#and tracking a brush named sample brush

[wehavekookies]

Hey Kooks! I saw an ask that you talked about square brushes. Would you mind to share the brushes you use? You’re truly amazing and the best with people. Luv u and have a good vacation

I uploaded the brush I'm using for painting (Sample brush 7) and the texture one (Brush Tool Splatter) here: >>click click<<

The first one is basically the only brush I'm using for painting for years now and it's been a long time fav :)

And thanks for the kind words! <3

#kooks talks #no idea where i downloaded them from #and tracking a brush named sample brush #is like no #but probably with one of other artists free brushes packs

[ki-yomii]

i'm thinking about you | myg

➥ pairing | min yoongi x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.2k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, sugadaddy!yoongi, sugarbaby!reader, mild daddy kink, teasing, against the window, confessions, begging, pet names, gentle dom!yoongi, feelings

➥ summary | “You got all dressed up and pretty for me? Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

➥ notes | 🫡 i too would like to sue min yoongi. i left this pretty ambiguous as to what it is yoongi does for a living so imagine whatever you like (canon, ceo, etc).

💚 masterlist | inbox | AO3 💚

Tucked away in a Seoul high rise, you stand before a wall of windows and watch the bustling nightlife down below; the hazy glimmer of neon lights entrancing as people move from bar to bar in dense groups.

So high up, nearly touching the clouds themselves, it feels like a completely different world. The ground below so small and insignificant as your thoughts drown in nostalgia and fancy French wine (from a brand you can’t even pronounce).

You tried the robust blend several months ago on an outing to one of the exclusive restaurants around town, and promptly fallen in love with its sweetness.

You figured it would be a once in a lifetime try - one you’d remember fondly years later - only to be surprised as Yoongi bought out the winery as a belated birthday present.

Now there’s always a bottle ready and waiting in his apartment for whenever you visit. In fact, Yoongi plans on taking you to visit the French countryside sometime soon, take you on a tour of the vineyards and let you sample the lush grapes straight from the vine for yourself…

All because you mentioned liking it in passing when he asked.

He certainly knows how to make you feel special - money no object when compared to your heart’s desire.

When you first started this relationship, you were only expecting it to last for a few months, just long enough to catch up on your debts.

Now it’s going on two years and you couldn’t be happier albeit slightly disappointed it hasn’t progressed to more. But you’ll take what you can get.

After all, Yoongi’s been so good to you - for you.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.”

You hum, taking another slow sip of your wine as broad palms slide over your hips. Fingertips brush the tops of your thighs, tease at the silk of your dress.

“I wasn’t hiding, you’re just bad at looking,” you say with a grin, “think you might need to get your eyes checked, Grandpa.”

Yoongi snorts, his breath puffing across the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re such a brat sometimes, you know that?” He drags his nose along the curve of your shoulder, inhaling deep. “Fuck, you smell good. The Valentino?”

“Mhm,” you reply, hiding your smile behind the rim of your wine glass. “And it’s okay, isn’t it? Because I’m your brat.”

Before he can snark back, you offer up more of your neck and grind back into his hips, luxuriating in the low moan that vibrates through his chest, and the twitch of his cock against the soft fat of your ass. 

Hands clamp down on your waist, tugging you more firmly against his chest and Yoongi growls. You shiver from the sting of his teeth nipping at your earlobe.

“Careful, baby,” he warns, voice full of smoke and whiskey, “Don’t start something if you can’t keep up.”

“Don’t you like it though?”

You pout, rolling your head back onto his shoulder to gaze at the sharp lines of his profile. Your eyes greedily track the flutter of his lashes, the swipe of his tongue across his plush lips.

“I thought you would.”

Yoongi chuckles, the sound low and husky where its smothered in the curve of your shoulder. “Such a smart girl. You’re right,” he peppers kisses up the side of your throat, “I do love it.”

You hum, eyes closing as the world spins softly.

Your head is pleasantly fuzzy, the expensive scent of his cologne pleasant and clouding your thoughts with every inhale. The stem of the wine glass rolls between your fingers, the glass long since empty.

“Hn, now that’s interesting. What’s this, baby?”

Broad palms inch the hem of your dress up until the fabric pulls taut around your hips, cool air teasing over the soaked lace between your thighs. The lingerie you chose for tonight is on full display, tiny and sheer; barely covering your mound. 

“You got all dressed up and pretty for me? Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”

“Yes,” you breathe, “all for you.”

Teeth nip at the corner of your jaw as Yoongi grabs the empty glass from you, and sets it on the table. You watch in the glass as the dark blur of his reflection shifts behind you, before a strong forearm hooks over your hip and a broad hand dips down between your thighs.

“Mhm, that’s right. You’re my gorgeous girl,” Yoongi says, his voice rumbling against your ear. “Aren’t you?”

Fingertips sneak beneath the lace, the back of his hand stretching out the waistband as he slips into your panties and brushes over the hood of your swollen clit.

You’re so wet, he glides over the top of your slit nice and smooth, the callouses providing rough friction to slippery, delicate flesh.

Pleasure hooks behind your navel, and your gut clenches hotly. You shudder, your shoulders curling in on yourself as you whine, “Y-Yoongi!”

He tsks, using the ball of his thumb to grind down on your clit harshly, “You know better than that. What do you call me when we’re like this, baby?”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your hips trying to jerk away from the uncomfortable pressure.

“’m sorry,” you mumble, nibbling at your bottom lip, “’m sorry, Daddy.”

Yoongi rumbles in approval, his touch softening until he’s gently stroking back the hood and gliding down to rub along your folds. “Good girl.”

The praise shoots through you, makes you widen your stance and rock back against his growing erection. Your ass cradles his cock, and you feel him twitch as the soft cut of his suit drags over your bare skin.

“Shit, you’re so wet already.”

There’s no doubt you’re leaving a damp patch on the crotch of Yoongi’s expensive slacks, but between the talented flicks of his fingers and the rolling thrusts of his hips, you’re beyond the point of caring.

If anything, you know the evidence of how soaked he gets you riles him up even more. He loves when you’re wet and messy.

“So fucking perfect for me,” Yoongi husks, “Can’t wait to feel this pretty little pussy gushing around my cock.”

You squirm, arch your back. “Please,” you say, “Want it so bad.” It’d be a lie if you said you haven’t been wet for hours, thinking of all the wicked things you’d do tonight. Yoongi’s been on a trip overseas, and video calls can only satisfy you so much. You’ve missed being with him in person, being pampered and loved so sweetly.

Not even several months ago, you were surviving on a diet of ramen, and string cheese. You lived in a shitty apartment with three other girls, and nearly all of your money went towards bills.

Living paycheck to paycheck, you were surviving - and barely at that. Everything you did revolved around how much it cost, if you could afford it, if you wanted food or fun.

More often than not… you couldn’t, so you went without.

Now finances are an abstract concept.

There’s new designer dresses for every day of the week, shopping trips to Myeong-dong, tiny entrees that cost more than a month’s rent, and a beautiful Seoul apartment you share with a man that utterly loves to dote on you.

Min Yoongi is, without a doubt, one of the most selfless, magnetic people you’ve ever met. And you adore him for all those reasons and a million more.

“Please.”

The pleasure all at once too much and not enough. Your pussy aches, swollen and tender. You’ve gotten so used to cumming on Yoongi’s cock that without it, it’s hopeless to try - left clinging to the edge by your fingernails.

“I need - I can’t -”

“Shh, it’s alright.” A chuckle, low and dark with satisfaction sounds close to your ear. “I never said you couldn’t cum, so go ahead.”

“No, I can’t! Need you, Daddy.”

“Mm, I didn’t hear you. Come on, tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“H-hah, want your cock. Shit, please, please, please. Give it to me.”

At your response, Yoongi retreats.

The loss cuts through you, your pussy throbbing in time with your heartbeat. Slick soaks your shaking thighs, and your knees wobble. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’re making a mess on the hardwood. Normally, you can’t control yourselves once you get your hands on each other. Whether it’s because of the time you were apart or something else, this teasing is exquisite torture.

You don’t know how to handle it - have never had to before. Yoongi’s very giving, and while he’s made you work for it before, he’s never made you beg - not like this. ”No, no, no!” You protest, squirming in the arms caging you against the window, trying to wiggle him back to where you want him. “Please…”

“Are you saying my fingers aren’t enough for you?”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yoongi - Daddy - please,” you grab one of his hands and shove it between your thighs, “feel how wet you make me. I love your fingers but I wanna cum on your cock. It’s been so long...”

Groaning, the man presses a kiss to your temple, “Shit, I missed this. Missed the way your sloppy little pussy feels around my cock.” Before you can share the sentiment, his hands disappear and the sound of a zipper comes from behind. Anticipation swells, stoking the embers of your desire.

A palm plants itself between your shoulders. It presses down, and you go with the movement, cheek coming to rest against the chilly glass of the window as Yoongi bends you over.

He rubs a thumb along the length of your neck, peppering the exposed skin with kisses. You shiver, the points of contact prickling with awareness.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, “and I’m gonna show you just how much I missed you. Ready baby?”

You nod, not trusting your ability to speak, and then your panties are tucked to the side once more.

He’s suddenly right there and you lose your ability to breathe. He works the fat head of his cock into you inch by inch until he’s seated deep inside.

You both release held breathes with a moan.

Your hands slap the glass, fingers scrabbling for purchase, weak-kneed. You’re so full of him. The burn of the stretch adds to the pleasure coursing through you.

Yoongi’s no better.

Hands knead your ass as his body shakes with restraint. He does his best to give you time to reacquaint yourself with his size but even he can’t stop the tiny flexes of his hips.

A bitten off, wounded sounds escapes him when you unconsciously clench down, walls milking his shaft.

“Fuck baby, you can’t do that, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Daddy, please, I want it,” you whine, tentatively rocking back into the cradle of his body. “I can take it. Promise.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and grits his teeth. “Baby…”

“Come on, Daddy, give it to me.”

Another clench has his restraint snapping. He kicks your feet apart. Hands like steel bands lock around your hips, strong fingers grabbing hold and jerking you back onto his cock.

He sinks deeper into you with the movement, every possible inch buried inside.

He groans, low and filthy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whimper.

“Just remember you asked for it, baby,” he grunts. “Now hold on cause I’m not stopping even if you cry.”

He sets a brutal pace, hips rutting forward without mercy. All you can do is hold on for the ride, trapped between the hardness of his body and the smooth glass that’s quickly becoming foggy and smeared with condensation.

The lights of the city glitter like stars in your eyes as Yoongi takes you apart piece by piece, the sloppy sound of him fucking you fast and hard, his deep moans and your breathy sighs echoing through the apartment.

“Hng, not gonna last long,” he says through a grunt, his head dropping between your shoulders with a pant. Even so, his hips never miss a beat. “Gonna cum.”

“M-Me too.”

Every throb has your toes curling. Your head goes fuzzy, the insides of your thighs wet with slick. You’re in a tailspin, headed right for the peak.

Yoongi groans, “Fuck, I love you.”

The confession has your eyes snapping open and cumming unexpectedly hard. You shatter, body tensing up, mind going blank.

The revelation of Yoongi’s words float at the edge of your consciousness. You’re vaguely aware of a blooming warmth, and cum dripping down the backs of your thighs when he pulls out. The world is hazy as you slump against the window like a doll whose strings have been cut, forehead resting against the cool surface.

Yoongi is plastered against your back, chin hooked over your shoulder. His breath fogs up the glass beside your face.

“You don’t have to say it back..” He presses a kiss to the jut of your cheekbone. “I don’t want you to say it unless you mean it.”

Your eyes crack open, and you meet his gaze in the reflection. A small smile curves up the corners of your lips, and you stroke the likeness of his cheek in the glass.

Your gaze is fond when you reply, “Love you too, Yoongi.”

#min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi smut

[hail-americas-ass]

🔆JUNE REC LIST

AU-MODERN SETTING:  🌺 Coming Home by Charlesdk (@transcowboy on tumblr)  (Winter Soldier!Bucky x Farmer!Steve) 42K Words  (very fluffy, perfect fic) 

“Steve, you don't know a damn thing about that guy. The fact that you're even considering keeping him in your house is crazy.”

“I don't care.” Steve glanced over at the stranger, his face softening when he saw him sinking back into the couch cushions and gripping his backpack so tightly.

“Sam, the guy looks like no one's been nice to him for years. How am I supposed to be okay with just sending him off somewhere?” Sam sighed heavily and looked heavenward. “I swear to God, if I come by tomorrow and find you dead in your bed, I'm gonna find a way to bring you back to life just to kill you again.”

OR – in which former army captain, current farmer Steve Rogers finds a bruised and battered and dirty stranger who remembers nothing and doesn't speak in his barn. He takes him in, despite his friends' advice not to, and helps him recover. It's not easy. Especially not when, along the way, feelings get involved.

❄ Winter’s Children by Neery (Post-WS Kid Fic)  66.8K Words (words fail to describe how amazing this fic is READ IT)

When their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum failed, Hydra started trying to breed Captain America clones from his genetic samples.

Unfortunately, the serum's effects aren't passed down genetically, so instead of an army of tiny Captain Americas, they get a bunch of tow-headed, asthmatic, allergic, immuno-compromised little Steves. And then the Winter Soldier stumbles across Hydra's failed experiment...

🏰 Your Heart is a Castle by teenytabris  (Modern!Bucky x Cap!Ghost!Steve) 68.8K Words (THERE IS A HAPPY ENDING)

Becca and Bucky have spent the last few years living in England as they finish up degrees in Anthropology/Archaeology and Historical Engineering respectively. Neither were able to find paying jobs in their chosen fields, and the end of their lease is looming close. London is expensive, and they begin to worry about where they could possibly live.

Then, an unknown Great Uncle dies suddenly, and names Bucky (by way of legal loophole) heir to the castle he lived in. In Germany. And sure, it’s run down, they have barely any furniture, and it’s tucked away remotely in the mountains between Germany and the Czech Republic, but hey? Free house?

