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madelynraemunson · 5 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club Series)

this section’s pairing: bachelor!fwb!steve x fem!exotic dancer!fwb!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors SKIDDADDLE pls

Pillow Princess • deleted scene

Blissful mornings with Steve. Cooking with Shy Girl. Accidental tea with Eddie’s mug.

timeline: this takes place during the 2 week period where shy girl & eddie weren’t really speaking to each other

author’s note ✍🏼: i am so thankful for all your lovely messages about this fanfic, and all your messages about how you’ve all fallen for both steve and eddie. i also love how y’all have a little subculture of team steve & team eddie going (all while remaining respectful with the discourse) and you’re reasoning behind who shy girl is more better off being with.

that being said, i know a majority of you miss steve because eddie is being a little asshole towards us right now, so here is some steve loving as a late thanksgiving present and to celebrate 500+ notes on call me what you want (the main page)❤️‍🔥 -madelyn

NSFW — edging, biting if you look under a microscope, p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, sneaky shy girl and big boi steve; also aftercare and fluff but not really a disclaimer

word count: 1.5k words

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“You’re so pretty, baby,” Steve whispers into your ear as he slams his length into you. “Takin’ me so fucking nicely.”

You’ve learned to keep yourself as quiet as you possibly could whenever you’re over at Steve and Eddie’s. You know, ever since the last time gave you away.

This time you’re against Steve’s wall, taking him from behind in an upright doggy, simply because his headboard would’ve easily snitched on all your early morning festivities.

Steve is testing your limits this A.M., your aching core begging to at least let one little scream escape into the energy field that is his room. But you refuse, and Steve refuses, evident by him having you bite down on a rolled up shirt of his, and his threats to edge you if you dare to utter a noise.

And taking Steve while standing? While he pounds into you at that particular angle? It was an all access pass to complete bliss, a fast track ticket to heaven on earth. You do your best to not cum, because Steve would edge you too if you dared. It does require the utmost strength, though because the little nerves that surround your fucked-out cunt were constantly going off like a firework show.

Steve moves your hair out of your way as he thrusts, mindful to give you soft little kisses against the crook of your neck.

You let out a resigned whimper.

“Shhh,” Steve shushes you with a slight chuckle. “Eddie’s gonna hear.”

“L-let him,” you manage to utter through your pleasure. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Steve’s hands travel down to your hips, resting there briefly before going to spread your asscheeks apart, just so the conceited King can see firsthand the damage he’s causing your sore little pussy.

You moan into his shirt as you bite down harder.

“Are you getting close, baby?” Steve asks you, pummeling into you as he rubs your clit. “Is my pillow princess about to cum all over me?”

“Mm — mhm,” you manage. “You just feel so fucking good, Steve.”

“I know, I know,” he whispers as he nibbles your ear. “You can do it, baby. Just wait for me.”

You and Steve chase your orgasms together as the sun goes up.

Right in time for breakfast.

You make your way into Steve’s shower, getting the warm water started as he rolls off his condom and washes his hands. Showering with Steve is your favorite part of aftercare, mainly because he scratches the sweet part of your scalp thoroughly when he shampoos your hair. It’s not like you expected any less, Steve Harrington as far as you know, is an expert about hair.

“Sick trophies, by the way,” you compliment him as you two wash up together.

“Oh, thanks!” Steve grins. “I was kinda thinking of squaring those away to make room for other things. Definitely don’t wanna be that guy who peaked in high school, you know?”

“I don’t think you peaked in high school.”

“Thanks, but that doesn’t change my mind,” Steve shakes his head. “I mean, I woke up without an alarm back then, I was in great shape, and just seemed a lot more laid back.”

“But now you’re a working man,” you grin. “Who does his best, has a schedule so crammed it’d make any 10th grader cry, and sometimes oversleeps because he was up all night with a stripper he was foolish enough to take home.”

Steve laughs at your remark. “You’re worth the extra hour of sleep though, Hargrove.” He kisses you softly against your lips. “Don’t you worry.”

There is one thing you wouldn’t mind Steve getting rid of in his room, though. It was a picture of him and Nancy, at the Hawkins High homecoming dance during their junior year. But of course, you don’t directly say that to him.

Your need to make Steve some pancakes only grows stronger when you hop out of the shower. Tossing one of his oversized t-shirts over your head, you strut your way into the kitchen to gather all the ingredients for your Shy Girl Grand Slam. On days where you, Billy, and Max weren’t fighting, the Grand Slam was something all of you looked forward to in the morning.

You hum to yourself as you gather the ingredients: water flour, a couple eggs, some butter, milk, vanilla extract, berries, a bowl, a mixer, and a measuring cup.

Additionally, you decide to make yourself some tea as the pancakes cook. You help yourself to a packet of Steve’s favorite Earl Grey blend and then reach for a fun little Garfield mug in the corner of the center kitchen cabinet.

There seems to be no sign of Eddie this morning so you can be as obnoxious as you want in the kitchen. You didn’t want to face him, anyway. After the awkward ordeal in his van.

“I can’t get involved with a coworker… it’ll open up another can of worms.”

Your boss’s busy life continues beyond work. Eddie usually leaves Hellfire at 6:00 pm on the week days, and makes pit stops at the grocery store and a mobile home park called Forest Hills until 9:30. So, during this time, you and Steve get takeout, watch some shows, and mess around while he’s gone. By the time Eddie is home, the house is technically asleep.

But now it’s a new day and the whole house is awake. And it’s a 50/50 chance Eddie is still home and about to catch you in the kitchen again.

A loud, obnoxious yawn startles you in place.

“GOOOD MORNING, HAWKINS!” Eddie roars while he stretches, marching his way into the kitchen.

There it is.

Of course Steve is still getting ready in his room when Eddie makes his debut. This essentially volun-tells you to acknowledge him.

Eddie flashes a curious glance your way as he saunters in, trying to come up with something to say to you because, he too, knows that this is awkward.

“Good morning, Hargrove,” Eddie attempts with you.

“Hey,” you mumble without looking at him.

Five days since he told you he couldn’t mess around with a colleague. Six days since he was doing exactly that. How could anything be normal again?

And the fucked up part is that you think about him still. The way he wrapped his arms around you and how you two swayed so comfortably in place. The way he smiles against your skin when he says something to make you blush. And you dwell on your shared trauma — his mom passing, his abusive father, his piece of shit brothers. It’s like you’re from the same universe, but at the same time worlds apart.

And now you’re, aggressively, dipping your tea bag in and out of the hot water as you think about Steve’s face when you told him about Eddie. And wanting to include Eddie. Oh how broken Steve must’ve felt. The fact that he was still willing to be your friend with benefits knowing you’re also attracted to his roommate and best friend stuns you every time. But you suppose at least some pussy is better than none.

Eddie’s eyes trail down to the mug you’re holding. You can’t really read his expression, but judging by how long he fixes his gaze, you know it means something.

“Like your mug,” is all he says.

“It stood out to me,” you explain. “I thought it was the coolest one in the cabinet.”

“Mm.”

Eddie roams carefully around the kitchen, almost if he refuses to take up space around the same time you do. He settles for a banana, fiddling around with it as he eyes you intently.

“Are you coming in today?” Eddie questions you.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “If you need dancers.”

“Of course I do,” he gives a weak smile. “You ladies keep Hellfire afloat. I wouldn’t be here without you all.”

You finally look at him. Like really look at him. Eddie’s tired eyes light up at the connection. You really want to be mad at him, fall into his arms again, but you can’t. Nonetheless, you choose to stand your ground until he apologizes.

“Okay,” you nod. “I’ll come in.”

“Awesome,” Eddie attempts a smile.

“Awesome,” you give him a tight smile back.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

When he realizes there’s nothing left to say, Eddie gathers his paperwork and the rest of his daily belongings before shuffling out the door. And like clockwork, that’s when Steve emerges from his room, with an outfit and hairstyle on the complete opposite side of the spectrum, ready to start his day.

“Hey, cutie!” Steve cheers as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Aw, that’s Eddie’s mug. His mom gave it to him before she died. He refuses to get rid of it.”

“Oh…” you said. “I had no idea. That it was his mug, I mean.”

