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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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Insecure

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summary: It’s easy to imagine a footballer’s partner feeling insecure about his world but what if said footballer sometimes feels insecure too?

pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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“Where’s Pablo?” your friend Pierre asked over the music. You were having a get together at one of your university friends’ house tonight and your boyfriend Pablo was coming straight after practice.

You and Pablo met after a game a few months ago and became friends and have been dating for the past two months. It was fairly new but a cute relationship, he was a gentleman and you liked being around him every chance you got. Tonight was also the first night Pablo was meeting your friends and you knew he was excited.

“He should be here any second.” you glanced at your phone to see if there are any notifications from him. There weren’t.

You were mid conversation with Lilah when the door rang and guessing it’s him, you got up to answer.

“Hi bebe.” he said smiling but then he looked at you up and down and saw your outfit and felt like he could’ve been more prepared. He was coming straight from practice so he was dressed pretty causal with some jeans and a hoodie and you were all dolled up with a skirt and shirt. His face immediately dropped but you didn’t think much of it and hugged him. You brought him inside holding his hand and introduced everyone.

“This is Lilah, Denise, Sergio and Pierre.” you said pointing at them one by one. He smiled like the kind person he is and shook their hands. Pablo also looked at their outfits and felt even more embarrassed about his choice of clothing, all of you wore dress pants or skirts with shirts or turtlenecks and it looked more like an academy gathering rather than a friend get together. He could also sense their eyes on him and wanted to hide behind you but knew he was being childish. He repeatedly told himself he was overthinking it and went to sit down next to you.

You and all your friends attend the same university. You Sergio and Lilah were studying to be architects while Denise is studying engineering and Pierre studying law. You had formed a close friendship through your classes and your social clubs and have been this close since the beginning. You had told all about them to Pablo and he was excited to meet them until now because he could sense he was being heavily criticized by most of them, you knew they can be snobby and look down on people sometimes which obviously isn’t good but they were not bad people and you thought they wouldn’t do something like that to your boyfriend.

Even though there was a slight tension at the beginning, your friends seemed to open up quickly and that relieved Pablo too. He was becoming more and more comfortable around them and you sighed in relief.

“So, Pablo how are you managing your studies and your career?” Pierre asked nonchalantly.

“I actually don’t attend any university at the moment.” he answered truthfully. You knew his passion was football and he was incredibly talented and this is the way he wanted to go.

“Oh, but what if something happens and you want to quit? How are you going to continue your life?” he inquired.

“I knew early on in life this is what I wanted to do so I don’t think I’ll ever want to drop out.” he said clearly a little uncomfortable about the topic.

“But what about injuries?” Denise asked. You knew they weren’t doing this on purpose but even you were pretty uncomfortable.

“Why don’t we play some game?” Sergio suddenly said and cut the conversation short and you gave him a thank you nod as you didn’t know how this would go.

Your friends really failed to understand not everyone has the same journey and not everyone has to follow the same path for success. Pablo was 19 and doing what he loves and this never bothered you because it shouldn’t, it even makes you love him more as this is not easy but he still manages to do it amazingly.

But to your luck, they decided you should play taboo and you obliged teaming up with Pablo and Lilah. First it was the other team’s turn and they did well and then you were up. Pablo offered to start and you were fine with it so you give him a kiss for good luck and stayed on the couch as he got up and picked the cards but as the clock started rolling he just passed and passed seeing some words that he doesn’t even know which frustrated him and you could tell by his flushed cheeks until he started talking about a word and said it was a football word.

“Oh okay this is good, this is a position on football.”

“Strike, keep, wing, uh I don’t know” you started guessing but Lilah was no help.

“I don’t even like football.” she said and not even tried.

“Defense.” you finally said and he relaxed meaning you got it right and you also knew 3 other words which put you behind the other team but it was fun.

The game went on for a couple of rounds and Lilah got up for her turn.

“Oh this is easy, when life ends, what happens?”

“death” you and Pablo both scream laughing.

“And what’s the thing people throw for the dead?”

“A funeral.”

“Yeah, you read this at a funeral.” she says.

“Eu-eur- I forgot uhh” Pablo tried to find the word as you said “Eulogy” earning your team another point but you caught Pierre’s sly smirk and Lilah’s annoyed expression. You looked up at Pablo as he looked defeated and sad and he excused himself to use the bathroom. This was just a stupid game and meant nothing if he couldn’t remember a stupid word but you knew he felt outcasted. You gave your friends a death glare and followed him. You didn’t even bother to knock and went inside the bathroom.

“I could’ve been on the toilet” he remarked as you walked over to him standing in front of the sink, hands on the counter.

“Yeah but you weren’t. Pablo this is just a game, it’s supposed to be fun.” you said knowing he must feel weird.

“Yeah but it doesn’t feel like it.” his head hung low and his voice was merely a whisper.

“It is. You don’t need to dwell on it.” you tried again reaching for his hands and giving them a squeeze.

“They think I’m dumb.”

“No they don’t and even if they do, that doesn’t mean anything. They don’t determine who you are.”

“But they’re your friends and if they don’t think I’m on the same level as you, what if you do too? I’m afraid one day I’ll make one more mistake and you’ll finally realize.”

“Realize what?”

“That I don’t deserve you.”

You wanted to cry at that moment, you never ever felt that way or thought about Pablo like this. You liked that he was out of your circle, he wasn’t entitled or stuck up, he was just a genuine guy with a huge heart.

“Pablo, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and it pains me that you can’t see it. I don’t care about anyone, I know who you are and I know how smart you are. Being a footballer isn’t easy it’s requires so much talent and hard work and determination. You have the best qualities I’ve ever seen and I just hope one day I’ll live up to the standards you set. I love you.”

This speech was out of your heart and you just spoke before you thought about it. You hadn’t even realized what you said at the end and when he heard it, his head shot up to meet your eyes searching if there was any doubt in them. There wasn’t, even if this was the first time you told him you loved him you didn’t want to take it back. You’re in love with the guy in front of you and really believe everything you said.

“I love you too.” he smiled for the first time and squeezed your hand, you were now standing in front of a sink holding hands and smiling at each other like two people crazy in love. He leaned in and kissed your lips with so much devotion that you could feel his emotions as your lips moved in sync. His hands found their place on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. When you pulled apart, he bumped his nose against yours and smiled again.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” you said

“We have to join them eventually, don’t we?” he asked hesitantly

“Who said we were going to stay with them, we’re going home and I’m showing you how I appreciate you in every way imaginable.” you smirked as he led you through the house.

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note: this was harder to write than I thought but I think it came out pretty sweet, please please please let me know what you think and what should I write next because I’m slowly running out of ideas (but not yet ofc)

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berryhobii · 10 months

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Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.” He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

#bts fic #bts #yoongi studio sex #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #jimin smut #namjoon smut #hoseok smut #seokjin smut #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #Yoongi imagine

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somnambulic-thing · 11 months

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Pick up, will you?

a voice-mail drama : rockstar!Eddie Munson x afab!reader

Words: 1k-ish | angst, hurt, open ending |

Eddie's music career is doing great; things between you not so much. He's trying to call you but you're not picking up the phone.

CW: references to (unfair) arguments, jealousy, commitment problems sponsered by childhood trauma and bad parenting. Also plenty swearing and nicknames. Eddie's a soft sad boi.

beeeep…. beeeep…. beeeep…. beeeep…. beeeep…__ “….Uh, ok: Hi. You’ve reached the number—“ “Babe… Babe, where are you?” “Fuck; living room, Ed!… Okay, so m’ doing that aga—” “Stop whatever you’re doing and put on some shoes.” “What’s going on? What’s that wild look?” “Oh, don’t you wanna know, but it’s a surpr——“

“Well shit, uh… that’s……. You still haven’t changed that, hm?…. Hey, it's me, Eddie. Well, you can hear that, right? Are you there? Pick up, will you?……… You know I hate talking to those things; it’s like… being interrogated by myself or something………. Fuck it, I’ll just call back later—“

“….Uh, ok: Hi. You’ve reached the number—“ “Babe… Babe, where are you?” “Fuck; living room, Ed!… Okay, so m’ doing that aga—” “Stop whatever you’re doing and put on some shoes.” “What’s going on? What’s that wild look?” “Oh, don’t you wanna know, but it’s a surpr——“

“Really? Again? It’s 10pm where the fuck can you be?…… M’ going to call Robin—“

“No, really, where are you? I just called half the people we know and, uh, nobody has seen or heard from you in over a day; Barb said you took four days off at the bookstore but you didn’t say why and…… shit, shit, shit, I hate this, you know I hate it when you ignore me. It's not fair……… I know I fucked up… don’t you think I know that? But…….. Fuck you weren’t exactly calm and collected either the last time— and not exactly nice and I- just- want- to talk to you….. How long is that shit even recording for?……… I——“

“That stupid fucking recording…… if I, uh, have to hear that one more time I’m taking a five-hour flight just to burn that tape…………… fuck, fuck, can basically hear you saying ‘Good to know your priorities, Ed.’ Jesus fucking Christ, I’m sorry!…. I had no way of knowing that Murray’s contacts were legit, right? And that shit would go so fast with that record deal and derail our plans but, baby, like… you know how hard we’ve worked to get any of those music label snobs to notice us and then to get an offer like thi——“

“It just drives me insane that, uh, that you honestly believe that I don’t care about you….. Or us…............................... Look, I get why you’re mad, I really do, believe me but I do care, alright?…………...……… I do……… So much…….........…………………... Shit… M’ not going to cry on tape—“

“I feel like I’m in purgatory……. I hate that fucking tape but it’s the only way I have right now to hear your voice…….. The last time I heard it you were telling me to ‘Go and enjoy some fucking groupies.’ That hurt, you know? Like, uh, like really hurt…………. What was I saying? I get that you’re mad. I get that it’s all… fucked up timing but, haha, do believe me when I say that this wasn’t me chickening out again. I really really wanted to move into that apartment with you……. Like, you can hear my excitement on that stupid recordi——“

“That shit is messing up my train of thought, where are you? It’s four in the morning and you’re still not home, I’m starting to freak out………..….. You’ve said it yourself, uh, ahm, that I made progress, right? With the, uhm, the whole commitment thing?……… I’ve thought about that again the past few days and it, like…. It was never about my commitment to you, you know, but…. This will sound idiotic……. M’ not good at allowing myself good things….. It’s too fucking hard when it all goes to shit in the end——“

“And you, haha, you’re a really good thing. Like the best fucking thing that ever happened to me after Wayne and………………. And…. Fuck…… M’ sorry, sweetheart, I am……… When I asked you to move in with me that first time over a year ago? I meant it! And I meant the time after that too and oh, did I mean it the last time. But, uhm, yeah…….. How… You……………….. I don’t wanna say that on here…………………………. M’ sorry—”

“I was scared you would grow tired of me faster when you had me around all day…………. Wanted to, ugh, to stretch it out or something………………………………….. I love you…………………… You have to know that, right? You have to know that I don’t give a shit about groupies! That’s not what I’m doing this for, it’s just the music, babe, you must know that— you know me!…………. Fuck…………………..….…….. You know me….. Right? ……………. I didn’t miss the signing of that lease because——“

“I didn’t miss it because ‘I want to slowly weed you out’, shit, how shitty am I treating you for you to say stuff like this?………………. Christ, why are you even with me when you think I’m capable of being such a fucking asshole? You know— you know about my parents…. How I despise stuff like that and I know I’m twitchy, but……… but not like that…………….. I know you’re hurt……… but that….. I'm hurt too. You were mean…. Like, uh, really fucking mean and I never ever——“

“……….. You always had a bite but you’ve never been mean…. Not like that…. Am I doing that to you? Making you, uh…… wearing you out?…………. I don’t wanna do that, darlin’, I reaaaally don’t want to be the guy who fucks up a soul like you……………. Shit…… shit shit shit I hate this! Please, please pick up that phone!…….. Sorry, I yelled…. I didn’t mean to….. But I’m scared you’re in trouble right now, or hurt or fucking escaped to Helsinki or something and I’m never going to see you again and the last thing I said to you was——“

“Well, yeah, you know what I said……….. Wish I could erase that from history…… Good thing there’s nothing in the contract about not driving up the hotel phone bill… yet…….. How long can that tape be? Better say something meaningful before it runs out……—“

“Had to think about that for a second…. I don’t want to lose you. I know my whole rockstar adventure started out abysmal for us but I promise you, I will make it work. I just need a little time to get used to all of it…. Uhm, to figure this out, yeah? Together?….. And we find another place to move into when I'm back; a better place! What better way to spend that money than on spoiling you?………. Please....... Please don’t leave me— shit, there’s someone at the door…. Watch me being kicked out of a hotel for the first time for crying at night——“

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson Angst #somnambulic-thing #my fic

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kararisa · 5 months

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darling, starling

— 9. iridescence — ✦ (wc: 0.6k)

“Is this going to take any longer?” you ask.

