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smarmybouquet · 2 years
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Framing Parallels !!
While on my second rewatch, I noticed that the way that the rowing of dinghies is framed is the same in the first episode. Obviously this makes sense because it is the same torment done to Stede as a child onto the soldier as revenge/retribution. 
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It is a centered shot with the rope clearly visible in both. The characters are trapped in this situation and have nothing to do but row. The shot gives you little else to focus on because of the sweeping movement of the oars. 
Now this framing is used later with Ed rowing away from the dock in Episode 9. The only difference is the lack of rope, but as this framing has been used before to show a trapped character, it shows that Ed is also trapped metaphorically. 
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He is brought back from his fantasy of running away with Stede and forced to become the mask of Blackbeard again. 
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What is even more poignant is that when this cinematic language is used to show being confined, in the final scene, Stede (on a dinghy) is framed differently. He is finally free. He is not being forced to row. He is choosing to follow his heart against the expectations of society at the time. 
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miniwheat77 · 8 months
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Triple Threat. (Keegan, König, & Ghost X Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, double penetration, Sex Pollen, drugs, death, violence, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)
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It’s been a long day.
You’ve been walking for miles behind the trio of masked men. You aren’t even sure why you were sent on this mission, considering the three men in front of you were the strongest. Physically and Mentally. They’re all skilled, more skilled than you’ll ever be. But you obey orders and even though you’re pointless to be here, you’re still enjoying yourself. König thought you’d be useful, you can’t argue there.
You’re lagging behind a bit, listening to everything going on. You’ve got a clear idea of how this mission is supposed to go. Capture the target, see what he knows, leave no survivors.
After a couple bomb threats from this person with the target of the base you all stayed on, you had no choice but to do this. You were getting too close to his operation and he was getting desperate. Which means whatever he has going on, is not good. You’d been walking a few miles, it’s where you were dropped off. You were closing in on the building he was in. It was all dense jungle around it. Nowhere to run.
As you approached the building, you noticed quite a few men outside. They were loading up a truck with crates of something. None of you had any kind of idea what it could be. “Keegan and Ghost, you two go ahead. You’re the quietest.” You nod. They give you nods of their own before splitting off into their own directions. “I’m going to go around, see if I can’t get a clear shot of some on the other side.” You mumble to König. He tilts his head. “Be safe, schatz.” You smile, “always.”
You make your way around, not having any idea of what awaits you ahead.
König watches through his scope, not sure why he’s out here when he did better with close combat, but nevertheless he kept quiet and stayed hidden. He watched Ghost and Keegan zero in.
“Y/N, how’s it looking?” He says into his radio.
He receives nothing but silence.
“Y/N? Do you copy?”
After another few minutes of silence, he begins to panic.
“Y/N isn’t responding, she circled around to get a better view, verrücktes Mädchen.” He mumbles the rest as he releases the button on his radio. “Shit. We have to get inside.” Ghost calls back.
“Keegan, do you copy?”
Ghost calls.
Goosebumps rise on his skin when he gets nothing in return. He’s breathing hard, resting up against a door. “Keegan?” He asks again. He sighs. “König. Keegan isn’t answering either.”
He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He’s surprised when König doesn’t call back.
“König?”
Silence.
“God damnit.“ he breathes, taken by surprise when a dart is being shot into his neck. “What the f-“
That’s the last he remembers.
Slowly, one by one, they’re waking up. They’re on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. They’ve killed most of the threats, but there’s still one. “Rise and shine.” He smiles. Their vision is blurry but they can hear you whimpering. When they fully register what’s going on, they start to panic. You’re strapped to a chair, fully naked. You’ve got a cloth tied around your mouth. “What the fuck is going on?” Keegan yells. “Ah, so you can talk.” The man smiles. He’s breathing hard, fighting against his restraints. He runs a knife over your chest and you close your eyes tightly, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths darling. Yeah, that’s it.” He chuckles.
König’s eyes darken. He wants to rip this man’s head off for touching you.
“Your precious girl here is infected now. Well… all of you are.” He chuckles. “This little dart here. Holds 1 Milliliter of the sweetest drug you can get your hands on.” He holds up the little dart. “I prescribe about 1/4 of that for my very special clients. You’re all infected with enough of this to kill a horse.” He laughs. “What the hell is it?” Ghost seethes. “Oh? You don’t know?” He smirks. “It’s a sex drug. A bit like the over the counter ones you can buy, but on steroids. When you take a little bit, you get aroused, you produce pheromones that attract people, makes sex intense. But when you take in more than the recommended amount..” he clicks his tongue.
“Heart rate picks up. Blood pressure rises. Keeps rising and rising until it bottoms out. You’ll either die of a heart attack or your heart will just give out.” He laughs. “So.. your girl here. She was infected first. Which means she’s going to die first, and you’re all going to watch her squirm. She’s going to beg for relief, beg for anything you’ll give her. But you’re stuck.” He laughs. “The only way she’ll feel better is if she gets fucked enough.” He laughs. He sits down in a chair, writing something down. “Ich werde dich töten.” König seethes. Looking up at him through his mask. “What was that big guy? Hm?” He laughs. He stands up once more. “You know what, I’ve got an idea. How about we get rid of the ridiculous costumes, show your real faces!” He claps his hands together. He starts with König, pulling off his hood. He glares up at him. Next was Ghost, he tugs his balaclava off. Ghost sends him a death stare. Next was Keegan, who had a smile on his face. “What are you smiling at?” He crouches down. “Just think your head is going to look perfect on a stick.” He spits in his face. He growls. “Whatever. Pay close attention to your little girlfriend, she’s going to start begging soon enough.” He mumbles. “She’s actually really sexy, might give her a go before her heart explodes.” He grips his dick through his jeans and that’s when König tugs at the ropes, feeling them start to give away. You whimper out, shifting in your chair. “Yeah, there we go.” He chuckles, sitting back down. He goes back to writing something down, and you squirming on the chair doesn’t help the situation at all. You’re rubbing your thighs together, raising your hips. You’re rutting them down into the chair for any sort of relief. As the time goes on, the worse it gets. Pretty soon, all three men are trying to ignore the tightening in their pants, shifting uncomfortably, trying hard to get out of their restraints.
“Awe. Look at you.” The man smiles. “Soaking the chair.” He chuckles. He runs his fingertips up your thigh and you flinch. “Stop.” Ghost growls. “Nah, I think it’s time I take her for a test drive.” He smiles. König rips through the ropes, the man freezes when he hears the click of a gun.
“Turn around.” He growls. “Woah… take it easy big guy. I was only joking.”
“Ich habe einen Witz für dich.” He smiles. “What?” He asks. Just then, König pulls the trigger. He hits the man right between the eyes. He falls backward, blood pouring from his head. König cuts the ropes off of Ghost and motions for him to free Keegan. König rushes to get to you. “You okay?” He asks. “No-“ you shiver. He kneels down, freeing you from the chair. “I know, it’s hard. But you have to fight it.” Ghost mumbles. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you?” He asks. You shake your head. “No.” You grit your teeth. “Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t know, it’s too hot anyways.” You pant. Your skin is hot to the touch. Keegan stands behind you, brushing your hair away from you to look at you. You’re completely clear aside from a tiny puncture mark from the dart. “The… the only way-“ you grit your teeth, closing your eyes. “The only way is to have sex, I can feel my heart beating out of my chest.” You whine. “I feel it too.” Keegan mutters. Ghost looks down. Agreeing silently. König nods his head. “So what do we do?” Keegan asks.
“We do what we have to.” Ghost mumbles. You nod your head.
The more aroused the three men get, the better they seem to smell. They’re attracting you so much. You bend over, crying out. “You okay?” Keegan kneels by you. “Can’t take it anymore.” You look up at him. Tears streaming from your eyes. “Cmon.” He mumbles, sliding his arm under the bend of your knees and your back. He lifts you up. “We’ve got to find a room or something. If we’re going to do this we have to start now.” Keegan mumbles. They nod. They quickly move through the building, Ghost first, König next, and than Keegan with you. They move in a line, just in case there’s more men they don’t know about. You whine into Keegan’s shoulder. Propping yourself up onto him. “Y/N- what are you doing?” He mumbles. “Need it- need it so bad Keegan.” You mewl. You grip onto him, wiggling out of his grasp so that you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist. You attack his neck with your teeth, grinding your hips into him.
“Shit- Y/N. We’re almost there. You have to stop-“ he grits his teeth, Ghost and König glance back at you, seeing you attacking Keegan. Your desperation has them aching.
“In here.” Ghost holds open the door, locking it behind you and propping a chair up on it just in case. It’s a bedroom, at last. “Ah- you’ve got to let go sweetheart.” Keegan groans. “No, please. I need it. Need it so bad.” You whine. Grinding your hips into him more. “I know, we’re going to help you. Just… for one second baby.” He breathes. You let go of him and he lowers you onto the bed. “Fuck..” he growls. Noticing the way you’ve soaked the front of him. The three men are standing at the edge of the bed, staring down at you. Like you’re the finest meal they’ve ever laid their eyes on. Keegan is first to break, reaching for his belt. Your pupils are blown out as you watch his hands move to unbuckle it. The other two follow his movements. You bite your lip, body shivering at the thought of what’s about to happen. You can’t help yourself, reaching between your legs to stimulate the sensitive nub that awaits any kind of relief it can get. A mewl leaves your lips and you tilt your head back. “She’s going to have to get used to me, I’ll go last.” König nods. They all silently agree. He’s right, he’s the biggest of the three. After admiring the way you touch yourself, they can’t anymore.
Keegan reaches out, grasping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the bed. “Poor girl. Just soaking..” he breathes. He rubs the tip of his cock over your aching hole, a whine leaving your lips as you raise your hips into him. He moves his hips forward, the tip of his cock pushing through your wet folds. You want to cry when he fills you up. The relief you feel is incredible. You can feel more tears welling up in your eyes as he starts to thrust himself inside of you.
The squelch from your wet pussy is the only thing they can hear besides your whines. You squirm around, the way he feels is almost too much. “Ah- you’re gripping me so tight.” He breathes. “Hold on.” Ghost mumbles. He lifts you up off of the bed, apologizing at the loss you feel from Keegan exiting you. You straddle him. “You wet enough from her?” He asks. Keegan nods his head. “Y-yeah. Fuck.” He groans. He’s never done anything like this before, nothing like he’s about to do. Ghost lines his cock up with your pussy, and you sink down onto him with a gasp. Clutching his shoulders. “There you go, now relax for Keegan alright?” You nod your head. You feel Keegan’s tip aligning with your ass. You’d be worried. If it weren’t for the drug, you’d be modest and shy away from what they’re doing. But as he fills your ass to the hilt with ease, the fullness you feel. You can’t even think straight anymore.
The pleasure you feel from them has you on cloud 9. Vision blurring, you can barely make a sound. Your lips are parted, eyes are blown wide as they start to move into you. A chuckle leaves Ghosts lips at your reaction to them.
“She’s feeling good.” He laughs. “Think so.” Keegan chuckles. You rest your head on Ghosts shoulder, turning to look at König. He’s pumping his cock quickly, he’s desperate too. You reach your hand out for him. He moves closer and you take him into your hand, pumping his cock. He gasps out, head tilting back. You can see them, all of them. More than just the color of their eyes. You can see their sharp jawlines, the small scars decorating their faces. You can see the curves of their lips, their stubble that needs to be shaved. You can see and feel all of them, and it’s too much. Your first orgasm is coming fast. Your thighs are shaking, your cheeks are flushed from the warmth moving through you. “I.. I’m so close.” You whimper. Your hand tightens around König and he hisses slightly. “Fuck.” He groans. You clutch Ghost hard with your other hand. “I-“ you freeze up. Body going rigid as you reach your first orgasm. You cry out, soaking Ghost’s thighs with your arousal. “Oh fuck.” He breathes, looking down. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me.” He chuckles. “Ah fuck- I’m gonna cum too!” Keegan pants. He grips your hips hard. Thrusting into you harder. He’s chasing after his high, using you to reach it.
He’s panting hard, moans getting more unsteady by the second. “Oh fuck!” He growls, teeth gritted as he cums. His thrusts are sharp and bruising as he rides out his high, stuttering to a stop against you. You feel full of him, turning to look at him. He grips your throat, kissing you hard as he slides himself from your ass. “Fuck-“ he breathes. He steps away from you for a second.
“I think she’s ready for you, König.” Ghost nods. Keegan takes a deep breath, relaxing back into a chair. “Does it feel like it’s worn off?” Ghost asks him. He nods his head. “Yeah. I think it’s only got her so worked up because she’s smaller than us.” He nods. “Probably, never thought about it like that.” You’re rocking your hips into him, desperate for more. “I’ll go make sure the rest is all clear.” Keegan finishes getting dressed. König replaces the chair on the door behind him before making his way back to you. Ghost slides you off of him and you mewl at the emptiness you feel. He chuckles at this, “Relax, just for a second darling.”
“Go to König.” He breathes. You nod your head, König lifts you up into him, swapping places with Ghost. He sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. “I’m really big sweetheart, so don’t get too eager.” He breathes. “Schau mich an.” He raises your chin and you look him in the eyes. “Keep looking at me.” He presses his forehead to yours. You slowly sink down onto him, thighs shaking slightly. He’s big. You moan out, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you. Once he’s bottoming out in you, you can barely hold yourself up. Ghost has his cock nestled into your ass, like Keegan had. He was already so close. When they start thrusting, you can’t keep quiet. It’s so much, and König adds to it. Circling your clit gently. Sucking your nipples into his mouth. You being stimulated is what helps the l drug wear off. He’d do what he had to.
Ghost has a tight grip on your hips, his thrusts are getting sloppy. He hisses, feeling you tighten slightly around him. He’s right on the edge. He tilts your head back, tugging slightly on your hair. König has one of your nipples between his lips, sucking gently as he rubs your clit. Ghost kisses you hard, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. It’s by far the best he’s ever had. His body jerks hard as he finishes inside of your ass, pulling away from you completely. You moan at the loss of him, turning to look at him. “I’m going to go help Keegan.” He mumbles. He’s readjusting his cargo pants, buckling his belt. “Be safe.” You whimper. He nods. When he leaves this time, neither you or König are worried about the chair in front of the door. He lifts you up, turning around so that he can lay you on the bed. Smiling when you refuse to let go of him. “Relax, Ich gehe nirgendwohin.” He pushes your hips down into the bed, and looks at you. He’s not sure you’re ready for the force he’s about to use on you, but as desperate as you seem to be, he doesn’t think you’ll mind.
He starts at a fast pace, fucking into you hard. It only takes a few seconds and you’re nearly crying from how rough he is with you. His cock is big and you’ve never taken anything like the three of them ever before. You’ve got a death grip on the blankets beneath you, and you can’t stay quiet. He releases one hand, using it to rub circles into your sensitive nub once more, and that’s when you lose it. You’re sobbing when you finally cum again, raising your hips into him and flinching away from him when he continues his fast pace. “Doing so good for me. So ein gutes Mädchen.” He pants. He leans down to kiss you once more, his high is approaching too. The stimulation he feels is intense, you’re wrapped so tight around him, he just can’t take it anymore.
“Oh yes… yes so close.” He grips your hips hard as he slips over the edge, hips hammering into yours as he cums. You’re sure there will be bruises all over you. “Verdammt, so gut.” He cries. His thrusts halt, and he realizes he’s just filled you up with his cum. He sighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He breathes. You look up at him. Eyes feeling heavy as the arousal finally begins to wear off. You send him a lazy smile. “Don’t be.” You breathe. He slides out of you, groaning as he does so. He takes a second, panting. He’s trying to catch his breath.
He helps you get cleaned up, making sure to clean your skin if the mix of arousal between the four of you.
He wraps you up in a clean blanket. Lifting you up and carrying you back into the room this had all begun. He’s looking around for your clothes but can’t seem to find them. “It’s all clear.” Keegan nods. König nods his head. He places you down in a chair for a moment, picking up his hood and returning it to cover his face. Ghost and Keegan doing the same. “I can’t find her clothes.” König sighs. “I’ve got them.” Keegan nods. He passes them to König and he thanks him. He unwraps the blanket you’re in, helping you get dressed. You’re exhausted and weak, eyes getting heavy as he helps you. “I’ve got a sample of the drug and some paperwork. That’s all we needed right?” Ghost asks. König nods his head. “Yes. All in all this was a successful mission.” He nods. “Jedoch, this stays between us.” He laughs. Ghost and Keegan can’t help but laugh, even you have a tired smile on your lips. “Yes sir.” Keegan laughs.
König ties your boots, and returns the blanket around you, lifting you up with ease. That was one good thing about the massive man, he was strong. “Let’s get to exfil. We all need to be checked out.” Ghost says. Everyone nods in agreement. You’ve finally fallen asleep and König can’t help but smile.
This was going to be a day to remember.
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neochan · 4 months
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≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)
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「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung
≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.
≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.
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⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...
⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.
⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.
⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."
⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.
⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.
⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.
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≣ taglist ⋮ @hykwrld-main @peachjaem00 @rainyjeno @be-my-sunrise @revehae
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thvhoe · 1 year
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Fight Or Flight | JJK
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Pairing: Boxer!Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
Genre: Best friends brother AU, BFB To Lovers, Fighter AU
Word count: 18k
Synopsis:
You want to disappear and sink into the ground—we're talking code red.
As a result of the horrible events of accidentally sending your nudes to your best friend's brother, your life appears to change drastically.
Beautiful, arrogant, and quickly developing into a star fighter—many factors should prevent you from falling for Jeon Jungkook.
For years, you've kept your feelings for him a secret. Yet, ever since he has seen you in your underwear, it can become difficult to conceal your emotions when you see him practically daily.
A/n:
I finally did it! After days of writing late into the night, countless cups of coffee, and far too many rewrites to count. There were times when the plot refused to come together, the characters weren't cooperating, and I thought this story would remain forever unfinished.
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You had never expected a simple mistake to turn your life upside down.
It all started when you were trying to send a sexy picture to your best friend, as one does, but instead, you accidentally sent it to Jeon Jungkook, your best friend's brother.
Your heart sank the moment you realized what had happened, and you immediately tried to take it back, but it was too late. You had already sent Jungkook a nude picture of yourself.
There's nothing quite like that feeling of confidence and sexiness. It's a feeling that can be difficult to describe. When you feel good about yourself, you exude a certain energy that is contagious to those around you.
Taking a nude can be a powerful way to capture that feeling of confidence and self-love, whether it's a quick snap in the mirror or a carefully curated shot.
So when you sent Jungkook that pic; boobs out on display and only a pair of panties covering your privates, yeah, it was bad.
You and Jungkook were never close, but because of your friendship with Yeji, you saw him pretty much every day.
There was just something intriguing about the guy. Of course, he was handsome. But furthermore, there was a certain charm and arrogance to him in the best way possible.
You were just a normal college girl, but that doesn't mean your life was uneventful or uninteresting. In fact, you were very involved in a number of extracurricular activities, including volunteering at a local animal shelter every other weekend.
While you may not have been at the top of your class, you still had a deep love for learning and becoming successful.
Aspiring to be an architect like your dad was an obvious choice for you, given his talent and passion for the field, but you also had a keen interest in architecture overall. Your college years were a time of growth for sure.
Jungkook had always been a fighter at heart, and boxing was his passion. He trained tirelessly every day, pushing himself to the limit to become the best he could be. His hard work and dedication were beginning to pay off, as he quickly rose through the ranks to become one of the top boxers in all of South Korea.
From the moment you first saw him, you knew there was something special about Jungkook. Whether it was his good looks or his determination, he had a way of drawing people to him and you found yourself captivated by his every move. It was a way of life.
Jeon Jungkook lived and breathed boxing.
He was a beautiful man, with his sharp jawline and piercing gaze. Jungkook was arrogant, but he had good reason to be—he was developing into a star fighter, and his talent was undeniable. You had always admired him from afar, but you never thought you would be in this situation.
.
You stare at your phone in horror, fingers trembling. The little 'delivered' text under the message mocks you, confirming your worst fear: you've sent Jeon Jungkook, your best friend's brother, a nude.
You feel your face starting to burn with embarrassment, your mind racing as you struggle to think of what to do next. In a moment of desperation, you quickly dial your best friend's number. As the phone rings on the other end, you try to steady your breathing and prepare yourself for the conversation ahead.
Finally, Yeji answers, and you launch into a detailed explanation of everything that has happened.
"I accidentally sent Jungkook a nude!" You blurt out as soon as she picks up.
"Oh my god," Yeji gasps. You can picture her eyes widening in shock.
"Jungkook as in my brother?! That's disgusting!" Yeji fakes a gag. "Did he say anything?"
You groan, dragging a hand down your face. "I just sent it! I don't know, he hasn't replied yet."
"Okay, stay calm," she says, though her voice is shaking. "It was an accident, right? I'm sure he'll understand. Maybe it got lost in the internet or something."
Her reassurance does little to slow your racing heart. How could you have been so stupid? All these years you've kept your feelings for Jungkook locked away, and one absentminded slip of the finger could ruin everything.
