#if you saw me post him already on twitter my apologies

[yvehattan]

A Fyodor Dostoevsky doodle for his birthday.

#Is he... is he smiling?! #A little?! #Who knows #The happiest most miserable of old men #father dussy #perhaps he is a little late depending on your time zone but nonetheless he is here #happy birthday dostoevsky #if you saw me post him already on twitter my apologies #fyodor dostoevsky #dostoevsky #russian lit #russian literature #classic lit #classic literature #fyodor dostoyevsky #the brothers karamazov #crime and punishment #the idiot #dostoevsky demons #fedor dostoevskij #dostoevsky quotes #classic books #books and literature #art #illustration #authors #novelist #books and reading #my art

[viennakarma]

Drunk calls

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: You're drunk on your night out and accidentally call your boss, Fernando.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: Female reader, drunk reader, fluff, Nando comforting reader, boss x employee relationship, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Notes: Anon requested drunk reader and sober nano, so i just ran with it and wrote a little something while on hangover from the new year party. (Also that ONE pic George Russell posted of him and Nando!!!!)

Hope you enjoy it, Anon!

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As you left the toilet, you felt your legs wobbly as you supported yourself on the wall. You had been clubbing with your friends for a couple of hours now, but a few minutes ago you couldn’t find them, and you looked all around.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you called your bestie to try and find out where she was. As soon as she picked up, you started talking.

“Hi, Hanna! Where are-” You hiccuped, “where are you? I think I’m too drunk now, I can’t find you or the girls, and my head is pounding already, and I can’t walk straight.”

“Y/N?” A male voice asked.

“Who the fuck are you?” You frowned.

“It’s Fernando, you just called me,” he said and you turned your phone seeing that you had actually called him instead of your friend.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, boss!” You said and immediately hung up.

Fuck, you drunk called your boss on your day off. That was most certainly grounds for a reprimand. You had been working as his assistant for almost a year now, and had only been super professional and dedicated to doing your work. You and Fernando had been friendly and settled into a great work dynamic. So accidentally calling him like this would probably cause problems for you.

You didn’t even have time or energy to blame yourself too long as your phone buzzed with an incoming call from Fernando. You immediately hit decline. But barely a second later he called you again. Shit, he probably would tear you a new one. You hit decline again. You started sweating, god, you needed to go home, you needed to eat and you needed to plan a big apology for the next time you see your boss again.

Then two texts appeared coming from Fernando.

“Where are you?” “Pick up the call”

And then he called you again, and you picked it up this time preparing for him to go off on you.

“Where are you?” He breathed loudly.

“I’m at a club with my friends,” you stuttered a little bit, both because of the alcohol and because you were worried he might fire you on the spot.

“You said you lost them. Have you found your friends?”

“No, not really. But it’s okay, I’m gonna go home already!” You hoped you were sounding a little bit more confident.

“How?”

“What?”

“How are you going to go home?” He asked, voice serious.

“I’m gonna call a cab or something. Don’t worry!” Please, sound sober, please sound sober.

“Send me the address, I’m gonna pick you up.”

“No, no! It’s your day off too, you don’t have to worry I’ll be fine! Really, I promise I’m going straight home right-”

“I wasn’t asking. Send the address.” He cut you off and hung up.

Cursing and sweating, you sent him your location, walking slowly to the exit, still trying to locate your friends. As you made it outside, you leaned against the wall, feeling a little better with the fresh gust of wind outside the packed club. You flexed your knees because your heels were feeling like a fucking thousand needles punching the sole of your feet. You should listen to your younger sister and start wearing sneakers to the club.

After a few minutes, you saw a scandalous rich man’s car pulling up and you knew it’s Fernando. He stopped by the sidewalk and came walking to you. He was wearing slacks and a white button up, simple but classy. You had seen in his schedule before that he was going to go out with friends for dinner. So that’s probably where he came from.

He didn’t look too pissed at you but he didn’t look happy either, his face was rather neutral.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he stopped in front of you. He was holding a water bottle, which he promptly opened and gave to you.

“I have been better, not gonna lie,” you said, and proceeded to drink almost the whole bottle of water.

“Why are you flexing your knees?” He asked.

“Because the heels are killing me.”

Silently, Fernando knelt in front of you and unbuckled the straps of your heels around your ankles.

“Off, now” he said, patting your calves, then offering you a hand so you could step out of the shoes.

“Jesus, thank you,” you mumbled, relieved to be barefoot finally, “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to pick me up.”

