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jckelly · 3 years

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updated intro / jack 101

Is that JACK KELLY? Wow, they do look a lot like VAN MCCANN. I hear HE is an NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who are studying AEROSPACE ENGINEERING at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be PHILOPHOBIC and INSINCERE, but on the bright side they can also be WITTY and IMAGINATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [YUNI, 21, GMT, SHE/HER]

the other two got updated intros n rat man felt left out

basics

full name: jackson noel kelly

nicknames: jack (does not answer to jackson)

date of birth: december 25, 2001

zodiac: capricorn sun, leo ascendant, sagittarius moon

nationality: dual uk and us citizenship

sexual orientation: straight but will try anything once

course: aerospace engineering

appearance

faceclaim: van mccann

voiceclaim: van mccann

ethnicity: white (english, irish)

height: 5′8 / 173cm

weight: 58kg / 127lbs

eye colour: blue

hair colour: brown

distinctive features: freckles (many), left ear pierced, scars on his wrists usually covered by long sleeves, northern english accent

clothing preferences: jack prefers to only wear black, or at a push grey, although he’s slowly improving and will Occasionally mix it up with ... navy. his style is pretty basic, usually just a sweater, jeans, and beat up black converse or doc martens depending on how emo he’s feeling. the sheffield united hoodie makes an appearance every time someone forgets precisely which uk city jack is from.

personality

overview

positive traits: witty, imaginative, perseverant, passionate

negative traits: philophobic, disloyal, insincere, callous

mbti: entp

religious beliefs: atheist

description

the first side most people see of jack is the side he wants you to see. a total asshole. it’s not an exaggeration - he’s pretty much infamous for flirting with everyone, dating anyone and as a serial cheater. he’ll actively try to worm his way into your life, and then just when you start to care, he does something to hurt you. he’s strangely persistent, probably helping him to push people even further, until they snap. there is nothing which satisfies him more than managing to wind people up to the extreme, get them to the point where they give up. adopted parents, friends, nobody is immune to this side - he even tries it on the people he genuinely cares about, as if just to see if he’ll still be able to push them away.

the second side, which most people don’t see, is that at heart jack is a kid. he’s the type of person to ask if owls have ears at 3am, or get some childlike joy out of dumb jokes. of course, this is the side nobody but a very small number of people see. and even if you do see it, it never lasts long. he keeps his true personality under wraps even amongst those he does like, and it only slips out if he’s extremely comfortable with you. otherwise, he’ll go straight back to being a sarcastic, flirty piece of shit.

biography

jackson noel kelly was born in hell on ironically christmas day to his father satan......

jack and his older half brother finn were born in sheffield, united kingdom, to a single mother. a drug addict, she was notorious among social workers for neglecting her children and as a result jack shuffled between foster homes and his mother’s home during his first ten years of life, with finn, less than four years older than him, being his primary carer even when he was back with his birth family. this cycle finally ended when jack was ten and he was permanently removed from his mother’s care, and placed in the first of a series of foster homes which didn’t last particularly long.

the thing was, jack’s remarkably good at pushing people away when he wants to, and as he got older his talents only increased. running away, wreaking havoc, insulting anyone who tried to get close and anything else he could possibly think of meant that for three years he lasted no longer than eight months in any one place. in fact, he frequently took himself back to live with his birth family until social services came to drag him out again. this lifestyle continued until he was fostered by his now adopted parents, claire and george, at thirteen.

much to jack’s dismay, no matter of hell raising would push these newest set of parents away. in fact, they seemed absolutely set on raising him as Their Son, even as his attempts to get them off his back got more and more extravagant. they removed him from his previous school, transferred him to a fancy private school, put him in therapy and tried their best to help him get through all of the issues developed through his slightly fucked up childhood.

the thing was, jack loves his mother. he still refuses to see her as being in the wrong, no matter what people tell him or what he himself recalls, in his mind he has one mother and that’s his birth mother. so he did not take kindly to attempts by his foster parents to become his “new” family, because in jack’s mind? he already had a family. and even though they were actively encouraging him to continue contact with his brother, he couldn’t help but see them as trying to replace his birth family.

jack’s fifteenth year pretty much became the year when all of these issues finally came to a head. he was adopted legally by his foster parents, who had now been fostering him for two years - which should have been a happy occasion, but for jack represented the final loss, the final betrayal to his birth mother and brother. then shortly after his fifteenth birthday his brother went to prison at eighteen for grievous bodily harm, having glassed another boy after an argument.

of course, it would later be revealed that in actuality the assault had been committed by jack. and that finn was simply covering for him. (they looked alike enough that questions were not raised, it had happened so fast.) but in the eyes of jack’s adopted parents, finn was now a dangerous offender and jack had to be protected from him. so he was then isolated from his brother, his mother had relapsed and his continuous guilt over being adopted played on his mind, culminating in a suicide attempt in march 2017.

of course, he wasn’t successful, but this was the final straw in the minds of his adopted parents. they felt jack needed a fresh start, away from the people who had defined his life prior to that point. so by his sixteenth birthday, jack had been moved to the united states to be near the family of his adopted mother, and subsequently enrolled in luxor academy.

where he continued to be a menace :))

although it did appear, for some time, that jack was showing signs of improvement. sure, he was still wreaking havoc at luxor. but at home, he had calmed, even showing signs of affection to his adopted family. until his mother overdosed suddenly and died when jack was eighteen and things started to immediately go straight downhill again.

he can’t help but blame himself, for allowing himself to be moved. for the move being his fault, if he’s being honest. and if the honesty continues, jack’s got a whole lot of other stuff to blame on himself. (see: ruining his brother’s life.) so now he’s just taking shit out on everyone to try and make them a fraction as miserable as him.

npc connections

birth fam

finn kelly / fc: jake bugg / b. may 10 1998 / taurus sun, gemini ascendant, pisces moon

finley, who also refuses to use his full name, is jack’s older brother - same mother, different father. jack thinks he’s boring because he doesn’t raise hell with every opportunity. finn calls this “being a sane person.” went to prison for jack and regrets it. pastimes include crying over murakami books and trying to look shocked when jack tells him about the newest crisis he’s having.

lauren kelly / fc: elena tonra / b. february 20 1983 - d. april 1 2020 / pisces sun, aries ascendant, leo moon

jack’s birth mother, who was still a teenager when he and finn were born. she was an on again, off again drug addict and had jack removed from her care when he was ten due to continued neglect. instilled in him a love for oasis and a hefty number of mental health issues. looked pretty much exactly like jack.

jordan taylor / fc: alex turner / b. october 12 1984 / libra sun, leo ascendant, virgo moon

jack’s birth father, who he knows little about. not for lack of trying on his father’s part, who was prevented from seeing jack as a child by his birth mother and blocked from trying to make contact by jack’s refusal to interact. he keeps trying to message jack and jack is running out of daddy issues memes to respond with. finn thinks jack should give him a chance to redeem himself. jack thinks finn should fuck off.

adopted fam

claire fielding / fc: julia roberts / b. may 12 1964 / taurus sun, cancer ascendant, leo moon

jack’s adopted mother. loves him very much and is convinced he is a sweet boy who just needs love and help. has written a memoir about adopting jack. jack is mad at her constantly. when he is not mad at her, he is embarrassed by her existence. honestly deserves better.

george fielding / fc: timothy olyphant / b. november 6, 1963 / scorpio sun, capricorn ascendant, virgo moon

is proud of jack, but very deep down underneath a strong layer of calling jack out on his bullshit. has some loud ass shouting matches with jack. also really wishes jack would sort his hair out and maybe not look like a cheap liam gallagher. jack honestly just winds him up constantly and he knows jack is doing it but goddamnit it’s so hard to not be mad at the little rat.

other

maisie adeyemi / fc: yewande biala / b. january 6, 1997 / capricorn sun, sagittarius ascendant, aries moon

finn’s fiancee. her goal in life is to try to get jack to ruin finn’s life at least 70% less often. she has yet to achieve this goal. her love language is setting finn’s phone to silent when he goes to bed to stop jack from phoning in with some sort of random crisis at four in the morning because the little shit forgot timezones exist. finn will never find out. maisie is grateful that men have no brains.

#luxorintro #abuse tw #neglect tw #drugs tw #death tw #suicide tw #depression tw

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dandaelions · 3 years

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"don't fight the feeling" album thoughts

AINT NO ONE GOT TIME FOR AN INTRO LET'S GET INTO IT

don't fight the feeling -

a) the music video: what do you do when you see an asteroid careening towards earth? GET GROOVIN ON THE FLOOR THAT'S WHAT. ok so the only thing I managed to pick up story-wise is that they're heading to exoplanet (smcu ep 2 on june 11th??) lol but that's ok because everyone just looks like they're having a good time. oooh backup dancers - haven't seen those in an exo mv before. the fancy footwork person that everyone was thinking is jongin or yixing WELL IT WAS KSOO HOLY SHEET OK MAN'S GOT SOME MOVES. did they edit yixing into the last scenes lmaoooo that made me laugh a little but I guess they tried. don't know if they're raving on or off the spaceship but whatever this is too much fun to miss out on!

b) the song: KSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHH THAT GROOVE!!! I'M NOT FIGHTING THE FEELING TRUST ME!!!

ok it's actually so hard to type because I'm just sitting here VIBING HARD!!!!!! oh my god I feel like it's been so long since I've heard a solid, feel-good dance song that hasn't been processed to hell and back. this beat is bouncier than a bounce house WOO and this tempo is FAST!! love the breakdown in the b-section with chanbaekxiu before it picks up. U GOT THAT LOVE WIT THE JUICE ok sehun I hear you! yixing is actually incorporated in here a decent amount too. OH GODDD that bridge with ksoo...I could listen to an entire album of just that (ksolo *cough*). and then baek goes CRAZAY YEAH!

paradise - oh that intro is really pretty...so nice to hear minseok again :') ok alright and then the beat drops and then I drop too because ksoo is saying "damn girl you got me" and I don't know what to do with myself...this is so flirty and fun omg. LOVE that ascending line in the pre-chorus. hmm the emphasis on funk pop and the stomp-and-clap rhythm here reminds me a little bit of "dynamite" (coincidence??). but of course, in full exo force, the last verses culminate beautifully and it's a satisfying ending. is that yixing saying "thank you"? EDIT: it’s ksoo cancel me

no matter - alright not even five seconds in and I can tell this is my favorite song on the album. the space-y effects going into that swung-out groove with those retro vibraphone-y synths YES YES YES . that slight drop with the "whoa" before the chorus hits YEAH THAT'S IT RIGHT THERE. damn that chorus is so catchy! everyone sounds really good here omg they're all in their element!! this is so much fun this is the stuff I'm talking about!! THIS IS EXO!!!

runaway - ok I was really curious about the lyrics of this song because it didn't get approved for broadcast by the censor board, but I looked them up and?? I didn't see anything crazy? maybe the original meanings in korean are 👀 but ngl I was slightly disappointed lol

EDIT: IT WAS PARADISE THAT DIDN’T GET APPROVED THAT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE

hmm ok interesting intro - a darker tone than the other songs. I don't think the chorus is doing it for me tbh. but I'd like to acknowledge OH SEHUN!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! I also do think that chanyeol should've been the focus of this song a little bit more, I think his voice fits better with this style of song as compared to the vocal textures of the other members (but that's just me). there are some really nice harmonies going on here that are fun to listen to.

just as usual - ok please tell me I'm not the only one who got biebs "love yourself" vibes from the intro...this actually ended up being a lot lighter and upbeat than what I was expecting. gosh it's just SO NICE to hear everyone deliver those vocals :') an easy-listening song that's going straight on my "chill exo" playlist!

overall - sometimes all you really need is five songs to make a point. and the point here is that despite all the turmoil over the past nine years and especially since their last album release, what you have here is a top-notch group who are top-notch because of what they can do and what they can deliver. NOTHING will erase that. and I'm so proud to be sitting here as a fan this morning thinking about where exo has come from, where they are now, and where they will go next. and in the meantime, I'm gonna jam to this mini :)

#album thoughts

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non-stop-imagines · 4 years

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Party-Get Together-Thing (Request)*

Request from @twistedcharismaaa: Hi 🥰💕! I loveeeeeeee your stories 😩. So so much. I was wondering if you could write Peter Parker maybe a little older? Like 19-22? With the prompt “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?”. Pleaseeeee tag me 🙏🏾✨

Prompts used (from Drabble List #2): #67: “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?”, #20: “Shhh, they’ll hear us.”, #21: “Why are you laughing?”, #76: “You wear glasses?”, #86: “Where the hell did you learn to do that?!”

Pairing: 20+Peter Parker x 20+Black!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, but I promise it's cute, it's fun, it flirty, and it's primarily SMUT, I ain't gon lie to ya

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: So I'm just preparing y'all now, I was not expecting whatever this turned out to be.🤣 @twistedcharismaaa I hope I did your request justice and would like to thank you sooooo much for your patience. This was honestly extremely fun to write because it's been a looonnngg while since I have written smut and it feels good. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Love you allllllllll!!!!💖💛💖💛💖💛💖

UNIVERSAL TAGS LIST: @beautifulwisdom2001 @iamzion-therealhabesha @thottio @jetaimeamore @mixedfandxms @here-for-your-bullshit

Remember requests are open! It can be a specific prompt or from the Drabble Request list linked in the bio! Just ask to be on a tags list (or all tags lists)!

Masterlist

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Saturday, 12:00 p.m. in the middle of June. What else would practically a floor of young twenty-somethings do except fill they’re idle time with some fun. A little drinking, a little smoking, the great possibility of hooking up with the cute, seemingly shy brunette boy that lives in the apartment 3 doors down from you. The one that waves at you when you pass by, even if he seems to be struggling with two handfuls of groceries. Thoughts move through your head as you move around your studio apartment, picking up stray clothes and tossing them in the hamper, unsure and uncaring of whether or not they have been worn within the past week. You pick up your phone and re-read the text from your neighbors, thinking about the consequences of the proposed idea.

Chilli 🔥🥵💃🏿🌶️:

Party, our place. 9:00. Your only job is to invite Peter. Your ONLY job. Don't fuck it up💅🏿.

Beth🤪💁‍♀️🌺🌟:

And, a couple bottles of cheap, high alcohol content liquor would be great too 🤪🤪

Peter. And cheap liquor. The two most simple tasks and yet it feels like you were just told to scale Mount Everest in 2 hours with no oxygen mask. You sigh and flip your long faux locs to one side of your head, staring straight at your reflection in the oval mirror that hung on your wall, gold paint chipping off.

“Hey, Peter. Party tonight at Chilli’s and Beth’s place. Make sure you come through.” You facepalm yourself and reset, pulling part of your hair back into a half-up ponytail style, hoping the change in visual will help. “Peter! Hey! How’s it going? Uh- my neighbors are throwing a party. Yeah you know those two crazy gals…” You stop in your track and let go of your hair, then flop down onto the beaten-up teal couch that sat underneath the mirror. Why was this so hard? He was the last person that you would expect to be nervous to talk to and yet here you were, contemplating whether or not you’ll even decide to leave your apartment for the rest of the day. That was until your stomach growled prompting you to stand from your couch, grab a hoodie to cover your upper body that was clad in a horrible DIY cropped cami. You pull on some slip on Vans, grab your wallet and keys that sat on the table next to your door and head out to your favorite lunch spot: a Greeks food cart with gyros that would make you murder a bitch. You pull out your phone from your hoodie pocket and begin to type out a short “Sorry I can’t make it to the party because I’m a little nervous bitch” text when in the middle of typing you bump into none other than the Peter Parker, the boy that had you prepared to become a hermit before even thinking of speaking to him. You look up to his eyes, not having to shift your line of sight too much since it was only a slight height difference, but still enough to make you feel sort of small under his gaze.