It’s an interesting feeling, having Scaramouche in your lap while he does your makeup. The side of his palm gently rests against your cheek as he does your eyeliner, his brow furrowed in concentration while you rest against the cushions of your sofa. His indigo hair and indigo eyes are barely illuminated by the dimmed lights of your living room, an insistence of his even at your protest of the horrid lighting for makeup.

“It’ll only take a moment longer,” he responds.

“You said that ten minutes ago,” an over-exaggeration on your part, but you couldn’t see how a makeover could take so damn long.

Scaramoche grins, his voice dripping in mock innocence, “Perfection takes time. Or however that saying goes. I’m not used to putting makeup on another person so just cooperate with me, will you?”

You do your best to glare at Scaramouche as he finishes up your eyeliner. The two of you have been at this for a while now, bantering while he does your makeup. When he finishes, whenever that may be, the two of you will swap places so you can give him a makeover in return. Admittedly an interesting arrangement to re-enact for a scene in his book, but you have to admit it’s been alright so far. He isn’t terrible, he just takes too long for your liking.

“Part your lips a bit. I’m putting lipstick on you,” you oblige, and Scaramouche continues while he dabs color on your lips. “Our ruse has been quite effective so far. But people seem to think we’ve been in love for longer than we’ve been dating.”

Amusement colors your voice, “I mean, I like to think it makes our whole act more effective.”

He finally leans back to inspect his work after what seems like forever and declares that he’s done — time for you to switch places. He gets off you to take a seat by your side. You take the opportunity to reposition yourself and straddle him.

Only to get a proper look at him while you give him a makeover, of course.

A few minutes of silence pass when Scaramouche speaks up, “The whole point of me asking you to do this was for us to talk. So talk.”

“Like what, the groceries?”

“Doesn’t matter. Just talk.”

“Well,” you pause, twisting the makeup sponge in your hand before getting back to work. “I think we’re running out of eggs? And we only have a little bit of flour left.”

“Did you add it to the list on the fridge?”

“I already did, smartass. You were the one who told me to talk.” you laugh slightly when you see him glaring at you, and you move your other hand to rest on his shoulder. “Stop looking all grumpy like that. You’re gonna make me mess up.”

“I am not ‘looking all grumpy’.”

“Oh, you definitely are.” you chide, dabbing his cheek with your makeup sponge. “Ooooh is my grumpy face mad at me?”

“Shut up and just get this over with, will you?” Scaramouche averts his gaze. “Absolute terror.”

You move on to doing his eyeliner before you continue talking, “I could help you cook dinner tonight if you want.”

“Absolutely not,” he answers curtly. “You’re still banned from the kitchen.”

“The thing that happened with the air fryer wasn’t even that bad.” you protest.

“Do I need to remind you what happened? You quite literally –”

“Okay fine, maybe I should leave the cooking to you today. But one day you’ll lift my ban from my own fucking kitchen.”

“Not happening until you learn how to actually cook.”

“Gonna need a good teacher for that, so why don’t you teach me?” you jest

He gives you an incredulous look before responding, “Sure. Whatever. Are you done with my eyeliner yet?”

“Stop moving and I’ll get done quicker.”

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summary: being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. however, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. your friend scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. with a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?

author's notes:

they're definitely not in love guys trust me

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yourpsicodelicbitch · 10 months

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astro thoughts 🏇🌈✨💫🍳

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ❤️ even though it’s almost July

disclaimer: I didn’t check my orthography

i hate it but what’s trying to tell me the universe. my friend reminds me of my mom 😭 kill me pls. she have sun 11H, she worries a lot about how others understand what she saids, what others may think of her. she wants to be peaceful but at the same time she have moon in scorpio so she’s struggling and she have a certain opinion about others based on the first impression or what made more impact -negative? idk. now I feel judge -I think it’s my anxiety-. Update: i said what was bothering me to her and everything is said, I’m proud of me, I’m in peace, she responded in a understanding manner. I can breath.

the degree of your ascendant says ALOT, not only about the physical appearance. it could point out even your career, how’s focused your life, how you react…now that I think about it, it’s like an ascendant in your ascendant pc (but if it confused you ignore it).

for example, my friend have gemini degree in his ascendant, he’s doing his major in communication, his family is full of artists and specially musicians, so he grew up knowing how to play every music instrument, it’s like breathing to him, music. he’s used to it and he express himself by composing and being curious, wanting to know about this and that. other example: my other friend has a gemini rising but I was thinking “there’s something that’s missing” 👀 the leo degree of course. he be slayyiing💅 he’s sassy. he knows what he wants and people always be wanting him not the other way around 🙄 he’s like purr stunning gurl 💋

the same friend told me the other day that his first impression of me was or exactly what he thought: “you don’t want to mess with her” “I wouldn’t mess with her ever”. he told me I remembered him of maddy of euphoria -I gave him the idea bc I didn’t understand and he agreed-. Ascendant - Saturn aspects make you look like a bad bitch, like they’ll kick your ass if you don’t do what they tell you, THEY ARE. The structure of their face is also bony. They look like they’re mad, like they’re on their way and if you step there you’re dead: karmic. The jawline, omg, is sharp, it could cut you.

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Also, bc Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, Capricorn ascendants and saturn-ascendant aspects share characteristics but are not the same? Capricorn risings have this cheekbones that are so sensual and even if they age, the cheekbones are still there, what you notice first is that. What they share is the intimidating aura strangers perceive. In different levels or forms I believe.

Dakota Johnson Gisele Bündchen

TWO QUEENS THAT I CANT FINISH TO DESCRIBE HOW THEIRE SO ETHEREAL BEAUTIFUL STUNNING ICONIC AND INFINITE THINGS MORE

I have Mars in Retrograde. I don’t know what bothers me until I explode or until I go to my psychologist. I minimize what bothers me and save it all in the back, so then my brain will hurt. I don’t figure out or notice when something bothers me bc I don’t think is a big deal or that’s a joke, but even if it’s a joke I can still not like it -a side note-. You’ll find me realizing later what was bothering me and then struggling to tell people how I really felt when they did THAT something.

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when the kid’s mercury is sextile Saturn’s dad (synastry: mercury sextile saturn), it means the dad communicates with their child as a way of teaching, caring about them. through their communication, they share childhood stories, experiences of any type and what they have learned about them, what they have observed. trough their talking they share their wisdom. the father have all the attention of their kid when he opens his mouth. the kid somehow knows something important is about to be said or they admires their dad that much.

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Leo moons 5H + aries degree can be pretty egoist, they could lost themselves in the idea of something, of having it. Also they don’t think, twice letting themselves be carried by the emotion that idea gives them. They’re in their pretty little world of fun but they are not looking what’s happening to others, they’re hungry for their passion. I HAVE TO TELL: not everyone with these placements are like this and blablabla -the same thing I say for precaution- AND I had something, it’s not even something 🙄 I had nothing with these placement k? but it gives you an explanation for my attitude. STILL, I think I gotta mention some of the synastry so it’ll make sense. In another time bc I don’t want to waste my energy in that -and don’t want to-.

Saturn in opposition with Uranus aspect makes the individual stay in the doubt. They’re stanched while they keep analyzing the pro and cons of the situation they want to start/be part. Even if someone extern try to help, they’ll be doubting more.

Virgo moons are just so wholesome ☹️❤️ They want to help. they’re always doing something. they want the best for you. they care of others as if they take care of themselves but better, sadly. they work too much they need a rest but they know they’ll be anxious of doing nothing. they’re just pure souls. they’re so kind. always helping in a ONG/organization that helps needed ones.

Aquarius mercury always have something to say, they’re always right 🙄 even though they say it’s comprensible and natural that everyone have their own beliefs I don’t believe them. I think they think their mindset is better and everyone should follow it. LIKE GURL WTF I know you think you are wise and shit and you’ve passed through experiences that made you learned and that inspired you to tell them to others BUT let others make mistakes and be wrong, let others don’t be like you, there’s the beauty. I always find them criticizing others for their manners, as if they have lived the same way you did.

I don’t believe/trust? in libras, yeah ok may be that my sun is in libra but not my whole chart. That’s what I’m talking about, with that last sentence I’m gaslighting you 💌 how tf you believe in libras when they don’t tell the truth directly I CANT. With my honesty I gotta mention that my libra sun appear when I don’t want to ruin something that benefits me, when I don’t know the person and I try my best, to my sag/scorpio/aquarius placements to not appear. They always keep something in their minds, they don’t tell you all, they keep to themselves some part, could be to not hurt you, doesn’t benefits them or whatever. a friend with moon in libra degree and another with libra moon: I always want them to say what they want, they can’t. I want to squish the hell out of them bc I can’t too😭🔪

Ceres 3H is a good placement for a psychologist. How they motivate others using their minds, that easily absorbs and process/analyses experiences and knowledge, to finally find a solution depending on the case -of the patient-, so it’ll be suitable. When they help others, their communication keeps improving with time. More experience = better. Still, it’s natural.

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❀ Based on my personal experience.

❀ English is not my first language.

❀ I’m not a profesional astrologer.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

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tomscumdump · 1 month

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LOVE LOVE UR WRITING could I please get a fic of 2010 Tom smut of where he’s like a teacher and the reader is in college? Love your writing 🤭

A/n: of course enjoy!! <3 TOOK ME AGES TO WRITE always wanted a teacher Tom smut I can’t lie.

Nothing to say now? ★

2010 era!!

reader is 19!!

warnings:smut swearing reader is rebellious (at the start) angst?

MDNI!!

You were a rebellious parents kicked you out at a young age partying every night staying at your friends houses, with the some money you saved up you started college because you wanted a career at least to get you somewhere. But it wasn’t going so well you couldn’t care about grades, you talked back with teachers always having the last word. Getting into fights you almost had to leave college but you just shrugged it off.

