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Eddie Munson's Groupie

Summary/Content: You just really love going to Eddie’s shows–and remember the first night you ever met him. You decide to wear something a little special for one of his shows. Drinking, phone sex, masturbation, lingerie, Dom!Eddie, praise kink, lots of pet names, semi-public sex, oral (female/reader receiving), penetrative sex, slight pain kink?, porn with fluff :) Eddie Munson x reader, Eddie munson x you

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: some day i will stop fantasizing about my dream life and writing it down as eddie fanfic. today is not that day. who tf doesn’t want a hot band boyfriend come on! Also uh HELLO??? Apparently I hit the 200 follower count this weekend?? i love y'all sm omg, please enjoy your weekly literary porn <3

The sound of microphone feedback burned through your skull like touching a live wire. The bar was dark, barely anyone in the small building, but the feeling of going to Eddie’s shows never got old for you. It still felt like electricity was buzzing through the room, passing between your body and the stage. Even though the drunks at the bar barely even flinched at the squawk from the microphone, you couldn’t tamp down the fluttering in your chest as you thought about the show, about how it was your Eddie on stage.

The two of you had been dating for a while now–by his standards, at least. Eddie, you had learned, rarely kept his romantic interests around for longer than a night or two. You had gone to one of his shows, desperate for a drink alone after a particularly shitty day. You had been sitting right here, on this same beat up barstool, letting the alcohol burn your throat and numb your brain, when you had heard that same microphone whine. You had turned, seeing four men walking on to the too-small stage, standing close together as they whispered.

When they broke apart, going to their respective instruments, your eyes had initially followed the guy with medium-length curls (Gareth, you knew now) as he walked to the back of the stage, sliding onto his drum seat. You had looked him over, deciding that even though he played drums he wasn’t quite your type, and turned back to the bar and your drink.

When you heard an uneven, low voice call out “Welcome to our regulars, and the not-so regulars,” you had turned back around, already half laughing at whoever these guys thought they were. There was something so pretentious, so funny about the way the guy at the mic addressed the crowd–like it was a packed bar full of hot girls begging to go home with him instead of seven middle-aged men, the bartender, and you. But when you saw him, standing there, pressed against the microphone in the neon glow of beer signs, already looking at you, your laugh turned into a smile.

He had winked, then turned back to the band and nodded. He tossed his long hair over his shoulder, and the band had started playing. They weren’t half bad, you had thought to yourself. Mostly covers, but a few original songs throughout the night. You found yourself nodding along to some of the songs, and the lead guitarist had grinned at you when he caught your eye. You finished your drink halfway through their set and ordered another, unwilling to pry yourself away from the man on the stage until he was done.

You figured he would lose his charm afterwards. He’d put down the guitar, come out from under the lights, and be just like every other guy you’d been temporarily infatuated with: douchebag by day, wannabe by night. But when the band finished their set, he’d set down his guitar, clapped his friends on the shoulder, stepped off the stage–and walked to the opposite end of the bar from you. You had blushed, actually, when you had realized he wasn’t going to come over and talk to you; it wasn’t that you expected it so much as it was that it had seemed inevitable.

He had given you so much attention that night that you were surprised he wasn’t going to make a move. You had tossed back the rest of your drink, planning to get out of the tiny bar and never come back before anyone saw how embarrassed you were. When you stood up, however, you found that the booze had gone to your head; you swayed slightly on your feet, gripping the bar.

“Woah there,” said a soft voice, a hand pressing to your waist. “You okay?” You had turned, halfway expecting one of the old drunks to be taking advantage of this opportunity to grope you, but it was the guy from the band instead. He was smiling at you, softly, and his eyes sparkled with a poorly-hidden laugh. “Just trying to go home,” you had said, cheeks burning as you looked down. “I don’t know about that,” he had said, guiding you back to your seat gently. “Hey, Patricia?” He had called to the bartender. “Can we get two glasses of water down here?”

When the glasses were set in front of you, he slid sideways between you and the man next to you, pressing his body closer to yours than was really appropriate for a stranger, and picked up one of the glasses. He held it aloft, waiting for you to wrap your fingers around the other one, then touched his glass to yours. “Cheers,” he had said, eyes on yours as he grinned. You took a tentative sip of the water, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “Going to take more than that if I’m letting you drive home,” he said, wiping his mouth.

The two of you spent the next three hours in almost that exact same position. The man on the stool next to you left, eventually, and Eddie had hopped into his seat immediately. He made sure you drank two full glasses of water before he even considered letting you leave on your own, and even then he asked to follow you home to make sure you got there safely. You had laughed, giving a gentle tug to one of his long curls that had somehow ended up wrapped around your finger, and reprimanded him. “How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” You had asked, lifting an eyebrow suggestively. “You could be trying to get me back to my place so you can take my virtue and my head.”

Eddie had blushed, slightly, and you had sat back, satisfied with yourself. “I’d say I’m really not the serial killer type, but most of the people in this town wouldn’t agree with that,” he had laughed. “How about this instead–I’m going to give you my number and you call me when you get home. So that way I know you’re in bed, safe and sound, virtue intact.” You had blushed in return, Eddie grinning devilishly as he used your own words against you.

When you had gotten home, you had slid on top of the covers, still dressed and intending to shower before settling in for the night. You looked at your hand, at Eddie’s scrawl in black ink across your palm, and had debated–heavily–about leaving it alone. He was hot, sure, and he had seemed nice for the hours you had talked, but the odds of him being just another rockstar wanna-be looking for a one night stand? Higher than you wanted them to be. But you couldn’t shake the image of him leaning into the mic stand, grinning at you like you were the only person at the bar that night. You had bitten your bottom lip, hard, and then lifted the receiver next to your bed, settling it on the mattress near where you threw yourself back down after dialing the numbers on your skin.

You waited while the phone rang, wondering if he had even made it back to his place yet or if an answering machine might eventually pick up. You had just decided to hang up, giving up on the hope that you might leave him a tape of yourself saying, “It’s the girl from the bar? I got home safe?” when there was finally a click on the other end of the line. You heard a deep inhale, a pause, and a smooth exhale. “So you got home, I take it?” His voice was low and smooth, creating images in your mind of him sitting in a worn recliner, cigarette between his lips in a dark room. “Mm-hm,” you had replied, voice immediately lowering to match his. “Yeah, thank you.”

“Good,” Eddie had said, “I’m glad you sobered up with me. Though I wouldn’t mind taking you home next time.” You laughed, slightly, almost rolling your eyes. “You know,” Eddie had said, voice crackling through the receiver, “I like a girl that can follow directions.” You had felt your face heat slightly at the words, a low throbbing immediately starting between your thighs. “Really?” You had asked. Eddie had practically purred his assent, and you had whispered “Why don’t you give me some more?”

“Put the receiver in your other hand.” You did as he told you, switching the phone to your non-dominant hand. When you had the phone pressed back against your ear, you could hear a metallic jingling and slight shuffling on his end–his belt, you assumed, coming undone before he shifted his pants down. “Are you still dressed?” You nodded, then murmured a quick yes when you remembered Eddie couldn’t see you. “Pull your pants down.” You shimmied the material over your hips, down your thighs, finally kicking them off the end of your bed to puddle on the floor. “Got ‘em off for me?” When you whispered another “mm-hmm,” Eddie snickered. “Good girl,” he whispered, and you felt the heat pooling in your core intensify.

“I want you to take your fingers and trail the fingernails over your nipple for me first.” After a moment of silence, Eddie’s voice hummed in your ear: “Now pinch it. Then twist.” You gasped, slightly, at the feeling of your own fingers against your skin, the roughness with which you handled yourself at his insistence. “Oh, that’s my girl,” Eddie groaned at the sound of your gasp. You could hear his breath starting to come a little faster, a little deeper on each inhale. “Pretend your fingers are mine, pretty girl, and brush them down your ribs…over your stomach…trace your nails over your hip for me, gorgeous…does it feel like I’m there with you?” “Yes,” you whispered, throat half-choked by embarrassment and half by lust. “Use my name for me, sweet thing.” “Yes, Eddie,” you repeated.

He groaned into the receiver, soft and low, and you inadvertently pushed your thighs together, rolling your hips for friction. “God, my name sounds so fucking pretty in your mouth,” he murmured, and you couldn’t stop yourself: “What next, Eddie?” When he moaned, you felt your mouth spread into a wide grin. “You’re gonna touch yourself for me now, baby girl.” Your breath hitched, just barely, in your throat, and he chuckled again. “Gonna need you to tell me exactly what you feel like, too.” You swallowed, hard, and placed your fingers on your already-slick outer lips. “Wet, Eddie,” you whispered. “Fuck,” he had moaned, and you felt yourself throbbing inside with how badly you wanted him, wanted him here in your bed with you, one night stand or not.

“You want me inside of you, pretty girl?” You could only whimper in return. “Go ahead, then.” You slipped your fingers in between your lips, sliding them up through your slit to cover them in your own need. When you finally pushed your fingers inside of yourself, eyes closed as you pictured Eddie over you, you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that came from your throat; your body felt like it had been electrified when you heard Eddie make his own gasp in return.

“Good girl,” he murmured over the line. “How’s that feel?” “So good, Eddie,” you half-moaned. “What do you feel like? On your fingers?” Eddie’s voice was so low now, so heavy with his own lust, you lost any of the embarrassment you had felt before. “Warm,” you sighed into the mouthpiece, “Warm, and tight, and wet, Eddie, I’m so fucking wet.” He had groaned again, a soft sound that you could almost feel breaking over your chest like he was planting it there with his soft mouth. “Rub your clit for me.” When you inhaled, slightly, as you lifted your hips and did as he asked, Eddie’s growl came racing through the receiver: “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.”

His words, combined with the feeling of your fingers rubbing circles into your most sensitive nerves as your hips thrusted up, helped you over the edge; you made sure not to stifle yourself, knowing how badly Eddie would want to hear the sounds that broke from your chest as the tension in your body snapped, relief ebbing over you as your muscles soothed themselves. Eddie heard you and half-choked, a groan working it’s way out through his chest as he stammered into the receiver. He almost whimpered, right as he finished, and you could hear his panting breaths start to slow.

For a moment, that was the only sound over the phone line: the two of you, breathing hard as you basked in the glow of your fresh release. “So,” Eddie said, clearing his throat slightly. “Glad you called?” You couldn’t stop the slight chuckle from bubbling up through your chest. “Yeah, I guess.” “You guess. You guess? Come on,” Eddie said, and you could just imagine him with his hand over his heart like an offended old woman. “I think I earned a little more than you guess.” “Fine,” you had said, laughing outright now. “I’m glad I called. I’m glad you told me to.” “Like I said, I like a girl who takes direction.”

You felt yourself blush slightly at his words, the sound of his previous “directions” still ringing in your ears. You listened, quietly waiting for him to say more. The silence stretched on, not awkward but comforting. “You shower that bar smell off yet, sweetheart?” You told him no, and you could almost hear his grin down the line. “You go do that and then go to bed. And then come to the show tomorrow night too.”

That had been all it had taken for the two of you to become all but inseparable. The next night, after your second Corroded Coffin show of many, you had left your car in the parking lot, riding with Eddie back to his trailer where you spent the night wrapping parts of you around parts of him. When the sun had come up, he had brought you a mug full of coffee to bed and kissed you, slow and soft like he hadn’t the night before, and you knew you were going to stick around as long as he’d let you. At this point, you were a regular at the bar–you didn’t even bother to bring your ID in anymore because all of the bartenders knew you by name.

But tonight was going to be different. You had really enjoyed the last few months with Eddie, and you wanted to do something special, something out of the ordinary just for him. In the time since you had first called him, the two of you had had sex just about everywhere you could: Eddie’s trailer, your place, the back of his van, the cramped bathroom at the bar, even Gareth’s garage after band practice once (though you had sworn off Corroded Coffin rehearsals after that–you were convinced you and Eddie had stained the old couch he had pressed you into, and you didn’t think you could handle the embarrassment of any of them knowing it was you who had done it). You usually just wore the first pair of underwear and bra that your fingers found while getting dressed in the morning, and you never thought twice about it; your clothes didn’t usually stay on long enough for it to matter, anyway.

You doubted Eddie would have ever even noticed if your bra had matched your panties, as quick as he was to get you topless and bite at the thin skin. But still, you’d built a fairly nice collection of lingerie over the years–you had an entire drawer, lined with a pillowcase and with a small sachet of dried rose petals, lavender, and cedar to softly scent the fabrics. Different cuts and forms, different materials, different colors; you didn’t have a particular preference for any one style. It always gave you a little thrill when you pulled something out of that drawer, sliding it against your bare skin while knowing that you’d go about the rest of your day as if you were wearing the same old cotton briefs, as if you weren’t dressed like someone’s wet dream come to life under your clothes.

When you had left Eddie’s place earlier, insisting that you just needed to go home to shower and change before tonight because your stash of clean clothes in his closet didn’t have the right look, he had rolled his eyes. “Babe,” he had said to you, propped up against the wall as he sat on the mattress and picked at his guitar. “You could literally wear anything and you’ll still be the hottest chick in there. Just grab one of my shirts or something.” But you had refused, saying you wanted to really hone your “rockstar girlfriend” look.

“Besides,” you had said, pressing a goodbye kiss against his soft lips, his mouth falling open to invite you to stay a little longer as you stood up and took a step back. “Don’t you want the guys to be jealous of you?” Eddie had crowed at that, tossing his head back. “They already are, baby,” he said, cocking his head to the side as his lips twisted into a half-smile. You had promised to see him tonight, then driven back to your own place.

You had torn through your closet, all of the clothes you didn’t wear often enough to justify taking up any of the limited space at Eddie’s picked over and considered. Some of Eddie’s clothes were there too, for the odd night he’d come to your place instead. Eventually, you had settled on a black skirt, a little too-short for you to have worn it before, the Corroded Coffin shirt Eddie had made for you, and one of his black and red flannels open over it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tying the t-shirt up over the skirt so it showed a slit of skin, and remembered the day Eddie had given you the shirt.

He had handed it to you in the back of his van, his other hand scratching the back of his head as he avoided eye contact, and told you you were the only person outside of the actual band with one of their shirts now. You had grinned at him and promised to wear it tomorrow night: “This makes me a groupie now, doesn’t it?” Eddie had grinned back at you before taking your face in his hands, darting hard kisses over your face while you giggled.

But the most important part of the outfit was what you couldn’t see in the mirror–except for in the curve of your lips as you put on a dark lipstick, outlining your lips carefully as you thought about how good that color was going to look smeared over Eddie’s throat later. You fluffed your hair, slightly, thinking about your underwear–part of you was nervous, like Eddie might somehow look at you in this…getup and shake his head, laugh at you for playing pretend at being sexy.

You were fairly certain this was the first time you’d ever even worn a skirt around him–what was he going to think when he saw the black lace on the edges of your bra’s cups, the way your breasts almost spilled out of the top of the cups with the extra padding lifting them, the black satin and lace that covered you but left just enough of your ass hanging out, the leather garters you had slipped over your legs and tightened against the soft flesh of your thighs? Part of you wanted to change, take it all off and throw on jeans. Steeling your courage against your spine, you nod at yourself in the mirror.