You end the call with a knot in your stomach, dreading the moment Jungkook texts you back. When your phone finally buzzes, you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath before looking.
Instagram: Itzy.all.inyeji liked your story
Rolling your eyes, you're sort of relieved that it wasn't Jungkook who replied to your message, you've never even texted the guy, how did you manage to fuck up so badly?
Clicking and the chat you heart sinks for the hundredth time that day; he'd left you on seen.
That's worse than just sending a simple "what the fuck" or "you crazy bitch"
You spend the next few hours obsessing over what he might be thinking, imagining the worst-case scenarios. You take a deep breath and open your messages, fingers trembling as you type out an apology to Jungkook. After a few moments of agonizing over the wording, you hit 'delete' and throw your phone across the room in frustration. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. How could you be so stupid.
-
"It really can't be that bad, l mean, when did you even start taking nudes and-" Jimin leans closer to you as he raises a brow, "who did you want to send it to anyway, huh?"
You take a deep breath, feeling embarrassed by the situation. "I never intended to send a nude to anyone," you explain. "I had just taken the photo for myself, to feel more confident in my body. But then I thought, why not share it with Yeji? She's always told me to be more outgoing"
Jimin nods, understanding. "So what happened?"
"Well, I thought I sent it to her, but instead, it ended up in the chat of Jeon Jungkook," you say, feeling your face turn red with embarrassment.
"Her brother?!" Jimin yells a bit too loud
"I don't know how it happened! but now I feel exposed as fuck."
Jimin puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Well what did he say?" He asks, curious as to how someone would even react to that.
"That's the worst part!" Taking a sip from your coffee, you whisper-yell, "nothing, he said nothing! Nada, nichts!"
"It's okay, so what if that mister 'all muscle no brain' saw your boobs? He should feel grateful and privileged!" Jimin tries to comfort you but fails miserably.
You sigh and shake your head. "It's not about him seeing my boobs, Jimin. It's about the fact that he has a picture and could potentially share it with others. That would be so humiliating"
Jimin nods, understanding. “I see what you mean. We'll figure out a way to get that picture out of his phone.”
Appreciating Jimin's support, you feel a bit better knowing that someone is there to help you.
It's not like you hadn't asked Yeji to delete it for you whenever she got the chance to get to his phone in the first place. Unfortunately for you though, Jungkook had forgotten his phone at the gym, and now you were faced with the dilemma of how to get the picture removed.
You toyed with the idea of waiting for him to get the phone back home, but as time passed, you became more and more impatient with the situation. So now there was only one reasonable plan; ask Jungkook to politely remove the pic—ugh, who were you kidding? You were breaking into that damn gym, no matter the cost.
You glance at your reflection in Jimin's full-length mirror and ask incredulously, "are you kidding me?" You and Jimin are both dressed in black with face masks hiding your identities from any potential cameras or people nearby.
Jimin rolls his eyes and shrugs. "If you're going to ask me to do this shit that could land me in jail, at least let me do it looking good," he complains.
He had a point. After all, you were asking him to take a major risk. It was only fair that he be able to do so looking his best. Jimin was always concerned about his appearance, but it was understandable. Sort of.
Beyond that, Jimin had concerns about the plan itself. It seemed risky and ill-conceived. He had his doubts about whether it would even work.
Jimin looks at you, clearly annoyed. "I don't like the idea of doing anything illegal. It's risky, and it's not worth it." You nod, but you can see the reluctance in his eyes. "But if we're going to go through with this," he continues, "we need to be smart about it. We need to plan everything out, from start to finish, and make sure we don't leave any loose ends. Otherwise, we could both end up in trouble." You agree with him.
Jimin sighs and looks at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I don't know why you always have to involve me in your crazy schemes," he says, shaking his head. "But if you really need my help-"
"I'm not asking you to do anything you dont want to," you interrupt, trying to keep your tone even. "I just need you to help me get access to Jungkooks phone. And you're the only one I trust to do it.”
You can't help but feel a little nervous about what you're about to do, but you try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. After all, you both agreed to this plan for a good reason.
Jungkook was in the middle of a rigorous workout session. He was hitting the punching bag in front of him with all his might, his fists making a loud thudding sound each time they connected with the bag. His coach was standing next to him, offering words of encouragement and instruction. "Up, up, down, left, up," the coach instructed, urging Jungkook to hit even harder. Despite the difficulty of the workout, Jungkook was determined to push himself to the limit.
As he continued to hit, sweat dripped down his face and back. He had taken off his shirt, preferring to feel the cool air against his skin as he put his body through its paces. Even with his hair in a messy bun, he still managed to look amazing.
After a few more minutes of intense exercise, his coach called for a five-minute break. Jungkook nodded in agreement and made his way to his water bottle, taking long gulps of water to quench his thirst. Also taking a moment to check the time on his phone he realized that It was already 11pm on a Tuesday night, and he knew that he still had a long way to go before he could call it a day.
"Alright champ, good workout, you need to work on your breathing more though" Coach Park told Jungkook, hand hitting his shoulder as a goodbye, leaving him alone in the private gym room. It was now past midnight, and all Jungkook wanted to do was shower and fall into bed, that is until he heard noises from outside catching his attention. He wondered if it was Coach Park, but he knew that he never cleaned the gym this late at night.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Jungkook walked outside and analyzed the empty gym equipment in front of him, but there was no person in sight. Walking back in, Jungkook shakes his head and takes off his hairtie.
Finally, he reached the showers and took off his remaining clothes, putting the water on the coldest option. As he shivered under the cold water, he couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.
"Are you sure he's not here anymore?" Jimin asked, sounding unsure. "Yes, it's midnight Chim, who in their right mind would-" a cracking door caught both of your attention, making you hide behind the reception desk. You two watched as Jungkook looked around, having probably heard your bickering. When he finally walked back in, you cursed under your breath "shit". Jimin gave you an "I told you so" look, grabbed your hand, and pulled youf towards the front door.
Loosening yourself from his grip with wide eyes, you stare at him. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "Were leaving, Y/n this is crazy, if we get caught you'll look like a spycho bitch"
"You can leave," you scoff, "but I'm going to get that picture deleted off his phone," you say determinedly.
You walk straight to Jungkook's private boxing room with Jimin whining behind you as he follows. "You're lucky I feel cute in this," he says, referring to his outfit.
"Okay, listen," you say, turning to Jimin with a furrowed brow. "You're close with Hoseok, right?" You wait for a nod. "Good. Then go in and check his phone. I think Yeji said his pin was his birthday, 10997."
Jimin interrupts you with a laugh "dumbass", making you hit his chest. "What?" you ask, feeling a little defensive. "That's so obvious. Jungkook is actually stupid." Jimin continues to chuckle.
You hit him playfully and signal for him to stay quiet. "If he catches you, which he won't," you say, stopping him from interrupting you. "Just say that you thought Hoseok was here tonight."
Jimin gives you a look of disbelief, but eventually nods. "You're lucky I love you," he says teasingly before entering the room. You can't help but feel a little guilty for asking Jimin to do this, but you need to delete that picture.
Hoping that Jungkook would take his sweet time in the shower, you watch Jimin from outside the door.
You turn to Jimin and give him a thumbs up, urging him to continue looking for the chat.
Jimin fumbles with the phone, whisper-yelling at you to come help him. When you can still hear the sound of water running in the shower and you quickly jog to Jimin's side, looking down at the phone screen. "He doesn't even have my number saved in his phone," you huff, feeling a small piece of your pride falling away. Crushes can really make you feel the craziest things. "Okay, here it is. Delete it," you say nervously, watching as Jimin hits the 'delete' button just as you hear an unexpected sound from the bathroom.
"What the fuck"
Your heart races as you turn to look at a soaking wet, only in a towel wrapped, Jungkook.
"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Jungkook's voice boomed as he walked closer to you and snatched his phone from Jimin's grasp. You let out a whine as he came face to face with the chat and, well, your breasts.
His eyes widened as his mouth opened in shock, his gaze shifting from the picture to you. "What is this?" he asked, clearly confused, his brow furrowed as he played with his lip ring. You stumbled over your words, looking at Jimin for help, who was equally as confused.
When no one said anything for a while, Jimin decided to speak up. "Y/n accidentally sent you a nude, and now we're trying to delete it so you won't show it around, eventually ruining her life."
"Jimin!" You yelled out in shock, surprised that your best friend would expose you like this. Looking back up at Jungkook, you were close to tears, all of this was so embarrassing. "Why are you acting shocked anyway? It's not like you're seeing the picture for the first time," Jimin reasoned with Jungkook, who was still perplexed. Shaking his head, Jungkook cocked his head to the side. "It is, though. When did you even send this?" Jungkook turned to look back at his phone, his eyes lingering for a moment before he was jolted out of his concentration by you snatching the phone away from him, your fingers fumbling slightly as you worked quickly to delete the picture. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time, a weighty presence that made your stomach turn.
Finally, the picture was gone and you breathed a sigh of relief, your shoulders slumping slightly in relaxation. But even as you relaxed, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed and vulnerable.
You wished that you could take back the mistake, that you could erase the memory of that moment from both your mind and Jungkook's. But you knew that it was impossible, that you would have to deal with the humiliation and embarrassment that came with it.
"Are we in trouble?" Your quiet voice speaks up, barely audible. You look around the room, illuminated only by the flickering light, and try to make sense of your situation. You and Jungkook have known each other for over a decade now, and while you've shared many moments together, you've never actually talked more than 2 words to one another.
You can feel the weight of the silence between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts. You wonder if this moment could be the turning point that changes everything.
"Just leave"
-
"You're telling me that L/n Y/n sent you a pic of her tits?" Hoseok laughs in disbelief. "Damn man, you really got 'em lining up, huh?" he says, taking a sip of his drink before leaning back on Jungkook's couch. "That's crazy man," he adds, staring at Jungkook in disbelief.
Jungkook shakes his head, his mind still recovering from the incident that happened on Tuesday. He and you had known each other for years, but he had never seen you in a romantic way. He had always thought of you as his little sister's best friend, someone he occasionally saw on family dinners or his sisters sleepover parties. But when he received that picture of your amazing boobs, everything changed.
Suddenly, he began to see you in a new light, and he couldn't stop thinking about you. He wondered what other secrets you had, what other parts of your body were just waiting to be discovered. It was a dangerous game, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. He was hooked on the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden.
"I don't know man," Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair. "I've just never seen her as more than my little sister's best friend but now-" he trails off, throwing his head back in frustration. "Now I can't stop thinking about her."
Hoseok chuckles, shaking his head at Jungkook's predicament. "You're thinking with your dick, that's all," he says, taking another sip of his drink. "You're frustrated because all you've been doing is practicing, practicing, and practicing. You need to get laid, not a girlfriend. Trust me, it'll make all the difference."
“Coach says its good to have some pent-up tension for my upcoming fight, you know, so I can let it all out in the ring” Jungkook replies, lazily scrolling through his phone.
He'd been training for months for this fight, bettering his skills and studying his opponents.
“Do you do anything else than boxing? I feel like it's all you do” Hoseok crosses his arms, drink empty as he states at his friend. Jungkook chuckles, knowing that his friend had a point. While boxing was his main focus, he did make time for other hobbies and interests, such as playing video games and spending time with his family.
Jungkook took a sip of his drink, contemplating Hoseok's question. "Well, I do some running in the mornings to keep myself in shape. And I also do some weight lifting to build up my strength. But boxing is definitely my main focus right now. I want to be the best in my weight class, and that takes a lot of dedication."
Hoseok raised an eyebrow. "But don't you ever get bored of just doing one thing all the time? Maybe you should try mixing it up a bit, like I don't know, Actually enjoy life? When was the last time you went out to party, let alone had a girl."
Jungkook smiled. "Actually, I've been thinking about taking up martial arts as well." Hoseok nodded, rolling his eyes. "That's a great idea. Why dont you give up on life at this point." The irony was clear in his friends voice.
Jungkook grinned. "Apart from you, I actually have something I'm passionate about hyung, how's your job doing, huh?" Jungkook teases, knowing exactly how much his friend hated his 9-5 office job.
"Stop trying to change the topic, you know I'm just worried about you becoming some weirdo without any friends, what if you end up doing drugs"
-
As you lay down on Yeji's bed, you couldn't help but go on about how handsome and cute Jungkook is. Even though he's seen you naked, somehow seeing him this morning didn't feel awkward at all. It's possible that you were overthinking things after all.
Yeji, who was putting on chapstick next to you, immediately interjected, "I know damn well you're not talking about my disgusting brother right now." You both laughed at her comment before settling in for a much needed sleepover. As you browsed through Yeji's laptop, you stumbled upon a dating show that you both decided to watch.
The show was entertaining, but you couldn't help but daydream about Jungkook throughout.
The more you thought, the more you got the sense that you are still in the process of getting to know Jungkook. You wonder what it would be like to date him and whether he would make a sweet and affectionate boyfriend who would bring you flowers and chocolates. Or maybe he is more reserved when it comes to PDA and prefers not to show too much of it in public.
You wonder whether he would want you to come to his fights to cheer him on or whether he would prefer you to stay home. While you slowly realized that you didn't know much about Jungkook as you thought. Perhaps your initial attraction to him is based on just an idea or fantasy.
“Y/nnnn are you even watching the show?” your friend whines besides you, showing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. You smile, nodding as you focus your eyes and thoughts on the show.
Despite your appreciation for dating shows, your mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook. You wonder what he’s doing at the moment and if he’s thinking of you too. Maybe you can invite him to watch the show with you next time? No Y/n what are you even thinking.
In the meantime, you continue to enjoy the show and the company of your friend, occasionally sharing a laugh or a comment about what’s happening on screen.
"By the way," Yeji starts, looking up from her laptop and lowering the volume. "I've been meaning to ask you. Did you delete the picture from my brother's phone?" You feel a knot form in your stomach as you realize what she's asking. You remember Tuesday when you broke into the gym.
You had thought you had succeeded in deleting it, but now you're not so sure. What if somehow it's still on his phone?
Yeji looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response.
"I did" you tell her.
"Great, how did you do it?" she asks you, her eyes curious and full of wonder. She leans in, eager to hear every detail. "Did you ask him?" she asks, her curiosity peaked.
Swallowing you look anywhere but at her, "Jimin and I broke into the gym and took his phone while he was taking a shower"
"WHAT?!"
-
One reason why falling for your best friend's brother might be a bad idea is because it could potentially ruin the friendship. When you have romantic feelings towards someone, it can be difficult to continue to have a platonic relationship if those feelings are not reciprocated.
Yeah, no shit, you think as you scroll through wikihow, yes, you were that desperate.
Additionally, if a relationship with your best friend's brother were to end badly, it could create tension and awkwardness within your social circle. It's important to carefully consider the potential consequences before making any decisions.
Well, great, thanks for nothing.
You take a deep breath and shut your phone, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over you. As you look around your room, your eyes come to rest on a picture of Yeji and you at disneyland from 5 years ago, and your mind begins to wander.
You can't help but feel a sense of longing as you think about Jungkook again, your thoughts consumed by his handsome features and infectious smile. It's funny how a simple crush can have such a profound impact on one's daily life, filling even the most mundane moments with excitement and anticipation.
Excitement and anticipation, that will never lead to more than a quick 'hello' or 'bye'.
You have it bad for Jeon Jungkook, and there was just no right way to deal with it.
-
Jungkook stands in front of the punching bag, his gloves tight, and his muscles tense. Sweat drips down his forehead as he delivers punch after punch, his breathing heavy and laboured. As coach yells at him to go harder and faster, pushing him to his limits, Jungkook's frustration mounts as he feels like he's not making as much progress as he should be. Suddenly, the coach curses and leans against the big mirror. Jungkook can feel his heart rate increasing as he wonders what he's done wrong. "Jungkook, are you even trying?" the coach asks, his voice filled with warning.
"Of course I am," Jungkook snaps back, his temper starting to flare. He removes his boxing gloves and throws them on the ground in frustration. "I'm already much better than last week." Coach Park doesn't seem impressed. "You might be, but you're not better than yesterday or the day before, Jeon. You need to concentrate and push yourself if you want to see real progress. Don't be satisfied with just making a little bit of improvement." Jungkook takes a deep breath and nods his head. He knows the coach is right. He needs to focus on the present and work harder every day if he wants to reach his goals.
Jungkook begins to ponder about the things that have been causing him stress lately. One of these things is you. He wonders how it is that a simple picture could provoke such intense emotions within him. It wasn't just the picture itself, but the fact that he saw a vulnerable side of you that made his heart race.
He has always been told by his coaches over the years that there is no time for relationships when you are focused on your career. As a result, he has never really experienced a relationship in its fullest. He has slept around with various girls over the years, and he knows that he looks good. But he has never caught feelings for someone in the way that he has for you.
Were you the first person to make him feel this way? Perhaps it is the way you smile or the way you laugh that has captured his heart. Maybe it is the way you look at him or the way you support him when you go to his matches with his sister. Whatever it is, the thought of you fills him with a sense of longing and desire that he cannot ignore.
With Quick Hits, Jungkook seems to have found his rhythm again. His hits were getting harder and faster, unintentionally breaking the punching bag, causing it to fall to the ground. Coach Park was thrilled with his performance, and instead of scolding him, he clapped in pride. "Now that's how I want to see you in the ring next week, Jeon. No slacking. Just think with your fists and muscles." Jungkook smiled, nodding grateful for the praise. He had been working hard to get back into the groove, and it seemed like it was finally paying off. As he wiped the sweat off his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. After all, he had his sights set on the championship, and he wasn't going to let anything get in his way.
Not even a stupid crush
-
“You want me to come?” You ask, unsure of whether or not you want to attend Yeji's brother's match tonight. “Yes,” Yeji replies, looking at herself in the mirror as she gets ready. “Hoseok is gonna be there and I want to sit next to him,” she wiggles her eyebrows, making you laugh. You know that Yeji has had the biggest crush on her brother's best friend for ages now, and it's finally time for her to make a move. As you stand beside her, looking at yourself through the mirror, you ask, “So, what should I wear?” Yeji furrows her brows. “Since when do you care? Usually, you just put on some jeans and a shirt and call it a day.”
You panic for a moment, not wanting to appear too eager. “Uh, yeah, I mean, I don't know why I asked,” you awkwardly laugh. But then you think of an idea, “Actually, I was thinking of wearing a skirt and top tonight. What do you think?” Yeji's face lights up, “Yes! You should definitely wear a skirt! I have the perfect one for you!” She runs over to her closet and pulls out a beautiful, flowy miniskirt that perfectly matches your figure.
As Yeji begins to work on your hair and makeup, skillfully transforming you into a vision of beauty, you feel yourself relax under her expert touch, and the tension of the though of seeing Jungkook tonight begins to melt away.
As you look at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but feel a surge of confidence and self-assurance.
When you arrive at the match, Hoseok's eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you two. You catch his gaze and smile, nodding your head to Yeji and mouthing a "She's all yours" before disappearing to find your seats which were front row. You feel more confident than you have in a long time.
As you sit down on the cold, hard bleachers, you spot Jungkook talking animatedly to his coach not far from where you're seated. When your gaze meets from across the gym, he waves at you enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across his face. You're shocked that he'd even acknowledge you in this way, but you find yourself waving back and smiling in return despite your surprise.
“Hey Y/n, didn't know you were coming to the fight today!” Jungkook speaks up, walking over from in front of you and startling you out of your thoughts.
“Oh, sorry you scared me,” you laugh sheepishly in response, hoping the heat rising in your cheeks isn't too noticeable. “Yeah, Yeji dragged me here to watch the game. It's not like it's my first time attending anyway, though,” you shrug nonchalantly, trying to make your smile appear more genuine and relaxed than you feel on the inside.
You're not sure why you feel the need to clarify that this isn't your first time watching one of his fights. Maybe you just want him to know that you do support him, even if you're not always able to attend. Either way, you hope he can't sense how flustered he's made you with such a simple greeting and question.
“That's true,” he laughs nervously, brushing his hair back as he avoids eye contact with you for a second. Clearing his throat loudly, he looks around anxiously at the full arena and then back at you. “So,” he starts hesitantly, “Are you excited? I'm really nervous if I'm being totally honest.”
Was Jeon Jungkook seriously trying to make awkward small talk with you right now?
You couldn't help thinking about the uncomfortable incident from last week; maybe he felt guilty and was trying to alleviate the tension between you two. “Um, listen, Jungkook,” you begin, “if this is about last week, I sincerely apologize for making things weird-” “No, not at all!” He interrupts you hastily. “I just wanted to, you know, chat. We haven't really talked in a while, and I thought it might be nice to catch up?” catch up?
He pauses and scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “I feel like things have been kind of strange between us recently, and I don't want it to be that way.” Your heart softens at his words. Maybe you had misjudged his intentions; it seemed he genuinely just wanted to put the awkwardness behind you.
You offer him a small, reassuring smile. “okay, friends?” you hold out your hand in a gesture of reconciliation. He grins, looking visibly relieved, and grips your hand eagerly. “Friends.” The tension evaporates, and for the first time in a long while, you feel completely at ease talking with your best friend's brother.
