" the terrorist said, motioning for the young officer to turn around.

The young officer complied and turned around.

Jack grab the young officer from behind and pull him close.

"Now, put your hands behind your back," the terrorist ordered.

The young officer did as he was told.

Jack put the young officer's hands behind his back and began to tie them together with a rope.

"Now, what are we going to do with him?" the terrorist asked.

"We're going to gag him, of course," Jack replied.

"You mean like, with a sock or something?" the terrorist asked.

"Yep, like a sock, or a handkerchief," Jack replied.

"Ok, fine, I guess I'll be the one to do it," the terrorist said, walking over to the young officer.

The terrorist grabbed the young officer's head and began to stuff his mouth with a sock.

"Now, we're going to have to cover his mouth too, so that he can't scream," the terrorist said.

"Right," Jack said, pulling out a bandanna.

"Perfect," the terrorist said, tying the bandanna around the young officer's head.

"There, that should do it," the terrorist said.

"May put your balaclava over his head, that will blind him also." Jack suggested.

"Good idea," the terrorist said, putting his balaclava over the young officer's head.

"I have another idea. Since this is your first time, how about you be the one to guard him?" the terrorist asked.

"Okay," Jack replied.

"Perfect, then, I'm going to continue my patrol," the terrorist said.

The terrorist took his spare balaclava and put it on.

"See ya later," the terrorist said, leaving the room.

The young officer was left with Jack, the new terrorist, with his mouth gagged and his eyes covered.

Jack was alone with the bound and gagged young officer.

"Well, it looks like we're alone," Jack said.

The young officer didn't reply.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. We just need a hostage," Jack said.

"So, I guess I'll just stay here and keep an eye on you," Jack said, sitting down. The he notice a young officer smell and the scent was driving him crazy.

"Wow, you smell good," Jack said.

"Mmmmph," the young officer mumbled.

Jack moved closer to the young officer and took a deep breath.

"Wow, you really do smell good," Jack said.

"Mrph mrrph mph mrrph!" the young officer yelled.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Jack said, smiling.

"MMRRPH! MRRRPH!" the young officer yelled.

"Come on, we can trust each other, right?" Jack asked.

"MPHMMM MRRPH MRMRM MRPMM!" the young officer yelled.

"You're going to have to be quiet, or I'll have to gag you again," Jack said.

The young officer struggled against his bonds, trying to break free.

"I told you, it's no use," Jack said, watching as the young officer struggled.

"MMMMPHHH!" the young officer yelled.

Jack couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop it!" Jack yelled.

"MRRMPH! MRRPH!" the young officer yelled.

"Look, if you don't stop, I'm going to have to gag you again," Jack said.

"Mmph," the young officer mumbled, struggling less.

"Good, now, how about you let me have some fun?" Jack asked.

"MRPMM! MMPH!" the young officer yelled.

"Just, shut up," Jack said, stuffing the young officer's mouth with the sock again.

"MMRRPH!" the young officer mumbled.

"There, that's better," Jack said.

The young officer didn't struggle as much as he did before.

"Good, now, how about we have some fun?" Jack asked.

Jack reach out and caressed the young officer's body.

"You're a nice looking guy," Jack said, as he continued to stroke the young officer's body.

"I've been wanting to do this for a while," Jack said, as he rubbed his hand over the young officer's chest.

"MMMMM," the young officer mumbled.

Jack continued to touch and explore the young officer's body.

The young officer squirmed as Jack's hands traveled down his body.

Jack's hands traveled down the young officer's stomach and stopped at his crotch.

He fill his face to the crotch and sniffed deeply.

"Wow, you really do smell good," Jack said, as he inhaled the young officer's musky scent.

"MMMM," the young officer mumbled, as he felt his cock grow hard.

Jack's hand traveled down and unzipped the young officer's pants.

"I knew you'd like it," Jack said, as he pulled out the young officer's cock.

"MMPH!" the young officer cried, as Jack began to stroke his cock.

Jack started at the young officer's musky balls. He inhaled the scent, savoring every moment.

The young officer struggled against his bonds as he felt Jack's tongue travel up his shaft.

Jack continued to lick and suck on the young officer's cock, teasing the sensitive head with his tongue.

"MMMMMM," the young officer mumbled, as he tried to squirm away from the pleasure.

Jack continued to work his way down the shaft, licking and sucking as he went.

The young officer continued to struggle, but it was no use.