Bucky supposes the brush with death that made him able to see the ghosts of Captain America, Agent Carter and the Howling Commandos is just the price he has to pay for it.

🔥 knew we’d be alright by burning_brighter (@burning-brighter on tumblr) (Firefighter!Bucky x Cap!Steve) 82.8K Words (sooo much angst but happy ending)

In 2012, Steve is a man out of time, trying to battle his demons and build a life in a new century when he meets Bucky, an FDNY Lieutenant helping with cleanup and rescue after the Battle of New York.

In 2014, Bucky is a fire Captain, trying to get his life back on track after a rough break up with his super soldier boyfriend.

Going back and forth between past and present, see how they fall in love, how their relationship falls apart and how it inevitably falls back into place.

🌊 lane lines by sparkagrace ( @sparkagrace on tumblr)  (Olympic Swimmer!Steve x Olympic Swimmer!Bucky) 132.5K Words (MUST READ! THIS IS NOT A QUESTION! YOU MUST READ THIS ONE)

Steve Rogers has spent his entire life swimming and now is poised to take the Wakanda 2024 Olympics by storm. The only thing he’s missing is a friendly rival to help get him there. Enter Bucky Barnes, who doesn’t seem to take the sport quite as seriously despite his raw and enviable talent.

Steve hates him. Bucky doesn’t care. That makes Steve hate him more.

💌 And they all lead back to you by pandafish ( @myexplosion​ on tumblr) 1.8K Words (so fluffy, perfect read, and the poem hit me in the heart strings)

Bucky was dancing with Alpine.

It was a slow dance, because she was a sleepy kitten by now, but the radio was playing an old song that reminded Bucky of times past and he didn’t have Steve here to dance with him. He'd be home from his mission tomorrow, but it felt like forever.

Bucky had just tucked the kitten into bed and was preparing for a night without Steve, when he noticed a letter on their doormat.

#stucky fic rec #steve/bucky #steve and bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #ao3 #fic recs #reading list #fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic

[goodbysunball]

Cement mixer blues

A couple more for your March, with Opening Day right around the corner. Four picks, all hits, and more waiting in the wings - but until then:

Thomas Bush, The Next 60 Years LP (Jolly Discs)

Album number three from Thomas Bush, one carving his own path through the history of quietly devastating British folk. That Bush has much to do with "folk" in general is debatable at this point, but there are fractured fragments within his damaged, precise compositions. On The Next 60 Years, he refines his vision further, not solely through reduction (though that, too) but with a bit of surprising bombast on the B-side. "Same Life Flowed" opens the album with plodding pop, the double-tracked vocals opening up just enough during the chorus to complement the harpsichord melody, and runs into the pensively dueling guitars on the accurately named "Pure Intention." As is Bush's wont, the album never keeps a straight course after this beautiful opening; some songs, like "Mulligan" or "Flood of Light," creak like floorboards in an empty house, whereas "Face In the Water" jumps out of the speakers from behind the curtain. I've never pieced together any influence of Talk Talk or Mark Hollis on Bush's sound, but now it's crystal on "Burn Clear," the patiently brushed cymbals and pattering drums pairing with slowly ringing chords, all directed by Bush's carefully delivered vocals. The samples on "Burn Clear" get turned inside-out on "Face In the Water," its booming synth chords leaving backwards bubbling loops in their wake, the distortion becoming ever more prominent as Bush's most clear, confident song unravels over its duration. The synth chords turn green midway through, and the garbled loops run rampant to cloud any pop ambitions with more unease. The album closes with the quietly devastating "Xtrails," a repeated descending progression of guitar notes and scattered synth chords, tying the album together neatly with only the necessary ingredients. In early listens, "Burn Clear" and "Face In the Water" were the highlights, but now tracks like "Thirsting" and "Xtrails" have become my favorites, the ones where Bush takes something recognizable and strips it to a skeleton and makes the bones vibrate with noise, creating a new story for the figure largely free from its past. Stunning, especially during my pre-dawn drives, but potent enough, and enveloping enough, to transport the listener from start to finish anytime. Sold out at the source, but I suspect copies will land stateside soon; if not, All Night Flight is handling the distribution - hop to it.

Contaminated, Celebratory Beheading LP (Blood Harvest)

Amidst a glut of ho-hum, self-referencing contemporary death metal, I wasn't really prepared for the complete onslaught that makes up Contaminated's second LP. I liked Final Man a lot, but things seem to have gotten a lot bleaker in the seven years since that came out, and Celebratory Beheading is the record that balls up collective agony into relentless, boneheaded death metal. It takes all of 15 seconds into opener "Suffer Minutiae" for the band to launch into a chugging breakdown riff, and even after multiple spins I feel as if I haven't captured the right words to describe music so single-mindedly brutish. There are no synths, electronics or really anything resembling a breather across the album. This new-look Contaminated feels like layers alternating between Carcass (pre-Heartwork) and Autopsy, with a dash of County Medical Examiners or other goregrind practitioner. Each song is made up of multiple movements, which is the stupid way my brain's been reduced to describing this record when it's on, but the very basic recipe is to pound with death metal crunch and follow it up with a grinding blast, before pulling back and taking another swing at your head. These parts are masterfully fused together without gaps or any recognizable structure, suffocatingly dense compositions coming one after another. Once your ears adjust, the pieces of the bulldozing sound can just barely be picked apart. The drummer's right up front with the vocals, and the two seem to goad each other on; the guitars, drenched in distortion and as beefy as I've heard (sans exterior electronic noise) in ages, churn out mercilessly hard or dizzyingly fast riffs. "Final Hours" is the point in the record where I finally catch my breath, and by "Apex C.H.U.D." (stands for Circular Headbanging Under Duress, pretty sure) you're stomping around like a sumo wrestler. Imagine running in a sewer tunnel away from a tidal wave of waste, each turn bringing no more distance or relief from the chase; at some point your legs and chest give out and you submit. I haven't looked at the included lyric sheet - the album and song titles are illustrative enough - but this seems to be the soundtrack to intentionally hammering a nail through your finger, pure visceral animal thrill, presented without concessions or interludes. My favorite record of the year so far.

Los Doroncos, Sun and Fireworks LP (An'archives)

There's nothing like the first whiff of springtime to bring me around to an album that made little sense during the dregs of the new year, and Los Doroncos' Sun and Fireworks is one for the ages. Seasoned vets with deep ties to the Japanese underground - members from Denudes, Maher Shalal Hash Baz, Doronco Gumo - but what you get here is a dream dive bar band, playing music both intimately familiar and somehow buoyant, not bogged down with expectations or concerned with much else than playin' hits. If the band set out to make classic rock feel fresh again, they nailed it, taking the scoff right outta my throat and using it to hit another solo. The band rips on the two longer tracks, "A minor" (one of the young year's best tracks) and "Drum," but elsewhere things are downright breezy. Guitars are largely unadorned until solos call for distortion, vocals are charming, paper-thin but hopeful, and the drums do enough to keep everything together. For me, any cynicism is eradicated by the beautifully disarming guitar lines littered about in "LuLu 2," but just as often it's the solo pushing its way through the clean chords of "Tin Ear." I'm in the midst of fixing up my porch, and if I get my way, I will be having a few beers back there with Sun and Fireworks elevating my mundane accomplishment. Come through.

Peg, We Know Who You Are and Everyone Is On the Lookout CS (No Rent)

Meeting of the minds between Cube's Adam Keith and Jackie-O Motherfucker's Dave Easlick, both of whom previously teamed up in SPF. I can't remember SPF's music much, though it may be time to revisit given how much I've enjoyed Peg's debut cassette. The music on We Know Who You Are feels like dub recorded without or presented without permission, as if found on a thrift store cassette, and then given added rhythm by Easlick and Keith's drumming and programming. "Mutual Percussion" is a sterling example, drums fading in and out while viscous treated guitar bubbles and the sound of a breeze or footsteps periodically emerge to confusingly give the feel of a field recording. The album feels sometimes ominous, sometimes sarcastic; the intention feels pure but you're never quite convinced with a track like "Agenda Jazz," either. Beyond sifting through the tape for intention, there's deep enjoyment here, skewering and distorting sounds in a way not unlike Equipment Pointed Ankh, though Peg's got a decidedly more abstract, glowering, smirking result. Hard to pick favorites, but if forced: the slouched strut of "Athletic Posturing"; the disarming "Everyone," all glistening synthesizer and distant drums; and my favorite, "Bog Standard," Easlick letting loose on the kit while a bassy loop and high-pitched noise build towers in the shifting sands. Really feels like these two met each other head-on this round, keeping stakes low for themselves but understanding one another intuitively to create one of last year's best albums.

#Thomas Bush #Jolly Discs #Contaminated #Blood Harvest Records #Los Doroncos #An'archives #Peg #No Rent Records

[bbyquokka]

This has been living in my head rent free ever since I saw it

Idk if you saw but if you did, Remember when Chan made a freaking EDM with Changbin's like dwaekki sound during one of his lives? The kulchong sound so like I was thinking Changbin and x fem reader in a relationship but she's like close friends with Chan and she joins his live and they make the freaking song and changbin thinks Chan made it so he be hating on it but in reality it was his girlfriends idea 🤣 and he's like baby wait I take it bacccckkk it's goood! Or something like that 🤣

i love this request. pls click here for the time of your life. (the full video is 15 mins long so i just shared the timestamp where chan plays the finished version of the edm) i so badly want chan to release this. ITS SO GOOD!! as always, pls lemme know your thoughts and opinions – i welcome all feedback!

⌢ : �� 🐷🐰 kulchong!

→ PAIRING: Seo Changbin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: idol!au | fluff

→ SYNOPSIS: Chan got challenged by Minho to make an EDM track on live. You join in on the fun by suggesting to add in Changbin's YOH and KULCHONG!

→ WARNINGS: pet name (babe)

→ WORDS: 1.1k

→ have a request? send it to me here. read my rules to learn about my guidelines before submitting requests! | 2811 update

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

You swing your legs, currently sitting on the countertop as you munch on some toast. Your phone held lengthways as you watched Chan's room. 

"Ok, so." Chan begins, "Lino challenged me to make an EDM track so, I am going to attempt it with the help of you guys." Chan laughs, eyes flickering up to his big screen. He plays a few sample tracks, mashing and mixing them together. You frown, chewing on your toast slowly as a form of concentration. 

"It's missing something." You mumble to yourself, watching Chan's eyes flicker around the screen, clicks and taps of the keyboard a faint sound with an occasional chuckle of embarrassment from Chan.

"It's missing something." Chan reads a comment. He frowns, thinking as he sits back in his chair. The chair rocking a little due to him putting all his weight on it. "You're right, it is missing something."

You suddenly get an idea. You live with Changbin, him being your boyfriend. The longer you're with him, the more you learn about his little habits and inside jokes. During the relationship, you got close with the members too, but became especially close to Chan.

People say that you and Chan are best suited for each other, you and Chan a hundred percent disagree. Although you are alike in many ways, the relationship you have feels more like a sibling relationship. You see Chan as more of a brother than someone you would like to date; it's one of those feelings where you have to experience it to know.

You jump down off the counter, brushing the crumbs off your lap as you open up your messages, scrolling and clicking onto Chan's.

you [14:05]: im watching your live. i have an idea so im coming over. see ya soon 🐺

As soon as you hit send, you quickly get dressed. Your phone buzzes with a notification from Chan. A simple "Okay 👍🏼" is received. You grin, knowing that Chan knows it's going to be the most fun he is going to have.

"Here she is!!" Chan announces, clapping and laughing. You make a show out of it, cheering and clapping also before laughing and saying a hello to the fans.

"I heard you were making an EDM track." 

"Yeah, Lino challenged me to, but something is missing and I don't know what." 

"Well, I was thinking. Why don't we add Changbin's yoh and kulchong to it. Spice it up a lil, y'know." 

Chan laughs at your suggestion, the chat box going wild claiming you're the best and it's a brilliant idea. You thank the fans, playfully basking in the glory.

"That's not a bad idea, y/n." Chan hums, opening up some folders that hold demo tracks and sounds. He finds Changbin's "YOH!" and "Kulchong" samples, playing them instantly. You both burst out laughing, Chan playing the samples over and over again.

"C-Chan Stop!!" You whine, holding your stomach. "My stomach… It hurts!" Your stomach muscles burning from laughing too hard, tears falling from the corners of your eyes.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry." Chan laughs, stopping the onslaught of pain and torture. You thank him, wiping your eyes before working alongside Chan to make the best EDM track. Chan mixes and mashes clips together, pulling and putting them apart all with your advice.

After thirty minutes, you decide to take a break. Chan plays the first few seconds of it, you both bob your heads in time with the music, short puffs of air coming out off your nose as you splutter. 

"It's so–" Chan states, looking at you. 

"Good!" You both say in unison, laughing before giving each other a high five. Chan's phone rings, Minho's contact popping up.

"Hi lino. I'm on live and with y/n so I'm putting you on loud speaker!" Chan does so, Minho's voice filling up the small room.

"Dude, that was kinda good." Minho laughs softly, the background noise being cars passing by and an engine running indicating Minho is on route somewhere.

"Did you like it?" Chan asks, laughing softly.

"Yeah. I think it's pretty good! Wasn't expecting you to add in Changbin though!" 

"Oh, that was y/n's idea. That's all on her, not me. I cannot take credit for that." Minho hums in satisfaction, clearly pleased and impressed with your idea.

"Impressive. Anyways, I have to go. I only called for this." Chan laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Typically. Bye lino." You also say bye, Minho saying his goodbyes to you and to stays before hanging up. You and Chan make the final touches to the track before playing it for stays. Chan decided that it was time to say goodbye, doing his usual ending before closing the live.

"We should show Binnie!" You giggle, already getting excited at his reaction. You know what it's going to be; you can picture it in your head. A bubble of excitement rises from your stomach, making you tingle.

"Should we? Think he will like it?" 

"It's Binnie! Of course he will." You say, already getting your phone out and texting Changbin to come to Chan's room asap. Changbin appears moments later, dressed in a tight black t-shirt, cap and sweatpants.