“Woah. Where are you running off too?” He finishes unlocking his front door and opens it but stops to turn to you, adjusting his backpack strap and then rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes were large and doe-like as his expression of shock stayed plastered on his face.

“Oh, uh, lunch. You know how it is.” You wave your hand still containing your phone around before quickly tucking it away then pushing a loc back behind your ear and beginning to annoyingly, or what you felt was annoying, play with the gold cuff that surrounded that specific loc.

“Oh yeah. I’m actually about to make myself some lunch too…” He points his thumb into his currently empty apartment, making curiosity consume you and forcing part of your gaze into the more than slightly disheveled apartment.

“Cool.” You place your attention back onto Peter and put your hands in you hoodie pocket, fiddling with your keys, your wallet, anything your fingers could find to calm you down. “I was just going down to that gyro cart a couple blocks down. I was craving one and once I start craving something, I NEED to have it, ya know...” You chuckle and look down at your shoes, widening your eyes for a moment at the insanity that were the words that left your mouth seconds ago.

“Well, don’t let me get in your way. I’ll see you later.” He begins to walk into his apartment but you stop him in his tracks, tapping his shoulder and quickly calling his name.

“Uh, are you doing anything tonight? Because my neighbors- you know Bethany and Chelsey, they live in 230? They are throwing some party-get together thing and just wanted to know if you could make it? There will be music and alcohol if that sounds fun to you.” You end your request with a slightly awkward smile that you only give someone that you’re trying to convince.

“That does sound pretty fun. What time- or does it matter?” He turns back around to you, trying to smoothly lean against his door frame, but greatly misjudging his distance and giving himself a small visible heart attack.

“It starts at 9, but I guess that’ll be more set up so show up closer to 11 just to be sure.” You laugh, calming down when you begin to feel the nervousness radiate from him.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll see you there?” He asks you as you being to walk to the elevator, pressing the button to go down.

“Of course! Who do you think is bringing the good alcohol?” The elevator doors open and you step in then turn back to Peter, opening your hands to him while keeping them in your pocket as the elevator door closes.

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You adjust your dress in the full length mirror that hung on your bathroom door, glad that you jumped on that 40% off sale on Fashion Nova last week. It was a short, satin spaghetti strap dress that was a beautiful powder blue and simultaneously hugged and hung off your body beautifully. You bend down and tighten the straps on your simple silver heels, your cutest but possibly most uncomfortable pairs of heels in your closet but you didn't mind because you knew right as you stepped through the threshold of your two neighbors apartment they were coming off. You sway over to the hanging oval mirror and admire your make-up, impressed with the job well done on your matching light blue eyeshadow artistry. Since the party was only next door you decided it was best for you to only bring your apartment keys, phone, and 3 bottles of liquor with you since anything else you would have needed was less than 30 seconds away. You take one last deep breath and one last once over of your reflection in the mirror, then head out your door, moving to the music that flowed out of the one bedroom next door.

“I knew we could trust you with the good stuff!” Chilli yells when she sees you walk through the door, time now almost 10:30. She was a pretty tall, 5’9”ish, brown skin that could rock a clown wig if she wanted to and eyes to die for. Barely ten seconds later, Beth, a short, about 5 '3'', fiesty girl with dirty blonde hair pokes her head from the bathroom, eyebrows just finished but still fully dressed in a black, strapless crop top and pink skirt and shoeless.

“I knew she could do it. Now lets just see if she followed through with the boo-thing situation.” She pops back into the bathroom to finish her make-up.

“Please, for the love of GOD, stop saying boo-thing.” Chilli takes the bottles from your arms and places them on the counter, currently covered with several other versions of alcohol and snacks that are commonly requested when a group of twenty year olds get together. You pick a bag of gushers from one of the bowls and flop down onto the still pulled out bed, quickly undoing and pulling off your shoes. “Don’t think I won’t say anything out white boy down the hall. Did you talk to him?” She picks up the blankets that covered the floor of their apartment and placed them in the whittled basket you remember her buying at a thrift store a couple of weeks ago.

“Yes, I did. After bumping into him, of course.” You pop a gusher in your mouth and lift your legs onto the bed allowing Chilli to straighten out the rug that sat beneath your feet. “After a bit of small talk I told him about the party-get together thing and he said he would come so, ha.” You stop your friend from moving for a second and swiftly pull the sticker tag that layed along her right buttcheek. The pants were regular black jeans that fit her perfectly and were a perfect complement to the pink stain crop that she had on.

“Well, good. Phase 1 done. Now for phase 2.” She turns around and crosses her arms, raising her eyebrow which pulls your attention to her sparkly and aesthetically pleasing eyeshadow. You stop your hand before placing a finger full of 3-4 gushers into your mouth, confused as to what this “Phase 2” entailed.

“Uh- what exactly is Phas-” Before you finished your words, Bethany come sauntering out from the bathroom, make-up pretty much finished but still a brush in hand. Almost as if they rehearsed this moment, they each grab you by a hand and begin to sway with you, matching the tempo of The Weekend by SZA playing in the background.

“You are gonna get dicked down.” Bethany sings and turns you around, giving you fully to Chilli who does a mediocre cha-cha with you.

“Because you need that more than a girl’s night Netflix binge right now...” Chilli sings, finally letting you go, allowing you to plop back down on the bed.

“Why am I not surprised by you two? Always thinking witcho pussy.” You finally place your much needed gushers into your mouth and roll your eyes.

“Because, darling, pussy rules the world. I don't make the rules, just simply follow them.” Chilli states with her best British accent then quickly turns on the charm when she hears the first group of guests knock on the door frame.

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11:30. You look at the door again, smiling at the familiar faces that file in but stay seated at the counter, slowly sipping on the beginning of your third concoction of blue raspberry vodka and lemonade, an original of yours. You look down at your phone for something, anything to tell you that the boy that you should not be all hung up about did not just appease you earlier today. Right as you were about to head back to your apartment for a moment you receive a tap on your shoulder, making you slowly turn around to see the owner of the hand, obviously surprised to see Peter, wavy hair tossed around as if he just finished getting ready a minute ago in a plain white t-shirt and black dress pants with a belt equipped with a gold belt buckle. You weren’t surprised that such a simple outfit on this boy had you trembling at the knees, but the cute smile he gave you as he looked you up and down had you pooling where you sat.

“Sorry I’m so late. I realized too late that I had no idea what to wear.” His words mixed with your slight intoxication had you laughing a bit more than necessary, but that didn’t bother Peter one bit.

“Well, you know how to improvise under pressure, don’t you, Parker?” The flirtatious inclination in your voice caught Peter off guard but not too off guard to quickly follow you to a part of the kitchen with a couple of stacks of shot glasses. You take two from the bottom of one of the stacks and fill them with the Crown that sat near the stacks. You hand one to him and smoothly lean against the counter, raising your glass to him. “To the promise of a very fun night.” You two toast the first of what will be half a dozen shots between you two and down the liquid, wincing at the burn then pulling him to the middle of the living room to dance in the midst of some already too drunk young adults knocked out on the couch.

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As predicted, six shots for you and six shots for Peter was enough to have you dragging him back to your place, lips locked and stumbling to your locked door. Your groan and turn around to the door, removing your key from the top of your dress as you allow Peter to continue to push past your faux locs to suck harder on your neck. After a couple of moans, you finally are able to push past your door into your place, drop your keys on to the table next to your door, and blindly move to your couch. You push him down onto the teal fabric and immediately straddle him cupping his face with your ring covered fingers as you pull him further into an exceedingly heated kiss. You feel his fingers tickle up your sides, slowly pushing your dress up above your hips to your waist, the movement becoming more and more unbearable the higher his fingers go. You couldn't help but push away and begin to crack up, earning the most confused puppy dog face you have ever received from him, only making you laugh even more.

“Uh, why are you laughing?” He continues to run his fingers up and down your exposed flesh, but you quickly place your hands on top of his, stopping the movement and slowing your laugh.

“You’re tickling me. I am unfortunately very ticklish on my sides.” You help Peter out by pulling your entire dress over your head, letting your unrestrained boobs pop as you finish pulling the dress above your head, having slight trouble when you reached your hair, but giving Peter a show as he runs his eyes down from your brown breasts with perfectly dark nipples to the black thong that hugged your hips. You throw the dress to the floor and finally rest your eyes back on Peter’s face, guiding his sight back to your eyes and giving him a confident smirk. “Liking what you see, huh?” He just says nothing and goes back in for another round of making out, his hands continuously making their way to your ass but slowly moving back up. You start to buck your hips on his lap, smirking into the kiss when you feel him grow underneath you. While keeping your lips glued together, you stand from his lap, guiding him over to your bed and slowly sitting down, breaking the kiss but not breaking eye contact as you go to undo his belt. The pace seemed to be excruciatingly slow for him because after a few seconds of letting you kiss down his “V Line” as you slowly undid his pants he pushes your hands away from his waist and quickly undoes his own belt, clumsily stepping out of each pant leg. You hold in your laughter at his goofy franticness but let a small grin grow on your face, breaking some of the sexual tension by making Peter laugh when he looks back up at you.

“What now?” He chuckles, pulling his shirt over his head, giving you a great visual of his surprisingly well developed muscles. Your eyes trail down his chest slowly, making you absentmindedly lick at your still surprisingly well glossed lips as you continued to look down his abdomen.

“Nothing, just loving the enthusiasm.” You grin up at him, watching as he hovers closer and closer to your face, kissing you again as he tugs down your thong, humming a response into your mouth. His kisses continue but start to move down your body, some extra attention ensuing when he reaches your breast, catching your right nipple in his mouth. He begins to suck and swirl his tongue around the nub and sneaks a look at your face, eyes closed arching your back into the feeling. He continues down your body, finally reaching your inner thigh, the closeness enough to have a groan drip from your lips. You feel Peter smile as he kisses up toward your pussy, but his now gradual ascent makes you perch up onto your elbows.

“Yeess…?” He raises his eyebrow as he looks up at you, continuing to kiss up your thigh.

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering where that haste you had a few moments ago went, that’s all.” You giggle, brushing his hair back from his face so you could have a full view of his sultry and and teasing gaze.

“Ohh. Oh, you mean this?” Right after he accepts your challenge, he dive right into you, sucking hard on your clit and licking streaks up your slit. The sudden onset of pleasure makes you let out a shriek, which makes Peter quickly stick his middle and ring finger from his unoccupied hand into your mouth which you instantly begin to suck on. “Shhh, they’ll hear us.” The tone of the words that seemed to drip from his mouth earned a complying hum from you as you nodded and looked into his eyes. He just smiles and continues on you, sticking two fingers into you, curling them and pumping them in and out slowly as his tongue continues to focus on your clit. His hum of satisfaction that he lets out against you runs a vibration through you, bringing you closer to a finish. Your moans on his fingers increase in volume before you lean back onto your bed, no sound able to escape your mouth due to the intense feeling of pleasure coursing through your body. Peter quickly catches on to just how good he was making you feel and stops in his track, keeping his laugh to a chuckle as he watches you squirm from the sudden loss of contact. “Can’t let you have all the fun.” He quickly shimmies out of his underwear and jumps next to you into bed, gently kissing behind your ear as you come down from your attempted climax.

“Fuck, where the hell did you learn to do that?!” You moan, leaning into his lips as they trail back down your neck. You feel his dick rub against your thigh, coming dangerously close to your pussy which clears your mind up a bit, making you push him away and look up toward your nightstand. “Go on. Pick your favorite. They’re newly stocked.” You smile up at his hovering naked frame before watching him roll off of you and crawl up to the nightstand drawer, opening it and pulling a condom from the still closed box. You wait for what seems to be a moment too long, occupying the ache between your legs by supplying friction from your thighs.

“So, you wear glasses?” Peter coos, circling your glasses in one hand as he sits up next to you. “You know what, I just realized I have never seen you in your glasses.”

“Because,” You reach for your glasses but groan when he pulls them away. “I just prefer to wear my contacts, that’s all.” Peter gives in and lets you have your glasses, but soon after a mischievous look plasters on his face.

“Model them for me. Please?” He goes back to kissing down your neck, knowing that of all the gestures he has tried tonight, this will get you naked in front of him modeling your glasses in no time, and boy did it work.

“Fine, fine. I just need to go take out my contacts.” You giggle then saunter into your bathroom loving the feeling of knowing exactly where his eyes were. Less than a minute later you were there, standing at the foot of your bed, glasses on as his hands began to roam your body again, slowly pulling you onto him, making you straddle his now protected dick.

“Oh, this was a great idea.” He pulls your face down to his, gently moving the faux locs that fell into his face to the side. Your hand begins to have a mind of its own as you lead his dick to your pussy, positioning it at your slit and letting your hips do the rest of the entering. All that comes from Peter’s mouth after this was a weak “Oh my,” before he grabs your hips and helps your hips move up and down his dick. You lean back down to his face, sticking your tongue into his mouth, fighting for as much dominance as possible as his surprisingly large size moves in and out of you, supplying the much needed and severely missed pleasure you were feeling minutes ago. You two stay in this position for a moment, reveling in the pleasure that you both were feeling before Peter rolls you two over, grabbing your right thigh and bringing it up to his shoulder. For a moment your reach up to cover your upper body, the new position making you feel oddly vulnerable, but Peter quickly senses your mood shift, slows down his thrust, and lowers his forehead to meet yours. “You okay? You need me to stop? I can-” You shake your head and kiss his concerned puckered lips, instantly feeling more comfortable.

“Please do not stop! That is all I am asking from you now is to please not stop!” Your words come out more as a grunt, letting a loud groan come from your lips as Peter quickened his pace again.

“Yes ma’am.” As his pace increases, the movement of his hips become sloppier, which you thank your lucky stars for because you would not be able to handle much more before reaching your hilt.

“Parker, I’m gonna cum,” You moan out, clawing at Peter’s back as he leans onto you more and more, movements becoming increasingly free.

“Me and you both. Fuuuu…” And after a few more thrusts his hips slow to a stop with you writhing from your climax beneath him. After you two take a moment to catch your breath you slowly move up to where your pillows were, recooperating from the incredibly fun sex you just had as Peter rolls the condom off of himself and tosses it to the trash can by the table at your door. He joins you underneath your blankets, turning to face you and giving you the sweetest kiss you have ever received then pulls back to simply look into your deep brown eyes.

“That was a… well, fun.” You giggle, kissing Peter again then laying your head on his chest, letting him run his hands over your hair, feeling a sense of ease when he stops to focus on certain locs that catch his attention.

“I don’t think you understand the number of times I have thought of that moment.” Peter’s playfully crude remark earns him a light slap on the chest but your hand placement left you defenseless for when he pulls you back into his chest, letting the silence that falls over you two and the sounds of light breathing rock you both to sleep.

____

You awaken slightly from the deep slumber that overtook you and Peter hours ago, and after taking a second to gather your wits you look over to your alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:23 a.m. You groan at the small headache that ensues after you turn over to your stomach and reach up to feel your unwrapped and slightly disheveled hair. You gently rock Peter until some movement comes from him, decreasing the strength of your push as he comes to, but still rocking him as you speak to him.

“Hey. Hi. It’s two a.m., why are you still next to me?” Peter grabs the hand that was doing the rocking and pulls you back into him, lightly feeling your hair before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, I guess that means I did something right because you didn’t kick me out after, so…” He shrugs and smiles down at your placement on his chest.