Jack took the young officer's cock all the way into his mouth, letting the head rest on his tongue.

"MMMRPH!" the young officer cried, as he felt his cock slide deeper into Jack's mouth.

Jack continued to suck and lick, letting the young officer's cock slide in and out of his mouth.

"Mmmm," Jack moaned, as he enjoyed the taste of the young officer's cock.

The young officer began to squirm, but Jack held him in place.

Jack pulled back and looked up at the young officer.

"I told you, there's no use in struggling," Jack said, as he began to stroke the young officer's cock.

"MMMMM," the young officer cried, as he felt his cock pulse in Jack's hand.

"Come on, I know you want to cum," Jack said, as he stroked faster.

The young officer couldn't help himself. He began to buck his hips, trying to get more friction.

"That's it, cum for me," Jack said, stroking the young officer's cock.

"MMMRPH! MMMMRPH!" the young officer moaned.

"Yes, cum for me," Jack whispered, as he stroked the young officer's cock faster.

The young officer came hard, shooting his load all over Jack's face.

"MMM!" the young officer cried, as his body twitched with pleasure.

Jack's hand traveled up and down the young officer's cock, milking the last few drops of cum.

"Good boy," Jack said, as he licked the cum from his fingers.

"Mrrrph," the young officer mumbled.

"Hey, what's the matter? You seem upset," Jack said.

The young officer squirmed, trying to get free.

Jack pulled off the sock from the young officer's mouth and put his own face near the young officer's.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," Jack said.

"Nothing...just....nothing," the young officer mumbled.

"Oh, come on, you can tell me," Jack said, placing his hands on the young officer's chest.

The young officer looked up at Jack, his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm scared, I'm scared of the terrorists," the young officer said.

"Why?" Jack asked.

"Because, they're violent, and dangerous, and...and...and...I don't know, I just feel like I'm going to die," the young officer said.

"It's okay, I'm here now, and I'll keep you safe," Jack said, as he gently stroked the young officer's hair.

"You seem like my smell and that make me a bit aroused," the young officer said.

"Oh, really?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," the young officer said.

"Then, how about we have some fun?" Jack asked, as he continued to stroke the young officer's hair.

"I guess, as long as you don't hurt me," the young officer said.

"I got an idea, do you not want to try my uniform?" officer added.

"That's a great idea," Jack said, as he pulled his shirt off.

The young officer gasped as he saw Jack's chest and stomach.

"Like what you see?" Jack asked, grinning.

"You're so handsome," the young officer said, as he stared at Jack's toned chest and abs.

"Why thank you," Jack said, as he removed his pants and underwear.

The young officer's eyes traveled down to Jack's hard cock.

"Like what you see?" Jack asked.

"Very much," the young officer said, as he continued to stare at Jack's cock.

Jack walked over to the young officer and untied his hands.

"There, now, we can have some fun," Jack said, as he sat down next to the young officer.

"Thank you," the young officer said.

But soon his hands free, officer was attack Jack and do a chock hold.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jack asked.

"Saving myself, of course," the young officer said.

"Please, let go of me, I won't hurt you," Jack said.

"Liar, you're trying to use me for your own sick fantasies," the young officer said.

"That's not true," Jack said.

The young officer tightened his grip, and Jack started to black out.

"I know your kind, you're nothing but a sick pervert," the young officer said.

Jack tried to get free, but the young officer was too strong.

"Let me go," Jack said, his voice getting weaker.

"No, I'm not letting you go," the young officer said.

Jack's vision started to fade, and he passed out.

The young officer smiled, knowing he had won.

"I'll never forget the look on your face," the young officer said, as he looked down at Jack.

"You may have won, but I'm still not done with you," the young officer said, as he removed his clothes.

Then he gaze at pile of Jack's terrorist gear. He start with Jack's tight spandex brief, he can smell a slight musk, it was a bit dirty. But, he love it and then he wear it. It's so tight that the young officer's big bulge can be seen through the fabric. Then he wear the tight black shirt, it also show off his bulge. After that, he put on the balaclava. Then, he gaze at Jack's pair of socks.

"Hmmm, I wonder what your feet smell like," the young officer said, as he picked up a sock.

"Smell good enough," the young officer said, as he took a big whiff.

"Mmmm," the young officer moaned, as he smelled the sock.

Then, the young officer noticed Jack's other sock.

"Why not I put them on too," the young officer said, as he took a second sock.

"Oh, this is amazing," the young officer said, as he placed both socks on his feet.