It was a new day and you walked into music class but there was not your usual teacher. He had deep brown dark eyes had black braids over his shoulders and a bandana his lip piercing shimmering in the light, “So who’s this asshole?” You said while walking over to your desk. “This asshole is your new music teacher for the semester call me Mr. Kaulitz or Tom you choose” He said not wasting any time. (I’d call him that any day.)

After a while you started to get pretty bored so you decided to go out get some fresh air maybe light a cigarette? you walked up out of your seat, just to leave the classroom “And where do you think you’re going?” he spoke while writing the last thing on the whiteboard.

You rolled your eyes and turned around meeting his sharp gaze “Um getting some fresh air isn’t it obvious” crossing your arms together leaning against the doorframe, “you didn’t ask to lea-“ he got interrupted “Yeah yeah kiss my ass” you left the room not caring what was gonna happen.

You were probably gonna get another talk with the principal or whatever but did you care? Not at all you were sick of college and wanted to leave as quick as you could but still wanting to achieve something, 10 minutes or so later you came back the class was silent.

You sat back down in your seat eventually Tom came over his tall figure towering over the desk. “So you wanna tell me why you left class without my permission” he spoke calm but firm “Because I wanted fresh air this class is boring anyways.”

Your voice was raised a bit cause you were getting sick of him pushing you, this went on for a few minutes you were starting to get really pissed off, and so was Tom “Fuck sake can you stop getting up all in my business you aren’t my parents!!.” You yelled out not breaking eye contact.

Tom’s facial features was now tense he leaned down and whispered “Look sweetheart I’m getting sick of this are you gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours or do I have to shut it for you?” His voice was rough you were dead silent you didn’t know how to react no one has said that to you ever. He leaned back up looking down at you his eyes were filled with some sort of emotion you couldn’t describe?

-time skip

After a while class was finally over thank god you were packing your stuff up about to leave Tom stopped you. “Sorry you’re gonna have to stay for a while” he spoke his gaze directly on you looking you up and down you groaned and tried leaving pushing past him.

That was no use Tom grabbed you and pushed you against the wall “Are you always this fucking problematic in every class” He spat out You were quiet, you were hitting him trying to get out of his grasp but he already had a tight grip on your waist.

His other hand lifted your chin up to meet his eyes, you felt like you were about to collapse Tom’s gaze was mesmerising he smirked his tongue grazed over his lip piercing, next minute Toms lips crashed with yours his cold metal piercing pressing against your mouth which got you even more weak his lips were soft but very rough at the same time. His hands snaked their way down to your sides having a firm grip you whined giving his tongue access. (I didn’t know what to say. 🙏)

Your tongue was battling his trying to gain dominance Tom won of course no matter how much you wanted to stop you couldn’t it was too good, after a bit he pulled back your plump cherry red lips coated from his salvia. You couldn’t believe what just happened, But was Tom finished of teaching you a lesson? oh no.

“On the desk” He demanded you sat up on the desk he came over towering over you his hand rested on your thigh, while his lips travelled down your neck leaving some marks in their wake but not enough to be seen his hand moved up towards your inner thigh “May I?” Tom whispered his voice was so gentle so soothing (help my soul atp) you nodded his hand moved upwards till he reached your underwear, lightly using his thumb to press over your clothed clit.

Your lips were pursed trying not to make a sound your hips grinded against his hand wanting him to do more “wait Schatz I’ll give you what you want soon” Tom murmured out leaving a kiss on your cheek. Slowly he removed your underwear letting it fall down to your ankles he was in a daze, your pretty pink cunt was glistening “So pretty” his voice tangled with lust.

Tom moved your legs apart giving him more access he kneeled down and dipped his head between your legs without any warning his tongue develd deep into your cunt, “Fuck Tom!” You arched your back squirming a bit his grip on your thighs was that hard they were bound to leave marks tomorrow.

He lapped back and forth between your folds going harder each time, his lips moved up to attack on your sensitive clit. He sucked harshly against your clit causing a loud moan to escape your lips your thighs were about to suffocate him but did he care? no.

Tom’s hand moved up to kneed your breast your nipple getting hard underneath his touch. He wouldn’t stop his attack his tongue felt great against your cunt, “You taste s’good schatz” he mumbled vibrating against your clit. You couldn’t answer moans were escaping your mouth your knot in your stomach was begging for release at this point.

“S-shit Tom I’m close” you whined out your legs starting to shake “cum for me liebe” with those words your orgasm rode out cumming all over his tongue. Tom groaned he lapped at your folds one last time collecting any remaining juices. He stood up and pressed a kiss to your lips you grimaced tasting yourself Tom pulled away, helping you get yourself back together.

You packed your things but then Tom asked “So now are you gonna listen to me during my lesson?” He asked slightly amused his tongue moving across his bottom lip you looked back at him smiling and shrugged “I’ll think about it.” But one thing was true you were now gonna enjoy your music class.

@bunniesthoughts @jadedchar @memzyyy @madzandmore

A/n:this was a lot but I did pretty good :) but I hope you guys enjoyed keep sending me requests cause there amazing I’ll try and post more mwah bye cuties <33

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #2010s

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jokeroutsubs · 7 months

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An interview with Bojan Cvjetićanin and Nace Jordan in Jana magazine, published 10.10.2023. Featuring a very special shoutout! 😁

On the couch with Joker Out: about the big changes in their lives

Still good, sober boys

We’ll play this and then we’re off – to switch off

The time we have with them is tightly limited, but that’s appropriate for stars of their kind. They are the most popular musical group right now, and they’ve thoroughly conquered many hearts far beyond both Slovenian and Balkan borders. At sold-out concerts, Finns are swooning because of them, Poles, Serbians, Croatians and Spaniards are fainting, not to mention the girls back home. No one prepared them for this kind of craze, but they’re holding up pretty well – they’re still humble guys with good manners, which can (also) be seen in their polite greeting and relaxed chatting in front of their rehearsal space, a comfortable hideaway somewhere between Ljubljana’s warehouses with an unappealing blue door.

Floating into their sanctuary, you almost hit your head on a collection of hanging bras with various affectionate messages written on them. A few more steps, and we plop down on the couch with Bojan Cvjetićanin and Nace Jordan. Jan Peteh and Kris Guštin (damn, he’s tall!) are busy with another camera, and Jure Maček is nowhere to be seen.

How’s your health doing with your (as it seems if you look at the crazy number of concerts all around Europe) pretty exhausting life? How do you take care of your physical fitness?

Bojan: By working out.

Nace: Well, you and I work out, the others only do it a little.

Bojan: Well yeah, she asked us.

Nace: So: we work out a lot, we play badminton, I run, we go to the gym and hike, Bojan also does mixed martial arts.

You’ve found yourselves at a turbulent stage in your career, and like you’ve said before, you cannot be fully prepared for that. What about mental preparation? Do you have to pay extra attention to that or do anything you've never done before?

Bojan: Yes, we have to rest. We haven't had any rest ever since everything became much more intense. My mind and body are now really begging to switch off.

Nace: I agree. Just the other day, we were talking about how we haven’t truly rested since the pre-Eurovision performances. Two- and three-day trips don’t count.

So you’ll only be able to turn off for a bit, after your big concert in Stožice?

Bojan: That’s right. Well, we maybe planned our break a little poorly, because we’re going on a holiday together. (both start laughing loudly)

Nace: Everyone has the same stunned reaction that you did.

You really have to love each other and have a good time together, that’s all I thought. Can you reveal where you’re going?

Bojan: Far away, somewhere warm. As to whether us going together is smart, we’ll tell you when we come back. If we end up needing another holiday after this holiday, then we didn’t make a very wise decision.

Since you really hang out with each other so much, do you perhaps understand any better why some bands get into fatal quarrels or even break up?

Bojan: We definitely understand it a lot more. In a short time, I’ve realised that this rock and roll lifestyle presented to us by rock legends (myths, stories, Hollywood) is truly something that is untenable in the long term. If we look at all the most famous bands, they actually existed for a very short time.

Nace: And, as an interesting fact, most of them broke up while on tour.

Bojan: You can’t do rock and roll and be devoted to your music, concerts, travels, if you’re constantly under the influence of any substances (drugs, alcohol). You really can’t do that, because neither the human body nor the mind are made to withstand this kind of strain, sleeplessness, pleasure, dopamine. All those legends either died young or the bands broke up. Sure, they did a lot, left a permanent mark, but at what cost? We’ve realised that if we want to enjoy what we’re doing, we have to be sober, and you truly enjoy yourself a lot more if you’re sober and feel physically and mentally ready and cultivate friendships. I think that this way, we’ll remember a lot more after a few tours than many rock legends do in their longer careers. How much can you even remember if your brain isn’t even with you on the same stage?

I see that you’re drinking plenty of water, and we remember you, Bojan, from Eurovision, when you were walking around with a bottle of water and blowing into a straw. What was that for?

Bojan: It’s a technique to warm up your vocal chords, based on the principle of blowing into a slightly wider silicone straw in a water bottle. You blow into it, in the correct way and because of the water in the bottle, a negative pressure is created that puts your vocal chords into the most natural position and it works like a massage for them.

Did you discover this for yourself or was it recommended to you?

Bojan: I had never paid special attention to my voice before that, I’m not a trained vocalist, but luckily I naturally developed the correct technique. Otherwise I would’ve lost my voice long ago. So, on the stage, this mechanism luckily developed in a very positive direction for me, which was also confirmed by singing coaches and the doctor I went to for my vocal chords check-up. A phoniatrics specialist, a wonderful guy, helped me during Eurovision. Before the Eurovision performance, my voice gave in a little due to nerves, so I was constantly in contact with a doctor – and we didn’t even really know each other – who gave me advice over the phone. Then, at the first sound check, everything opened up and sounded like it should. It’s really interesting what happens with your voice, it gets incredibly affected by your mental state. Your vocal chords can be perfectly fine, but if your mind is not in the right place, your voice won’t work either.

I also went to get advice from singing coach Nataša Nahtigal, who really helped me a lot. I especially needed that preparation from a psychological point of view.

Did the other band members also need coaches for anything?

Nace: Me and Kris also visited Nataša, because at the beginning we thought that we’d be singing the backing vocals live on the Eurovision stage. So we also practised with her a few times. We also had rehearsals with a choreographer for the optimum stage performance.

We’re having this conversation five days before your biggest concert yet, in Stožice. Does that require any special preparation?

Bojan: It’s a special concert, because it’s the first time we’re encountering the organisation of something this big; it is, after all, the only arena in the country. It’s a lot for us, Magnifico also told us that he was kind of in the dark the first time, but now they’re acclimatised to it. It’s a different type of preparation: we have to prepare the show, the lights, the stage appearance …

Have you even internalised what you’ve managed to do, all the places and the number of people you’ve played to in the past few months (from Ireland to Great Britain, Finland, Norway, Belgrade, Zagreb, Vienna, and now in December, you've got Amsterdam, Madrid, Barcelona …)?

Bojan: I think that will be a task for the upcoming holiday. When things just keep happening, you’re in this cycle and don’t even really differentiate between one peak and another, so we need to come down a bit to start retroactively comprehending what really happened. Because it’s really wonderful. We were in cities and countries we’d never been to, and then we were there – to play our own sold-out concerts. We absolutely never thought anything like that would ever happen to us.