Looking around the boxing arena, Jungkook's eyes scan the area for his coach, who was supposed to help him put on his gloves. However, he couldn't seem to find him anywhere. With a hint of desperation in his voice, he turns to you and hesitantly asks for a favor. "Hey, would you be able to help me out?" he asks, his eyes filled with hope. You nod, curious about what he needs help with. "I need someone to tighten my boxing gloves for me so they don't slip off when I'm fighting," he explains. "Do you think you could come to my dressing room and help me out real quick?-" he asks, interrupting himself to ensure that he isn't imposing on your time. "Only if that's okay with you" You agree, and he leads you to his dressing room, where you help him with his gloves.
As you work on getting the gloves on, your mind can't help but drift to the closeness of Jungkook's strong body. You notice how his breath quickenes when you touch his hand, and you can't help but feel drawn to him.
You're about to leave when suddenly, Coach Park enters the dressing room, eyeing the two of you suspiciously. "Jeon, you're on in 5 minutes," he says before leaving. "Well, good luck, I guess." You give him a tight smile and turn to leave, but Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you close.
Confused by his own actions, Jungkook stares at you for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. He seems lost in thought, as if trying to come to a decision. Finally, he leans in, his eyes flickering with emotion, and presses his lips to yours. It's a gentle, tentative kiss at first, but soon becomes more passionate. You feel the wetness of his lips as they move in sync with yours, and the slight pressure of his lip piercing against your skin.
Your heart begins to race as you realize the depth of your feelings for him and the intensity of the moment. As you pull away, you can't help but wonder what this would mean in your relationship. If there was one in the first place.
When Jungkook pulls away, he locks eyes with you, his brows knitted as he processes what just happened. But just as suddenly as he kissed you, he disappears.
As you stood alone in Jungkook's dressing room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were still reeling from the kiss that had just taken place, your cheeks flushed and your heart racing. On the other hand, you were anxious about what would happen next, unsure of what his next move would be.
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you tried to make sense of your feelings. Why had Jungkook kissed you? Was it just a ploy to distract him from the nervousness because of the fight? Or was there something more there? Despite your confusion, you couldn't deny the spark that had been ignited between you and Jungkook. It was as if the kiss had unlocked something more inside of you.
Jungkook ended up winning the fight, not only because of his exceptional fighting skills but also because of his sharp instincts and quick reflexes. The adrenaline rush from the kiss may have given him an extra boost of energy and motivation to come out on top.
Jungkook exhaled a deep breath and sluggishly made his way to the bathroom, feeling utterly exhausted from the intense fight. As he undressed himself, he couldn't help but notice the sweat on his body and hair.
Stepping into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down his skin, soothing his aching muscles, the fight had taken a toll on his body, but that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. The kiss he had shared with you had left a deep impression on him, making him realize that there was something special between you two.
He lathered his hair with shampoo, humming a tune to himself, lost in his thoughts. The sensation of the water running down his body was comforting, and he took his time to savour the moment. Closing his eyes and letting his mind wander, he imagined what it would be like to spend more time with you.
As he stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but think of only one thing, you.
Yeji ended up going home with Hoseok, entrusting you with the keys to her car so that you could drive to her house and get the remainder of your belongings before returning home. As you drove, the music from the radio gradually faded into the background. You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you thought about the wonderful night you had.
Once you arrived at Yeji's house, you used your spare keys to let yourself in and made your way to her room. The familiar scent of Yeji's perfume greeted you as you walked down the hallway. You looked around the house, admiring the pictures of Yeji's family and the cozy decorations that made the place feel like home.
Along the way, you couldn't help but overhear Jungkook humming in the shower. The sound sent shivers down your spine, as the last thing you wanted was to encounter him after what had happened.
You tried to ignore the sound and continued walking. As you quickly gathered your belongings, you suddenly found yourself face-to-face with Jeon Jungkook.
Your heart raced as you tried to keep your composure, but his piercing gaze made it difficult. You could feel the tension in the air, and you knew that you had to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Hey, Y/n," he says with a laugh. "So is sneaking into places your new hobby or...?" You smile and raise your hands in defeat. "Just here to get my stuff. Yeji left with Hoseok."
Jungkook doesn't seem to want to let you go just yet. Grabbing your hand just as you were about to leave "Y/n, about that kiss earlier..." he starts, but before he can finish, you interrupt him. You don't want to get any more embarrassed than you already are. "It's fine," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "It was in the heat of the moment. Don't worry, I already forgot about it." Despite your attempt to brush off the situation, you can't help but feel a sense of awkwardness between the two of you. You stand there, waiting for him to say something else, hoping for the best. But when nothing comes, you give him a tight-lipped smile and leave.
He whispered, "y/n," but you were no longer there to answer. He rubbed his hands over his head in frustration, sighing deeply as he made his way to his bed.
Lying down, Jungkook tried to find comfort in the embrace of slumber, but it was no use. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you and the events that had led up to this moment. He couldn't help but replay the kiss in his head, trying to find a way to make things right. As the hours ticked by, he tossed and turned.
Would you come back to him? Was there anything he could do to win you over? These questions plagued him until the sun began to rise, and he knew that he had to face another day without having you by his side.
-
"Good morning sunshine,” Jimin said with a smile as he walked into the coffee shop where you worked. Ordering a large latte, he sat down near the counter so he could talk to you as you worked.
“So, Mr. ‘no brain cells’ won yesterday's fight, huh?” Jimin said, taking a sip of his coffee. You nodded and continued taking another customer's order as Jimin watched you. After a few minutes of small talk, Jimin noticed that something was bothering you.
“Something's wrong. Tell me what's wrong,” he urged, concerned. You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to tell him.
"I think I kissed Jungkook"
Jimin's eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his coffee. “You think?!” You rolled your eyes at his dramatic reaction. “No, we kissed,” you said, clarifying the situation. Jimin was surprised, but he listened as you told him more about what had happened.
You went on to describe the events of the previous night, how you had gone to Jungkook's dressing room to help him out ended up kissing him—well he kissed you.
You were surprised, but at the same time, it felt right. As you recounted the details to Jimin, you realized that you were still processing your feelings about what had happened. You weren't sure what it meant for your relationship with Jungkook or even what it meant for yourself. Jimin listened patiently, offering words of support and encouragement.
“I mean isn't it good? That you guys kissed? It means that Jungkook likes you in some way” Jimin encourages, but you shake your head. Although you enjoyed the kiss, you are still uncertain about Jungkook's true feelings. Perhaps, he was just confused and did not want to hurt your feelings. You continue to ponder the situation as you take another customer's order.
You wonder if you should talk to Jungkook and ask him about his intentions. Would it be awkward to bring it up?
“So he kisses you to let out his frustration? Y/n come on, he liked you!” Jimin insists, trying to convince you that Jungkook's feelings are genuine. You can't help but wonder if Jimin is right. Could it be possible that Jungkook was interested in you?
Maybe you should observe how Jungkook behaves around you in the future. As you continue working, your mind keeps drifting back to the kiss. It was sweet and unexpected. Maybe you should kiss Jungkook again and see how he reacts. But what if he doesn't feel the same way? You don't want to ruin your friendship or whatever it is that you have with him. You decide to take it slow and be patient. Time will tell if Jungkook has any romantic interest in you.
-
Hoseok and Jungkook were at the gym, getting ready for their workout. As they were stretching, Hoseok decided to tease Jungkook by saying, "I kissed your sister yesterday."
Jungkook groaned, "Dude, don't tell me that stuff. It's disgusting." not amused. Feeling a bit awkward, he couldn't help but look away. As he turned to the mirror to distract himself, he thought about how much he had been working out lately. He flexed his muscles, admiring the definition that was starting to show. It was hard work, but he knew it was worth it to reach his fitness goals.
Knowing that Jimin had already spilled the beans, Hoseok asked Jungkook if there was anything he wanted to share. Jungkook only shrugged and replied, "No, everything's cool." However, Hoseok wasn't convinced and probed further, "Are you sure? You didn't kiss anyone, too?"
Jungkook's head snapped around, his eyes wide with surprise. "Who told you?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. It was clear that he was not expecting anyone to know about what had happened.
"Jimin"
"Listen dude, you obviously like her, why not go for it” Hoseok asks, frustrated with his best friend. Sighing, Jungkook looks down, "It's not that easy. If I let myself be vulnerable, then I can kiss my career goodbye. I have worked so hard to get where I am, and I don't want to jeopardize it just because of a girl."
Hoseok nods understandingly, "I get it, but think about it this way, having someone who supports you can actually help your career. She can be your rock and your motivation, someone who understands the struggle and is there to help you get through it. Besides, having a girlfriend or a partner is not a hindrance to success."
"it can even improve your overall well-being and happiness, man, which can benefit to better performance in your career." He finishes
Jungkook thinks about it for a moment, picking up the heaviest weight he can find, "You have a point there, but I still don't know if I'm ready for a relationship." Hoseok pats his back, "Take your time, but don't close yourself off to the possibility. You never know. She might be the one."
-
As you dance around your apartment with music playing on your laptop, life's weirdness starts to catch up with you. You're aware that you need to get back on track with college, but right now, you need to focus on yourself.
After a long day of work, you decide to treat yourself to some relaxation by taking a warm bath. You light a few candles and pour yourself a glass of your favorite red wine to set the mood. You happily soak in the tub while enjoying the soothing sounds of Taylor Swift's music playing from your speakers. As you begin to unwind and let your thoughts wander, you hear a series of knocks on your front door, which startles you out of your calm state.
At first, you considered ignoring it, thinking it might just be the neighbour's kids playing "knock, knock, ginger." But when the knocking persists, you quickly wrap yourself in your bathrobe and make your way to the door, wondering who could be visiting you at this time of the evening.
To your surprise, it's Jungkook standing there with an intense look on his face.
"I can't stop thinking about it,"
"I- Jungkook what are doing here” you whisper, covering yourself up more with the robe as you stare at the older. Jungkook steps closer, his eyes full of emotion. "The kiss, I can't stop thinking about it," he repeats, clarifying your confusion. You shake your head, trying to comprehend what he's saying. “Why? I thought-"
"I don't know what you thought, but it's all wrong. You got the wrong idea," he interrupts, looking down. He takes a deep breath and continues, "I didn't kiss you because I wanted to distress. I kissed you because I couldn't resist the urge to feel your lips on mine."
You still don't know what to say, but you feel a sense of relief wash over you as you realize that he doesn't regret the kiss. "So, what now?" you ask, hoping that this isn't the end of whatever it is that you both share. "I don't know," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I do know that I want to be with you-"
Jungkook's face fell as you interrupted him in the middle of his sentence. You could see the confusion and disappointment in his eyes as he tried to understand why you were stopping him from speaking. It was clear that he had been about to say something important, something that he felt needed to be said.
You knew what he was going to say, and you couldn't let him do it. You knew that it would only lead to trouble, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing your best friend, who happened to be Jungkook's sister. But as you looked at Jungkook, you could see the pain in his eyes, and you knew that you had hurt him.
You felt tongue-tied, unable to articulate your thoughts. Finally, you spoke up, trying to ease the tension. "I'm sorry, Jungkook. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that...well, you know-"
His brows furrow now, tongue playing with his piercing as he stares at you. You can feel the tension between the two of you. "Fuck I knew this was a bad idea," he mutters, turning to leave. You feel a pang of regret as you watch him walk back to his car. You know you have hurt him, and you also know that he might never come back. "Jungkook," you say, watching him walk away, but it was too late, he was gone. As you stand there, you know that this is not the end of it. You will have to face him again.
The following day, Jungkook was still feeling restless as he trained. His fists pounded against the punching bag with an intensity that left indents in the material. He couldn't shake off his frustration and confusion. After all, you had reciprocated the kiss, so why were you suddenly pushing him away?
He wondered if the age difference between you was causing a problem, but that seemed unlikely given that it was only a 2-year gap. You had mentioned that his sister was the issue and that you didn't want to lose her. Jungkook understood your concern, but he wasn't going to let that happen in the first place.
As he thought about all of this, Coach Park's voice suddenly broke through his thoughts. "Jungkook, concentrate! You're using the wrong technique," he said sternly.
As he tried to refocus his attention on his training, his mind kept drifting back to you. He wondered if there was anything he could say or do to convince you to give him a chance. Maybe if he showed you how much he cared for you, you would see that his feelings were genuine.
He was determined to make things work between the two of you, no matter what obstacles stood in their way.
“Your next fight against Seo is in only 2 weeks and you're still on the same level as last week” Coach Park yelled, “focus Jungkook! Focus!”.
Jungkook could feel the pressure mounting as the fight approached. He had been training tirelessly for weeks, and yet he couldn't seem to improve. He knew he had to give it his all, but the fear of losing weighed heavily on him.
With frustration and anger, Jungkook pulled off his boxing gloves and threw them at the floor, leaving a big hole. He was tired and felt like he was hitting a wall. He had been pushing himself to the limit every day, but it seemed like he couldn't get any better. The stress of losing you was starting to get to him, and he couldn't help but feel like he was about to crack.
“Fuck this! I'm taking a day off” he swore, leaving his trainer perplexed. Jungkook knew he needed to clear his mind and take a break from the endless grind of training. He needed to find a way to get his head back in the game and come back stronger than ever before. He needed you.
As Yeji applied her makeup and got ready for her date with Hoseok, she couldn't help but tease you about your lack of a love life. "Go out and have some fun," she suggested, giving you a playful nudge. You declined, insisting that you were fine, but Yeji wasn't convinced. "Why not try dating around a bit?" she pressed. "It couldn't hurt to put yourself out there." She went on.
"Do you still have that crush on my brother? You should go out"
"You two have been so tense lately," she observed, making a face. "But seriously, you need to take a break from all the work and studying. Maybe try a new hobby or explore a new part of the city. Life is too short to spend all your time cooped up in the library!”.
You take a deep breath and nod, realizing she might be right. You've been so focused on your studies and work that you haven't had much time for anything else. Maybe it's time to try something new, something that could help you relax and find some balance in your life.
But as Yeji brings up the topic of your being lonely, you feel a pang of discomfort. It's true that you don't have much experience, and you often find yourself spending long hours alone in the library, but you've never really thought about it as being lonely. You've always been introverted and independent, and you've never felt the need to have a lot of people around you. But Yeji's question makes you wonder if you're missing out on something, if there's a whole world of experiences you're not having because you're too used to being alone.
You smile weakly at her, not quite sure how to respond. Maybe it's time to open yourself up to new people and new experiences. Maybe it's time to take a chance and see what life has to offer beyond the walls of the library.
You completely brush off her suggestion of dating her brother, even though she was well aware of your secret crush with him - she had been your closest friend for as long as you could remember, after all. But you had yet to tell in her about the kiss you had shared with Jungkook just before the fight.
“I really should be on my way, I have to head into work in an hour,” you tell her, embracing her tightly before heading for the door.
The café was rather empty today, giving you time to relax and do nothing but daydream. You gazed outside the window, watching the birds playing around in the trees, the sun rays shining down on the green leaves.
The radio music was playing in the background as you cleaned the coffee machine, humming along. Suddenly, the opening of the door interrupted your relaxation, making you look up to find the person you didn't want to see at this moment. Jungkook.
Your heart raced as you tried to keep your cool. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You sighed, watching as he panted heavily. “I need to talk to you, now”. You shook your head, “I can't, I'm working-”. “Just 2 minutes, please” he begged, with a look of desperation in his eyes.
You hesitated for a moment, torn between your work and your feelings for him. Finally, you gave in and walked to a quiet corner of the cafe where you could talk.
Your heart thumped in your chest as you struggled to maintain your composure. “Jungkook, what are you doing here?” you asked with a sigh, observing as he gasped for air. “I need to speak with you, immediately,” he said.
You shook your head, torn between your responsibilities at work and your deep affection for him. “I can’t. I’m in the middle of my shift,” you replied, despite the urge to drop everything for him.
“Just two minutes, please,” he begged, his eyes conveying a sense of desperation and longing that made your knees weak.
You hesitated, conflicted by your duties and your feelings. Eventually, you gave in to your heart and led him to a quiet corner of the cafe where you could have a private conversation.
As much as you wanted to deny him, you knew that you would always make time for Jungkook, no matter what else was demanding your attention. He had a hold on you that you couldn’t break, even if you tried.
“I can't stop thinking of you-” he starts, his eyes burning into your soul as he speaks with an intensity you've never seen before. “and before you say anything, I just need you to hear me out.” He pleads. “Ever since that kiss, I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I don't know how or why, but everything changed in that moment. I can't focus, I'm distracted from my training, and all I can think about, all I want, is you.” He continues, his words flowing quickly.
“You've consumed every thought I have, and I find myself dreaming of your smile, replaying that kiss over and over. I know this is crazy and we barely talk to each other, but I've never felt this way about anyone. Because you're all I think about now, and I don't ever want to stop.”
His eyes search yours, looking for a sign that you feel the same way about him. “Say something, anything,” he pleads, his heart on the line. Your eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, meet his gaze full of hope and love. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, as if you are about to burst with feelings you have never experienced before.
You take a deep breath and try to gather your thoughts, willing your tongue to move. You feel like you are in a dream. You look at him once more, taking in every detail of his face, from the curve of his lips to the glint in his doe eyes.
Finally, you speak, your voice barely above a whisper. “Jungkook,” you say, “you have no idea how much I care about you." You pause, taking in his stunned expression. “I don't know where this will lead us," You take his hand, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. “I want to be with you, Jungkook,” you say, your heart swelling with affection.
“Will you let me?” he asks. "Will you let me be your boyfriend?"
-
"Looking great, babe," Jungkook comments as you walk into his private room at the gym wearing his hoodie, which he insists looks better on you. "I thought I was late and you had already started," you sigh, gripping his shirt as you pull him down to give him a kiss.
"Nah, I needed to wait for my girl to come watch me," he winks, earning a gag from Yeji who was right behind the two of you. "Yeez, get a room. You guys are disgusting," she teases.
Raising an eyebrow, you turn to look at her. "I remember you being the one to hook up with Hoseok in the bathroom while I was in your room last week," you say with a smirk.
“Okay guys, gotta run, Hoseoks waiting outside for me, see you later” and gone was Yeji, leaving you all alone with Jungkook. You looked up at him, admiring his strong build and the way his muscles flexed as he moved. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that this was your boyfriend, and that he was so dedicated to his fitness and training.
“So..” you start, hugging his arm as you look up at him with only love in your eyes. You felt safe and secure in his presence, and you knew that he felt the same way about you. “So what?” he asks, pecking your nose as he makes his way to the punching bag, giving it a few light hits.
You watch as he begins to warm up, stretching and working out his muscles before diving into his routine.
As you watch him train, you feel a sense of excitement building within you. It's the first time he's letting you watch him train, and you can't wait to see what he's been working on. He knows that you'll be proud of him, just as he is proud of you.
Jungkook has always been a fitness enthusiast. And you have always admired his dedication to fitness. Recently, you have been able to observe him more closely during his workouts, and you can't help but feel excited about it.
You cheer when Jungkook finishes his first set, and he acknowledges you with a small but shy smile. You offer him a bottle of water and kiss him on the cheek, complimenting him on his amazing performance. "Wow," you say, "that was really impressive. You're going to have to teach me how to do that sometime!" Your boyfriend shakes his head and laughs. "You want to fight against Jeon Jungkook?" he asks incredulously, referring to himself. "He's a 10-time gold medal winner, you know." Despite his teasing, you remain determined. "I don't care," you say, hitting his chest playfully. "I bet I could beat you if I had some training." Jungkook smiles at your enthusiasm and agrees to teach you some basic moves later.
The day seems to pass quickly, and before you know it, Jungkook is already walking you home. You both chat about how the day went, the things that you've been up to and as you reach your doorstep, you feel a slight disappointment that your time together is already over. You ask Jungkook if he wants to come in but he shakes his head "gotta shower" he declines.
"Hey, you can always shower at my place," you say, unsure of how he would react. Jungkook seems to consider it for a moment before he smirks and walks closer squeezing your ass, teasing, "You want to take a shower with me, huh?"
You laugh and blush, feeling a little embarrassed. "I never said that," you protest, but both of you know that's exactly what you want.
-
You find yourself seated on the bleachers, watching Jungkook hit a guy you don't remember the name off repeatedly in the ring. He was doing amazingly, every hit being though out to perfection. With each punch thrown, the crowd roared with excitement. You could feel the energy in the air, electrifying and contagious. You couldn't help but cheer for Jungkook as he landed another punch, and another, and another.
Finally, after months of hard work and preparation, the moment had finally arrived. The crowd was on the edge of their seats. All eyes were on the competitors, and the tension was high as they waited for the announcement of the winner.
As the announcer counted down, the fighters held their breath, waiting for the moment they had been working towards. When the announcement finally came, the crowd erupted into cheers, and the winner, Jeon Jungkook, was lifted up on the shoulders of his supporters.
It was a moment of triumph, not just for Jungkook, but for everyone who had supported him along the way. His hard work and dedication had paid off, and he had achieved something truly remarkable. The National Seoul Championship 2023 would always be remembered as the moment that Jeon Jungkook proved himself to be a true champion.