“I mean… you’re ight. Enough for me to let you stay over or wateva.” You front your real reaction about last night, smiling at the way his chest moves when he laughs. “I guess you can stay for a while longer, but it’ll cost you.” These words had Peter on top of you in no time flat, that familiar mischievous smile gracing his face again.

“I knew you couldn’t get enough of me.” He bends down and takes your lips into a heated kiss, but before anything continues you push him back, staring seriously into his eyes.

“Also any and all questions from Chilli and Beth will be rebounded to you because I cannot deal with those two today-” As you finish your words Peter dives back into you, peppering kisses along your favorite spot on your neck.

“Fine, its only fair.” and with that his head disappears underneath your blanket, and you were already raring for round two.

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Business Trip - Pt 14: Temptation

When you awaken later that night, it takes you a few moments to determine whether the soft, slim body climbing atop you is real or part of some wonderful dream - but the warmth of the young woman, and the soft, pleasant smell of her hair, convinces you that this was all real.

Sana places soft kisses on your neck and jawline, before moving to your mouth and kissing your lips softly. You are still only half awake, but your senses and instincts take over, and you find your mouth welcoming her kiss and returning it with one of your own, your hands moving to either side of her hips and finding, to your surprise, that there was only bare skin there and no clothing.

“Sana…” you begin, as she deepens her kiss, her lips pressing more firmly against yours.

“Shhh,” she answers, “please. I need this. I need you, right now. Please.”

The soaring glass walls and abundance of brushed steel and marble lent the SM head office building an intimidating aura. It was modern, yes, and likely cost a fortune to build, but it lacked warmth and personality. This was a building that was the workplace of the rich, powerful, and successful - it seemed fitting that they built a building to match their personality. These people didn’t get where they were by being nice.

You much preferred to meet at a coffee shop somewhere, or perhaps even a park or other open space - somewhere neutral. Sana told you that the response she got from Irene was the address for SM’s head office. It was enemy ground or nowhere at all, it seemed.

You take another glance at your watch, which had moved… twenty four seconds since you last glanced at it. It was now 4:17, a full hour and seventeen minutes after your supposed appointment time.

She was making you wait.

The receptionist, seated at an expensive looking desk to your right, continued to type away dutifully. What the hell was she doing that required her to be typing non-stop since you first got here?

At least she was pleasant to look at, with her cute, round face and pleasantly sculpted, small features. You’d have guessed she was around Momo’s age, or maybe a little younger. The small nameplate on her desk told you her name was “Joy” - clearly not a Korean name. Was that her codename, like Sana said everyone in this department had? The whole concept was silly. What kind of business gave its employees codenames, aside from the military or some spy agency?

Joy’s typing suddenly stops, her eyes snapping to the corner of her monitor where you assumed a notification had appeared. She shows no further emotion as she stands and gestures towards the door to her right. No words leave her mouth. Just a gesture, and a blank, unreadable look. Nothing more.

This place was creeping you out already.

You stand and button your suit jacket as you mentally prepare yourself for the confrontation to come. Taking a last glance at your watch and shooting Joy a look to ensure she caught on to your displeasure at the lateness of your appointment, you walk towards the door. If Joy even noticed your displeasure, she made no outward sign of it.

The brushed steel door is heavy, and took more effort that you were expecting to push open. Yet another thing about this building that made you feel uncomfortable. It was too clean, too neat, too heavy and imposing. This was a place that belonged in a science fiction dystopia.

The room beyond - what you’d assumed was Irene’s office - matched the rest of the building in decor. It was large, far larger than any one person needed his or her office to be, but that in itself exuded a sort of power. Even here in Seoul, where space was scarce, this company could devote what surely must have been almost a thousand square feet to a single employee.

It said almost as much about the woman you found standing at the end of the spacious office, her back to you as she gazed out at Seoul’s skyline through the floor to ceiling windows that lined the two corners of her office. She must be a woman of some power and influence to command such a workspace.

One other woman is in the room - she is sitting leisurely in one of two leather chairs in front of an imposing looking desk. The chairs are the type that sacrifice comfort for minimalist style. Not that the woman looked uncomfortable, leaning back into the seat, her long, smooth legs laid bare by her short black dress.

The seated woman locks eyes with you and makes no attempt to hide the head to toe scan she gives you. A small smirk appears on her lips, and you wonder what it might mean. She is pretty, as every female you’d encountered in this building was - but there was a sense of mischief in her features and especially in her smirk that both interested you and scared you.

“Sit down,” she says, in perfect English. Whoever she was, she must have spent some time overseas, or at least had a damn good language teacher.

You let a snort of air out of your nose, ensuring that it was loud enough for both women to hear. It wouldn’t behoove you to display weakness simply by doing whatever these women ordered you to do. You were here to get a measure of your opponent, not show them an easy target.

You stride, as casually as you can, over to the seat.

“You take your damn time with your appointments,” you say to the woman standing at the window - the one you assumed was Irene.

The seated woman speaks in Korean to the standing woman - so that’s who she was; the translator.

The standing woman lets out a snort of her own before saying something under her breath in Korean. Her comment draws a small giggle from the seated girl, but she doesn’t bother translating it.

“My name is Wendy,” she says, “and I am Irene’s director of operations. And since you don’t speak our language, I guess I’ll be the translator for this afternoon as well.”

“You can tell Irene I don’t appreciate being made to wait.”

Wendy doesn’t bother translating. By your tone alone Irene must have understood what you said.

Finally, Irene turns around to face you - and you are struck, for a moment, by her beauty.

She is beautiful in the way that Mina was beautiful; elegant, sophisticated, the kind of young woman one would find at an art museum, or taking in a show at the theatre. The kind of young woman who seemed to exist at a level above the average girl you’d find on the street. She was ethereal, royal - princess-like.

Irene says something in Korean. A moment later, Wendy translates.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m here to ask you why the hell you tried to attack our company by hiring our ex-employee to sabotage our product launch by stealing our data.”

Wendy translates. When she hears what you have said, Irene lets a sly smile appear on her lips. Somewhere in your subconscious you are struck by her beauty, but you do your best to hide it. Irene responds in Korean.

“Your accusation is bold, but pointless without proof.”

You were expecting this. You reach into your suit jacket pocket and grasp a small USB drive that you then toss to Wendy. She catches it with one hand, her gaze never leaving yours.

“That’s proof.”

There was no need to explain what was on the stick. Everyone in the room knew.

Irene speaks again.

“So what if you have proof? What makes you think people will care?” Wendy says, her tone capturing the same arrogance you detected in Irene’s voice.

“We could leak this out to the public. Ruin your reputation. On top of that, we have two of your ex-employees that are willing to speak out against you.”

“Ah yes, the two turncoats,” Wendy says, “What were their names? Chou Tzuyu and Minatozaki Sana?”

At the mention of the two names Irene makes a comment in Korean. Wendy appears to agree, replying to her in the same language and adding a giggle that Irene shares.

“What’s so funny?”

“We were just wondering,” Wendy says, “if you’ve fucked both of those whores yet.”

“You little son of a b-”

You are silenced by Irene raising her hand in the air. She says something in Korean with a distinctly disdainful tone, and Wendy’s smirk deepens as she translates.

“We don’t care about Tzuyu or Sana. Hire them and have them speak out against us, fuck them and ditch them, we don’t give a shit. They’ve served their purpose.”

“And what purpose is that?”

“Showing us who’s really in charge,” Wendy continues, “and apparently it’s you. Now we know who you are. Now we know who our opponent is.”

“That goes both ways,” you say, your glare resting on Irene.

The woman gives you another look from head to toe, similar to the one Wendy gave you as you entered the room. She bites the corner of her lower lip - such a small, almost imperceptible gesture - and you think maybe she wanted you to see it. When she speaks again, her tone is soft, almost flirty.

Wendy smiles as she hears what Irene has to say, a devilish look on her young features.

“Irene says it’s a shame we have to be enemies. Things would be much more interesting if we were partners.”

“There’s no way in hell I’d work with the likes of you,” you spit immediately. Wendy translates for Irene with just a few words, although you know your tone probably told Irene what you said without need for translation.

There is a pause in the room that lasts just a few seconds, but they are heavy and tense seconds of silence.

Eventually Irene walks over to her desk and presses a button that appears to be built into the surface of it. She says something in Korean, and though you didn’t understand any of it, you sure caught the name ‘Joy’.

A second or two later, the door to the office opens and in walks Joy, the receptionist. You take a moment to admire her long, thin legs and slim body, her black minidress - apparently the uniform around here - doing little to hide the delicious looking curves beneath it.

When she approaches the three of you, Joy says something in Korean that might have been a greeting, or something, before giving Irene a short bow.

“You may want to sit down for this,” Wendy says.

“I’d rather not,” you answer, “I think we’re done here.”

“I don’t think we are,” Wendy declares.

You are about to ask her what she means when Irene begins speaking to Joy in Korean, ending her sentence with a gesture towards you.

When you turn towards Joy again, the young woman is reaching behind her, and the sound of a zipper undoing itself is all you need to hear to understand what was going on here. You mean to say something, to tell her to stop, but you are enraptured by the young woman’s eyes as she slowly finishes unzipping her dress. With thin, delicate hands, she pulls the top of the dress off her torso, and with a little shimmy of her hips, lets the black dress fall to the floor.

Joy steps out of the silk pooled at her feet, the click-clack of her black heels on the hard floor sounding almost impossibly loud in the silent room. Her body is almost impossibly perfect, her limbs toned, her breasts perfectly round and pert. Her eyes are heavy now, heavy with lust and sultry with desire. Gone was the cold and aloof receptionist - this was a woman who knew what she was about to do, and her every gesture implied to you that she was good at it.

When Joy reaches you, her hands immediately go to the belt at your waist.

“Stop right fucking there,” you say, grasping Joy’s wrists and pushing them away, “what the fuck is going on here?”

“We’ve heard of your exploits with women in this industry,” Wendy begins, “and we wanted to see if the stories about your prowess were true.”

“I’m here to talk about what you did in Taiwan,” you retort, “not give you some sick sex show.”

Wendy laughs before answering, “That’s rich. As if business has ever stopped you from fucking any of the other women you’ve had over the past few years. Minatozaki Sana, Park Choa, Kim Seolhyun, Miyoui Mina, even Chou Tzuyu… she’s just barely legal, isn’t she?”

“Fuck off,” you say angrily, shooting Irene one last look before turning away, “this isn’t over.”

“How could we forget,” Wendy continues as you begin to storm out of the room, “about Hirai Momo?”

Momo’s name stops you in your tracks. If they did anything to her…

“She’s gorgeous,” Wendy admits, “and if I were you I’d be fucking her too. Tell me, did she spread her legs for you immediately or did you have to buy her a drink first?”

You storm over to Wendy’s seat. You grasp the arms of her chair and lean in until your faces are inches apart.

“Say that again, you bitch. Say it again and see if I don’t do anything about it.”

“Enough,” you hear, and it takes you a moment to realize the English word has come from Irene. Inches away from you, a cocky smile is plastered all over Wendy’s face, infuriating you to no end.

Irene speaks again in Korean, and Wendy translates, her eyes not once leaving yours. She didn't even blink. There is a craziness in her eyes that has overtaken the mischeviousness that was present there before.

“Irene has an offer for you. Join SM. We could use someone like you around here,” she begins.

Irene says something in Korean.

“...and you can have Joy as a fucktoy for you to use whenever you want, to make up for all that tail you’re leaving behind at JYP,” Wendy finishes. As she does so she brings her mouth to your ear.

“Although I might want a turn too, big boy.”

That was the last straw for you. You had to leave now, lest you lose control of your anger.

“You’re all messed up, all of you,” you say, backing away from Wendy and glaring angrily at Irene, “We’re done here.”

“What makes you think we are? We’re done when we say we’re done,” Wendy spits. You are about to rebuke her when Irene speaks again in Korean. It was hard to miss Sana’s name amidst the Korean.

“It would be a shame if Minatozaki Sana’s exploits and her role in illegal theft of data were to reach the police,” Wendy says.

You are frozen by the implications of Irene’s threat.

“You leave her out of this,” you state, “she’s back with JYP now. She’s done with you.”

“Is that so? We’ve been in contact with her this whole time. Can you ever really be sure of her loyalty, ever again?”

Irene takes a few steps towards you, speaking in Korean as she does so.

“We could demolish her career. And not only that - she could spend a lot of time in jail. With what we know about her, we could ruin her.”

“You’d throw your own person under the bus like that?”

“In a heartbeat,” Wendy answers. You are acutely aware of Joy approaching you from your left. Her left hand reaches for your belt buckle again, and this time you don’t stop her.

“Fuck this girl’s brains out,” Wendy says, every word now freighted with lust, “make her cum. If she does, maybe we forget about Minatozaki Sana. Maybe we let her go.”

“You people are sick,” you state, even as Joy succeeds in unbuckling your belt, and her slim fingers are slowly drawing down the zipper of your pants, even as she removes the suit jacket from your torso with her other hand, letting the garment fall to the floor.

“Shut up, big boy. Maybe you’ll enjoy it.”

Joy turns to face you, her cute features inches away from yours, her eyes half-lidded with lust and desire and need. A sly smile perks up the corner of her mouth. She was certainly willing - there was no doubt about that.

Her fingers find themselves inside the waistband of your boxers, and her palm quickly wraps itself around your quickly hardening shaft. She gives you one, two, three soft strokes, and before you know it your eyes have shut as pleasure begins to emanate from your crotch.

“Fuck her,” Wendy starts, “and we’ll leave Sana alone.”

You are seconds away from giving in, and as Joy brings her mouth to your neck and plants a soft kiss there, you can almost feel the last remnants of your resistance crack before -

“No,” you state with all the conviction you could muster, “This isn’t right.”

You grasp Joy’s wrist, still pumping your shaft, and rip it off your crotch before quickly re-zipping and buttoning your pants.

“You’re all sick, all of you, for even trying something like this.”

Your statements draw nothing but a sly grin from Wendy and Irene, as if they both knew this was coming and were amused by it all.

Wendy rises from her seat and struts over to you, that infuriating grin still on her lips. She draws a business card from the inner pocket of the short black blazer she is wearing and places it in your pants pocket.

“You have one week to think about it. If you want to join us, give us a call, and we’ll make it worth your while. I know it’ll hurt to give up pieces of ass like Momo and Seolhyun, but I assure you we’ll make it up to you. She’s just the start,” she finishes with a nod towards Joy.

You return Wendy’s smirk with a glare before shooting one at Irene, who still has that slick, sly grin on her lips, as though she were above it all, watching puppets dance on a stage. She reminded you again of Mina’s elegance, but with a ruthless, callous edge to it that frightened you.

You turn to leave, to find that Joy has picked up your suit blazer and is holding it up for you. You are a little surprised to find a little bit of shame and regret and another emotion you cannot name in her eyes. She seemed entirely willing and even enthusiastic about carrying out her superiors’ orders to have sex with a man she didn’t even know - how much of it was her wanting to please her bosses, and how much of it was consensual?

You didn’t care, not at the moment - your only focus was on storming out of the building.

---

You could trace the exact moment Minatozaki Sana’s world shattered. When you met her the next day after your flight back home, she still carried that air of defiance she had been holding since the events in Taiwan, but as you played back the conversation with Wendy and Irene that you had recorded with a listening device hidden in your suit jacket, her defiant air slowly began to crumble.

You reach forward and press stop on the digital recorder. To say that Sana looked shaken by what she had just heard was an understatement.