“Wouldn’t blame you,” Steve shrugs as he gets some plates out for the both of you. “Dude usually doesn’t let anyone touch it so it typically stays tucked away. I’m surprised he let you use it this morning.”

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#Steve harrington smut #Steve harrington apologist #Steve harrington x reader #Steve x reader #steve harrington one shot

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fluffypotatey · 2 months

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Pounding my fist on the floor, 1) you KNOW most of tumblr is going to be obsessed with Macky’s stage voice. He’d be an icon for it, YouTube commercials want him voice acting for them and video game trailers like Nevercake. 2) Hilarious how Macky was all LMAO you thought you were the other guy? And how we’re all ruffled over fandom reading wrong, and then Macky gets to experience ALL of that he didn’t intend with fanonizing The Fool. Sorry bud, welcome to fandom! Also bro really thought these Swk moments would prove something and were important enough to include- 3) the mortifying ordeal of Swk talking to you but also complimenting you then insulting you and offering to collab?? 4) oh my gosh not the voice actor theories Mackey is insane, like we been knew how extra he is for the bit but if fandom caught a whiff of that things can go wildly controversial conspiracy for him, stuff like how he’s treating the voice actors/paying/crediting them properly, linking to socials, etc (but if he ever exposes the voices as done by himself they would explode) 5) Wukong persona ship reminds me of the Onceler x himself ship thing tumblr had going on. 6) Macky hears of shipping discourse and wonders what the heck is up with package delivery. 7) Stop that question is so funny, I’m going “Aw lol” at them defending their favorite silly guy but real, going mad with power XD on his way to making the next Antigone (Greek play the terrifyingly large classics fandom on tumblr calls the blueprint for tragedy, we lost a war to them and it resulted in a crack ship because fandoms are that crazy) if fandom is that picky about the tragedy. 8) the memes about Macky and PLS I’m crying this is so funny I’m gonna sob that’s his comfort character!! His self insert blorbo you’re so right he is that author who WILL complain that the curtains were blue for a reason! Literature students hate him and teachers are vindicated! You gotta interpret it correctly hahaha, this kind of behavior would baffle anyone from a whole grown man (his ass does NOT have a degree in the performing arts) didn’t go to school at all, can’t even pay his taxes don’t even got his own house he lives in Swk’s walls. But rlly being protective about who can relate to your comfort character is like, mentally ill tween behavior he gonna be under so much scrutiny

Bestie they would be on him like fucking vultures (get it? because he’s dea—)

he doesn’t get why the fandom is misinterpreting his work. like why are they focusing on some star and cloud when the real themes are centered on the sun and moon like that is his motif, how are they able to be so wrong—

ngl i dont think i would react any differently if i was in Macky’s shoes and my ex/enemy/the guy you wanna kill is gushing about your artwork while giving you a compliment sandwich and WHY IS HE ASKING TO COLLAB WHAT IS HAPPENING????

new video essay just dropped: ISPP’s creator is problematic actually and benefits off of employee abuse (followed by another essay in Macky’s defense and the concept of privacy and how fandom culture has evolved into a space where the privacy and comfortability for actors and production crews is seen as a bad thing vector “deprives the fandom from X”)

yes, i too thought of the Onceler fandom and they also apply as a reference

Macky on his thought over shipping: “I know it evolved over the years and became such an efficient tool. more efficient than i ever dreamed, but i dont see how that relates to my stories???”

the power of the ISPP compels him….to what path? that’s up to him

there would be sO many memes that come after a VA Q&A like so many (“was anyone going to tell me…” and “yeah, yeah the [bombshell of the fandom] we all know that”)

Macky would struggle so, so, sO hard with ppl misinterpreting his work 😂 he is absolutely at that level where he’ll go at arms for his characters (specifically his self-inserts) and talk about how if you watched the films THIS way them MAYBE—

#lmk #lmk 6earm4c au #asks

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kyufiber · 2 years

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#elena.txt #DISCLAIMER!!! PLS !!! do not send me super negative shit or come for my throat ok i’m Not Enabling it #like i don’t wanna start a discourse but #i’m just so tired of bts 😭😭😭 they’re like an overplayed song #like yeah it’s a good song but god bro it’s everywhere ur sick of hearing it #but it’s not like u Hate it or anything #it’s still in ur library but u skip past it every time it comes on shuffle #but u won’t remove it from ur library #wow deep metaphor big brain elena 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#but like . esp jungkook 😭😭 im so tired of him he’s so . Overdone . overhyped . idk #also guys pls before u murder me i am literally a fan of bts and have been since 2016 but like #be reasonable

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casualdadnomad · 3 years

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midoriya is autistic and i will not stand for any more neurotypical lies

#THE NOTEBOOK. THE ALL MIGHT OBSESSION AND ALL THAT MERCH.#it’s a hyperfixation moment if i ever saw one #if u have anything u wanna add pls add cause i wanna hear it #but nothing negative i’m god here and i don’t take criticism #only welcome additions are affirming my theory i am not here to have discourse #mha #bhna #midoriya #izuku midoriya #my hero academia

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dollwritesarchive · 3 years

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Bend over I'm not kidding with Yelena pls 🤤🤤🤤

includes: smut (minors DNI), rimming, spanking, some very light (and playful) degradation

part of my 4k celebration / please reblog if you enjoy !!

i’m aware that plenty of fans have interpreted one panel from one comic as proof that yelena is aroace, and i am not familiar with the comics enough, nor do i care enough about discourse, to dispute that. my writing is not meant to be canon with the comics or the mcu.

for your entertainment ;

“Yel!” you call from the hall; shuffling in the all-too revealing maid lingerie. you scoff, you can hardly call it anything besides a scrap of black and white fabric resembling a skirt that sits too high on yourself waist to be so, and a half-cup bra that has to be two sizes too small by the way your breasts overflow from it. then the thong. a tasteless, black thong, straps pulled up to your hips. the flimsy ‘skirt’ did a poor job at concealing your bare ass. gloves. garter belt. thigh-high fishnets. there had been a pair of black boots, too, but she was out of her mind if she thought you’d traipse the apartment in those killers. “There’s no way I’m wearing this. It’s way too small.”

you hear a faint scoff, and you rock on your heels. “A bet’s a bet a bet’s a bet.” Yelena sneers from the living room. “Come on, I wanna see.”

clenching one fist, you point it at the wall separating the two of you and swing through the air, as if manifesting your frustration. you hesitate.

Yelena calls to you in an arrogant, sing-song tone from the living room. “I’m waiting!”

with an indignant huff, you trample the remaining feet of the hallway and careen into the living room. Yelena is on the sofa, sprawled lazily with her legs stretched out to prop upon the coffee table in front of her. she wolf whistles when you enter. “Look at you,” crooning, a victorious smirk dances upon her tiers, which have been thoroughly saturated with liquor, “room service never looked so damn sexy.”

“Ha ha.” you offer, flat, as you watch her. your skin is hot with your shyness, and the longer you feel her eyes devouring every exposed inch of your vulnerability, the harder you find it to look in her eyes. “Can I take this off, now?”

“But you just got here! Besides, I think it’s kind of messy in here, don’t you?” Yelena purrs, deviancy twinkling behind her sultry gaze. your eyes are drawn to her stark, white teeth appearing to sink into her lower lip, dragging it into her cavern and contorting the smile she wears, before the tip of her toe pushes a half-empty bottle of vodka off of the table and on to the carpet. she bats her dark lashes, offering a poorly feigned apologetic “Oops.” before her eyes darken, watching you intently. “You’d better pick that up, baby.”

“You’re kidding.” you mutter, exasperated, as you gaze upon the leaking bottle in front of her. you could see the patch of carpet darkening as the alcohol seeps in. “What are you, twelve?”

the blonde brow arches, and she grabs a rag from beside her (lucky for her, it wasn’t the first spot of booze that had been spilled this night), tossing it at you. it hits you in the face with a muffled splat, still damp and reeking of the previous alcohol that had found its way to your poor carpet. your head turns, eyes fluttering shut and you screwed up your countenance into one of slight annoyance. “Bend over and clean it up,” she counters, sitting upright now with her palms on her spread knees, “I’m not kidding.”

you glare at her, although it’s not entirely serious. you’re not truly angry, more so miffed that she enjoyed humiliating and taunting you every chance she got. although, it wasn’t her fault that you made it so damn amusing.