You couldn't believe it. Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend, the champion, stand victorious in the ring. You ran up to him, your heart overflowing with joy and pride, and hugged him tightly. His bare chest, coated with sweat, pressed against yours as you congratulated him and gave him as many kisses as you could.
As he held the almost 4-foot trophy in his hand, Jungkook hugged you back, his smile never leaving his face. “We did it,” he breathed out against your lips, “No Jungkook, you did it,” you corrected him, pecking his lips. Shaking his head, Jungkook laughed. “I wouldn't be here without you,” he said, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.
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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐖𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫
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Clarisse la Rue x fem!demigod!reader
summary: your fighting lessons with clarisse are getting put to the test in a game of capture the flag. you just wished you didn't have to fight her
a/n: there's gonna be a prequel of their lessons together and maybe more parts after. this is my first work, i hope you all enjoy!
warnings: slight enemies to lovers, NICKNAMES!! (princess), clarisse falling for the reader HARD at the end
wc: 1.1k
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"I can't do this," you exclaimed, looking between Annabeth and Luke. They shared a sympathetic glance at your revelation. You were close friends with Luke and Annabeth and, you trusted them with all your heart. But at this moment, you were starting to regret agreeing to participate in Annabeth's so-called master plan. 
Annabeth let out a sigh. "Don't worry, just follow the plan." 
You gave an exasperated look. "You mean the plan where I distract the Clarisse? The most feared prettiest person at this camp?" you emphasized. 
"Is someone talking about me?" Speak of the devil, you thought. You rolled your eyes, turning around to face the one and only Clarrise la Rue. Her mouth lifted into a smirk, and her eyes crinkled in satisfaction at your displeased expression. "Didn't know you were such a fan princess," she chuckled.
"Still not a fan of that nickname la Rue," you snapped back.
Her eyes were trained on yours, not even sparring a glance at Luke and Annabeth behind you. "I'll see you on the battlefield, princess."
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You had wandered the forest, wishing this game would be over. Your eyes darted across your surroundings at any sudden noise you had heard. You were hoping for an uneventful Capture the Flag, not wanting to get hurt. However, luck wasn't on your side today as you didn’t expect to end up with Clarisse La Rue pointing a spear at you. 
“Where’s your little friend?” She sneered, referring to Percy Jackson, the newest camper at Camp Half-Blood. Since his arrival, she had taken a distaste for him.
Your eyes narrowed in response. "Why do you care?" you questioned, reaching for your sword. 
Clarisse's grip on her spear tightened. "I just want to have a simple chat with him." She growled, stalking closer like a predator and their prey. "Where is he," she pressed.
You scoffed at her tempered response. "There's no way in hell, I'm telling you, Clarisse." For a moment, her eyes softened as her name left your lips.
She raised her spear, "Then you leave me no choice," she snarled. Taking a step towards you, "Get out of my way, princess," she warned. The nickname made the butterflies in your stomach flutter for a moment. Not now, you thought in your head, you have a job to do. 
You raised your sword in response, praying she wouldn't be able to hear the falter in your voice. "Bring it."
The spear twirled in her grip in a practiced motion, and she lunged suddenly. Her blade shot forward with a blinding speed, aiming for your head. 
Your eyes widened at her ruthlessness, "Are you trying to kill me?" 
She smirked, "Don't take it personally, princess." Her eyes searched your face, "I just have a job to do."
You stepped back, dodging her quick attacks as if it was instinct. Your sword clashed with her spear, startling both parties. 
Clarisse was knocked back slightly, and she grunted as her spear jarred in her hand. "Good," She breathed, her face tight with cold focus as she readied another attack, "At least you're not completely useless." The spear came forward once more, aiming for a blow to your stomach.
"Well, I had a decent teacher," you playfully grinned, referring to your lessons together.
Your lessons together... Clarisse thought, and a smile crept onto her face, her spear missing you by only inches as you managed to dodge out of the way.
"I taught you well," the daughter of Ares replied, her tone smug. She launched the weapon again with a forward thrust aimed at your chest.
"Yeah," you replied. "Thought I'd put those skills to good use."
"Good use?" Clarisse smirked before she attacked once more. 
Clarisse was confident, cocky even. She was an experienced warrior. She knew she could defeat everyone, especially you, who had only just received a few lessons from her.
She came at you with another strike of the spear, hoping to end the fight quickly, secretly not wanting you to get injured. 
"You're not gonna win this battle princess. Remember, I'm the one who taught you everything you know."
You rolled your eyes at her, "We'll see about that." The comment pushed you to take the offensive, swinging your sword in an attempt to disarm her. 
Clarisse tsked as she was able to deflect the strike with the edge of her spear, though it left a small dent in the metal tip. 
She chuckled and then countered with a series of stabs towards your heart, all of which you deflected as well.
"Pretty good," She said, her smile widening. As arrogant as she was, she was proud of your skills in battle, too. She had spent some much-needed time teaching you her methods, and there had been immense improvements in your skills on the battlefield. 
You couldn't stop the blush that appeared on your cheeks at the compliment. I can't get distracted at a time like this you thought.
Clarisse noted the pink that crept on your cheeks for a moment before her attention was focused on the spear in her hand. 
She was enjoying herself in this fight, a lot more than she thought she would. There was no rush, no feeling that she needed to finish this fight quickly. She was having fun, the same kind of fun that she had the last time you guys were in combat together.
"You've gotten better, you know," She muttered as she continued attacking you again, not letting you have the chance to catch your breath.
"Thanks," you reply hastily. Your mind drifts to what Annabeth told you before the game started. Distract Clarisse. 
Clarisse's pride grew as you continued to attack her while also defending yourself. She was enjoying herself.
She moved forward even more, pressing herself against you more and more, forcing you to stay on your toes.
Your weapons clashed together, making your faces only inches apart. 
"You know you can't win, right?" She whispered, her grip on her spear never faltering.
"Lose the battle, win the war," you whispered back, looking into her eyes.
Clarisse froze, her eyes locking on yours. Her mouth opened as she heard the sound of Chiron's horn in the distance, signifying the end of the games. She felt your breath on her neck, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized how close the two of you were.
She let out a curse, her smirk growing on her face. "You did good princess." A proud look adorned her features as she continued studying your face. Although she lost, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of your battle. 
"Fuck."
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moonstruckme · 1 month
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you talked about bartender!sirius in a previous post and omg i can't stop thinking about it!!! could you do a fic with costumer!reader and him being all flirty and stuff (maybe even angst where reader is really drunk or has come to drink all her problems away or someone icky is hitting on her or smth?? idk i trust your judgement<3)
litterly giggling and kicking my feet just thinking about it😭🤭
Thanks for requesting gorgeous <3
cw: alcohol
bartender!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words
There are three people working the bar, and you have basically no hope of ever capturing one’s attention. You’re not as assertive as the other patrons vying to get their orders taken, not willing to lean across the bar or shout like they are and perfectly willing to let yourself be pushed out of the way when one of them decides their cause is more prevalent than yours. It probably is. This pub is noisier and more rowdy than you’re accustomed to, and you’re not much of a drinker to begin with, only trying to pay your tax to sit with the friend that invited you here. You’re considering abandoning the endeavor entirely when the next man shouldering you out of the way gets waved off by the bartender nearest. 
“Oi, she was here first.” 
The bartender’s gaze fixes pointedly on you, which is kind of a lot. He has sharp gray eyes paired with superblack hair—like, the kind of black no light can penetrate—and a crooked smile, a handsome and somewhat menacing combination. He leans across the bar, lowering his voice as if he can tell that’s what you’d prefer. 
“What can I get you, doll?” 
You fumble for your tongue. “Um, can I have a citrus spritz, please?” 
He grimaces. “Wish you could,” he says, “but we just ran out of that gin. Got a second choice?” 
“Oh, uh...” You’d only found your first choice after perusing their menu and asking your friend what each thing was, so no, you do not. You take a step back from the bar, yielding your time. “Sorry, I’ll have to—” 
“No, come on, it’s alright.” The bartender doesn’t move, but his voice is loud enough that it reaches you, gets you to turn around. He’s on you with that smile again, one hand beckoning you towards him. “We’ll figure something out for you, sweetheart. Come back here.” 
You step up to the bar stiffly, more than aware of the irritated looks being shot your way by other patrons. 
“What do you like?” he asks you. 
You feel your eyebrows pinch, shaking your head helplessly. Your face feels like it could heat a small home. “I don’t—I’m not sure, sorry.” 
“You’re alright,” he promises, grin vanishing for a moment as he cuts a glare towards a man trying to talk over you. It’s back before you can miss it. “A sweet kinda drink, yeah? Fruity? D’you want something else with citrus?” 
“That sounds good,” you manage.
He winks and pushes off the bar. “Stay put, babe, I’ve gotcha.” 
You do your best, keeping your front pressed to the bar even as everyone else moves around and into you. You feel like a rock in a stream. With no one else to talk to, you watch him work behind the bar. He grabs a bunch of bottles at once, pouring without measuring or counting or hardly even looking, and when he starts shaking it all in a metal cylinder you have to look away from how his tattooed biceps bulge from the short sleeves of his shirt. You’re scanning the rows of liquor behind the bar when he gets back, trying to will the warmth away from your face. 
“Give this a try.” He sets the drink down in front of you. You notice it’s got a bit of dried fruit on top, and then he sets a small shot glass of something bubbly and transparent down next to it—you wince. A garnish and a side; probably not as cheap as you were hoping for. “If you don’t like it,” he says, glancing between you and the drink expectantly, “don’t tell me. Just bring it to the bathroom and flush it. My ego can’t take the rejection.” 
You press your lips together into something you hope approximates a smile and take a careful sip. It is sweet. You can barely taste the alcohol. You rub your lips together as you set it down, hoping you haven’t gotten foam on your mouth. 
“It’s really good,” you tell him honestly, and he grins in response. You raise it to your lips for more. “What is it?” 
“A pornstar martini.” 
You nearly spit foam right at him, somehow reversing at the last moment so you take in a hearty sip instead. His grin widens, showing canines, like he knew the effect the name would have on you. It should make you feel childish, but he doesn’t seem like he’s laughing at you so much as with you. 
“It’s good,” you say again, taking out your card. “Thank you.” 
He holds up his hands, stepping away from your credit card like it’s a weapon. “Put that thing away,” he says. “You’re insulting me, dollface.” 
You let your card hover in the air between you, unsure. “I can’t let you—”
“Sure you can. You have to,” he insists, setting both hands on the bar and leveling you with a significant look. You can’t look back for more than a second before your gaze flees downward. “If I can’t comp a pretty girl’s drink, what am I doing here?” He lowers his voice, leaning across the bar so his face is just a few inches from yours. “And if I can’t add a pretty girl’s drink to a tosser’s tab—” he flicks his gaze over to the man who’s been especially persistent in trying to get his order in over yours since you’ve come up “—then I may as well quit.”
You press your lips together, trying desperately to keep from looking as flattered and flustered as you feel. 
“You don’t want to leave me without purpose, do you?” 
“No.” You smile down at the bar, privately rolling your eyes. When you glance back up, there’s a waggishness in his eyes that suggests he saw. “Thanks.” 
“Thank you. Have a good night.” 
“You too.” 
You turn, starting back for your table, but stall a couple of steps in. Your seat’s been taken by a man around your age, all smiley and nodding as your friend talks. They’ve both got their elbows leaned on the table, eyes locked like they’re in some sort of competition. And you may not spend a lot of time in pubs, but you know enough to stay away when two people are looking at each other like that. 
You stand awkwardly on the fringes of the bar crowd, looking around for another empty table, but it’s too crowded tonight; there are none. You consider dropping by to tell your friend you’re leaving, but now you’ve got this full drink in your hand. Maybe if you finish it quickly…
“Hey!” You pivot, and the same bartender is looking at you again, craning his neck to see you over the crowd. “Hey,” he all but shouts to be heard, “come here.” 
You’re nothing if not obedient, working your way through the crowd with murmured apologies and your eyes on the ground to ensure you don’t step on anyone’s toes. When you get up to the bar, he’s waiting for you, holding up a hand to pause the man—the tosser, he’d dubbed him—trying to talk to him. You wonder if he’d halted his order halfway through. 
“What’s going on?” he asks, eyebrows twitching together. “You looked lost over there, babe.”
“Sorry,” you say, though you’re not sure what for. “I just—my seat was taken, so I was just trying to figure out—”
“You can sit here.” 
You blink, and he motions to the stools tucked under the bar in front of you, the ones nobody’s using. “I mean, you don’t have to,” he says, the closest thing to hesitant you’ve seen from him yet, “but you’re welcome to. I could use some good-looking company. We’re severely lacking over here.” 
“Fuck off,” says another bartender, skimming behind him to grab a bottle off a shelf. 
“Not counting you, Marls.” He shoots a sharp-edged grin towards the blond woman before fixing it back on you. His eyebrow twitches slightly in question. 
“Okay.” You pull a seat out. “Okay, thanks.” 
“Don’t thank me, doll, you’re doing me a favor.” He sets his forearms on the bar, leaning towards you like you’re having a far more private conversation. “I’m Sirius.” Something about him softens when you tell him your name in response, and you get the sense he’s been waiting for it. He repeats it back to you like it’s something special. “Alright, y/n, enjoy your drink, and I’ll try to be as decent company as I can while dealing with these pricks.” He makes no effort to keep the man beside you from hearing, then turns to him with an extremely false-looking smile. “Hi, what can I get you?” 
Even as the man starts giving his order, Sirius’ eyes flicker your way to see if he made you smile. He did.
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hello!! can i request a percy jackson x daughter of hermes reader? thanks🎀
⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of hermes! reader hcs
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content: percy jackson x daughter of hermes! reader hcs warning: language and very tiny sexual references author's note: fun cuties hcs for our fav ocean boy. also, i am working as hard as i can to open my requests again and i think by monday, you guys should be receiving some very good news ;)
it was a dare
and you NEVER back down from a dare
relatively simple, compared to things you've done in the past (we don't talk about the summer of '05 anymore as to avoid a lawsuit)
pickpocket a child of the big three
nico was immediately crossed off the list as you wanted to survive the dare with minimal injury
jason, hazel, and thalia were currently not at camp, which was disappointing as jason was the obvious choice
so, that left percy
the poor, poor son of poseidon had no idea what was coming his way
"hey, jackson!" you called, a friendly smirk on your face as you bounded up to the boy.
"oh, hey, y/n," percy greeted with a bright grin and what you would like to believe is a blush but you knew better
there was no flipping way that percy jackson liked you, of all people
which is what made your following actions so much harder
without any warning, you grabbed the boy's shoulders and pulled him down to your height, pressing your lips to his cheek, rather close to his lips
a noise of surprise fell from percy's lips, sputtering and turning a similar shade to the strawberries in the nearby fields
sneakily, as always, you fingers expertly danced along his neck and pulled his camp necklace loose, pulling back as you hid it behind your back with a wide smile
"i'll see you around, percy!" you smirked, hoping your face didn't look as hot as it felt, skipping away
percy stood there for probably an hour, still sputtering and trying to understand what just happened
it wasn't until dinner, in which the whole hermes cabin had it's eyes on him, did percy grow suspicious
that's when he saw you, sitting at your table with a wide smile, your fingers toying with your- wait, his camp necklace
he squinted a glare at you, quickly catching on
you shot him a wink and puckered your lips at him
and he was a goner
and so were you, ducking your head as one of your brother's pointed out your blush
once you two start dating, the robbing of percy jackson does not stop
shirts? gone
sweaters? a thing of the past
you even stole a pair of his jeans once
(percy's second favorite thing you've stolen from him as he could see your thong with how baggy they were)
(his first favorite being his heart)
also, you pay him back in pictures
he's not really sure why, but all the children of hermes are extremely good at taking candid pictures
it's a weird niche thing to be good at, but percy loves it
he gets to wake up to what is the most accurate photo he's ever seen of you, laughing with your head slung back and your arms wrapped around percy
it's his fav fr
he also loves the sneaky aura that you just have naturally
sure, kissing you is fun
but kissing behind his cabin with sneaky glances around is a helluva lot more fun
yes, he enjoys grabbing your ass
but, he has so much more fun when it's during capture the flag and he can just feel the ever-knowing eyes of chiron following his every move
percy loves that the way you love, amplifies and endorses the way he loves
actually, he just loves you.
more than he should, more than he ever thought possible
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lixiesbrowniess · 1 year
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Helloooo, I would firstly like to say that I absolutely adore your writing 🥰🥰 and secondly, I have a request. Could you do a one shot (smut) with Ao’nung x human reader. The human reader came with the Sully’s and, of course, Ao’nung doesn’t like her. One day he finds the reader trying on different Metkayina clothing that his sister made for her and he’s interested in her human anatomy. I think he would be gentle with her as he’s much bigger and doesn’t want to hurt her. The rest is up to you. 💘
Oh my lorddd thank youuu!!! You shall receive it little one
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Oneshot: You're so beautiful I hate you
Ao'nung x fem!human!reader
Words count: 3.8k
Warnings: nsfw, size kink, p in v, bulge kink, aged up characters 18+, gentle sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, penetration, horny stuff, cursing, enemies to lovers, sexual attraction, sexual tension
Aged up to 22 [after the summary]
Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron, Mawey: calm down, Tawtute: sky person, tsahey: oh crap/oh hell, Awa'atlu: name of the Metkayina village, Pongu Pongu: Na'vi drink (with and without alcohol), Tsaheylu: the act of connecting na'vi's braids
Synopsis: You're Norm Spellman's daughter and after spider has been captured you had to go with the Sully's leaving your still in progress Avatar body there in your father's lab. [Neteyam won't be dead here]
A/N: i had so much fun writing this i swearrr. I was blushing and kicking my legs.
Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI
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Summary: "Are we there yet?" Tuk whined hugging Neytiri's arm. "No not yet Tuk" her mother said brushing her hair with her hand, "we'll be there soon sweetie now rest". Neytiri planted a kiss onto her daughter's head. You were flying on the Ikrans from the past morning. It was exausting. Since you didn't have a Ikran you had to fly with Lo'ak. Of course you two kept teasing each other and you risked falling at least two times. "Lo'ak would you stop? C'mon bro I don't wanns fall." you hissed him as he tickeld you for the fourth time "You're a skxawng Lo'ak" you heard Neteyam yell from above you. "Ok ok fine" he said taking his hands off your waist. You sighed in relief thanking Neteyam from afar. "Boys stay concentrated." you heard Jake yell from the front "we're almost there" he muttered as you passed by three huge rocks. After that you were too stunned to say anything. Enchanted by the beauty of the teal ocean beneath you. As long as you landed you were surronded by others na'vi, oh how you wished you had your avatar body right now. You felt so tiny, a lot of them hissed and growled at you making you regret for a moment the choice to follow the Sullys. Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak kept you between them, avoiding any consequences. "Are those supposed to be tails?" you heard some boys joking about the Sullys looks. "How are they supposed to swim?" one chuckled frendly elbowing his taller friend. A girl Who apparently popped out of nowhere slapped his arm. "Do not. Rotxo, Ao'nung" she stopped the two boys. You smiled at her kindness but those two still laughed at something pointing at Kiri, you couldn't help but say something "In fact we do not swim skxawng" you hissed at them. For a moment it looked like they were surprised to see a sky person talking na'vi, but that soon faded. "And what's a tawtute doing here?" The taller on teased, an evil smirk spreading on his face. You were about to say something when everyone went quiet, a man came riding a really strange mount. As soon as he landed you all greeted him following Jake's move. "We seek Uturu. A sanctuary for our family" you heard Jake conversing with the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk of the Metkayina. You noticed the Tsahìk walking towards you, Lo'ak and Kiri. You tried to ignore the pressure and hide from her gaze while she exposed them just for having an extra finger. You obviusly failed when you felt a big ass hand dragging you at the center of attention and almost lifting you from the floor. "You even brought a demon in here!" she exclaimed assuring that everyone could see your little figure. That caused Kiri and Lo'ak to hiss at her, Kiri grabbed your other arm, careful not to hurt you, trying to pull you away from her grasp. Jake stepped in as you struggled to get your poor arm out of the steel grip that woman had on you. "Mawey, Mawey! Ronal, I assure you she's not a treat. Her father helped me fighting the sky people when I was Toruk Makto" That word had a great effect on every one for the second time. She finally released you and walked back to stand behind her mate. He was a lot more serene than her, his voice calm as he spoke "You are forest people your skills will mean nothing here." "We'll learn your ways, we will make ourselves useful. right?" Jake said looking at us we nodded in agreement still not very convinced. After exchanging a few glances the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk agreed to let us join their clan. "From now on Jake Sully and his family will be our brothers and sisters. Treat them like ones, teach them our ways so they won't suffer the guilt of being useless." He announced "My son Ao'nung and my daughter Tsireya will educate your children". Oh. oh. That was the chief's son you hissed back to... Tsahey. "Father why-" Ao'nung started to complain "It is decided." his father interrupted him. "Come! I will show you the village." Tsireya looked a lot happier than his brother, at the idea of tutoring us.