"God, this is so hot," the young officer said, as he rubbed his feet.

Then, the young officer turned his attention to Jack's pants.

"What's in here, I wonder," the young officer said, as he opened the pocket.

"Oh, a key, must be the key to your room," the young officer said, as he inspected the key.

"Looks like I have the key to your room, now I can keep you all to myself," the young officer said, smiling.

He check himself out on the mirror, and see his reflection, it was hot. A gay young cop wearing the terrorist's tight black gear and balaclava, with a pair of dirty socks, and a huge bulge on his tight brief. The gear was stink and sweaty, he was in heaven.

Then, the young officer turn his attention to Jack.

"Now, time for your punishment," the young officer said, He start dressing jack in his officer uniform, it was a bit bigger and loose, but, the young officer like it, he also put his officer shoes. he bind Jack but not gagged him yet. Then he waking Jack up by chocking him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up," the young officer said, slapping Jack.

"Wh-What happened?" Jack asked, waking up.

"You passed out," the young officer said.

"What?! Why are my arms bound? Untie me!" Jack yelled.

"Shhhh, no one can hear you," the young officer said, smiling.

"Please, let me go," Jack begged.

"Do you like my cops uniform? It's very sexy, don't you think?" the young officer asked, posing for Jack.

"Let me go!" Jack yelled.

"No, I think I'll keep you," the young officer said, grabbing Jack by the hair.

"Stop it!" Jack yelled, struggling.

"Do you know why i wake you, I want you to taste your friend's sock same as me taste it" the young officer said.

"NOOOO!" Jack yelled.

The young officer stuffed the sock into Jack's mouth.

"MMMMMPH!" Jack cried, trying to spit the sock out.

"There, that's better," the young officer said, smiling.

"I know you like my smell so i left my brief here for you. Enjoy" the young officer said, he cover Jack nose with the tight brief.

"NNNMMM," Jack groaned, as he tried to breathe.

"That's it, smell my brief," the young officer said, as he watched Jack breathe in the brief.

"NNMMM," Jack groaned, as he felt the brief fill his lungs.

"That's it, smell it all," the young officer said, he put a balaclava cover Jack face.

"NNMMM," Jack groaned, as the smell of the brief filled his nose.

"There, now, how about we have some fun," the young officer said, pulling down his brief.

"Mmmm, I'm so horny," the young officer said, looking at his hard cock.

"MMMMM," Jack groaned, as he smelled the young officer's musky balls.

"I bet you're enjoying this," the young officer said, smiling.

"Mmmm," Jack moaned, as the young officer rubbed his balls against his nose.

"You like that, don't you?" the young officer asked.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, as he inhaled the scent of the young officer's balls.

"You're such a slut," the young officer said, rubbing his balls against Jack's face.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, his nose filling with the scent of the young officer's sweaty balls.

"There, I knew you would enjoy this," the young officer said, smiling.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, his nose buried deep in the young officer's crotch.

"Hey, what are you doing!" One one was yelling, Officer in disguise turn his face and see Jack terroist friend was back.

"I was just having some fun," the young officer said.

"Get away from him!" The terrorist yelled, as he ran toward the young officer.

"Whoa, hold on there," the young officer said, holding up his hands.

"What are you doing to him!" The terrorist yelled, grabbing the young officer.

"Nothing, I swear," the young officer said.

"Bullshit, I'm going to kill you," the terrorist yelled, pulling out his gun.

"Wait, do you think how rare we can have fun with real cops body!" the young officer said pretent himself as Jack.

"You're right, let's have some fun," the terrorist said, grinning.

"I'm glad we could come to an understanding," the young officer said, smiling.

"What should we do first," the terrorist asked.

"Why you not try engage with his full uniform, bound and gagged cops with full uniform, is it not hit you?" the young officer ask while look at Jack who now was recognize as captured cops with balaclava cover his face bound and gagged.

"Yeah, you're right," the terrorist said, as he began to remove his clothes.

"There, that's better," the young officer said, staring at the naked terrorist.

"Let's do it," the terrorist said, as he moved toward the bound and gagged cops.

"MMMMM!" Jack screamed, as the terrorist's cock rubbed against his face.

"How does that feel?" The young officer asked, grinning.

"So fucking good," the terrorist said, rubbing his cock against the cops face.

"MMMMM," Jack groaned, as he breathed in the scent of the terrorist's cock.

"I think he likes it," the young officer said, staring at Jack.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, his cock getting hard.