When you pull open the door of the bar, you’re surprised to already hear the band playing. You had intended to come a little late, just to make sure Eddie wouldn’t have the time to touch you until after his show, when he was buzzing with the adrenaline of playing live, but you hadn’t planned on missing his warmup. Bottom lip between your teeth, you went to the bar and ordered, taking up your usual spot and turning to the stage. They all looked so alive when they played–Gareth never grinned like that except when he was behind his drum kit, and Jeff actually seemed to glow as he bobbed his head in time with the music. But Eddie.

Eddie stole the show every night. You were biased, absolutely, but his long curls–covered on top, tonight, with a black bandana–always seemed to gleam in the neon, his nose scrunching as he focused, his too-wide eyes intent on nothing but his bandmates and his hands. God, it made your heart race. When they finished their song, greeted by scattered applause, you cupped your hands to your mouth and timidly called out, “Whoo!” Eddie’s eyes immediately shot up, scanning the room until they found you. When his eyes settled on yours he lit up, grinning so wide his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, his eyebrows pulled up and his head recoiled slightly, turning his face at a slight angle as he took in your outfit. The grin slipped from his face, his jaw going slack as his eyes wandered down over your body from across the room.

You were almost sure you could see him swallow, hard, as he took in your short skirt and legs, realized you were wearing his shirt. When his eyes finally made their way back to yours, you winked and were rewarded with an obvious blush spreading over his cheeks. Gareth called something to him and he turned, looking back over his shoulder to shoot you another smile.

The rest of their set was torture. They played well, sure, but every time Eddie looked at you you could feel the electricity coursing through his veins as he stood on stage transfer to your body, and the frisson building under your skin was desperate for release. When they finally finish their set, Eddie immediately pulls his guitar off his body and hands it behind him, shoving it into Jeff’s shocked hands, before bounding off the stage and crossing the small space separating the two of you with long lopes. His fingers immediately snag around your waist, his rough palms and callused fingers pressing into the thin strip of visible skin as he ducks his head to your neck and presses a hard kiss to your throat. Your hands come up around his shoulders, fingers interlocking with a few strands of his hair at the nape of his neck.

You gasp, quietly, as his kiss turns into a quick, tiny nip at your neck and you pull back from him. “You were late,” Eddie said, grinning as he allowed you to lean away from him. “I was getting dressed,” you reply, a playful smile sliding over your face as you raise an eyebrow. “You like?” “Baby.” Eddie is wholly serious and yet, the half-whine to his pitch makes you feel wicked. You push your lips into a pout, watching his eyes track the movement as you feel his chest hitch slightly under your arms. “Is that a no?” You bat your eyelashes at him, truly playing into your part, and feel him relax in your arms. “Hell no, that’s not a no.” The corner of Eddie’s mouth is twisting, and you can’t help but lean into him again, pressing the first of many dark-tinted kisses to his jaw.

Eddie takes advantage of your closeness when you try to pull back, stepping forward so that his body is slotted between your legs. One of his hands drifts from your waist to your thigh, tracing circles over the top of your knee. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wearing so little and so much at the same time,” he growls into your neck. You tip your head back, laughing lightly. “You don’t even know what I’m wearing.” Eddie pulls his head back, tilting it as he narrows his eyes. “A skirt.” “And your shirt,” you encourage him.

He shakes his head, his long hair tossing under the soft glow of the bar lights, tightening his hand over your thigh. You can feel the cool metal of his rings along your skin, and it sends a slight chill down your spine as you look at him. Eddie’s eyes dip to his hand on your thigh, a wicked twist to his lips. He leans into your body, pushing his nose against your cheek as his fingers slide up, up the silk of your thigh–and then stop. His fingers have hit the edge of your garter, the smooth black leather under his fingers as he pulls back from you.

The cool air of the bar hits your skin, making you aware of the flush in your face as Eddie’s fingers twist, looping under the very edge of the leather to pull slightly. Eddie’s jaw drops as he realizes what he’s touching and you watch as the tip of his tongue runs over the bottom of his teeth, feeling desperate for the taste of him. “Rockstar’s girlfriend, huh?” He asks, recalling your earlier conversation. You nod, once, and bite the inside of your lip. When he grins, your core tightens, and you want him, right there on that fucking barstool.

Eddie’s staring at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as his hand continues up the inside of your thigh. “I wonder,” he murmurs, almost too low to be heard over the noise of the bartender slamming mugs behind the two of you, “what else you think rockstar’s girlfriends wear?” When his fingers come to rest at the lace and satin of your panties, he actually licks his lips like he’s thinking about your underwear in between his teeth before he gets to the good part. His pointer finger presses into the soft fabric, drawing small circles with light pressure and you wonder if he can feel the heat between your legs.

“Just–ah–something pretty for you,” you murmur, his eyes widening at your involuntary soft sound when he pressed the fabric against your slit. “Pretty girl,” he whispers, only audible because of how close he is, “Just for me.” You glance down, wondering how Eddie’s handling this himself, and are unsurprised to see the bulge of his hardening erection pressing against the denim of his pants. “Can we go?” You ask, suddenly unable to play pretend like your body isn’t craving him, begging for him inside of you. Eddie tosses his head back, laughing, then nods at you.

You go with him to grab his guitar, packed up begrudgingly by Gareth who agrees to pack the rest of the equipment with Jeff as long as Eddie unpacks them for the next show, then practically run through the parking lot, fingers entwined, as Eddie pulls you by your hand to his van. He opens the back, shoving his guitar case inside, then looks at you. His chest is heaving, slightly winded by the unplanned run, and you just want to stare at him, his bandana, his denim vest over his Corroded Coffin shirt, but he’s staring at you, an eyebrow raised and a soft smile on his lips, and he tells you to get in.

You had shoved a few pillows and blankets in the back a month or so ago, knowing that Eddie loved nothing more than driving you out someplace dark enough to see the stars, sharing a joint, and spending hours between your legs. You grabbed a pillow now, throwing it down behind the driver’s seat and throwing yourself on top of it on your back. Eddie climbed in, pulling the door closed behind him before he sat up on his knees. Crawling towards you, he pulled his vest and shirt off, tossing them both to the side.

You inhale deeply, looking at the way the streetlights coming through the windshield lit his pale skin, his tattoos, his guitar pick necklace and silver rings. Frankly, if you didn’t need him so badly, you could have stared at him for hours. You spread your legs immediately, wordlessly telling him to settle himself at the base of your hips. “Sit up for me, pretty girl.” His hands pull at your wrists, almost yanking you into an upright position that brings your body directly into contact with the smooth planes of his chest. Your hands grab at his chest, wrapping your fingers around his ribs so that your thumbs are just under his nipples, and he presses his mouth to your neck again. Eddie’s kisses are gentle, slow, now and you tilt your head to give him access to more skin. When he runs his tongue from your collarbone to your jawline, you can’t stop the whine that breaks out from between your teeth.

“Want me already?” Eddie purrs into your skin, and he laughs quietly as you nod. “Good girl,” he grins, and you feel your core absolutely pool. “I want you to do something for me first,” he says. “You’ve got to follow directions.” You pull back, looking at him. Eddie hadn’t given you “directions” since that first night on the phone, letting the instincts the two of you shared guide every encounter since. “You gonna follow my instructions, pretty girl?” You nod, a blush burning up over your throat and cheeks. “Good. Now take off your top.”

He’s looking at you with lust in his eyes, but he crawls backwards an inch, maybe two, to give you space as you shift your arms, pulling his flannel down and tossing it into the pile with his own clothes. Your hands come down to the hem of your shirt, lifting it quickly up and over head. You can hear him gasp, softly, as the parking lot lights illuminate your breasts bulging over your bra cups, the black lace tickling your skin. Eddie clears his throat, blinking rapidly. “Skirt too.” You start to shift the fabric down your waist, over your hips, then pause and stare at him. When he looks back at you in confusion, you cock an eyebrow and look pointedly at his own jeans. He laughs, twisting dramatically, and unbuckles his belt, unzipping his pants and shifting them down to his knees, then over his calves, before throwing them aside with your skirt.

“Now lay down and let me look at you, pretty girl.” Your stomach heats at his words, your breath coming a little faster without him even touching you. Eddie’s eyes wander over your body, slowly, and you let him look and touch his fill without rushing him, without urging him to satisfy the craving for him that's been building deep inside of you since you slipped this lingerie on. His fingers reach out to trace the lace over your breasts, the sensitive skin of your thigh where the garter sits, and he brings goosebumps up over your body with his gentle touch.

When his hand slides up to the satin of your panties, a rough finger brushing the elastic around the inside of your thigh, he bites his lip, eyes on his hand so close to where you need him. “Do you–did you ever wear this before? For other guys, I mean?” He asks. He still isn’t looking at your face while he waits for your answer, eyes intent on his fingers slow, smooth strokes against the satin and lace separating your bodies. “No,” you half-whispered, throat thick with desire. “Just for myself.”

At that, Eddie’s dark eyes snap up to yours, the hitch in his breathing echoing through the inches separating you like a gunshot. “Yourself?” He asked. The corner of his mouth starts to turn up, achingly slowly, as his eyes lit from behind with mischief. “You’re telling me that you, what? Wear this around all day…just to know you’re wearing it?” You want so badly to reach your fingers across to him, to brush the pads of your palms over his skin, but you know that touching him now will only make him tease you worse. “Mm-hmm,” you barely choke out, nodding your head. “My girl likes to see herself dressed up, huh?” Eddie cocks his head to the side, his jaw tucking down just slightly as the slow curve of his smile turns into a full-blown grin. You almost have to close your eyes as you look at him; he is so radiant like this, gleaming with good ideas and bad intentions.

This time you can’t even get a sound out of your throat, so you just lower your chin, peering up at him from behind thick eyelashes as you blink at him as he waits on his knees between yours. The faux-innocence, the doe-eyed look that has won you so many battles in the past, doesn’t work on him this time. Suddenly, his fingers pull back from your inner thigh, letting the elastic snap against your sensitive skin. “Answer the question, sweetheart,” he purrs from where he stands between your legs. “Yes,” you choke out, your core throbbing now, “Just for me.” Suddenly, Eddie leans over and dips his head to the top of your thighs, pressing rough kisses full of teeth to the edge of your panties as he grips your waist. “That’s,” he kisses, “my,” another kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “girl.”

He pushes your underwear to the side, leaving the satin wrapped around your hips as he settles himself between your legs and presses his mouth to your soaking wet slit. You gasp, your back arching slightly against the hard body of the van under you. You can’t help yourself from rolling your hips, just slightly, against his mouth. His tongue strokes your throbbing clit, teasing it like he’s been teasing you, and he presses his hands down over your hips to still you. He pulls back, the lack of his mouth making you whimper, and laughs. “Slow down for me,” Eddie says. “No,” you growl, fingers coming up to his head and sliding his bandana off so they can tangle in his curls.

He laughs again, pushing his mouth back against you, and you let your head roll back as his lips wrap around the bundle of nerves and suck. Your fingers tighten, and he moans against you. You can feel your muscles tightening already, your thighs tensing around his head, and he pulls back. “You wanna cum now or with me in you?” He asks, panting with his own desire. “Don’t be fucking stupid, Munson,” you groan, and he pulls back, sitting up as he laughs. “That’s my girl,” he says, and your eyes widen as your stomach clenches.

Eddie takes himself in his fist, stroking slowly as he looks at you on your back, hair fanning out over your pillow, bathed in the glow of the streetlights and shimmering stars. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this, wanting–needing–him, skin already slick with sweat and a flush over your chest and cheeks. You whine at him, hoarse with desire, and he positions himself in between your legs, pushing the covering of your underwear aside again and sliding in gently. He positions his arms over your shoulders, allowing himself to lower his stomach to touch yours. You’re already slick, your muscles still tight from how close he brought you a minute ago. “Oh, fuck,” Eddie whispers over you, and you peer up at him as he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Tell me you’re gonna cum soon, baby,” he whispers, and you bring a hand up to the side of his face. You trace your fingernails over his jaw, making him shudder, and then pinch suddenly. His eyes snap open, looking at you in shock. “Find out, Eddie,” you say, and his jaw drops before turning into a devilish grin. “You asked for it,” he says, and he thrusts, hard, deep into you. You gasp, the hand on the side of his neck tightening. He moans as your nails dig into his skin, pulling back before thrusting again, harder. “So good for me,” he whispers, and you let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper, feeling your walls stretch against him.

Again, again, again, he pushes your body wide open for him as your hips lift and push up against his. The van is filled with only the sounds of bodies meeting each other, gasps and whimpers, before your muscles tighten again. “Eddie–Edd–” You can’t form a sentence, but he can feel what your body is trying to tell him. He keeps his pace, looking down at you between his arms. “Go ahead baby,” he whispers, throat tight. “Cum for me, pretty girl.” When your body tightens, pulling him deeper into you, he moans, his eyebrows tightening as his lips part. His hips stutter, trying to maintain his rhythm as he fills you with his own satisfaction, twitching inside of you as his hips crash against yours and your body tightens around him.

When you’re both done, he lays himself gently over your sweat-slicked skin, careful to keep himself buried inside of you as he adjusts his weight so his head can rest over your still-lace-covered breasts. He presses a gentle kiss to your skin, and peers up at you. His eyelashes brush his brow bone, wide eyes the color of amber and espresso watching your face as your muscles relax, the ecstasy of your orgasm settling deep into your bones. You feel his fingers brush over your stomach, tracing circles in silence. “My good girl,” he whispers into the silence, and you wonder if he can hear your heart flutter in your chest at his words.

His hair tickles under your chin, and you reach a palm up to smooth it down, pressing lightly against his head. When he moves again, it’s just to pick up your hand, pulling one of the heavy, metal rings off his hand and sliding it on to your thumb. He turns his head to look at you, noting the confusion clear on your face. “For your rockstar’s girlfriend look,” he explains, lips barely containing his smile as you grin.

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baseballmomlesbiandad · 2 years

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Okay so I gotta lay this out more for my own reference in the future because sometimes I wonder how my life is real. Who is writing this movie, this lesbian romcom that is my life, it ain’t me!!!

So about a year ago, I basically fell in love with my neighbor at first sight. I had just moved to the neighborhood and was at the local bar when I hear someone yell over to me, “hey, I love your hair!” (Undercut)

I turn to look at her and she’s gorgeous, of course. I blush and say “thank you, I love your hair too!” (Bald) (hashtag lesbians, am I right?)

She leaves and my friend walks out from the bathroom so we head out the door and who is outside having a cig but this gorgeous girl. I wave bye to her and she yells, “bye omg you’re so pretty have a good night bye!” And my friend is like, who tf is that, and I’m like idk but I’m in love obvi.

I text my roommate, “meet me on the stoop, I gotta tell you about this girl I met at the bar.” I meet her outside and before I can get into anything, who walks up but THE GIRL and she says, “omg hey! You live here? I literally live right next door?” I am open-mouthed at this point. She gets to talking to us and is like, my name is Alex, we should all totally hang out, I need more girl friends, I live with two guys, let’s have a movie night, yadda yadda yadda.