Time skip - your lab arrives
The helicopter had landed carrying the lab your father sent you. Max came out of it greeting you. “Hi Y/n I brought you the lab!" He yelled trying to drown out the noise of the helicopter blades.
"Thank you Max!" You yelled back hugging him. He was like a uncle to you. As soon as the helicopter was turned off he rummaged in his briefcase. You were going to sleep there while you waited for your avatar body.
"I brought even a new prototype of the oxygen mask, you can drink and eat even outside the lab." Your jaw dropped "Really??" You jumped happily. It was the first time a prototype could afford such a thing.
"let's go inside I'll show you how to use it" You went inside the box to try the new mask.
"We'll be good here" Jake said looking around the marui. "I think it's pretty" you sang happily entering the marui.
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A lot of time has passed from the day you arrived at Awa'atlu. You had fitted quite well in the village. Sure, not everyone liked you but many had started to treat you like their sister. Especially Tsireya, she loved you. She often asked about human life, how your body worked and a lot of science things about you and your avatar body. Yes you told her about the body you'll be having anytime soon. You wished.
Ao'nung liked teasing you a lot and it's not like you could do something about it. Jake wanted no trouble. That was your mantra. "If you think you're one of us you're wrong little one" he would say occasionally "just go back to your planet" this was less usual but still used.
You tried to act like you didn't care, but it was so hard to ignore it. You decided to avoid him and that worked cause you managed to keep him away for two straight weeks, you were really close to organize a party about it.
Today you were invited to Tsireya's marui. It was you, her and Kiri. Just three besties having fun for one entire night. It sounded really great so you agreed very happily.
When you arrived to her marui Kiri was already there "Y/n! You're late!" they both exclaimed as they saw your tiny figure entering the hut. "Yeeah sorry about that, had to finish some things" you said rolling your eyes.
"But no more work now, let's have funn" Kiri chuckled at your feisty attitude "the boys should be at their secret spot so we have my brothers marui all for us!" Tsireya screamed in excitiment. Yes she always talked to you about how big and beautiful Ao'nungs marui was since he moved in it. You weren't completly sure it was safe but still you wanted your revenge so why not.
"And he has Pongu pongu! With alcohol!" Kiri turned to you after announcing it. "And you are gonna try it for sure!" they said in unison before grabbing your arm and dragging you with them.
You looked around carefully all the way up to the famous hut. "C'mon!" Tsireya opened the flap signaling to come in. You and Kiri ran to her and went inside. Tsireya locked the flap to the wooden frame. "Is this really a good-" you muttered looking around "-idea..." turns out Re'ya was right. Ao'nungs marui was breath taking.
"Wow" Kiri whispered looking around. Re'ya just stood there, hands on her hips looking satisfied by yours and Kiris reaction. "Told ya." She said heading were she knew her brother kept the Pongu pongu.
Who would have thought that Ao'nung was so tidy? The decor was so aesthetic, with woven shells hanging from the fabric ceiling, rattling whenever the wind had the chance to enter.
"Found it! C'mon let's drink." You heard Tsireya calling as she found a big jar between all the spears. Kiri pulled out three shallow cups that she had taken from her father and gave one to each of us. "All right, cheersss!!" and with that the drinking night begun.
"Oh Y/n I- *hiccups* I have something for you!" Tsireya staggered forward towards you, she got up and went near the entrance. "Here it is!" *hiccups* she exclaimed raising her arm in the air showing the little clothing she was holding in her hand. "I've made a woven loincloth and a macramè top for you!" She happily jumped handing you the clothing.
"You- *hiccups* shouldn't have Re'ya!" You chuckled admiring her work. "C'mon try it on!" Tsireya cheered "oh yeah go Y/n! Put it on!!" Kiri shouted. "I-I don't know... Should I?" You asked looking at the pretty iridescent shells all over it.
"Fuck yeah you should!" They both exclaimed. You gave in and took off your previous clothing putting on the ones Tsireya gave you. As soon as you finished you did a pirouette, giggling at the light clink of shells.
"Oh Eywa. You look stunning Y/n!" Kiri said as Re'ya agreed nodding her head. "You think?" you asked slightly embarassed. "Of course! I bet you could even fascinate some of the boys" It was Kiris turn to agree in silence as Tsireya elbowed you lightly making you chuckle.
"C'mon Y/n dance!" Tsireya started to tap a rhythm with her hands and tail, "yeah dance!" Kiri chuckled doing the same rhythm. You daced and risked to fall four times as the alcohol had already kicked into your blood making your heart pump faster, adrenaline raising.
All seemed fine until you all heard a confused exclamation coming from the entrance.
"What the fuck!?" Ao'nung's voice roared in the whole hut causing averything to go silent. You, on the other side, had stopped, trying to balance on one leg but falling down miserably.
His eyes wandered around his house and especially on your body, your little body barely covered and showing almost everything, then his eyes darted to his sister and Kiri. He stormed to them lifting them up by their arms "I remember I told you NOT to enter my marui.!" he yelled dragging them outside.
You had to admit you've never saw him so serious, neither so angry. You didn't know if you were scared or attracted to him. "I know, I'm sorry brother" Tsireya said chuckling while he dragged her and Kiri out.
She climbed on him screaming and laughing and as he tried to get her off she removed the string that was holding up his hair letting them fall all over his back. "Tsireya! You drinked Pongu pongu! Oh Eywa you can't drink it yet, it's alcohol!" he said exasperated "Dad is gonna kill us." he face palmed himseflf before turning to you.
"And you-" he walked up to you, his long black curls swinging left and right; lifted you by your waist and hold you up to his face. Yeah, you just discovered, that his hand was big enough to hold your whole waist. He stopped for a moment eying you up and down, then he spoke "Cover yourself. I can see everything" he said walking out and placing you down.
He the entered his marui and closed the flap. You were left spechless. Still processing his HAIR, still processing his HAND and still processing he just admitted he saw your whole body.
As for him, he thought about your body all night long and didn't get some sleep. He really didn't expected to found you out of his door right the next morning.
Time skip - that morning
Your ears rung, you heard a lot noise and youl felt a pair of hands shaking you trying to wake you up. Your head was spinning, you slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them.
"Thanks to Eywa! Tought you were dead." The blurred figure spoke standing and towering over your curled up body. You hummed supporting your head with your hand. "Oww, did a Tsurak ran over me?" you muttered sitting up and blinking till the blurr faded.
"No it's the Pongu pongu you drank yesterday" Your eyes shot open as you finally reconized the voice. You looked at him still having the worst headache ever. He must've noticed cause he grinned at you "I don't think a human can handle na'vi alcohol as good as us." he spat mockingly.
You rolled your eyes "Listen Ao'nung, I'm sorry for what happened in your hut yesterday, we..." you stopped remembering what you actually did "uhm..." you looked to your clothes and discovering you had the macrame and woven clothing Tsireya weaved for you.
"You ate your tongue?" he tilted his head at your silence. You remembered what he said about your clothing and jumped covering your upper parts with your arms.
"Well i can't leave you here" he mumbled "Not like that" he lifted you with his arm and took you inside his marui. You were embarrassed to be wearing that.
You liked it of course, it was gorgeous, but you felt so naked right now, in front of the Olo'eyktan son. He sat you on the woven mat. He never treated you like that. It was the first time he was with you and still didn't throw any insult to you.
"I know it's sudden but I want to ask you a few things." He spat feisty. You blinked looking at him "W-what" you asked waiting for him to just spit it out, while admiring his face.
Yeah that alcohol must've been really strong because you were starting to find him attractive. His lips while he spoke, his adam apple bobbing every time he swallowed, his aquamarine eyes locking to yours.
"Are you even listening?" He asked awaking you from your trance, you looked at him biting your lower lip and raising your eyebrows questioning him.
He smirked slyly getting closer to your face and gently tapping on your mask "you can't breath without this right?" He asked tilting his head, still with that damn smile adorning his face.
"That'sー correct." You quickly answered trying to increase the distance between you two. "Then why aren't you breathing?" He whispered stopping you from getting away from him and pulling you closer.
You were inches from each other's, you could see your mask fogging up every time he exhaled. "Do you know your stretching limits?" His smile never faltered as he spoke. You blushed furiously at his question as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.
You gulped as you felt his hands sneaking around you waist "how are you so small?" he mumbled looking up and down your body. What's going on? why was he so intrested in your human anatomy. "You're the big one!" you blurted out.
He put pressure on your lower belly causing you to gasp lightly, you were being pushed down until your back was in full contact with the woven mat, he hovered over you making you look even smaller.
"Your reproductive system works like ours right?" he took a handful of your hair inhaling your scent. "Just without tsaheylu" he finished his sentence before licking your neck, you yelped at the sudden move pushing him from the chest trying to push him away.
"W-what are you doing!? are you crazy?!!" you screamed feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. He smirked again grabbing your wrists with one hand, while the other one clutched around your neck softly "just stop fighting and answer my questions" He pierced holes in your eyes as he stared into them.
You squirmed trying to get free from his grasp, your heart started racing as he leaned toward you. You clasped your hands around the wrist of the hand that was around your neck "Iー do not know my stretching limits." you muttered squinting your eyes whishing that would make him stop.
He did stop for a mere second before whispering into your little ear "Guess we're about to find out." You felt heat pooling in your abdomen causing you to feel wrongly horny.
You could feel your body wanted it, but you knew it was just so wrong. You still squirmed as he took the woven loincloth off of you, his breath fanned on your mask as he freed your neck from his grasp placing his hand onto your thigh.
He lightly squeezed it observing your reaction. Your lips were slightly parted and your hot breath fanned onto the mask. You reflexively tried to close your legs just to be stopped by him.
His hand went lower finding your heated core. His touch ghosted onto your clit making you bite your lower lip. "I think it's better if I use my fingers first." he whispered lining his fingers to your leaking entrance.
You jolted as he started to push two digits inside of you, a filthy moan left your lips as he plunged his fingers deep inside you. You felt them brushing on your cervix. "So warmー" he started to breathe heavily, you felt his dick slowly getting hard against your thigh.
He began to pump his fingers inside you causing a pleasure you never felt, you closed your eyes abandoning yourself to his touch, you felt a knot forming in your core. His fingers sped up scissoring you, causing a loud moan to leave your throat.
You arched your back as you felt him add another finger, fucking his three digits into your pussy, you squirmed as the stretch felt painful. His thumb glued to your clit as he noticed.
The pain slowly changed to pleasure again, you called out his name as you felt his fingers deliciously hitting your sweet spot "I-I'mー" you whimpered, your walls clenched around his digits as the knot started tightening.
He pulled his fingers out right when you were at the edge of your orgasm, you cried in frustration as your walls clenched around nothing. "Don't worry little one." he muttered removing his loincloth, letting his rock hard cock slapping against his stomach "I'm right here" he scanned your face as his smirk widened.
He spread your legs and pulled them, lowering your knees till they touched your sides. Your breath hitched when he adjusted himself between your legs.
He lined his tip to your hole causing you to tremble softly. "No worries baby, I'll make it work" he tried to assure you as he rubbed your thighs with his thumb.
You were scared. Your father actually told you not to have a sexual act with a Na'vi unless you had your avatar body. It could've been dangerous, not fatal of course but still not a good idea.
"Wanna establish a safe word?" You looked at him with your already watering eyes. He released your wrists letting your little hand grip his shoulders. You nodded slowly and whispered it to him. "Alright, scream it if it's too much okay?" You nodded again.
He started pushing his hips forward watching as your cunt slowly swallowed his tip, you groaned at the stretch. "It hurtsー" you yelped softly, feeling your cunt spreading in attempt to adapt to his size. "It's gonna be fineー" he murmured leaning his forehead onto your shoulder.
He kept pushing until he felt himself bottoming you out. Your cries were melodic to his ears. Little less than half of his shaft could still see the light. "A little more" he growled breathless as he rolled his hips gently, managing to make your cunt engulf another bit of his dick.
He moved his hand onto the big bulge that formed on your lower belly gently pressing on it. You moaned loudly, holding yourself to his shoulders as you felt him shift deep inside you.
He started moving slowly, waiting for your pussy to get used to him inside you. His hands reached your breasts and started to knead them causing you to whimper. He felt your walls slowly relaxing around his girth "alrightー here we go."
He slowly pulled out, till only his tip was left inside, then thrusted back in hitting your sweet-spot making your legs tremble in his grip. He threw his head back, feeling you clench around his hardness like your life depended on it.
His thrusts increased in speed as he fucked himself inside you, making you scream his name in pleasure. Tears soaked your whole face, you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your throat. He pulled you to meet his pelvis, gripping your tiny waist.
His thrusts were steady and strong, his hips rolled deliciously into yours, rhythmically hitting your cervix and g-spot, making you wince every time your cunt swallowed him.
"who would've guessedー" he grunted "your human body could take me so well" he looked down at the bulge on your belly.
"Ao'nung I'm closeー" you cried as he increased his pace even more holding your waist, fucking the most beautiful sounds out of you. He admired the bulge his dick formed on your abdomen everytime he buried inside your cunt.
"Let go little oneー don't hold back" he said twisting and teasing your clit with his fingers. Your legs shook at the intense pleasure, "let me feel your juices." He groaned pulling your legs up on his shoulders hitting a deeper with the new angle.
Your jaw fell open as his cock threatened to pierce your cervix. Your body arched against his as you came undone, squirting all over his pelvis as his hips kept snapping against yours with hunger.
"Holdー on a little longer." He grunted throwing his head back and gripping your waist tightly as he felt his orgasm approaching "almost there" he growled breathing heavily.
He pushed himself deep inside you for the last time, releasing his load directly into your womb, filling you to the brim "ahh yess-" he growled fucking you both out of your orgasm.
He slowly pulled out of your quivering walls, letting your legs fall down gently. some of his seed leaked down on your thighs. He suddenly took you in his arms and placed you into his hammock as he cleaned up the woven mat.
"We'll certainly have a lot of chances to increase your stretch." He chuckled sitting on the floor, next to you. "That's not funny" you mumbled, your heart still racing.
"I have a great idea. Maybe next time we can your your marui" you imagined he was referring to your lab "so you can take off that mask" he cooed leaning towards your shoulder and kissing it.
You rolled you eyes "now would you mind asking me real questions about human anatomy?" He chuckled lightly "maybe i will."
A/N: this might become a series?? (anon if you see this plsss claim an emoji this idea was soooo good)
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battlekidx2 · 15 days
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I'm making this post purely to shout out some incredibly talented fanfic writers from the Hazbin Hotel fandom and my favorite works of theirs.
Did anyone ask me for this? No. Will I post it anyway? Absolutely. The writers in this fandom are too good.
The first fanfic writer I want to shout out is @prince-liest (ao3 link)
I absolutely love their get cared for idiot (Alastor) series (not the official name but they called it that in one of their asks jokingly so it's now the default in my head).
Knock, Knock! It's Your Worst Fucking Nightmare! (this fic gets it!!!! This is what I meant when I said Alastor is growing a heart and part of him is raging against it. He still has ulterior motives and a massive amount of pride and part of him feels like that growing fondness is getting in the way, but he can't stop it. I need to stop before this becomes a long ramble. I've written a couple thousand words on this idea, but this fic is just a better use of your time than any meta I could ever write and way more entertaining :D )
Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy
The Last Bus Stop in Hell, Now Boarding (Please look at the tags for content warning. Angel and Alastor body swap story.)
They're amazing at balancing on that razor's edge with Alastor where there's a heart in there (really deep) and he's unintentionally growing attached to the hazbin crew, but he doesn't lose his edge. He's still manipulative and an asshole and can easily be the scariest guy in any room. He's in hell for a reason. A+ characterization at all times.
They're so good at writing the complicated dynamics he has with the residents, especially Charlie, and I enjoy how they expand on Alastor's potential dynamic with Angel Dust.
Anything they write from Lucifer's POV is gold too! My favorites are:
Take Two and Leave a Voicemail!
The Care and Keeping of Homo Angelus
I am also 100% here for their Aro!Alastor agenda and I'm enjoying their fic I Love Her, I Love Her Not so far!
The second person I want to shout out is @grayintogreen (ao3 link)
Their series Red Roses and Dead Things consistently gut punches me.
Just like Princeliest, they are also fantastic at balancing on that razor's edge with Alastor. A+ characterization for everyone and I love how they write HuskerDust. It's so soft, especially in the aftermath fic for Learn that Even Death May Die called If My Love Is Tomorrow, I've Forgotten Yesterday (that fic hurt in the best way).
The way they explore the aftermath of Learn that Even Death May Die is incredibly impactful. They capture the unique grief that comes from the reality that there are some things you won't get closure for so well that it's painful.
I can't say enough good things about their series. Genuinely go read it.
I found @lediz-watches (ao3 link) before the first season of Hazbin Hotel dropped (I've been a fan of the hellaverse for a few years now and have been enthralled with the Hazbin Hotel pilot since I first watched it in 2020) and I really enjoy their fics.
My favorite is Suffering Kindness. I love the Charlie and Alastor dynamic they explore in this story. I think I'm just a sucker for the Charlie and Alastor dynamic in general, but this fic hits all the right notes for me. (written pre-season 1 but man is it good. 100% recommend)
LeDiz also has a lot of one-shots/collections of one-shots that are very fun.
The Cure for Inexorable Boredom
Dollface (one-shots about Alastor theories. My favorite is the 3rd one. So fascinating!)
Choice Words (one of the few explorations of Alastor and Vaggie's dynamic that I've found in the fandom)
Don't Say It
I have to shout out @ckret2 (ao3 link) and their phenomenal fic You’ve Got a Face for Radio. This is such an amazing aroace!Alastor fic. (Embarrassingly it was this fic that made me realize I was most likely aroace myself. I’d had fleeting moments of suspecting it but it wasn’t until I saw my experiences laid out in a character explicitly written to be aroace that I put the puzzle pieces together. -_- some of these passages were too relatable.) I cannot express how much I love this fic.
I also like their fics Dumpster Baby and Bitter Grapes.
I have one last writer I want to mention because this is getting really long (whoops). The last one is tiredoflofteranditsshit and their Assume He Has a Heart series (because my favorite character and how I interpret them was not obvious enough already with the fics/authors I've recommended. I had to make it more obvious).
These fics are massive (17k and 26k words) and so much fun. Definitely worth the read. Yet another series that follows up season 1 and explores Alastor’s growing connections and how he lies to himself and pushes against it. Love this series and there’s a lot to sink your teeth into :D
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hii can u do a smut femxmatt fic where they meet at a party and they like are kinda drunk and matt’s really flirty and touchy and they just end up fucking!! ty!!!
AN: yes but with a slight twist hope you aren't mad at me ;/ (This was inspired by a fanfic i read a while back, but i added a lil sprinkle) this is gonna be the last angsty smut I write for a while!!! the world is healing yay.
warnings: slightly rougher smut, alcohol, slightly toxic matt, not proofread, longish
AFTERPARTY - Matt sturniolo
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Entering the house, you found it filled with a thick haze of smoke, and intoxicated individuals occupied every corner. Taking it all in, you absorbed the chaotic atmosphere of the house party.
You spot the drinks lined up on the kitchen counter smiling instantly, your face lit up with anticipation as you instinctively reached for two shot glasses, intending to share the experience with your friend. Carefully, you poured the potent liquid into the glasses, aware of the complex emotions it always evoked within you - a simultaneous blend of affection and unease.
Taking a swig of the shot, a wince breaks across your face as you taste the acrid burn. Your friend, mirrors your grimace. Yet, undeterred by the bitter flavor, they reach for the bottle, repeating the action twice.
The room erupts with loud cheers from the other end of the house, where a spirited game of beer pong is in full swing. You see the excitement in your friend's eyes, knowing just how competitive she is. Urging her to join in, it takes a little convincing, but you assure her that you'll be perfectly fine on your own.
You take a moment to observe your surroundings in the house after pouring yourself a generous serving of alcohol. You make a deliberate choice not to mix it with anything, recognizing that doing so might result in an unsightly aftermath the next day.
Your phone buzzes, and with a sense of urgency, you swiftly reach for it. As your eyes scan the text message and the identity of the sender, your eyebrows knit together in a perplexed expression.
Matthew: you look so good, but you should slow down.
The text message verified the sensation of being watched. Instantly, your eyes scanned the surroundings, desperately seeking the presence that had captured your attention. Instantly locking eyes with him, you found him in the midst of individuals with whom you had limited conversations with. His gaze lowered as he held a drink cradled in his hand. You observed him while his eyes traced every contour of your body. Gradually, he raised the cup to his lips, taking a sip, his gaze remained fixed on your face.
The agreement between both of you was to keep things uncomplicated, though you disliked deceiving the ones you cared about, but deep down, you cherished the moments alone with him, away from others imposing their opinions on your 'relationship.'
He thought differently however, he wasn't planning on telling anyone about the two of you- although he was close to telling his two brothers about it- he liked the arrangement between the two of you, sneaking around, but mostly he wanted to 'protect your peace', away from his world of a sane but crazy fan base- he loved how the both of you pretend to not know of each other in public. but in private you were his, the same girl that always found yourself tangled under him
The sudden awareness loomed, casting a shadow over the quickly consumed alcohol's impact, and a wave of jealousy welled up inside. It bothered you that he seemed calm and indifferent, apparently unaffected by your need to be near him all the time. As usual, you pushed these emotions down, steering clear of further complicating the already complex situation. Yet, despite your efforts, the persistent realization lingered that this arrangement might not end well. In hindsight, you recognized that you should have probably considered the options before agreeing to such an arrangement.