“You’re such…” you start, sucking in a gust of oxygen, but you trail off when you see the smirk on her lips widening. it’s so pronounced, so distinct, because the second you lost your cool is the second she knows that she’s won. pursing your lips instead, you prance over to the mess, thankful to have your back to her, and kneel down between her feet to reach the bottle. setting it on the table upright, perhaps a little too hard, the remaining liquid sloshes against its glass prison.

“Good girl,” Yelena purrs, pressing the heel of her bare foot into the small of your back, “now arch your back like a pretty, little pussycat and show me a better view of that perfect ass.”

you bite down on your lower lip, feeling a rush of hot, wet arousal soak your pathetic excuse for a thong. doing as commanded, you arch your back and stick your ass as high in the air and on display for Yelena as you can, fumbling with the rag in your hand to scrub at the vodka soaked fibers.

she then makes a noise that doesn’t sound human; a bestial and hungry moan as both palms embrace your globes in a tender caress. “That’s more like it…” she moans, half to herself, before digits curl around the thin straps on your hips, and jerk the thong downward. “Very fucking nice, pussycat.”

your breath is caught in the lump in your throat, heart pounding against your rib cage when you feel her lips on the bare flesh of your ass. they’re genteel and loving at first, a trail of sugary kisses and swirls of her cool tongue, spelling her own name on your skin in saliva. marking you as hers. but she soon becomes hungry and impatient, and sinks her teeth into one portion of your cheek. you nearly come out of your skin, and her palm comes down with an equally cruel whack to the other.

“You look so delicious, pussycat,” she coos, massaging the tender area where she just spanked. her other hand replaces her mouth and does the same, manipulating the heavy globes in every direction as if you were made of playdoh. “All wrapped up in this little outfit, on all fours on the floor beneath me, you look damn good in this position. Nice and vulnerable.”

“Yelena—“ you shudder, hips pressing back in contrary to your inquiry, “do you want me to clean the vodka off the floor or do you want to eat my pussy? I’m afraid you’re going to have to pick one.”

Yelena chortles, “Oh, no I’m not.” the ball of her foot presses into the back of your head, forcing it down on to the carpet beside the wet patch; you can feel the muscles in her calf and thigh as it rests against the length of your spine. “Keep scrubbing, pussycat, and shut up so I can enjoy the taste of your ass.”

you do as you’re told.

her drunken mouth presses sloppy, open mouth kisses to your weeping folds before her tongue lazes out to glide between your nether lips, gathering your essence on her tastebuds. she gurgles in pleasure. you whimper, muffled, with your face hopelessly smushed into the carpet. “You’re so fucking wet, I think you’re having more fun than I am. I’m going to have to put my foot down more often.” her tongue then pirouettes on its journey to your puckered entrance, smearing an intoxicating cocktail of your juices and her spittle over it as the very tip of the muscle tests your willingness to allow it inside. with handfuls of your supple skin, she opens you up as much as your body will allow, and pushes past the taut barrier until your legs turn to jelly.

“Watch you shake, pussycat! You love getting your cute ass eaten, is that it?” she laughs, giving one cheek a hard slap before burying her face between them to taunt your inner canal with the length and unmatched skill of her velvety tongue.

#yelena belova #yelena x reader #yelena x you #yelena #yelena smut #yelena belova smut #yelena imagine #yelena belova imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #4k drabbles

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out?

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

Jimin looked across the courtyard as his eyes remained fixated on your form. You were a simple second year in college and he was just a breath away from graduating. He first laid eyes on you a mere year ago and he can't remember what life was truly like before you smiled at him. You both had only ever exchanged pleasantries, so he opted to wait for the right time to make his move.

“That’s not true.” Your voice snapped Jimin from his staring contest with the PowerPoint slides, “That’s an antiquated idea, not a proven theory.” He looked to you, a couple rows down. You were plump and cute to say the least. He recognized you from a few of his courses. He had heard you were a double major in Art and… damn, what was the other?

The man you had rebutted had his face turning red, “It is proven, it was studied in 1973 with significant results yielded.” Jimin had no idea what you both were debating but he watched a sea of student nod in agreeance with you, some with the guy. What class was he even in? He looked at the PowerPoint slides, reading them for the first time today. Ah, he was in his psych of gender class. Maybe you were a psych major.

“In 1973, with no women in the participant pool, are you not seeing the issue in making a multi-gendered generalization whilst utilizing one genders perspective, a perspective that is also quite dated, mind you?” You cocked a brow and Jimin found himself a bit amused at the man who scoffed.

“You learn those words in high school two months ago?” He snapped back and Jimin grimaced along with most of the lecture hall.

“What? You need me to define them?” You quipped, eliciting some laughter as the professor regrouped.

“Ah, educational discourse.” The professor joked lightly as Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on you as you noticed a few lingering gazes on you, shrinking in your seat.

He saw you in the lunch hall, sitting alone, not uncommon for anyone in college, except your eyes were a bit puffy. Before he could even question the urge, he acted. Within a few steps, he was at your table and you looked up in confusion, “Uh, hi?” You meekly spoke and Jimin realized he had no plan.

“U-Uh, you… uh… do you like the cookies?” He forced out and immediately wished he could disappear.

You looked down at the cookie on your plate, “Uh, yes? Is-Is this a fat joke or do you actually want to know?” You asked cautiously.

Jimin’s eyes widened, “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I would never make fun of your weight.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed, not able to see your growing smile at his mental turmoil, “I have psych of gender with you and people rarely talk in that class so I thought you were pretty cool.” He smiled and he noticed you relax.

You nodded, smiling slightly, “Ah, I see. Thank you.” You beamed and it was like he felt the warmth from you, “I don’t do super well with attention but I also have poor impulse control.” You chuckled and he finally understood why you had cried and his heart strings were tugged a bit, “And yes, the cookies are good.” You split one in half and offered it to him.

Life goes by a lot quicker when one waits for the perfect opportunity. This much he found out quickly when he found himself a year later, looking across the courtyard at you, this time as your TA. He tried dating to get the daunting idea of talking to you after that singular interaction in which he forgot to give you his name from his mind to no avail. No matter, surely this would be the year.

”Jiminie is so hot!” Jimin continued to pretend not to hear his ex, Yoora, whine in your ear as he observed the intro to modern dance class.

You looked to her thoughtfully as you stretched, “You mean the TA, that is not that far away?” Your voice was lowered, but he could still hear you. He found himself listening closer, wondering if you remembered the singular interaction you both had. Yoora nodded in the corner of his eye.

“Yep.” She affirmed, “We dated, it was magical, and he’s still hot.” She mused and Jimin grimaced a bit, feeling bad he dated a girl that seemed to be a decent friend of yours, “Do you know him?”

Jimin perked up a bit, “We talked once, seems nice, is obviously hot.” You shrugged, “I doubt he remembers me, though.” You leaned down to reach past your left foot as Yoora urged you on with her eyes, “I had gotten into a weird debate with this one dude in a class we had and he saw me after, and I had just cried because I hate arguing and stares.” You and Yoora laughed a bit, “Then, he just came up to me and asked if I liked the cookies I were eating, and I wasn’t sure if he was calling me fat at first.” Yoora gasped and Jimin felt pain just thinking about the awkwardness, “He wasn’t, and he got cutely flustered when I asked and then I gave him half of my cookie and that’s all.” You moved to your other leg, “And then he never talked to me again.” You laughed and Jimin wanted the floor to swallow him.

Another year goes by. The day before he was going to try and ask you out, you were hospitalized. He didn't know how to even approach the topic with you, but he did try to be there for you throughout that year. The professor he was TA for insisted Jimin also utilize his emails, so all throughout your brief stay in medical care, it was him who received your bubbly emails. The emails full of little emoticons and exclamation points that made him giddy and took him hours to conceptualize a response to. Although you didn't know it was him giving you extensions and safe regards, he still meant it.

He was practicing when he got the email,

“Attention students,

We have received knowledge of an incident that has resulted in the hospitalization of a student that occurred within an apartment close to campus. Proper authorities have been notified and the student is recovering well. Please remain safe and vigilant.”