“They are ready and willing to completely throw you under the bus,” you say, “and if they go to the police or leak info about what you did in Taiwan, it could lead to the police prosecuting you for intellectual property theft, not to mention breaking into a secure server and any one of any number of invasion charges.”

“...Why,” Sana mumbles, the small word seemingly all she could say.

“I don’t know. They want to get me to join them. I guess they expect that if I do, I’ll bring along all of JYP’s inner secrets and help them build up that section of their company. That’ll also disrupt JYP’s foothold in the industry. At the very least, by throwing this threat at me they can disrupt our operations for the near future while we figure out how to deal with it. They gain, JYP loses.”

“What… what will you do?”

“I don’t know,” you answer truthfully, “but I’ll figure something out. I just thought you should know what’s going on here. Tomorrow at work we’ll reconvene with everyone and figure out a plan.”

Sana still seems shaken. You reach over with a palm and grasp the back of her left hand.

“You’ll be okay, Sana. I won’t let them do anything to you.”

Sana looks up at you with her large, expressive eyes. Tears have begun to well up.

“Why? Why are you helping me, after I just tried my hardest to ruin you?”

You take a moment to compose your response. The hurt of her betrayal still lingered somewhat, but it was overcome by the memories and genuine affection you had for her.

“Because it’s the right thing to do. I told you I’d give you a second chance and that I would protect you, and that’s what I’m doing. Besides,” you add, “you still have that blue hoodie I gave you in Tokyo, and I want it back someday.”

You grin sheepishly at the young woman, and you earn a soft giggle in response.

“It’s getting late, so you should stay here. It’s been a long flight and I’m wiped. You’ll have to ignore the complete mess in the guest room.”

Sana manages a weak smile, and you are heartened to find a little bit of color returning to her face.

“Thank you,” she says softly, trying her best to smile for you.

“Oyasumi,” you answer, before leaning forward and kissing her on the forehead and heading to your own bedroom to pass out.

---

“Sana…” you begin, as she deepens her kiss, her lips pressing more firmly against yours.

“Shhh,” she answers, “please. I need this. I need you, right now. Please.”

A part of you wants to stop her, make sure this was what she really wanted. Another part of you wanted to stop her to ensure that sex didn’t further complicate the already tricky circumstances of your relationship. But a final part of you knew that she was in a hurt state, and that she needed something, some comfort, to ease her mind, if only temporarily, from the danger SM posed to her career and her wellbeing.

And so unlike your experience with Joy a day prior, you found yourself willingly giving in. When Sana’s tongue presses softly against your lips, you didn’t resist, and soon your tongues were reacquainting themselves with one another as the passion begins to ignite in your bodies.

Sana is straddling you now, and your hands have begun to roam, up and down her slim torso and finally down to her firm butt, to find again that she wasn’t wearing underwear. As you continue to make out she has drawn the bed covers down with her left hand, revealing your shirtless torso before pressing her naked upper body against you. You revel in the newfound warmth of her small frame, and the sensation of her soft breasts and already erect nipples poking against your chest.

Sana breaks your kiss and, emboldened by your consent for her desire, she returns to placing kisses on your jawline before moving to your neck and lower. You have been with her enough times to realize what she is about to do, and you watch, enraptured, as she kisses her way to your chest, and then your belly, sliding her body down yours until her face is inches away from your boxers and the quickly hardening shaft they are covering.

Reaching up with both hands, she hooks slim fingers around the waistband of your boxers before drawing them down. She wastes little time - the boxers are lowered just enough to let your hard shaft spring free, before she grasps it with the fingertips of her right hand, and, taking a moment to ensure your eyes are glued to hers, licks it from base to tip with one long, slow slurp.

The electricity that courses throughout your body is breathtaking. Sana had given you head before, of course, not that it did anything to dull the utter pleasure that she was able to inspire in your body. Soon she has begun her blowjob in earnest, taking your shaft in and out of the wet, warm cavern of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh in random patterns, each entry and exit into her lips sending spikes of pleasure from your crotch to the rest of your body.

When she had given you oral sex before it was often hurried, lustful - but tonight was different. Sana took her time, ensuring you felt every flick of her tongue and pump of her palm, the young woman seeking to revel in the moment, enjoy every second just as much as you did. She wanted to lose herself, wanted to forget that anything else in the world existed aside from the sensual act she was performing on you.

“Fuck, Sana, that’s so good,” you say, more descriptive words failing to come to mind amidst the pleasure currently overtaking your senses. A minute or an hour passes - you didn’t know or care. All that existed in the world was the young woman bobbing her head up and down between your legs.

You look down to watch as she performs, taking a stray lock of hair and brushing it behind her left ear, such an innocent act framed by such an indecent one. But there is a certain kind of sweetness to it, in a way - the act of a woman seeking to make her partner feel good by whatever means necessary.

That thought only adds to the pleasure, and you watch, enraptured, for a few more minutes as Sana pleasures you.

“Sana… God, you’re so good at that.”

Sana responds by bringing her left hand between your legs ripping your boxers free, raising her body to allow you to kick them off, finally leaving you as naked as she was. Giving your cock one last lick, she straightens her body and straddles you once again.

“Damn,” you say, “I wanted you to keep going.”

“Later, I will,” Sana says with a soft, seductive smile, “but now I want more.”

You take a moment to drink in the sight of her slim, tight body straddling your hips. Her frame is perfect, a little more on the slim side now than she was before, without losing any of the feminine charm she had in spades. Her breasts, small and humble, sit proudly high on her chest, her torso painted stripes of blue and gold by the street light filtering in through the half-shut window blinds.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she begins, “I… I’m sorry for what I did. You’ve been so good to me, even after I betrayed you. And now you’re protecting me.”

You raise your upper body up so that you are almost sitting, bringing a hand to her soft cheek. Your faces are inches apart, and you are struck once more by her simple beauty, her cuteness and sexiness giving way tonight to sincere vulnerability. Sana nuzzles against your warm palm, her eyes closing, a soft smile on her cheeks.

“I would never let anyone hurt you, Sana.”

“I know,” she answers, “and I want you to know that I’m yours. I’ve cut off all my ties with SM. I’m yours, whether you want me just as a fuck, or as a friend, or as something more, I’m yours...”

Sana lets a soft smile appear on her lips before pressing her lips to yours once again. Her left arm wraps itself around your shoulders, and you are slightly aware of her raising her hips, her right hand finding its way between your bodies to grasp your wet, erect shaft, and line it up with her entrance.

You feel the head of your cock press against her wet, tight opening. Slowly, carefully, Sana lowers herself down onto your shaft, your cockhead parting her tight lips to impale her pussy.

Sana gasps loudly as she impales herself fully, and she opens her eyes slightly to match your gaze. You brush stray locks of hair away to reveal her face fully, and you bring her mouth back to yours to kiss her deeply.

As your tongues duel Sana begins to raise her hips, drawing your shaft out of her body before lowering it once more, and soon she has found a soft, slow rhythm as she rides you, grinding her warm, tight body against yours.

You release her from your kiss and lean backward slightly, keeping yourself upright with your hands, allowing yourself to watch as Sana takes you in and out of her body with soft grinding motions, riding you slowly, enjoying every entry and exit of your shaft.

You burn the image in your mind of her slim, young body, her small, alluring breasts, her flat stomach, the tight muscles of her thighs and hips as they work to grind her body on and off your shaft again and again and again. You watch as your shaft appears for a split second or so before driving back into her, each disappearance accompanied by a soft spike of pleasure.

As she always did, Sana has let a long string of gasps and moans stream from her mouth, beginning with your first entry into her body and not stopping, you knew, until you were done.

“Fuck,” she manages to say, “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so much. It’s so good.”

She rides you a little harder, a little faster, and you begin to feel her pussy tightening slightly against you, the first signs of an orgasm building inside her young body. You bring your right hand to her left hip, guiding her, pressing her down at the apex of her rhythm while you drive upward slightly with your own hips, crashing your bodies together just a little harder, a little faster against one another.

“Ohhh!” Sana exclaims, throwing her head back, sending sweat matted brown hair flying as your shaft creates a new splash of pleasure on the canvas of her senses. The moan is accompanied by a pulse of her walls around your shaft.

Sana doesn’t stop, the moans and gasps emitting from her mouth rising in volume steadily, contending only with the slap of wet skin against wet skin and the soft slurring sounds of her juices as your shaft swirls them around the inside of her body.

“I… I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum on your cock,” Sana gasps, “I… I’m cumming!”

Sana does just that, and her body erupts in pleasure, her small frame writhing and shivering as the orgasm overtakes her senses. Her lustful gasps turn into a long, passionate moan, her arms tightening around your torso as her pussy tightens in pulses around your shaft.

It takes her a minute or so to recover, but you are more than content to let her cling to your upper body as she recovers, her body occasionally shaking with pleasurable aftershocks as her orgasm winds itself out. You bury your nose in the crook of her neck, planting soft kisses on warm, sweaty skin. Eventually Sana finds the strength to bring her mouth to your ear.

“It’s your turn. Do whatever you want. I’m yours. Everything I am, all of me… I’m yours.”

You are struck by her words, not just by her consent for you to do as you wanted with her - but more so for the genuine gratitude you sensed behind them. She seemed truly contrite for what she had done to someone she cared deeply about, and wanted you to know it.

You know that this isn’t the time for rough sex, and as much as the thought of turning her around and taking her hard from behind appealed to you, this wasn’t the time for it; perhaps there would be an opportunity to do so in the near future. For now, this was a time for slow, passionate sex, and to that end you grasp her upper body to yours before rolling over on the bed so you are on top.

Sana spreads her legs instinctively, and as soon as she is on her back she raises her hands above her head, presenting you with the beautiful image of her body laid out in offering to you - her eyes are filled with lust and passion and genuine feelings for you, her perfectly sculpted body almost an afterthought to the affection you find in her eyes.

“Take me, please,” she says, her voice hardly above a whisper, “fill me with you.”

You have no other reaction than to kiss her again, your tongue invading her mouth even as your shaft does the same to her pussy, beginning to fuck her slowly, carefully, with the same amount of passion and consideration she had when she was riding you minutes earlier. You savor every thrust, every small pulse of her pussy, enjoy the feeling of her juices and wetness coating your shaft and balls and making every entry into her body so slick, so easy, so pleasurable.

You are almost ashamed to admit that your orgasm is fast approaching - something about the emotion in Sana’s eyes and warmth of her body only heightened the pleasure coursing throughout your body and mind. You quicken your thrusts slightly, and Sana wraps her legs around your thrusting hips as she senses what that means. You rip your mouth from hers and bury it in the pillow next to her face.

Her mouth is next to your ear now, and she does her best to encourage you, urging you on with soft gasps and moans with each thrust you take into her pussy. She is tight and wet around you, but most overwhelming of all is the heat of her body pressed and wrapped around yours, welcoming each thrust into your body.

“Cum for me, please… fill me. Fill me with your cum. I want it. Please… cum inside me.”

Almost immediately you begin to orgasm, as though her words are a trigger. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, contributed to by the passion between you, the desire in her words, and the need to provide Sana with some comfort, some security in knowing you were there for her. Your shaft pulses with each burst of semen erupting from it, filling Sana’s pussy with thick, hot cum, every splash of hot juice eliciting a sharp gasp from the young woman.

You breath heavily into the pillow, and Sana hugs you tightly with each of her limbs, breathing heavily and loudly into your own ear. Eventually she recovers enough to kiss your ear lightly.

“Arigato,” she whispers softly.

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When you wake up in the morning you are immediately aware of the weight on your chest that has rendered the entire left side of your body numb. But your fear is quickly abated by the realization that the ball of brown hair that is the cause of the numbness is Minatozaki Sana’s head. Smiling softly to yourself and taking a moment to savor the feel of her warm body pressed against yours, you slowly ease yourself up and away from the young woman’s tangling limbs - you only partially succeed, and she appears to awaken slightly, but she mumbles something beneath her breath before seemingly falling back to sleep.

You brush hair away from her head to reveal her sleeping features; ostensibly to get her hair out of her face and allow her to breathe easier, but you knew inside that it was because you wanted a clearer look at her sleeping face. She was adorable sleeping, but she could also be sensual and sexy, and smart, and charming, and intelligent… despite the events of the past month, you were nonetheless stricken once more by the young woman.

You smile to yourself as you get up and head towards the kitchen to make some coffee.

On your bedside, there is a picture of you and Momo - a simple couple selfie taken during one of your dates. For the first time in many months, its existence was temporarily forgotten.

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On the way to the kitchen, you pick up your suit blazer, still lying where it was when you threw it over the couch after you got home from the airport but before Sana arrived. You reach into the suit jacket pocket to find your passport, happy to find that it was still there. You take out the small booklet to find a small slip of paper falling out with it. For a second you think it might have been the business card Wendy had slipped into your pants back in Seoul, but then you remember having put that away in your briefcase before the flight home.

You think it might be a receipt or some other inconsequential scrap of paper - but as you pick it up you decide to open it. Odd, because you don’t remember putting anything aside from your passport into your suit jacket, and no one else would have had the opportunity to put anything in there, except for...

It is a handwritten note, consisting of short note and an email address.

I can help you.

[email protected]

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#kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #Smut #pov smut #male reader #twice #twice sana #sana #minatozaki sana #red velvet #red velvet joy

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haikyuu-loves-thiccies · 5 years

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hey hey heyyy can I request Oikawa, Bokuto, Tsukishima and Sugawara being jealous over their crush (who is also their best friend and manager),, thank you! PS. I love EVERYTHING you do \ (•◡•) / ((uhmm, well, i'm not english, so i'm sorry if something is wrong with these sentences ;-;)

Your english is great!!! better than mine and I’m a native speaker XD. This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever written- all have similar ending styles, but hey... It made me laugh so :3

Oikawa

Oikawa is a wildly jealous guy- its pretty damn well known. So it's no shock that whenever anyone else on the team tries talking to you, he'll butt into the conversation and slowly “scare” off the other guy, so that all of your attention is on him. You were one of his best friends, so you knew just how shitty he could get over stuff as small as a glance your way, but you didn't think anything more of it. It's just how he is, right? A flamboyantly jealous highschool boy who needs everything to be about him. Yeah?

Well, either way, you liked conversing with the other guys, even Kentarou, and Kentarou seemed to like talking to you too! Even though he's very brash and will one hundred percent tell you you're an idiot or a dumbass or whatever insult is on his mind, the two of you do actually get along. Not just on some volleyball-player-to-manager level, but as friends, in and out of school. So it's safe to say it was pretty shocking to feel his hand on your plush thigh. When you looked at your friend, he was staring at you, almost as if he had just realized where his hand was. Kentarou's face burned red, but he was frozen in place. You could hear the stomping of an angry brunette coming towards the both of you. Oh fuck.

“Y/N! KENTAROU!” Oikawa shouted, his face fuming. Kentarou- without moving his hand- snapped to Oikawa and made a sour face. “What ARE you two doing?! And in the gym of all places!” He gasped dramatically, tilting backwards with his hands on his chest. “How dare you pull off such PDA on school grounds!”

“O-Oikawa it's not like that-” you tried to explain but found yourself flustered and stumbling. God, he was a hypocrite, talking about PDA as if he hasn't been all over girls ALL OVER SCHOOL. But being called out like this- for something you weren't even sure was intentional on Kentarou's part, was making you burn with shame.

“Don't yell at her you fuckstick!” Kentarou snapped. His hand finally let go of your thigh, leaving your skin cold from the sudden exposure. The two boys stood nose to nose, Oikawa burning with a rage anyone could see if they knew what he was truly like- and Kentarou anyone could see no matter who they are.