She goes home — again, RIGHT NEXT DOOR — and my roommate says, “uh wow, what was going on between the two of you, you kept staring at each other like I wasn’t even here,” and I’m like, “YEAH THATS THE GIRL I TEXTED YOU ABOUT!”

Within the next few weeks, we run into each other constantly, like I’m telling you I saw neighbor crush every 2 days completely on accident. We spend whole nights together talking, she booty calls me to “watch the new Ted Lasso episode with her,” we hook up a few times and I’m like, fuck I liiiiiiike this girl.

Now, it’s the holidays, we both work retail, we’re not really texting each other since we’ve always just talked in person, and we just kinda fall out of that routine with everything going on. We both agree that we’re not in the right headspace for a serious relationship but want to continue…whatever it is we’re doing.

Weeks turn to months, the stars don’t align, we rarely ever run into each other anymore. I’ve started to try and move on from thinking it can ever be more except for every time we would see each other, which would be like once every month or so, the feelings would come back full force and I’d be pining and yearning all over again. It was like an addiction, which I guess love is.

Then, February comes around and she’s still on my mind, I decide, fuck it, I’m asking her to be my Valentine. I make her a handmade cheesy ass middle school fucking heart shaped valentine and left it on her door like the simp that I am. She loves it, says yes, I take her to this candlelit orchestra, we have a lovely night, we kiss but nothing more happens because she’s still trying to get her head right. I try to ask her out on dates many times, most of which she agrees to and then flakes on at the last minute. After the 5th time this happens, I decide I need to move on for my own sanity.

But of course, she’s my neighbor. SHE WORKS WITH MY ROOMMATE. And we still see each other once in awhile, so like not easy to get over her when her very presence intoxicates me, ya know?

Flash forward to now. I’m trying to get myself out there again so on a whim, I reply to a local magazine’s Instagram post about their column that sets people up on blind dates in the city, thinking nothing of it until they write back that they’d love to set me up! I’m terrified but also intrigued and am like, hell yes let’s do it.

They give me no information about the date except for the time, location, and the name of the person — and what should their name be but Alex, the same fucking name as my neighbor crush/kinda ex. OF COURSE.

I’m rolling with it though, the main thing I’m worried about is that it is, in fact, a woman and not some straight cis man named Alex because that’d be really fucked up.

The date comes around, it turns out Alex is a woman, thankfully, but honestly? Looks kinda like neighbor crush. I’m still rolling with it though, we have the date, it’s not really a love connection but it was fun, and we exchanged phone numbers and called it a night.

That was yesterday. Today, I had a whole ass bad day and was brooding on my stoop when who should walk up but the original Alex, my neighbor crush. She sits down, brightens up my day (as per usual bc again, she’s intoxicating and I’m still fucking in love) and I eventually tell her about the date. She’s happy for me, finds it fucking hilarious that her name was also Alex and then looks up her social media, finds her immediately.

Then she says, “wait…I’m pretty sure I know this girl. Yeah I’ve definitely seen her standup and she’s friends with my friends.” Which, like, in the gay community is really not that much of a surprise, BUT STILL.

Anyway, moral of the story is that I tried to get over my neighbor crush/kinda ex with a blind date set up by a local magazine who turned out to have her same name and looked like her, so I’m like 80% sure my life is actually a movie and I’m never gonna not be in love with this girl.

OH AND just icing on the cake, I came inside after social media stalking my blind date with my kinda ex and was telling my roommate and her boyfriend about it, and showed them my blind dates’s Instagram and he says, “you know, she looks kinda like Zoe kravitz,” which made me and my roommate deadpan to each other because that’s the celebrity lookalike that my neighbor crush gets all the time.

Can someone please write me a happy ending here because I’m tired of this, grandpa

#THATS TOO DAMN BAD #I don’t want main character energy I swear I don’t #my love story #tell me this is not a Thai BL but lesbian edition like CMON #read the write up in Time Out NYC on oct 1 #crushes stink man #I really should write this and try and publish it as a story bc it’s insane #lesbians #lgbtqia #this is the gayest thing about my life and I didn’t even tell you about the tarot cards and magic 8 ball #wlw

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ye0ncore · 3 years

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— txt’s reaction to them saying something hurtful their s/o in an argument

pairing: txt x female reader

genre and rating: angst, fluff, g/pg

warnings: strong language, angry txt

a/n: hello loves! i fell in love with the way the last reaction turned out i just had to make another! i’m sorry about not posting for a while! i just started my senior year so things have been a lil hectic. please bear with me lol. i love you guys <3

reaction below the cut <3

— yeonjun

as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was apologizing

you and yeonjun didn’t fight very often

you two were very good at talking things out

but when you blew up his phone after he didn’t come home when he was supposed to, things escalated quickly

“stop being so fucking annoying! you’re so clingy.”

when he realized what he said, he immediately ran over to you

“baby holy shit i am so sorry.”

“i didn’t mean that i’m so sorry, love.”

he spent the rest of the night and a few days after making it up to you

he hated to see you upset

and he hated the fact that it was because of him even more

— soobin

soobin was always very careful about what all he said to you

he promised himself to never let himself go too far

but when he happened to get a little jealous of you and one of your close guy friends, he didn’t exactly stick to it

“who knows maybe you were out cheating on me when you were out all day with him.”

your face fell, and you obviously found it incredibly insulting

when he saw the look on your face, that’s when it clicked in his head

he didn’t know whether to come up to you or give you space

but the second he saw the tear slip down your cheek, he was by your side

“baby please don’t cry. i’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”

he knew in his heart that you would never do something like that

so it broke his heart that he could ever say something like that

— beomgyu

beomgyu’s heart literally shattered

his face fell, immediately making his way to you

it was a very rare occurrence that you and beomgyu argue

but when you do, it gets bad

he can be very stubborn, and so can you

so when you mentioned him hardly being home, he didn’t hesitate to fire back

“yeah well at least i’m actually doing something. it must be nice to just sit on your ass all day, huh?”

you and beomgyu both knew that that wasn’t true

yeah, you didn’t have a job

but you always did your best to make sure things were done around the house, and making sure beomgyu had everything he needed

you were always out trying to help him with anything, and he knew it

he immediately went silent

“baby holy shit i am so sorry.”

“i know that’s not true, i just got caught up in the moment. i didn’t mean it love, please.”

did whatever it took to make it up to you

— taehyun

taehyun, like soobin, was always very careful with his words while in an argument

he never wanted to cross the line, and he never wanted to make you upset

unfortunately, that’s exactly what he ended up doing

this argument had been coming and you knew it

it’s inevitable when you have an attractive boyfriend who just so happens to be an idol

jealousy happens and sometimes, it can’t be helped

you had gotten upset over a bunch of girls flirting with taehyun

usually he understood, but for some reason, this time he wasn’t very understanding

“can you just calm tf down? you’re being a little too clingy for my liking right now.”

both of your faces fell

all you did was nod, mumble a soft ‘i’m sorry,’ and walked upstairs

you thought he would need space

he immediately ran up the stairs after you

the only thing going through his head was ‘how bad did i just fuck up?’

taehyun would do everything in his power to make you feel better

he just wanted to see that cute ass smile again. he hated that he was the reason that you were upset

— hueningkai

kai doesn’t have much experience when it comes to stuff like this

the both of you hate arguing, so you both do your best to make sure one doesn’t break out

unfortunately, this one couldn’t be helped

you had been incredibly busy as of lately

you were a full time student with a job and a sport so you didn’t have much free time

you didn’t see kai as often as you used to

this ended up sparking a lil disagreement

you told him you would come to one of his shows, but something came up at work so you had to go

kai was understandably very upset, but he lost it a little bit

“you know y/n, if you don’t care then just tell me. there’s no need to sit there and lie to me.”

all you did was freeze and stare at him like he was crazy

it took kai a second to realize what he said

but by the time he did, you had already walked away

he blew up your phone with calls and messages, trying to apologize

he was freaking out and he felt absolutely terrible

“baby please. i am so so sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking.”

“you care more than anyone, and i know that. please just come talk to me.”

kai spent the next few weeks making it up to you, never letting himself get that angry again

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hon3ybee-3 · 3 years

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Murasakibara x black reader

someone request this but i can’t find their ask and i think their account got deleted

nsfw warning ⚠️ (like 1 line)

- so this is how it went down

- you are the only thing that makes hime stop in his tracks

- just stares at you for a moment when he saw you

- you low key thought he was a creep for that 💀

- like all day everyday he would just stare at you and not say anything

- himuro told him to go talk to you but he refused(lazy bitch 🙄)

- EVENTUALLY he came up to you and that’s when you changed your hair and you wore an afro

- he was curious so he wanted to ask you about

- listen i’m sorry but murasakibara is one of those people who touch your hair without your permission 😭

- soo while his fingers are in your heir he asks why your hair look like that

- remember when he pulled kagami eyebrow

- yeah he pulled your shit to see if it was real or not

- when you gave him a death glare and told him to back off

- he just stare at you like tf 😐

- he told himuro and himuro was like 😔 just shaking his head at him

- he told him that he’s can’t do that and to apologize to you but he didn’t wanna do it

- soo himuro took matters into his own hands and brought you two together

- by introducing you as the new team manager and after practice he took you both to get food

- when you guys bought the snacks y’all wanted it was silent for like 5 minutes 💀

- then he apologized and girl you betta take it because it’s only the rare times he does soo take it 😭

- anyways flash forward y’all are together now yayyyy!!!!

- he would crush anyone who would ever say some shit about your skin or hair or you just being a black women

- he will stand behind them(using his giant ass to an advantage💀) then say the usual i will crush you speech

- but he’s a lot more scarier when he does it

- he don’t play when it comes to you

- i’m sorry for this one too but he also the type to call black women food names

- i mean this mf mind runs on food soo expect to be called chocolate

- and he will complain if you say not to call you that

- he shares his snacks with you and let’s you wear his team jacket and jersey

- he will do the normal boyfriend things but just constantly complain about the work and how it’s soo hard

- does enjoy having you in his lap while kissing him tho (he considers this a good amount of work😏)

- you guys cuddled with you being on top of him sharing a blanket and snacks watching whatever show or movies

- it’s a daily routine for y’all

- or he’s carrying you around because you feel like practically nothing to him

- he mumbles i love you’s in your bonnet while you sleep on him

- you + him = love & (lots of lazy fuck sessions)

- he actually loves braiding your hair

- like he looks so concentrated doing and you took and picture and now it’s your wallpaper is exactly that

- loves that you are his biggest supporter in his passion and loves you gentle words and touches he gets from you after a hard game

- if you can cook, bye y’all are married

- he’s not letting you go

- will watch you cook for hours and come in and out trying the food

- you have to kick him out a few times 💀

- he just loves you the most/ more then snacks but he won’t say that out loud

#black reader #black y/n #black writers #kuroko no basket x black reader #anime #kuroko no basket #knb murasakibara #knb x poc!reader #knb x black reader #murasakibara x reader

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bokubonk · 3 years

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the only certainty

warnings: angst, insecurities

content: hurt/comfort, angst, insecurities

characters: timeskip!Atsumu x reader

date: 2/11/21

word count: 1.4k+

notes: Okay so I know I said I wouldn’t be posting as much but I ended up coming with a ton of ideas so expect more updates soon lol. Also I just wanna know who tf hurt me because these ideas can’t be coming from nowhere. I’m really out here bawling while I write. Anyway, enjoy my blood, sweat, and tears :)

You shifted on the couch, pulling the thin blanket up to your chest.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered what Atsumu said to you two days ago. The MSBY Black Jackals had a match against another team and you came to watch.

You first met at one of his matches in high school and he began relentlessly pursuing you after spotting you in the crowd. Although you were determined to focus on school, you slowly began falling for him after seeing his passion towards volleyball and the kindness he showed you.

Since the two of you met, you made an effort to go to all of his matches. After all, you wanted to support him and you knew how much volleyball meant to him.

But, you were always bothered by how many girls were around him and how he seemed to thrive off of their attention. You mentioned it to him multiple times and he always reassured you that you were the only one for him. You would answer his reassurances with a smile that never seemed to reach your eyes because no matter how many times he assured you, it seemed like there was someone out there that was just better, prettier, smarter.

It was bad enough that you started off the day feeling insecure after you overheard Rina, one of his fangirls, talking about your relationship before the match and saying how Atsumu would be better suited with her. You glanced at her and her smile, noticing how tall she was, how confident, how different she was from you.

You only felt worse after seeing her walk up to him once the team won the match, and instead of finding you in the audience like he always did, he smiled at her.

You watched from the sidelines, feeling your heart ache the longer he talked with her and your thoughts began to spiral. You couldn’t help but wonder why he chose you in the first place when it was clear he was better suited with girls like her.

But you decided to say nothing, plastering on a weak smile and murmuring a quiet “congratulations” when he finally broke away from his conversation with Rina and approached you.

Atsumu rambled on about the match as the two of you made your way out of the arena with the rest of the team and you could see that he was truly proud of how he played with the huge grin splitting his face. You felt your lips curling into a smile as you stared at him but your silence didn’t go unnoticed and he paused, his grin slipping from his face.

“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows furrowed, searching your face for any indication of what had happened. “Did someone say something?”

“It’s really nothing,” you shrugged, trying to muster up the strength to continue smiling to assure him you were okay but he cupped your cheek, leaning down to stare you in the eyes.

“C’mon, just tell me,” he frowned.

“It’s just-,” you started, biting your lip as your uncertainties began growing once again, “After the game, Rina went up to you and the two of you just looked so good together.”

Atsumu was expecting a real reason as to why you were upset but instead he got another one of your unnecessary insecurities and he just wasn’t in the mood after winning the match he had practiced so hard for. His hand dropped from your face and he ran it through his hair. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing. How many times do I have to tell you for you to get it in your head.”

You swallowed back your hurt and opened your mouth to change the topic but he rolled his eyes, “Why do you have to be so insecure? It’s not like I’m dating her.”

Atsumu waited for you to respond but when you answered with your silence, he sighed, “Look, can we stop talking about this? We just won and discussing how insecure you are is only going to ruin the mood.”

“Oh, um, okay,” you murmured, fixing your gaze onto your feet and blinking back your tears.

“Are you coming with us to celebrate?” he asked, not looking back while you trailed behind him and the rest of the team.

“I’m not feeling too well so I think I’ll just go home,” you whispered.

“Whatever,” he muttered, too caught up in his own thoughts to realize just how much he hurt you.

You went to bed alone that night, burying your face into your pillow to muffle your sobs. By the time you realized how late it was, you saw that it was 2:00 a.m. and he had yet to come home.

For a moment, you wondered if he was out with someone other than the team but you quickly pushed the thought out of your mind once you felt your chest ache again.

Thoughts of whether he still loved you consumed you and you felt the overwhelming pressure to do better and be better but you knew at the end of the day, it would never be enough.

At the end of the day, you weren’t enough.

You left the apartment early the next morning, wondering where Atsumu had stayed if he hadn’t come home to you. But you forced yourself to focus on your job, pushing all of your anxiety out of your mind, only to come home to an empty apartment.