His face twisted in confusion when he got a text from the professor he was TA for that you were the student in question.

Throughout the semester, Jimin watched you with careful eyes as you slowly acclimated back to yourself. He wondered how he could have been so blinded by your smile that he couldn't properly see your eye bags or the way you looked over your shoulder when you thought no one was looking at you, or how he couldn't see he wasn't the only one looking at you.

When you returned, he watched your eyes relax and your guard go down again. He just wished he could've been there to help you get there. He trudged home one day and found you, and then his whole world was flipped by you again.

Since moving in, he found himself way more advanced with you than he ever imagined. You would plop next to him on the couch and give him a smile, "How was your day, Jiminie?" You beamed at him each time and he nearly choked on his spit each time.

He would mumble an answer and you would hum before watching TV with him, a show he deliberately put on each time he heard you come home. Eventually, you began watching competition shows together, theorizing who would win what. It was comfortable and close, and he found himself falling for you even harder.

"Do you wanna have lunch together?" Your voice pulled him from his thoughts in the practice room he had on his floor in the building. He had agreed to help with your final. The only time he could talk to you without it being a mental nightmare was when it was about dancing. The only time he could initiate contact was in this studio.

The studio gave him a certain air of confidence that even you could see. He wasn't a different person, more so multi-faceted. There was the shy and bumbling part of Jimin just as much as there was the sharp-eyed and focused Jimin. Not to mention the way his fingers would dance on your form as he gave you pointers made you unreasonably aroused.

Even so, determined to challenge himself, he nodded, "Lead the way." His voice was smooth even after two straight hours of practice and you wondered how he could look so hot work out clothes.

You both decided to pick up food and eat it at the studio. You sat across from each other as you ate in polite conversation. It was after you both picked up the food and sat on the floor you spoke up again, "You know, Jiminie." You started, eyes shyly fixated on the floor, "I wanted to thank you for not telling the guys about my, uh, incident a year ago." You finally looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on your face, "Not that it's a huge secret, especially on campus, but I just prefer to tell people myself." You mused.

He blinked, surprised you would thank him for something like that, "O-Of course, I mean, a lot of rumors were going around anyways, so even if I did want to tell them, I doubt I have only the facts." He shrugged, "It's not anyone else's business regardless."

You stifled a little giggle, "Yeah, some of the stories got a bit crazy." You sighed a bit, "From a stalker attacking me to me passing out in the middle of the street." Jimin looked up at you. You didn’t meet his gaze, most likely reliving the aftermath of the whole campus finding out you were hospitalized and are a cam girl in the same week. Not that you were ever hiding you job, but you just wished you could tell people on your own terms.

"Yeah, some crazy things get told in the Arts department." He murmured, "I only knew most of the facts because your TA for Professor Lee's class."

It was your turn to look up, but instead of confusion he saw a polite smile, "I know, silly." You chuckled and when you saw his confused face you looked at him incredulously, "Come on, you're Park Jimin! Of course I'm gonna know the 'hottest dance major'" You fake gushed and he finally broke a laugh, making you giddy.

"Of all things to know me by." He shook his head, smile still present.

You studied his face as his eyes scrunched and cheeks lifted, making you smile as well, "I've never made you smile before and your smile is so pretty." You mused, "I need to step up my comedy game."

"You've never seen me smile?" He looked surprised at this, considering he always smiled like an idiot when he stared longingly at you.

"I mean, sort of, but not to this degree." You shook your head, "I was starting to think you didn't like me for a while."

His eyes widened at this and he panicked, "No, no! I do like you, a lot!" He exclaimed, much to your amusement and to his dismay. You watched him get red with a grin.

He stammered, staring at his fork before he heard your melodious laugh. He looked up and his face softened at the sight of your smile, "You're too cute, Jiminie." You reached forward and pinched his cheek, making his breath hitch. Your cooing tone made something click inside him. He didn't want to be just cute to you, he wanted to be more than any adjective, he wanted to be yours.

He reached up, hand going to wrap around your wrist loosely, "I was the hottest a second ago and now I'm just cute?" A glint of confidence shown in his eye as he made you gulp, "Is that all you think of me, y/n?" Your own name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine and a beat to your core.

You were in a trance while being eyed by the man with a vastly different energy than he had just moments ago. You shook your head lightly, "I think you're beautiful." He cocked a brow and you scrambled for more words, "I had a huge crush on you from the moment I gave you half of my cookie." You breathed before even thinking, snapping you back to reality as you watched his eyes widen, "Ah, me and my mouth!" You admonished yourself, "I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" You frantically moved to take your hand back only for his grip to tighten, pulling you forward, placing your hand at the nape of his neck while his arm wrapped around your waist.

You gulped at the newfound closeness, bodies nearly pressing against each other as he eyed you sharply, "Do you mean it?" He breathed, "You had a crush on me?" You made a move to slink away, but you he gracefully laid himself down with you on top of him, his thigh mere centimeters from your core and he gave you a mischievous smile, "Don't leave me hanging." He teased.

"I-I mean… yes, but can-"

He cut you off with a sigh and a laugh. You braced yourself for him to laugh at you, and say how weird it would be had you confessed and how weird the idea of you two together would be.

It's a song and dance you've seen many times as a hopeless romantic chubby girl. Of course, now you know you were just too much woman for such little men, emotionally little at the very least, but you would be a liar if you didn't still feel the hurt of humiliation. The last thing you wanted was to look into Jimin's eyes and find the same pitying glint, but you were nothing if not a bit brave, at least sometimes.

You forced your eyes from his chest to his gaze and found… an emotion you've only every seen in the eyes of your housemates, an emotion you don't quite know yet, even if you felt it too. At your curiosity, Jimin beamed at you further, "I'd be really frustrated right now if you weren’t on top of me." He chuckled a bit and explained further before you could ask why, "I have had such a huge crush on you for years now." You balk at this, shaking you head.

"That's not a funny joke, Jiminie." You huffed, "If I were even a bit more gullible, I would seriously believe you and then my feelings would be hurt-" He pulled you flush against him as he captured your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. He was slow, but focused, in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Inside, though, Jimin was freaking out. What if you didn't actually want to kiss him? Why didn't he ask beforehand? Should he pull away? But your mouth feels so good. Are you kissing him back or is he just that enthusiastic?

You laid his worries to rest when you used the hand at his nape to pull him closer, mouth opening to nibble on his bottom lip. He groaned lightly, pulling you closer as his tongue mingled with your own and he pressed his thigh into the thin material of your leggings. You gasped at this and it was like a fire lit within him as he sat up and shifted you for your legs to be on both sides of him as he pressed his mouth onto yours further.

His fingertips danced along your form in a much different context than you were used to, but fuck, did it feel nice. Where one arm was securely holding your waist, his hand reached beneath your shirt, getting accustomed to the soft skin as he waited for you to nod. You wanted him to touch you further. You didn't understand what all these hot men wanted with you, but right now, it didn't matter one bit.

Jimin's eyes rolled back when he reached in your sports bra to run his fingers over your hardened nipples. You twitched against him as you gasped, fingers intertwining with his hair roughly, "Shit." He groaned at the sensation.

You both sloppily kissed as he explored your chest with his hands, moaning into each other's mouths at the euphoria of unresolved feelings coming to fruition and the sexual tension finally snapping as you gave him unrestricted access to feel you beneath his fingertips, "Wanted this for so long." He murmurs into your mouth, "So beautiful, fuck." The praises don't stop, and only further spur you wandering hand on as you feel his sculpted stomach.

"Wanna touch you." You whine as your fingers play with the waistband of his sweats and he nods, his own hand travelling down to cup your core, making you squeak, "Fuck, I'm so wet." You realized, half embarrassed and half aroused.

You could feel his amusement as he slipped his hand beneath your tights and panties to make skin to skin contact with your soaked core, and he didn't know how he made it this far, but he just wants to keep going as he feels you soak his hand, "Yeah, baby, you are, just for me." He moans when you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his hardened erection and giving a small squeeze, "Shit!" He gasps as you wiggled your hips against his hand, grinding yourself little by little.