“Oh what, standing up for your girlfriend Kentarou? Is she your girlfriend now? Is that what's happening?” Toru teased, his tone not close to being as it usually is when he tries to get under someone's skin, instead coming off as pure burning hatred.

“No you dumb fuck! We aren't anythin'! My hand missed the fuckin' bench!” Well, that did seem true. But you were still caught between the two boys arguing, so all you could really do was fade into the background towards the rest of the group while the two argued it out.

“Save me.” You whispered to Hajime, who merely sighed at his friend's display.

“Y'know Y/N,” he looked to you. “One day Toru will get the stick out of his ass and actually confess to you properly.”

“HUH!?”

Bokuto

Outside of the friendship Bokuto had with Kuroo Tetsuro- and outside of the almost boyfriendship he has with his vice captain, Akaashi, you were one of Bokuto's closest friends. You two trusted each other a great deal, telling each other things you wouldn't tell just about anybody else.

It took approximately one minute and five seconds of a semi-flirty conversation with Nekoma's captain for Bokuto to be all over you, whining and grabbing places he most definitely should not be grabbing. Sure Bokuto could be jealous, but it was always more of a “I'm going to stand here and grumble/pout” kind of jealousy, not the “I'm going to purposely get in the way and cry until you pay attention to me” way.

“H-Hey Bokuto could you um-” You tried to swat the boy's hands off you, but they had been firmly placed onto your stomach, squeezing your tummy all-to-intentionally for you to think it anything else

. “Y/N why are you giving him your attention?” Bokuto pouted. “He doesn't deserve it! He doesn't even go to our school!” Kuroo feigned being offended by his friend's words, but was most obviously amused by the situation.

“W-We're just having a conversation, Bokuto!” You tried explaining while unsuccessfully prying the boy's hands off you.

“Doesn't matter! The coolest guy here is right here!!”

“Well I can't see him if he doesn't let me go!” With this, Bokuto finally released you, pouting like a wounded puppy.

“C'mon Y/N, it's not fair when the only pretty girl who talks to me talks to my best bro instead!”

“Bokuto he just asked me if- oH.” Your face burned and, with an involuntary reaction, you smacked Bokuto's shoulder. “D-don't say that stuff!”

“Whaaaaat? It's true!!”

“Shut up! My face is going to melt off!”

Kuroo snorted from somewhere behind both of you. “Wow, you two really are meant for each other.” “WHAT?”

Tsukishima

A jealous Tsukishima is a funny sight.

You never expected to witness it, really, but you weren't complaining. You were friends with him for a while now- though some may see it as a one sided friendship, considering how the French fry can be. But you know better. You two are friends, plain and simple.

Or at least that's what you thought.

Now, here, talking to Yamaguchi about love and all that gushy stuff, you're starting to think Tsukishima might have feelings for either one of you- it's hard to tell who, but he doesn't seem very happy that the both of you are discussing dating and what your “types” are.

“So your type is the excitable... Sweet kind?” You asked Tadashi, unable to stop an amused chuckle from seeing Tsukishima's sour expression behind your shared friend.

“Erm- well, yeah, I guess! But I don't think having a type really means much. Like, I guess if anyone asked me out- or anyone nice, I'd give it a shot?”

“Yeah, I can see that.” You agreed, leaning back in your seat. “Though, I know my type. One-hundred-percent bad boy lover right here~”

“You... do seem like that kind of type.” Tadashi hesitated, smiling almost cheekily.

“Haha, but I'm serious. A like a guy who could make me feel all rough and tough- and protected! It's hot.” Your words made the boy flush, so he merely nodded along. Behind him, however, Tsukishima was shifting in his seat uncomfortably. You couldn't hold back anymore.

“What about you, Tsukki?”

“What about me?” He responded, a small edge in his voice. “Weeeelllll... What's your type!?”

“Don't got one.”

“Bullshit!”

The blonde tch'd at you impatiently, which made you only more curious to get a real answer from him.

“C'moooon Tsukki.... If you like Yamaguchi, you can just say so!” At his name, the smaller boy freaked out, waving his hands and babbling over himself, trying to get a coherent sentence but failing. Tsukishima merely growled, sending you a dark stare. “Wrong friend, dumbass.”

“Huh? Then what about Kuroo-san?”

“Never in a million fucking years.” “Language, Tsukki!”

“Whatever, babe.” “B-BABE? WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”

Tsukishima shook his head, looking the other way to try and hide an all-too obvious smirk. “Nothing, if you can’t figure it out, dumbass.”

Sugawara

Sugawara isn't a jealous type, riiiiight? No, no. The boy is actually very jealous. Very very jealous. It just depends on who it is. You wanna flirt around with Daichi? Be his guest! Hell, he'll probably join in! But you wanna flirt with- mmm, say, Terushima? Now that, he has a problem with.

You knew Sugawara was a protective friend, so it wasn't a big deal when he pulled you aside after you were chatting with the overly-excited and flirty Terushima. And you knew what he'd say, so you just went along with it.

“I just think you should be careful around him, Y/N!” Suga looked at you worriedly.

“I know, Suga. But he's not as bad as everyone says. Yeah, that one thing with Kiyoko was kinda messy, but like, he really is a good guy, just kinda.. stupid?” You chuckled at yourself, but Suga didn't seem impressed.

“I'm serious Y/N.”

“I know you are, Suga, and I appreciate you looking out for me. But please, tell me, why do you think he's such a bad guy to be around? One interaction with Kiyoko isn't enough to go off of, really...”

Suga pouted, casting his eyes downward and mumbling.

“Cuz' he doesn't respect women.”

You deadpanned. You actually deadpanned. Looking at Suga, you took more than a couple seconds to get your words working again.

“I'm sorry... That was the most white knight think you've ever said- g-give me a minute-” Laughter escaped you before you could finish yourself. Suga watched you laugh, seeming to lighten up at your giggles. “Okay, okay. You think he doesn't respect women, yeah? Okay... I hear you. But like, really, what is there to go off of? I'm not gonna ostracize him over one bad interaction. Maybe giving him a chance is just what the guy needs?”

“Well.. Yes... I see where you're coming from- and normally I'd agree with you! But...”

“But...?” He was twiddling his fingers together, and after a small moment, he mumbled.

“I don't want him asking you out before I can...”

“...OOOHHHHHHHHHH.”

Thanks for the ask!!!

#tsukishima #tsukishima kei #bokuto kotarou #haikyuu #haikyuu x chubby reader

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shiranuieditorial · 4 years

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shakes (from @zenazie thanks!)

my opinion of them: really not my thing. hes bland and tasteless and lacking his own distinct, unique oomph that makes him memorable. hes an overly-adult-like mary sue who doesnt know how to carry his own show. hes a below-decent main character at best, but hey, the show needed a main character and he happened to fit a quarter of the job criteria, so here we are.

im not complaining about him being a main character though; there are plenty of minor characters for me to like and favor out there. i just wish se would give him a distinct, enjoyable personality to go along with his surrealistically, absurdly perfect football and problem-solving skills.

their real name: oluwasegun mokena-okoro. i decided to mash both surnames together because a) its easy and inclusive and unstressful, and b) it happened to also be plot-convenient that shegs has family from south africa. havent decided whether he should have a middle name or not; probably yes, but idk.

their special agent codename: starbomb. it was his gamer tag first, mimi tegong alias second.

their chinese codename: 湯超 tāng (surname, hot water, soup or broth) chāo (super-, ultra-, to exceed, to surpass, to transcend). because hes super! right, strika entertainment?

their birthday: 3 august 1997 for canon/canon divergence, 3 august 2000 for most other aus.

sexuality headcanon: bisexual biromantic. lots of carefree crushes to go around.

gender headcanon: trans man, he/him.

ethnicity headcanon: he is part igbo naija, and has some/most of his paternal family in the gauteng province of south africa, because same with the case with skarra, i like their naija versions better, but this kiddo just happens to be half-half. (as for the south african version of canon, shegs and his family all come from gauteng and around it)

language(s) they know: igbo and english. in noir au, he and his parents move to johannesburg, where he will learn some afrikaans to better assimilate to his new home. (soufrican version of canon: english and afrikaans, with very little isizulu)

my otp(s) for them: skarraaaaaaaaaaaaa because noir au! if this were a year ago, id say riano too, but a few weeks ago i got too carried away with a ri/elma reimagining that i now like it better than ri/shegs! funny how the imagination works.

my brotp(s) for them: klaus because roomie power! and tiger because, uhh, they get into trouble together. so sweet :)

i also like his playful and fun-oriented dynamics with nessi, the argentine, but they dont make it into the otp section because i want them to remain prancing flirtatiously around each other rather than it advancing into a real thing. theyll share several romantic touches and gestures, but at the end of the day, theyre more flirty bros than... serious boyfriends. they are in a flirtationship.

would they put pineapple on pizza: haha, he would for the first time! but it turns out pineapples arent the fruit for him. he makes his dark web handle “pineapple scam” because its what he had in mind at the moment. he likes his pizzas meaty better than fruity.

can they do the splits: no. i know se/aa like to think he could, but theyre wrong.

their main weapon: his mary sue brains of course, thanks to strika entertainment. in my version where hes a better-developed character though, his main thang is a glock 19x, which he uses very very very sparingly in his defensive style of fighting, but he can use it.

what car theyd have/the kind of car i associate with them: well, hes canonically had a ‘05–‘06 ford gt that he presumably ditched along with the mansion, and a horrible confusing crossbreed of a ‘70–‘74 challenger with a ‘69–‘70 mustang mach-1 before said ford gt, none of which i would ever peg in a million years to be in his automotive taste range, but it happened anyway and i heavily suspect strika entertainment has the case of having a thing for american muscle and american muscle only. but look, au-wise, he could do with a nice, bright, glossy cherry red ‘06 ford gt with white racing stripes, perfectly fit for street-racing his other friends with other nice cars, because i love cars and street races and therefore all my aus must have nice cars and street races.

an animal pet i associate with them: that potted house plant rasta was sitting in in his apartment. its as far as he can go in terms of taking care of anything other than himself.

a song i associate with them: “the chain” by fleetwood mac, “backstreets back” by backstreet boys, old-timey stuff to match his old-timey car hahaha.

any extra headcanon: the kind of person whose mbti type, stack functions, and enneagram type arent fully set in, arent fully concrete into his personality (yet?), making it hard to figure out, even making it seem as if theyre fluid and changing, making him a bit of an outcast in that area. a gryffindor who can totally be stupid, naive, powerless, and very un-mary sue-like at times. let your main characters be so flawed they get dropped from the main character role after just a week. wed love to see it.

#ask meme #supa strikas #segun okoro #shakes mokena #shegs #shegz #zenazie

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solesurvivorkat · 4 years

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Bless me with your OTP!

Tagged by @scorpio-skies (forever ago, I know, I’m SO sorry), thank you hon! :-D <3

Doing John Seed/Sarah Rook (FC5/’The Book of John’/’I Need to Tell You’ {AU} )... b/c I don’t have any FO4 OTP art, lol (I gotta get on that, I know, lol)

(For those who don’t know, above art done by @amistrio b/c she is awwwweeesooooome and surprised me on my b-day! <3 )

Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?

- In the FC5-verse, they’re obviously at odds, being on two very different sides of a power struggle. There are both physical and mental altercations going on. - In the AU, I don’t think I’d really call it ‘fighting’... more like ‘verbal sparring’, lol. Sarah refuses to put up with much of John’s hard-headedness, and he’s not quite used to that.

Who is the most skeptical of the two?

- FC5-verse: I’d say Sarah. John ‘knows’ what he’s doing is the right thing and is trying to make her understand, and ‘for some reason’ she doesn’t quite see things his way. - AU: I’d say John. Sarah is in this ‘accidental fiancee’ situation and doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but is afraid to tell the Seed family the truth for fear of upsetting Nana/Jamila and causing her to have a heart attack (or equivalent). So for now, she’s playing along and John is quite suspicious of this woman he’s never heard of before that claims to be engaged to his brother.

Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?

- FC5-verse: Maybe John? He’s definitely the more social of the two, whereas Sarah tends to be a bit more reserved and keeps to herself more. - AU: Maybe Sarah, though I can’t see either one of them as really huge dancers.

What would they do if the other was injured in battle?

- FC5-verse: John would waste no time in bringing Sarah back to his ranch or his bunker if she were injured, using it as an opportunity to secure her presence while she’s weakened. He would keep a close eye on her and tend to her himself as much as he could, and not just because Joseph would order it (despite what he tells himself).

Other members of the Resistance would probably waste no time in finishing off John Seed without a second thought, but Sarah’s conscience would get the better of her and she’d bring him somewhere safe (safe-ish) where he could be tended to... perhaps an abandoned cabin, and seek help from someone she could trust to not kill him if she needed a hand. - AU: Once they start growing closer, Sarah would probably worry sick about John and watch over him every spare moment she had. John would probably play it cool and try not to look too concerned if Sarah was injured, but actually be a bit of a wreck on the inside.

How do their fighting styles complement each other?

- FC5-verse: Neither are the type to rush into a fight without thinking about the situation first. They’d take the time that they could, study/consider the enemy, and come up with the best overall strategy for dealing with the situation. - AU: Both can be stubborn, hard-headed, sarcastic... they’ve kind of met their match in each other, lol.

Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?

- FC5-verse: Sarah hasn’t given a lot of thought to children, as she’s used to not having a lot of family around (just her and her dad for a long time). But sure - it’d be nice someday if she met the right person, settled down, and started a family of her own. As for John, well... he’s not against the idea, but isn’t sure if fatherhood is in the stars for him - and even if it was, the idea does frighten him (if he was being truly honest), based on the poor father figures he’s had in his life. Deep down he’d probably feel like he was undeserving/'too broken’ to love a child the way they’d deserve. - AU: See above (for Sarah - AU John wouldn't be opposed to having his own family someday as well)

What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families aren’t in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?

- FC5-verse: ...The Seed family is a very... ‘touchy’ subject in FC5, LOL. Sarah first met all of them at the same time, and... it wasn’t a very pleasant meeting. ;-) - AU: John’s family met Sarah first, and everyone already seems to love her when John enters the picture. ...John is not quite so accepting at first, lol.

How does each person show affection towards the other?

- FC5-verse: See below (also, gently touching foreheads - which is something considered almost intimate to John, as he usually only does this with Joseph) - AU: Hand-holding, eye contact, active listening, gentle touches, understanding the other person on a deeper level (besides the ‘obvious’ affection signs)

Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?

- FC5-verse: Sarah cries more. She is also a source of compassion and comfort to John, and he finds himself truly opening up and trusting her more often than most - something definitely outside his comfort zone. - AU: Sarah would probably still cry more. She’d also still be the one that comforts more, as John is a bit awkward with deep feelings.

Who is the bigger flirt?

- FC5-verse: John. Hands down. - AU: Hmm... if the ‘settings’ were right, I could see Sarah being a little bit more flirty than John.

#amistrio's art #amistrio #tagged #my otp #far cry 5 otp #john/sarah #john seed/deputy #john seed/sarah rook #john seed/female deputy #john seed #sarah rook #deputy sarah rook #female deputy #the book of john #deputy rook #otp #I need to Tell You #my fanfic #my oc

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Can I have something for a reader who’s an exchange student from America who’s hella thicc and 1-A assumes she’s self conscious as she never really puts herself out there and hesitates to be flashy but they all decide as a class to go out and she comes dressed in something Doja Cat, Cardi B, or Nicki Minaj would wear? Just really accentuates their curves? How would they react to her boldness? I’d appreciate it!