With a heavy heart you got ready for bed and set up a place to sleep on the couch, knowing that if he didn’t come home yesterday, it was most likely because he was drunk and stayed at a friend’s place and would be coming home today.

You laid there, waiting for the familiar jangle of his keys and pondered whether you were making the right decision. But when he opened the door and walked right past you, you knew there was nothing left to be done.

“Hey, Atsumu.”

His eyes widened at your use of his name and he froze in place. You never called him by his name unless it was something serious and from how swollen your eyes were, he knew it was something you had spent hours crying over.

You took a breath, trying to keep your voice as even as possible, “I think we should break up.”

Atsumu stared at you, shocked. He didn’t expect you to want to break up with him but when he recalled the harsh words he exchanged with you after the match, he winced. He never wanted to hurt you and he opened his mouth to apologize but you began speaking, your chin quivering as you struggled to stop the tears from escaping.

“You deserve better than me,” your voice trembled. “I’m just going to bring you down with my insecurities and I don’t want that.”

You took a moment to compose yourself before continuing, “You deserve to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“Baby, no,” Atsumu cried, shaking his head. “No, don’t say that.”

“It’s my fault. I’ll do better just tell me you don’t mean that.”

You choked on a sob, unable to bear the desperation in his gaze. He rarely cried and in the moments that he did, you always tried your best to comfort him. But now, you weren’t sure you were the right person to be wiping away his tears.

“Please, I’m sorry. I love you,” he whispered, walking over to the couch and grabbing your hands in his. “You’re it for me. There’s no one else that could ever compare.”

You stared down at your intertwined hands, “Are you sure? What if choosing me is a mistake.”

Atsumu’s heart clenched at your words. He hated himself for never realizing just how unloved you felt. How did he never notice how much you were hurting? How much had you been holding back from him because you were afraid of making him unhappy?

“You’re the only certainty in my life,” Atsumu murmured, his gaze softening as you began tearing up again.

“Well, you and volleyball,” he joked, making you smile.

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you so you never feel this way again,” he vowed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

You leaned into his embrace and whispered a quiet “I love you” back.

You knew the road ahead would be far from perfect but you didn’t mind. Because as long as Atsumu continued being by your side, you had no doubt that everything would be alright.

#atsumu imagines #msby black jackal #msby atsumu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq angst #haikyuu angst #atsumu angst #miya atsumu #timeskip atsumu #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #atsumu x reader #timeskip atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu x reader

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csbinnie · 4 years

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WHAT CHOI SOOBIN WOULD BE LIKE AS A BOYFRIEND

TAGS . . oral fixation, soobin is a switch, v into panties and wet spots, praise kink, and body worship.

˒ ahhh it’s my bf this time y’all 🤩🤤 i hope you guys like this one!

HOW HE CONFESSES

oh my god (T ^ T) can you imagine soobin having a crush on someone? he would be so sweet to them!

i can already picture him seeing you for the first time and feeling his heart start beating a little faster and blushing after you say hi.

he would be CONVINCED that he hides it so well and that no one knows how much he likes you but no one is fooled.

he’s always making excuses to be around you and touch you and talk about you. like you’d have to be an idiot not to know how he feels.

he would probably confess to you by accident. like he’s on the phone talking to you one night when he lets an “i love you” slip out and then he panics and hangs up and panics a little more because he definitely could have just played it off like it was a friendly thing — why did he just do that???

he’s still very embarrassed about it when he sees you the next day, but you just tell him it’s okay, you love him too, and kiss him on the cheek. now he’s blushing like crazy, but he decides he has to tell you that he didn’t mean it the way that you do, as a friend.

soobin is fully expecting you to reject him and things to get awkward, but instead you get really shy. and he’s so confused until finally you gather the courage to look at him and admit that you feel the same.

he would get so excited! like he ends up grabbing your lil face in his giant hands and kissing you before he can even think about what he’s doing.

he lets go of you like you’re on fire once he realizes what he just did, but you just giggle and go up on your tip toes to kiss him back.

WHAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE LIKE

soobin is the kind of boyfriend to take pictures of you everywhere. like whether you’re eating something or sleeping with your head in his lap or just sitting next to him on your phone, he thinks you look so pretty and he’s like, “look at me and smile for a second!”

he’s always offering you his clothes to wear. this is really for him more than it is for you, but he acts like it’s because he saw you “shivering” or because you need “dress more warmly.”

even after dating you for a while, you still make soobin’s heart race. he thinks everything you do is the cutest thing ever. like even just the thought of you makes him smile so big.

one time, yeonjun paid you ₩6500 to do aegyo for soobin and he almost collapsed on the spot. like he actually squealed. he couldn’t stop giggling at you and pinching your cheeks.

soobin is 100% that giant dog who still thinks he’s a puppy. he’s always laying on top of you or draping himself across your lap. he also loves wrapping his arms around your middle and burying his head in your neck to sleep.

you and binnie rarely argue, but when you do it’s hard on both of you. you hate being angry at each other. most of your problems are easily talked out, so when you actually fight it’s usually over something stupid. you can only be mad at each other for a few hours before one of you caves and calls the other one and within a few minutes you’re both apologizing.

once, when you were sick, you had to stay home for a few days and could barely move. soobin was so worried about you that he actually cried. he denies it now, of course, but you still like to tease him about it.

you share almost everything. music, clothes, tv shows (you watch a lot of dramas together). being as busy as you are, you like having these things in common. they help you feel connected to each other even when you’re physically separated.

NSFW HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT

i feel like soobin is either a complete pillow prince or such a giver. maybe both actually.

like i can totally see him just laying back and being so mesmerized by every move you make and showering you with praise.

picture: riding him with his hands on your hips, his fingers wandering over to play with your clit while he mouths at your neck and collarbones.

he isn’t too much into dom and sub roles. he just likes what feels good so i think he would be down to experiment with you. like anything he does to you, he wants you to do it back, just to see how it felt for you.

but if you’re like a big dom or the cutest lil sub, he would happily fulfill either of those roles for you and be completely satisfied. again, he’s just happy to be there. he’s not hard to please.

something he realizes is that he has a thing for eating you out. like he’s always like:

“you did such a good job on this, baby. lemme eat you tf out.”

“ugh, you’re so pretty today. lemme eat you tf out.”

“who’s my good girl? aigoo, such a good girl. lemme eat you tf out.”

etc, etc.

he also LOVES seeing you in panties. there’s just something about them. panties and the little wet spots you leave behind whenever you’re really turned on. 100% he’ll make you take them off and hand them to him.

he also has the biggest oral fixation. he always wants to have something in his mouth, whether that’s your pretty heat, your fingers, or just your neck. he also likes having his fingers in your mouth or watching you drool over his cock. even just watching you eat something a little messily can turn him on.

sex with binnie would always be so playful and giggly. one of you always starts smiling in the middle of it and then neither of you can stop.

aftercare is really important for both of you. when soobin subs, he gets really sensitive and clingy, so he likes cleaning up as quickly as possible and cuddling in soft clothes. but when you sub, you like taking bubble baths. soobin always treats you very gently in those moments, wanting you to feel as loved as you make him feel after he subs.

#txt #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt smut #choi soobin #soobin imagines #soobin as a boyfriend #soobin fluff #soobin smut #soobin x reader #tomorrow x together #txt headcanons #txt scenarios #txt blurbs

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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 3 years

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Walking Space Heater

Word Count: 2700+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Cinder Fall, Neopolitan, Emerald Sustrai, Mercury Black

Pairing: Cinder Fall/Neopolitan

Summary: Written (late) for Day 4 of @spice-cream-week 2021, “There Was Only One Bed.”

With the heat of both her Semblance and the Maiden powers, Cinder's body is much warmer than the average person's. So long as she's still by her side, Neo intends to take full advantage of that.

~0~

This is definitely a step down from the Haven dorms. Neo’s thumbs moved lightning-fast over the keyboard of her Scroll. Don’t they have ANY concept of personal space here?

She could say something about Roman’s excessive use of emojis. But looking at his messages, she could hear his laughter clearly in her head, and she had no problem with that.

wtm? you got stuck with a shitty roommate? I’ll come and get her for you idgaf

That elicited the breathy noises that were the closest Neo got to laughter. Truthfully, she probably wouldn’t have minded sharing a room much in and of itself. It might even have been fun to mess with Emerald and Mercury in their own space.

But no, she’d ended up with the only one that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Cinder Fall was calm, collected, and incredibly competent. Neo didn’t necessarily dislike her. She thought that they got along fairly well, in fact. But that didn’t mean that she trusted her.

Roman was content to stay in the dark about what exactly her ultimate design was beyond Beacon’s destruction, having already accepted the fact that they would be overwhelmed by it. It still gnawed at Neo, though. Thus far her only clues had been the couple private calls that Cinder had taken, and the way Haven’s headmaster cringed like a kicked puppy whenever he caught sight of her.

Sure, the man was jumpy enough in general, but Cinder — or, more accurately, whatever force had moved Cinder to the Academies — made him cower. Even Neo’s most devilish smile couldn’t do that.

She’s...not bad. She definitely likes me more than she likes you.

Now, did that really require five laughing emojis after I can live with that lol?

And

Neo’s thumb hovered over the screen. For the first time in several minutes, she glanced up from where she was curled up tightly on the covers of her bed.

Cinder was perfectly at ease on her own bed, leaning back against a stack of pillows with her Scroll open in front of her face. Still rifling through the records of all the Academy students, no doubt. Casting her great and bloody show, for which every little thing had to be perfect. It wasn’t enough that she was sending Emerald and Mercury out to run recon and collect as many relevant details about their players as possible. No, she had to study up herself for hours on end.

Neo was willing to play her own part, but it all seemed very boring to her. Certainly her interim leader could use a break. She returned her attention for one moment more to her Scroll:

I think she would be fun to play with.

Ignoring the several question marks sent in reply, Neo pocketed her Scroll and slipped off her bed. Moving soundlessly was one of the first skills she had ever had to master, and she still considered it her most important.

Cinder was still too engrossed in her research to notice as she crept across the carpet and climbed onto the other bed. Or maybe she just didn’t care enough to acknowledge her. She certainly didn’t look surprised when Neo’s head poked through the hole between her arms and her Scroll.

“Oh,” she said, smirking, in a tone that she might use with a stray cat that had come up to her in the street. “Hello there. Looking for some entertainment?”

Neo gave her her best strawberry-ice-cream smile, and scooted closer. From the meager rations of physical contact she meted out to Emerald, she wasn’t sure how much Cinder liked being touched, so she proceeded with care, little by little. It seemed to be acceptable: she stayed very still, but allowed Neo to settle down on her chest, resting her head against her shoulder.

“Or are you just lonely?”

Neo hummed thoughtfully, letting herself relax: not all the way, but just enough. This was nicer than she had expected, she had to admit. Cinder was dressed like she had been in the first round of the Vytal Festival: sleeveless jacket, long pants, and sarashi. Neo’s cheek rested mostly on bare skin, and though of course she had seen Cinder’s Semblance before (as well as the flames that didn’t quite seem to fit with it), it was much warmer than she had thought it would feel. Softer, too, with the scents of wood smoke and spicy perfume clinging to it.

“Well?”

Neo rolled lazily over onto her back, looking up at Cinder’s Scroll to see what she had been so busy scrutinizing. Hm. Several pictures of that Mistrali girl from the cereal commercials, accompanied by a passage about her Semblance which had been highlighted in a few places. There was one more tab open with an acronym on it, but that was it.

Nothing that could tell Neo anything about their situation that she hadn’t already guessed at. And what was more, absolutely nothing that could be more interesting to her temporary partner than her.

Clearly, Cinder could use a lesson on how to properly spend an evening. Dastardly planning, which seemed to be her only form of recreation, just wasn’t going to cut it.

So Neo helpfully reached up, laid her hands over Cinder’s, and pushed the Scroll shut for her. She put her pointer finger to the outside of her nose; her new teammates might not be picking up Valerian Sign Language particularly well, but she hoped the long, exaggerated twist away from her face coupled with a dramatic sigh got the message across equally well: Cinder, I am bored to tears.

Cinder tilted her head, puzzled but smiling. She slipped her Scroll into her pocket and wrapped an arm around Neo’s waist.

“Well, in that case, I’d be happy to give you some attention.”

Neo made as pleased a sound as she could muster up, and snuggled up to Cinder, as close as she could get. It might have been dark and cool outside, but she felt as if she were napping on a sunbeam. Rolling over to lay her head on Cinder’s chest, she could imagine that there was a powerfully burning fire inside it in place of a beating heart, whose heat was palpable, just beneath the skin.

She tried to look more sweetly smug than actually impressed, but gods, she had never felt anything like this.

Cinder held her tightly in both arms now, fingertips scratching lightly between her shoulder blades, and Neo nearly purred. Years of pulling back bowstrings had turned those arms wiry and oh so strong. All at once, she completely understood why Emerald was always trying to earn one of these rare hugs.

And speaking of which...

Neo wasn’t sure how long she spent in the lap of luxury, only that she felt like she might actually fall asleep in it, as toasty warm as it was. Cinder had switched from rubbing her back to stroking and playing with her hair, which, in her experience with other people, was a welcome first. But she was jolted back to full awareness when their dorm room door slammed angrily open.

Blinking, Neo lifted her head. She caught the lingering scents of jungle juice and sweat incoming, before she saw Emerald stalking inside, barely hanging onto her last scrap of patience. Mercury stumbled in after her, wearing a huge grin and mirrored shades that Neo was fairly certain did not belong to him.

Cinder smirked. “I was wondering when you two would be back. How did it go?”

Emerald forced a halfway convincing smile for her leader. “It was...interesting. Though not quite as informative as I was h—”

The smile froze on her face when she turned to look directly at Cinder, and saw Neo lounging in her lap like a spoiled cat.

Neo smirked, and signed, Party fun? With the reputation Vytal Festival house parties had, hopefully Emerald had gotten some attention as well.

“Oh, it was great!” Mercury shrugged off his jacket and pitched it into his and Emerald’s room, littering their carpet with brownie crumbs. “We saw a lot of everybody, didn’t we, Emmy?”

While Emerald tried to take a cue from Cinder and set him on fire with her eyes, Cinder herself just closed her Scroll with a soft laugh.

“Well, you can tell us all about it in the morning. We should all get some rest now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You got it, boss...”

Neo watched them slink into their room, where muffled bickering started up as soon as the door closed, but did not move until she felt a gentle pat on her thigh.

“You too, dear. Go on.”

Though she made a show of huffing about it, Neo got up off Cinder’s bed and went back across the room.

Her own bed felt cold and uninviting now. Catching up on the several missed texts from Roman (including but not limited to what do you mean by that lmao, hey Neo dont leave me out of the loop :), Neo tf are you doing to her O_o, NEO) did make her smile, but as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wish that she didn’t have to return to being alone just yet.

~0~

This was not at all the solution to that problem that she had envisioned, but Neo knew very well how to deal with whatever life threw at her.