“I’m here already, quit whining,” he dismissed you, holding your forearm, “can you walk to the car?”

“Just give me a hand,” you asked, still a little unbalanced. You jolted a little when you felt Fernando’s hands on your thighs but he didn't touch you, he just pulled the hem of your dress down, since it was dangerously close to showing too much and maybe accidentally flashing everyone.

Fernando circled an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his side, keeping you standing all the way to his car, holding your heels with the other hand. You looked to the side of his face, and you were suddenly hit with the realization that Fernando is really, really attractive. 

“Damn, you’re handsome!”

It honestly slipped past your lips and you felt your cheeks warm up, embarrassed for saying that out loud, but Fernando only laughed a little, and kept walking you to his car, only stopping to open the door and put you in the passenger seat.

As you took the seat, he stared at your face, trying to catch any signs of something in your face. You blinked, staring into his beautiful greeny brown eyes, and he just huffed, pulling the seat belt and locking it around you.

When he finally started driving, the silence deafening, you looked at his side profile.

“Are you upset? I’m sorry! I promise I’ll behave.”

“I’m not upset. Though I will be a little annoyed if you throw up in my Aston Martin,” he said with a small smile.

“No throwing up happening anytime soon!” You raised your hand, held it in a cross and kissed it, “I’m actually really hungry”

Fernando clicked his tongue and reached for the backseat with one hand, pulling a Burger King brown bag. You smelled the food and you smiled.

“Oh my god! You’re a savior!” You opened the bag, which had your favorite burger and big sized fries, “this is my favorite!”

You ate quietly for a couple of minutes then a thought hit you.

“How do you know I like eating Burger King after getting drunk?” You said, and Fernando looked at you, opened the glove box and handed you a tissue.

“I know you well,” was all he said. He ended up driving you to his place, and you decided to question it.

“Why did you drive me here?” You walked in, sitting on the couch.

“What do you mean?” He looked confused.

“Ugh, never mind!” You stood up but the quick movement made you stumble and Fernando quickly held you in place.

“Careful!” He put both hands on your waist, in a way that felt very intimate.

You turned to face him, and he smiled softly, his hand now on your lower back. Then, you touched his eyebrow with the tip of your finger.

“I like your eyebrows.”

“Gracias.”

“And your beard too,” you cupped his face, feeling the roughness of his beard against your palm.

“Vamos, you need a shower,” he carefully walked you up the stairs and then inside the bedroom, straight to the bathroom.

Fernando turned you around and pulled down the zipper on your back. You gasped, holding the dress in place and turning to face him.

“You can’t undress me!”

He turned around, laughing.

“Ok, get in the shower and I’ll get you some clothes, eh?”

You showered, and when you left, a towel around your body, Fernando had left a small pile of clothes inside. There was a big t-shirt and sports shorts that you dressed. He also left you a toothbrush, which seemed very thoughtful of him.

When you walked back to the room, Fernando had changed into comfy clothes, and he was waiting for you sitting on the bed.

“Are you sobering up?” He asked.

And you just nodded, sleepy, crawling into his lap and snuggling into his chest, pressing your nose to his neck.

“Yup.”

“Then you remember who I am?” 

“You’re Fernando!” He laughed a little, kissing the top of your head.

“No, amor,” he leaned back, cradling your face with one hand, and pulling your right hand with the other, “I’m your fiancé.”

Wide eyed, you stared at the big diamond ring in your finger. Then, you finally remembered, your fiancé, your beloved Nano. Who had been your boss sometime two years ago, and you resigned when you realized you had feelings for him. In the end, he had gone after you because he harbored the same feelings for you.

You ended up laughing out loud, so hard that there were tears in your eyes.

“God, I’m never drinking again!”

“It’s cute that you forgot like this,” he laughed too.

You held his face, kissing him softly. His hand ran up your back, under your shirt. You wanted more, trying to deepen the kiss, but he just held you back.

“Sleep now, eh? Tomorrow I will wake you up with besos.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso

[lilsmv1]

orange cat - OP81

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader

Summary: What happens your neighbour's adorable orange cat starts to pay you daily visits?

Word count: 1k

London welcomed me with its perpetually gray skies and damp weather, a stark contrast to the sunny shores of California I had left behind. As I settled into my new apartment, I couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness for the warmth of home.