Nace: Often it’s only when I come home from this kind of tour that I think to myself: wow, look at where we were! We’re playing on a stage where world legends had played before us! Now, in the club in Helsinki, Foo Fighters and AC/DC had played there, among others. Any musician would wish to play there, let alone sell out that concert.

When you walk around these European cities where you have sold out your concerts, do people already recognise you on the street?

Bojan: It’s pretty bizarre, but now they’ve really started to. I think that on this Nordic tour there truly wasn’t any place we went to without at least someone recognising us – either on a train, on the street, in a restaurant, at the airport. Foreign fan culture is a little different, as they get prepared to meet us, in a way – for example, they know when we’ll be at the airport, and they wait for us with gifts, they don’t just come to take photos with us. They bring along our merch shirts, various things for us to sign, they give us gifts. Fans make a lot of things on their own – bracelets, dolls, there are a lot of drawings, crafts; I have two knitted Joker Out scarves at home.

Nace: In Finland we got a lot of knitted socks, hats …

Hand-knitted socks?

Bojan: Yes, with a Slovenian and Finnish flag, for example.

The Scandinavian youth are clearly well-versed in that.

Bojan: Let’s go, Slovenian youth, start knitting Joker Out stuff too! (laughter)

And what is it like to walk down the streets of Slovenia? Can you go to the store in peace?

Bojan: It’s nice to walk down the streets of Slovenia, but we truly always get recognised, that’s a fact, it’s not as inconvenient in stores as it can be when you’re out for drinks, when you constantly feel like someone is eavesdropping next to you.

How difficult is the rockstar life?

Bojan: It’s really nice – every time we’re on the stage, the audience rewards us with a really nice energy, you can’t compare that to anything else, but like any profession, ours has negative sides as well, with the biggest difference being that you’re constantly in the public eye. Very few things are truly personal – you also have a hard time judging for yourself what’s private and what’s not. It’s more of a mental game with yourself – that’s the hardest part of it all. As well as not sleeping, because you travel a lot.

Are there any big disappointments or unexpected things – perhaps that some fans get “carried away” or that not everyone is as well-intentioned as you thought?

Bojan: Absolutely! You suddenly find yourself not only belonging to a home crowd, but also becoming an internet hashtag. The internet has no limits, people have no reservations there, they hide behind a nickname. Each of us has definitely had a few of these moments that shocked us, that’s why we’ve started to pull back from social media.

That’s probably pretty tricky: for the sake of advertising and contact with fans, you have to be present on social media, but meanwhile you’re aware that you need to take a step back for the sake of your health. How do you stay on the safe side? What’s your strategy?

Nace: Primarily, we’ve all stopped reading Twitter, the comments … We have to maintain a certain distance.

Bojan: To be completely honest, I’d like to find someone who could handle my personal profile on social media. It also bothers me that you really waste a lot of time on social media and subconsciously create a lot of unrealistic expectations, because you’re constantly swiping through people’s perfect lives, faces and situations, it’s all quite absurd.

Do you want to influence teenagers in this area, to pass any important messages on to them?

Bojan: Yes, find some wonderful analogue way to follow us and delete your social media.

So, knit a Joker Out scarf or socks instead and listen to their music – that’s pretty analogue. Then, you can also do a charity auction of your fans’ knitwear.

Bojan: Exactly!

One small revolutionary move would also be if concerts or gigs at various parties started earlier. Us slightly more mature citizens also like to go to concerts, but we also like to go to bed a little earlier.

Bojan: I can say that after our Stožice concert, people will be able to be asleep by midnight. But actually, when we were abroad, we got used to gigs starting very soon – sometime between seven and nine in the evening – and the party is definitely not any worse because of that.

You say that you’re full of creative energy. Does your creative process continue under the covers too, do you have notebooks on your nightstand?

Bojan: All the ideas come to me just before I go to sleep. The most recent song Sunny Side of London also happened on the last day before we went to the studio – I couldn’t sleep and I came up with those base lyrics while in bed.

Even though your latest song is in English, due to most of your songs being in Slovenian, you’ve unintentionally become ambassadors of the Slovenian language as well.

Bojan: It was never our goal to become ambassadors of the Slovenian language, but we consciously decided to sing in Slovenian at Eurovision. It means a lot to us, and we hope that our fans will accept that we want to widen our listener base and that there will be some more songs in English because of that. I think that people all around Europe or even further singing twenty of our songs in Slovenian is already a lot, and shows that we’ve done our job. In the future, we’ll create in foreign languages a lot, but we’ll also stay loyal to Slovenian.

A lot of your TV appearances can be found translated to English on the internet. Is that your doing?

Bojan: No, the credit for that goes to a group of fans from all around the world called “Joker Out Subs”, who follow our videos and concerts and translate into quite a few global languages (recently even into Hebrew). They’ve already translated a huge amount of our content, and they do it voluntarily. They’ve also connected with each other in that way, and they’ve told us that 20 of our fans, who met online because of us, booked a house together for our concert in Amsterdam (in December). They’re all coming to the concert and they will stay there together.

Nace: A lot of people have connected like that because of us, which is very nice.

What’s it like at home? Is everything the same at home despite your stardom?

Bojan: Yes, it’s all the same – go mow the lawn!

Nace: I, for example, still drive my grandmother around to run her errands.

And your grandmother listens to your songs?

Nace: She’s definitely listened to some, but I doubt that she’s playing our entire discography. (laughter)

Bojan: Oooh, mine plays it every day, she goes through everything 150 times!

Have you made any changes to your menus?

Bojan: I’ve started eating vegetables – bowls (various healthy ingredients, served in one bowl), Nace got me into that.

Nace: Isn’t it nice to savour something together that’s healthy and that we all like? (Kris pipes up from the background, saying that Nace has gotten them all into Asian food.)

Translation of the captions on the photos:

1) The special friendship with Finnish Eurovision representative Käärijä continues. Together on Finnish stages in September.

2) Bojan loves Swedish girls, says the writing on his shirt.

Translation cr: Joker Out Subs

EDIT: to celebrate the JokerOutSubs shout-out, we prepared a giveaway for Tumblr! You can read more aboout it here!

#joker out #bojan cvjetićanin #bojan cvjeticanin #nace jordan

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dropthedemiurge · 3 months

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Love for Love's Sake | Things You Didn't Notice #9

(okay it's not an episode number this time i just still have many details to point out oops pls let me go)

I swear. I thought I'd stop mentioning small details because I already wrote like 10 posts on Tumblr translating and explaining all the cultural stuff regarding this show and the obsession is already becoming embarrassing, but I rewatched the last episodes again and I've got tiny. Little. Details. That I can't help but point people to once again. Because damn, the amount of thought put into this show!

(trigger warning: first part talks about suicide and depression, next ones are linguistic and cultural)

The Black Suit & The Sea

I would've asked Koreans I know about the significance of such symbolism but they are celebrating Seollal (New Year) today and I don't wanna ruin the festive mood asking about "how would people dress for suicide" x)

But after watching this scene, I recognized some strong parallels in Korean media depicting depression, suicide and one's decision to end their life. One of it is bridges and jumping (if you don't know what Bridge of Life is, ask me and I'll share, so this post wouldn't become too long) but another one is sea.

My interpretation - Koreans wear black suits to funerals, so if someone is headed to the sea in a black suit, it might mean this is the character's attempt to "have" their own funeral before finally ending their life. Why do I think this combination is somehow significant?

Because I remembered a music video one of K-pop artists I like (Kim Hanbin) made, after he experienced the downfall of career, extreme hate and rejection from the public, and severe depression. His whole album Waterfall tells Hanbin's personal story, dark thoughts and his battle to survive during the time when he was gone for 2 years, but in the music video for this album (illa illa) he is seen emerging from the sea in a black suit – metaphorically regaining his music and, most importantly, desire to live. Watch with lyrics!

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If we think, this is how you depict suicidal thoughts/attempt in Korean media (of course, Love for Love's Sake was even more blunt in telling us the meaning), then Myungha wearing black suit wasn't just for the pretty or dramatic picture. More than that, we see him wearing the black suit for the whole last evening – especially when he goes to finally meet his mother.

Which tells us Myungha has already decided to disappear from this world, and was determined to do it on that day, and his mother rejecting him and pretending she doesn't know her son might not have been just the last straw... but it definitely could've been Myungha's last attempt to find anything in his life worth staying for, worth not going through with his plan.

Anyway, what a scary but beautiful symbolism.

Let's talk about something happier! More heartwarming!

Do you remember when we talked about the carefully placed movie posters in previous episodes? I payed more attention to the background this time when in Episode 8 Yeowoon ran to the cinema searching for Myungha in his world. And what an amazing discovery! When Myungha starts existing again and calls Yeowoon, the movie poster behind Yeowoon says "Guardian" (보호자).

And I already said in another post that Myungha in previous episodes admitted himself being Yeowoon's "guardian, protector" in the exact same word. But now this word is shown next to Yeowoon! As Yeowoon is the one who changed the main mission and has now declared himself Myungha's guardian and protector and will do his best to make him (his favourite pereson/bias/blorbo) happy. They have now both become guardians for each other. This. Goddamn. Show.

And I also want to shout out the VFX & Production team for this show – all the visual effects are very down to earth, gentle and not over the top but enhancing the series to the max. Like, maybe you wondered where on the screen does it say "Monday, August 14" and "Saturday, August 12"? Well, as expected, you see it on four monitor screens above the box office – the date, the ongoing movies (yep, still our favourite two fake movies) and available dates etc.

But when Yeowoon and Myungha agree to meet each other in the exact system time, they are facing each other without a barrier, and the screens are now counting down the time until the Game End. Instead of normally showing movies, like in the previous shot, it says "Time remaining: 3 hours, 23 minutes, 15 seconds". It was either done with VFX or practically, but still, the thought of incorporating system messages into the actual background is insane and I'm always happy to discover such details.

I don't know how many of you have motivational stairs at your schools, we definitely didn't have this but it's quite a popular thing in Korea. They put popular and uplifting sayings for students on each stair, sometimes they even quote motivational phrases from idols, like this:

And it's interesting that when system gets broken and Myungha is about to disappear, we see the deep cracks coming through the stairs, we see ruined school BUT at the same time the quotes in the show are so obviously in our focus. And they are already written (see screenshots above) in Korean and English, but I'll still write down: one is saying "Stay hungry, stay foolish" and "If you dream it, you can do it, you will succeed". So, perhaps... motivational quotes from sunbae?

And the last moment isn't heavy on translation but I still want to talk about it because cool Korean culture!xD You see the gang grilling meat on the roof (it's called samgyeopsal and it's very popular to have for gatherings), and then Myungha makes a "ssam" and feeds it to Yeowoon – but Sangwon steals it.

Ssam is a wrap, you grill meat then put it on the salad leaf, add other ingredients (like mushrooms, sauces, garlic, green onions etc, there are many side dishes) and then you wrap it in this sort of salad sack and eat it. It's very tasty and unusual combination. But the thing is! There is no way to make it for someone else and leave it on their plate so if you make a ssam wrap for someone and want to give it to a person, you literally have to feed them (like Myungha does with a very fond smile). This is why it's often seen as a romantic gesture (aka feeding someone from your fork etc) and why it's hilarious that Sangwon steals this ssam from Yeowoon (because he wants and he gets Myungha's affection and he's not above being a brat about it!)