She had never been to Atlas, and while she had to roll her eyes at its decadence, she couldn’t say she hated the place. Cinder, on the other hand, never answered outright when Neo tried to ask if she had ever been here before, but every bitter hiss from her about Atlas elites that had not been asked for gave her a general idea. It had taken them a while to find a vacant apartment to squat in, especially considering that there was an entire chunk of the city that Cinder refused to even go near.

But now here they were, and it was empty around them and quiet outside. The blackout curtains shielded them from the city lights. In pitch darkness the two of them were curled up together in the place’s one bed.

Cinder had initially balked at the idea of sharing it, insisting that Neo take an extra blanket and find somewhere else to curl up. So barky with her orders these days, and so on edge, too. Neo was beginning to wonder how she had ever thought of this woman as calm and collected.

In any case, she didn’t see what her once-again partner’s problem was. She had invited Neo into her bed with her before, hadn’t she? Maybe not to sleep, but still. And she was far from squeamish; she wouldn’t make a fuss about the scarring and empty eye socket on full display. As such, she ignored the demand, and simply undressed, got under the covers, and gestured for Cinder to join her.

After some indignant spluttering, Cinder threw up her hands and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t come out until Neo had turned the lights off and laid there long enough that she might reasonably have fallen asleep. Even then, she slipped in quietly, gingerly, and stuck close to the edge of the bed.

Now, that just would not do. Atlas was much too cold for that kind of nonsense.

Neo rolled over under the blankets, feeling just as bold as last time, but exercising even more care, Cinder being so volatile lately. She went out of her way to be heard, so it wouldn’t startle Cinder to be touched. She knew her bedmate was awake: though she lay very still, her breathing was nowhere near relaxed enough for her to be asleep.

Cinder didn’t jump when she felt Neo wrap her arms around her waist, but she did go still as a statue.

“Neo,” she growled, low in her throat, “what are you doing? I’m not in the mood for—”

Neo nuzzled her bare shoulder in a way she hoped was reassuring, as she pressed up against her back. Fortunately for her, Cinder’s new arm was tightly bandaged up for the night, so she didn’t have to risk touching the awful thing. Only human skin, just as fiery warm as before. Even the wood smoke smell remained.

As had happened so often since the Fall of Beacon, Neo caught herself writing a text to Roman in her head, wryly telling him that he was right, she shouldn’t have thought so hard about where Cinder’s flames came from, because she would never in a million years have hit on the right answer.

She gave her head a shake, and resisted the urge to glance back at the bowler hat perched neatly on a bedpost. If she started thinking too hard about that, she would never get to sleep either. There would be time, when the sun came up, to consider some more whether the woman in her arms was the key to her revenge, or its target all along.

Right now, the darkness was peaceful and the blankets thick and soft around them, and the heat of their bodies grew more soporific every moment. Comfort was a rarity in both of their lives. They ought to savor it whenever it came their way.

Cinder let out a long, exasperated huff, clearly not sharing the opinion.

“Couldn’t you just hug a pillow?” she grumbled. But there was no bite in her voice.

Neo smiled against her skin, entwining her legs with Cinder’s. Now, she would have said, were her hands not occupied, where would be the fun in that?

“...Fine. Just don’t think you’re going to make this a regular thing.”

Oh, she absolutely was, so long as they were staying in the coldest part of the world and she was in the company of a walking space heater.

As such, Neo ignored the question and snuggled closer. She was trying her best to communicate “calm down and go to sleep” through body language alone, so to feel Cinder slowly but surely relaxing in her arms, eventually going limp, was deeply gratifying. Almost fascinating.

From nights spent in the Beacon dorm room and Mistrali inns, Neo already knew that Cinder talked in her sleep. Most of what she said was sluggish and toneless as well as nonsensical, but sometimes it was a series of fierce snaps or pained moans. It came as no surprise to Neo that when, just as she was starting to doze off herself, she was woken back up by her partner’s twitching and yelping.

“No...don’t take...I’m...!”

Neo sighed drowsily, and tightened her embrace, humming as soothingly as she could. Her inability to speak never really bothered her, but there were times like this when it didn’t exactly help her, either. At least she could keep Cinder from thrashing around and hurting one of them: if that arm decided to act up while its host was in distress, she had zero faith in the bandages to hold those claws back.

It’s okay, she thought, hoping that somehow it would get across, just relax, you’re all right...

Nightmares never lasted forever. Neo had woken with her stomach still in free fall from enough dreams of plummeting wildly through a Grimm-infested sky to know that. Still, she hoped that her attempts at calming had helped this one pass quickly. Cinder’s mumbling devolved into moans, then to frantic whimpers, then finally to something close to the restful breathing that Neo had almost fallen asleep to before.

Neo took a deep breath of her own. She was too tired to smile, but leaned in to press a kiss to the back of Cinder’s neck, the ends of her short hair tickling her nose. To her surprise, she felt a burn scar here, too: thin and faded, but winding around her neck like garrote wire. Somehow she didn't think that Ruby had done this. But she certainly wasn't going to ask who had. They weren't going to discuss any part of this in the morning.

So she kissed her neck once more, soft and just a bit more sincere, before closing her eyes again.

Good night.

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songsorter28 · 4 years

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Blackpink: The Album Review

Okay, this is the first time i’ve done this and the truth is i don’t know how, so i’ll just try my best.

First of all: I am a Jennie biased blink. That means I have no trustworthy sense of criticism when it comes to them and if you do, this is probably not the place for you. I will try to talk about this album with a sense of criticism, but sometimes, i’m just gonna like a song because it’s blackpink and y’all just gotta deal with it.

BUT, I am not afraid of saying i don’t like things that the pinks have said it to like, which is actually how i’m starting this review. So, if you guys are all about loving the girls and emotion and “think about how they must feel” this is a decision made by the girls, this place is also not for you either. I am a blink and i share a lot of love for those four women, but i am also a consumer of their work as artists. I will complain if I didn’t get something I thought was necessary as a viewer and listener for my money and attention to be spent. I will not, of course, hate on them in any way.

Ok, before anything:

1) English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. 2) Here, we’re gonna talk about the cover, pre-release single choices, writing credits, tracklist and my honest opinion about the album as a whole.

a) The Cover:

There’s not a lot to talk about but the fact that it’s gorgeous, but simple. I didn’t understand why a crown if the name was The Album (something unoriginal to be honest, but i’m not 100% against it) and there’s no reference to royalty throughtout the album besides maybe Jennie’s rap “didn’t want to be a princess”. I did find the cover visually pleasing tho, could be much more embarrasing.

b) Writing credits and Track List:

This one is quick. I’m extremely glad Jennie and Jisoo were credited as songwriters (Jennie as well as a composer) but Teddy gotta give Danny Chung to god. He hates rapper Jennie and he’s the reason Lisa doesn’t write. He’s always in charge of the raps so teddy gets confortable and Lisa doesn’t get a chance to write her own verses, which is something the sure thing cover showed us she can do. Also, he hates rapper Jennie to the point where she had to write her rap on the title track (wich is good, but, you know what i mean) and wasnt even given a chance to write more than 8 seconds. Melanie I hope this is the last time you were here. Loren you can stay. Tommy and Ryan yall were cute we had fun but it’s over let’s move one (seriously, these producers really made me appreciate Teddy more lmao pls sir never leave us). Okay that’s it. Now, to the track list.

I will be talking about the fact this shouldn’t even be called a full album on the My Honest Opinion About The Album As A Whole topic.

1. How You Like That

I say my opinion more detailed on the next topic but at at essence. Cute. A good opener to the album and what is to come, but too much of a bside to even be a pre release single.

6.5/10

2. Ice Cream

Again, my opinion it’s on the next topic. Cute song. Loved Chaennie’s high notes and wish i didn’t know english so the rap didnt sound that silly. Not as bad as blinks and non blinks make it out to be.

6.12/10

3. Pretty Savage

I kinda also talked about that in the next topic lmao. It has everything a blackpink song should have. There’s been some controversy about Lisa “born skinny bitch” but Lisa was talking about herself since she has been body shamed through her whole career. She was right and she should say it. You’re entitled to feel uncomfortable but that’s just the thing she wasn’t talking about me or you. She was taking her pain and wearing like an armor. This was a diss track for the haters. Taking that away from her because of our own issues it’s kinda mistreating hers.

8.82/10

4. Bet You Wanna

Yes you guessed it right I talk more about it next topic. It’s a bop. Loved Jennie here. She has such a versatile voice I was very proud to hear her. And Cardi was also good. Just hope Lisa will get her rap part live cause she didn’t have much lines here. But I loved Jenlisa’s brigde. Rosé’s adlibs peak perfection and Jisoo’s chorus and english that’s what i’m talking about. The chorus can be a little repetitive and it kinda ends a bit suddenly but it doesnt bother me much.

8.37/10

5. Lovesick Girls

WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS MASTERPIECE OTHER THAN BEST BLACKPINK TITLE TRACK? Love that for me. It was so different than anything they’ve done so far, the lyrics were AMAZING, the message behind it also, the visuals in the MV, storylinne, RAPPER JENNIE OMG, she got the most memorable line “didn’t want to be a princess, i’m priceless” i love her tf the shade to the yg princess title and her scene in the car and in the mental hospital(will not touch on the controversies cause that was annoying) also Lisa’s rap/singing with a flow in the begining her voice OMG I WAS SHOOKEDT. Jisoo’s high note in the brigde? Rosé?? perfect.

10/10

6. Crazy Over You

Rapper Jennie for the last time with a 8 second rap again but LET’S BE POSITIVE. A bop. I loved the i. went. crazy. over. you. I love the lyrics. It bother a bit this much english but it’s bp’s idendity so i’m fine with it.

8.5/10

7. Love To Hate Me

This was a predictable song in the best possible way. Easily one of their best songs. There’s honestly nothing left to say. Also. Lisa’s rap. Maybe Danny Chung deserves some points. It even felt like she was a feat in the song like her flow yall just perfection.

9.4/10

8. You Never Know.

Great song I left with depression.

I like how this album talks with haters and blinks, it really shows a different side from the pinks. Only a few know the emotion Jennie starting off “but you never know unless you walk in my shoes [...] cause everybody sees what they wanna see, it’s easier to jugde it than to believe”. It was written by Loren, a close friend from the girls and the boy who’s Jenlichaeng boyfriend in the LSG’s MV and Bekuh Boom, a producer who’s been with them for really long, but if anyone got a conspirancy theory that they were involved in the songwriting process of the song, sign me up. You don’t need proves. I believe you. ALSO JISOO GOT MOST LINE ON THIS ONE and we got singer Lisa. After a while, it become my favorite song from the album. Now, it’s my favorite song from their discography. Debate your mother.

9.62/10

c) Pre-Release single Choices:

I can’t stress about this enough. Whoever was in charge for the single choices needs to go to jail. Not that HYLT is bad (at all) but comparing to the rest of the songs, it look MUCH more like a powerful bside than Love To Hate Me and Pretty Savage ever will. I will lecture later how Pretty Savage was the perfect choice to first release single, just wait. Now, to the controversial Ice Cream. To be honest, i found the song super cute and i think the MV was one of their best. It was different and refreshing, love that for me. But the whole sequence of events that turned out to that disasterous twitter timeline, with constant attacks to the girls especially Lisa over things they cannot control such as line distribuition and a sabotage from antis on yt comment section, was something I kinda already saw it coming. Ice Cream is Blackpink’s most successful single to date, but it was a bad choice from the start (I will talk about that in a second). For starters, YG decided not to promote the song well. While announcing the single, they gave us a poster with pictures from a summer package released months before. And each week they kept doing that, only using actual teaser photos in the release week. The hype was pretty much out. I can’t say my timeline is 100% blink because i have way too many fandoms that i’ve been following for longer than i’ve known kpop, but compared to the HYLT hype, they were pretty down and that’s on YGE. Also, ever since coachella, it’s been antecipated by fans and artists the possibility of a Blackpink x Ariana Grande (one of the most popular singes these last couple of years). The idea of an Aripink collab got blinks (who were already with an eye wide open after Blackpink was seen with Tommy Brown, Ari’s basically oficial producer, who has been producing for her ever since her second album and was reponsible for many hits of her latest project, Thank U, Next, such as 7 rings and Thank U, Next) even more hyped when YG announced (one of those old photoshoot posters. I’m sorry I will never let that go that company is so trash) that Blackpink’s second release was going to be a collaboration with a western artist, and Ariana herself like Jennie’s instagram post about the next single. I cannot put in words the reaction of my twitter timeline when YG confirmed that the collab was actually with Selena Gomez.

Now, on a more personal note.

You see, I actually like Selena. I like her songs, besides the critics. Perfect is pop perfection. Waverly Place is the best disney show ever since That’s So Raven. But, to a collab made to the US market, and besides the success of Rare, Selena isn’t a sales force like Adele or Taylor Swift, nor a streaming force like Ariana Grande. Nothing takes my theory that this was supposed to be an aripink collab but, for some reason, she dipped and then interscope (blackpink us label and selena’s label) picked her. Selena showed us a good time and promoted the girls more than YGE did but, it wasn’t a surprise when the song didn’t get a top 10 (a top 13 is really good tho, don’t get me wrong).

Now back to the story telling

Selena was more than a feat, she sang the whole damn song, getting more vocal lines the the entire vocal line. She’s only a few seconds behind Lisa, who got the most lines in general. I understand that it is a collab, but this is the girls’ single. Why would they want to listen to them for only 16 seconds, the amount of time Rosé got? That set a bunch of solo stans (something that exists more in this fandom than everywhere else) to boycoitt the release, a huge fansite even taking out their funds for the full album (that was low, even for a solo account. JisooBar, you aint seeing heaven). Did i think it was a little of overeacting? As someone who’s an army that had to handle Not Today’s line distribuition, and especially since we’re talking about the main vocalist, someone who will for sure have more lines in the future (as she did), kinda. But, like i said, it was a bomb getting ready to explode at any minute. If it wasn’t that it’d be something else. That being said, NOTHING will ever justify the nastyness y’all did with Lisa and even Jennie’s comment section. Nothing. That was ridiculous even for solo stans. BUT for people who got worried about Lisa’s lack of posts after the release, don’t worry. She didn’t post a lot because Thailand is going through some stuff and I don’t think she has YGe’s permission to talk about it (when I catch the ones in power on that company istg).

Wow, that was long. At essence, it was a bad choice for several reasons, but i enjoyed the song a lot. Can’t wait for the live performances with chaesoo’s lines.

Now, back to HYLT. It was greatly promoted, it stopped Zico’s (huge in korea) releases and a bunch of other big artists in South Korea. Got 7 Perfect All-Kills and would’ve gotten more than 12 if the charts weren’t reforming at the time. It also broke a lot of records, and repeated Sour Candy’s position on the bb100 on #33. It’s another very Blackpink song that I enjoyed but kinda aged. Many non blinks didn’t like it but it’s not like they were ever going to admit they liked a bp song. They’re annoying. The song’s biggest problem is probably the 2015 edm in the chorus. Like. Teddy. You gotta let that go. It’s time. He kinda heard us in the album. But, these kinds of songs are very liked by the general public, especially the korean one. An interview was made asking the general public if blackpink should change concepts and they said a bit fat no. So that tells what you need to know. And that it why i think Pretty Savage should have been the first pre release single.