Taking a sharp breath, you tucked your phone back into the waistband of your skirt, purposefully ignoring his text. Opting for a rapid consumption of a mix of assorted alcoholic drinks, you winced at the disagreeable taste. Turning your focus to the right, you caught sight of a guy in your peripheral vision. It took a moment to recognize his face.
"Hi," he greeted the instant he realized your gaze had landed on him.
"Hey," you replied, aiming to keep the conversation brief while maintaining a sense of respect.
And, of course, Matt observed from a distance. Despite once being enthusiastically engaged in the conversation,He now leaned back, adopting a manspreading position nodding as though still interested in the ongoing discussion. However, there was a noticeable tightening of his grip on his phone.
You nodded your head, forcing a smile at the guy, giving the appearance of genuine interest in his conversation. However, deep down, all you craved for was to escape the confines of the house, retreat to your bed, and wallow in the misery of your self-destruction. The weight of how you'd once again managed to sabotage everything for yourself loomed heavily on your mind.
Your attention shifted to your friend, and you couldn't help but notice the wide smile on her face. It seemed she was genuinely pleased to see you stepping outside your comfort zone and engaging in a conversation with the guy, her grin widening when she observed his arm touching your waist. Matt, too, noticed her reaction. He had heard about her in the extensive conversations you shared with him, during those moments when he played with your hair, absorbing every word you uttered. You spoke of her with deep love and adoration, and silently, he harbored a resentment that you couldn't speak of him in the same way to her. He cherished the importance of loved ones, and selfishly, he hated that he wasn't on your list.
What he hated even more was how you didn't pull away from the guy's touch, especially when he left lingering squeezes, emphasizing his words—just like he would. His gaze remained fixed on both of you, observing as the guy incessantly carried on with his conversation. Your irritation grew, and the breaking point came when he flagrantly crossed the line by violating your personal space- and is left dumbfounded when you cut him mid way muttering a poor excuse- speed walking away from him.
You step into what seems to be a hallway, choosing the first door and entering a dimly lit, spacious bathroom. Your hands find their way to the edges of the sink, and you lean down, allowing the exhaustion of the events to wash over you. The bathroom door opens and shuts, prompting your eyes to snap toward the mirror. Instantly, you make eye contact with Matt.
Leaning against the bathroom door with lowered eyes, Matt takes in your appearance. His gaze is fixated on your skirt, noticing how it's slightly hunched up due to you leaning over the sink.
"you get my text earlier?" he asks, returning his gaze to your face.
"Yeah, I got it. I was pretty occupied, though," you reply, turning your body to face him
"yeah? I couldn't tell" he replies laced with sarcasm.
You nod in response, and he begins to walk toward you. Instinctively, you move backward, feeling your lower back hit the counter. His arms trap you on both sides, eliminating any distance between you.
"you avoiding me now? Is that what's happening?"He says, leaning down to meet you at eye level.
The close proximity makes it a bit challenging for you to breathe properly. So, you turn your head to the side, suddenly finding the patterns on the wall much more interesting, despising how calm and collected he appeared- how much control he has over your mind, despite numerous reassurances from him. You can't help but wonder if the only time you get to be intimate is away from others because you question whether he's more concerned about being seen with you than genuinely "protecting your peace."
"Stop that," he says, aware that your mind is racing at full speed.
Your eyes finally meet his gaze, and it's unclear how long the intense stare has lasted. Matt is the first to break eye contact, stepping back. His hands move to the bathroom lock, twisting the metal and securing it.
"Classic," you mutter, still grappling with your self-sabotaging thoughts.
"what was that?" he says
"we're not doing anything in here " you reply ignoring his question
"Who said we were going to? We're just having a conversation"
"you look pretty" he continues due to your silence
"yeah? I've heard" Confidently fueled by the liquor, You aimed to provoke him, fully aware that he had seen you talking to the guy. What added to the satisfaction was knowing he wasn't pleased that you entertained the conversation, you turn your body to face the mirror again. Purposefully grinding your ass against his groin, already feeling the hardness.
"You having a change of heart, I thought we couldn't do anything?" he says,pressing you further against the counter. The cold marble makes you shiver.
You tilt your head to the side as you feel his hands brush up against the back of your thighs, making their way to the skimpy material of your underwear, smiling once he felt how soaked you were
lifting the bottom of your skirt to rest on your lower back he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, making you smile at how quick he is to give you what you want.
His hands grab your hair, bunching it up and pushing it to the side. Sneaking his hands around your torso, he plants a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
" you want this? you gotta be quiet though might be hard for you huh " he snarked
"fuck you" you reply annoyed with his snarky comment
"yeah i'm sure you'd like that, now wouldn't you" he pulls you flush against his chest,placing a gentle kiss to your temple, his hand palming your wetness, making you lean further onto his chest, your head settling in the crook of his neck
"Always so needy for me aren't you sweetheart" he whispers causing you to meet his gaze through the mirror. "I got what you want right here" he adds pressing himself harder against you
he pushes your underwear to the side, circling your swollen clit causing you to grip the edges of the sink harder, his hands make his way to the small of your back wanting you to arch further into him.
His fingers part from your entrance, causing a whine to escape your lips at the lack of his touch, You hear the sound of his belt being undone, and that sound alone intensifies the warmth between your thighs. you look at him through the polished glass as his hands make his way to your ass, grabbing your backside spreading it apart slightly giving him a full view of your wetness.
He positions himself at your entrance, guiding the tip of his shaft along the slickness of your wetness in an up and down motion , all the while maintaining eye contact and loving the needy expression you wear.
You start to turn around to beg him to fill you, but your thoughts are abruptly interrupted as he thrusts himself completely inside you, your head falls back in sheer delight, finally experiencing the sensation you've yearned for throughout the past couple of weeks. his thrusts are soft wanting you to get used to him
At that moment, he withdraws entirely, leaving just the tip inside you and then thrusting fully inside you without any warning. This elicits small moans from your lips, pulling you closer to him, and his grip around your waist tightens. The pace of his thrusts quicken, and you make every effort to stifle any sounds
Your fingers brush against his hands wanting to gain stability and comfort from his touch with him plunging inside you, it's a pleasurable ache, so intense that tears well up in your eyes. His lips move to tenderly kiss the top of your head, seeking to reciprocate the affectionate touch you crave. He gently squeezes your waist. In that moment. This action alone prompts a recollection towards the person who did the same to you just minutes ago, and his gaze narrows toward that specific spot.
his grip on that spot hardens, causing you to slightly wince knowing that it'll bruise later, you turn to look at Matt, but his fingers grasp your chin forcing you to look at yourself taking everything he gave you, his grip never leaves your face and you moan at the change in pace. It was overwhelming. and a smile was plastered on his face at the way he was breaking you, leaving you dumbfounded
"do you know who you belong to " he asks, his cheek coming into contact with yours. his soft hair brushes against your skin, pushing himself deeper inside you
"You matt"
" You positive ? " he asks moving your head to look at him, forcing eye contact while his thrusts get sloppier but deeper,not slowing down his pace, the feeling in your belly worsens.
"yes I promise"
His hips thrust against your backside, and you instinctively tighten around him, wanting to avert your gaze from his compelling eyes. You resist giving in to the impression that he has complete control over you. However, you find it impossible to look away as his firm grip on your face prevents any movement. Your hands grip his arm in a pleading gesture, silently urging him to allow you to finally reach climax.
He hates how delicate and kind you are, feeling an overwhelming need to protect you from any potential harm. He hates that he might be the cause of your emotional distance, fueled by the fear that his lifestyle could be too much for you to handle.
"don't get all shy now, you were confident when you let him touch you remember?"
"I'm sorry," you respond immediately, but he knows you're not to blame. Despite not being officially together, he doesn't care; in his mind, you belong to him, and he's determined to prove it. His thrusts show no signs of slowing down, and your hands instinctively move to the back of his head for support, irregardless of the tight grip he has around you
"If you ever let another man touch you the way that I do, you'll pay. got it?" you nod unable to articulate a response as your mind remains blank.
"Say it"
"yes matt" you choked.
he attaches his lips onto yours, for the first time in weeks and it shows how much you've missed each other, it was rough enough to bruise your lips His hand releases its hold on your waist, finding its way to your neck, exerting subtle pressure. He teeth delicately tugs at the bottom of your lip before letting go of his grip, ultimately granting you the freedom to lean fully against his chest.
he leans his head against yours, wanting to be as close to you letting you relax for a second until he's back at it, his fingers make their way to your swollen bud. The most audible sob escapes your lips as his fingers trace in circular motions, gently pinching the swollen area with his thumb and pointer finger.
"fuck i c-cant matt"
“you’re taking me so well baby, just a little longer for me " he replies to your plea, grabbing your hips to push back against his length, Handling you firmly, his fingers persist in vigorously rubbing your bud in circular motions, You thrash around him, overwhelmed by the intensity, but his grip around you prevents any escape,
"tell me how bad you want it " he says slowing down his thrusts, wanting you to suffer a little as his fingers skillfully work around the sensitive area, making you pant with the pleasant sensation. You squirm in response, caught between the pleasure and the firm grip that holds you in place.
"Really bad matt please" You cry in frustration, mascara staining your cheeks as you let the tears fall.
"come for me sweetheart" he encourages
Without a moment's hesitation, you comply with his command, and you feel yourself release all over him messily, Matt's hands swiftly move to your mouth muffling your sounds.
"That's it baby let it all out for me "
Your grip around his shaft is so intense that his body can only endure so much. His arms envelop every available inch of your body as he grapples to suppress his own noises.
you feel his release fill you, mixed with yours slowly spilling out from inside you and the sight alone cause him to harden. He gazes at your disheveled appearance, giving you continuous slow thrust, that drag out your orgasm, with smudged mascara running down your eyes and tousled hair. you may feel like a mess, to him, you appear vulnerable, and he likes that.
"you okay?" he asks
you curse him inwardly for consistently diverting your focus from reality. Both of you understand that this unhealthy pattern could lead to a disastrous outcome if left unaddressed. If either of you could set aside fear and selfishness, the nights wouldn't be consumed by your overthinking and He wouldn't harbor resentment towards those who are able to openly express their affections for you.
"yeah, you okay?" you ask him
A chance to resolve the indifference between you two presented itself, and he silently contemplated the options. The desire to admit his true feelings for you lingered, but the overwhelming fear held him back. He acknowledged that one day he might gather the courage, but for now, he selfishly preferred to keep things behind closed doors. He knew that he was being selfish, yet the thought of having you in any capacity seemed preferable to the prospect of losing you completely. Yet again, what started as a complicated situation only deepened in complexity.
"yeah" he replies leaning his head against yours, as he began to pull out from inside you slowly.
He hurriedly dresses, securing his belt, you make your way to the door, preparing to unlock it. Just as you're about to, he gently grabs your arm, pulling you close and placing his hand on your waist. "Are we really okay?" he asks, searching your eyes with a mix of concern and longing.
"mhm, i'll see you around?" swiftly, you reply and proceed to unlock the door The grip Matt has on your waist loosens, and the subtle detachment tugs at your heartstrings, leaving a slow ache.
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Joel Miller x Feral Reader/OFC
(You’ve all lovingly named this character Feral Reader, but she’s referenced as Starshine or Red sometimes in the stories.)
Warning: Explicit Content, Graphic Violence, Trauma, PTSD
(Put in order of story timeline)
Monsters Two-Shot | (18+ Minors DNI) | 3rd POV | AO3 Part 1 | Part 2 Honey One-Shot | (18+ Minors DNI) | 3rd POV | AO3 The first time there was an excuse, the second time was just about release after a hard day.
Be Still Drabble | 3rd POV | AO3 It takes her a while to notice. Joel is having a panic attack. Bitter Two-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Joel makes a decision for all of them when they finally find Tommy in Jackson. Part 1 | Part 2 Violent Delights One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 With Joel injured and Ellie captured, she has to make a choice. Violent Ends One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 They find the Fireflies and one by one, the lights go out.  Crossword Snippet | 3rd POV | AO3 It’s the first time their group has been split up and Joel definitely isn’t waiting for you at the gates.
Daisies Drabble | 3rd POV | AO3 The women of Jackson have their eyes set on Joel Miller.
Beast One-Shot | 18+ Minors DNI for Graphic Violence | 3rd POV | AO3 All she can see is that he’s hurt and she would tear them apart. Left Behind One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Settling into life in Jackson wasn't going so easily and Joel is hit with the possibility she may not be welcomed to stay. Territorial One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 She never paid attention to the newcomers when they joined Jackson until one of them begins to get close to Joel. Dominant One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 Jealousy and rationality don’t mix. Hero Worship Drabble | 3rd POV Ellie has a little admirer  Your Bury Me One-Shot | 3rd POV | AO3 A failed trade, a dress, music, and their own form of confession. Mine Drabble | 3rd POV He doesn’t like other’s attention on her
Drabbles:
Reckless: Ellie gets mad at her for being too careless with herself Red’s Personality ***Red Integrating Into Jackson Headcanons ***Red and Joel Headcanons Does Red ever try singing again? ***Tommy x Red Headcanons Tommy after the punch ***Ellie x Red Headcanons ***Joel falling for Red Headcanons Red is Ellie’s Mom Gifts from the Barn Cat The Morning After Bitter Part 2 Joel’s Nightmares ***Moments in Domesticity Headcanons ***Ellie and Red arguement Headcanons
Asks
Where does Red met them in the timeline? TLOU Part 2 Question Sunshine Bestie Red and cheating scenario Romance and Connections Red and Pregnancies Maria and Red’s relationship Ellie’s Adjustment Maria standing up for Red Reds Triggers Red & the baby (More) When Reds Sick Annie’s Birthday Joel Calming Red Down Red’s Trinkets
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DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #10
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TW: mentions of human experimentation and blood
The Sapphire Stone Sits Highest on the Throne
The GIW have done the unthinkable. They've captured Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms and ruler of all who reside within it. The government organization tortured and experimented on Danny so much and for so long that Danny was forced to recede into his core. While a ghost's core is relatively strong by itself --only another ghost of similar strength could shatter it-- it's also extremely vulnerable to misuse if left in the wrong hands.
The GIW use the King's core to ravage Amity Park --uncaring if human citizens got in their way-- as well as the Ghost Zone itself. The Ancients combine their efforts to search for the lost, little king, desperately trying to find Danny's core and take it back from the blood and ectoplasm stained hands of the agents. As a result of their dogged search, the Ancients bring worldwide destruction down upon the Earth in their hunt for every single white suit agent remaining, scurrying from one hiding place to another like rats in the walls of a dilapidated house.
One by one, almost every agent was hunted down and bound in unbreakable chains of ice, awaiting their trials for the atrocities they committed against the Infinite Realms and its King. The only one left is the leader of the organization itself, the one who holds Danny's core. The leader, however, is extremely slippery and has managed to evade capture for months now, going so far as to throw their own men to the wolves if it meant an easy escape with the jewel-blue heart of a scared, grieving, and injured child.
At this point though, the Ancients have caused so much destruction and natural disasters, that the Justice League has no choice but to step in. At first, the JL actively try to fight the Ancients, not fully understanding the situation but having little luck in actually hitting any of them regardless. It isn't until John Constantine runs onto the battlefield like a bat out of hell and skids to a stop right smack dab in the middle of the fight that things change. He's out of breath, his hair is in disarray, he smells heavily of smoke and alcohol, and that's definitely a still fresh coffee stain on his weather beaten trenchcoat along with red blood painting his knuckles.
Normally, one small human wouldn't be able to stop the wrath of the Ancients when they've set their sights on something. This instance, however, was very different. As Constantine raised his hands up towards the rampaging Ancients about to unleash their fury on the JL, one thing managed to capture every single one of their attention.
That being the weakly glowing, sapphire-like core held in one of Constantine's outstretched hands(1 & 2) and the faint, echoing cries of a child begging the Ancients to put an end to the carnage they've unleashed upon the world.
Notes:
(1) Constantine gives little explanation on how he got his hands on Danny's core. Little do the JL know, it was just pure, dumb luck. He ran into the leader of the GIW right as the bastard was leaving a coffee shop. Coffee got spilled all over Constantine and, being slightly drunk off his ass, he decides to deck the person in the pretentious white suit and knocks him out in one shot. Constantine's about to walk away when he hears a child crying. He finds Danny's core in one of the downed guy's pockets and has a panic attack when he immediately realizes what it is. Danny explains what's going on and Constantine books it towards where he can sense a large amount of necrotic energy gathering. The rest is history.
(2) ALSO, sapphire is a pretty significant gem. According to the internet, the sapphire symbolizes wisdom, royalty, prophecy and divine favour. It's a symbol of power and strength, but also of kindness and wise judgement. Which just fits Danny PERFECTLY in this prompt, imo.
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festus-eats-tabasco · 6 months
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transcribing my breakdown of the trailer here bc i'm going feral
dramatic riptide cover >>>>>>
THE MET!!!!
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is it just me or is he wearing the leather cord for the beads in this scene? did they give it to him before camp? i'm intrigued
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LOOKING AT PERSEUS!!!!!!! Absolutely FANTASTIC choice
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getting up to defend Grover <3
AND! Nancy Bobofit sighting
also is Riptide vibrating when Mrs. Dodds gets close because that's baller as hell
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current working theory is the kids are gasping at Nancy in the fountain, ESPECIALLY because of the "there you are" bit
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the Fury looks BADASSSSSS
MOUNT OLYMPUS SIGHTING!!!!
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Zeus's throne is engraved with lightning bolts!!! Also are those faces at the bottom??? what do they represent hmmmmmm
the Montauk cabin looks so cozy and homey and i'm emotional about it
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i think this is Percy on the porch of the Big House
ALSO LAKE SPOTTED!
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nah bc this shot is my entire personality right now and i think based on the next shot they're going into the Hermes cabin
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this shot of him during capture the flag against Clarisse is INCREDIBLE
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this is my absolute FAVORITE shot of Annabeth!!! HER FOCUS IS SO INTENSE! THAT IS H E R!!!!!
also is she watching Percy train with Luke??? maybe??? who knows
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I'm assuming they're in the Underworld here because of the two thrones and the general mist n shit
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Auntie Em's!!!!!!!!
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I LOVE the lighting in this shot oh my god look at that framing this is GORGEOUS
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this shot is so fucking funny. these poor kids
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ok so get ready for some analysis
the golden statue is carrying the symbol of the boar aka Ares AND she's standing in a seashell so I'm guessing it's meant to be Aphrodite
plus with the tapestries in the back and the theatrical lighting of the place i'm guessing this is the entrance to the Tunnel of Love??? maybe the statue was made by Hephaestus, it look a bit automaton-esque
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is this a shade in the Fields of Asphodel?????
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I LOVE THIS HUG AWWW
also Percy is still in his quest clothes so I'm wondering if this is maaaaaybe post-scorpion sting???? maybe he just got out of the infirmary? idk
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*inhuman screeching*
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Tunnel! of! Love!
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ok this precedes Percy falling off the gateway arch and she's gesturing like a command so I'm guessing she's gesturing to the Chimera??? at first i was like ATHENA but she's the park ranger in the Hoover Dam not the arch whoops
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i'm sad
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THAT'S! MY! BOY!
WOOOOOOO this trailer is incredible and I'm gonna cry anyway tell me your thoughts y'all i'm in brainrot mode
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urgonnaneedabiggership · 10 months
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And All The Fears You Hold So Dear
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language. Angst. Unplanned Pregnancy. Mild violence. Also there's like a smidge of nsfw talk there but thought I'd let you know beforehand just in case.
Word count: 4.3K
A/N: Part Three and Final Installment of something that started as a one-shot and somehow escalated into this¿¿
I just want to thank you for all your very kind comments and let you know that I got a couple requests that I'll be working on, so this might not be the last you see of me. Ily <3
also i cried so much writing this now you have to suffer like i did. xo
Right after the tears finally stopped coming, the emotional exhaustion translated into an intense weariness that made you collapse on the sofa. That hour spent out of consciousness was a blissful interlude in the pain that had your chest hurting and leaving you unable to breathe.  You’d once read somewhere that there was something called “phantom limb syndrome” in which people could feel pain in an amputated hand, arm, or leg. When you woke up, you looked out at the now dark sky and thought of giving Miguel a call to tell him about what an awful day you were having until the memories came back like a harrowing tsunami that had you tearing up when you wondered for how long you’d have to keep reminding yourself that he wasn’t there anymore. This time, however, you became angry. And oddly self-assured.
You didn’t need him. You’d given him a choice, and if a sad, pitiful, lonely life was what he wanted, then good riddance. His loss.
You could do this. Jessica’s pregnancy hadn’t stopped her after all. Sure, it would be challenging but there were mothers out there who took care of one or more children and balanced several jobs didn’t they? So what if you moonlighted as a vigilante whose life was on the line every day? What if you’d have to spend the rest of your life protecting him or her from the bunch of fairly dangerous enemies you’d made in the past months?