Sooo I thought it would be interesting to have Iida, Kaminari and Kirishima react to this! I’ll do this in headcanon style since you didn’t really specify what you wanted. I hope you enjoy it! ^_^

Iida Tenya

* Iida’s main focus at school is becoming the best hero he can be.

* So you may be quick to assume he wouldn’t notice stuff like this.

* But Iida is smart and observant as well and of course his attention is on the new exchange student from the states.

* I feel like his family has probably been abroad a couple of times (the two heroes movie is an example)

* So he might’ve already been exposed to American culture a little bit.

* However, he was also aware that every individual was still different.

* He was a little surprised when he noticed how quiet you were.

* He didn’t want to jump on conclusions as he hadn’t analysed you enough

* But to him it seemed like you were pretty insecure

* However, him being the class president and wanting to always be the best he could be, he could never really actually talk with you

* One day, after weeks of test papers, Hagakure proposed the idea of going to the mall

* Surprisingly, the whole class could go

* Of course they invited you as well

* You were still part of 1-A even if you were an exchange student.

* “Where is y/n?” Uraraka had asked when they saw no sign of you

* “It’s 3:17pm already, she was supposed to be here 2 minutes and 39 seconds ago!”

* “uh. I’m right here...”

* you had been there the whole time

* No one had recognised you

* Iida was very very surprised

* The poor guy couldn’t hide the huge blush that appeared on his cheeks

* He never saw you outside of school

* So he didn’t know what your ‘usual’ attire consisted of

* But he definitely didn’t expect you to wear this neon pink, very tight latex outfit

* And *ahem* it definitely brought out certain parts of your body

* But Iida being Iida did his best not to look as respecting women is very important

* But of course the surprised look on his face was very visible.

* You just thought it was all very adorable.

* Despite Iida realising you noticed his reaction, he tried to act as normal as he could.

* If Mineta dared to say anything suggestive, he’d have Iida yelling at him within a millisecond.

Kaminari Denki

* now, Kaminari is quite the flirty type of guy if you ask me

* And obviously, since you’re a new foreign exchange student, he’d do his best to come up with the best pickup lines

* They’re actually really corny

* But ya didn’t hear it from me

* He immediately noticed you weren’t like your typical American girl

* I mean it’s not a bad thing

* And you can’t blame him for thinking that

* From what I’ve seen, in many East Asian cultures the communities are pretty homogenous so they don’t really experience different cultures in real life

* But because of your behaviour the assumption that you were insecure was made pretty quickly

* He didn’t get why you were though

* You were thiccccc ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

* And you were a great person

* From what he’d seen at least

* After some intense training from Aizawa pretty much everyone needed some fun

* Hence why one of the girls proposed going to the mall

* When they hadn’t seen you, they at first thought you didn’t think you could come

* Which wasn’t true at all because you were part of the class now

* Kaminari’s eyebrows raised when he saw a girl with a similar silhouette to yours

* Except you were now wearing a really tight dress with a leopard print

* He were lying if he said it didn’t emphasise your already evident curves

* And you wore black boots with huge heels

* How did you walk on it?

* Maybe he found it pretty hot.

* He truly, truly did his best not to look at you

* But you looked really good...

* I feel like he’d try to be flirty as usual

* But because he was pretty flustered he would fail a little more than usual

* You found it pretty cute though

* Poor boy was suffering

Kirishima Eijirou

* Kirishima is a #1 feminist

* I don’t know why I think that, I just do

* So this boy has some m a n n e r s

* In his own manly way ofc

* He didn’t flirt with you or anything like that when you were introduced

* That wouldn’t be manly in any way

* Of course he noticed your curves but this guy has some decency

* However, he did try to talk to you

* He wanted you to feel at ease here

* He noticed you were quite the quiet person

* He didn’t immediately think you were shy, as for example shoji didn’t talk all that much either but he was pretty cool

* But he couldn’t help but wonder if it was perhaps of how you looked

* He thought you were stunning

* But he knew that some people expected girls to look a certain way

* Idk why I’m assuming he knows this stuff

* He’d want to reassure you you were perfect but he didn’t want to come off as creepy

* He knew he wouldn’t be able to top Mineta

* But still

* Flash forward to summer break, the end of it actually

* Yaoyorozu wanted to go shopping for school things with the whole class

* Everyone thought it was a nice idea

* Of course they invited you too

* They got a little worried when you hadn’t arrived yet when you said you’d be there 15 minutes ago

* Where were you?

* “Guys.... uh, everyone is hear right? Who are we waiting for?”

* They all gasped upon hearing your voice

* And Kirishima’s eyes widened when he saw you

* Was that you?

* Your long hair was curled beautifully

* If you’ve got short hair let’s say you put on a wig lmao, way to be even more extra

* You wore a pretty uhm, flashy strapless crop top which was black

* You were also wearing a pair of black hot pants

* Lastly, you wore black pumps that had those strings (?) you put around your legs. (I hope that makes sense lol)

* The poor red haired boy’s face was same colour as his hair

* You looked awesome!

* Despite his red cheeks, he tried to talk normally and complimented you

* You thought his efforts were adorable

* I mean it’s Kirishima, he’s adorable

* I feel like he’d be an ass man lmao so his eyes would probably accidentally dart over to there

* He’d apologise quietly and look away

* You just were like ???? Because you didn’t even notice

* I mean there are worse things that can happen

* So you didn’t mind it really

* And who could get mad at him uwu

* I’m sorry this is so long I just love Kirishima a lot uwu

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kaminari #kaminari denki #iida #iida tenya #bnha headcanon #bnha #mha

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[b]Your Name:[/b] Jess [b]Your Age:[/b] 20 [b]How'd You Find Us?:[/b] Don’t ask.

[b]Full Name:[/b] Jackson Rhodes [b]Nicknames:[/b] - Jax. - Jackie. - Roadie. [b]Date of Birth:[/b] 12th of August 1984. [b]Age:[/b] 26 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Occupation:[/b] street magician. [b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Straight switch.

[b]Animal:[/b] Cougar. [b]Power Level:[/b] "Beta" Alpha. [b]Mindset:[/b] Domissive. [b]Rank:[/b] Manabozho.

[b]Animal Appearance:[/b] [IMG]http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/LRG/26/2675/C6EUD00Z.jpg[/IMG][LIST]Jackson’s big for a cougar, just a little over “average” size. Weighing in at 210lbs in cougar form, he’s almost as big as a jaguar, only a lot less muscled, and almost 6’ in length. He’s covered from head to tail tip in dark and thick honey colored fur that keeps him insulated from the cold. [/LIST][URL=http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/Cowboy_Cougar_by_Skitzobits.jpg]Hybrid form[/URL][LIST]Jackson knows about his hybrid form, and even though he rarely uses it, it’s still something in his arsenal should he ever get into a fight and he needs a little more juice. Standing roughly at 6’8 tall and weighing in at 240lbs, the furred cougar-man form is build for speed and combat. He’s got retractable claws that can cut through skin like a knife like butter, and paw like hands and feet, replace human hands and opposable thumbs leaving him in a mess if he needs to open anything fiddly. When he’s in this form, he’s covered from head to toe in dusty gold fur that darkens in patches and things out across his abdomen. [/LIST][b]Human Appearance:[/b] [IMG]http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/taylorkitsch.png[/IMG][LIST]Standing at an even 6 foot tall, Jackson is your average looking bloke. With shoulder length brown hair – that he hasn’t cut since he was twelve! – Which he keeps away from his face by just raking his fingers through it and an almost continuous five o’clock shadow that sometimes, Jackson forgets about and lets it get a little thicker, can almost be described as rugged, and that doesn’t take your fancy, grungy at the very least. The pale tawny skin, stunning hazel eyes, full lips, yep, Jackson knows how to use it all to his advantage and yet he doesn’t. As for his clothing style, Jackson is very laid back into what he wears, though there is a vane streak in him that he always tries to hide behind his temper. He likes to wear suits and won’t admit it, so more often or not, he will settle for clingy dark jeans, dark coloured shirts or t-shirts, often accompanied by a leather jacket for just an open shirt over a t-shirt. With a little bit of practice, he can pull off different styles though. As for jewellery and accessories? He’s not really the type to wear them all the time, but if you count a platinum thumb ring, a wallet chain, and a gold crucifix as fashion accessories, by all means count that as something Maddox will always wear.

He’s got into his fair share of scrapes over the years and that’s given him a nice but small collection of war wounds. The biggest scar that he has is a three inch scar on the inside of his thigh from a bar fight that got out of control when he was human. A couple of inches higher and the broken bottle could have nicked something important. He has a self done tattoo from when he was younger, it’s on the inside of his wrist and all it says is ‘carpe diem’ in small black letters. [/LIST][b]Face Claim:[/b] Taylor Kitsch.

[b]Strengths:[/b] [LIST]• Get's the "job" done at the end of the day. Whatever the task may be. • Listens to people, despite what people say. • Knows when to keep his mouth shut around alphas. Barely. • Fast on his feet in both forms. • Some street smarts. • Working on the fly. • He likes pain, uses it as a focus at times. • He doesn't give into his violent nature easy. • His animal instincts. • He doesn't care if he lives or dies much. [/LIST][b]Weaknesses:[/b] [LIST]• Always needs to feed after a shift. • His half and half form takes too much energy and can knock him on his butt for hours after. • He's got a bit of an issue with authority figures. He's working on it! • Silver…it hurts like a…well, you get the picture. • Pain, after all there is a fine line between pain and pleasure. • Attractive females. Point in case with Isabella. • Children. If one's hurt because of him, he'll kick himself. • Magic tricks. Curiousity and cats...Ya know how that goes. • He has too kind a heart at times and it's gotton him hurt. • His flair for drama at times. [/LIST][b]Likes:[/b] [LIST]• Practising lock picking. He’s yet to find one he can’t unlock. • Gambling for something better to do. • Drinking instead of talking. • Smoking. He smokes more when he's nervous. • Sex. Oh hush your face. • Tinkering with his truck. • Keeping in contact with the Catamount. • Swimming. • Climbing trees and the like as a cat. • Fish and chips. It beats cooking. • Music over silence. • Magic tricks. • Pissing off idiots to see when they'll snap. • Sleeping the day away when he can. [/LIST][b]Dislikes:[/b] [LIST]• Having nothing to do. • Crowds. He panics a little and stays to the edges. • Having to keep Izzy out of cougar business. • Getting dragged into things that don't concern him. • Football. He's never been a fan of sports really. • Things over his nose and mouth. • RPIT cops! Or any kind of law really. • Uncalled for clan challenges. • Idiots that think they know it all. • Bad sex. Eh...Yeah. • Having no cash. • Morning TV. • Tea. There's just something wrong with it. • People that hurt others for the hell of it. • Sleep! Yeah, he's just a bit odd. [/LIST][b]Personality:[/b][LIST]Jackson isn’t the most trusting of people, preferring to keep his mouth shut at times and eyes open. It isn’t that he’s got nothing to say, he’s got plenty to say, he just doesn’t know how to communicate what he wants to say half the time and it annoys him. It’s a problem, but he’s slowly working through his communication issues. A little jaded and used to getting the short end of the stick, he’s become a good people watcher and likes to take a guess on what people are thinking by simply watching their body language. It doesn’t mean that he’s always right, just a little paranoid. And besides! An attractive face can be his downfall too you know...

I suppose you could say that he’s very loud in his own way. He has a bit of an anger issue sure, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be fun. Jax has a habit of putting himself in tricky situations and mouthing off at the wrong people, and more times than enough, getting his ass kicked. He’s been told that he’s anti social, ok he can roll with that. Still, most of the time Jax uses actions instead of words to get his meaning across and that suits him quite well.

He can be sarcastic, and charming and even violent at times, Rhodes has been known to lash out and think about his actions later. People have questioned his decision making skills before, and he’ll always tell people the same thing, he works on the fly. Jax would rather someone say a silent thank you to him, instead of drawing it out as displaying emotions isn’t one of his strong points and expressing what he wants to say is hard for him. He can do touchy feely well enough but that doesn’t mean anything if there is no feeling in it. To give the sarcastic, slightly flirty male his due, he does have a nasty streak running through him that demands he causes drama some times.

Some things just really annoy him, while he keeps away from people normally; he won’t stand for someone abusing those weaker then themselves, or power. That’s when his protective streak will kick in and he’ll lash out in anger against those that cause the pain and misery. When he lashes out and loses his cool, Jax won’t regret that he did anything, even if he’s punished and humiliated, he’ll take it all with a smirk. Earning his trust and respect is a hard thing to do, but once someone does earn that, there is no way in hell Jax would willingly walk away from them. He’s a survivor and does what he needs to do, he doesn't care what people think of him. There is no better way to describe him. [/LIST][b]History:[/b] [LIST]Jackson Rhodes was born to Linda and Clayton Rhodes, in the city of London, mid April in the year 1984. He was a surprise birth, as the doctors had told his parents from the start of their marriage that Linda could not bear any child in her womb, and being an old money family, they saw every doctor that specialized in that area, no matter the cost. As it was, Jackson came into the world kicking and screaming like any other normal healthy baby.

Growing up the spoilt child, he stoically bared the love of his smothering mother even though she made him want to hurt things. A desperate housewife to the extreme, that’s the easiest way to describe his mother. As for his father, well a workaholic that liked to stay late and make sure everything in the import and export company was running smoothly before coming home and smothering his son almost as much as his mother, well it was an odd childhood. Though from the age of three, Jackson had picked up a liking for magic, and as he grew from a little boy that would hide behind his father’s legs when extended family came to their small estate just outside of London, well into the country that they could have peace, but close enough to the city that they had everything they needed and would be close to work if there was an emergency.

Now many people would have gotten him out there, meeting children his own age, his parents treated him like the boy in the plastic bubble in that respect. Now that was what caused him to rebel against what he knew, he put himself out there, flatly refused to go to any posh school that only taught things that would get people nowhere in real life, instead he opted to go to a normal secondary school with normal children. Rhodes never lost his flair for magic tricks, and would practice them anytime, anywhere, whenever he could. For that alone, people thought he was an oddball (and he is, but we won't go into that here). That simply washed over the young Rhodes, his teachers encouraged him to keep up with something he obviously liked doing, and they had no reason to complain as he was a level student in class. As smart and as clever as young Rhodes was, he didn’t see the day when his father messed up royally loosing the family business to a rival company.

Well it wasn’t the end of the world so to speak, he his friends, his talents, everything would be ok. Yeah, ok Jackson looked at this like any young adult would like their parents were going to split up. He saw it as his fault. His bright innocence turned into something colder, and he accepted it as his grades plummeted and he began to drift away from his friends. For a year, as his antics became erratic, he stopped acting the fool and dropped the magic show that he’d lived in most of his life. Around year ten of secondary school Jackson began to drift around life with a new group of friends. These truant friends taught him new magic tricks, somewhere in him he knew that it was wrong to boost cars and steal from the back of open vans, but he did it anywhere, determined to help his family out of the ever expanding abyss. When he turned up at his father’s study one day with seven grand in cash from his new extracurricular activities that he’d hidden from his parents for nearly three years, his pop hit the roof demanding where Jackson had gotten the cash from.

The little boy in him cringed at the sight of his father so angry, but he didn’t back down from offering the cash even when his mother came in and decided she’d bite his head off too. After a long and boring screaming match, he walked away from them both having tossed the money up in the air and headed to his room. Within fifty minuets, he was walking away from his parents for good with a duffle bag over his shoulder holding things he’d need. The heir to the broken family fortune no longer.