Okay, let me tell you another series of event. Back on november 2019, when we were starving because YGe does not like money, BlackpinkBar, a big fansite, payed trucks to be sent to YG building during a whole day demanding for better treatment to Blackpink. You can find all the demands online, but at essence, when it came to music related, blinks always mention: Jisoo’s lines, screen time and blackpink in your area, Main Rapper Jennie, Lisa dance break, Rosé’s high note. On HYLT, we got nothing. And everyone had to shrug it off saying it was just a pre release single, BUT it would be better hyped by blink and the hype to the second pre release would’ve lasted longe if PRETTY SAVAGE, who has basically all of that, was the pre release single. It would’ve assured us of so much. Jisoo said bp in your area twice, she RAPPED, she was singing, she could’ve had more screetime and center time especially bc she’s on all chorus. Jennie Main Rapper would go back and we wouldn’t have to be blue balled (which caused the ice cream meltdown)every single release and only having to wait till the title track and only to have a 8 SECOND RAP. I won’t talk about that now. Moving on. Rosé wouldn’t get a high note, but she would’ve gotten the brigde all to herself and the next pre release single, bet you wanna (wait for it), she would get those incredible adlibs. And Lisa’s dance break. Not only this is bp’s most danceable song and has a bunch of lisa’s raps, it also has jennie’s outro, where for a least 20 seconds lisa could’ve thrived. Yall we were robbed.

Now, real quick, back to Ice Cream. In a perfect world (or just a world where YG’s current ceo) had brains, if they wanted a collaboration to show the pink side of blackpink, with a poppy song and sassy lyrics, the artist not to be in the whole song, and to have an artist who would driven attention from the locals and is a big streaming force, THEY WOULD’VE CHOSEN BET YOU WANNA. My biggest problem with bet you wanna is Lisa’s lack of lines, which could cause stuff and well we just miss her they could have added a rap even for 8 seconds, BUT, seeing her all around pretty savage and knowing she’s gonna have Cardi’s rap during live performances would cool things down. Since we were in the middle of a pandemic, instead of a mv like ice cream where they had to do it separately, they could’ve done something like IU’s eight. A huge part in animation and a few with people. Literally YG why are you so dumb. Bye.

d) My Honest Opinion About The Album As A Whole:

I did some math (lol) and my rank for The Album is 8.4. It’s easily one of the best releases from this year and I loved it so much, but something were left to be desired and i think i could pass everything and just turn a blind eye at things, except one: the fact we waited for 4 years, watched all ggs and yg groups getting comebacks last semester and only got 8 songs. Loona is releasing a mini album with that amount of songs. Stray Kids and BTS’s mini albums are longer than that. It was bad enough KTL had 4 songs and a remix (a joke) with 2 songs lacking raps and no rapper jennie only for them to carry YG’s dirty name after what their protected boys did. I legit hate it here they didn’t even had 30 minutes, their longest song wasn’t even 4 minutes. Also, before anyone says anything about the girl’s interview about quality over quantity. I’d like to say that i understand them having that when it comes to have one comeback a year and i’m honestly okay with that. But their first full album? 8 songs? Are you kidding me? Like I said, I’m a consumer. I refuse to receive this half assed excuse about quality over quantity when they had more than enough time to produce and write more than 8 quality songs? what, is impossible to write more than one song per moth? these songs have formulas, they can be made more than 8 times. A blackpink album its more than a thousand reals here. That 90% of a sallary. And please don’t come with the “if you don’t want it just don’t buy it” “you can just unstan them” bc that’s not the case. I love their songs. I love the girls. But I’m a consumer of their art and if they want to be takend seriously as artists, they gotta do more than 8 songs on a full album. It’s unfair to anyone that isn’t a diehard fan willing to sell out an overpriced photobook in hours. That’s not the only kind of fan blackpink needs. they need the store locals, the people who are not on twitter or tumblr or instagram. Cause those locals are gonna stay like they stayed with adele and taylor swift. stan twitter is much more likely to leave them with time.

Side note: I’m tired of commenting on rapper Jennie so I’ll just say Jennie deserves better than 8 second raps as the main rapper of the group. That doesnt mean I want Lisa to not rap or to Jisoo not to sing, as many will say bc apparently that’s what people hear when we say main rapper who trained for 6 years to be a main rapper should rap on at least most title tracks even if not on all songs.

But yeah, that’s it. Besides the unfortunate final note, I loved The Album and now Blackpink it’s my second most listened artist of all time. They were top 13 before the album.

#Blackpink Jisoo Jennie Rosé Lisa TheAlbum The Album AlbumReview Album Review Kpop

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Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Chapter 13: The 4pm Bookstacks (Part 3)

Previously: we met the fifth mystery of the school, Tsuchigomori, and poor Yashiro and Kou had quite the embarrassing time sharing some of their secrets. We also learned about the possible threat of a traitor among the mysteries and about Hanako’s drastic plan that consists of destroying the yorishiros before any of them have the chance of go on a rampage like it happened with Yako. After some funny moments and some adorable bonding time with our main trio, Tsugochimori agreed to guide them to his yorishiro. Oh! And Tsuchigomori seems like a huge grumpy tease and I already kinda love him. So yeah......

Now onto the next chapter!

Ahhh it’s nice to be back. Not only I was too busy studying but I’m also dealing with a cold at the moment, so I’m really glad that I get to take this weekend off to rest. So what better way to do it than this? I’m so excited!

There’s a lot going on here. I’m not sure who the figure kneeling on the ground could be. (EDIT: Hello, this is future me after reading this chapter and also chapter 14, and: Would this be Tsuchigomori? since everything else here hints at the conversation he had with Hanako in the memory we saw. Also and I could be reaching with this the fact that he’s in this position, kneeling before Hanako who is holding the lunar rock and what I assume to be his own book seems significant. Because I often associate a kneeling position with two main emotions: devotion and defeat. And here I think it could be trying to convey the latter. Like, Tsuchigomori knew that Hanako was clearly going through a lot but didn’t do anything about it because his book said that he would turn up fine, that this child would have a secure and happy future despite it all. But then he died, way too soon, when he still was just a child. And now here he remains at the school, as the seventh mystery, Hanako-san. And idk despite this grumpy attitude Tsuchigomori tries to maintain, he seemed to be obviously distraught by what happened; like, it wouldn’t be weird to me if he felt some degree of guilt because he didn’t try to help more)

Besides that, there seem to be newspaper clippings? also bandages and possibly rubbing alcohol? also tweezers? Quite a few items that one can find in a first aid kit, if that’s the case.

And then there’s the main focus of the image: Hanako holding a rock of some sort and,... his own book? maybe? that’s my best since it seems to be black. ...........wait, could we possibly find out more about him this chapter??? ohhhhhhh now I’m even more excited. But yeah, there’s also a rope (?) tied to his pinky finger. Could that be a reference to the red string of fate? That’s the only thing that comes to mind. God, I have so many questions and this is barely the first page, I need to move on or we’ll be here forever.

But yeah, we’re right where we left off last time and Tsuchigomori is leading them to his yorishiro.

Update: Still hot

Kou and Hanako are pumped to get this done but oh! it seems like Tsuchigomori is only gonna let Yashiro go with him since she’s the one that will destroy the yorishiro. Also, he calls her “kannagi girl” and: “a medium or shaman, usually female, who acts as a medium between humans and the spirits or gods, helping to communicate between the two and to calm any supernatural or spiritual upset”. That’s interesting. Is that just a general term that is used to refer to humans who have this ability? Yashiro has it because she’s Hanako’s assistant and because of the bond they share, right? Or would there be another reason for it? Like, could she have had this ability even if she didn’t have this connection with Hanako? Because she was still able to see him the first time she went to the bathroom...but I guess she still wasn’t able to touch him there, so maybe she wouldn’t have been able to touch a yorishiro either if they hadn’t been linked together.

Well, Hanako says it just means that she’s his assistant, so I guess we can leave it at that.

Kou is not happy at all with the idea of letting Yashiro go alone with Tsuchigomori (can’t say I really blame him, I mean, even if I don’t think he’s a bad guy, they just learned he’s a supernatural being just a few minutes (?) ago). The man in question just asks Hanako if he can’t trust him to not do anything to Yashiro and Hanako ends up agreeing to let her go but

That’s a warning if I’ve ever seen one. Like, “you better take good care of her or else”, you know? That’s the feeling it gives me.

But yeah, Yashiro ends up going alone with Tsuchigomori. Am I worried about her? I mean, yeah, a bit. Again, he doesn’t give me bad vibes and I don’t think he will try anything, but Yashiro tends to find herself in risky situations way too often so the possibility is always there.

The place looks like a cave of some sort and it seems to be filled with gemstones and ohhh now I understand their presence in that one colour page a couple of chapters ago.

Her sense of self-preservation really is almost non-existent, huh? Yashiro, sweetie, please be careful, please, I beg of y o u

Oh! They keep walking and he asks her about how Hanako and her are getting along and

First: I love my babies so much, their friendship warms my heart. There’s no denying that Hanako is a little shit sometimes (a lot of the time) but he really has been mostly kind to Yashiro since they’ve met.

Second: not only this man is a big tease, but he’s also a softie on the inside, isn’t he? Like, I kinda got that feeling last chapter when he looked so shocked about Hanako’s expression and when he gave Yashiro and Kou head pats, and this just seems like more evidence. From the way he slowly asked the question and how he didn’t look at her while asking, to his surprise stare and his awkward head scratch when she answered, everything screams “I care about these children but I refuse to show it because I have an image to upkeep gdi”. Please tell me he’s gonna be the reluctant father figure, it would be amazing

It sure looks that way, Yashiro, and I’m so here for it.

She asks him if what’s written in the books can be changed because she doesn’t want to have her heart broken by some douche in the future awwww baby. But that’s a very good question, I hadn’t really thought about it. Tsuchigomori says it is “fundamentally impossible to alter the future”. Huh. Okay, that’s interesting. So, even if you were to read your own book, you still wouldn’t be able to change what’s written there? Like, even if you tried to change things, the outcome would still be the same no matter what?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh that’s a cool mechanic. By raising the stakes so high, it gives us a better understanding of how some of the rules of this world work. But it also brings up more questions: like, how does he know that he will be erased if he changes the future? is there a higher entity that oversees these kinds of matters? Hanako had mentioned that he had made a deal with “God” so that his sins would be forgiven, after all.

.................you can’t say that and don’t tell us how this person changed their future! Especially when you’ve emphasized how rare it is! C’mon, now I wanna now!! also what he said to Yashiro is really sweet awww i can see behind your grumpy facade, you can’t fool me

Anyway, they’ve arrived at their destination and wow there are so many big gemstones on top of books! Now I really want to see this room animated. It looks really pretty~

Like Yashiro, I thought that one of those was his yorishiro but nope, we were wrong and thinking about it I guess it makes sense since it would be kinda weird to have it so obviously displayed; like, this room is hidden already but it’s understandable that he would hide it even within the room itself.

omfg Yashiro please that’s rude!

But also! “are ones with the strongest feelings connected to them” + that soft look and that slight smile!! There’s obviously a very important story behind it (again, like we saw with Yako and her scissors) and we’ll learn about it, right? We saw Yako’s memories of Misaki when Yashiro destroyed the yorishiro, so something similar should happen when she destroys this rock-.....wait.......

Okay so I went back to look at the first page of this chapter and

Is that the same rock?? What does that mean?? Is it just for artistic reasons or is it connected? Did Hanako give Tsuchigomori that rock? Is that why he was acting worried about our little ghost boy before? But if that’s the case, when would have this happen? And why would he have such strong feelings connected to it? Are we gonna find out? omg adjshfda

Ohhhhhhhh he says that the one who gifted him that rock was the guy that changed his future! And he mentions that he still doesn’t know why the future changed. And that’s very curious, like, if it is as hard as he mentioned, then it would be nearly impossible, right? But also if that rock is related to Hanako does that mean that he’s the one that changed his future?? how??? please?? I need answ e r s

...................excuse me, what??? um, I have questions, the main one being: how??

He says that he got the rock the day after the moon landing and honestly? the timing of that is impressive, considering he says that this guy wasn’t an astronaut

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is that my ghost child I see??? Oh my god did they meet when Hanako was still alive???? Are we getting his back story so soon??? Okay, I need to. calm tf down and keep reading so I’ll find out ahhhh

Don’t you dare keep me in the dark after dropping a bomb like that, Tsuchigomori! You may be hot and charming but I’ll hunt you down for the answers I need, mister

Ahhhhhhhhhh okay, so she took the seal off, so that should destroy the yorishiro and the boundary, right?

!!!!!!!!!

So we are getting to see the memories connected to the object like with Yako! And there it says the date: 1969-7-22

Oh boy, oh man, here we go

There’s the school!

!!!!!!!!!

∑(;°Д°) !!!!!!!!!! THERE HE IS!!! WHY IS HE SO HURT OH MY GOD WHAT

jfc he’s covered with bruises and cuts. Who would do something like this??? God, that’s horrible and Tsuchigomori says it’s a daily thing? Is it a bad case of bullying? Where are his parents? Because those are not injures he would be able to hide, there are too many and in very obvious places. Hell, all the possibilities running through my head just get worse and worse. Like, it could be that his parents are dead, or that his parents know and don’t care, or even that his parents are the ones behind it and just. god, that would honestly be heartbreaking

He looks so sad and small here. Just an innocent child ffs who would do this to him??

This has been going on for more than a year???? Does no one care about the state this child is in except for Tsuchigomori??? I- okay, deep breaths, I need to calm down and keep reading

(So. Amane Yugi. So we’ve finally got his real name, huh? Is the translation here last name+first name or did the change the order to first name+last name?)

Sorry, it’s just that. I’m so used to seeing Hanako being goofy and silly that seeing him look so defeated and broken here just makes my heart hurt.

Tsuchigomori says that he wants Hanako, or, well, Amane, to talk to him about who is doing this to him because he’s worried who wouldn’t be and Amane says that it isn’t a problem but no, no, baby, it is, no one should even think about hurting you in such a way! And Tsuchigomori says just that: “just what kind of reason could justify hurting someone this bad?”

........................... I honestly feel like crying right now. It really is looking like someone close to him is the one behind this and it’s just fucking horrible someone please stop this train of feels I want to get out (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You know, I have heard that this series gets angstier as the chapters go on but I really. really didn’t expect to get this emotional oh boy

(EDIT: I’ve already read and taken notes for chapter 14 but I’m really tired, so I’ll edit it and upload it tomorrow since I also have to crop the images)

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk spoilers #jshk #tbhk #live blogging

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Belch (I prefer calling him Reg or Reggie to Belch tbh)-

· I see Reggie as more of the enforcer within their group dynamic.