For the first few weeks, I hardly saw my neighbours, lost in the shuffle of unpacking and adjusting to my new surroundings. But one persistent visitor soon made himself known – a vibrant orange cat that would perch itself on my windowsill, peering into my living room with curious eyes.

At first, I found it amusing, but as the days went by and the cat became a regular fixture, I grew concerned. Surely, someone must be missing their furry friend. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I scribbled a quick note on a yellow post-it, explaining the situation and tucking it under my neighbor's door. "Your cat seems to be visiting me often," I wrote. "Just wanted to let you know in case you're worried."

Days passed, and I received no response. I wondered if my neighbor had even seen the note or if they simply didn't care about their wandering pet.

But then, one evening, there was a soft knock on my door.

Opening the door, I found myself face to face with a handsome young man, his expression sheepish yet friendly. He held a small box in his hands, the smell of freshly baked pastries wafting from within.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," he began, his accent unmistakably Australian. "I'm Oscar, your neighbor from next door. I just wanted to apologize for my cat bothering you. And, well, to say thank you for looking out for him."

I couldn't help but smile at his genuine demeanor. "No problem at all, your cat is lovely, I was simply worried you might wonder where he was" I replied, accepting the box of pastries. "I'm glad to finally meet you, Oscar" I replied, introducing myself as well.

"Do you maybe wanna come in? I can make us some tea or coffee and we could eat the pastries you brought?" I added.

"I would love that!" replied Oscar with a warm smile.

From that moment on, Oscar and I struck up an unexpected friendship. We bonded over our shared love for his cat and baked goods, finding comfort in each other in the big city of London, so far from our respective homes. Oscar told me all about his work as a Formula One driver, and I could not help but be in awe of how passionate he was. I, on the other end, told him about the teaching opportunity that got me to move here, and I would often tell him cute stories from my classroom.

As weeks turned into months, our friendship deepened. Oscar proved to be not only a generous neighbor but also a reliable friend. Whether it was helping me fix a leaky faucet or lending a hand with heavy groceries, he was always there when I needed him.

Our weekly movie nights, whenever Oscar wasn't out of the country, became a cherished tradition, a welcome break from our everyday lives. We'd take turns picking films, debating over classics and hidden gems late into the night.

But amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I couldn't ignore the growing feeling in my chest whenever I saw Oscar. He was kind, funny, and undeniably attractive – qualities that drew me in despite my best efforts to keep my distance.

One day, as I scrolled through Twitter during a lazy afternoon, I stumbled upon something that caught me off guard. Pictures of Oscar, smiling brightly alongside a beautiful girl with long blonde hair.

A pang of jealousy shot through me, surprising in its intensity. I realised then, with startling clarity, that my feelings for Oscar ran deeper than I had initially thought. But it was too late – I was now pretty sure he was already taken, and I had no right to interfere.

Unable to shake off my newfound jealousy, I began to distance myself from Oscar, avoiding our usual interactions and retreating into solitude. But my sudden coldness did not go unnoticed.

One evening, there was a sharp knock on my door, and when I opened it, there stood Oscar, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern.

"What's going on with you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with hurt. "You've been acting strange lately, and I want to know why."

"I'm not" I replied defensively.

"Come on, don't give me that bullshit" replied a rather angry Oscar. "You've been avoiding me. Have I done something?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability.

I hesitated, the weight of my emotions heavy in the air between us. But then, with a surge of courage, I found myself blurting out the truth.

"I... I think I'm in love with you, Oscar," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "And seeing you with someone else... it hurts more than I thought it would."

For a moment, there was silence, the tension palpable. But then, to my surprise, Oscar stepped forward, his eyes burning with intensity.

"God, you can be so dense sometimes" he breathed

"Hum, excuse me?" I replied, clearly offended.

"The girl you're talking about, that's my new PR manager."

"Oh..."

"I thought I was being fairly obvious as to how I feel about you." he said softly, reaching out to cup my face in his hands.

And with that, he closed the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a heated and passionate kiss, leaving me breathless.

#oscar piastri #op81 #op81 x reader #op81 imagine #op81 fluff #op81 fic #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff

[2chopsticks2eyes]

The Feeling is Mutual

2chopsticks2eyes - Masterlist

Pairing: Lee Minho/Lee Know x Han Jisung/Han x Fem Reader

Themes: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: ~11.5k | AO3

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Alcohol, Cussing, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Alternate Universe - College/University, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex

Summary: Reader is lifelong friends with Minho and Jisung and doesn't realize exactly to what extent they all love each other.