He flat to rent in lower east London, and any idea that walking away from his family had been a rash decision flew the coop as he embraced a seedier nature that his high school friends had began to cultivate, though surprisingly he began to take up magic tricks again, unknowingly needing it as a safety blanket. By the age of twenty one, he was stealing, drinking, smoking, whoring, and oddly enough performing children’s parties, saving what cash he could in various accounts and selling on anything he stole before the cops could poke their noses into any “business” dealings.

That was when he met her, she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, or rather a cougar in a black velvet mini dress on the hunt for dinner. A sucker for a pretty face, and long legs, the cold Rhodes flirted ignoring his friends as they heckled from somewhere behind the two. Chemistry between them was as clear as day, and both took off back for Jax’ place. The sex was great! He did have doubts when she said she was allergic to latex, but one thing led to another and safe sex was drop kicked out of the window. He didn’t even mind the fact she clawed his back up when he found her and the loose change in his wallet gone the next morning.

His fate was sealed and though he didn’t know it at the time, so life went on. When the next month rolled around sluggishly, he began to feel odd, like something inside him wanted to get out. Putting it down to a bug he’d caught, Rhodes cancelled the three shows he had the following week and locked himself away in his flat, even calling his friends and telling them not to show up unless he called. The night of the full moon rolled around, Jackson went to never, never dream again land, as his body changed into that of a cougar. It’s safe to say he put it down to his body needing to heal and kick out whatever was invading his system, which he had simply slept the time away.

When it happened again, and again, he began, he ignored it, until one day, he passed out in front of a camcorder. He’d been practising a new trick, and had always used some kind of recorder so he could watch himself over again. When he saw a cougar in his place the morning after, he hit the bottle and shrugged it off figuring it was a bad dream…

A bad dream that he’s lived through for just over four years, it forced him to move out of London, and being no good with choosing things, he put a pin in a map, and Bobs your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt, that pin landed on Jackford. He has a few secrets of his own, and he can tell the residents have their own troubles. Though one little leopard has won his attention and he can count on her. [/LIST]

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Truth or Dare? 1/3 probably

much of the details about him in this fic is from things b has said in interviews, on periscope, twitch, twitter... see if you can guess what is true vs details/things i made up. other things, like most of his friends being girls (at least as a kid and teen) i don't think he's ever stated outright but i consider so damn obvious as you learn about him eg the bullying, his best friend in 8th grade was a girl. hopefully, all the things i remember him saying he's actually said and i didn't dream it/imagine it haha. also i love this fic so fucking much if i may say so. one of my faves, to be a braggart. in this universe, he never got introduced to spence or ryan, hence no mentions of them or panic! and him going off to arizona for cosmetology

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You're watching Aladdin with Brendon, after Alice in Wonderland but before Bambi because you don't want to wind up crying yet. He's totally like Flower and Bambi. Loves flowers, flirty and doe-eyed, for starters. He's an Aladdin too, and is singing along with you as you're cuddled up on your bed with him, him absentmindedly playing with, brushing your hair. He stopped styling it a while ago, but you love having your hair played with, scalp massaged, neck too, as much as he does... Even that has arousal spreading, tickling over you.

You don't have class tomorrow, but he has a cosmetology one in the morning. He's still excited about not having someone telling him to get to bed though, and you're too relaxed, and uh... you like how you feel around him too much, how simple things, touches kind of turn you on, to suggest he get to sleep or leave your room. Besides, your roommate went home for the weekend. And these blankets and pajamas are comfy. You wind up getting into A Whole New World though: dramatic actions and singing, batting lashes at each other, giggling, pretending the bed is a magic carpet like the dorks you two are...

You offer your lap for his head to get pets in once the song ends... You love touching his hair. Watching his lashes, eyes, lips in the television light. Hearing his breathing deepening, his sighs, a couple mmms when you stroke the nape of his neck, tug his hair, scritch his scalp. You've only known him a couple months, but... whoo boy. Too bad he's gayer than the day is long. And kind of has a boyfriend from his program, George. Well, a friend with benefits.

“Truth or dare, B?” you ask when the movie ends, but neither of you move.

“'M sleepy from all those pets, y/n, so for once, I'm going with truth.”

“Were you like this as a kid? Was it musicals and wanting to do cosmetology and stuff back then too? Like not being... being... different. From how boys were supposed to be.”

He chuckles. “Pretty much. Did skateboarding for years, and some soccer, but that was pretty much the extent of the manly shit. Well, the heavy metal too. And lots of people did pot. But mostly the kind of things people thought boys shouldn't do. Most of my friends were girls. Still are. Liked making people laugh, entertaining them. Gymnastics, dance; just messing around not pro. Did sets for the drama kids in high school. I fit in with some guys, mostly chill stoner or art types, guys who weren't straight, but not many. Sometimes I had to fake it to get by with guys, if it even worked. But mostly stuff like the dress up box.”

“What'd you dress up as?”

“Different musical roles, like Maria and Cosette, Jean Valjean. I remember being about five and wrapping curtains around myself like a dress and singing Sound of Music. Cheerleader with the miniskirt and all from my older sister Kara. Uh... pirate, cowboy, or cowgirl. Elvis, Carly Simon, Gwen. Wanted to sound like her so bad. Beyonce. David Bowie in Labyrinth, without a proper wig though. And a few of the personas he had different eras too. Jareth was mixed up in a crush on him. Like I wasn't sure how much I wanted to play that role versus liked David... At twelve, with Jessica Alba, that was a lot clearer. Make up too, some wigs. Lots of my mom's clothes. I'm sure you can tell on that last one.” He still wears women's jeans now. And hoodies, shirts, a couple pairs of sneakers...

“Oh, a weird flower boy version of Rambo,” he laughs. “Like the headband, but my mom's blouse and jeans, a bouquet of flowers, heels, dad's sunglasses... Still have a picture of that one. And we have lots of home movies of stuff. Me being a lounge singer with a feather boa and gold dress... seducing my mom. Oh, shit, can't believe I just admitted that aloud. Anyway, there was firefighter, seamstress, servant, scuba diver, vet... Vampire, fairy, witch. Playing a mom or sister in plays, like sometimes one of my sisters would be the dad, I'd be the mom, or we'd be three sisters. Or they'd be the mom and dad and I'd be their baby. I remember one where I was pregnant—pillow and doll baby, haha—and Kyla was the pirate doctor helping me deliver on the ship. Or the damsel in distress being rescued by them. Or kidnapped by them. Or we had to save our mom, the queen, from a dragon or evil king.”

They were imaginative too! You're picturing them, little Brendon in these outfits, roles. So cute, and silly, and did you say cute? He must've been adorable, playful and an entertainer back then, too. He's done an open mic a few times and sings and plays at parties with friends. You've seen him do it last Saturday, nervous but eager to sing and play guitar, or keyboard. He said that music was his favourite hobby, that he loves doing it, especially for people, but you had no idea how deep it went.

“Me in my sister's gymnastic leotard, but over my shorts because she didn't want it so close to my crotch.”

The crotch part makes you think of it: if he wears... uh, panties too? The thought makes you flush and feel embarrassed. You haven't seen him in a dress or skirt either, but he used to wear those. You wonder if he still does and you just haven't seen it. You think they'd suit him for some reason. The lavender hoodie, the pink sneakers, plus a miniskirt? Denim, or black. God, you bet that he'd look even better, draw you to him more.

“Wish we had dress up stuff to play with here, B. Bet it was fun. And I bet you looked so cute.”

He gets up, but it's to turn on the lamp; the tv had gone dark. He bats his lashes. “Oh, I did.”

You both laugh as you throw a pillow at him. “Goofball. Don't ever let me tell you you still look cute, then. And that I actually would want to see you with a dress up box.”

“Truth or dare?” he asks. You'd forgotten how this started.

“Truth?” Neither is a safe bet, so you just go with what he went with to even it out.

“Would you want to see me dressed up? Like... in things here... of yours?”

Your breath catches. Are you that obvious? You nod, asking “Truth or dare?”

He grins. “Whattaya think, y/n? Dare.”

“M-maybe... uh... a skirt? On you, I mean?”

“That can be arranged.” He practically bounces over to your closet, sorts through, deciding on a long soft blue and lilac hippieish flowery one that goes to your ankles, a purple plaid one that comes to your knees but would be two to three inches shorter on him, and your denim one that's so short it would be a mini on him. You wear it with black tights or other pants it's so short. Really, he picked most of them; you only have two others. He holds them out one by one, then places them over his hips: “Which one would fit me best?”

You get flustered, because you want to see the denim one most, but worry it would be too short for him. The plaid one? It gives “naughty schoolgirl” vibes to boys and men, older pervs included, so you don't wear it much, even though it reminds you of a newly formed coven of witches stuck at a Catholic school for some reason (you blame The Craft). You wonder what'd look like on him. You bet he's worn skirt school uniforms before, and that he'd get cheesy with it, calling you Miss and asking hammily but flirtatiously about extra credit, asking you to teach him, maybe bending over... which not going to lie, you do want if it got sexily funny, but you know it couldn't mean anything.

He grins. "Warning ya, my legs are really hairy, so you might wanna go with the longest one. What can I say, I've got Jewish legs."

You snort. "Guess I've got Jewish legs too: my hair is a light brown, but there's lots of it below my knees. I stopped shaving now that it's November." You can't help wondering if he's dressed up for Hallowe'en in a girl's costume, or in drag, and what he'd look like; even some guys who are kind of sexist and homophobic do that for Hallowe'en, so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary even outside of the gay bar you and he were let into a few times, because George knew the bouncer. Both of your first one, bar or gay bar.

"Oh, I bet I've got more than you," he jokes, and slides his pant leg up a bit, doing a "banananana" strip tease music thing, shaking his leg, making you both giggle.

"Go with the shortest one, B. Bet you'd look super sexy," you reply, hammily winking.

"No peeking!" he admonishes teasingly, hiding behind your closet door, but he pops his booty out and sways it before hiding again. His jeans quickly get flung towards you to him laughing, "Hey, you ever see that British film The Full Monty?"

"It's kinda tight on my ass, but loose on my hips. What can I say? I bring the booty. But your hips are more womanly than mine, alas," he sighs dramatically. “And your thighs are damn. Um. At least it covers my underwear. Pretty much.” He peeks out, excited. "Ready? I just wanna make sure you're prepared for my hairy ass legs, oh and my stunningly gorgeous ass."

"Pshaw, I know that that booty brings all the boys to your yard, you tramp." He's really a tease at that bar. Both guys his age and kind of older, but only one creep. He always drinks for free, gets you drinks too, and you alternately keep close and watch from afar and let him do his thing with said boys. He only talks with most, often dances, but if he likes the guy, the dancing goes beyond pg territory, kissing too, and he even went home with one of them.

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well hello ! my name is blaire (19, she / her, est), and though my app and this intro are very late i’m ecstatic to be here ! i’ve had muse for this baby for a while but was taking forever to make him so here he is ... 4am’s mr. elijah kang ! he’s definitely a lot to handle, but he’s here to bring the party to veil and i’m so excited to see all the craziness he gets in ! i’m super excited to plot with you guys, so please like this if you want to plot something, and check here for his bio, private profile, and public profile ! plots coming soon, i swear, but you can find some general ideas under the cut alongside trivia ! let’s go !

BACKGROUND.

born in la, california !! will always be a cali baby at heart, both his parents are originally from korea but moved there because they wanted to start a family in america !

he has two younger siblings - bora, who’s 12, and jandi, who’s 25 ! such an older brother, he teases / loves them to death and will fly to cali just to fight whoever hurts them !

original name is eunkwang elijah kang, but around middle school he changed it because a.) people always asked him about it or couldn’t pronounce it and b.) he didn’t think it fit him

the only people who still call him that are his parents when they’re speaking korean and his grandparents / aunts in korea. he introduces himself as elijah or eli nowadays, though !

but he prefers eli somewhat because elijah makes him feel like he’s getting in trouble ?? lmao !

his mom tried to get him into child acting because acting was always something she wanted to do, but it didn’t go very far for him

his father hated the idea of him going into the entertainment industry because he didn’t feel like it was a stable career, and thought that as the oldest of the family he should be financially well off

consequently, him and his dad’s relationship has become a little difficult now, he loves him a lot but is frustrated his dad doesn’t seem to be happy for him pursuing his dreams

even so, he started getting into singing because his mom had him join the church choir she lead ! he pretended he hated it but he loved getting all the old people to smile on that little stage

but he really got into performing when he tried to impress a girl with a talent show & won second place by doing a really cringy song & dance performance with friends !

feel free to read more in his bio, but long story short he auditioned as a joke and had the surprise of the century when he made it past auditions AND callbacks !

the idea of being in the “kpop” industy still seems so weird to gim, esp bc it’s never something he saw himself doing ?? he’s a r&b type of guy so it was really weird for him to think about at first

they decided to go with this “flirty bad boy image” for him which isn’t too out of character tbh ?? but they also thought he had the look of a rapper so started training him to be one ! so now it’s one of his positions, and though he finds it really fun he’s embarrassed to call himself one because he doesn’t feel like he has the skills to rap.

he has a v unique voice, similar to wonpil’s, but since he had no proper training prior to joining the company they had to work with him a lot bc he didn’t really know how to use it !

was a little apprehensive at the whole “boy band” thing at first, until he realized just how much he loved it ?? and then became very invested and has been working hard ever since !he has high hopes for the group and thinks that, as long as they work hard, they can gain a stable following

also was like thank god bc he can’t dance for shit so that helped him otu a l o t !!