"What's up, doll. Your message sounded urgent." You grin, standing up for Changbin to sit in your seat. He sits, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you.

"We made something for you!" You press the spacebar, the track playing. Changbin listens, his thumbs idly stroking your waist. He frowns but struggles to keep his smile and laughter at bay.

"Do you like it? Chan made it an–"

"Don't like it." He huffs in a playful, childish manner. "Why did you have to add my yoh and kulchong in it?!" You burst out laughing, Chan doing the same. Changbin protests about the track, voice rising in decibels.

"I'm going to phone lino and tell him it was a bad idea!" Changbin reaches for his phone. You laugh, struggling to catch your breath as your stomach starts to hurt again.

"W-Wait! you really don't like it?" 

"No." Changbin struggles to not smile, frowning at you.

"Awe. But, I made it with Chan too. It was my idea to put in the yoh and kulchong." You pout, sniffling playfully pretending to be hurt. Changbin's gaze softens at the new information, he hands cupping your cheeks.

"Oh baby! I had no idea. I love it, absolutely love it!" You keep the pout, making it quiver a little bit.

"You're just saying that."

"No no no!" Changbin frantically says, worried that he might have hurt your feelings. "I love everything you do and create babe." 

"Really?" Changbin hums and nods, stroking your pout. You grin, kissing his lips sweetly.

"Does that mean I can create more tracks like this then?"

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[glowingbadger]

hello! could i request virginity kink + thoma? with afab reader, up to you whether one or both is a virgin!

Ayooo we're back to the Kink Prompt List requests! And y'know I don't write virginal characters often, but man, with my good boy Thoma how could I not. Like I def need to write Thoma more.

Thoma (Genshin) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #1 - Virginity

NSFW 18+ V

You'll have to thank Ayato the next time you see him. The list of tasks he'd assigned Thoma- with your company, he noted -seemed custom tailored to grant the two of you a rare full day of quality time together. "Purchase a kimono for Y/N in the latest fashion from this vendor so that I can review the quality of their fabrics for future use," "Sample several courses from this restaurant and report your thoughts," and so on. The plan was almost brilliant in its simplicity; if your partner is too dedicated to his work to relax with you, then the clear solution is to formally assign him to relaxation.

You've spent all day light on your feet and practically glowing at the chance to finally spend this time as a real couple, even if Thoma had continued to periodically mutter something or other about how he has to take Lord Kamisato's requests with the utmost gravity. It's a mantra which stayed with him from your first task, when you'd visited a local florist "to see what blooms are most in fashion," long into the evening, at an inn you'd been sent to "in order to judge whether it would be suitable as accommodations for honored guests." Until now, on a shared bedroll, where his kiss is hot at the crook of your neck and your fingertips sneaking up under the hem of his black undershirt, asking meekly for permission to push further.

Despite the time you've spent together since confessing your feelings, there hasn't been a proper time for you and Thoma to be together intimately. There was always something- travels or work or some such. While neither of you has said a word since you coaxed him by the hand onto the sheets, the tingling, thrilling feeling in your belly tells you that this might finally be the night. You've felt so in tune with him after your day together, your thoughts and hearts fully harmonized. It feels right- it has to be tonight. Despite the barrier of clothing, you can feel his body warm against yours, the barely restrained way his hands grip at your curves as he touches you. His fingers fuss with the neckline of your kimono. You can hear the stifled need in his harried whisper,

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, gods yes."

He pulls open the front of your clothes, then pauses, as though even he hadn't anticipated how struck he'd be by the sight of your bare breasts, flushed with want, rising and falling with your softly panting breath. Gently, a hand cups one of them, testing the feeling of it in his palm. Then, both hands run along your sides, pulling you to him as he brings his lips to your chest.

"Mmh- Thoma..!"

His entire body tenses at your cry, his fingers digging against you as he holds you. Thoma's lips brush a sensitive, stiffened nipple, and you whimper aloud for him once more. As he grazes it with his teeth, sucking gently, learning your pleasure with careful experimentation, you feel his hand running up the parted slit of your kimono.

"Is this-"

"Yes-!"

Your body arches at the mere brush of his fingertips at the curve of your lower lips. You're certain he can feel how wet you are for him already. How badly you've wanted this- wanted him. A little clumsily, his touch strokes along your crease, awaiting your encouraging sighs and following your lead until you gasp his name, and he realizes he's found your weak spot. His fingers flick across your clit almost too gently, teasing it stiff, flooding you with urgent need that's building faster than you can track.

"Thoma-"

"Sorry- is this too-?"

"No, no, I..." you cradle his face with a hand, urging him to meet your eyes. Your face is burning hot, your pulse pounding, "Normally I'd want to enjoy this a bit more, but... I don't think I can wait any longer to feel you."

Now he's the one burning a brighter red than his vision. His gaze wanders for a moment, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the sight of you laid beneath him with your clothes pulled askew in every direction. Presented to him. Ready for him.

"Listen, Y/N, I just... I should probably tell you that I've never really, uh... done this before."

Your eyebrows rise slightly in surprise, and you raise a hand to brush aside his unruly bangs.

"You're a virgin?"

"I, uh... yeah. I just, you know, with work and everything, a-and-"

"It's fine, Thoma," you say with a warm smile, "So... would you like for me to be your first?"

"Yes," his reply is hoarse but immediate.

"Then get undressed," you say playfully. He nods without a word and gets to his feet to discard his remaining clothing. Now, watching the subtle flex of his muscles as he pulls his shirt over his head, you're struck for the most recent time of many by just how handsome Thoma is. Surely he's had no small number of opportunities or even propositions in the past; hell, you've heard for yourself the way the locals talk about him. For however much of an "outsider" he may be, it hasn't stopped him accumulating a vast number of admirers.

And yet here he is, nervously kneeling down over you, his expression uncertain as though seeking your guidance. You smile and direct him down to you, kissing him tenderly as you wrap your arms around his body. Gods, the warm, smooth feeling of his skin against yours is far too intoxicating. You can only hope your desire won't overwhelm him on his first time. Though, the way he's kissing you makes his own longing more than evident. Thoma tilts his head to connect with you more deeply, his tongue massaging yours, his hands tracing down your silhouette. At last, he parts from your lips to whisper.

"Can I..?"

"Please- I want you, Thoma. I've wanted you for so long," your words come out like pleading moans and without thinking, your heel nudges him closer from behind.

"I've always wanted you," the words rush from his lips, "I- I just never wanted to pressure, or, uh, do anything that you, well, I mean-"

"Thoma," you smile and kiss his lips sweetly, "Let me feel you."

Without another word, his hand fumbles downward to align himself at your entrance. Then, slowly, carefully, Thoma begins to push into you. The head of his cock opens you around him, your clenching pussy squeezing tight around every inch of him. Perhaps you ought to have been more patient, guided you both into this more gradually, but the pressure is far more wonderful than painful. Your lips hang parted in a silent moan as his manhood drives deeper. Then, his hips are flush against you, sheathing him in you to the base. He feels perfect. His every vein and contour stimulates the tender nerves that had been so lonely without him, and your lips join once more- this time, slower, more intimate. When you part, you each take a breath in unison.

"Wow..." he murmurs, then tries an experimental little shift of his hips, groaning at the incredible friction of you wrapped around his length, "Gods, Y/N, you- you feel amazing..!"

For a moment, you each bask in the sensation together. Your trembling sighs of pleasure blend in the air around you as his hips buck and sway. You pull him down into another kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, at some point tugging out the tie of his ponytail to let his hair spill over his shoulders. With his forehead resting against yours, he murmurs,

"Is it... is it good for you, Y/N?"

"Fuck yes," you say with a groan as he hits your core, filling you completely with each stroke, "Even... b-better than I imagined..."

He lowers himself to you, holding you against his toned frame as the pace of his thrusts increases. Mindlessly, he scatters kisses up and down your neck and shoulders, cock throbbing with every delighted moan he earns from you. With your fingers tangled in his hair and your other hand dragging your nails down his back, you say low and lustful into his ear,

"I hope you're prepared to get in a lot of experience tonight..."

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[dystopianhellscape]

Let Me In, Prologue

I have been reading so much ST fanfic that I wanted to write my own. It's just a quick intro to something that could be turned into a series with enough interest. I've never written before so I hope you like the sample! If I get good feedback, I'll keep it going. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. I'd be happy to start a tag list!

Warnings ⚠️: Tobacco use and maybe light cursing. Not a whole lot.

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"And I get to do it all over again tomorrow..." you grumbled quietly to yourself as you slammed the gate down and pushed your key into the lock. The Starcourt Mall was super crowded and overwhelming during the day but on the nights you worked the closing shift at Scoops Ahoy, you actually enjoyed the silence that fell down the now dark and empty walk ways. The only noises that lingered were the carousel music from the mechanical horse in the distance and the sigh escaping your lips, signaling the end of another exhausting work day. It was nice to be alone though. You roll your eyes as you head toward the mall exit, not looking forward to the shift you had to work tomorrow. But you immediately felt guilty for complaining. You had picked up tomorrow night's shift for Steve, as he had done for you a couple of times before. He had to beg you though. You shake your head and let out a breathy chuckle remembering how excited he was to finally score a date with....what was her name again? Tracy? Lisa? Brandi? You lost track after a while and so did Robin, sparing him a few tallies on the "You Suck" board. You noticed Steve "The Hair" Harrington was feeling a little down lately about having issues in the dating department. It had been like this since his breakup with the Wheeler girl. You figured he deserved to have the night off. Maybe it would make him more productive during your next shift together if the date went well.

The cool air brushed your cheeks, bare arms and legs as you walked out the door. It made you shiver a bit. You groaned to yourself as you shifted to dig through your bag. After a moment of ruffling through, you managed to grab your pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Steve and Robin were always quick to remind you about how gross and unhealthy smoking was but you had your reasons for choosing not to quit. You didn't want to. At least not right now. The Scoops uniform was doing absolutely no favors in shielding you from the chilly breeze. Even when the nights had been warmer, you hated that damn polyester skirt and hideous striped top. But at least THEN it was somewhat weather-appropriate. Remembering the silly looking hat still on your head, you snatched it off quickly and shoved it in your bag with a deep sigh. 'I NEED to find a new job' followed up by 'who the hell wants ice cream when it's still cold out anyway?' You pulled a cigarette out of the pack and brought it to your lips, inhaling as you lit up the end. "Ugh. Finally." As you exhaled, you leaned back against the brick wall outside the exit with a thud. Your head followed as you leaned it gently against the wall shortly after. Closing your eyes, savoring the moment. The quiet. The nicotine. The emptiness of the lot. You let it all swallow you for a brief moment before a heavier breeze blew through, nipping at your exposed skin again. Without opening your eyes, you silently cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket with you to work. You took another long drag off your cigarette. As ready as you were to leave, you weren't ready to go home. You knew what to expect. An empty driveway. Only darkness welcoming you home through the windows. And a cold bed that always seemed inviting until your eyes finally lost the fight to stay open. The nightmares clouding your unconscious mind as you drifted off. Exhale.

After a few moments, you savored the last puff from the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and extinguishing it with the toe of your sneaker. The wind picked up a tiny bit as you started your walk home but you hardly noticed the chill now. Your mind was too preoccupied trying to shake the memories of last night's nightmare. It was always the same. The blood red sky. The huge....branches? No...more like vines? covering the ground, occasionally twisting up your ankles before you could shake free of them with a bit of a struggle. The thought of how scared you were in your dream sends a shiver down your spine colder than the chill present in the air now. A familiar voice rips you from your disturbing thoughts.

"Hey, Y/L/N! You look lost!" You glance over to the car slowly driving along next to you, a smile crossing your lips at the sight of your co-workers and the familiar BMW. "I wish," you shoot back in response to Robin. You watch as Steve stops the car and leans over her to speak his piece through the open window. "Glad we caught you before you got too far! You uh....got plans tonight?" He shot you one of his infamous flashy smiles and you and Robin both picked up on the flirtatious tone. You raised your eyebrows with a short laugh as you watched Robin palm his face, gently pushing him back into the driver's seat by his head. She rolled her eyes. "Easy, dingus. It's almost like you forgot about your date tomorrow with Missy -" "MINDY" he corrected quickly, cutting her off. "MINDY. WHATEVER." Steve threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh as Robin looked back over to you with a smirk on her face. "What he meant to say was 'get in the car and come watch some movies with us'." She held up two movie cases decorated with the Family Video logo and shook them side to side slowly as though she was trying to persuade you without using words. After a brief moment, you answered by walking toward the car, Robin letting out a celebratory "yesssss!" and Steve's smile reappearing on his face as he watched you climb into the back seat. He made sure the door was completely shut before taking off toward his place. You giggled at their excitement. "These movies better be good, Buckley! And there better be snacks!" You listened to your favorite two knuckleheads bicker over which snacks were a necessity as you silently thanked them. They were saving you from the loneliness you would have endured at home without even knowing.

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[dholwrites]

Letters on Our Skin

Soulmate au: the link between soulmates is that they can write on their skin and it would show up in the same place on their partner’s for a short amount of time. Sharing things like names does not work. But names of animals and plants do. Any attempts to hide names or meeting places within messages are blocked.

Erenville x (OC) Junior.

Spíra - sprout

@nijohirjesyho Thank you for the comm :3

His partner is cute. Erenville will admit that much from what little he knows of them. Spíra, as he comes to call them, travels the world for their job, loves plants, and, most importantly, has horrendous handwriting. It’s taken him years to decode the words and there are still moments where he is scratching his head at what has appeared on his skin. Is it supposed to be a dot or did his soulmate accidentally smudge their handwriting?

Another thing about his partner is that he is very helpful. Erenville has lost count of how many times Spíra would happen to know where and when to get common plants that researchers need. In return, he makes sure that Spíra doesn’t get scammed by every merchant they come across. Who would be foolish enough to pay twelve thousand gil for a simple hair tie? It was just his luck that he was able to put a stop to it before his Spíra was scammed of their life savings.