Author's Note: I am shamelessly obsessed with Minsung. Will probably add more in the future. I originally was only on AO3, but I wanted to link platforms with Tumblr and Twitter too. Hope you enjoy!

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“Say that to my face, you weasel.” You squared your shoulders up to the slightly shorter brunette boy that rolled his eyes at you with a huff.

“I was telling the little squirrel boy back there–” he glanced around your shoulder to the small, meek looking Han Jisung that hid behind your taller frame. “That his girlfriend looks like a lumberjack.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Min–!” The small ravenette didn’t even finish his sentence before Minho was flat on the ground with blood gushing from his nose, your fist trembling from the powerful blow it landed.

“Tell me, Minho. How does it feel getting punched by a lumberjack?” It’s true that you were taller and more… developed than the other kids in your fifth grade class, but being best friends with Jisung, the smallest and skinniest boy in class, didn’t exactly help your image. You didn’t care though, you had gotten used to it. However, you had absolutely NO tolerance for when Lee Minho - the little shit that constantly crowded yours and Jisung’s space - would make fun of Jisung for being around you.

Minho wiped his still bleeding nose with his shirt sleeve and shucked off his backpack, not caring for a single moment that the school bus was about to arrive to take the three of you and the other students home. You smirked at his infuriated face and he suddenly jumped on you, the two of you rolling on the asphalt, slapping, tearing clothes, and pulling hair. The teachers were quickly on the scene like lightning and pulled the two of you apart.

“She started it!”

“Did not!” You glanced at Jisung and he was just frozen in place with terrified doe eyes. You didn’t want to drag him into this so you returned your gaze to the disheveled looking brunette that was glaring right back at you.

“I don’t care who started it! You two bicker all of the time and I’m sick of it! Apologize to each other this instant!” The both of you crossed your arms and looked away from each other. At that moment the bus pulled up and the loads of waiting kids started filing in. You started to step towards Jisung to get on with him, but you were pulled back by the backpack. “Nuh-uh. No one is leaving until you two apologize.” You glanced over to the bus and saw the bus driver standing in the doorway impatiently as the other kids peered out the windows at you two.

You groaned loudly and glared at Minho. “FINE. I’m sorry I punched your stupid, weasel face.” You uncrossed your arms and grabbed onto the straps of your backpack, eager to leave already.

He scoffed at you. “And I’M sorry for telling Jisung his girlfriend is a GIANT lumberjack.” You could feel rage build up in you but you just clutched your straps tighter.

Mrs. Choi let out a long sigh and rubbed her temples. “Okay, fine. If that’s how it’s going to be…” The teacher stepped up to the bus driver and announced loudly. “THESE TWO–” she pointed at the two of you, Jisung still curled in on himself off to the side. “Are to sit at the FRONT of the bus as seatmates for the rest of the semester.”

Both of your eyes popped out of your heads and you glanced at each other incredulously. “W-wait! But Mrs. Choi!”

“No buts. Now get on the bus ASAP.” She stood to the side as the bus driver resumed his post behind the wheel. You grabbed Jisung’s hand and the three of you reluctantly climbed in. The seats in the front were obviously open, none of the kids wanted to be monitored so closely by the driver, and you and Minho begrudgingly sat on one side of the aisle as Jisung sat on the other side, gazing at you with disconcertment. 

To no one’s surprise, the two of you bickered CONSTANTLY during the whole semester and couldn’t have a single bus ride in peace. Jisung always sat on the other side of the aisle and tried to be a mediator because, for some reason, Minho wasn’t nearly as douchey to the young raven haired boy. Even when you tried to ignore each other, you would always end up bickering about something .

On the days where the two of you had a moment of silence, Jisung would try to make friendly conversation with the little asshat and, surprisingly, Minho would be civil. When Jisung came over to your house after school, you would rant and ask him what he was thinking by trying to talk to him.

“I dunno, he might not be as bad as you think.” He muffled as his cheeks were full of the banana bread he was munching on. “Maybe we should invite him to sit at lunch with us. If you’re going to be forced to sit with him anyway, might as well try to get on his good side.”

“I HIGHLY doubt that kid even has a good side.” You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Please, Y/N? Can we please try?” Once he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were screwed.

Minho was suspicious at first, but eventually, he started sitting with the two of you during lunch. Well… he sat with Jisung while you ignored him completely, but you were determined to try for Jisung’s sake.