· The other guys can get kind of carried away and he’s the first to tell them to leave you the hell alone if he thinks they’re making you uncomfortable

· After a thorough fucking he’s the one who’d gently kiss your temple and tell you how good you were

· He always lets you sit in the front seat and glares over his shoulder at the others when they whine about it. As far as he’s concerned, it’s HIS car and you deserve the front seat, dammit. (He actually just wants to watch the sun hit your face and keep you away from Patrick)

· The other guys give him hell because he’s so sweet on you but he just can’t help how much he adores you awe

· The others laugh because you would never call him Belch and he blushes every time you call him Reggie

· He’s the one you’d call after all your best friends stood you up for your girls-night-in sleepover plans. He’d hear your disappointed voice and the sniffles and sigh. He shows up at your house 20 minutes later with the fuckboy squad in toe.

· You ask if he’d do a face mask with you and he looks panicked as fuck

· But the second you hit him with those lovey eyes, he relents

· The other guys sit around and snicker as you apply cerulean goo to his face but he couldn’t care less because the smile on your lips is everything to him tbh.

· Henry tells him he’s such a girl, and Belch hits him with some “a real man would do anything to put a smile on his girl’s face” shit and Henry just slinks tf away

· He drives you to school every day, and sometimes when your parents aren’t home, he comes in and eats breakfast with you and helps you finish getting ready.

· He helps you pull your hair back and ties your shoes for you awawawe

· Always opens your car door for you

· You wear his t-shirts to school after spending the night with him and he gets all heart-eyed and thinks you look so cute.

· He sees you in your faded jeans, with a bow in your hair, and his ratty Judas Priest shirt on and his cheeks get all hot cause he just thinks you’re the cutest.

· For his birthday, you go to his house while he’s at work and you and his mom cook him his favorite dinner (chicken parmesan and fettucine), and you and the gang hang up a banner and surprise him.

· You didn’t have much money so you made him a cassette mix tape and take them to the bakery on main street for cupcakes, and you all serenade him right there on the sidewalk outside the shop.

· He tries SO HARD to keep up with your friend drama because he likes that you come to him to talk but fuck, you have so many friends. Who’s Trish?? Where tf did Emma come from? When the hell did Lisa come into the picture?

· Takes care of you on your period like his mom told him to.

Victor

· Vic is the one you go to about your friend drama and knows exactly what you’re talking about.

· “Oh my god who does Lisa think she is talking to Gemma about you like that? I’ll kick her ass idc.”

· Says goodbye with a firm slap on the ass

· Smiles at the tiny squeak you make every time he slaps the ass

· Always gives you candies out of the pockets of his vest

· He says he keeps them to put a smile on your face and you know he stole that shit

· Loves to rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair

· He gets this blissed out, barely conscious look when you gently scrape your nails across his scalp

· Stares in slack-jawed appreciation when you wear those little skirts that sway when you walk

· When you’re having a bad day, he paints your nails

· He notices you getting nervous and scraping the polish off and just grabs your hand away and squeezes it.

· Smacks Patrick over the head for making lewd comments about your body in public

· “Dude, watch your fucking mouth, she’s a lady.”

· You have study hall together, and you sit with your Walkman cassette player in between you, listening to KISS and holding hands, and reading your English class assignments

· KISS is so not his cup of tea but he doesn’t mind them.

· He knows you love them so he sits put and listens anyway

· He learns all the words to all the songs on Smashes Thrashes and Hits from how often you listen to it.

· You two smoked weed together and the guys found you laying outside staring at the clouds together being sappy

· But he kicked their asses for making fun of it

· You bleach his hair for him because he tried to do it himself and got burns on his head

· You teach him how to put coconut oil through his hair to prevent burning, damage and uneven processing

· Henry and Patrick laugh and look on, telling him how soft it is to dye his hair.

· You turn around and tell them how harsh and dangerous bleach can be to the body and offer to put some on THEIR heads.

· They scurry tf away

· He loves to watch you masturbate, and loves when you wear lingerie for them.

· When you and your boyfriends crashed a party, they went off to torture some people but you and Vic were making out on the stairs while all the girls with crushes on him watched

· He lowkey loves showing you off at all times

· For Christmas you made him the coolest sneakers he ever saw

· You bought a pair of canvas kicks from the thrift store and spent hours painting them, and he fREAKED when he saw them

· He loves when you wear that peachy smelling lipgloss but he always ends up with shimmer all over his mouth and the guys laugh at him. Worth it tho.

Henry

· You tell him you got your nails done and he gets this “The fuck are you tellin’ me for?” look on his face.

· You frown. He realizes you just want him to act interested and suddenly he’s like AH YES, THE NAILS, THE FINGERNAILS YES THE NAILS ON THESE PARTICULAR FINGERS ARE LOOKING MIGHTY SPIFFY TODAY YES INDEED

· He notices you painted them his favorite color and has to physically restrain himself from squealing like a schoolgirl because he loves that you love him lmao

· Talks a major talk about what a ladykiller he is but the first time you take your clothes off and he sees your body in only soft lingerie he just stares in awe and appreciation

· He thinks you don’t know (but you definitely know) he stole one of your silky pink camisoles and keeps it stuffed under his mattress.

· He actually wasn’t being pervy, he holds it to him when he sleeps and breathes in that precious smell of delicate perfume and something distinctly you and it blisses him out no matter how stressed he is.

· Always puts his arm around you in public or holds your hand

· When its cold and you didn’t wear a jacket to school, he scolds you because he’s concerned for your health and comfort, and puts his jacket around your shoulders.

· Will beat someone up just for looking at you wrong

· Always is the guy who says he needs to “Defend your honor”

· Its endearing but can be a bit much.

· Always hitting Patrick for disrespecting you

· Always being hit by Reggie for disrespecting you :^)

· Is 90000% outraged when you confess an insecurity

· “What on god’s green earth would you hate your tits for?! Have you fuckin seen them? Your body ‘so fine I’m havin to chase off every man in this damn town, cause they all want my girl.”

· I think he’d be that boyfriend who if you wore a low cut shirt in public would walk around with his hand covering your cleavage cause that shits his eyes only thank you very much.

· “Only yours?” you’d tease. “Damn straight.” he’d reply. “But what about Belch? N Pat n Vic?” you’d say, laughing. “OK, now listen here.”

· Is totally fine sharing you but constantly refers to you as HIS girl.

· Likes you to know who’s in charge.

· One time you sucked his fingers clean after he fingered you and he is still recovering tbqh

· Also one time you called him daddy in public and he came in his fccuccking pants.

· You didn’t know what to get him for his birthday so you just had him over to spend the night and wore pretty underthings and had a night just the two of you.

· You cut his hair. You’re always begging him to let you cut the fucking mullet off but he just won’t hear of it. He thinks he looks badass.

· His hair is really soft tho and you put the mullet into a tiny braid and giggled endlessly.

· He just quirked his eyebrow up at you and asked If he looked sexy.

· Lives for validation

· Tries to offer you aftercare but lowkey useless at it

Patrick

Patricks are the dirtiest

· Rarely allowed to be alone with you

· Loves to say creepy shit just to watch you squirm

· By far the most dominant and thinks aftercare is stupid lmao

· He likes that you somewhat want to impress him

· JEALOUS as hell of how much Henry adores you

· And really, how much they all adore you

· One time he got the sense that you might actually be real

· Which freaks him out, and he can’t shake the feeling

· He compensates for this by going out of his way to make you uncomfortable

· Says creepy shit in public

· Puts his hand up your skirt at the lunch table

· More or less only touches you because he’s allowed to

· He likes your hands a lot, he likes holding them, he likes when you touch him with them because they’re so gentle and soft

· Comes and visits you at night because he just likes to be near you

· At first it was unsettling but now you’re used to it and know he won’t try anything

· As scared as everyone already is of the whole gang,

· They’ll never fuck with you because Patrick is too damn scary

· You had a one-on-one night once

· The next day, the gang came over to hang out and you had welts on your chest from where Patrick dripped candle wax on you, bloodied bite marks on your collarbones and were limping

· Belch punched him in the fucking face

· He knows you probably liked it but the idea of Patrick getting too carried away without anyone there to stop him worries him

· (I honestly think he’s just always looking for reason to punch Patrick lmao. If asked why, he’d shake his head and say “that boy ain’t right” mister fuckin hank hill)

· He likes to brush your hair which is weird to the other guys but you seem ok with it, so…

· The first time you met his mother she was visibly shocked that someone actually wanted to spend time around him yikes lmao

· You wear one of his rings on a necklace because it slides off your fingers

· Gets the roughest with you during sex and the guys are always wary of the fact that you actually seem to enjoy it.

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EVA NOBLEZADA, DEMIGIRL, SHE/THEY. — looks like VIOLET GOTHEL is attending AURADON PREP in auradon. they're the EIGHTEEN year old child of MOTHER GOTHEL (ADOPTED), which means they're from THE ISLE OF THE LOST. heard they're RESOURCEFUL & OBSERVANT, but can also be HOSTILE & SULLEN ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with SWIFT HANDS, SNEAKING OUT AT NIGHT, CUTTING YOUR OWN BANGS.

hello all !! it’s seph once again with a new character ! this time it’s sort of a heavy revamp of one of my much older characters ( think: character i’ve had since 2012 kind of old ) but definitely with some new points i’ve added !! anyways, as per usual, if you wanna hc, hit me tf up on tumblr pms or through discord @ seph !#7477 !!

i. i was born with fire burning ╱

violet lillith gothel.

nineteen. daughter of mother gothel.

spotify. pinterest.

ii. at the root of my heart ╱

╰ ˚ mother gothel had a penchant of taking in children that were not her own, and violet knew from the start that the woman she calls mother really wasn’t hers.

╰ ˚ her real parents were petty thieves shipped off to the isle, who never in their wildest dreams even expected a child. so she was left on the stoop of some random building in a basket, with only a locket and a letter containing her name.

╰ ˚ when mother gothel saw the crying baby on her doorstep, she took her in, raised her as if she were one of her own. she was nice enough to have let violet keep her locket during the first few years of her childhood, though eventually sold it to get food for them.

╰ ˚ maybe it was because she was so small and quiet as a child, or maybe it was because she was the youngest, but gothel was never as harsh to violet, though that didn’t mean she didn’t spit vile words and passive aggressive comments at the girl’s face.

╰ ˚ when she got older, gothel found a use for her small build and her innocent face, and after a few weeks of learning the tricks, violet was sent out to the streets in her free time to pickpocket random passersby and citizens of the isle.

╰ ˚ nobody ever suspected her, of course. how could they, when they looked into her big brown eyes and saw innocence. to them she was just gothel’s youngest child, a charity case who never really spoke that much.

╰ ˚ she was always so quiet, yes, but what she lacked in words she made up for in her observations.

╰ ˚ she was so quiet and so isolated. gothel didn’t keep them in a tower, but she moderated violet’s ins and outs so much that it might as well have been. her contact with the rest of the isle was limited to her schooling and on the days when gothel would let her roam the street to lift valuables from unknowing passersby.

╰ ˚ it also didn’t help that gothel fed her the same lies that she did to rapunzel, that the world beyond their homestead was nasty and filled with ruffians and thugs ( which wasn’t much of a lie now these days, but u get my point ), which made her wary of the world outside what she’s known.

╰ ˚ she has, however, snuck out at night ( though it’s only been a handful of times since she’s done so ), not to interact with the rest of the kids of the isle, but to just walk around the dark paths of the forest near their house, basking in the moon’s glow. the forest has become her friend, and one might argue that it was her only friend, and they’re partially true. friends are hard to come by in the isle, after all.

╰ ˚ when she was chosen to go to auradon, violet had an uneasy feeling in her gut. of course, she was happy to leave the isle, and auradon had much more valuable and expensive things to pickpocket off, but while her life in the isle was never really ideal, she was a bit scared to leave all she’s ever known.

iii. at the base of my throat ╱ personality.

╰ ˚ if you hadn’t noticed, violet isn’t much of a talker, though it’s mostly out of her own volition. to her, her quiet nature = innocence, which fools a lot of people.

╰ ˚ she’s a tad bit naive, yes-- she doesn’t quite believe gothel when she says that the outside world is dangerous, but she does heed a bit of her instructions, which means that she’s very wary and suspicious of literally everyone around her. like !! she doesn’t think that the outside world isn’t inherently bad, she just assumes that a majority of the people are kind of out to get her.

╰ ˚ is probably inwardly judging you so hard right now. while she rarely speaks, her inner monologue is just full of her critiquing others.

╰ ˚ can definitely be perceived as hostile once people look past her ‘innocent’ front and she kind really is?? she takes a lot of caution when handling w people bc again ! ! she still doesn’t trust them

╰ ˚ also when people look past her Innocent™️ front, she is hella Grumpy™️ like she is lit rally the walking definition of ‘do not fucking talk to me or i will stomp you with my hooves’

iv. at the bottom of my lungs ╱

i don’t really have a specific wanted connection for violet, but like i said, if you want to plot something w/ me, hit me up on tumbler or on discord @ seph !#7477

#usoa:intro #listen . . . i was gonna use isabelle fuhrman but then i saw an eva gif icon pac #i just . . . had to

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velvet-tread · 6 years

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so revisiting octavia blake (especially after what we’ve seen of her in s5e06 tonight)... what’s your understanding of octavia blake, in relation to bloodreina and also as one of the most disliked characters in the fandom?

TW – there follows some discussion of abuse so if that is one of your sensitivities, I wish you well and recommend caution with what follows. Are you asking if I still stan Octavia now she’s Blodreina? Because the answer to that is complicated but basically yes. For clarity: stanning, to me, doesn’t involve nailing my colours to the mast and then contorting myself into ever more unlikely shapes to justify every single thing my fave has ever done. It’s possible to love and emphathise with a character, while also acknowledging the terrible things they’ve done or are. Maybe I don’t need to tell you this, but maybe others need to hear it: don’t let ANYONE shame you for loving Octavia. And by that I mean if someone tries, just tune them tf out. They don’t get it, they never will. They aren’t worth your time and energy. Let that truth set you free. So yeah, I still love Octavia, with all her flaws and her sharp edges. I can’t love Blodreina, but while Blodreina is certainly Octavia, Octavia is not Blodreina. Blodreina is the very worst of Octavia. Spoiled, demanding, hard, judgemental, imperious, unyielding, cold, unempathetic and very, very violent. She is the culmination of the story of a non-person, disempowered and locked up under the floor, coming into being and being handed a sword. And power. So much power. She is a product of necessity. She is an amalgamation of Jaha’s lessons, Indra and Kane’s guidance, Kara’s support and Gaia’s teachings. She has a god complex which, imo, can only go the way of Mount Weather. By which I mean it will probably consume everything in its path before blowing to smithereens and taking at least one of our faves down with it. But while Blodreina is certainly real, let’s not get carried away with OCTAVIA IS REVEALED AS FOR THE MONSTER SHE’S BEEN ALL ALONG. Deep breaths everyone, and maybe a sip of water. Blodreina is a persona who enables Octavia to carry out the most monstrous of deeds (hi Jaha!) and live with it. Has Octavia drunk the Blodreina Koolaid? Most certainly. But Octavia embracing her worst is not the same has Octavia being the worst. Also see: Bellamy season 1 and season 3a. Would you look at that A PARALLEL WE LOVE PARALLELS. Blodreina serves a purpose for Octavia-of-the-butterflies too. Because this show is this show and we are never more than a few monologues away from “love is weakness”, Blodreina is also a protective casing that locks away Octavia’s grief, her pain and her misery, her loneliness and self-loathing, along with her vulnerability and empathy. It seems super obvious to me that Octavia’s personal journey this season, apart from trying and presumably failing to keep Wonkru intact, will be about disassociating herself from Blodreina. And that, probably, won’t come without falling spectacularly from grace and facing her pain, and reckoning with the things she’s done. Also see: Bellamy seasons 1-4. Huh. What happens when the exoskeleton crumbles? What’s underneath? What will Octavia-who-washed-Lincoln’s-wounds, come to think about Blodreina and the things she’s done in the name of her people? How will she confront the agony of being Octavia Blake, naked, piteous and vulnerable, the girl under the floor who was denied existence?