His attention snaps back to the student in front of him. The list of plants he needs to collect is probably long enough to circle around Sharalayan and the scholar is already strangely insistent on him getting it done as soon as possible. Scanning over the list again and recognizing only a handful of the names, he is already in for a long trip. He will have to track down and talk to fellow gleaners or do his own research to see where best to find them.

Some scholars really need to understand that handing over a list or just asking to bring in live samples doesn’t mean he will make it appear the next day. Nevertheless, he accepts the request, after giving the student a touchlashing, and heads back to his office. Picking up an ink brush, he starts to write down the plants on his arm and already expecting a long day ahead of him. What he didn’t anticipate was for Spíra to write back. 

Next to Bitter Foxglove, they have written Coerthas Highlands and a warning that its poison is stronger than regular foxglove. Underneath it is the Rhea, Azim Steppe is written. Then again with Jhammel Ginger with the Lochs. For every region, his love had also included a set of instructions on when and where he could collect the materials he needs. Erenville hurries to trace everything his partner has written down before it vanishes. 

Staring at his arm, now practically covered in dry ink. The gleaner couldn’t help but be in awe of the amount of information spread across his skin. Spíra’s knowledge is astounding. He’s met plenty of coworkers who are well versed in certain fields, he himself is familiar with certain hopping amphibians after all. His soulmate is showing and proving that they are familiar with plants not in one region but possibly all of Eorzea if his guess is correct. The fact that Sharlayan doesn’t have someone with this mountain of knowledge in their halls is a grave mistake. 

Erenville wrote a short thank you on his other arm. The reply came so quick that he couldn’t help but smile. On his wrist is “any time” looping into a heart, a sweet touch that sends his own to skip a beat. Quickly looking around to make sure that no one is there, he brings his arm up and presses a delicate kiss over the words. He only hopes that his other half could feel even a bit of the affection he has for them. 

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Thanks to Spíra, a three-day task became a day affair. As the moon start to reach its peak, Erenville was able to harvest the Golden Cocoons he needed. Spíra was right that their shine under the moonlight had made it easy to find. Thavnair is beautiful in the daytime, but sometimes it’s difficult to distinguish when there are bright colors on every ilm of the land. He wipes the sweat from his brow and pulls his pack over his shoulders, now significantly heavier than it was this morning. If he’s lucky, he would be able to make it to Radz-ad-Han or at least a smaller settlement and avoid having to camp out under the stars. As beautiful as the night sky is, getting attacked at night by bandits or wildlife is the last thing he needs. 

Putting one tired foot after the other, Erenvile starts to make his way back to the city. A waterskin in one hand, he uses his free hand to cup a bit of water to rub off the list on his arm. He quietly mourns the cute notes and draws before his ears pick up an unnatural rustling of a bush. His senses and heart kick into full gear as he continues down the beaten path, eyes flicking about to find the source of the sound. 

A green-haired miqo’te crouch over a collection of wildflowers. A botanist hatchet is strapped to his back and it doesn’t look like he has anything on him that could be used as a weapon. Stopping a few yalms away, Erenville is dumbstruck by the sight. He is shoving the plants into his mouth without a single care in the world. That… surely can’t be normal.

Seeing how harmless and strange the miqo’te is, he should just move on. Yet he can’t tear his eyes away. Erenville feels undeniably drawn to him, the frantic fluttering of his heart and urge to reach out pull him closer. He snaps out of his daze when a twig snaps under his boots and causing the botanist to whip around to look him in the eye. 

Bright purple and white eyes stare up at him, pure and curious, and it felt like Nymeia struck him at the back of his head. The goddess of fate has granted him a blessing. It’s him, his heart and mind cry, it’s Spíra. A familiar warmth from his chest, one that he only feels when seeing the words spread across his arms, fills from his toes to the very tips of his ears.

He is simply lovestruck.

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[lovejustforaday]

2022 Year End List - #6

Once Twice Melody - Beach House

Main Genres: Dream Pop, Indie Pop, Neo-Psychedelia

A decent sampling of: Ethereal Wave, Synth Pop, Shoegaze, Indietronica

Can’t believe that it’s taken me this long to do a Beach House review. I mean, just look at the record I’m holding in my profile pic. It’s about damn time, I’ll say.

For those not in the know, Beach House are a dream pop duo based out of Baltimore, Maryland. There is guitarist Alex Scally and vocalist/keyboardist Victoria Legrand, both primary songwriters.

Beach House is known for largely leading the wave of renewed interest in dream pop amongst a whole new generation in the 2010s, and it’s safe to say that they’re probably one of the three or four biggest names in indie rock of the last decade. Hell, there’s footage on YouTube of frigging Beyoncé and Jay Z vibing in the audience at one of their shows at Coachella.

Beach House’s typical sound is marked by the following: warm retro organs, slide guitars, minimalist drum machine beats, a generous amount of reverb, Legrand’s earthy but soft contralto vocals, poignant and sentimental lyrics, and of course, major viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiibes.

Alex and Victoria are notable as artists for their clear dedication to developing their signature sound organically, opting to explore new avenues of their sonic palette here and there rather than reinventing themselves entirely. Yes, the essential components and formula of the Beach House record have remained largely the same from the band’s self-titled debut all the way up until now. Yet, at the same time, the band has evolved in a multitude of ways, and each of their albums manages to sound quite distinct from each other despite maintaining similar base elements.

I, for one, really admire that Beach House treats their albums more like different expressions of a persisting musical approach, like an artist using the same paint brush and many of the same colours to create very different paintings. Using their essential components, Beach House have created records that range anywhere in sound from the expansive, youthful wanderlust of Teen Dream to the cozy, elegant melancholy of Depression Cherry and the cool, hypnotic twilight of 7.

I also greatly admire the firm stance that Alex and Victoria have taken in that they will continue to make the music that they love, exactly as they would like to, largely removed from the context of their time. It helps that the band has a very loyal following, and as an aside, are generally some of the coolest people you will ever meet.

But I digress. What to make of their latest record? Well...

Once Twice Melody is the most ornate, maximalist, and monumental album of Beach House’s discography thus far. The record takes on a distinctly fairytale aesthetic, with glittering, majestic arpeggios and glissandos, more string arrangements than the band has ever previously incorporated, and a sense of regal polish that defines the mastering and production. The album is divided into (and was released as) four separate 'chapters', much like a storybook. This is probably why it is also Beach House’s longest record to date, almost 1.5 times as long as their next longest record Bloom.

Chapter one opens with the title track "Once Twice Melody", which heralds the beginning of an enchanting dream, with prancing chimes that dance around like flashing colours behind closed eyes. It becomes immediately apparent that Beach House are looking to deliver something more mythical and epic on this record, and “Once Twice Melody” more than exceeds in setting that tone.

If Beach House’s now-signature "Space Song" off of Depression Cherry was a song fixed among the stars and floating in tranquility, then Once Twice Melody's “Superstar” is a rocket preparing for blast off, with all of the necessary fanfare in the form of arena rock melodies, exuberant orchestral strings, and a soaring bridge that leads into a gravity-defying outro. It is the most massive sound the band has yet achieved, beating out even “10 Mile Stereo” and “Irene” in its sheer sonic magnitude.

“Pink Funeral” is an unearthly paradise of a song, like watching a rain of shooting stars turn into colourful puffy smoke clouds. The whole thing washes over the listener in a beautiful unicorn shade of neo-psychedelia.

Chapter two features “ESP” as a slow, teary-eyed dream pop serenade with earnest strings, cushiony in sound and immaculately compassionate in its atmosphere, as if trying to alleviate all the misunderstandings in life. Victoria Legrand demonstrates her knack for imparting simple truths with the simple but brilliant lyrical motif “What everybody knows / Not everybody shows”. Another one of the highest highs on the record.

Marked by a fluffy feel-good melody, bright sparkly synths, and a steady hi-hat drum machine beat, “New Romance” is essentially a lost Bloom track. I don’t mean this in a bad way, mind you; it’s actually one of the best cuts off the album, and it makes feel incredibly nostalgic for the summer when I first started listening to Beach House.

Chapter three’s greatest highlight is “Masquerade", a dark and dreamy labyrinth of electronic ethereal wave. Very cool sci-fi-meets-gothic sound, not entirely unlike a Depeche Mode song. Somewhat of an occult anthem for a mysterious, morally ambiguous heroine, and I absolutely love it.

The final fourth chapter and record itself closes with “Modern Love Stories”, a cinematic and flourishing dream pop ballad that climaxes, and then dissolves into an acoustic guitar melody that flies off into the night sky of an open desert highway. I could (and will) point out that it gives off quite a similar impression as an album closer to 7′s “Last Ride”, albeit with a much less depressing, more uplifting spirit. Either way, it’s still gorgeous in its own right, and “Last Ride” remains my favourite Beach House closer, so I'm more than happy that they did it again.

As for my one real critique of the record, all I can say is this: Front. Loaded. Chapters one and two are significantly more consistent than chapters three and four. Then again, I can’t say I would prefer the album to be edited down; the whole point of this record is clearly that it is meant to be Beach House’s ginormous opus album, and I appreciate the concept and wouldn’t want to change that.

And this is still Beach House we’re talking about, a band who outmatches about 99% of all bands when it comes to consistent quality. Likewise, talking about the consistency between tracks on a Beach House record is really like splitting hairs at the end of the day, although its frontloadedness is still plainly noticeable to me.

Regardless, I will always be thrilled for another new Beach House record. This might not really even be my second or third favourite project by them, but Once Twice Melody must be acknowledged for the landmark album that it has become in the band’s discography. It is great to see that eight albums in, Alex and Victoria are feeling more adventurous than ever before. A highly recommended listen for anyone looking to lose themselves in a lush fantasy world.

9/10

Highlights: “Superstar”, “ESP”, "Pink Funeral", “New Romance”, “Masquerade”, "Once Twice Melody", “Modern Love Stories”, “Runaway”, “Through Me”, “Sunset”, “Many Nights”

#beach house #once twice melody #indie pop #dream pop #neo-psychedelia #2022 #aoty #list #year end list #best music #album review #music review

[blindedmewithscience]

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Stumbling onto the magic community had been a complete fluke. Scully was in the midst of their doctorate, working on their dissertation. Their research project had taken them far off the beaten path into the woods in search of rare plant samples to work with.

By this time of day, the daypack hefted on their back was full of carefully collected plant cuttings. Each one lovingly wrapped, jarred, and labelled. The final plant they were after was sighted only rarely in this region, but far more rarely anywhere else. It was something of a myth in botany circles, a holy grail type of plant to find in nature.

Keen eyes scanned their surroundings as they hiked through the brush. Their detailed notes on the conditions which appeared to favor this plant had led them here where everything matched their records perfectly. Finally, just up ahead, they spotted a small white, shimmering bloom. The shape matched, the size matched, and it was the only one like it for miles.

As they approached, a sudden forceful feeling of dread came over them, freezing them in their tracks. Scully's heart raced and they could feel the fear rising up in their throat as every instinct they had told them to run away. Rationally, they knew there was no good reason for this reaction. Closing their eyes, they took a deep, grounding breath before pushing forward. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until it felt like their heart might just burst. They nearly collapsed as they reached the flower, managing to stay upright. Wobbly, but upright as they reached for the plant.

At least until a hand reached out to touch their shoulder to steady them. The startling touch sent them springing away, nearly up a tree. Eyes wide with a terror that they had quickly started to realize was not entirely natural, they laid eyes on their would-be attacker.

It was a tall vaguely humanoid figure, silhouette like an elegant, feathery dress. Large red owlish eyes stared down at them, “That is not yours to take.”

It was a statement. No questions here. Whoever this was knew exactly why Scully was here and they were starting to suspect that this particular plant wasn’t rare so much as well-guarded. They could still feel the oppressive fear effect, even as they forced themself to straighten up and maintain an even voice, “Not even a leaf cutting? What kind of scientist would I be if I went around killing everything I collected samples from?”

A stern narrowing of the eyes was the only reply Scully received.

"Or does your concern lie elsewhere? Is there a reason you don’t want me to bring any part of this plant from here?” Their usual list of reasons tended to be sensible: invasive species, hazardous spores, extremely sensitive to disturbances, all perfectly acceptable explanations.

“Yes.” A one word answer and a looming sense of dread and intimidation.

“Will you share that reason with me?” Despite their efforts to remain calm, Scully could feel their heart racing, every fiber of their being was telling them to get out of there now before the hammer came down upon their head. The only visible cue to give away their feelings was a slight tremor in their hands.

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Said being turned away and motioned for Scully to follow. They cast a reluctant glance back toward their initial floral target before trailing along behind. This was bigger than their dissertation now.

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They almost scoffed as they skimmed it, “An NDA??? You’ve led me to an abandoned shack in the woods and you want me to sign an NDA?”

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A drop... Their eyes followed the path of the pin, held just above their hand. A drop of blood? In exchange for knowledge? What a no brainer. What was to stop them from breaking the terms anyway? Something didn’t add up and they returned their focus to the contract to study it more closely.

More magic... Prevents the signee from breaking terms via a blood oath... Physically unable to.. Oh.. The terms.. Permission to learn about the magical community under the condition that they do not discuss it in detail with those outside the magical community. Well now. Sign them up!

Scully snatched the needle away and pressed it to their soft palm with a little too much gusto before using the tip to sign their initials in their own soft, purple hemolymph. Once finished, the contract appeared to disintegrate as though in a light breeze blowing in their direction.

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Algorithm - this is yet another of the many English-translated Kyon and Koizumi doujins I read through this month. The art is very nice but the dialog is just fucking ass, to be honest. I don't have very much to say about this one there was no impression left on me besides the art style which is unfortunate. I did find out later after reading this doujin the artist that made this went on to publish their own original works under the pen name Mikiyo Tsuda which I found hilariously inspirational.