Or maybe you didn’t have to.
Your eyes wandered off to your suit which you’d mindlessly thrown on the floor the second you’d arrived home, scrutinizing the details and the care that you’d put into creating it. You wondered what it would look like inside a box, hidden in the back of the closet for years, or until your kid stumbled upon it and asked about mommy’s dutifully hidden past.
An obnoxious beeping sound coming from between the cushions snapped you out of your fantasy as you fished your watch. You hadn’t even realized you’d taken it with you and now it was issuing a warning concerning an anomaly with an amazing timing that had decided to pop into your dimension.
Placing a hand on your stomach, you looked out of the window and doubtfully pressed your lips together.
“Shit. Please, let it be a Vulture that’s literally a vulture, please,” you pleaded with whatever deity chose to listen to you as you picked up your suit and rushed to the bathroom, mindlessly throwing the test into the trash can before pulling the mask over your head.
Unfortunately, you didn’t arrive at the location to find a confused scavenging bird flapping around. You weren’t even sure of what you’d been sent to capture. At the scene, several police cars had formed a barricade outside of an empty warehouse and seemed to be lying in wait, aiming at the door with their guns. Good. That meant you could get in there and set things straight with the unwanted visitor before anybody got hurt.
You stealthily made your way from a nearby ledge to the roof, finding your way in through a broken skylight and landing on top of a pile of metallic crates solid enough to hold your weight but making your entrance noisier than you would’ve liked.
Whatever you were looking for, it was nowhere to be seen. The warehouse was in such darkness that, if it wasn’t for the night-vision lenses Miguel had fitted into your mask, you wouldn’t be able to see further than your own nose. They had come in pretty handy, and you couldn’t believe you’d been so opposed to getting them.
“(Y/N) it’s just one small modification, give me one reason not to.”
“Because you’ve already done too much!”
“Oh come on, it will take me what? Twenty minutes?”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean you’ve done too much to my suit, Miguel. First, the emergency parachute, next the spine and nape reinforcements, then you literally said ‘You know what? How about we just redo the whole thing with fireproof fabric?’ and now another modification?”
“He added memory foam insoles too, said you wouldn’t notice, I’m with you on this one” Lyla chimed in.
You pressed your lips together to fight back a satisfied smile while Miguel glared daggers at the AI assistant, who refused to back down.
“She still remembers please and thank you, alright?”
“Lyla, will you please go check if there’s a faulty connection or a leaky pipe somewhere? Thank you.”
After throwing a sickly sweet smile his way, she vanished.
“Alright then,” Miguel continued arguing, “I’m sorry for offering to install state-of-the-art, potentially lifesaving enhancements to your suit. What was I thinking, not wanting my girlfriend to die?”
He lifted his hands in defeat and retreated to the other side of the room, minimizing the digital blueprints of the new glasses.
“And for the record,” He continued, “I didn’t do all the work for your new suit, you designed it, remember? I had no idea of what a ‘basque waistline’ was,”
When he finished talking, he was surprised to hear absolutely nothing coming from your side. Furrowing his eyebrows, he turned to see you still leaning against the metallic table on top of which your suit rested. You were staring at him with a surprised expression that only baffled him further when he noticed the bright blush spreading around your cheeks and down to your neck. Then it dawned on him.
“Oh shit, I’ve never called you that before, have I?”
“No, you haven’t,”
Of course, that small window of vulnerability was all he needed.
“Please let me put the lenses on your suit?”
What he didn’t know was that you can see both ways through a window. When he earnestly pleaded with you to let him install the stupid attachment, his true motives were as clear as if you’d heard them straight from his mouth.
Last time I wasn’t careful enough. I didn’t plan ahead. If something happens to you and I have the slightest notion that I didn’t do absolutely everything in my power to keep you safe…please. Do this for me, would you? For my own, selfish peace of mind?
And he’d been right. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something dart from behind one container to the next one.
“I see you,” You announced, rolling your shoulders as your Spider-Sense began acting up, “Listen, you’re probably feeling confused right now and if you come out we could…”
You couldn’t even finish the sentence as something heavy and cold tackled you onto the ground. Instinctively, you rolled over just in time for something sharp the size of a harpoon to stab the ground next to your head strong enough to pierce the concrete. Without wasting one more second, you jumped on top of a container to take a better look at whatever the hell that was just to find that same spot completely empty. Whatever it was, it was fast. Wincing at the sharp pain in your shoulder, you reminded yourself you had to be more careful and avoid taking strong hits like that.
However, you couldn’t afford to be distracted right now. And, as if to affirm that thought as quickly as it came, your sense warned you of something coming at you from behind. Before it could take you by surprise again, you swiftly moved out of the way and shot webs twice to try and pin it down so you could at least take a good look at what you were up against.
“What in the…?” You gasped as you stared at what you’d captured. Before you, a 20-foot-long pale yellow scorpion furiously trashed about as it tried to free itself from your webs. Not even five seconds after you spotted it, the critter broke free of its restraints and disappeared behind another container. Well, reasoning and trying to bring him in peacefully wasn’t going to work with this one. For now, you knew that it was going to try and keep attacking you, so the best you could do for now was to keep an eye on him before he could plunge that hideous stinger through your forehead. Especially since the little shit was remarkably fast. What was that thing Miguel always told you to do?
“No, remember. You’ve got to think further, think two steps ahead,”
“You know, Miguel, repeating that a million times isn’t going to suddenly give me the ability to see ten seconds into the future,” you muttered, taking the hand he reached out to help you get up. With a wince, you placed a hand on your shoulder and rolled it until it popped.
“It’s not about seeing into the future, (Y/N), it’s about finding unprotected spots and patterns,”
“How come outside I’m love, gorgeous or mi chiquita preciosa de ojitos bonitos, but the minute we’re in here I’m back to being (Y/N),”
“First of all, that last one never happened, we agreed on it, I was in…a vulnerable…”
“You were drunk, you can say it, I won’t tell,”
He glared at you in a way you knew meant ‘won’t you?’. Hopefully, he’d never find out you’d told Peter every last detail of his drunken silliness as soon as you had the chance.
“Second of all, here you’re just like anybody else. You mean nothing to me and I mean nothing to you because that’s how the attackers are going to see you, as an obstacle to get out of the way. Now focus. I’m going to attack you again,”
While knowing beforehand he was going to come at you gave you some advantage, you managed to block the blow he launched at your head. Before he could try again, you noticed his next attempt at an attack was leaving his legs completely exposed. Then, you did what Jess had taught you to do whenever you faced somebody taller than you: go for the knees. You crouched and, with a classic foot sweep, managed to make him lose his balance just enough for you to hook your legs on either side of his and take him down.
You were so tired you couldn’t even gloat properly, instead settling for smiling to yourself and releasing a short, triumphant, ‘ha!’ with your last breath before crawling over to him and sitting next to his lying body.
“You know, if I’m supposed to think two movements ahead,” You say, a beckoning look in your eyes, “I think it’s safe to predict you’re going tell me that there’s nothing more you can teach me, and then carry me to your quarters to do absolutely unspeakable things to me,”
Honestly, it had been stupid of you to think he would give up that easily. Not even two seconds later, it was your back that was pressed against the floor as his large frame covered you, and his hand held your wrists on top of your head. Then he leaned in, painfully slowly, until he was close enough for you to feel the heat that radiated from his skin, a low chuckle left his throat.
“Chula, you don’t know half of all the things I can teach you. But this isn’t the place for most of them. Let’s get moving.”
Thankfully, you forced your brain to focus on the matter at hand before it could replay the entire memory.
Two steps ahead (Y/N), come on.
That thing always attacked with the stinger first. Then it would probably try to immobilize you with its pincers. Quickly tracing a plan inside your head, you started to roam the dark warehouse looking for the missing critter, your spider-sense as sharp as ever as you looked behind every crate and container only to find nothing. Maybe it had left the building without you noticing? Outside, the police still remained alert and in wait. There was no way it could have left without being seen.
Fine. If you couldn’t find him, then he could come and find you. Making your way to the center of the empty space, you remained perfectly still and waited for your sense to tell you where the beast was coming from. The wait was short-lived as you felt a sharp wave of shivers running down your right arm, your entire body shifting to face that side just in time to shoot enough web to completely wrap the entire stinger and leave enough web for you to jump and throw over a beam, leaving the scorpion hanging upside down while aggressively pinching the air around him with its pincers. Unwilling to take any risks, you covered them as well. You had to stand there and catch your breath for a few seconds before looking over to your watch to report you’d successfully captured the anomaly. Only then you had the chance to see that you had several missing calls from Peter.
“(Y/N)?” Peter asked when the call went in almost immediately, “Where have you been? I tried calling but you didn’t answer,”
“Yeah, sorry for going AWOL. I’ve been…busy. I caught something back here. I just reported it,” Behind you, you could hear the scorpion still struggling to free itself, “It’s an ugly one, Mayday’s going to love it.”
“(Y/N), listen, I think you should come back here. You and Miguel should try to talk…”
“P.B., I love you but I really don’t want to talk about that right now. Okay? How about you come over here and help me drag this feisty little shit back to the HQ so we can send it home? You won’t believe it; it has to weigh at least…”
When you turned around to proudly stare at your prisoner, you were met with nothing but a lone stinger, eerily dangling from the ceiling. Your proud smile faded as quickly as it had arrived. Before you could open your eyes to say anything else, you found yourself trapped between two cold surfaces that painfully squeezed all the air out of your lungs as you let out a painful yell. You desperately grabbed each side of the pincer, trying to pry them open to release yourself to no avail. With your brain already starting to run low on oxygen, your strength began to fade. You heard Peter questioningly say your name from the device still attached to your wrist, but he sounded as if you’d been submerged underwater. And his voice sounded as if it was further, and further away. You were falling into a deep and dark lake, air deprived and without enough strength to swim to the surface. So you let yourself sink further, close your eyes and let darkness engulf you as you keep going down.
You’d wondered once or twice what would come after life. Since there was no way for you to be certain about anything, you decided to believe what sounded the most comforting. You would wake up in a beautiful place, full of light, that smelled like freshly baked cookies all the time because you would be sitting at a kitchen table with all the people that you lost along the way, and it was time for all of you to have cookies with whatever you wanted to drink, maybe you just hung out in silence, or you would discuss all the wisdom that the act of passing away seemed to come with…the point was that in no scenario did heaven smell like antiseptic.
This discrepancy was what made you start slowly blinking as you furrowed your eyebrows, the intense white light surrounding you making your head spin. Eventually, you were able to discern some shadows that slowly morphed into a familiar face.
“Hey, welcome back,” Jessica gently greeted you from a chair in the corner of the room. The hospital room. Like they’d done hours before when you woke up from your nap, a new wave of unpleasant memories came crashing down once more as you tried to sit up with a worried expression.
“Is…are we both okay?” It wasn’t until you tried to ask that you noticed a certain reluctance at saying the word.
“Yes, don’t worry,” Jess immediately assured you. Then why did she look so troubled?
“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked, rolling her chair closer and grabbing your hand gently, “Honey, of all people you know I would’ve understood,”
“Jess, I’m so scared,” Was all you came up with before shutting your eyes and clamping your lips together to keep the sobs inside, tears already beginning to fall from your cheeks, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, I don’t know how I’m going to handle this, how am I supposed to do this if I can’t even take down a lousy scorpion without getting myself killed?”
With a reassuring smile, the woman tried to hug you as much as her pregnancy allowed her, comfortingly running one hand down your hair and rubbing your back with the other.
“See? You’re great at this already and your kid isn’t even here,” You sobbed against her shoulder, too exhausted to return the embrace.
“What makes you think you won’t be?” She asked, pulling away to give you some space and much-needed room to breathe.
And you knew the exact reason. It came to you so fast and with such clarity that it scared you. But maybe she would understand that too. However, right as you opened your mouth to speak, a soft click coming from the door interrupted you right before it opened, leaving you completely exposed to the thorough, scrutinizing look of the man that hours ago you thought you’d never lay eyes on again.
You turned at Jess, hoping she’d create an excuse for him to leave you alone. You weren’t done talking to her. You desperately wanted her to stay. However, she’d already turned to look at him and left her chair.
“I’ll give you a moment,” She said and, after gently caressing your shoulder one last time, left the room.
And then there were two.
For the life of you, you couldn’t think of one single thing to say, much less anticipate what his next move would be. Yet, your eyes never left his. Your jaw hurt from how hard you had to clench it to keep yourself from bursting into tears again. Fuck, could the hormones be acting up already? Right when you were starting to wonder if, should neither of you say something, you would just stay there in this staring contest until the end of time, Miguel spoke.
“How long have you known?”
“A day. Or so.” You blurted out so quickly that he wasn’t done speaking when you replied. It wasn’t until his eyes left yours and wandered down that you realized you’d been clutching your pale blue gown the entire time. As you slowly let go of it, you realized your hands were shaking.
“And you didn’t say anything?” He asked again, his voice turning one octave higher right in the middle of the question.
“Well, I found out not so long ago, and immediately after I was called here to help so I thought we had bigger problems and this could wait. But then you said we had been a mistake all along so I imagined I was on my own for this one. And I think that pretty much covers it.”
Silently, he took a seat on the chair next to the hospital bed.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” He replied, not looking at you but at an empty spot on the wall, “Back there, when I realized you were gone something didn’t make sense. You’ve pushed back much harder for less important things and now you just turned around and left? And with this, it makes even less sense. Even out of spite, you would’ve told me before leaving.”
You hated how well he knew you, and how right he was. And how what he said didn’t make you angry, but instead make you confront the harrowing confession you’d left unfinished before he walked in.
“What if you were right?” You asked taking a deep, shaky breath, “I didn’t intend for this to happen, you know? It just did. What we had was manageable because at least it was just between us, no third parties affected, if anything went wrong with the timeline and such we could call it off and that was that. But now there was something tangible real coming out of this and I panicked because what if it messed everything up? What if we’d made a mistake? But I just didn’t want to think about it until you sort of confirmed it,”
You weren’t going to cry. You refused to cry in front of him while having this conversation. You tried to focus on anything else to cope with his seemingly endless silence, anything but his slouching shape next to you. The soft fabric of your sheets, or the faint whirring of the monitor next to you displaying your vitals. Now you focused on your breaths. Long, deep breaths.
“So,” He finally spoke in a hoarse voice you were sure you’d never heard before, and you were so taken aback by it that you turned to look at him before you could stop yourself to find a strange, oddly endearing sight. He was crying. Well, maybe that was a bit of a stretch but there were definitely tears in his eyes and even if he was better at hiding it, you were sure he was struggling to keep them confined there as much as you were. Suddenly self-aware of the change in his voice, he cleared his throat before continuing.
“So, we’re having a baby?”
He sounded so expectant, and yet so afraid of the answer. He was absolutely terrified. You could see it in his eyes. This man, who faced life-risking challenges every day and had seen enough for several lifetimes, had never seemed so frightened. The thought, for some reason, made you laugh as you shuddered when you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Seems like it,” came the reply in such a croaky voice that it left you no choice but to laugh a little bit more.
This time he laughed too, although you could barely catch a glimpse of his smile before being engulfed in a hug that made you wish you weren’t in such a state so you could pull him as close to you as you really wanted. Instead, you settled for resting your forehead against his shoulder as he pulled away enough to plant several small and warm kisses on your temple.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered, “God, I swear I didn’t mean one single word. Whatever happens next, we’ll deal with it as it comes, I don’t care, right now all I know is none of this would’ve been worth it if it hadn’t brought me here to you,”  
“Hey, don’t get sentimental on me, O’Hara,” you jokingly said, pulling away to be able to look into his eyes, “We’re going to be just fine,”
“I won’t if you keep doing stupid shit like this, (Y/N), ¿qué carajos te pasa? ‘we’re going to be just fine’ Claro, si por tu culpa no me da un infarto primero,“ He scolded you, leaving his seat, “You know you’re benched, right? You’re staying right here, where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you stay out of trouble,”
“What about my dimension? There are plenty of non-interdimensional criminals there desperate to be caught,” You complained.
“Well, I’m afraid the NYPD’s going to have to figure it out for themselves for the next few months. Might even teach them to appreciate you a little more.”
“And if there’s another anomaly?”
“Dios mío, mujer,” He impatiently argued back, “I’ll go then. Or we’ll send somebody else. You’re staying here. Period.”
“Fine,” You huffed, not pleased at all with the order despite knowing you’d been very lucky this time, “But just for three months,”
“Six,” He stubbornly insisted.
“Five, but Peter’s going to be the godfather and you have to tell him.”
A disgruntled sigh echoes throughout the room.
“Fine,”
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lex-loudestwoman · 8 months
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The Whole Story
Before we begin, a disclaimer: I believe that Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss are in a romantic relationship together. I've come to this conclusion carefully by reading all the signs Taylor has given us through her lyrics, media presence, clothing & jewelry choices, marketing, visuals, and interviews. This is all a theory of what I think has gone down between Karlie and Taylor since 2013.
2013 & Earlier - The Beginning
VS Fashion Show 2013: The first official meeting of Karlie & Taylor was at the 2013 VS Fashion Show.
This may not have been their true first encounter (s/o @sophietv for her amazing work about this, she outlines all the times Kaylor interacted prior to the fashion show in 2013!).
According to a Teen Vogue interview in 2014, Taylor and Karlie were introduced to each other at the same time that Taylor met Emma Stone by Andrew Bevan of Teen Vogue. That was in 2008 at the Young Hollywood Awards.
After that first meeting in 2008, Taylor attended a number of fashion shows that Karlie walked in: Tommy Hilfiger Spring Show (9/16/2009); Rodarte Spring 2012 show in NYC (9/13/2011); Jean-Paul Gauthier in Paris (9/30/2012), Elie Saab Spring/Summer 2013 Show (10/3/2012).
Karlie & Taylor also both attended Roberto Cavalli's 40th Anniversary Party (9/30/2010) and the Met Gala in 2011. Teen Vogue included a quote from Karlie about the Met: "Taylor Swift. I was introduced to her at the Met Gala, and we joked about having a baking date!"
January 17th, 2012: The iconic Twitter interaction between Kaylor finally happens! Taylor's cover story with Vogue includes a quote about Karlie: "I love Karlie Kloss, I want to bake cookies with her!" Karlie tweets at her the same day the cover releases.
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2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show
By the time the 2013 VS Show rolled around, I think they were already dating in some capacity, and the fashion show was a PR move. If Taylor & Karlie were going to become "close friends" in the public eye, they needed a high-profile, highly documented story about how they met to avoid questions about the nature of their close relationship.
Taylor performed I Knew You Were Trouble (Red) for the show, and she danced with Karlie on stage while 'snow' fell.
"So it goes, you two are dancing in a snow globe round and round." - You Are in Love, 1989
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Karlie later revealed in an interview that she had gotten a dramatic haircut during a Vogue shoot just before the VS Fashion Show began. This haircut was a big deal- she changed her look completely without talking to anyone about it, and Vogue asked her to keep it a secret until the shoot dropped. So she showed the VS Fashion Show like "surprise! New hair!" which drew up quite a buzz. Taylor's hair was pretty blonde and long at the time, not fully bleached but certainly lightened up in comparison to her natural hair color.
"flashback when you met me, your buzz cut & my hair bleached" - Dress, reputation
Karlie posted a ton of pictures from this event (most of which were of her and Taylor) on her Instagram. She also starts posting really sappy Instagram posts about being in love.
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I think that the November 14th, 2013 post about receiving your favorite flowers from the person you love is about Taylor Swift, but who's to say!
Then, on Friday, December 13th, 2013 (Taylor's 21st birthday, which I think she references in an interview sometime when she's talking about why she loves the number 13) Karlie posts two sugarplum fairy-related photos, capturing the scene in The Nutcracker where snow falls from the sky as delicate performers dressed in white dance along the stage. This is super Taylor-coded, giving YAIL, dancing in the damn snowglobe again.
Interesting caption there, Kar. "#flashbackfriday to the good old days as a sugarplum fairy myself (aka the day I peaked)"
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On December 14th, Karlie posts a solo shot on instagram and tags Josh with photo credit (this is hilarious that we let them just tell us whoever took their picture with absolutely no questioning whether they might be lying???). For some reason, I get the feeling that Taylor took this photo for Karlie the morning after her birthday when they were still together from celebrating the night before.
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2014 - You're My Best Friend
Taylor buys her massive Tribeca, NY Penthouse apartment in April 2014. The home was actually TWO penthouse apartments next door to each other, and then she bought a third townhouse unit next door in 2017, and in 2018 she bought an additional 3-bedroom unit in the same building. Go off NYC Real Estate Queen! Taylor moved into her iconic Cornelia Street apartment during a round of renovations at her Tribeca home in 2016.
Big Sur Trip
VS Fashion Show 2014
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BEST Best Friends
1989 - October 27, 2014
"The inspiration that I found in that [New York] city is kind of hard to describe and hard to compare to any other force of inspiration I've ever experienced in my life." - Taylor Swift, discussing the importance of NYC in an interview with ABC News given on 10/20/2014 ahead of a 1989 promo single release for Welcome to New York (1989). That quote actually reminds me of a lyric from 1989: you understand now why they lost their minds & fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words (You Are in Love, 1989).