I want these things for Octavia. I want the narrative to subject her to the most abject moral scrutiny because that is what you should want for the characters you love. It’s what makes them interesting. It’s what makes them matter. ALSO SEE BELLAMY FOREVER. Now I’ve been in this fandom long enough not to expect many others to see it this way. We are balls deep in moral monochrome here in the Bellarke fandom, and while that gives me pause for a sip of tea and a short prayer to the patron saints of patience, it’s not a situation that anyone can change, least of all me. And why would I? People are free to engage with the show how they want, as long as they stay in their lane.

And look, I get why some people can’t see past some of her sins. I, too, have characters that I dislike with varying degrees of rationality. But objectively, Octavia’s level of moral turpitude is at about the same level as any of the main characters. That’s just a fact. People’s personal preferences, while as valid as any other preference, are just that: subjective opinions. Where I start to sip my tea and raise my eyes to the heavens is when people start presenting their subjective opinions as objective FUCK YOU AND YOUR INBOX truth and thanks but no. It seems to be fanon lore now that Octavia is unempathetic and…it just makes no sense. This is the girl who was filled with wonder at Earth, who refused to let Jasper die even when everyone in camp wanted him to. She saw the humanity in Lincoln when Bellamy, Clarke and Raven could not. She saw the humanity in humanity when all anyone wanted to do was kill each other until they burned in Praimfaya. Wonkru exists because Octavia inspired them with her faith in them. The only way it begins to make sense is when you consider Octavia’s actions through the prism of Bellamy’s experience – which 8/10 is how the BC fandom at least views the show. (Also valid btw. I also project onto my faves! Bellamy among them! But see above for subjective opinion vs objective fact.) With Bellamy, the lack of empathy is real. Octavia, or at least the Octavia of seasons 1-4 high key struggled to see Bellamy as a fully realised person with desires and feelings of his own. But, while this sucks for Bellamy, from Octavia’s perspective it is entirely understandable. No matter how young Bellamy seems to us, to Octavia he is her parent figure. How many of the people on here haven’t put their parents through hell from time to time? I shouldn’t have to point out the bleeding obvious here, which is that teenagers who care deeply about animal welfare, trans rights, LGBTQA+ rights, poverty and climate change can also go through phases of being absolutely fucking awful to their parents. Often, that’s because in our world, teens are subjected to an unholy amount of pressure with which they struggle to cope, and the overspill of that hurt lands on the people responsible for them. It doesn’t make them bad people. And, yes, that can, occasionally, tip over into emotional and, more rarely, physical abuse but we don’t usually call it that. We call that “teenagers being fucking awful” and I am 100% sure that this is the context the writers room is working from. Do I think it’s acceptable, or justified? Hell no. But it’s important to take these narrative threads in the context of the real-world understanding of the people who develop them. This show isn’t created in a vacuum. Now work the scenario I outlined above into a post-apocalyptic landscape with 2x traumatised victims of systemic injustice, one of whom was locked up by the other because of that injustice. Yeah. What is so interesting to me is that the blind spot Octavia has wrt Bellamy – the blind spot that denied him access to the empathy she showed everyone else - has come into play again now she’s Blodreina, but in a different way. After 6 years of having everyone kowtow to her, and after vowing not to love, suddenly Octavia is making concession after concession for her brother at huge personal risk to herself. It might not seem like that to us, or to Bellamy (and legit! I get why, from Bellamy’s POV), but to Octavia it must seem like she’s trying SO HARD to give him what he wants within the framework of what she thinks is achievable. Consider love is weakness. Consider that she throws herself into his arms on sight, in full view of all of her people. Consider being the arbiter of life and death for 6 years. Now consider Bellamy asking her to trust him. She does and is rewarded with a sonic blast. Bellamy delivers her an ultimatum about Echo, and she concedes. She fucking concedes! When has she ever willingly conceded on anything and ESPECIALLY NOW SHE HOLDS THE POWER OF AN EMPEROR? It’s fairly obvious from the Blake siblings sparring session that Bellamy was the symbolic winner. He got through to her. Octavia NEVER forgives. But she offers Echo – the woman whose sins Octavia will never forget - a way out. When Echo and Bellamy refuse, does she banish Echo? She could do. She’s Blodreina. She’s used to doing whatever the fuck she wants. But, no. She accepts the alternative, and even helps Echo on her way. Yes, it’s brutal and Blodreina-y and serves a double purpose but still, she helps her. She’s not doing that for Echo. She’s doing it for Bellamy. No, she’s not doing it with a winning smile and a cuddle, but that’s not Blodreina’s style. She tries to thank him for saving them, in the only way she knows how. She reaches out, and he lashes out with cold anger. And perhaps it’s deserved. No, it’s definitely deserved, but GODDAMMIT that was a “you’re dead to me” level of cruelty. Can I just roll back a second and talk about how co-dependent the Blake sibs are? Cool. A friend (I can’t remember who, sorry) once said that Bellamy and Octavia carried their cage back down to Earth with them. And for seasons 1-4 that is absolutely what happened. They are spectacularly co-dependent. Bellamy depends on her to give him purpose, and a direction and reason to live. Octavia depends on him to absorb the overspill of her hurt, to push against, to take the blame for all of the ills in her life. It sucks for them both, and they’re TRAPPED, so terribly trapped, and neither is the other’s jailer but neither can walk away either. And just, what strikes me about the interactions we saw in the sneak peek for 507 is that maybe, FINALLY, Bellamy has broken free of their co-dependent relationship. He may not even realise it yet, but he has completely re-centred his world around Spacekru now. And I think, that if push comes to shove, he will prioritise Spacekru above Octavia, even if it hurts them both. It doesn’t mean he loves Octavia any less, but after 6 years of love and support and peace and quiet, Bellamy has broken out of the cage. Bellamy is free. Excuse me while I cry tears of joy. But Octavia isn’t free. Octavia hasn’t had 6 years of peace and support and love. Octavia’s life has been marked by trauma from the moment of her birth, and the trauma hasn’t let up for a single goddamned second it just keeps coming and coming and coming until all she has is her walls and an alter-ego and the hope that she can keep Wonkru together and her brother by her side. Believe me when I say that Octavia is still very much trapped inside the cage which Bellamy has now vacated. IT IS ALL VERY HEARTBREAKING OKAY. IT HURTS. So yes, I still love Octavia and I am ready to see her again when Blodreina falls.

#rach answers #octavia blake #Bellamy Blake #the blake siblings #Octavia positivity #pro Octavia blake

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imagine-korea · 6 years

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NCT Scenario ship

@insufferablefaemales:

“Heya!! :) May I request a Scenario Ship, please - for NCT 2018? - ❤Thankyou so much in advance❤ ~ I hope you have a Lovely day/night xxx. (ALSO TYSM FOR MY LAST SHIP BOO! 🌻)

I have Shortish/Medium length hair that falls to just below my Collar bones and is kinda naturally wavy, it’s currently dyed dark red however i’m dying it dark brown soon (darker than my natural hair colour which is sort of a medium brown). My eyes are a hazel/green - in bright light they appear more green, and my lips are sorta pouty in shape (if that makes sense 😅). I’m British and my height is 161 cms/5'3"

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Here you go, love! I hope you like it!

-Admin Saturn

I ship you with Ten!

There was a regional dance competition being held in your country and it just so happened that your college was the host. What was more coincidental was that you knew how to dance - or you could say that you were simply learning. Your friends urged you to take part because they said, as quoted, “You are so talented in dancing that other dancers will only watch you dance and they’ll walk away, questioning why they aren’t as good.” But you didn’t take this statement seriously considering the fact that you were the only one in your friend group who knew a thing or two about dancing.

This lead to your insecurity of maybe never being able to polish this talent of yours. You wanted to go to to dance instructors, choreographers, anyone. But that was another problem because you’d be extremely shy and introverted and they might think that you lack many abilities a dancer should have, since all of this happened in the past once.

Yet, you agreed. ‘What could possibly go wrong, right?’ You thought. You knew for a fact that you need to have someone as a partner and a dance instructor but you didn’t know anyone of such sort.

Then came that one blessed day. Where it all started.

You were going to the dance studio near your street. It was very stressing to you, the fact that, as of now, your college’s reputation was resting on your shoulders. To get away from all of that, you wanted to dance.

When you reached your destination, you saw an unfamiliar car parked outside, in the parking lot. This was confusing to you, since there weren’t many people who would go to this particular studio. There were only a few who you were acquaintances with. However, you shrugged it off. You walked in and saw a man, about your age, you guessed, dancing freely to a fast beat song. You were really amazed by his skills. ‘Now, that is what you call talent.’

You walked to your usual spot and started stretching. While you were doing so, you noticed the man’s trainer bag. It had the same school logo as yours and as you remember, these trainer bags were awarded to those who participated in the zonal sports competition. He was a student from your school.

This sparked up your interest and threw your shyness of the window. Before thinking twice, you asked, “Your from my sch- I mean, you’re from [YOUR SCHOOL NAME]?”

He looked at you. And it was safe to say that he brought all of your attention to him, meaning, all the past thoughts and worries - they were all long gone. And of course, you were blushing. Really hard, at that. “Yeah, how did you know?” He asked back with a slight smirk. “Are you a stalker?” ‘Yeah, he ruined it. Ass.’ The blushing went straight through the door and under the car when he said that. “No. The sign on your bag. It’s the same school logo as mine, dumba-” You stopped yourself and muttered a quick apology before mindlessly bursting out some impolite words.

“I’m guessing you go to the same school, then.” He replied, this time with a genuine grin. You nodded. “Have you heard about the upcoming dancing competition?” You asked him, getting straight to the point. “Yes. I’m taking part in it actually.” He said, walking over to you. “Where’s your partner, then? The rules say that you need to have a partner to perform.” “To be honest, I don’t have a partner as of now. I’m searching for one, though.” You nodded in understanding as you were in the same position. You turned away and started stretching again while he continued his dancing but, he didn’t return to his original spot.

After a lot of stretching, an idea came to your mind since it’s persistence wouldn’t allow it to think of anything else other than the conversation you had with the man just a minute ago. You turned your head to him and asked, “I was thinking, would you like to be my partner?” He looked at you with an interested expression so you decided to continue. “I took part in it and my situation’s similar to yours. The thing is that I’m sort of lacking in dancing and I want to take this chance to improve my dancing, too. Seeing how well you dance, you seem fit for that.” He nodded his head approvingly and agreed. “My name is Chittaphon.” “I’ll call you ‘Ten’ ‘cause your dancing’s a ten out of ten.” You laughed at your own bad joke. “Well, that’s a first.” He mumbled. “I’m Y/N.” He smirked. “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful specimen.” You put your hand in front of his face and replied to his unsuccessful flirting attempt, “Don’t even try.”

Relationship with Ten:

So leggo

He was impressed by your dancing

And he realy wanted you to be his partner for other upcoming competitions

Ngl, he would probably confess first cause his love for you would overflow

Yes. Love. He’s way past liking.

The start of your relationship would be really sweet.

You would be quite shy

But he would be successful in bringing you out of your shell

So when you did start to be yourself around him, he would look at you with adoration

He’d be counting all of the bew reasons to love you even more

Don’t underestimate this boy’s admiration

Seriously

He’d be the type that wouls cuddle you while singing lightly and running his fingers across your hair

When he’d be too lazy to do so, he would lay his head on your lap and yiu would switch parts

He would prefer forehead pecks instead of kisses

Although his loves to kiss you

It’s his favorite thing

But his favorite way of showing his love is either hugging or forehead pecks

He would be the type to take you out at 1 am for dates at some fast food place

Cause he’d want alone time with you dont even try to think about it

He wouldn’t buy you gifts as often

Not big ones

He’d get you cute hairclips

He got you a gold hairclip once and you wear almost everyday cause it’s THAT cute

Talking about a hyper af relationship

Even if you’re not hyper, he would be and that eould make it 386383 times better

He will NOT hesitate to punch or kick ANYONE if they mess with his girl aka you

Like he’d be roasting you hard one second

And the other, if some else is roasting you, he’d be like, “Tf did you just say?”

Or, “Take it back or I’ll shorve my fist to your face.”

Overall

You guys would be absolute GOALS

There would be fights, of course

But they’d be rare

And after one is resolved, you would feel as if you’ve grown closer to him

Yep.

GOALS

Second would be… Johnny!

You two would meet during the first month of trainee period at SM Entertainment. Both of you had a passion for music and, if the atmosphere was given, you two would talk about random stuff, but mostly music. Both of you knew that you were developing feelings for each other and that it would be unfair to both of you if you only entitled your relationship like that of any other pair of friends. Johnny got a little fed up about the fact that you guys were way above friends but never a thing. So, he made a move. Not his usual flirting, he made a real move. He told you that he’d take you on a date which left you blushing profusely. Yes, he told you. He didn’t ask. And of course, you said yes. Just as expected, your realtionship started off well and kept going strong as ever.

Relationship with Johnny:

Ok so

Istg

I wanna be like you guys in the future

Cause

DAMN YOU MATCH PERFECTLY

Let me start of with roast sessions

Like they’d be pretty heated

And there’s no telling who’d win

None of the boys or any of your members (you were supposed to debut in a group) dared to interfere

Because their asses would get roasted. Baked. Fried. Burnt.

Coming to pda

Everybody would be like, “Hell no. Get a room.”

But they’d be secretly envying your relationship and you guys would know that so it’s not a secret anymore lol

Cuddles always, everywhere

If not cuddles, his arm would ALWAYS be ariund your waist

No exceptions

He would prefer kisses on cheeks but he wouldn’t mind giving them to you on lips hehe

He’d be a complete dad not the kind you’re thinking of ew

Like, you’d get grounded because you would scratch your hand accidentally

But you know he means well

He’ll also be protective

Not the crazy kind but, it still shows.

Ohhhh and when it does… let’s just say that he won’t even bother getting home.

Yeah, he’d be SUPER FLUFFY AKSKSK

Just thinking about it makes me wanna cry

Girl, you lucky

You guys would also VERBALLY tease each other.

You do the other kind too but I ain’t gon’ mention that.

All in all

YOU GUYS ARE THE SHIPIEAT OF ALL COUPLES AAAHHG

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