Boy Meets Boy - another doujin featuring Kyon and Koizumi. This one was fucking awful I genuinely felt like I needed to brush my teeth or take a shower after reading it. I really DO NOT LIKE when consent is ambiguous or vague and this is unfortunately a common trope in yaoi doujins I have noticed. The art was also incredibly extreme to the point where it humored me to look at how awful, depraved, and dirty each illustration looked. After reading this one I genuinely felt like I needed a few minutes to recover.

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Genus Male Issue 1 - a lot of the art featured in this first comic anthology is excellent but most of the writing accompanying any of the short stories is just kinda mild. There was one short story that really stuck out to me though because it portrayed sex work in a way that wasn't incredibly demonizing but that was my biggest takeaway from reading the first issue.

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Side Trips - 1967 debut studio album by American band Kaleidoscope. I liked maybe a maximum of 2 songs off this album and struggled to hit the skip button when listening to the rest. The genres used on this album are all over the place and made it feel like whiplash to listen to each track. My favorite track on this album would be Keep Your Mind Open

At Home - 1969 second studio album by Dutch rock band Shocking Blue. I liked a few songs from this album, which was about it. I enjoyed any track that particularly featured the use of a sitar as an instrument but besides that, I can tell this is another one of those one-hit-wonder type bands. My favorite track on this album would be Love Buzz

The Addiction Of Wanting To Touch You - another doujin featuring Kyon and Koizumi from Haruhi Suzumiya. genuinely very mild but the English translation is at least legible. This artist chose not to use screentones or any sort of shading that fleshes out the characters so I am puzzled looking at each panel trying to understand what's being depicted. Something that is a constant theme in these doujins with Kyon and Koizumi is whenever they start to make out they instantly say "did Haruhi wish for this" implying that Haruhi Suzumiya is a fujoshi and she wishes to see two men kiss each other.

Genus Male Issue 2 - the illustrations are nice as always but a lot of the stories in these comic anthologies are just weird wacky hijinks that end with gay furry sex so nothing really stuck out to me in this issue besides the art.

Hetalia Axis Powers - wow this has aged horrifically. From racist stereotypes to far right Japanese nationalism to fujoshi bait to historic revisionism to weird jokes about incest. Its revisionism is so all over the place the most I obtained from a history lesson is cringe. The jokes in this anime are about as racist as a G4 host getting ready to review a MegaTen game. There is not much left for me to discuss about this series when going back to it and watching it in its entirety.

On Air - this is a doujin featuring Char Aznable and Garma Zabi from Mobile Suit Gundam. The art in this was so cute it almost made me EXPLODE!! The dialogue and interactions between each character are very sweet and everything I want to see depicted with a pairing that's special to me which is very rare when reading a lot of these kinds of fan works. I am hoping to find this doujin available for purchase online since I really like it enough to add it to my collection.

Hetalia World Series - no different than the first series (very bad) but way more boring. There is a large focus on Eastern European countries but all of them have identical designs with atrociously revised history that doesn't accurately represent any of their personalities. I often found myself really bored watching this series when the attention wasn't on such countries as Japan, Switzerland, and Lichtenstein. I did really enjoy the Nekotalia segments and I wish there were more of them.

Evil Empire - 1996 second studio album by American rock band Rage Against the Machine. Very excellent hardcore album from start to finish there is not a single track I don't like and the sociopolitical commentary is still extremely relevant nearly 2 decades later.

Hetalia The Beautiful World - the new art style of this series is hideous and the fujoshi bait is at full throttle. This series in Hetalia is surprisingly less racist than the first two and the historical revisionism is toned down a bit because there's barely any history at all. This series was evidently different than the first two and no longer featured any sort of segments and cutaways which surprisingly made the pacing go even faster but was still a mundane watch-through. The overall drastic change made it feel less like a funny web series and more like 5-minute shorts made for TV despite still being classified as an ONA. I think this is where Hetalia really began to die out as both a series and a fandom.

Meeting Place - this is the prequel to Before Dawn, a doujin featuring Kyon and Itsuki Koizumi from the series Haruhi Suzumiya. The narrative about online gay relationships hits very hard just like the sequel and is probably the best fan work I've seen written with this paring that doesn't reek of homosexual fetishization. I've grown rather fond of this artist's style as I read more translations of their works and I'm hoping to purchase some of them to add to my collection.

Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam - overall excellent saga within the Universal Century Timeline. I don't think I have ever engaged with any media that has had such an honest nonoffensive sincere depiction of autism which made this series more personally impactful to me than the first. I enjoyed the focus on character drama in this Gundam series and I surprisingly felt very emotional about the romance Kamille shares with Four which is very rare for me to experience when a series establishes love interests. I think what makes Kamille and Four so likable as lovers for me is how sincere and direct their feelings are for each other which overlaps with the depiction of Kamille's autism. This series was very intriguing to me, especially with the introduction of cyber newtypes and that any prominent character classified as a cyber newtype was very autistic coded. There were also a lot of new excellent mobile suit designs in this series and I never really expected to take to the gunpla aspect of this franchise because man do I need to add more of those little colorful plastic fellas on my wishlist.

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Market Research Analysis

Asia Pacific is estimated to be the fastest growing market for permanent magnet motor.

Region wise, Asia Pacific held the largest market share of the global permanent magnet motor market in 2017. It is estimated that Asia-Pacific region would also be the fastest growing market during the forecast period, mainly due to increasing investment in industrial and manufacturing sectors, namely, oil & gas, automotive, consumer electronics, packaging, robotics, chemicals, and paper & pulp, among others. Countries such as China and Japan have implemented energy efficiency mandates to save electricity consumption which would further drive the market for permanent magnet motors.

Scope of the Report

This report provides an in-depth analysis of the global permanent magnet motor market, tracking three market segments across five geographic regions. The report studies key players, providing a five-year annual trend analysis that highlights market size, and share for North America, Asia-Pacific (APAC), Europe, Middle East & Africa, and South America. The report also provides a forecast, focusing on the market opportunities for the next five years for each region. The scope of the study segments the permanent magnet motor market by its type, power rating, end-user, and by region.

By Type

Permanent magnet AC

Permanent magnet DC

Brushless DC

By Power Rating

Up to 25 kW

25-100 kW

100-300 kW

300 kW & above

By End-User

Industrial

Commercial & Residential

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By Regions

North America

Asia-Pacific

Europe

Middle East & Africa

South America

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strawberries and cigarettes (m)

Jungkook x reader

“For a biology project, you and your class are going on a field trip to collect evidence for your hypothesis. It is all going well until the dark haired nuisance called Jeon Jungkook decides to piss you off.”

Also - a nerd. The resident bad boy. The police. Annoying friends. A loose psycho killer. What could go wrong?

This is my first time ever uploading any fics !! im super nervous haha - i'll probably post a little of each one and see how it goes !!

Jungkook x reader.

This is your classic enemies to lovers but with a slight little twist!

This is set in the 80s/90s and is your typical bad boy/nerd girl trope- but , there is a killer on the loose. I mean this is kind of based on jack the ripper (serial killer) and my teenage fantasies of falling for bad boy jungkook. I hope you’ll give it a go and tell me what you think !!! <3

Tw : cursing, killings, descriptions of death and psychopaths, masturbation , making out, smut.

WC : 11K

also a big massive thank you to @ggukkiereads for helping me gain the confidence to write and dedicate time to finishing this ! ik its been a while since we spoke but much love to u angel <3 may u always have the best !

Begrudgingly the students lag off the bus at 10pm, finally having reached their destination.

Tired and sore from their journey the teachers find no trouble in distributing bedrooms for everyone.

When your name is called out along with Tiffany you internally groan - great you think one of the most plastic girls in the school all to myself.

You grimace but make no argument as you could have gotten worse you suppose.

As you grab your belongings and ignore her protests that she doesn't want to room with a loser like you, a dark clad figure pushes past you, almost tripping you over.

Angrily you shout

"Watch where you're going you prick"!

Yet he doesn't so much look in your direction.

Under the dim moonlight you can faintly make out the low blunt of a cigarette in a tattoo clad hand - so it was the infamous Jungkook.

Honestly you didn't understand why all the girls fawned over him when he was just a rude and ignorant asshole. Sure, he had a pretty face but no good soul to match.

Calming yourself, as it was unlikely that you'd ever receive an apology from the school rebel you just head to your new room.

The school had organised a biology trip so that you could gather authentic evidence on the correlation of birds and wood growth in a certain designated area and honestly you were excited- not having enough expenses to get out of town when you were younger meant that this was a treat for you and paired with you being a biology major your inner geek was surfacing pretty quickly.

You move into your room and begin unpacking your things ignoring the chatter coming from your new roommates.

You set everything nicely, precisely -just to your liking. Maybe some would call you fussy, but you like to think of yourself as organised and classy.

You don’t have many thoughts that night as you lay down for bed, but you do hear the news playing in the background.

" a killing has not been sighted for a time breaking the pattern of the 1-week intervals in which they have been happening, but police still advise to remain on high alert at all times. "

You shudder as you think about it, a killer on the loose in the country and everyone powerless to stop him.

He fed of the insecurities of people, the fear of not being safe. He did a damn well good job at it as well.

You look outside and see the police on night duty setting up, the country while terrified also was reluctant to admit the threat and instead of protecting you properly they had merely sent police force units as glorified bodyguards to ' keep you safe '.

You sigh, as you climb under your covers those problems seem like a long way away from you as you drift off with an empty mind.

It was morning, the sun was shining brightly through the windows giving an orange glow to the room.

You were up before your roommates, had brushed your teeth and were already preparing for your project.

You had to do well, you were depending on a scholarship for university, your family could simply not afford it otherwise.

When your first signs of morning hunger begin to strike you venture outside your room in order to satiate yourself. You find that it’s still quiet only a few students up like yourself, you find a coffee machine and immediately begin to make one for yourself.

“While you're at it could you make one for me too".

a deep voice drawls out.

You almost jump out of your skin at the sound his voice breaking the silence you had been enjoying. Jeon Jungkook.

You scowl at him, choosing to ignore him carrying on making your own cup.

He whistles under his breath.

“wow, edgy or a bitch? I can’t decide".

He taunts you.

You roll your eyes at him and sigh in annoyance, his eyebrows raise at this.

“you’re clearly not a morning person".

He speaks.

You mutter under your breath.

" or maybe I’m just not a YOU person, not everyone lives to be nice to you. "

He lifts his hands up in a mock surrender.

“Okay, okay I get it it's a bad time for you jeez.... I suppose I'll have to make my own coffee".

He moves closer to you, totally invading your personal space, clearly, he had never heard of a personal bubble! You scowl and try to move away but he’s faster and is hovering over you before you know it. He looks down at you with those pretty dark eyes.

They’re so gorgeous.

Not that it matters to you because he is still an asshole, and he still ruined your morning.

“get out of my face Jeon Jungkook".

You say between clenched teeth.

You’re not some sort of pushover.

Yes, you're clever, as society classes a nerd but you're not one to let people walk all over you.

If he’s shocked, he doesn’t let on, just hums and lets you walk away, which you do, a little aggressively. You got back to your room and let out a sound of annoyance, the girls are still sleeping.

You sigh.

This was going to be a long trip.

After an uneventful morning, the wait was over and finally the teachers had called you to gather in the common area. Much to your dismay however there would be no actual data collecting until the police had secured the area, which meant that your whole day was pretty much wasted. The other students were chatting and gossiping and being idiots as per usual.

It’s not that you thought you were better than them, it's just that they were so mundane, so lifeless. They were just living on with no sense of direction. You suppose that's what you get for attending a school for rich kids though.

You could never fit in.

So, you never tried. People took pity on you every now and then offered you a smile. You smiled back but that was it. Your thoughts are running and to clear your head you decide to go outside for a little breather.

There isn’t much, just a few abandoned train tracks that seemingly lead into nowhere, a few broken fences and lots of grass. Not much time after this you head to bed.

Finally, the day had arrived, you could collect your samples.

You are so glad that it’s an individual project because you honestly cannot even imagine working with one of those air heads.

You shudder at the memory of having to work with Taehyung last semester for a chemistry practical.

You had to basically pull all the weight for your grade.

So, you get on working your way through your work and proving or disproving your hypothesis.

You’re pleased at the work that you completed. Not entirely satisfied but satisfied enough, for now.

You let out a stiff yawn, you need to stretch and need a little fresh air since you had spent the last few hours writing up your data and making graphs to compliment them.

You forgo your jacket since the weather isn’t so bad.

It’s nice.

When you go outside there are quite a few students already there, goofing around. There is also a pretty scenery, that in all honesty you had not appreciated until right now.

“Wow" you mutter under your breath.

Maybe I should try living outside my own head sometimes.

You spot some students surrounding a police officer and the curiosity gets the better of you and your soon wandering around the outskirts of their conversation.

Alas, it was merely a fruitless conversation. The police officer telling the other about his escapades and how they will be good in hands.

You lose yourself to your own thoughts again and look at the scenery. Until a little scuffle, breaks you out of your thoughts.

“What was that? There was a movement down there!! “

A boy called Josh calls out.

The police officer had also noticed it, then a sound of a gunshot sounds through the air.

The police officers curse and begin to get ready to scout the area. They want you all to go away, be safe inside but you’re all young adults- you want to see what’s going on.

Everyone gathers, watching the officers.

You scan the area; you spot the balcony that looks over the area just in front of the cabins.

Perfect you think that’s the perfect spot to see what’s going on.

So, you begin to climb up the steps to that room, when you get there, you can see everything.

You see a dead dog, a dead bird and the gun which had killed them laid out to where the officers were heading.

Fear grips your heart; your heartbeat is erratic. You think you see the shape of figure retreating into the distance but before you can look again, you feel the ground give way under you.

You let out a shriek, feeling yourself falling.

Is this truly how my life end you wonder I didn’t even get to complete my PhD?

Yet, instead of the hard fall that your body had been anticipating; your landing is softer and lets out a low grunt.

You're sure you're dead and have entered heaven.

Slowly you register a warm feeling under your legs and a secure one at your waist.

oh, this feels nice.

you think, eyes still closed until you hear some chaos in the distance.

what's happening?

Why is heaven so noisy? Are they partying because I’ve arrived? Was I actually an angel all this time am I coming home?