Your hand massaged the head, smearing the precum as you begin stroking him. You both continue moaning into each other's mouths as his hips jerked and you twitched against his hands, "So fucking wet, baby, so sexy." He growled and he slipped a finger inside of you, him groaning at your pulsating warmth wrapped around his finger, "Slid right in, angel." He praises and you let out a choked gasp and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He drank your moans into his mouth like they were an oasis in the desert, and he’s not sure how he’s lived this long without them. Without you by his side and in his arms. He held you close, refusing to even consider loosening his grip because your body against his was bliss in the highest form. You were his, even if just in this moment, and you would be nobody else’s. Nobody could make him feel the way you do, and he, along with the other men that resided in the building, were determined to hold the same monopoly over your emotions. He refused to entertain the idea of anyone beyond this building making you feel anything close to what he was now as he pushed a second finger in, relishing in the strangled moan you gave as you babbled about feeling full.

With the excitement of his dream girl dripping against his hand and your own hand working expertly on his dick, Jimin could feel himself getting close and you could tell from the breathy whines he gave you as he began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers inside you, "Cum for me, Jiminie." You purred before licking at his tongue and he came beautifully with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open as you swiveled your hips agains his, now two, fingers.

"Baby, so good." He whined as his high settled down. He shifted all focus to you and your impending orgasm as he watched you fuck yourself onto his hand, "Feeling good, darling?" He asked teasingly and you nodded dumbly, lips pressed together as you felt your high approach, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, fuck, you gonna cum in my hand all pretty?" He cooed and you nodded as he met your thrusts, making you clutch onto him harder.

"Can I cum?" You whimpered and Jimin could almost feel himself get hard again at how willing you were to give him the reigns.

"Because you asked so sweetly, of course my love." He let the name slip before you both could even acknowledge it consciously. However, the closeness and the intimacy of it all sent you over the edge and you bit down on his shoulder in attempt to hide how loud you were. He held you close, not minding one bit at the mark you were surely leaving as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Felt good, angel?" He mused and you tucked your face into his neck as you nodded, holding him close as his finger stilled but kept you full until he felt you relax.

You both giggled as you met eyes, licking the other person's cum off of your hands, "Thank you Jiminie." You hummed cheerily.

"Thank you, bunny." He chided before giving you a kiss, "We all really, really, like you, you know that right?" He asked and noticed your hesitation.

"Sure, but people can be sexually attracted to me and not want to… be with me." You spoke wistfully, "People can like me and not want to be with me." You let out a humorless laugh, "And few things make me feel as dumb as getting my hopes up for no reason." Although you had a tendency to do it time and time again.

"Don't be scared to assume we want you as much as you, hopefully, want us." He spoke quickly before he planted another kiss on you and the affection made you smile.

"You realize the irony of the statement coming from you, right?" You chuckled as he helped you stand on shaky legs before just carrying you, "I cum once for you and all of sudden you know everything and are all confident." You chided, unsure how to process his words yet, mind hazy from your orgasm.

"What can I say? You opened my third eye." He joked and you rolled your eyes before leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace, the idea of your housemates loving you back seeming just slightly less like an outlandish fantasy, "Although, it will wear off and then we'll have to do it all over again." He sighed dramatically and you giggled.

"What a shame." You fake gasped, "I hate engaging in sexual relations with hot guys." You complained sarcastically.

"So you do think I'm hot!" Jimin cheered triumphantly.

You laughed against him and realized the only times you felt so free were with your beloved housemates. You wondered if they felt the same. You also found a more insecure part wondering for how long they would feel that way. How long would it be until a girl, or several, much prettier than you or less needy catches their attention. You wondered if you could take the pain of watching the sincerity drain from their eyes just as you've seen in your mom, your dad, your uncle, your first relationship to your last. You wondered what it was about you that made it so easy to be left behind.

Jimin's phone pinged, ripping you from your melancholic thoughts. He sighed, pulling it out and you fought the urge to see if it was another person vying for his romantic attention. He didn't belong to you, even if you wanted him to, "Ah, Namjoon wants to know if you want the demo for the new zombie game he's working on and Jin wants to know if you'd like your first pick of the new stickers he got, and Hoseok wants to try a new hairstyle on you and ah, they all sent me something to ask you…. Gosh, they all think I'm your secretary when we're together." He whined and you held onto him tighter with a light laugh as he went through everyone's inquiries for you.

You also found yourself how you went on this long without them and how you could even consider hesitating if they asked you to stay with them for much longer.

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sitp-recs · 3 years

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Hey Liv! I thought of a fun ask and thought I'd send it your way.

Do you have any personal Drarry headcanons/things in fics that have stuck with you? Events or characterizations that you accept into your personal canon of the ship?

Hi Phoebe, thanks for sending this over! What an interesting ask. Personally I don’t have any rigid headcanons - I’m fairly flexible about that kind of stuff and will usually buy into anything if it’s well executed, I’m not very picky. That being said, I’m listing below a few takes I really like that are often explored in fic. I’d love to hear about yours, too! I had so much fun thinking about these, thanks for thinking of me :)

1. Draco’s Sectusempra scars are pretty popular (to the point I almost forget its a fanon thing lol) and I like how it forces both him and Harry to confront their complicated past and find a way to deal with it - individually and as a couple - if they wanna stick together. Imo it’s a great way to explore Harry’s guilty, Draco’s resentment, as well issues revolving around forgiveness, body image and intimacy.

2. I’m a simple woman who loves Auror fics for the simple reason there’s action and investigative work involved lol although I can see Harry choosing another path and I love him as a Professor, Healer, Curse Breaker, shop owner, Quidditch player, private detective, you name it. But one specific thing I love about the Auror partners trope is this idea that, even if/when they still hate each other, they’re both badass on the job and perfectly compatible on the field, with complementary skills and a flawless record. On that note, I love it when Draco’s the one doing wandless magic or inventing spells. Harry’s incredibly powerful, of course, but he doesn’t strike me as someone particularly disciplined or patient or even hardworking in the books, so I can totally see Draco being the first one to master that and maybe teaching Harry like he does in All Our Secrets Laid Bare by FTS? That’s easily one of my favorite things about that fic, which I personally consider a seminal work when it comes to this trope.

3. I don’t even read 8th year that much so that’s probably my obsession with Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch and Nice Things by aideomai speaking but shared dorms and inter-house unity is a perfect way to make those kids connect, process their war trauma and collectively help each other heal and move on. I love fics that explore this odd, unprecedented situation Harry’s generation faces coming back to Hogwarts to finish their studies while the castle itself is still recovering from war damage. It’s a fascinating way to explore collective trauma and castle magic, too 🏰

4. Ron and Draco settling their differences over a chess game. I just saw this again on my latest read and I banged my head on the table and screamed “yes pls headcanon accepted!” lmao OF COURSE I know that making amends wouldn’t (and shouldn’t) be that easy but Ron’s character has a simplicity about him that I really like and him and Draco both being so prideful I can totally see them doing it for Harry’s heart sake. It could be as much of an olive branch as it could be a way to challenge and measure each other and okay, now I really need a Dronarry fic including a chess duel scene omg 😂👌🏼

5. All. The. Switching. In bed 🔥🙌🏼 I’m not saying this out of spite for good old t/b discourse (or am I 😏) I just wanted to include something smut related since I read A LOT of it, and I really LOVE both dynamics. I have so much fun when fics explore some kind of weird biting competition they have going on, when things are still unclear and they’re fuck buddies with lots of complicated feels. And yes, I’m totally using this last point to give a massive shoutout to two fics from years ago that are still very much stuck in my head thanks to those brilliant dynamics: The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored and The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1.