PERSONALITY.

like i said before, his personality’s not too different from his brand the company is trying to market him as once they debut ! so “flirty bad boy” pretty much sums it up lmao. he’s got the whole rebellious streak going on, but i wouldn’t call him bad for real because he’s still got a good heart, he’s just dumb and gets into equally dumb scenarios. i think that this pretty much sums it up:

haha !! anyways he is definitely a flirt, even when he doesn’t mean to be ! but he usually does, and isn’t afraid at all at expressing his attraction to others ! ( on that note - he’s pansexual fyi ! ) but his downfall is that he’s terrible with commitment, he’s just not in the mood to settle down and doesn’t know how but i’m sure he’s got a long list of romantic connections !

he’s got a bit of a potty mouth, he doesn’t really have a filter ( unless he’s somewhere for work ofc ) but even then he’s had a few embarrassing slip-ups. def got a few wrist slaps for it bc apparently he can’t shut up !! but please lmk if you don’t want him to curse in our threads bc even though it won’t be that bad in threads, i don’t want anyone to feel uncomfy !

very spontaneous, definitely the type to call you up at 3am on a sunday asking to go out some random place with him, he just loves adventure ! some find it endearing while others find it chaotic, he’s really a hit or miss in terms of this !

a charmer, he knows how to say things that people here....especially when trying to get himself out of a sticky situation ! if he had a superpower it’d be sweet talking people, he’s got a way with words and that’s ultimately how he’s become as successful as he has ! once 4am debuts he’ll definitely give fans lots of fanservice and is the type to “marry” them at fansigns and such.

on that note he’s very deceptive and isn’t pathological liar, but can do it v casually if he thinks it’ll make his situation any better ?? not a good thing but yk just how it is !

bc of these he’s quite the life of the party, and actually gravitates toward quieter people because he wants them to have fun & he’s def the first to try to break the awkward tension !

super carefree - the world could be crumbling, and this man will make a joke about it ! it can be good in stressful situations due to his ability to keep a leveled head, but at the same time it causes him to make poor decisions because he’s less concerned about the end results.

a downside is that he can have a bit of a temper, and if he feels like someone’s competing with him or trying to prove him wrong he gets pretty defensive. also if someone breaks his trust this man holds the biggest grudge i stg

tw: alcohol ! he loves to drink, it’s a habit he started back in america but moved over here ! he can’t do it quite as often bc of company rules he has to maneuver, but if you ask him to go out for some drinks, he’ll never say no.

just...silly lmao !! will literally come into his member’s rooms in the middle of the night just to do a stupid dance then walk out & leave.

very loyal & protective over those he loves !! he’s an older brother, so that’s rooted deep in him and he cares deeply about those he gets close too !

not a leader in any way ( thank god atlas saw that ), but he has his own way of checking up on people ! he’s not the talk-about-your-feelings type per se, but if he sees someone’s down he’ll go out his way to make them laugh or do something to make them feel better

also totally irrelevant but definitely has a retro eboy aesthetic going on here ?? his style very much so resembles jaewon his fc, but with a tinge more grunge ?? his ig is so eboy guys i just...he’s a mess

CONNECTIONS.

besties pls ??

exes ?? i feel like his exes would’ve ended pretty messily bc he’s the Worst but hey maybe they still vibe !!

drinking buddies ftw !! shall they drink & be merry together !! bonus if ur muse is a stupid drunk two and these two just are losing it

he misses his siblings a ton so some younger muses, esp girls, for him to interact would be great ? would 100% baby them & treat them like one of his sisters !!

someone equally wild as elijah who he can always count on for a good party or getting into some sot of trouble.

fwb, a no-strings-attached situation except maybe later on ?? depends let’s see he just wants to have fun !

someone very different to him, they’re away of his personality but in contrast are very structured ! it would be super fun to interact with someone like that, see if they butt heads ?

in contrast, a father-son/mother-son type of friendship where they look out for him to make sure he doesn’t take it too far and he makes sure they take care of themselves and have fun !

give me some rivalry ot enemies pls i love the drama

i promise i’ll add more soon and do a proper plots page but i’m literally so tired i can’t function

#vldintro #( & ooc. )#def rbing this in the morning since it's such a weird time !#i'll message everyone tomm morning !

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x10 “Nihilism”

i can’t think of a summary but i watched the thing and here are my thoughts

03:43pm

hokaAAAAAY i’m severely magnesium deficient so i haven’t slept, feel very sick, and i can barely see but LET’S DO THISSSSSSSS

i just wanna see cas, i miss him

too bad he’s probably gonna be sad all episode

AT LEAST LET US SEE HIM CRY pls

03:48

is that pamela? or does she just look exactly like pamela

and what does the table say? “darn love free”???? i can’t read it D:

03:50

istg i want to eat all the symbolism here and i don’t even know what 98% of it means

but there’s “cosmic cowboy”, “ghost”, and “the fox rye” lager on tap

and DEAN HAS A SUPER SOFT VOICE WHAT IS THIS

03:52

the texan star sign always looks like the bi pride flag to me

plus if you look from red/pink lights at the top, purple on the right, blue on the bottom, ................. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

cOINCIDENCE.........PROBABLY

03:54

a girl in glasses comes in and dean’s like “welp” ;)

is this dean’s heaven

are the girls gonna make out

i feel like that might happen

edit: noooope and i’m glad about that tbh

pamela confirmed

okay good it’s not just super weird casting where everyone looks literally exactly the same as other people

03:57

pamela: “besides, you don’t want me, you just like to flirt”

yeaaaah and he knows it

i love seeing dean this content tbh <3

and yeah that’s pretty much how i think dean sees most girls nowadays

edit: this was one of my favourite parts from this episode

04:02

guest starring someone called thunderbird dwindle??? and lisa berry

okay i’m game

04:04

jessica got replaced by violet and violet has the most wonderful smile and i love her already

“we have shifts now because you mess up so, so many things”

this lady’s style and script delivery makes me feel like she’d be right at home in ‘the good place’ (which is an amazing show i recommend to everyone)

04:07

how the hell does he heal like that

did jack heal him

if he heals himself, why doesn’t he heal during battle? there must be reasons and explanations but i don’t know them

04:13

i’m really enjoying michael’s smug sarcasm

04:15

I FUCKIN LOVE DEAN IN HIS LIL REPEAT FANTASY THING

HAppy dean is my fave, no other dean is allowed

04:17

i love that in order to get the repeat shot of “ghoul thing in wichita with cas, they should be back tonight” to follow into “huh, just had some serious deja vu” they had to shoot the long version and just cut it for the first 3 times, then play the long one the 4th time

it’s so simple but it makes me very excited

also wooooooooooooow, personal note, i feel so goddamn sick and dizzy rn WHY IS MAGNESIUM SO EASY TO BE DEFICIENT IN, SO HARD TO REPLENISH IF YOU HAVE CELIAC DISEASE, AND SO UTTERLY VITAL FOR BASIC FUNCTION

i mean it’s a little tmi but taking more supplements actually makes it worse since if you take too much you lose it in diarrhoea, which makes you more deficient. and taking not enough also makes it worse. and getting exactly the right amount means i’m constantly on the borderline of deficiency. ;~;

04:27

cas remains to be the single more beautiful and compassionate creature in existence

04:28

literally cannot handle this shot i’m squealing ;~;

also michael is like HEY I HAVE DADDY ISSUES remEMBER YOU HAVE DADDY ISSUES TOO

it got worse

04:29

also beautiful but NOWHERE NEAR AS BEAUTIFUL AS CAS AT THIS MOMENT and i can’t even figure out how or why

probably the lighting and the acting

cas is all nice n stuff and michael is like EVERYONE MUST DIE sooooo

04:31

“my world, this world? nothing but failed drafts. and when [god] realises they’re flawed he moves on a tries again”

now look here

i literally wrote this concept

in my destiel fic “hart of the storm”

four years ago

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2669921/chapters/5968742

(skip to chapter 21 if you don’t wanna read the whole thing. but also do read the whole thing pls thank)

04:39

i cannot handle

i love this and hate this

i am inexplicably thrilled by his expression

and the way he says “coool science project. i give it a b minus”

also this seems super gay to me and i really couldn’t say why

maybe it’s the flirty “ah! ooh” when cas touches michael’s face, which i only heard after i said it was gay

i guess michael also thought it was gay

04:44

cas: “so much..........so much trauma in dean’s mind..........so many scars”

not a surprise but still

sam: “if i wanted to distract dean, i’d give him something he’s never had before”

cas: “contentment”

this hurts. SO . MUCH

but also i love seeing them figure that out and talking about that shit so openly

sam: “let’s look through his good memories”

vaguely violating but I WANT THIS SO BADLY YESSSS

one of dean’s fave memories is saying “i think i’m adorable”

he enjoys moments of self-love

aS HE FUCKING SHOULD AAAHHHHHHH

i’m so emotional about this

i just want to hear about panties and cas somewhere in this

edit: to be fair there was no mention of sam in there either?? intrigued by this episode saying dean doesn’t actually care about his family, which i find incredibly hard to believe, but there’s something about the way michael says it that makes you kind of wonder if it’s true

cas says pamela is designed to distract dean

pamela: “you really know how to talk to a lady, don’tcha”

hurr

cas just stares and squints

i have decided this is gay and i like it

04:53

the impala’s licence plate in the background (top left) ^

and the cowboy cutout things from the tombstone episode

BOTH THE GUY AND THE GIRL WHOO (note that the guy cowboy is BEHIND CAS)

04:56

pamela: “get me a shot. with your braaaain.”

i love her

04:58

when cas’ eyes go big it makes me have emotions

05:11

dean: “my mind, my rules. i’ve got him. i’m the cage”

NICE

05:13

cas: “you cannot AFFORD that kind of accident”

aw man be nice to jack

oh and then he is <3

cas is the best dad

<3 <3 <3

05:16

OH HEY IT’S MY FAVE

05:19

all of dean’s death journals say he dies because of michael......

“all except one.”... “that’s up to you”

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy he looks like a scared lil kiddo

05:20

it’s over WHOOOOOOOO THAT WAS GREAT 10/10

one of the best episodes in a long time but that might just be because of the hiatus :P

i feel too damn sick to think about things but THAT WAS SOME GOOD SHIT

love seeing women of colour with names and speaking roles and purposes and actual characters

and seeing dean was very, very nice

michael is fun to watch even though he’s the Worst

and maggie’s continued existence just makes me happy

kudos to steve yockey and amanda tapping. this was a good way to spend an afternoon when i cannot do anything else.... and nor would i have wanted to, really ~

#nihilism #spn spoilers #14x10 #season 14 #Elmie watches things #post of postiness

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Scandal in the Spotlight: Kyohei Rikudoh Review [SPOILERS]

Ah, Kyohei. One thing you should probably know about me before I get started is that I have been stanning k-pop boyband EXO hardcore for years and there is album art on both my phone and my computer, haha. So to say I was thrilled to learn Voltage Love 365 app has a boy band otome would be a MASSIVE understatement! But how was the route, you ask? Read on to find out!

The world of Scandal in the Spotlight is uh... pretty cut-throat, to say the least. Aspiring MC starts out getting blacklisted from the industry after rejecting Harvey Weinstein her creepy, powerful boss. :( Then her coworker/secret member of popular boy band Arashi Revance, freaking STEALS poetry she wrote for a screenplay and adapts it into Revance’s latest hit (!!!). And then Kyohei, band producer/member and subject of this review, strong-arms/threatens MC into ghostwriting erotic lyrics for their 10th anniversary, in exchange for getting her un-blacklisted afterwards...!!

...Yikes. Poor MC (I hope she got paid for the plagiarism and she’s getting paid for the ghostwriting?! Super important 💰). Anyway, at first glance Kyohei definitely comes across as your typical scary/aggressive and demanding alpha male ("I make the rules here. Anyone who gets in our way will be dropped, no exceptions”). He might not be the official leader of the group, but he sure acts like he is. Kyo is willing to do whatever it takes to ensure Revance’s continued success, including using his professional clout to stifle an up-and-coming rival group (which I found very confusingly attractive, lmao). And with MC, he’s just as bossy, but also SUPER FREAKING FLIRTATIOUS like you have no idea (“If you don't have enough experience...perhaps we can fix that”). And of course the guy has to claim it’s all in the name of inspiring MC to write sexier lyrics and he couldn’t possibly be attracted to MC, lmao.

But much like his giant adorable mop of a dog (named Little Yamada!! ^_^), when it comes to MC, Kyohei is all bark and no bite. From the start, he’s nice to MC his own bizarre, super extra way. When MC’s feeling down about her skills, he doesn’t hesitate to buy out massive amounts of ad space from Shibuya Crossing just to prove a point, lol. And after the turning point in the story, Kyo becomes downright protective of MC, keeping his manager and the other members off MC’s back while she struggles with writer’s block! Aww.

TBH, domineering types tend to be really hit or miss for me. But in Kyohei’s case, it’s a hit (mostly! more on that below). For starters, once Kyohei starts caring about MC he’s never mean ever again (even if he still loves teasing her) and I am so super weak to otome guys who pull off that transition well. I liked his tragic backstory/motivation, cheesy as it was. And finally, Kyohei plays into your typical diva-ish pop star romance fantasy really nicely. It’s all about expectations: a bad boy-type pop star is WAY more interesting than a super nice pop star imho, and this is one of the rare cases where I think a completely nice character wouldn’t be nearly as compelling as someone like Kyohei, who does turn out to be vaguely nice ish, but also has a bit of an edge to him.

Speaking of pop fantasies, I generally enjoyed the plot progression, which was one giant, unbelievably cheesy wish fulfillment fantasy. Poor, sweet MC’s struggles to come up with sexy lyrics tie in really nicely with her growing relationship with Kyohei, and I always do love it when the external plot and romance get intertwined. But one thing that I didn’t like as much is the plot’s main villain, who at once wants to produce for Revance, poach MC, and get in MC’s pants...?! It’s too much!! I personally think the story’s conflict would’ve been much cleaner if his creepy romance subplot were completely removed.

Also, this isn’t really a critique as it is a commentary, but: parts of this story were kind of sad/infuriating to read from a post-#metoo perspective. MC’s screenwriting career was completely screwed through no fault of her own, after all! And much as Kyo did grow on me, he did initially force MC into the whole ghostwriting gig. So, this might sound kind of weird, but I think an AU of Scandal in the Spotlight featuring Kyohei as a villain type would’ve been EVEN COOLER while satisfying my never-ending thirst for revenge against evil guys? Imagine: MC turns down Revance flat, and goes straight to rival group Grenade, romancing one of those boys instead. Her and Boy work together to start a viral internet campaign to take down both Harvey Weinstein and Revance. It becomes an epic tale of MC+Boy vs the world, and in the end Revance and Grenade resolve their differences IkeSen style (though Grenade wins), while former boss gets sent to jail. Now wouldn’t that be satisfying to read. :) (...okay maybe this is why I was rejected from creative writing class in school lmao)

And while we’re talking about #metoo, there is one specific scene with Kyohei that I didn’t like! Early on, he smacks MC’s butt (flirtatiously??). I secretly kind of enjoyed all the other sexy, aggressively flirty things he pulls, but that one’s just straight up harassment! :( Fortunately, later in the route, Kyohei makes it clear that a) he’ll quit the flirting if MC tells him to stop, and b) he asks for consent before actually getting it on with MC. So there’s that... Anyways, this incident is one of the reasons why, mid-way through Episode 2, I was certain I was going to hate Kyohei with a fiery passion and that this review was going to be an extended rant about celebrities. But it really speaks to Kyohei’s character evolution that I ended up forgiving him for his transgressions, mostly.

Overall, if you’re willing to accept a party size helping of cheese in your romance stories (or, if you have ever had a crush on any of 1D/NSYNC/The Beatles/etc), I think you’ll like Kyohei. His route is definitely not perfect, and it certainly isn’t high literature, but it provides some super satisfying wish fulfillment and is generally a fun, sexy read!

Choice quote:

“Kyohei...I think I’m starting to get the wrong idea...” “You don’t have the wrong idea.” 💕

Personality: 8/10. I really wouldn’t call Kyohei a nice guy in general, and I have beef with how he acted in the beginning, but Kyohei post-turning point in plot is pretty awesome. The guy manages to be nice to MC and super mega sexy at the same time. Also I love how extra he is. It’s perfect for a pop star.

Appearance: 8/10. This guy’s hair is simultaneously the most and least necessary thing ever, lol.

MC: 6/10. I like how self-aware and determined MC is. However, she was too passive for my personal tastes, especially when it came to the asshole men in her life. (Also girl really needs to learn how to digitize/password protect her lyrics...)

Plot/Payoff: 6/10. I generally enjoyed how gloriously cheesy the plot was, especially with regards to MC’s lyric writing and her relationship with Kyohei, but I do think the main villain ended up trying to do way too much. Also, I really wanted to see the creepy screenwriter get his comeuppance in the story, and I would LOVE confirmation that MC’s getting paid for her troubles! 💰💰

Personal enjoyment: 7/10. I started out really disliking this route because MC gets screwed over way too hard in the beginning, but Kyohei himself really makes this story more enjoyable than it has any right to be! ^_^

I was sent this story to review honestly as part of @officialvoltageotome‘s review campaign! All thoughts are 100% mine. :)

Masterlist

#kyohei rikudoh #voltage #love365 #love 365 #scandal in the spotlight #sits #sits kyohei #otome #route #review #this review is dedicated to kai's jawline

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