I'm sure you can already sense it anyway without me telling you about romantic/close-friend implications, but I thought you guys might wonder why are the guys fighting over the salad leaf.

Another funny thing – Sangwon mentions "There's a saying, 'Don't scold dogs while they eat'". This is a Korean proverb "밥 먹을 때는 개도 안 때린다" ("You don't hit even a dog when it eats") which means that, no matter how annoying you find someone, no matter how angry you are, you can't scold this person while they are eating. Eating is a very important cultural thing in Asia, of course, so do not have arguments at the dinner :D But it's funny how Sangwon uses old proverbs to be mischievous and steal Myungha's love without consequences xD I adore him

I swear, this gotta be my last post about all the details in Love for Love's Sake. There is one more scene with the mirror and a caption, and I'm very curious if it means something because it was seen twice, during system breaking down scene as well, but it's either in Chinese or Japanese and I can't read it.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed your everyday magazine, I love reading all your tags and thoughts and comments, and if you want to read all my previous translations and pointed out cultural details in Love for Love's Sake, go read this tag!=)

#love for love's sake comments #love for love's sake meta #love for love's sake #bl meta #korean drama #korean bl #bl series #love supremacy zone #myungha x yeowoon #tae myungha #dropthemeta #i love hyperfocusing on the show and have amazing community to go insane over it #i love reading all your comments guys #tw suicide #tw depression

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theflyindutchwoman · 9 months

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I-I-I want you to have a successful career. I have decided to list you as the arresting officer on all future reports. But you're senior officer. I know. But you deserve to be recognized.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 4.18 - Backstabbers

The scene we've all been waiting for since Tim uttered the words save me a dance… and apparently so has he. There's something to be said about the fact that he had been looking forward to dancing with Lucy so much so that the moment they're finally alone, he immediately brings it up. That it happens at another wedding makes this even better. They've come full circle. If anything, it actually emphasises how much their relationship has blossomed since Angela's wedding. They've grown closer, getting even more comfortable with each other outside of work and in their personal life. There was a tentativeness when he asked for a dance the first time that has disappeared. Lucy looked a bit bashful then, whereas now she's just thrilled. Tim looks so carefree, which is not a word he's usually associated with. As a matter of fact, the last time he acted like this was also with her… when he was retelling his goat story. They're just being themselves, without ever feeling self-conscious around the other. They are simply in their own bubble, slow dancing to a music they're not paying attention to, forgetting the world around them… under fairy lights making the atmosphere completely romantic. The smile on his face when he spins her around is pure joy and happiness. The way they look at each other… she keeps looking at his lips and he's gazing at her so lovingly… There's a certain irony in the fact that they're both in relationships, and still, they never look at their partners like that… not even remotely close. This moment is full of love and adoration. And respect.

This is another part that mirrors the original scene as well. Back at Angela's wedding, Tim was praising Lucy for her success on her first solo undercover op. This time, he takes a step further and shows how much he values her and her abilities by letting her take credit on all future reports. He may be dismissive at first, be it with her pursuing undercover work or her being (rightfully) upset about having her achievements downplayed or credited to someone else… but he actually pays attention to what Lucy says and reflects on his actions, on how he can do or be better. Because at the end of the day, he wants her to succeed and will always support her. Lucy's reaction is incredibly touching. She looks moved, to the point where she deflects a bit and takes the occasion to fluster him. But it's apparent how much it means to her to have his understanding and his approval, considering her lack of support system outside her Mid-Wilshire family… and considering her best friend is no longer there. His unwavering faith is so important : not just because he was her training officer, but because he's someone she respects and admires a lot. His I know alone says so much on how he feels. The tone he's using is so soft. The way they always go to bat for each other is really special… combined with their joy at being together, and it makes this moment that much sweeter. They always manage to blur the lines, talking about their personal lives in the shop, talking about work in a private setting. And that dichotomy between the romantic atmosphere and their conversation about the job just works perfectly for them.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #4.18 #2.06 #3.14 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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waitmyturtles · 7 months

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At a bar in Euljiro, one of Seoul’s up-and-coming hip neighborhoods, two voices intertwined in a duet. One was high-pitched, the other an octave lower.

But there was only one singer, a 27-year-old named jiGook. The other voice was a recording made years ago, before he began his transition and hormone therapy deepened his voice.

“I don’t want to forget about my old self,” he told the 50 or so people at the performance, a fund-raiser for a group that supports young L.G.B.T.Q. Koreans. “I love myself before I started hormone therapy, and I love myself as who I am now.”

Like many other South Korean singers, jiGook, who considers himself gender fluid, transmale and nonbinary, wants to be a K-pop star. So do Prin and SEN, his bandmates in QI.X, a fledgling group that has released two singles.

What makes them unusual is that they are proudly out — in their music, their relationship with their fans and their social activism. They call themselves one of the first openly queer, transgender K-pop acts, and their mission has as much to do with changing South Korea’s still-conservative society as with making music.

In the group’s name — pronounced by spelling out the letters — Q stands for queer, I for idol and X for limitless possibilities. Park Ji-yeon, the K-pop producer who started QI.X, says it is “tearing down the heteronormative walls of society.”

Very few K-pop artists, or South Korean entertainers in general, have ever been open about being lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or queer. Though the country has become somewhat more accepting of sexual diversity, homophobia is still prevalent, and there are no legal protections against discrimination.

For entertainers, coming out is seen as a potential career killer, said Cha Woo-jin, a music critic in Seoul. That applies even to K-pop, despite its young, increasingly international fan base and its occasional flirtation with androgyny and same-sex attraction.

“K-pop fans seem to accept the queer community and imagery so long as their favorite stars don’t come out explicitly,” Mr. Cha said.

That’s not a compromise that QI.X is willing to make.

The bandmates’ social media accounts, which promote their causes along with their music, are up front about who they are. So are their singles, “Lights Up” (“The hidden colors in you / I see all the colors in you”) and “Walk & Shine,” which Mx. Park says “celebrates the lives and joy of minorities.”

“Someday, we want to be on everyone’s streaming playlist,” said Prin, 22.

As a producer, Mx. Park, 37, who identifies as queer and nonbinary, has worked on hits for well-known K-pop acts like GOT7 and Monsta X. But she wanted to make music that spoke directly to people like her, with “an artist who could encapsulate our lives, love, friendships and farewells.”

She met some of the QI.X members through a K-pop music class she started in 2019, designed with queer performers in mind. (In other classes, she said, “It was assumed that female participants only wanted to learn girl-group songs and male participants only boy-group songs.”)

SEN, 23, said that when Mx. Park asked her to join QI.X, “it was as if a genie in a bottle had come to me.”

SEN had been a dancer and a choreographer for several K-pop management agencies, including BTS’s agency, Big Hit Entertainment, now known as HYBE. The people she worked with knew she was queer, and they were welcoming.

But whenever she auditioned to join an idol group, she said, she “never fit the bill for what they wanted.” People would say she was too short or boyish, or comment about her cropped hair.

That’s not an issue for QI.X, which doesn’t aspire to the immaculately styled look of the typical K-pop act (and, in any case, couldn’t afford the ensemble of stylists those groups have). Individuality, they say, is part of the point.

QI.X often performs at fund-raisers, for L.G.B.T.Q. and other causes, and sees its music as inseparable from its activism. Maek, for instance, an original member who sang on both singles but is on hiatus from the group, works for the Seoul Disabled People’s Rights Film Festival and volunteers for a transgender rights organization.

With no support from a management agency, Mx. Park and the group do everything themselves. They handle their own bookings and manage their social media presence, recording videos themselves to post on TikTok and Instagram.

Many of the videos are shot at LesVos, an L.G.B.T.Q. bar in Seoul that often serves as QI.X’s studio and rehearsal hall. Myoung-woo YoonKim, 68, who has run LesVos since the late 1990s, grew up at a time when lesbians were practically invisible in South Korea. “I would often think, ‘Am I the only woman who loves women?’” they said.

The QI.X members adore Mx. YoonKim, whom they call hyung, a Korean word for older brother. During a recent video session at LesVos, after dozens of increasingly comical lip-syncing takes of “Walk & Shine,” Mx. YoonKim started to join in. Before long, everyone was bent over with laughter.

To a casual observer of K-pop, it might seem surprising that so few of its artists are out. As Mr. Cha, the music critic, notes, L.G.B.T.Q. imagery has been known to surface in K-pop videos and in ads featuring its stars.

Some critics see this phenomenon as “queerbaiting,” a cynical attempt to attract nonconformist fans — or to deploy gender-bending imagery because it’s seen as trendy — without actually identifying with them. To Mr. Cha, it suggests that K-pop has a substantial queer fan base, and that some artists might simply be expressing their identities to the extent they can.

Mr. Cha thinks the taboo against entertainers’ coming out reflects a general attitude toward pop culture in South Korea: “We pay for you, therefore don’t make us uncomfortable.” (Similar attitudes seem to prevail in Japan, where one pop idol recently made news by telling fans he was gay.)

QI.X’s fans, who call themselves QTZ (a play on “cuties”), love the group for charging over that boundary. Many are overseas and follow the group online, leaving enthusiastic messages. “I’m so happy I can finally have an artist in the K-pop industry that I can relate to on a gender level, on a queer level,” one said in a video message to the group. “I’m so excited for you!”

The band also gets hateful messages, which its members do their best to ignore. Prin, 22, is optimistic that attitudes in South Korea are changing. (Joining QI.X was Prin’s way of coming out as gender queer, but friends were much more surprised by the news that Prin was in an idol group.)

The biggest show of QI.X’s career, so far, was in July at a Pride event, the Seoul Queer Culture Festival. In recent years, it had been held at Seoul Plaza, a major public square. But this year, the city denied organizers permission to hold it there, letting a Christian group use the space for a youth concert instead.

Activists saw that as discrimination, though the city denied it. Conservative Christians are a powerful force in South Korean politics, having lobbied successfully for years to block a bill that would prevent discrimination against gay, lesbian and transgender people. Organizers held the festival in Euljiro.

For its set, QI.X had about 20 backup performers, some of whom were their friends (Mx. YoonKim was one of them). They had rehearsed only once together, on the festival stage that morning, because they hadn’t had the money to rent a big studio.

Christian protesters were picketing the festival, some with signs that read “Homosexuality not human rights but SIN.” But fans were there, too. As QI.X sang “Lights Up” and “Walk & Shine,” hundreds crowded in front of the stage, many wearing headbands that were purple, the group’s color. There were Pride flags, and signs that read “We only see you QI.X.”

Hours later, the excitement still hadn’t faded for QI.X. “I felt alive for the first time in a while,” SEN said.

Text by Jin Yu Young, photos by Chang W. Lee (if you have a NY Times subscription or a free trial, the videos and photos of this piece are wonderful!)

#qi.x #lgbtq+#lgtbq+ rights in south korea

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myobsessionsspace · 3 months

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Hi hi,

I'm also having wine, Salud! Now that we've had some time to digest episode 6 of the Monuments doc (did you see it?) do you have any thoughts regarding the scene and set up inside Jimin’s kitchen? Did it strike you as odd that we got a scene there at all?? That JK was there? That they decided to set it up and that the scene became (or was set up to be) a moment to talk about Jimin’s depression as remarked by an unnamed 'friend'?

Hope you have a lovely night. 🌙

Oh! Cheers to you too!