#asks #love this phoebe 💛

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latinashepard · 3 years

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hi i wanna fight KAJDKF i was actually arguing with someone saying that ALL latinxs are poc and then we got into a fight about the fact that being born from latinx parents while you're born outside latinamerica doesn't automatically make you latinx pls help

omg... yeah i can tell you want to fight by the way you're bringing this discourse to my humble abode lmao (which is fine). who is or isn't latinx, what latinidad even is, it's all very subjective. i only take issue with the way latinx diaspora identities have... coopted discourse around latin america to the point that when we hear about "latinx voices" on online spaces it's always latinx people in usa. what about people living in the actual continent? i mean they don't even clarify that they mean diaspora latinxs, it's like they don't even acknowledge that there's an entire continent called latin america and people there have internet access (shocking i know) and can read what they post online fnjfdjafd and even post their own opinions too

i brought up this example before, but you know there's a play called latin history for morons, it's all about how people from latin america living in usa have contributed to usamerican society so that makes their existence valid (?!). imagine me, born and raised in a latin american country, watching this?! what the fuck. the only thing usa has contributed to my society is misery. at least clarify that you're going to talk about usalatines history for morons ig lmao.

went off on a tangent here but basically i think this person you're arguing with has a very us-centric view of latinidad (?), and that view is based on the stereotype that all people from latin america are of direct indigenous descent. race in latin america manifests in ways just as complex as those of usa's and it obviously varies country to country. as to how people born to latinx parents in nonlatine countries identify as, well that's their business because once again, identity is very subjective, determined by one's experiences in life.

#latine tag #you BRING usalatine discourse to my blog?! jail for anon #i'm kidding i love it even if it might get me in trouble #i'm just not abt to police latinidad you knwo

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leejungchans · 3 years

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— the great debate.

set on december 14, 2020 during ateez’s christmas vlive

juliet’s masterlist

a/n: (very mediocre and very low quality 💀) gif by me!!

warning: a lot of butt discourse 🤡🤡🤡 also this is all just in good fun so don’t take it too seriously, i’ll still love you even if you think we have two butts 🤩

oh no 🤡🤡🤡🤡

we all know what happened in this vlive

okay but before we get into That™️ 💀

let’s just start with the wholesome shit!! 🥰

baby sat between jongho and san

she watched san break the ornament and went 😳😒🤨🧐😟😕 but he gave her a pleading look so she didn’t say anything

she’s not gonna expose him 😔 at least when they’re not playing a game and there’s no competition/prize involved

but it’s useless bc hongjoong saw too 🤡

yunho and san commented that the ornaments looked like pokéballs/master balls and she literally went 🤩🤩🤩🤩 POKÉMON?????????

“giratina!” “giratina!” “GIRATINA!!!! :DDD”

literally never mention pokémon in front of her bc she’ll go on forever 💀

“i trained mine up to level 100 to sweep the elite four 😎”

seonghwa was big confusion

san: you don’t know this?????

yunho: you don’t know arceus?????????

2young: [very offended]

seonghwa: [didn’t watch pokémon and didn’t have a nintendo]

juliet: .....i’ll educate you when we get home 😩😩

okay let’s stop with the pokémon talk bwhdjhwjs i miss my nds hwjshws those were the good times

san put wreaths on jongho and juliet’s heads 🥺🥺🥺

wooyoung: [does a double take] oh you two look pretty 🥰

juliet: really? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yes bby u look like an angel 😔

hongjoong: [complaining about how wooyoung wrote his initials as ‘hg’ instead of ‘hj’ on the ornament]

wooyoung: [too busy taking photos of jongliet to care]

wooyoung give us the pics 😠😠😠

meanwhile poor hwa was struggling to put the star on top of the tree :(((

juliet: [finally notices] oppa, u good? 😟😟

seonghwa: [gives up]

juliet: it’s okay we can just put u up there since ur a star 🥰🥰🥰

... okay anywAYS!!

everyone minus sangjongliet: [busy decorating the tree]

yeosang: [filming jongliet singing to santa tell me] why aren’t you two helping though 🤨

juliet: we’re working hard to give you a quality performance wtf do u mean we’re not helping >:(

save yeosang

smh not ateez complaining when they were being serenaded by the 4th gen vocal legends 🙄🤚

when seonghwa made the ornament his earring though 🥺🥺

juliet: ur so pretty!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

wooyoung: [exposing hongjoong for ordering him to get his meal ready]

wooyoung: that was the first time someone treated me like this. it was attractive

juliet: 👁👄👁 should you be saying that on live

that’s rich coming from her when she’s literally the same person who tweeted “no feet pics” 🙄🙄

okay let’s get into the ✨great butt debate✨

for the record, juliet is team ‘one butt’

seonghwa: of course it’s two

juliet: YOU WANNA SAY THAT AGAIN 😀

jongliet were judging him so hard 😭😭😭😭

san: WE ARE ALL BUTTS

juliet: is that your way of saying we’re full of shit

yunho: [starts gesturing butt cheeks with his hands] 😭😭😭😭😭

ateez: 😃⁉️ HANDS DOWN WTF

yeosang: i’ll draw and explain :DDDDD

ateez: ⁉️‼️❗️⁉️‼️⁉️NO DON’T PLS NO WE LITERALLY JUST SAID— ⁉️‼️❗️⁉️‼️

meanwhile she was really going at seonghwa

“IT’S NOT THE LEFT BUTT AND THE RIGHT BUTT WTF THEY ARE CALLED BUTTCHEEKS”

yeosang: we have two nostrils but one nose right? so we have the left and right cheeks but only one butt

juliet, to woosan: why are you two disagreeing??????? he’s literally right?????????????

sangliet intellectuals 😔✨

team ‘one butt’: yeo, joong, yunho, jongho, juliet

team ‘two butts’: hwa, woo, san

juliet: [scoots away from san] the three of you can pack your bags bc i refuse to be in a group with people who think we have two butts 😃🔪

she’s kidding 😔😔 she loves the three of them with her whole being but she absolutely disagrees with them in this situation

hongjoong: does a straw have one or two holes

ateez: [panics]

ah shit here we go again—

jongho: of course two??????

yeah that was the day juliet lost all faith in humanity

she was this 🤏 close to leaving ateez 💀

“JONGHO YOU TOO??????? I’M NOT GOING TO SIT BETWEEN YOU AND SAN ANYMORE I’M GOING TO SIT WITH YUNHO HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME”

yeah rip jusan and jongliet <///3

wooyoung: if it’s one hole it wouldn’t be open all the way 😠

yunho: it’s one hole BECAUSE it’s open all the way

“yunho-oppa i love you so much yes king!!!!”

a very offended wooyoung: JULIE YOU THINK THERE’S ONE HOLE????

juliet: people cut holes in mountains to build tunnels going through them right? but people don’t call it cutting two holes through a mountain to build a tunnel, they call it cutting one hole

san: AHHHH WHY WOULD YOU CUT A HOLE THROUGH ME???!! 😿😿😿😿

get it?? bc he’s san aka mountain??? 💀

THE WAY SHE INHALED SHARPLY BC SHE’S SO DONE WITH HIM AHJEHDHWKJDH

papa joong to the rescue

hongjoong: yah yah minyoung it’s just a friendly discussion don’t get mad don’t get mad

wooyoung: ur cute when ur frustrated 🥰

“well then i’m about to get really adorable 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀”

is it that serious 😭😭😭😭

hongjoong: here it says that according to the national institute of korean language we have one butt

team one butt: WOOOOOO PARTAYYYYY 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

san: you know why it’s one butt? bc 9 makes 1 team. we’re a butt

“STOP CALLING US A BUTT WTF”

hwa: in my heart it’s still two butts 😞

juliet: gtfo 😀😀😀

rip hwaliet </3

san: my father calls me his heart, you know?

so the term he used can refer to either ‘heart’ or ‘chest’ 🤡 so this happened...

yunwoo: DO WE HAVE ONE OR TWO CHESTS ?!^*??¥>^*^

juliet: T W O

hongjoong: OKAY LET’S END THINGS HERE WE’LL DO THIS LATER

so what did we learn today? juliet is team one butt and team one hole 💅🏻 it’s okay if you disagree so don’t worry she’ll still love you :3

different story with her members though 💀

even after the vlive ended she was still debating with the others 💀💀💀💀💀

“MANAGER-UNNIE YOU THINK A STRAW HAS TWO HOLES????????? I AM GOING TO CRY I DON’T LIKE LIVING IN THIS UNFAIR WORLD”

she probably texted felix, somi, ryujin and the two chans that night asking them “one butt or two butts? one hole or two holes? give the wrong answer to break the friendship ❤️”

them: 😟😟😟😟

don’t worry, she was only half-serious 😔

a/n: fully on the same train as juliet ahjwhsjw tbh i thought a long time about the straw dilemma but then i thought of the tunnel-mountain analogy and now i’m fully on board with the ‘a straw has one hole’ train 🚂 as always please leave feedback and chat with me!!! 🥺❤️ i’d love to hear about your take on the butt and straw debate hajshajsjak 💀