Ah you think this must be the angels- I knew all those days spent doing charity would help me.

You open your eyes and you’re met with bambi eyes staring back at you.

Slowly you begin to piece the rest of your angel together.

“Jeon Jungkook? “

You try and raise your voice to compliment your surprise, but it comes out in a more whisper.

“But this, Jungkook, you were an angel all this time? “you say.

His eyebrows knot together in confusion.

“What are you talking about strawberry?”

You gasp.

"Do we all get code names in heaven? You’re a pretty angel Jungkook. “

Then your eyes zero in on the scar on his cheek.

“Aren’t Angel’s supposed to be blemish free? Is that? Are you fallen? Wait.... for me? Are you my angel Jungkook? “

His eyes, which had previously shown confusion are now coloured with amusement.

“You talk a lot don’t you my little strawberry”.

You vaguely hear the sounds behind you before you begin to feel drowsy and fall limp the arms of your unexpected angel.

Jungkook was, of course no angel, your delirious ass was just doing and saying delirious things. You were going to be mortified when you woke up.

When you come to your room in a dark room, tucked into a warm bed. Your headaches aches as if someone is using a sledgehammer to hit it every second.

‘Agh’ you let out a pained groan.

What even happened? you wonder in your head.

You move quickly, getting out of bed ignoring your protesting limbs.  You almost reach the doors until a pair of arms trap you.

‘woah woah where do you think you're going?’

You let out a scream, completely startled. A hand comes to cover your mouth.

‘man, you really do have a set of lungs, don’t you? ‘

You stop struggling in his embrace to match his voice to a face. Its familiar.

‘Jeon Jungkook?’ you let a little unsure and panic still evident in your voice.

‘your one and only’

You frown.

‘mine?’

He smirks at you,

‘that's right yours strawberry’.

You shake your head.

‘are you smoking something? Are you high right now?’

He pouts a little then, it changes his look completely. He looks a little cute.

‘you don't remember? ‘ he cocks his head to the side and points to himself. ‘I'm your angel’.

You scoff.

‘Please in what world are YOU an angel? You're far from it’.

Then it all comes back to you.

Jungkook watches as the realisation begins to show on your face.

‘Oh my god I had a concussion, you cannot be serious right now ‘

He chuckles.

'The words still came out of your mouth' Jungkook counters, he leans closer to you, his face way to close for your liking.

You feel your face grow warm from his proximity, but you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

You scoff and push him away.

‘You're insane’.

He accepts the distance you've placed between the two of you and he chooses to smirk at you from where he is standing.

‘And you're crazy for me’.

You let out an incredulous laugh, not believing him.

‘Oh, my lord, please shut up for the sake of my sanity’.

He chuckles at your flustered state and you scramble your brain to find a change of subject.

‘okay whatever now just excuse me because I need to go back to my room’.

You move to begin walking to the door, but his voice halts your movements.

‘This is your room now’.

You whip around to face him.

‘What?! Ha as if Jeon, why would they room us together- were supposed to separate for the opposite genders- which I totally get when you're involved’ you say disbelief painting your voice. You whisper the last part though.

He puts his hands into his pockets and shrugs.

‘Protection?’

You set him a hard stare.

‘Save your lame ass men superiority talks for someone else i am having a severe case of I'm not interested’.

Why the hell would you need Jungkook for protection, it reeks of patriarchy and you hate it.

He shrugs.

‘Listen princess I don't know why either really to be honest but I'm not complaining-’

You don't bother entertaining him for much longer.

This can't be true. You cannot be paired into a room with him. He cannot be your new roommate - heck now tiffany doesn't seem so bad. Flirting asshole, you mutter under your breath as you begin searching for your teacher.

You only learn a bitter truth, due to the collapsing of the room you had to be relocated into another room and the only person without a roommate was Jungkook. They ‘trusted’ you enough that you would be able to handle it and not to do anything you were not supposed to.

‘We trust you, y/n’ was what she had told you.

You spend your time cursing out both her and Jungkook as you gather your belongings to move into your new room.

You're so caught up in your own thoughts that you don't notice a foot that comes out to trip you.

You look up and see the faces of three stupid bitches.

Tiffany Jessica and Irene.

They seemed to consider themselves above everybody else, though you've no idea why. Aside from flawless looks they seemed to live pretty empty life in your eyes. They were living definitions of empty shells walking around.

You get up quietly from the ground, you'll gain nothing from engaging with them, maybe you'd lose a few brainless. You just want to go back and rest - your head is killing you.

But to your disappointment they begin to talk.

‘Well, well well, if it isn't the school's new slut moving into MY boyfriend's room’.

You have to let a little laugh at this. This one is seriously deluded. Jungkook didn't do relationships you knew that. Everybody knew that. They had hooked up about 3 months ago and even though he does his best to ignore her she still insists that he is her boyfriend. It's just pathetic and a bit sad you suppose. Her obvious attraction to him which he just does not reciprocate.

She becomes enraged at your actions.

‘listen here you little bitch you better not even think of starting anything with my man-’ she spits out at you.

You snap back then, unable to hold your tongue.

‘I am not a slut, and I will not go after your man- which fyi  he is not. He is a human and he doesn’t belong to you he never has’

She grows red at your words.

‘you little piece of shit-’

She raises her hand but just then a voice interrupts her and she halts her actions.

‘well if it isn't my new roomie, l’ll take that from you strawberry’ Jungkook says, too cheery for your liking, your still contemplating hitting Jessica.

Jessica begins speaking up, but he ignores her turning to you.

Your mouth almost drops open at his dismissal of Jessica but then again, she is annoying, and he cannot be immune to that.

‘Jungkoooook’ she whines when he doesn’t respond to her the first time.

He still doesn’t entertain her.

He moves to take your things from you, but she speaks again, latching onto his arm.

‘just leave her -cshe's just an annoying stuck-up bitch’.

He responds to this under his breath laughing.

‘reminds me of someone ’

She doesn't understand his comment.

‘huh?’ she says almost comically.

‘who baby?’ she pouts at him ‘my poor baby having to deal with such people, just leave with me and we can-’

‘no’ he sets her with a hard stare.

It's like she has forgotten that you're there, so you decide to use this to your advantage, letting Jungkook deal with them. You move to get your suitcase, but a hand stops yours. Its Jungkook.

‘I don’t think so strawberry - I'll be getting those for you’.

You turn to look at him scowl adorning your features.

‘I don’t need your help Jeon’.

He smirks at you.

‘no no - I insist’.

He dismisses Jessica with a wave of his hand and begins to walk away your suitcase in his hand, which prompts you to follow along.

‘What. Was. That. Jungkook?!’ you say when the door closes, you’re fuming because he had made it seem as though you were dating or doing things together which meant that they would keep bothering you, which is just something that you don’t want.

He turns around to face you.

‘oh, don’t get your panties in such a twist, I just needed to get the fuck away from her’.

He sounds angry and this is the Jungkook that you are more accustomed to. Not the flirty one you have been seeing. Hopefully he had given up on whatever he was trying to achieve with that. He was a rude asshole who was just to used to seeing things come out in his favour.

‘excuse me, you just fuelled her whack ass thoughts and next time don’t use me as your escape route’ you say matching his hostile tone.

‘oh, don’t be such a priss, it saved you as much as it saved me’.

An exasperated noise escapes your throat.

‘well maybe you should have kept it in your pants lover boy’.

He sets you with a hard stare.

‘oh, shut up - you don’t know me’ he grits out.

You cock your head to the side much like he had done to you earlier in the day.

‘hmmm I think I know you pretty well Jungkook, you're not as unreadable as you like to think, Jeon Jungkook the infamous bad boy who uses girls to fuel his ego and is used by girls to fuel their own ego and status quo among their own stupid--’

You do not get to finish you sentence however because you're harshly being pinned to the door. His grip on you is hard and it stings but you meet his gaze.

‘shut the fuck up y/n’ the tone of his voice is almost carnal, animal like.

You seriously had hit a nerve.

‘I go beyond your perceptions of me- you little miss goody two shoes’.

You spit back in his face.

‘I've yet to see you act more like a crazed rabbit Jungkook and to be honest I don’t plan on finding out the depths of your character either. I don’t fucking care about you’.

You push him aside and move to unpack your suitcase.

He mutters something under his breath that you can't hear, and he walks out slamming the door behind him.

‘well, that was fun’ you say and begin to take out your notes and books that you will need through the day.

When you wake up the next you feel like you’ve been hit by a ton of bricks. The painkillers had given you the illusion that you were okay. You look a mess, you're tired, you cannot believe that this happened.  You had been looking forward to this for so long, they had told you that another student would be collecting your data. Your new roommate. Jeon Jungkook. He was going to be collecting your data.

This is preposterous! He would probably sabotage you on purpose! This cannot happen, but they wouldn’t budge from their choice. You huff as you look out of the window, where you could be collecting your data along with the other students. Darn you and your curiosity.

They always did say didn’t they- that curiosity killed the cat.

Your walking around the room, pacing- that’s how bored you are. You had reorganised your things 3 times and colour coded all you notes, redrew your graphs, you had done everything that you thought would keep you busy but here you are sitting with nothing to do.  You look around the room see Jungkook's things laying on the ground.

You sigh into the empty room again and just lay down waiting for them to come back. You end up falling asleep.

You're stirred from your sleep, quite rudely by a book being thrown at the foot of your bed. You sit up, still groggy and look at Jungkook.

‘what the hell man’

He stares at you blankly.

‘There's your work priss’

You're not bothered by his hostile tone instead open the book and seeing what he had done, or you suppose looking at it what he had not done. The more you look at the work the more the frown on your face deepens.

‘what the hell is this Jungkook?’

He looks up at you annoyed.

‘the work? Thought you were meant to be a genius?’

You scowl at him.

‘this Jungkook? Is unacceptable a nursery kid could do way better than this !’

He rolls his eyes at you.

‘and? That’s what you're going to get priss so deal with it’.

You make an exasperated sigh.

‘you've used the wrong measurement and everything Jungkook’.

‘look - I don’t care. I didn’t want to do this for you anyway’.

‘like I wanted YOU to do it for me’.

You sigh,

You keep bumping into him everywhere, you know he is your roommate but he is always there at the cafeteria taking the last donut which you had been craving pushing in line, making unnecessary comments and he makes the room so messy!

It’s the same thing for the next few outings, Jungkook comes with the same half assed versions of the data you need.

You try, you really you try so hard to use the data sets he provided but its no use. They're absolutely useless, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Your going to sneak out early in the morning, you have to sneak past the guards which as you’ve gathered won't be as hard as one may think because they are not good or much invested in their job anyway.

You prepare yourself and head to set out in the morning. You quietly get up so as not to disturb or wake Jungkook. If he sees you, you know that there will be trouble.

You throw on a hoodie and grab a notebook, a pen and your watch. You have to be back before anyone can notice that you're gone.  You steel yourself one last time, giving yourself a pep talk and sneak out. You hold your breath as you walk past the room of your supervisor and out the back door of the cabins.

This isn't so bad you think. Once you're out of sight of the guards and you think your safe, you let out a sigh of relief and do a little shimmy out of your happiness. You are so pleased and proud of yourself. What you didn’t know that behind you, watching your every move was a boy covered in tattoos with a cigarette in his hand watching you with an amused face.

Jungkook was, not as you thought asleep when you had snuck out. He was also outside, leaning on the side of the building a cigarette in his hand, he couldn’t sleep that night, it happened to him on most nights so he routinely wakes up to have a smoke. On this particular day there is not the usual eerie morning silence that he is used to, but a few grunts and hisses to accompany it. He furrows his brows.

Is that? He thinks y/n!?!?!?!?!?

No way he thinks what the hell is she up to?

Then he catches sight of your notebook and pen.

'Oh, what a nerd' he mutters under his breath. Then he smirks.

He can totally use this to his advantage.

He stubs his cigarette, pulls his hoodie over his head and follows you.

Your heart is still racing you honestly cannot believe that you. l/n f/n are doing this.

‘What a badass’ you say into the silence.

‘Badass? Sneaking out to do bloody work is your idea of badass?’ a voice speaks up behind you.

You shriek startled and are met with Jungkook.

Why is it always him?

‘what in the bloody tarnation's.... are you trying to kill me Jungkook?!’ you say putting your hand on your heart.

He grins pleased at the reaction he had elicited from you.

He cocks his head to the side.

‘what the hell are you doing here ?!’ you hiss at him.

‘could ask you the same thing strawberry’ he replies.

You look at him.

You were so sure that you had been quiet, how could he be here to ruin everything.

‘you do realise that I actually have name, and it's not strawberry’ you say to him.

He shrugs.

‘Yeah but you always smell like them’.

You scoff;

‘and you always reek of cigarettes.’

He frowns but then asks you again.

‘what are you doing here?’

You think of excuses,

‘I'm - I'm on a walk’ you say.

He lifts his eyebrow up.

‘a walk?’

You nod.

‘that's right for my daily exercise its been a pain to be stuck indoors’.

He snorts.

‘you're on a walk with your graph paper pad and pencil case?’

You curse inside your head.

‘yeah I am a nerd after all’ you say, hoping and praying that he’ll just let you go on your way.

He doesn’t

‘I don’t know, you look awfully suspicious to me, do tell why you're heading to the sight of our data collection points when the trail track is in the opposite direction?’ he says.

You rack your brains for an answer.

‘well, I like an adventure’ you say, standing straight.

‘oh, is that so?’ he says laughter infiltrating his tone.

‘yes’, you say meeting his eyes.

‘hmm’ he says ‘I don’t believe you’ he says.

‘do you wanna know what I think?’ he continues.

He takes one step closer to you.

‘I think that our resident miss goody two shoes is sneaking off when told specifically that she can't’ his gaze burns into yours

You feel yourself going red out of embarrassment.

‘I literally have no idea what you're talking about Jungkook' you say breathless.

He leans closer and you can feel his body heat, he continues to bore his eyes into your own and you almost fall into his gaze until you feel your book being snatched out of your hand.