It started with basic small talk questions that most fifth graders would ask. Do you have siblings? What’s your favorite class? Does Mr. Kim’s nose hair also distract you when he talks? You know, the basics. After that, it was easy to talk to him. Of course you still bickered, but now it was more of a game than anything, falling right in with his lame humor and teasing. Once the semester ended, you didn’t even stop sitting together. Of course the three of you would rotate who sat next to each other, but the odd one out was never seated far from the other two. 

The rest was history. The three of you were inseparable from then on. Even when you graduated, you all went to the same college, worked the same jobs, and even rented an apartment for you all to live in. Everything seemed to fall into place and you were never happier. Everything was perfect.

- - - - - - - - - -

You heard a low whistle from the living room when you stepped out of your room. “Goddamn girl, who are you out to slay tonight?” You chuckled at Jisung’s reaction from the couch where he was ogling you. You do admit, you were hoping to get laid that night. You and some of your gal pals were going out clubbing and you were determined to be whisked away to get your brains fucked out. The upcoming finals were stressing you beyond belief and it had been WAY too long since you’d been dicked down. A nice dose of endorphins were definitely due.

You had hit puberty early - hence the ‘lumberjack’ status you previously had donned - so you grew into your ‘feminine assets’ much earlier than most. So you were basically a full woman by high school, making you a force to be reckoned with as a true adult. The boys had eventually caught up to you in the puberty department and you weren’t gonna lie, they were blessed beyond words to transform from what they looked like during their rough years of zits and cracking voices to the absolutely drop dead gorgeous men they were now.

You had slipped on a form fitting black dress that hugged your slim waist and curvy hips and had curled your hair in loose waves. You had dusted a smokey look to your eye makeup and had on your favorite peaches and cream flavored lip gloss. “Hopefully someone who actually knows how to make a girl cum.”

“I wouldn’t hold your breath, kitten. Most men don’t even believe in female orgasms.” Minho said as he stepped out of the kitchen with an iced bourbon and coke.

You scoffed at the nickname he donned you with at the beginning of high school when you dressed up as a cat for Halloween. “Oh yeah? Like you?” You smirked as you snatched the glass from his hand and took a large gulp.

He grabbed your wrist and took it back. “Um excuse YOU. I have made many girls cum, thank you very much. And I don’t just stop at one either.” You scoffed and turned to put on your black strappy heels. Although you used to be taller than the both of them in grade school, they surpassed you in height LONG ago and even in heels you weren’t eye level with either of them.

“Tsk. Please. It’s been ages since I’ve seen either one of you even attempt to get your dicks wet. Even more surprising for you, Min. Aren’t you supposed to be a revolving door for idiotic twats? Don’t tell me you’ve gone celebate.” You almost even looked concerned with the disbelief in your voice.

He must have had some really strong bourbon in that drink because you could’ve swore you saw a light pink dust over his cheeks before he resumed his cocky demeanor. “Trust me, the day I go celebate will be the day of my funeral. Just tired of having to turn them away because of their ‘feelings’.” He used air quotes and cringed, proceeding to plop down on the couch next to Jisung. The latter propped his legs up on the brunette’s lap and looked at you with a small smile and a tilt to his head.

“Please don’t drink too much, baby girl. Oh and let us know when you get there. And when you leave. And make sure the guy you leave with is clean. Oh! And–”

“Alright, alright, MOM. I get it. Relax, Ji. It’s not like this is my first time going out without you asswipes.”

“Tsk. She’ll be fine, Sungie.” Minho rubbed Jisung’s thigh and turned to look at you. “But seriously, try not to be stupid for one night, yeah?” You poked your tongue out at him and he returned the gesture, making you chuckle and head towards the door.

“Love you dorks! Don’t wait for up me!” 

“Wasn’t planning on it!” You heard Minho say as the door closed behind you.

- - - - - - - - - -

“What a goddamned asshat… twinkle dick… son of a whore in the springtime looking motherfu–.” You mumbled to yourself in the cab on the way back to your apartment when the driver gave you a weird look. You instantly shut up and continued your fuming internally. You continued your self monologue when you stumbled out of the cab. 

You were several drinks in and had mascara running down your face, thanks to your ‘company’ you had acquired that night. He had pulled you into the back alley and tried to fuck you up against the wall next to the filthy dumpster and when you suggested you take it to his place instead, he got pissed and said he would ‘go find a different cumdump’ and that you were an ugly bitch anyway.