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idk-my-aesthetic · 3 years

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Ok the whole thing w/ clogging up ao3 tags is stupid for multiple reasons, like how it fucks with screen readers for one, but the MAJOR issue is that having too many tags isn’t actually a problem w/ ao3

Like seriously guys? There is a lot to criticize. And I say this as someone who heavily relied on fandom spaces to get me through some really really hard times and still loves ao3. I can say I love what it does for fandom while also acknowledging there’s some seriously fucked up shit going on both behind the scenes and with ppl who use the site. It’s literally like saying “I love tumblr but I acknowledge there are literal nazis on here and as a Jew/human with a working brain I hate them and that they’ve been here so long”

Like. I get u think ur sticking it to the man or whatever. And idk I partially agree bc. There’s so much nasty shit and some technically illegal shit that I don’t want to even mention! But ur not even wasting the moderators time or anything ur just being obnoxious and then everyone starts discoursing on tumblr and I’m legitimately tired of it. I don’t wanna see ppl defending gross stuff and I’m tired of talking about the ppl who do defend gross stuff bc I don’t wanna remember that they exist bc I have shit to do irl and not enough space in my brain for them

So. Idk ima propose at least a temporary solution before I have to hear one more argument for or against censorship bc y’all seriously don’t understand how to have a nuanced conversation

How about instead of asking AO3 to take down gross fics (which may or may not be morally correct but will 100% reopen a very over done conversation) instead we ask for some specific plausible things

1) when you use ao3 explicit and unrated fics are automatically filtered out. They do this on ff.net. Yes it may be like 2 extra clicks for ppl who wanna read explicit stuff but ppl who don’t are going to do that anyway, and it protects the people who don’t know to do that and don’t want to read graphic tags. Most importantly it requires consent to browse explicit fics. Yeah you need to give consent to read explicit stuff, but you can look through the incredibly graphic tags/summaries without consenting to anything. It’s literally the default. Which is both upsetting to ppl who don’t wanna see that and also maybe a bit of a legal loophole they should close up

2) a “suggest tags” feature. This would be moderated by authors not ao3 staff. Basically ppl can like..... idk entire a series of tags and you can choose if you want to add them or not. The person submitting them has an option to be anonymous or not. Obviously the author doesn’t have to add every random tag and it might be annoying but it would help with making sure triggers got tagged. It would be helpful if it didn’t let you suggest tags that were already suggested/on the fic but I’m not too picky. Like I said the point of this is to make sure ppl can block stuff properly, and it honestly might also help authors with visibility bc like. Obviously you know the tags you use but you don’t know what tags other ppl look for. Again maybe it may be obnoxious with ppl having a lot of tags but people already have a lot of tags

3) a dispute rating button. Now before someone bitches at me that the ao3 moderators don’t have time to go through disputes- I know I already took that into consideration. Basically the idea is when you dispute the rating the site will ask you what rating you think it should be and anonymously log it. So if someone rated something M but you think it should be an E the site will log that and send a message to the author. The author has a choice if they actually want to listen to ppl and change the rating or not. They don’t actually have to listen to the ppl disputing the rating. Unless they get a certain amount of disputes. I was thinking maybe like 50 or so?* So if 50 ppl say “hey this really needs to have a different rating” then and only then would the moderators take a look at the fic. And the moderators would then figure out what the rating should be.

(*idk if 50 is the right #. I was thinking it should maybe work on like a percentage of your hits in the fic?)

3.5) have a sexual content marker. This is marked as 3.5 bc i feel like this idea if implemented would be misused. But yeah in theory you could just have a sexual content marker that could be clicked by the OP and then automatically filtered. Again you could use the system from #3 but again I feel like ppl would missuse it.

Anyway yeah. I wanted to give some viable solutions ppl on both sides might actually agree with. Like I get not wanting to make concessions with gross ppl, but it’s a lot faster so I’m ok with doing it for now while the rest of y’all continue to debate or w/e

Final note- please for the love of g-d learn how ratings work. Ask someone else’s opinion if you have too. I have seen so many explicit fics marked as mature or teen it’s a legitimate problem. I’ll give a quick rundown of what each rating means but pls guys

General- g- basically go by what you’d see in a Disney cartoon

Teen- pg/pg 13 - there are swears there’s violence, sex may be mentioned, you might call someone sexy or smthn idc, but no one is shown having sex or or discussing/thinking about it in detail

Mature- R - injuries/gore may be described with more detail. Uhh there could be some heavy making out and the characters might talk about sex or feeling sexually attracted to someone. But actual sex is not shown!! If you have to mention or refer to someone’s genetalia in any sexual way you should probably move it up to an E. Even if ur characters are fully clothed the entire time. Also If you’re talking about kinks outside of a quick joke or reference you should probably move it up to an E.

Explicit- NC 17- sexually explicit content. (You can put non-sexual violent stuff under here but most ppl leave it under mature)

TLDR/oversimplification(for the ratings) -

General: nothing sexual

Teen: implied sex

Mature: refrenced sex

Explicit: shown sex

General tldr:

Some criticisms of Ao3 are valid and needed, and some are just stupid and infuriating (specifically talking about the tag thing stop it’s annoying and ableist). There is constant arguments and drama surrounding those criticisms, and I decided to offer some solutions that actually have a chance at getting implemented, even if I would prefer a different option.

#ao3 #ao3 drama #ao3 tags #I’m really swinging a bat at a bees nest huh #shipping discourse #ao3 discourse #I don’t want anyone to come yell at me for either defending OR demonizing ao3 #please understand that I can have a nuanced opinion where I both love and greatly dislike it at the same time #also I’m tagging this with shipping discourse and shit but pls don’t bug me about that #literally all I have to say on it is a) don’t harass ppl b) don’t do gross shit c) if someone likes something harmless don’t be a d*ck #and d) u are not immune to criticism #if you get called out for being racist or gross you don’t get a get out of jail free card just bc we’re online #if you hand sew a nazi flag ppl are allowed to get mad even if it’s ur hobby #if you harass someone by mail your going to jail #don’t do shit online you wouldn’t do irl and expect 0 consequences #this is several bees nests and I am a coward so I’m posting this and immediately going to bed

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lightskinrry · 3 years

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Besties I love and hear all y’all and def think that being upset about her and all the weird shit she does is valid but I don’t wanna clog the dash with discourse on why Olivia is a bad person like she’s a rich ass nepo white woman y’all can’t have expectations for these ppl 😭😭😭 let’s just enjoy Harry lookin scrumptalicious pls

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dorkery · 3 years

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Okay so. Not necessarily because I want to be part of the discourse. But.

Vegans can do and eat whatever they want on their own. But keep any sort of proselytising to themselves.

I don't have a moral obligation to be vegan. By the strictest interpretations, veganism is, in fact, against my religion (which is Islam) (but of course as we enter into a more complicated and modern era, veganism isn't PROHIBITED because it does not harm but neither is it actively encouraged because it is a neutral practice)

1. We slaughter and distribute cattle during specific Muslim calendar days/months for the sake of charity and religious faith (Qurban: aka feast of sacrifice where Ibrahim was ordered to slaughter Ismail but then Allah was like Thanks But Pls Do Not and now every year we ritually slaughter cattle to commemorate the event and also feed the community)

2. Honey is a favourite food and we even have a specific surah in the Quran about the honey bee (An-Nahl) because Allah is like FUCK YEAH I WENT OFF WITH BEES

3. Respect for the animal because we consume it and use parts of its body - and also because animals praise Allah by being their very animal best in that very Muslim tradition of "things do things differently and you can't equate different living things with each other as that is not how things work but all things worship Allah anyway so". So if you want to swear off animals, by all means. But if you choose to consume or use animals and animal byproducts, you MUST respect the animal and waste as little as possible. (This is also reflected through fasting and Ramadan and the halal slaughter laws)

4. Allah is like "oh shit I fucken LOVE animals have you SEEN THE ANT" and says people should emulate the praiseworthy qualities of animals and......animals eat other animals. So. Eating other creatures IS part of nature and there's nothing morally wrong with humans eating animals.