"He definitely likes it," the terrorist said, as he continued to rub his cock against the cop's face.

"May you want to fuck him!" the young officer said, looking at the terrorist.

"Yes, let's do it," the terrorist said, grinning.

"MMMMM!" Jack screamed, as the terrorist pull his pants down.

"Come on, give me that ass," the terrorist said, as he started to fuck the cops.

"MMMMM!" Jack groaned, his ass being pounded.

"That's it, take my cock," the terrorist said, thrusting in and out of the cops ass.

"MMMMM," Jack groaned, as he felt the terrorist's cock penetrate his ass.

"Fuck, that's so hot," the young officer said, watching the terrorist fuck Jack.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, feeling the terrorist's cock sliding in and out of his ass.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" the young officer asked, smiling.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, nodding his head.

"You're a fucking slut," the young officer said, slapping the cop's ass.

"MMMMM!" Jack cried, his ass being slapped.

"I bet you want my cock, too," the young officer said, moving closer.

"MMMMM," Jack groaned, his ass being pounded by the terrorist's cock.

"Yeah, I bet you do," the young officer said, as he started to stroke his own cock.

"MMMMM," Jack cried, feeling the terrorist's cock pounding his ass.

"Yeah, that's it," the young officer said, as he stroked his own cock.

"MMMMM," Jack moaned, as his ass was pounded.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," the young officer said, as his cock exploded all over the cop's face. his cum was spread over Jack's balaclava.

"MMMMM," Jack cried, as his face was covered with the young officer's cum.

"How was that?" the young officer asked, panting.

"MMMMM," Jack cried, as his ass was pounded by the terrorist's cock.

"Damn, I'm still hard," the terrorist said, thrusting in and out of the cop's ass.

"MMMMM," Jack cried, as his ass was pounded.

"FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" the terrorist yelled, his cock erupting deep inside the cop's ass.

"FFFFHHMMMM!" Jack groaned, his ass filled with the terrorist's cum.

"God damn, that was good," the terrorist said, his cock slowly slipping out of the cop's ass.

"I'm impressed," the young officer said, looking at the terrorist.

"Thanks," the terrorist said, grinning.

"Now, it's my turn," the young officer said, as he moved toward the bound and gagged cop.

"MMMMM," Jack cried, as his ass was pounded.

"Yeah, take it, bitch," the young officer said, thrusting in and out of the cops ass.

"FFFFFHHHMMMM," Jack cried, his ass being pounded.

"You like that, don't you?" the young officer asked, smiling.

"FFFFHHHMMMM," Jack moaned, nodding his head.

"Good, because I'm gonna cum soon," the young officer said, thrusting in and out of the cops ass.

"MMMMM," Jack groaned, feeling the young officer's cock sliding in and out of his ass.

"Yeah, that's it," the young officer said, slamming his cock deep inside the cops ass.

"FFFRRRHHHMMM," Jack groaned, his ass being pounded.

"Yeah, fuck yeah," the young officer said, thrusting in and out of the cops ass.

"MMFFRHHHHM," Jack groaned, feeling the young officer's cock deep inside his ass.

"FUCK, TAKE IT!" the young officer yelled, his cock erupting inside the cops ass.

"MMMMFFFFHMMMM," Jack cried, his ass being filled with the young officer's cum.

"There, how was that?" the young officer asked, smiling.

"It was incredible," the terrorist said, grinning.

"I know, wasn't it," the young officer said, as his cock slipped out of the cops ass.

"Thank you for sharing," the terrorist said.

"No, thank you," the young officer said, giving the terrorist a hug.

"Now let's back to our patrol, I think this fucking cops won't go anywhere soon. " the young officer said, the other agree and they back to their patrol. Young officer keep pretent to be Jack and find the ways to solve this hostage situation while blending as terrorist.

Jack left alone in the room, he can't believe what happen, his ass is full of cum. He still have the taste of his friend's dirty sock and the young officer's cum on his face. He is very horny, his cock is so hard.

"Hmmm, maybe I can release myself," Jack thought.

He tried to reach his cock, but it's no use.

"Dammit, I can't reach it," Jack said, struggling.

What a worst situation for him, feel horny, dress in cops uniform with a pair of socks and a pair of shoes, he can't even free himself.

"Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to stay like this," Jack said, accepting his fate.

He tried to sleep, but it's no use.

"I'm so horny," Jack thought, feeling his hard cock.