You knew that it wasn’t true, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt your ego. You could only hope that the boys were still awake and would cheer you up with a plethora of ice cream and movies. In case they were asleep, you entered the apartment quietly, lightly placing your heels in the corridor and tiptoeing through the living room to get to your room.

However, what you weren’t planning on doing was freezing in your tracks when you rounded the corner to see two figures writhing on the couch. You couldn’t believe your eyes and you couldn’t find your voice. Minho was on top of Jisung, devouring his lips like a starved man as he railed him up the ass into the couch cushions. A million thoughts ran through your mind and you couldn’t make sense of any of them. But the first and foremost thought was ‘how could my two best friends keep this from me?’.

You involuntarily let out a small whimper and two pairs of eyes shot up to meet yours. Your inebriated mind couldn’t stop the tears from flooding at that moment and the rushed figures of both of the men separating and hastily covering themselves were blurry in your sight.

“Y/N!” You could vaguely hear the two of them say in unison past the ringing in your ears. All you could think to do was to turn tail and run, so you did. You yanked on your sneakers and ran out of the building, not knowing where you were going, just knowing it wasn’t safe for your sanity to try to unpack what you just saw. You silenced your phone that was blowing up with calls and texts and stumbled your way down the road.

You weren’t exactly a rational person when you were in distress and this situation wasn’t any different. You ran to a nearby twenty four hour convenience store and bought a whole case of beer and sat on the small patio outside, downing one bottle after the other in an attempt to forget the whole night. Why didn’t they say anything? How did you not notice? Will this change our whole friendship?

You were a little over halfway through the case and you could very faintly see the sky start to lighten. Your head was impossibly heavy and you watched the flickering street lamps as you laid your head down on your folded arms. Just as your eyelids started fluttering shut, you could see two figures running towards you in the distance. You couldn’t explain it as you started to lose consciousness, but your heart suddenly felt… warm.

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“I feel like such an idiot.”

“This isn’t your fault, Sungie.”

“We should have told her! That or…”

“Or what, Sung? Do you wish we never did this in the first place? Just kept it to ourselves and acted like nothing was going on?”

“Dammit, you know that’s not what I mean, Minnie…” 

“I know you love her… I love her just as much… but I love you too, Sungie. She might be pissed, but I know she wants us to be happy. It might take her a while, but I know everything will be okay.”

“Okay…”

You started to rouse back to the land of the living as you heard hushed whispers around you. You felt the softness and familiarity of your bed sheets surrounding you as you stretched out your creaking bones. You felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea and a throbbing pain course through your head, making you wince as you opened your eyes to the light filtering through your window.

Your two best friends were at your sides in an instant, Jisung holding a couple of aspirin and Minho holding a glass of water. They looked like they hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep and you immediately felt guilty for your reaction the previous night. You silently accepted their offerings and downed the pills and the whole glass of water.

The room was silent as you looked down at your empty glass, watching the remaining rivulets of water drip down to the base of the glass. With everything that was running through your head, you decided that only one thing really mattered. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked the pair in a meek voice without looking up. Jisung took your right hand into both of his own and brought it to his lips.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl. So so so sorry.” You looked up at him when you heard his trembling voice and found tears streaming down his full cheeks. “I wanted to, I really did! God, I’m such a fucking coward… I was so afraid… I was so afraid you would hate me…”

“Han Jisung.” You said with a stern voice as you brought your hand up to his face to wipe away a tear. “There is nothing, absolutely nothing, you could do to make me hate you.” His lip trembled as he buried his face in your shoulder and you felt Minho link his fingers into your other hand.

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, kitten. Truly. We never wanted to hurt you.” He also placed a kiss on your knuckles and your heart fluttered. Your love for these boys was unconditional and their happiness was your happiness.

“We all had an agreement to not keep anything from each other, no matter what. And with this… I guess I felt like I was being excluded. I guess I just wasn’t ready to lose you two just yet…”

Jisung whipped his head up from your shoulder. “W-what do you mean lose us?!” They both wore perplexed and concerned expressions.

“Well… I-I assumed… I mean surely you two would prefer to live together without having me around to–”

“Shut your fucking mouth right this instant.” You looked flabbergasted at Minho’s blatant outburst. “The only way that is happening is if you don’t want to be around. Neither one of us even considered for a single second of leaving you. Don’t be ridiculous, bonehead.”