So yeah. Veganism is fine for you personally as a choice (and may have come out of some new philosophical movement regarding protectionism), but calling others evil or immoral for not practicing it is not only gross, it fails to respect the traditions and beliefs of other cultures and religions.

BTW if we wanna talk sentience, plants are sentient and live on a timescale we can't even comprehend. They have feelings and can also wither or flourish depending on their environment, including negative and positive stimuli. Its been proven that plants CAN touch, see, hear and smell. And we frequently eat baby plants before they come to full maturation (bamboo shoots my dudes are the BOMB). And yes, there are also carnivorous plants (which we turn into lemang periuk kera) which suggests an incredible diversity in the plant world that we can't even comprehend and are still learning about every day.

Anthropomorphising animals is just not something we do here in my part of the world, and neither do we anthropomorphise plants. And so there is no moral quandary on their consumption. We have to treat them with respect while alive, during slaughter, and after. That's all I'm morally obligated to do.

#Fun fact #Bitching at Muslims for not being vegan is Islamophobic :)#The previous tag is said half in jest

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woundjob · 3 years

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hi hello, genderswaps anon here, 1) the ask actually wasn't bait lmao it was just that 2) the tone of the ask was lowkey ironic (making fun of the like. aggressively online twitter people that deem everything ""problematic"" ""toxic"" etc) but clearly it didnt come off that way (sorry) 3) I didn't make the ask more specific bc I didn't wanna come off as some random dipshit sending an essay in ur inbox as if you're the arbiter of all trans issues and also so you could delete it if u wanted 4) your answer was really insightful thank you! genderswap discourse is something I've seen talked about so so much with a thousand different opinions from all sides, I've seen trans people call them transphobic but I've seen other trans people do them themselves and I wanted to hear your take on them

god i love when people i thought were bait come in here and clarify it really restores my faith in humanity lmfao sorry for being rude back!!

safe to mention, if ur on anon being ironic 9/10 times i’m not gonna catch it because 1. i don’t know u so we don’t have that established banter 2. i do get a lot of bait anons or just overall hateful anons so it’s hard to tell the difference and 3. i’m just kind of bad at reading tone 🥺 i’m usually okay at it but when i’m wrong i usually end up assuming the worst, and sometimes that hurts peoples feelings 😖 pls use a tone indicator if u are on anon and ur message could be read wrong if it’s not too much trouble!

anyway tho yeah there’s a LOT of discourse about this sort of thing and while it feels really big and important online the reality is it’s overall kinda arbitrary… much like a lot of other online discourse lol!

thanks again for sending this and also for being patient and reapectful!!!!! xoxo ily

#ty anon!!

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borrovvedyoongi · 4 years

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Bet

Request: "can you pls do a scenario based off mark betting he’s not a virgin??"

WARNINGS: creampie/blowjobs/rough sex/humiliation kink..cumplay? and dom!mark :)

based on this blurb

A/N: got into a debate with a pal, she thinks mark has fuckboy hips, i think he’s an innocent virgin who can do no harm. what do you think?

word count: 1,086

“I bet you're a virgin.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

You don't know why or how the discourse between you and Mark led to this, but here you two are at 11 p.m. making s’mores. Odd banter is frequent in the relationship, only because you're so comfortable around each other.

“Baby, it's okay that you're a virgin. You don't gotta lie to me.” Mark huffs at you and takes a few steps closer to you.

“I've been told I have fuckboy hips, for your information.” It's hard to stifle a laugh with his choice of words.

“Sure Jan.” you say while stacking mini marshmallows onto your graham cracker. Moments pass and silence fills the air. It was all so sudden once you felt him pressed into your backside with his hard on poking the back of your leg.

“Wanna bet?” he breathes hotly against your ear. You gain courage to say your next words, knowing well that he's just pulling an act, a very good act.

“Bet.”

“I'll prove it to you. You're gonna regret those words.” He nips at your earlobe gently with his soft lips, trailing his fingers along your arm. It sends shivers down your spine, so enthralled by his touch, but you're not going down without a fight.

His left hand gropes at your breast while he leaves small kisses along the span of your neck. His right hand plays along the waistband of your shorts, teasing you. You turn around to face him and pull him by his shirt to kiss him. He lets you take the lead in kissing him and parts his lips for you to slip in your tongue. You gently tug at his bottom lip with your teeth. You elicit moans and raspy breaths from Mark, turning you on even further. He dips his hand into your shorts and plays with your heat over your panties. He smirks when you don't try to hold back your moans.

“Would a virgin make you this loud baby?” he teases.

“I'm not convinced just yet babe.” you say slyly. Not fazed in the slightest bit, he pulls down your shorts and continues to play at your pussy, stroking achingly slow over the fabric of your underwear. You see a bead of precum leak through his boxers and take the opportunity to swipe at it with your finger and taste it. He moans at the sight. You gather some more onto your finger and use your thumb to tap at his chin to signal to open his mouth. He sucks at your finger clean without breaking eye contact, and you almost crumble before him.

He leans into your ear and says oh so softly, “I'm going to make you beg for it babe.” Whilst doing so, he slowly pumps two fingers inside you, making you release a moan so heavenly to Mark's ears, he could bend you over the counter right now to fuck you, just so he can hear more of it. But not just yet.

“Mark, please give me more.”

“More of what baby?”

“More of you. I need you. Please.” Without a word exchanged, he pulls down the last constraining fabric that separates the two of you. He pumps his cock slowly and glides the tip along your folds, not fully giving into what you want. The slick sounds fills the kitchen and echoes back to you, the sound alone bringing you to a dirty euphoria you've never felt before.

“Nice tricks baby- ahh- but I'm still not convinced.” You manage to muster.

Mark rubs the tip of his cock against your clit and you whine. "Sounds like you've already gave in, slut. You think you're too good for me? I'll prove you wrong." His touch and warmth is suddenly gone, and you're left half bare.

"Get on your knees. Only use your mouth to touch me."

"But I want to touch-"

"I get to tell you what to do. Be a good slut and listen, you brat." You roll your eyes, and Mark scoffs. He roughly grabs your hair and tugs it, drawing out a low moan from your throat.

"Suck." You bat your lashes and engulf his cock in your petite mouth, taking your sweet time teasing him. Mark rolls his eyes to the back of his head, head tilted back, pretty lips parted slightly enough to let you hear his heavy breathing.

"Good god, you're so fucking good." He says breathlessly. The praise sends you into a frenzy, encouraging for you to take him as far as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Saliva pools at the corner of your mouth, and Mark almost cums at the sight of his obedient girl sucking him off so well.

He pulls out of your mouth and turns you around, the cold surface of the granite countertop digging into your tummy, the sensation is almost uncomfortable, but the immense pleasure and pressure of Mark's cock entering you immerses you into exhilaration.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Is all that you can manage to leave your mouth. Mark grips at your hips while you grip at the countertop for dear life. His strokes are erratic and quick, hitting you right at your sweet spot. The smacking of skin to skin and slick wetness drives you to the brink of madness, the lewdness of the sound makes Mark thrust even harder and faster than imaginable.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum, and you're going to take all of it, okay?"

"Fuck- please cum in me, fill me up with your cum." Mark's hand makes its way to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. Your orgasm comes at you in waves, each wave stronger than the last. Mark pulls out again, and you feel something drip against your leg. With the sweep of his fingers against your leaking pussy, Mark puts his fingers in your mouth, making you taste him. You suck up every remaining drop, humming at the bitter taste.

"Sorry for being so rough for our first time.. I don't know what came over me. Are you okay baby?" Mark's doe like eyes come into your vision and you press a soft kiss to his lips as your answer.

"I don't care about it being rough, I can take it. It was really hot anyways." Mark lets out a giggle and you can't help but leave a lingering kiss this time, with much more passion.

"Wait, you're gonna make me hard again please don't-"

"I'm not convinced yet. Round two?"

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