I love a hearty glass of wine to unwind or an Old Fashioned. I wonder if anyone else is also drinking wine right now with us (it’s always after 5 somewhere right 😊)?

I did watch it! I admit I’m one of those that shares a family members’ account and so was able to watch all the episodes when they aired.

Jimin’s Place

I don’t really know how to feel about Jimin and Jungkook having a parts of the episode together at Jimin’s place. It did feel weird because Jimin in particular had until recently not shown use even the edges of his TV! Us loosing it over his billboard number 1 live and seeing a chair?! Then the live with his house tour?? I still don’t believe that was not a dream

All I can say is it’s Jimin’s place and if he allowed the cameras in, in 2022, when this was filmed then he was comfortable enough. He had confidence in the show showing what he felt comfortable with showing. Jin, Hobi, Jungkook & Yoongi didn’t show their places, so if he didn’t want to, I’m sure he wouldn’t have to.

What was the reason 🗣️

I kinda felt like the whole point of the show was to continue the mantra of Bangtan, that they love ARMY and they love each other, among other things.

I found it crazy sus that they showed the members as a whole unit and they showed them as individuals but the only two they showed in different setting was Jikook, not just cooking, drinking, talking and eating together but also making music together, with the parts of the recording of ‘Letter’ being shown.’

It was soo hard to ignore though!! They literally had Yoongi eating chicken alone, Namjoon cleaning his place alone, Tae chilling in his place and eating alone but Jikook cooking together, eating together, laughing together, being introspective and honest in front of each other.

What does it meeaaaannnn?!

The same way it’s being drummed into our heads that BTS love performing, love ARMY, love each other and are also individuals…I feel like it was also being drummed into our heads the reality of the closeness of Jikook?

That one can call the other over and they spend time together and do thing none group/work related. BUT that they also can rely on each other in anyway work related, including solo works. That there is nothing not accessible to each other when it comes to Jikook?

Jungkook has access to Jimin’s home, kitchen and also studio sessions during their solo careers, that Jimin can call on him and give him that access, that it’s mutual?

I mean we not only have this from the Monuments show, we have their companionship enlistment and the ‘coming soon’ Jimin & Jungkook show. It’s like neon signs on the closest duo in the group, at least to me. I LIVE! I LOVE IT! I can’t wait for more of it, however Jikook want to give it to us.

The ‘Friend’

In regards to the ‘friend’ that Jimin speaks about in his story, the one he had a little fight with, that he went to help move the next day and said he thought Jimin might be depressed. I personally don’t think it was Jungkook.

For me, it’s just because I don’t see the need to think that Jikook are each other’s only friends and only people they know. We know Jimin is a very loyal and loving friend. We know that he has friends that aren’t famous as well as those that are. Him not mentioning the name of his friend and just referring to them as ‘friend’ may not have been due to him ‘hiding in plain sight’ with Jungkook but more like just protecting the privacy of a non-celeb friend OR a celeb friend.

If Jimin wanted to say ‘Jungkookie and I were having a drink the other day and talking’ he could have, it would have been no different than him saying how Jungkook came to his hotel room several times day or night, multiple times on live and on the PTD DVDs. No different than him talking and drinking with Jungkook there in camera.

I do feel like Jungkook had heard the story before, but not because Jungkook was the friend in question, but because Jikook are close and talk to each other and Jimin would most likely have told Jungkook about this around the time it happened.

Thank you for the ask!🫶

💜

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“Guys, I think Jack is avoiding me.” Maryse said as she sat across Doja and Saweetie, they had decided to get brunch as they hadn’t seen each other in a while.

Taking a sip of her water, Doja spoke first. “That man is obsessed with you, I refuse to believe that.”

Saweetie nodded in agreement, “Yeah, girl that man would crawl in your skin if he could.”

While all that was true, something didn’t feel right. Running a hand through her hair she explained further. “Well yeah but he’s been acting differently since I told him I was going to be gone all fall to tour.”

The conversation they had a couple days ago continued to play in her head. “So, where do I fall in this?” Maryse could remember not knowing how to properly answer the question. For some reason, it felt deeper than just missing her while she toured.

“Hm, maybe he’s just scared he’s going to lose you. He’s never dated anyone that actually has a career. No offense to his ex’s, so I’m sure it’s going to be quite an adjustment, same with you as well.” Doja told her

“Yeah,” Saweetie continued “I mean you never had to deal with much distance before either, that loser ex of yours was home every week.”

Maryse rolled her eyes at the mention of Nate and sighed. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to miss him, but after our phone call it felt like he was giving up before we could even try.” She told them sadly.

Doja and Saweetie gave each other a look feeling sad for their friend. “Look girl,” Doja spoke first, “it sounds to me that you need to have a conversation with Jack. Like a real one, not one of those quick conversations over the phone.”

Maryse nodded knowing they were right.

“Don’t worry too much about it.” Saweetie said and raised her glass “Now, let’s toast to you going on tour with fucking Coldplay.” They clinked their glasses together and took a sip of the drinks, Maryse pretended to listen as the girls talked while she continued to think about her situation with Jack.

***

Urban looked down at his phone in confusion.

“Hey, Jack.” He called out to his friend who was sitting at the table writing. Jack looked at him in acknowledgement “Hm?” before continuing to write.

“Is your phone turned off? Maryse just texted me saying that she’s been trying to contact you all morning.” Urban asked, confused, he was actually shocked Jack wasn’t with her right now. It’s usually the first place he goes when he steps foot in New York.

“Nah, it’s on.” Jack said, still not looking up, and continuing to scribble in his notebook.

That made Urban even more confused, and slightly concerned. “Y’all, get in an argument or something? You’re usually up her ass.” He said with a chuckle

Jack didn’t find that funny “I just don’t want to be on my phone right now, geez. I’m not up Maryse’s ass either, I’m my own person. I’m just trying to write this verse for EST and not be bothered.”

Urban just stared at him wide eyed. Shocked that he was speaking of Maryse that way.

“Okay, dude. I don’t know what your problem is but I hope you fix it soon. Don’t take that energy to the Today Show.” Urban said with a roll of his eyes, and left the hotel room.

When Urban got to the hallway he didn’t know whether or not to tell Maryse he was in a bad mood or tell her a little white lie. Deciding to be honest, he texted Maryse letting her know Jack was working on music and that he seemed to be stressed but reassured her that Jack would be by later after rehearsals.

***

Not wanting to cause a scene Maryse stayed at home to watch Jack’s performance on the Today Show, she didn’t hear from him at all the day before other than him sending a text saying that he loved her, and that he would come to her place as soon as he was done performing.

Maryse was worried about him, something was off with him. The sparkle that was usually in his eyes when he performed was gone, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. The reasoning had to be something deeper than just being exhausted.

When Jack walked in the door later that morning, it looked like the whole world was sitting on his shoulders. She immediately dragged him to the couch and settled into his lap and wrapped her arms around him.

They sat in silence as they soaked in each other’s presence with Jack’s head resting on the inside of Maryse’s neck. The past few weeks had Jack spiraling in his anxiety with him constantly telling Jason “yes” to appearances, hardly having a moment's peace.

Jack lifted his head, squeezing Maryse to get her attention. “I love you, Maryse.”

Maryse was slightly caught off guard by the deepness and emotion of his voice. She had to blink back tears before sharing the sentiment.

It was quiet for such a long time she would’ve thought Jack was asleep if he wasn’t pressing small kisses to her neck every few minutes.

“Do you wanna watch tv?” Maryse asked, motioning towards the television and running her other hand through his curls. Jack didn’t say anything but gave a simple nod. Maryse slid off his lap and sat beside him now on the couch, legs draped across his legs.

“You don’t have to but if there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here, baby.” She wanted to remind him that she's there for him, no matter what. Jack knew that was his chance to open up, but something was stopping him.

Maryse felt him let out a sigh next to her. “I’m fine, M. I’m just happy to be next to you finally. I’m sorry I’ve been kinda distant lately.”

She nodded, “It’s okay.” It wasn’t okay and it upset her but she would bring that up later.

“Let’s just take a nap, okay.” Jack nodded once more, falling asleep almost immediately. Maryse stayed up thinking about what was going to happen next month when they’re apart.

Hours had passed and Jack was still sleeping next to her, Maryse knew she needed to get up and go to the studio. She promised Saweetie she would hop on a song for her.

As she tried to sneak out Jack’s arms, he woke up.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked before rubbing his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

“I’m going to the studio to record something for Saweetie.” She told him while trying to find her shoes.

“Can’t you do that later? I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Reaching down to give him a kiss on the check. “I won’t be gone long I promise.”

As she turned back around, she was immediately pulled back by Jack tugging on the hoodie she had thrown on causing her to fall on top of where he was laid on the couch. Jack pressed his lips to hers passionately. As much as she wished she could stay and kiss him, work had to be done.

“Please, stay.” Jack almost whined.

“I’ll be gone only for a few hours, you big baby.” Maryse told him jokingly, grabbing her tote bag she always takes to the studio. Turning back around Jack’s face was full of frustration.

“We haven’t seen each other for longer than 24 hours in weeks with us both traveling.” Maryse crossed her arms, hugging herself. “I told you, I’m only going to be gone for three hours, top. It’s not that big of a deal.” She didn’t understand why he was getting so upset.

Jack ran a hand over his face before speaking again. “I finally convinced Neelam and Jason to push back some meetings today so I could spend the day with you.”

She was getting annoyed now. “While I appreciate that, I didn’t ask you to do that for me.”

“Sorry for thinking you wanted to spend time with me.” Jack muttered back, the stress and anxiety was starting to creep back up, making him tense.

Maryse rolled her eyes. “Jackman, please.” She said sternly. “You know I would spend time with you every waking moment if I could. I can’t just rearrange my studio time because you’re here.”

“I just want to spend time with you, Maryse!” Jack’s voice started to raise slightly.

“Why don’t you come with me then, you can see what I’m working on.” Maryse suggested anything to stop this disagreement.

It was Jack’s turn to roll his eyes. “No, I just want to spend time with you and do something that doesn’t involve one of us working. I just find it funny how I can move things around but you can’t.”

“Again, I never asked you to do that.” Arms still crossed over her chest.

“I did it because I love you!” He shot back.

Maryse huffed, turning around and walking towards the window in her apartment. Needing a moment to breathe. “Jack, I’m starting to feel like you’ve been trying to make me feel guilty for being busy and being gone for long periods. My career is important to me, I can’t just drop everything for you.”

“Making you feel guilty?! No, this is about you not making me or our relationship for that matter a fucking priority.”

She breathed out a heavy sigh and shook her head. Jack wasn’t going to back down any time soon, and she didn’t feel like arguing anymore “I’m going to the studio now, don’t wait around.” Slamming the door behind her.

When Maryse got to the studio Saweetie was already at the soundboard. “Hey girl!” She said turning around in her seat, her smile dropped when she saw the look on her friend's face.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.

“Jack and I just got in our first fight.” Maryse said as she pulled a chair up next to her friend.

“About what?”

Running a hand through her hair, “Jack wants to change my whole schedule up to be with him. He wanted me to cancel on you because he apparently pushed back meetings to hang with me since he was in town for the Today Show this morning. Which I never asked him to do.”

Before Saweetie could respond Maryse continued venting. “You and Doja were right, his ex’s always followed him around, changing their schedules for him. I don’t think he likes that I’m just as busy as he is.”