2015 - Hiding in Plain Sight
1989 era so many public appearances blah blah blah they were girlfriends in public kissgate gay whatever, everyone agrees that Karlie & Taylor were dating in 2015 during 1989 World Tour etc
2016 - Beards or Bust
Politics and Jared Kushner
The unfortunate reality of 2016 was that Donald Trump really did get elected president, and then he really did take office and become the President of the United States from January 2017 - January 2021. (Sadly, none of it was a nightmare or even a collective hallucination, all of this actually happened in the good old U.S. of A., yeehaw!!) The sociopolitical climate in the US is charged, fraught, uncertain, and divided. Even worse for Taylor & Karlie is their closeness to Jared Kushner, Josh's older brother who is married to Ivanka Trump. Jared served as a senior advisor to Donnie Boy for his entire term, and he did such a good job being Don's accomplice in negligent, ethnocentric, homophobic, misogynistic leadership from the White House that he was made the Director of the Office of American Innovation (this entire office was created by Trump in March 2017 and dissolved by Biden in January 2021).
I think (and this is JUST speculating, I have no real evidence compiled yet to back this up, but I'll look for it eventually) Jared Kushner & Ivanka Trump are also in a queer-bearding relationship contract. I'm not going too far into it now, but there's stuff out there for both Jared and Ivanka, like former Trump staffer Noel Casler's allegations that Jared is gay and in an "arranged marriage" with Ivanka, who doesn't care about his sexuality due to her own sexual opportunism and likely queer identity.
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If Jared and Ivanka really are queer and in a non-monogamous, mutually beneficial public relationship that allows them to co-parent their three children, then their involvement in the Trump administration makes things pretty damn unsafe if they ever were found out. So, I think that when Trump was elected, the entire Kushner family had to be super locked down to keep both Jared & Ivanka AND Josh & Karlie (and Mikey and Taylor) safe from any unwanted allegations.
Since the Kushner and Hess families hold international influence, wealth, and power, if all these billionaire men were suddenly outed as gay there could be serious economic and political consequences across the globe.
Not so coincidentally, Karlie and Taylor's last public event together was Lorde's birthday on Monday, November 7th, 2016. The 2016 Presidential Election took place on Tuesday, November 8th, 2016, which sealed the fate of the Kushner name to be attached to Donald Trump's Presidency. I believe that if Trump had not won (which no one expected him to do) Karlie & Taylor would not have started this Love Blackout.
This photo is the end of Kaylor's public friendship, and the start of their Love Blackout (shout out to @sophietv again for being the BEST!!)
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Joe Alwyn - A Perfectly Palatable Person
I'm sure when the team realized Trump might actually win the election, they started looking for an acceptable beard. Joe really was a great choice for Taylor's life: he had features similar to Karlie's (light eyes, tall, blonde hair), he didn't have much going on with his own reputation, he had a sparkling clean dating history - because Taylor was his first ever girlfriend, he was a fellow artist and was already media trained, and he was gay, too!
Met at the Met - May 2016
red herring lyric (tied to VS 2013 show)
First Reports - May 16, 2017
The Sun broke the news of Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn dating on May 16, 2017. According to Tree Paine a source, they had been secretly dating for months. It's later assumed that they started dating a few months before January 1, 2017, (revealed in a Lover journal released in 2019). Some sleuthing swifties connect a lyrical swap in the acoustic cover of "September" by Earth, Wind, and Fire as performed by our girl Taylor (Friday, April 13, 2018) to the diary entry and determine their anniversary was probably September 28, 2016.
Supportive Boyfriend Award? - December 8, 2017
Joe does something of heroic power. He goes to a concert with his popstar girlfriend. He apparently attended Taylor's performance in the iHeartRadio JingleBall in NYC and "stayed for the whole show and they later left together as well." lmao wut, okay, lots of people stayed for the whole show, this is such a boring relationship roll out, especially for Miss Extra!! (lovingly)
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Toe is Officially Official - May 8th, 2018
Joe finally takes his instagram off private mode and posts a picture of himself, alone, next to a big cactus. Taylor also posts a picture of herself, alone, near the same big cactus. Alright, I guess that *technically* counts as giving the public some confirmation that you two know each other, but I bet Tree was mad as hell when that was their "official instagram announcement."
Then, Joe joins Taylor at the opening night of the Reputation Stadium tour in Glendale, AZ. He wore a baseball cap low to cover his face and "stay incognito" (Joe, babe, no one knows who you are...but like okay i guess, be weird about your fame that you literally wanted and signed up for). But during the song Gorgeous apparently Taylor pointed at Joe in the VIP tent, while he proudly filmed her.
Taylor travels around the country for the Reputation Stadium Tour from May-November 2018. The Rep tour is SO, SO GAY, like Jesus Christ Lesbian Jesus save us from all the rainbow and bisexual flagging!! Check my twitter thread for a full analysis of how gay the Dress performance is.
Reputation Promo:
Taylor Swift socials
Karlie Kloss socials
Reputation, The Album
Reputation was released on November 10, 2017.I consider Reputation to be Taylor & Karlie's "I'm so in love that I might stop breathing" album. This is the honeymoon, this is the up all night, can't stop, won't stop, I need you more than air kind of love.
This album is all about the pining and desperately waiting, hiding their anticipation, hands shaking from holding back from touching each other where anyone might see them. Much like Taylor's own media presence & public interactions in the Reputation era, Kaylor had gone dark, nobody heard from them for months, but they're doing better than they ever were.
2018 - Desperate Measures
The honeymoon phase ends in 2018 as shit in America gets worse for queer folks. The sociopolitical climate is getting more dangerous now, and Trump's constant attacks on LGBTQIA+ rights & safety is making matters much worse. Jared Kushner & Ivanka Trump are in the media a lot now, which means all eyes are on Josh, too.
Toe is Officially Official - May 8, 2018
Joe finally takes his instagram off private mode and posts a picture of himself, alone, next to a big cactus. Taylor also posts a picture of herself, alone, near the same big cactus. Alright, I guess that *technically* counts as giving the public some confirmation that you two know each other, but I bet Tree was mad as hell when that was their "official instagram announcement."
Then, Joe joins Taylor at the opening night of the Reputation Stadium tour in Glendale, AZ. He wore a baseball cap low to cover his face and "stay incognito" (Joe, babe, no one knows who you are...but like okay i guess, be weird about your fame that you literally wanted and signed up for). But during the song Gorgeous apparently Taylor pointed at Joe in the VIP tent, while he proudly filmed her.
Taylor travels around the country for the Reputation Stadium Tour from May-November 2018. The Rep tour is SO, SO GAY, like Jesus Christ Lesbian Jesus save us from all the rainbow and bisexual flagging!! Check my twitter thread for a full analysis of how gay the Dress performance is.
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Instead of hosting her usual big 4th of July Party at the Holiday House in RI, Toe goes on vacation to Turks & Caicos to celebrate the holiday. They call Backgrid to take a few pictures of them "frolicking" at the beach together. I'm so convinced, they're in LOVE!! Can't get enough of each other!! They totally hold hands all the time, this feels so natural and not weird at all!
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Karlie posts a few photos in a row about the 4th of July this year. First, she's in her Anti-Hero colored pajamas with her left eye closed in a wink, sitting on a few suitcases, captioned "Kissin Paris Goodbye. *kissy face emoji*"
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Then, another post on the 4th itself is of a WMAG stylized photoshoot where Karlie is a cowboy, for the Wild West with Cowboy Karlie campaign. It's captioned "Going into the 4th like *cowboy emoji* @/wmag" EXCUSE ME. "You're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love I could be the way forward only if they pay for it"
The implications of a Cowboy Like Me reference and this photo's timing has on their engagement story has me dead. I'll do a whole lyrical analysis and tie in of it soon.
And then she posts this pic of her swimming in an unidentifiable body of water. Could it be Turks & Caicos? Maybe!
Joshlie announces their engagement on July 24, 2018 while the two are on a vacation in XYZ? People Magazine reports that the proposal "took place a few weeks ago during a romantic weekend together in upstate New York." So they got engaged sometime in the beginning of July, right?
On July 10th, she posts a video of herself voguing down the runway with "This Kiki is Marvelous" playing in the background during Paris Fashion Week in September 2013. Her performance was considered one of the highlights of Paris Fashion Week. She captioned the video: Mood. @/jpgaultierofficial.
Quick question for Karlie, why do you feel the same way you felt before you went on stage for a make or break performance out of your comfort zone? You performed incredibly but it could have easily turned out very differently. Why would you be feeling like that right around the time of your engagement to Josh Kushner?
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Karlie's instagram post on July 16, 2018 captioned "bestest of weekends with my bestest of friends" included group photos and a video of her & four girlfriends from her childhood.
So she got engaged and then spent a weekend with her friends, who then commented on instagram pictures from the weekend saying "remember, there's nothing better than old friends!" Why the heck are they talking about friends so much!? She literally just got engaged to Jo- ohhh.... Oh, right, he's gay, and she's gay. Old friends. Ahhhh.
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Taylor responds to the engagement news breaking by having special guest, Haley Kiyoko aka Lesbian Jesus, join her for the Rep show at Gillette Stadium on July 27, 2018. Taylor specifically requests to sing Curious with Haley, which is a song about a lesbian woman singing to her ex-lover who is now dating a man, asking her ex if she lets him touch her the way she used to. So gay, so timely, Taylor is a petty bitch & I love her.
Do the girls back home touch you like I do? Delicate (Reputation)
The Wedding, October 18, 2018
Karlie wears her custom Dior gown and very amicably marries Joshua in someone's backyard, it looks like. Things seem perfectly pleasant, almost like watching a wedding scene featuring two actors with no sexual chemistry whatsoever.
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2019 - Every Time I Don't, I Almost Do
Lover Promo is all very gay, very loud, very comingoutlor.
ME! out now! on Lesbian visibility day, April 26, 2019.
YNTCD music video out on June 16, 2019.
The Wedding, Part Two: Cowboy Karlie and Her Cowboy, Her Man
Karlie Kloss and Joshua Kushner celebrate their wedding again with a private group of friends from June 20-23rd, 2019 in Wyoming. It's cowboy themed, for whatever reason.
This wedding into a honeymoon in Africa would have been a wonderful strategy to keep the spotlight off of Karlie in Taylor Swift's immediately impending plan to come out on June 30th, 2019. Go read @sophietv's incredible post that details the failed coming out (fuck Scooter Braun).
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2020: The Great War
January:
February: Karlie is in Paris, Taylor is advertising The Man MV (out February 27).
March: Quarantine begins March 16th & Taylor starts writing folklore almost immediately, which means that the events in folklore have already happened before COVID begins.
MORE ON THE WAY! I've got:
What happens when Karlie gets back to the US?
How does the Lover era go?
Lover social media & marketing presence
8.24.2019 - Blue
9.9.2019 - Lover in Paris performance
10.7.2019 - Sad Girl SNL
10.11.2019 - Sad Girl TinyDesk (& ring)
Continued sus social media from TSwift
Miss Americana
2020: The Great War (3.16.2020, Quarantine begins)
Lonely Millennial Woman Covered in Cat Hair
folklore
evermore
Karlie's Pregnancy
2022: Go Viral (Midnights, Red TV)
2023: Midnights, Eras, Speak Now TV, Broken Toe, 1989 TV, Kaylor Renaissance
My Predictions
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Jennie Kim x Fem Reader
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Synopsis: Y/N and Jennie's journey from trainee friends to K-pop stars culminates in a dazzling Calvin Klein photoshoot, winning fans' hearts
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Before the fame and the bright lights of the K-pop industry, there was a friendship that laid the foundation for something deeper. You and Jennie met during your early days as trainees under the same entertainment company. Drawn together by a shared passion for music and performance, you quickly became inseparable.
Despite the pressures and challenges of trainee life, you found solace in each other's company. Late-night practice sessions turned into heart-to-heart conversations, where you shared your dreams, fears, and aspirations for the future. In Jennie, you found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the highs and lows of chasing your dreams in the cutthroat world of K-pop.
As the years passed, your bond only grew stronger. You watched with pride as Jennie rose through the ranks to become a member of Blackpink, one of the most iconic girl groups in the industry. Meanwhile, you pursued your own solo career, honing your craft and making a name for yourself as a talented performer in your own right.
Through it all, your friendship with Jennie remained a constant source of support and inspiration. You celebrated each other's successes and lifted each other up during the inevitable setbacks and challenges that came with life in the spotlight. And amidst the chaos of the industry, you couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to Jennie – a spark that ignited into something more.
After two years of dancing around your feelings, you and Jennie finally took the leap and confessed your love for each other. It was a decision met with both excitement and trepidation, knowing the potential backlash that could come from being open about your relationship in an industry that often frowned upon same-sex couples.
But love, as they say, knows no bounds. And so, you and Jennie made the decision to stand together, facing whatever challenges came your way with unwavering determination and a fierce devotion to each other.
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The day of the Calvin Klein photoshoot was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. As one of the main ambassadors for the brand, Jennie was a seasoned pro when it came to posing for the camera, her confidence and poise evident in every frame. Meanwhile, you were a newcomer to the Calvin Klein family, eager to make your mark alongside your girlfriend.
As you stepped onto set, you were greeted by a flurry of activity – stylists fussing over wardrobe choices, makeup artists applying the final touches, and photographers adjusting their cameras for the perfect shot. Despite the chaos, there was an undeniable energy in the air, a sense of anticipation for the magic that was about to unfold.
Jennie was already in the midst of her solo shoot when you arrived, her signature pout and smoldering gaze captivating the camera with effortless ease. You couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, the way she seemed to command attention with every movement.
"Wow," you whispered to yourself, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "She's incredible."
Just then, Jennie caught your eye from across the room, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she struck a pose for the camera. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as she winked in your direction, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.
"Cut! That's a wrap for Jennie's solo shots," the photographer called out, signaling the end of the first part of the shoot. Jennie sauntered over to where you were standing, her confidence radiating like a halo around her.
"Hey, you," she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. "How's it going?"
You melted into her embrace, reveling in the warmth of her touch. "I'm good," you replied, your voice soft with affection. "Just a little nervous about my solo shots."
Jennie leaned back slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looked at you with a reassuring smile. "You'll be amazing, I know it," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "And besides, I'll be right here cheering you on every step of the way."
As you and Jennie took your places on set, the photographer wasted no time in getting started. The studio lights cast a warm, flattering glow over both of you, accentuating every curve and contour of your bodies as you stood side by side.
"Alright, let's start with some solo shots first," the photographer instructed, adjusting the lighting and camera settings.
Jennie flashed you a quick grin before striking a pose, her movements fluid and confident as she effortlessly switched from one position to the next. You couldn't help but admire her grace and poise, the way she seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room with just a single glance.
As you watched her, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and you knew she was up to something. Sure enough, as the photographer snapped away, capturing Jennie in all her glory, she couldn't resist throwing in a few extra flourishes – a wink here, a subtle hair flip there – all designed to make you laugh.
"Cut it out, Jennie," you chuckled, shaking your head at her antics. "You're going to distract the photographer."
Jennie just grinned in response, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she struck another pose, this time exaggeratedly dramatic. "What? I'm just giving the people what they want," she quipped, earning a chuckle from the photographer.
After a series of solo shots, it was finally time for the two of you to pose together. As the photographer directed you into position, Jennie sidled up next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours as she flashed you a conspiratorial grin.
"Ready to steal the show?" she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.
You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned in closer to her. "Always."
With that, the two of you launched into a series of playful poses, each one more adventurous than the last. From piggyback rides to playful wrestling matches, you threw yourselves into the shoot with abandon, reveling in the freedom of being able to express your love openly.
As the photographer urged you to get closer, you felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins, the thrill of being able to share this intimate moment with Jennie overwhelming your senses. With each click of the shutter, you and Jennie grew bolder, more daring in your displays of affection.
"Let's try something a little more intimate," the photographer suggested, motioning for the two of you to move closer together.
Jennie grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her. "Closer, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.
You shivered at the sensation, your heart racing as you allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Wrapping your arms around Jennie's neck, you pulled her even closer, reveling in the feel of her body pressed against yours.
"Perfect," the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you and Jennie shared a lingering gaze. In that moment, there was no one else in the world but the two of you – lost in each other's eyes, bound together by an unbreakable bond of love.
As the shoot came to an end and the final shots were captured, you and Jennie lingered on set, reluctant to let go of the intimacy that had enveloped you. It had been a day filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between, but through it all, you had stood together – united in love and unwavering in your commitment to each other.
"Thank you," you whispered to Jennie, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "For everything."
Jennie smiled, her eyes shining with love and affection. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."
As the photographer signaled for you to start your solo shots, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. The studio lights illuminated the set, casting dramatic shadows against the backdrop as you struck your first pose.
You glanced over at Jennie, who was watching you intently from the sidelines, her eyes filled with admiration and pride. With a playful smirk, you began to move, each step deliberate and purposeful as you channeled your inner confidence.
"Work it, babe!" Jennie called out, her voice filled with encouragement.
You couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth wash over you at her words. With renewed determination, you launched into a series of sexy poses, each one designed to showcase your best angles and highlight your natural beauty.
As you moved, the photographer adjusted the lighting, capturing your every movement with precision and skill. With each click of the shutter, you felt yourself growing more confident, more empowered by the knowledge that you were owning the moment.
"Beautiful!" the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you struck a particularly sultry pose. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through you at the praise, a sense of satisfaction settling over you as you basked in the spotlight.
But it wasn't just the photographer's approval that spurred you on – it was Jennie's unwavering support and encouragement that gave you the strength to push yourself further. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more confident, more radiant in your beauty.
As the shoot progressed, you found yourself growing bolder, more daring in your poses. You threw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to fully embrace the sensuality of the moment as you basked in the glow of the studio lights.
"Hot damn!" Jennie exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she watched you in awe. "You are absolutely killing it!"
You grinned at her praise, feeling a surge of pride swell within you. With renewed energy, you continued to pose, each movement fluid and graceful as you allowed yourself to fully inhabit the role of the confident, seductive soloist.
As the shoot came to an end, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you. You had conquered the camera, owning every moment with grace and style. And as you looked over at Jennie, her eyes shining with pride, you knew that you had done more than just take pictures – you had captured a moment of pure magic, a moment that would live on forever in the hearts and minds of those who witnessed it.
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After the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot were released, the response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and admiration for you and Jennie. Your fans flooded social media with comments and messages, expressing their awe at the stunning images and the undeniable chemistry between you and Jennie.
As you scrolled through the countless messages on your phone, a wide grin spread across your face. It was incredible to see the positive impact your photos had on your fans, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support.
As the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot made their way onto social media, fan accounts dedicated to you and Jennie erupted with excitement. The images of the two of you, captured in intimate and sensual poses, quickly became the talk of the town, eliciting a flurry of reactions from your devoted followers.
@JenYoursTruly: "OMG, have you seen the latest pics of Y/N and Jennie for Calvin Klein? They look absolutely stunning together! 😍 #Yennie"
@YNNation: "Y'all, I think I've died and gone to heaven after seeing those photos of Y/N and Jennie. Can you say power couple? 🔥 #Yennie"
@JennieIsQueen: "Jennie and Y/N's chemistry is off the charts! These photos are everything we never knew we needed. #Yennie"
@YNNavy: "I'm convinced that Y/N and Jennie are the eighth wonder of the world after seeing those Calvin Klein pics. My heart can't handle this level of perfection. 💖 #Yennie"
@Jeniverse: "I swear, Y/N and Jennie are trying to kill us with their hotness. Those photos are pure fire! 🔥 #Yennie"
"Wow, look at this," you said, turning to Jennie as you showed her your phone. "Our fans are going crazy over these pictures."
Jennie leaned in to get a closer look, her eyes widening in amazement as she read through the comments. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "They really love us, don't they?"
"They do," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "And can you blame them? We look pretty damn good together."
@YNNation: "Obsessed with Y/N and Jennie! They redefine couple goals with every photo and every moment they share together. #Yennie"
@Jeniverse: "Y/N and Jennie are the epitome of love and beauty. We stan this power couple forever! 💖 #Yennie"
@YJEnthusiasts: "Every time Y/N and Jennie grace us with their presence, we're reminded that true love exists. Here's to forever shipping #Yennie!"
@YJUniverse: "No words can describe the magic of Y/N and Jennie together. Their bond is unbreakable, and their love shines brighter than any star. 🌟 #Yennie"
@JenniesDarling: "Y/N and Jennie radiate love in every photo, every gesture, every smile. Their relationship is an inspiration to us all. 💕 #Yennie"
Jennie chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "We do, don't we? I'm so glad we did this shoot together."
"Me too," you said, smiling as you leaned into her touch. "It was an unforgettable experience, and I'm so grateful we got to share it."
As the two of you basked in the glow of your success, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger, your love for each other deeper than ever before. And as you looked ahead to all the adventures that lay in store, you knew that together, you could conquer anything.
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