‘HEY!’ you say reaching for it.

But he holds it higher than himself, opens it to the last written on page.

‘new data collection points’ he reads out ‘and oh would you look at that ! It has todays dates written on it’ he says looking down at you with a squint in his eyes.

You huff.

‘well obviously I had to do this because how on earth could I let your lame ass results and data reading be used for my final piece – I'm not looking to fail’ you say venom laced in every word.

He scowls at you.

‘there was nothing wrong with my results princess’ he grits out.

‘oh, please save it’ you snap back ‘you didn’t even use the same measurements – your hopeless’.

‘well, if I'm so fucking useless you should do my work for me’ he says.

You set him a level stare.

‘what?’

‘you heard me’ he says with a roll of his eyes.

‘and why in the hell would I do that? I don’t care if you fail Jungkook, heck I don’t care if you get kicked out’ you tell him.

He shakes his head.

‘well, I mean I could go back right now and tell Miss Taylor-’ he begins.

You narrow your eyes at him.

‘You wouldn’t dare’.

He holds a staring contest with you.

‘oh, wouldn’t I?’ he says.

You both hold each other's gazes before you give in.

You cannot believe the audacity of this asshole.

‘fine whatever asshole’ you say folding your arms and turning around.

He grins in victory and places your notebook back into your hands.

‘chop chop partner get to it’ he says.

You glare at him.

‘partners pull equal weight Jungkook ‘

He rolls his eyes.

‘I don’t really care – you just need to get a move on’.

You turn around no longer wanting to deal with his annoying ass.

You make it forward a few steps before you stop and turn around.

‘why are you following me?’  you ask him.

He rolls his eyes at your apparent dumbness.

‘well smartass, there is a killer on the loose if you didn’t know’.

You freeze up for a second,

Shit

You had almost forgotten. You don’t let him see that you're scared.

‘and? ‘ you say feigning composure.

‘what the hell are you going to do if he pops out of the woods anyway?’

He shrugs.

‘I dunno actually a lot more than you could do anyway’

You stare at him.

‘I could be a black belt in karate for all you know’.

He laughs.

‘okay princess whatever - I just need to make sure that you're not going to fuck this up’.

So, you turn going to the place you need to, to collect your data pieces.

With having to do Jungkook's work as well, it takes a lot longer to complete than you would have liked.

He is surprisingly bearable in the mornings that you both sneak off though. He doesn’t say much. Just watches you – pretends he isn't though.

You catch him once. Its been about 2 weeks since you started this godawful task, and Jungkook's notes and work were in dire need of help so its taking you time. This time however you meet his gaze before he is able to pull away.

You cock your head to the side.

‘what are you staring at?’ you say placing your hands on your hips.

He says something inaudible under his breath.

‘what was that?’

He snaps at you.

‘do you think you have tie to stand around making idle talk with me? The work ain’t going to do itself princess.’

You huff in annoyance.

How dare he! This was just plain wrong anyway I should not even be doing this, but you knew it was the only way. You couldn't risk getting caught and with Jungkook you wouldn't be surprised if he really did rat you out you to all the teachers. And if he did well, you wouldn’t be receiving a very good reference.

It was during an early morning that you hear Jungkook walk off into the distance. Probably to smoke, such a bad habit you tsk.

But you're also done for the day – so you begin to head back on your own.

You feel the grass brush against your feet as you walk back. You’re humming along to that song that was always on the radio, when you hear it. A little whimper - then a cry. You know that you shouldn’t go to look, you know that you're paying for your curiosity already and you don’t need another thing to happen, but you just cannot help yourself!

You follow the sound, going on a detour from the track.

You do consider yourself somewhat of a badass but a serial killer? Yeah, they kinda scare the shit out of you. You hold your breath and walk as quietly and slowly as you can. You hear the whimper again to your left but its deeper into the woods.

As you walk closer you see a pool of blood - your eyes widen, and your heartbeat becomes erratic.

‘what the fuck?’ you whisper into the silence.

You walk closer to the body of the animal and you can feel your knees grow a little weak you can see a white paper which has been tainted red with the blood of the animal that was killed.

You gasp, taking it up in your hands. Your hands also become stained with the redness.

It's in Morse code.

-.-- --- ..- / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. - / -... . / .-- .- -. -.. . .-. .. -. --. / --- ..- - / .- .-.. --- -. .

(YOU SHOULDN'T BE WANDERING OUT ALONE)

You look at it for a while and rack your brains to be able to translate it but no such look. Your mind is busy running at 100miles per hour. As you try and clear your head and look at the note one more time, but a noise in the distance pulls you way from any semblance of concentration that you could have obtained.

You frantically look around trying to locate where the sound had come from. Your senses are all on a high right now. You shove the piece of paper into your pocket and begin to go back the way that you came. After the first few steps you begin running your head running wild with the idea of being found dead in ditch. Your nearly at the main path which you had strayed from. You make it onto the path, and you bend over catching your breath when two arms encircle you from behind.

You let out a scream.

A hand is placed over your mouth.

‘shut the fuck up y/n’.

You recognise THAT voice. Its Jeon Jungkook. Why is this motherfucker always trying to scare you? Your turn around and hit him on the chest,

‘what the actual hell Jeon, you gave me a bloody heat attack and a half’.

He doesn’t respond. He is looking at you, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes have a glint of anger. He is furious.

‘where the fuck did you go y/n?’ he says, he holds your wrist stopping you from hitting him again.

He holds it in the air holding your gaze.

‘I was.... walking back’ you didn't want him to know what you had found. He would probably tell you it was a bad idea to even translate it. Which it was, but what is life if not for taking risks?

You yank your hand from his grasp.

He looks at you an unreadable expression on his face.

“you’re a fucking liar “he says.

You scoff.

“oh please, what’s it to you anyway jungkook, you left me first “

He doesn’t say anything, but observes you, trying to look for signs of what you’re hiding.

He had found one too, a dead animal and a note written in Morse.

But he could read it and he knew he was in trouble

“Be careful, or your little girlfriend may be snatched from right under your arms “

He swore under his breath as he read it and immediately began to make his way back to you.

“strawberry?” he calls out but you’re not there.

You’re not there and he hates the feeling of dread that sits in his stomach.

He runs back the way you came, but he still finds no trace of you

“fucking hell where did she go?”

He almost gives up and is going to tell the police when you appear before him, out of breath and you look terrified.

He knows you’re lying, if you were where, you said you were, he would have seen you.

He narrows his eyes at you again.

“I left for two seconds and you ran off. Where the fuck did you go? “

He asks, he wants you tell him, needs you to, he’s overcome with this sense to protect you but you don’t trust him. He needs to change that.

He lets you believe that you have him fooled, that he believes your story and he begins to walk back to the cabins right before the call for breakfast is sounded. You follow after him breathing in a sigh of relief that he had believed you.

That night you find it difficult to sleep. You need to find out the meaning of the Morse code, but you don't have access to a book that will help you translate, meaning that you will have to ask around without looking too suspicious.

You decide that a police officer would do nicely, if you seem overly invested in their job, they would just give you the information.

You spot the officer who looks younger than most, you remember his name.

Park Jimin.

You approach him cautiously.

“Officer park?”

He turns around to face you, smiling softly.

Oh, he’s cute you think.

“yes miss?”

You smile at him warmly.

“nothing serious it’s just that I was wondering if you would like some company, it must be a little boring for you out here on your own “

You say to him and you’re glad you asked him because either way his face breaks out into a smile that has your heart fluttering.

“how very kind of you miss! And yes, a little company wouldn't hurt “, he grins at you.

As you strike up conversation, with the officer you fail to notice a figure dressed in black listening in on your conversation. Jungkook listens in as you try and get information out of officer. He knew it. You had also come across the same note, as he had. He wonders what yours said.

He leaves after a bit, leaving both of you oblivious to the fact that he was even there in the first place.

When you get back to your room, you see Jungkook sitting at the foot of his bed frown on his face.

You ignore him and write down the information you'd just got given by Officer Park. You felt a little bad manipulating him when he was so nice but you just had to know what it meant.

Jungkook speaks up.

“that was a nice conversation you were having with Officer Park “

He says,

You whip you’re head up to look at him and closing your notebook harshly.

“What? Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”

He rolls his eyes

“Why would I be listening to the conservation of the school nerd with a cop? No, I just happened to hear in passing “

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“That’s mighty rude of y-" you begin to retort before he cuts you off

“what’s a biology nerd like you need with Morse code?” He asks.

Your mind malfunctions for a moment until you bring yourself back together.

“A little extra knowledge hurts no one you know?” you say appearing nonchalant.

He narrows his eyes

“I know it”

You look at him

“you do?”

He nods,

“why need something translating?” he tries.

You think about it, but ultimately decided against showing him the note you found.

You have no clue what it says. You don’t want him understanding before you do.

You shake your head,

“No, I don’t “

You say, deciding enough is enough and you need to sleep now to be up in the morning.

The next morning you sleep in, meaning that you couldn’t do the work that was set out for you. You stretch and moan as you get out of bed when you sit up and open your eyes fully your locks onto the Bambi ones from across the room. You let out a shriek!

‘What the hell why were you watching me you creeper!’ you say pointing a finger at Jungkook.

He rolls his eyes at you.

‘oh, please don’t flatter yourself’.

‘why didn’t you wake me up? Its so late !’ you question him.

He looks at you and says words that you don’t think that you would hear.

‘I think that we should lay off for a bit strawberry’

You look at him in shock

‘but why!?’

He doesn’t really give you much of an answer in his usual Jungkook manner.

You sigh.

Over the next few weeks, you rarely bump into Jungkook, you see him sometimes in the cafeteria and you can always feel him just watching you it makes you grow warm when you notice his staring.

Jungkook is also going crazy. You drive him crazy.

You guess that you'll have to work at the same pace as everyone, truthfully you had actually caught up with your work that was missed a while ago, you were just doing extra readings to stay ahead. One step ahead of everyone. But you guess that that is going to be changed now.

It had been a while since you had been on your morning trips with jungkook and though you hate to admit it, you kind of missed it.

He wasn't as bad company as you thought he would be, he was oddly quiet which meant that without him talking as much, you really got to admire his beauty. And good lord was he handsome, you understand why people are attracted to him, when his mouth is closed, he’s fine. Basically, you became a little horny when you saw him, it had been ages since you had had sex even masturbated, since you now had room with him.

Jungkook has such strong sharp features which sometimes go all soft, if he pouts while he’s thinking or a bird catches his attention, his eyes will go big and doe like. It's cute. Everybody had two sides you suppose, yours was your horny side (lol what)

Okay maybe, more time to admire him was a bad thing, you did not need to have sexual fantasies with him, no, that was a big no no.

It's been a few weeks since Jungkook had asked you to lay low for a while and in that time, you had been asking around about the killer to the police. You tried your best not to seem suspicious about it though, if they caught on – well it wouldn’t exactly end well. So, you make slow progress, you did make progress though, however.

You could now understand the note and while it scared you, it also ignited something in you that you didn’t even know that you possessed inside of you. You wanted to outdo him, you want to find him, lead him into a trap or something like that anyway. You want to catch him.

Something in the back of your mind is telling you begging you to stop being so stupid, but you ignore and continue to daydream about catching this bastard.

But it can only cure your boredom for a while – you get bored and what better to do when you're bored than to read erotica novels?

You had packed this book with you – the secrets of the alluring painter in France. You had taken to reading at night time on some nights.

Like tonight.

You need a wind down, so you pull out your book, and it has such racy scenes that leave you clenching around nothing.

Your sexual imagination goes wild when you read the erotica in the book and the way they make it seem so fiery, you were no virgin - you knew what sex was like, but never has it been close to the way it is in the book.

You’ve allowed yourself to fall into this horrible habit, at night, when Jungkook is asleep to touch yourself, play with yourself, pretending it is you who is being touched by Kim Taehyung the painter with many secrets.

You feel yourself growing more frustrated with each passage you read, it becomes a little irritating and, you have to touch yourself or you'll go crazy, the man in the book was doing it so well, so hot.

Kim Taehyung, he was described as an utter beauty, soft black hair and soft eyes, a deep voice that just made the reader swoon, you close your eyes and reach your hands down to your shorts, they slip past the hem.

You wish you could moan, wish that you could be vocal, like you were in your bedroom when it was just you and your pillow, but there was one big problem and that was Jeon Jungkook.

Why did you have to room with him?

You lighten your breathing and listen for signs of him being awake, but he seems to be breathing really deep, he is asleep you assure yourself.

You turn the lamp off, at the side of your bed, setting the book on the bedside table.

You trail your hand down your stomach, much like Taehyung had done to the main character, he slowly lets his fingers flutter over the top of her shorts, and you do the same. You build the tension, like it's his beautiful hands working against you.

You pause and let your fingers slip past the hem of your panties, you trace over the fabric covering you - first over your mound, stroking sensually.

How had Taehyung done it?

Right yes, he had used his nails slightly and grazed over lightly, a slight pressure but nothing that hurt - it was just enough to make you squirm under your own touch.

You feel your own wetness, feel how obscene it is in the darkness of the night.

Jungkook is right there, and while it scares you, it also thrills you, you feel a new wave of arousal and adrenaline when you remember he is there.

Slowly and as quietly as possible you shuffle, moving to take your shorts off, it's a little loud but you think that you're okay, Jungkook is out like a log.  After a moment you continue to tease yourself.

Running your fingertips over your lips, pressing down on your hole and clenching, withholding the need to hiss.

You raise your hand further and your fingers land right at the centre of your pleasure.

Your clit. Oh, the beautiful bundle of nerves.

You cover your mouth with a hand to stifle the moan that you almost let out when you begin to rub small circles around the sensitive nub.

When you can’t get enough your panties are next to go, and when the cold air hits your wet centre you have to hold your breath, shaky.

You reach down and gather your slick slowly, spreading it all over your centre, making yourself drown in your own arousal, you use your middle and ring finger to slide up and down at a pace that leaves you edged and eager for more, you need to bring yourself to the very edge to get yourself the release that you’re after, you free hand travels up to your ever sensitive boobs, you play with them, brushing over the nipple, making them perk and then groping them while you rub at your clit.