Saweetie nodded her head acknowledging her friend's feelings. “One thing I’ve learned is that there’s always room to grow, you guys seriously need to have a conversation about this. That’s the only way to handle this. As soon as you leave here you both need to talk. Don’t let the issue linger.”

“Yeah I will, this is just making me so upset.” Maryse told her friend. She hated arguing and hated it even more with Jack.

Saweetie pulled her into a hug, “You guys will get through this.” Maryse nodded, having a hard time believing her.

As promised Maryse finished recording in less than three hours, when she got back in her car she checked her phone to see if Jack texted her in those three hours. She was disappointed to see that he hadn’t tried texting or calling.

The closer she got to her apartment the more guilty she felt for leaving the way she did. While she quite didn’t understand where Jack was coming from she shouldn’t have snapped at him.

To say she was hurt when she walked inside and saw it empty was an understatement. Jack hated her now, and probably thought she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe he was right, maybe she did put her career above him sometimes. But still felt like her feelings were valid as well. She can’t drop everything to be with him, even if she wanted to.

Going to her room to cry herself to sleep she stopped on her tracks when she saw a bouquet of flowers on her bedside table.

Walking to the flowers she pulled the card immediately to read it. “I love you.”

Maryse pulled the card to chest and closed her eyes as tears started falling. Crawling into bed, she still held onto the card. Pulling her phone out her hoodie she texted Jack. “I love you too.” sighing when she saw he left her on read.

It was harder than normal to fall asleep that night without Jack next to her knowing he was in town. She didn’t know what she was going to do if they didn’t talk this out before things escalated, especially with tour coming up.

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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What do you think the slashers would get up to in a more normal world where they just got therapy and DIDN'T kill anyone? Like I think Brahms would've become a composer tbh, I headcanon he writes his own music? And Tommy'd probably still just work in the slaughterhouse or, if the slaughterhouse still closed down, as a farmhand??

What if the Slashers never became Slashers?

Thomas Hewitt

If the slaughterhouse never shut down, Thomas would definitely still be working there. It's the only real job available for people in that town, for many it will be their first and last job.

However, if the slaughterhouse still closed down and Charlie didn't instantly jump to cannibalism, Thomas would be eager to get back to work.

I see him working physical labour. Thomas knows that his strengths are, well...he's strength.

I could see him working as a farmhand or in construction of some sort.

Plus, it would really work on his confidence. Having a job where his natural size and strength were something to be proud of, that helps him and makes him effective.

Hopefully he'll get some nicer co-workers...I just want him to be happy.

Michael Myers

Michael is in therapy his whole childhood. His family spot the early signs that cause concern and get him help.

He's still pretty quiet, not super social, but not mute or irresponsive.

I remember reading a post ages ago about Michael receiving effective therapy and receiving consistent support from his family and I wanted to link it here but I couldn't find it again, I feel like that said everything I want to say 😂

Anyway, maybe he still spends some time in Smith's Grove but gets released back into he parent's care.

He develops a really good relationship with Laurie. She grows up visiting him and becomes an encouraging factor in his therapy.

In this universe, I suppose Michael would be a 'functioning psychopath' if that's what you want to call it. He'd still have a personality disorder but he has developed coping mechanisms to help him in life.

It's difficult to say what he might go on to do career wise but I think for Michael it's more important and interesting to think about his interpersonal relationships.

Jason Voorhees

Camp counsellor Jason!

Now, I can see this going two ways.

Firstly, lets say Jason loved camp. He made at least one friend, got to a bunch of fun activities, summer camp was the best time of year for him even if it wasn't perfect.

In this case, Jason would go back to work there so he could give other shy and bullied kids the same experience.

Alternatively, everything went the same expect Jason didn't drown. He was still thrown into the lake, the kids still laughed, the counsellors still weren't around, but he somehow survived.

He would have still hated camp but that would be what motivates him to go and work there.

He wanted it to be better for other kids, to make sure that if another poor child got tossed into the lake, there would be a counsellor around to protect/save them. He would be there for them.

Brahms Heelshire

As much as I love the idea of Brahms becoming a composer, I have to admit that I have less faith in him.

Assuming that his parents still spoiled him beyond belief and let him get away with shit, just no fires or death or anything, Brahms would be a little shit his whole life.

He'd become a rich fuckboi.

He'll have gone to some private school.

He'd have every opportunity to become a composer, so it's absolutely possible, I just imagine he would go through a 'rebellious' phase.

He's smart and I'd imagine he'd get pretty good grades, it will just take him some time to calm down and actually get his mind set on a career.

He's going to be living off of his family's money for a while.

But maybe he ends up being a composer and becomes his best self...

Bo Sinclair

I can see a few options for Bo.

I think he would still be a bit of a wild card in his teenage and young adult years but in the end I think his brothers are still important to him and he would want to stay close.

He might help Vincent run Ambrose a little.

If he does have a genuine passion or talent when it comes to cars, he might become a legit mechanic. I imagine he likes the process of fixing up cars, it gives him something to focus on.

I could also see him owning his own bar, somewhere near Ambrose, he and Vincent sending business each other's way.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent stays at the wax museum.

He continues his mother's legacy and brings a whole new life to the infamous House of Wax. He modernises the museum while still paying tribute to his mother.

And he does a good job, managing to bring a whole new life to Ambrose again. The tourist just keep coming to visit the House of Wax.

Maybe he even sticks to the Town of Wax idea and fills the abandoned town with wax figures but in a less murdery way.

That would serve to bring more tourists in.

I like the idea that he also sells some of his artwork, kind of like a side hustle.

His main focus is the House of Wax but he occasionally sells his other creations.

Lester Sinclair

Sure, Lester might just stick with his roadkill clean up gig but I think he is likely to remain close to his brothers either way.

I kind of like the idea of Bo being a mechanic and Lester working with him, likely his only employee but Bo can be a bit of a control freak.

Lester is a simple guy and finds joy in the smalls things.

Whatever job he has, he's likely happy with it.

He lives for time at home with Jonesy or dinners with his brothers.

And he's always more than happy to help Vincent out around Ambrose.

Bubba Sawyer

He would love to just work on his family's farm. Family is important to Bubba and I think he would love farm work.

He wouldn't mind working out in the sun, planting and tending to crops.

He doesn't mind the heavy lifting and manual labour.

However, he would love working with the animals.

He would work so well with them and they would love him.

Just imagine Bubba cuddling a little baby cow!!!

Billy Lenz

Hmmm Billy's is kinda difficult.

We don't get to know much about him but I headcanon that he's a big fan of movies and tv.

Maybe he had a part time job in a movie theatre as a teenager, just feeding his love for media.

Anyway, he goes through a shit ton of therapy. And it's effective in this case.

Maybe after leaving the institution he received his care in, he'd go back to school.

Hopefully he will find a passion for something there, starting to develop a more clear plan for his future.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

I mean, I think I've made my stance on this pretty clear.

Professor Emory.

He teaches entomology, of course.

The students either love him or hate him. He's very strict but if you perform well in his class, he'll take that into consideration.

In his time off, he's a pretty secluded person, preferring his own company.

He sticks with his usual hobbies, just with bugs instead of people.

His home is covered in preserved specimens, it's a genuine hobby that hasn't been twisted horrifically.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Jesse likes power and he likes money.

So, with the less psychopathic, sadistic, murderous desires, he's going to be a CEO of some successful business.

It's difficult to picture Jesse in anything but that black suit of his.

However, in that one flashback we get in the second film, it seems that his father was a mortician.

So if certain fetishes hadn't formed, maybe he would take over his father's business, owning his own mortuary.

Otis Driftwood

I think in a world were Otis wasn't already obsessed with death and torture, meeting the Fireflies would have been great for him.

They're an eccentric bunch but they'd love him unconditionally.

Otis doesn't want to do anything big with his life, especially not with his career. He still wants to focus mostly on having fun, so he gets small job to make some money.

Probably working with Spaulding at the gas station or in some dive bar.

That being said, I don't see a world where Otis is a model citizen.

He might not be a murder in this universe but he has a history of violence, stupid bar fights and the like. He's also a bit of a petty thief.

If some drunk leaves his wallet on the bar...he can't not take it.

Baby Firefly

The last thing Baby wants to do it work. She just wants to focus as much time as she can on having fun.

Plus, she can't stay focused on one thing long enough to hold down a job with a real boss.

She knows how to get things for free, how to get other people to pay for things, how to get her family to give her what she needs.

It's in her name! She's the baby of the family, they'd do anything for her.

Her and Otis have mastered the art of petty theft.

The two of them can be quite the con artists when they put their mind to it.

However, I can see her doing the hair, makeup, and nails of local women in the area for some pocket money.

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A Work Proposal - Intro

Pairing: O8T x reader Word Count: 3.4K Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff Warnings: 18+, minors dni, Suggestive Themes, Swearing

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career.

You had heard the rumors, everyone had, it was almost an unacknowledged secret in the company, it was probably the same in every company though, people loved to make up shit about artists they thought they knew, artists they wished they could be. Worse still was the constant threat of these rumors gaining traction due to crazy fans or wronged employees.

Working as a receptionist for JYP had not been "the dream" for you rather a way to ern some much needed cash to keep you afloat until you could decide on your career. But you were good at your job and proved to those around you that you could be relied upon so you rose through the ranks and were now in Artist Management. The people you got to work with had been genuinely amazing and they paid you well to not spill the tea to the press which you were happy to not do. You would never want to cause any of the groups you had worked with problems especially since problems appeared on the daily it seemed anyway.

So it did surprise you slightly when in a deserted hallway you overheard Chan saying that Changbin needed to do a better job hiding his 'song hooks' because he had nearly been caught a few nights earlier by Ha Eun, one of the other staffers, that you used to work with when you were part of the Itzy team. You knew they would often work late it was common for most of the idols to do so but no one did it quite like the 3Racha boys they were often working all hours of the night. The Danceracha boys were just as committed working late into the night locked away in their dance studio and some late evenings before you left you would spend your last hour playing messenger between the two studios running directions and answers between the two groups.

You would never ask the boys about it, that would be far too embarrassing and not to mention rude, what they did and who they spent time with in their own time was there business not yours and you were happy to draw that line in the sand the less you knew the less you had to secret keep. But that being said you were sometimes curious they were after all some of the most attractive men you had ever had the privilege of knowing so you couldn't help the curiosity that came with getting to know them on a more personal level nor could you ignore you own fantasies about them.

Your chance came a month after you overheard Chan scolding Changbin when you were working far later than usual to prepare for the upcoming promotional schedule. Once again the company had asked that the group be given far more activities than you were comfortable with, the risk of exhaustion and injury were always factors that you worried about, and you needed to find a way to ensure they had at least some time to rest properly. Not thinking about the time you headed towards the studios you knew the kids were currently occupying you knocked on the dance studio door first hoping to catch Minho to discuss the choreography changes that had needed to be made to the music video routine. The door swung open harder and faster than you were expecting.

"Your finally here" you heard Felix groan before lips crashed into yours fiercely causing you to gasp in shock which seemed to only encourage Felix to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss. His hands pulled you to him by your hips pressing you firmly against the bulge that was forming in his sweatpants. Your body reacted to him without your brain kicking in and you were kissing him back before you could even comprehend what you were doing he pulled away opening his eyes.