A dirty thought crosses your mind, when you remember the boy who was asleep across from you.

What if, he was the one to touch, the one touching you, with those beautiful hands of his, those big hands.

You stifle another moan, as you think about him, hovering over you, giving it to you just right. You had heard that Jungkook could actually make a girl cum while having sex, that made you a little interested. It’s just he always opens his mouth and is an ass and ruins everything. But right now, in your imagination, only his looks and reputation matter, you twist and turn his character to be someone that you can gain pleasure from.

You can the pleasure increase and you begin to fasten your speed until you feel the signs of your orgasm and then you pull away. Edging yourself.

Your breathing is a little heavy and your work on controlling it, both your hands go to fondle your breasts and you unconsciously lift your hips, humping the air, you lean down again and enter three fingers easily into your own heat.

The squelching sound heard is deafening in the silent room, your cheeks burn red and you pull out slowly, so that was a no no, you would have to focus on your clit for you orgasm. Which was fine because you were so sensitive from playing with yourself, you know that it would only take a few more strokes to get there.

You press the fingers that were just inside of you, against your sensitive bud and you rub in slowly circles and then fastening your place and then slowing once more.

Jungkook comes into your mind again, ugh, now his lips, his pretty pink lips and the way he licks them, and the way they glisten under the sun. What if they were attached to your clit, if he was using his face to give you pleasure, like Taehyung had done to the main character of the novel, God it was so filthy.

Its driving you insane and you love it, the frustration will only make your release all the more powerful.

After a while you feel the fire blooming in your bottom of your stomach, and you quicken your pace to the point where you feel light and the waves of pleasure rack over your whole body.

You press your hand to your mouth again to conceal the gasps that are escaping you, you sigh and fall back onto your pillow feeling so much better and lighter.

Gosh did that feel good. You were aware that in your mind alarms were going off in your mind. You had thought of Jungkook while masturbating. It was a line you have no idea why you crossed. How would you look him in the eye now?

After a while, you pull up your panties and shorts and you promise yourself a shower in the morning.

What you didn't know was that the raven-haired boy of your fantasies was in fact awake and now painfully hard as he listened to your filthy little moans and gasps, he grabs his own member in his pants, strokes slowly. He spreads the pre-cum over his member before setting the fast pace that he liked, his breaths through his nose – to conceal the way his breathing has become strained. His hair becomes damp from sweat and it sticks to his forehead. He came much faster that he would care to admit the thought of you right there yet unreachable the fact that you were so NAUGHTY under all that good girl.

Turning him on, making him needy.

He breathes heavy, thinking of you under him as he squirts out cum into his pants, Jungkook too showers in the morning after you.

After this Jungkook stays up at night, listening to you, seeing if you would do it again, you do and, on those nights, Jungkook cums at the same time as you. He feels a little pathetic, he knows that he can fuck a lot of girls in the class right, but it wasn't you, God he wants it to be you writhing underneath him.

It’s the next morning and you're getting ready for your shower.

You're gathering your clothes and shampoo and creams into a little bundle and are about to open the door to the shower, when it is opened for you. The song that you were softly humming gets stuck in your throat when you register that the door was opened by Jungkook.

A very naked Jungkook.

Your face grows red, and your eyes wander over his gorgeous body, the tattoos that trail up his arm and a few on his waist, God they looked amazing.

Your ogling comes to a stop when he clears his throat. Oh, shit you think - I was staring. You quickly look up and your eyes meet Jungkook's.

He is smirking at you and as soon as you meet his gaze, he lets his own wander over body – taken in the skin that was exposed in your pyjama shorts and a t-shirt that had been small for you since you turned 13 years old.

He looks up and down your body brazenly before meeting your eyes. He licks his lips, and you zero in on it. God it was so annoying that he was this hot.

How could this be happening now? When you had spent a while avoiding him? And him you? Why did this happen after you were thinking of him last night? Oh god you grow red again and you think what if he had heard you? God, that would be embarrassing. You look at his lips again, avoiding his gaze again but maybe his eyes would have been a better option because as soon as you look at his lips, the same filthy thoughts come back to you - you shift uncomfortably trying to calm yourself. In that time, you don't notice but Jungkook has come closer to you.

You register his closeness when a water droplet from his hair falls onto your cheek. You move away slightly.

You don’t realise it but in your extended silence of checking each other out the both of you have moved closer to each other. There is no longer what people would call a healthy distance between the two of you anymore. He looks down at you and licks his lips again. His hair is wet and the way he runs his hand through it – he looks so good like this. Your dirty thoughts run wild again. Its only when another water droplet from his hair falls onto your cheek that you finally snap out of it. You move a step back.

“You look a little hot strawberry is anything the matter?” He asks you, a teasing lilt on his voice.

It’s way too early for this, you cannot be dealing with this right now, not when your mind has gone on a memory flashback to last night and he was right here in front you, so very naked.

Still, you feign your ever composed self.

“I’m just fine” you say through gritted teeth.

“I need to shower and your kind of standing in my way” you tell him.

He chuckles, a deep chuckle, gosh how are you this horny in the morning? Stop it y/n you think.

“I don't think you really mind though do you strawberry, you seem to have a very different secretive side” he says, cocking his head to the side.

You blush, shit had he heard you?

“I have no idea what you're talking about Jungkook” you say to him “I need to shower though”.

You move to get away from his hearted stare but just before you enter the washroom, a hand grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back.

Jungkook looks at you, a deep and confusing stare.

“Be careful, it’s quite wet in there” he says and then his tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Then suddenly, he lets you go and walks off to his side of the room, your left in shock at his words and quickly scurry to get into the bedroom before more heated tension breaks through.

You shake your head of all thoughts and quickly go into the shower, what you don’t realise is that you accidently drop something, the note with the raven-haired boy who you had left in the bedroom.

Its later on during this day that Jungkook approaches you.

'Hey strawberry’ he says to you.

You raise your eyebrows at him, what’s with his sudden kindness.

‘hey’ you reply voice dipped in surprised.

‘Oh, shut up, I just came to talk to you’.

You look at him.

‘I didn’t say anything but okay…. talk then’ you gesture your hands between your two bodies.

He lets out an exasperated gasp.

‘The note – did you find one?’ he asks. You still in the next sip of coffee that you were going to take. You feel yourself grow cold. How did he find out?

He looks at you.

‘So, you did’.

‘I didn’t say that’ you say tone slightly higher than normal – you were a terrible liar.

He laughs at you

‘Hmm is that so?’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about Jungkook’.

He looks at you, more serious this time.

“Listen y/n there's no point playing dumb, I found your stupid note anyway”.

You watch mortified as he pulls out the note that you had thought was in your pocket. Well shit then.

“I- I have never seen that before in my life Jungkook” you can't let him know; he would ruin everything - you convince yourself.

He looks at you, he’s getting annoyed that you're lying to him. He pokes his tongue against his cheek again.

“I suggest you stop lying”.

You scoff.

“Why would I ever need to lie to you your nobody to me Jungkook”.

Something akin to hurt flashes across his face for a few seconds before he slams his hands on the table.

“I don’t think you know what you're even getting into strawberry”.

You gather your belongings getting up, you need to get away from him.

“And I don't think you know what the fuck you're talking about Jungkook”.

You walk off leaving him there, but he follows after you,

“Listen I found one too, you don't need to be miss hero or anything”.

You carry on walking, not bothering to give him an answer, he would want to tell the teachers and everyone, they would cancel the trip and then how would you finish gathering your evidence? No, he was insane.

“I don’t know what you're talking about”.

‘you think your so fucking slick, don’t you? Asking around and acting unsuspicious but your wrong I could sense your stupid plan from a mile away’ he says to you, pulling you on your arm effectively stopping you so you can't walk away from him anymore. You struggle out of his hold.

‘and so, what? So, what if you know? What the hell are you going to do Jungkook? Tell on me? Are you going to threaten to tell the teachers because you know what? I’ve been thinking about it and I think they would much rather take my word for yours and all this work I’ve been doing for you – I could easily go right now and show the teachers and say that you forced me to do it!! ’

He looks at you angrily, looks like he is going to swear or curse you out but then his face relaxes.

‘you say that baby, but the truth is I have money and you don’t if I want to manipulate something I can because I have the means and power to do so, my dad's made himself something while yours totted away in the fucking garbage can’.

You feel the anger come over you and he smirks at you.

‘real fucking classy Jeon, yeah insult my parents – like it's their fault they were born into a world where people are born with silver spoons on their mouth, and at least my parents love me Jungkook’

His eyes flash with hurt

‘how do you now my parents don't love me you little bitch?’

You laugh an empty laugh at his face.

‘just look at you – you’re the very definition of boohoo my parents don't love me so I'm going to kick up a mess, so they notice me for once’.

He groans in frustration at your words then.

Somehow amidst your confrontation with Jungkook you had managed to reach your room, why are you here? Why did your feet have to leave you here?

You walk into the room and as soon as he gets in, Jungkook grabs you by the wrist and pins you against the door, your books and pencils fly across the room and while your mortified - he doesn't even bat an eyelid.

Your breathing is both heavy as you look each other in the eyes, waiting for the other to say something.

You struggle against his hold, uselessly, curse him for doing his workout routine every morning.

“You found the fucking note y/n when you went missing in the woods that day, the note that’s in Morse code, the note that you spent a week trying to decode, don't act fucking dumb” he grits out.

You still try and keep up your act,

“I have no clue in the world what you're talking Jeon, I think you're going fucking insane” you seethe out

He growls, yes, he growls.

“Your seriously fucking pissing me off now, I know you did, I know you found it”.

“Fuck off, Jungkook does it look like I care if I am fucking pissing you off”.

He looks into your eyes again and whispers something like “fucking priss” before he is connecting your lips in a kiss, a kiss that is full of ego, passion and heat. You can feel in searing through your body so fiery, setting your nerves alight.

He is relentless in his pace. His mouth against yours and God indeed Jungkook is good kisser. Before you knees grow weak you move your hands to tangle in his hair and you pull at the end causing him groan against his lips, when he does you swipe your tongue into his mouth getting a taste. You pull harder, and he groans again. It was a sound that you know you would like to hear again.

His hands move from the door and one tangles in your hair while the other presses harshly on your waist. You gasp at the pleasure and at this he takes over, he fights your own tongue for dominance and once he wins, he is rough, he wants all his saliva in your mouth, wants his taste on you, wants you to feel him in every way.

When he knows that your just as enthralled by his kisses he pulls back to taunt you - whispering the words against you bruised lips.

“You act like such a fucking little priss don't you? Act like your better than me? Lying to me? Fuck you drive me insane”.

He attacks your neck now, leaving open mouthed kisses along your ear and neck. He nibbles lightly at a few areas and when he gets to just the right place - where your breath hitches and you move your thighs together he bites down harshly without warning and you try you best to suppress your moans. Not wanting to give him any satisfaction.

“I am better than you” you say to him breathlessly, “I don’t just act like it, I am”.

He bites harder at that and you wince - Jungkook is painting you skin wine and purple and your letting him and it feels so goddamn good. He pulls you back by the hair to look at him,

“You don't look much better than me when you are bending at my will, when you're looking so fucked out and I’ve done is fucking kiss you”.

Your answer is swallowed by a moan that you let out as he takes you breasts into his big hands, and squeezes hard, you pull him up from your neck and kiss him again, his lips, your lips bruising and fighting against one another.

He trails his hand down further and dances around the hem of your pants for a while, and you place your own over his, just as your about to lead him further down a knock is heard at your door.

You both freeze

“y/n?” A voice calls out.

You calm yourself before answering, still a little shaky.

“Yes?”

“Our guest speaker has arrived, I just thought you might like to ask him a few questions before he gives his talk”.

Jungkook swears under his breath, raking a hand through his hair.

“You fucking nerd”.

He pulls you back by your pony tail and the back of your head lands on his shoulder, he tilts you slightly, so he has better access to kiss and leave more marks against your skin.

“Ah- I thank you, I’ll come in an ah- while” you say, and you hear the footsteps walk off, Jungkook spins you around and he goes to kiss you again, but you pull away.

“No, just, stop I have to go and talk”.

He looks at you “you fucking nerd” he kisses you once more, like he can't get enough of your mouth.

You pull away again.

uh what in the fuck just happened you think.

This was not meant to happen.

“Look Jungkook, I did, that is my note and I- I’ll, we can talk just not now, okay? I-I have to go. This is important"

He doesn't say anything, just watches as you fix your appearance in the mirror, an appearance he had ruined, and he smirks a little in triumph. He watches as you gather your books that had been thrown onto the floor and he watches as your ass is on display for him and God, he wishes he could grab a handful, but he doesn’t. He just watches.

You walk out the room, without so much as looking at him again and he feels oddly rejected.

He knows that you had felt good, he had heard you groan against his mouth, grind against his clothed member but he hadn't ever been walked out on before. He's not sure what exactly he is feeling. Its not a good feeling - that he was walked out on and for some old ass lecturer too.

He watches the door close, and he sits and waits for you to finish being a nerd. But truthfully it is a little hot to him that you’re so independent, you do things for yourself, your confidence and your wit, it makes you fun, you piss him off, but your company is nicer than the ones that he is used to.

He sighs what the fuck is he getting himself into.

You take a breath as you exit the room,

What in the fuck just happened? you think.

Well, when you promised Jungkook that you would talk to him you hadn't been in your right mind.  Why did you agree to that like fuck? You have no idea what to even say. How do you even start that conversation like...?

"Hey, was just wondering if you would like to you know? Go on a hunt for a serial killer with me?"

Gosh this was so stupid and the kiss, gosh your face heats up as you remember the way he had kissed you - oh so sweet and so naughty!

Gosh you were in bad, as an adult you decide to deal with the problem logically, you'll just ignore him. That will work, Jungkook had a small attention span anyway. You're sure he would forget. You really hope he does.

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