"Fuck" he yelped panicking stepping back from you quickly. As you just blinked rapidly waiting for your brain to re-engage with the rest of your body "I'm so sorry. I-I shit I thought you were someone else. Fuck I'm so so sorry" his desperate apology snapped you back to yourself.

"I got that Felix" you whispered looking at the floor hoping a hole would appear for you to fall into to hide. The music in the room had since stopped and you could hear whispers from Hyunjin and Minho behind him. "I see that you are busy and I will see you tomorrow" You rattled of quickly turning on your heel and briskly walking back towards the offices.

"Wait! I really am sorry. I would never mean to just grab you like that" He called after you his face and ear bright red as he looked both embarrassed and upset. You stopped half way down the hallway and took a few steps back towards him.

"I know and I'm not upset Felix I'm just flustered and shocked but lets forget it for now and we can always talk about it another time ok?" Your eyes softened as you saw him look relieved at least that you weren't going to freak out on him. He nodded and went back to the dance studio and you went back to your desk to calm back down.

You tried to get your mind to slow back down and think about anything other than the delicious way Felix kissed you, or the heat that began creeping into the pit of your stomach as he pulled you against him to deepen it. Realizing that you had no hope of concentrating back on your work you decided that you would try to get the final stuff to Chan to look at before you would call it a night.

Packing your things and heading back down the hallway you made sure to move past the dance studio and invisibly as you could so as to not draw any attention to yourself. Your cheeks were still warm from the memory there was no reason to make it any worse for yourself but thankfully the music was going again and whatever was happening on the other side of the door was not interested in you being there.

You arrived at Chan's studio and knocked before stepping back from the door and waiting for Chan you didn't want to interrupt his work flow too much so you usually waited for him to answer rather than just barge in. You knew he was in he told you he and and the guys had some producing to do tonight so you got out your phone and texted him telling him you were outside and needed to give him something before you went home. When that still didn't rouse him you figured they must have their headphones on and it could just wait until morning. As you started sliding the work USB drive back into your bag the door creaked open and a flustered looking Chan appeared before you.

"Why are you still here so late?" He asked trying to sound as casual as possible. You were grabbing the drive back out of your bag and hadn't yet looked at him properly.

"Upcoming promotions you know how it is. Anyway here is the final drafts of the schedule you need to go over with the kids before I send it back for approval. Just sometime in the next day would be great" You smiled genuinely at him as you took in his appearance, his hair was fluffy as though he had been running his hands through it, his forehead was sweaty and that is when you noticed his shirt was inside out and he had the distinct smell of sex about him.

"Oh thanks. I'll get it back to you by lunch" He grinned before turning to re enter the studio.

"Chan, your shirt is inside out just so you know" you added absentmindedly to caught up in the way he looked and smelt, your eyes widened as your realised what you said leaving before you could see how mortified he looked or before he could see that you were once again flustered.

You headed home trying not to think about how amazing Felix's lips had felt on yours or how sweet he tasted as he kissed you, trying to shake how good the smell of sex smelt when it was mixed with Chan or how much you would have liked to be to one pulling off his shirt and running your fingers through his hair. You couldn't be thinking these things you worked with them any sort of fraternization in that way was strictly frowned upon and you knew they would never think about you in that way. Plus you were scolding yourself for bringing up Chan's shirt like an idiot and making everything more awkward than it needed to be.

The next morning was not pleasant you had slept terribly and when you did sleep it was dreams filled with Chan and Felix. On top of that was the dread that filled you with how both of them would react to you after the series of events the night before and whether the others knew about it or not. How one night had managed to turn your whole job temporarily, you hoped, on its head was beyond you. You sluggishly showered and got dressed unsure if you should dress yourself up a little more than normal or dress yourself down. You eventually settled on your standard dark blue jeans and a white button blouse.

You did your normal coffee/juice run that you always did for them and once again you found yourself outside of the dance studio but this time it was in the day light with other artists and staff in the hallways. Taking in a deep breath you opened the door holding the stacked drink holders hoping you were not the only staff member to be in with them at this point in the morning.

"Good Morning" Jeongin called to you from the far end of the room as you placed the drinks out on the counter by their gear you had 4 coffees and 4 juices, plus your own iced latte of course, and it was far too early for anyone to be as chirpy as Jeongin.

"Morning" you smiled back hoping it was bright enough to make it unnoticeable how tired you were. Thankfully you were not alone with the guys which helped you to relax you would rather not have to launch into those conversations first thing. You sipped your coffee slowly waiting for a moment to speak to Minho after the manager had finished his discussion with the group. Setting up your tablet you began going over the planner for the day to figure out which music program you still had to speak with for schedule confirmations. Not wanting to look like you were eves dropping you sat it on the cupboard that held the sound equipment leaning against it using your elbows so you could just sip without lifting the cup. However you did not think how it would look to the rest of the room you half bent over forward leaning on the counter with you ass facing the large wall of mirrors.

"Who are you needing for your work?" He asked you from across the room still speaking with the guys

"Minho for choreography confirmations for the music video, Hyunjin for wardrobe, Han for wardrobe, Felix for hair color choice, Changbin for schedule confirmation and of course Chan for final say on all of it" You answered easily listing off your morning jobs "I'll get Seungmin and Jeongin's wardrobe finals after their vocal practice if that is easier"

"Brilliant, I'll take them to that now and I'll speak to you later about the final promo photo shoots later" you hummed in response nodding along not noticing how they guys were eyeing you as you worked as you added that to your agenda for the day. The youngest two followed their manager from the room grabbing their drink as they went.

As the door clicked you straightened up clicking on the files you needed for the stage costuming you would need to show them and turned to face the others. It wasn't until you were fully facing them you realized the heat with which some of them were looking at you, blinking owlishly for a moment you raised you eyebrows waiting for one of them to speak.

"So your needing me then kitten" Minho almost purred teasing you cheekily.

"First or last I don't mind" you sassed back feeling like sarcasm was the safest response to the weird vibe in the room. Minho chuckled in response watching you carefully. You moved over to the large couch that took up a section of the wall and sat down waiting for him to decide what game he was wanting to play. Felix came to sit beside you on your left and Hyunjin of your right, you passed the tablet to Hyunjin indicating what he needed to approve before you moved onto Han.

"Kitten" Minho began again his voice slightly lower this time "What happened last night? Did someone give you a little shock?" he teased again

"You are going to have to be more specific which someone and which shock Minho?" you threw back feeling bolder since obviously they hadn't all told each other about what had happened. Minho stopped in his tracks he was thinking he could tease you about Felix and now you had suggested something else had happened "Or maybe you want to tell me what happened and why hmm?"

"I didn't take you to be a mouthy one" Changbin suddenly piped up sniggering.

"I'm straight forward at work, I have to be that's how I get my job done and that's why I work on your team I get you what you want, when you want" you replied sassily you could feel the tension growing in the room with all the things you didn't say.

"So only mouthy when you're dressed then?" Chan challenged causing your eyes to widen dramatically as your jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Is this payback for the shirt comment? because I didn't mean for that to come out loud it just did" you pursed your lips and tilted your head looking at Chan.

"What shirt comment?" Han asked looking between the two of you

"Was this why you lost interest last night?" Changbin questioned.

"When I dropped off the last drive of work to Chan I told him his shirt was inside out. I didn't think it was that bad I mean it was just us in an empty hallway and you get me back by teasing me about how I behave in bed? Like that is in any way your business" You bristled thinking that this was all planned and they were just taking the piss.

"No, no, no Princess that is not what were doing?" Felix reassured you softly his hand gliding up your thigh tracing patterns on your jeans as he went causing you to relax and shiver slightly.

"Oh no we are not teasing you at all baby girl" Chan agreed soothingly "but Felix was asking what to do to show how sorry he was for last night since you don't really understand how we do things here and he didn't want to scare you away since we do really like having you around" You were confused Felix had told them he had kissed you but Chan hadn't mentioned his encounter with you.

"Since Idols struggle with dating" Hyunjin started placing your tablet on his other side his hand sliding onto your thigh "we have often come to find other arrangements more suitable than looking for partners outside of our little bubble"

"Is that who you were waiting on last night? Your 'arrangement'? because I don't care what you do or with who in fact it's better I don't know" You said quickly hoping to put this to rest so you could get you head back into your work and out of the gutter where it was currently sitting in thinking about Felix and Hyunjin's hands and how Chan would want you to behave while fucking you. There was a respective chuckle from all the boys as you almost squirmed under the intensity of their gazes.

"We thought if you wanted you might like to join our arrangement if it was something that might interest you" Hyunjin whispered seductively into your ear making you core clench as wetness began pooling in your underwear. You said nothing waiting for one of them to continue what they meant exactly only to be sent gasping as Felix pressed his lips gently to the skin below your earlobe.

"Oooh sensitive ones are my favorite" Minho groaned as they all edged closer to where you were sitting.

"I wonder where else gets her to gasp" Changbin grinned eyeing you like he would love to just started striping you here and now. Your cheeks were flushed as Chan leaned forward slowly cupping you face in his hand.

"Tell us to stop and we will" he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you deeply his tongue slipping between you willing lips. His kiss was deep but soft his plush lips smooth against yours as you let him pull you to your feet so he could press you to him one hand sliding down your body to you hips to hold you in place the other wrapping behind your neck to tilt your head back and deepen his kiss further, your hands grasping onto his shirt trying to ground yourself. Another set of hands began roaming your ass and thighs from behind as you heard someone else groan. Chan released you letting you breath as a third set of hands groped your breasts.

"Wait" you gasped breathing heavily "Stop" and as fast as lightening the hands touching you stopped leaving your body completely as you now stood in the ring of boys panting softly.

"Is that what happens here? you just...."you gestured around but trailed off not sure how to ask what you were trying to ask.

"Share? basically yes" Chan replied stepping a little further back from you to give you some space "But only what you would be comfortable with. Some times this arrangement has been groups of us or just a couple of us it depends what you like what you're happy with" his explanation was simple but not really something you were totally down with.

"I'm not that experienced sorry" You whispered feeling suddenly shy.

"Hold on your a virgin?" Han almost chocked out

"No I'm not a virgin but it has all been very vanilla" you mumbled sinking into yourself and thinking of ways to escape the room

"That's alright pretty baby" Felix smiled hugging you from behind trying to comfort you "I haven't been with anyone not totally, I mean I often get blow jobs and I always help out making them feel good so it's what makes you happy" you let him hug you feeling better at his confession.

"Like I said it's what makes you comfortable. If you want just one of us at a time that's ok, if your happy for the others to watch great if you just want to take it slow and just have oral with us that's great too or if you don't want to do anything with us then we will pretend this ever happened and never bring it up again" Chan took your hands in his and squeezed them to comfort you.

"Or you can just be with some of us and not others too" Han added "you don't have to sleep with all of us or any of us even if you don't to and it's only what you want to do so if you have certain things you don't like we won't do them".

"What do you say kitten? Do you want to play with us like we want you?" Minho purred again taking your hands from Chan's and lifting your chin with one finger to look him in the eye. Time stopped for a brief second as you took in the look in Minho's eyes, the feeling of Felix's hands on your hips and the taste of Chan's lips on yours.

"Yes...please" you almost whimpered causing the guys to all groan and Minho to pull you in for a rough kiss.

A/N: So this is a bit of an experiment for me so it wont be updated very frequently. Thank you for reading and reblogs, comments, and friendly advice is appreciated and adored.

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