Jisung shoved the older boy. “What Minho is meaning to say is–” he glared lightly at the brunette. “Is that the three of us are one. None of us would be complete without another. All we wish is that this won’t be weird to the point where…” You saw his lip quiver a little. “...where you won’t want to be around us anymore…”

You pulled the ravenette in for a tight hug and ran your fingers through his hair. “You silly boy…” You whispered as you felt Minho run his hand up and down your back. “There is nowhere I would rather be than right here with you two… I’m really happy for you two. I’m happy that you guys are happy.”

You were startled out of your skin when Minho decided to tackle the two of you back onto the bed and squeeze the life out of you. “Where’s Minho and what have you done with him?” You squeaked out as best you could under his crushing form. 

“What? Am I undeserving of some love too?” He morphed his face into one of the cutest displays of pouts that you’d ever seen and you belted out an airy laugh. You pulled them both close and left crushing kisses to each of their cheeks. You were surprised that they both returned kisses to each of your cheeks as well, squishing your face between their lips and making you break out into a fit of giggles.

Once you broke free, you gazed at them in awe. They were both hovering over you with huge smiles on their faces and they looked at you as if you had hung the moon. Your heart swelled for them however, you couldn’t help but notice the slight pang of jealousy you felt. You wished you could find someone to love you like that as well.

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Things were surprisingly normal after that. Too normal. The three of you did almost everything together like usual and they never made you feel like the odd man out. It was almost concerning how nothing really changed. It even seemed like they were more lovey-dovey with you than they were even with each other (and that means a lot coming from Minho).

It was a normal Saturday afternoon and you were getting ready for an actual date this time. You had wrangled the two into your bedroom so they could give you input on what to wear and Minho was not having it.

“Why the fuck should you try to make yourself look good for some asshat that is only trying to bone you?” Minho groaned as he leaned back on his hands from where he was perched at the edge of your bed and Jisung laid on his stomach next to him.

“He’s not an asshat, Min. It’s Hyunjin from trig, you know he’s a sweetheart!”

“That’s even worse! Any guy that looks like that would have so many notches on his bedpost that even one tiny thrust will send it to the dump!”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your closet to pull out the next option. “Why are you so desperate to date anyway? You already have us!” You turned back to Jisung with an unamused face just to be met with a smug look in return. You pulled out a dark blue a-line dress with a deep v-neck that cinched down to your waist and held it up to yourself in the mirror.

“Because maybe I actually want to get laid. And maybe I am tired of being the only single one in this house.” You smiled to yourself in the mirror, expecting to hear some form of a retort from one of the boys behind you. When all you heard was silence, you turned to them with a quizzical look. “What?” You questioned Jisung’s shy fiddling and Minho’s intense glare.

“Are we not trying hard enough for you already?” Minho snapped, making you freeze in shock.

“Min-“

“No, Sung.” Minho cut Jisung off before he could say anything. “We have tried so goddamned hard to make you feel like nothing has changed. Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off of my own boyfriend? It sucks. But I’m doing it for YOU. Because we love you. Yet here you are, trying to make us feel bad for leaving you out!”

“Min, I never said—“ You felt anger rise in your throat.

“And that’s another thing—!” He stood to square up to your defensive frame, to which you were much less intimidating when he was the one towering over you now. “You never once said you were feeling left out. We include you in everything. And we’ve never had a problem with it because you are already a part of this relationship! The only difference is the sex! I don’t give two flying fucks if you want to date, just don’t drag me and Sungie’s relationship into your own insecurities!”

Before you could say anything, Minho turned on his heel, leaving you and Jisung and slamming his bedroom door behind him. “What the actual fuck was that?!” You turned towards the ravenette, throwing the dress down on the bed. You sat down next to Jisung and crossed your arms. What a fucking child.

He just gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry, love. I think he’s just a little on edge…” He looked down at his thumbnail as he picked at it.

“Well can you go fuck it out of him or something? He’s not making any goddamn sense!” He just chuckled at you and stood up, coming over to pull you in for an unexpected hug.

“I’m sorry if we made you feel left out, honey.” He pulled back to look you in the eyes, your shoulders never leaving his grasp. “He meant what he said though… you are just as much a part of our relationship as we are. There is nothing we would exclude you from… nothing.” The glint in his eye gave you shivers and your brain glitched when he leaned in to give you a long, lingering kiss on the cheek. Right on the edge of your lips.

Without another word, he stepped out of the room and left you with a million questions swirling around in your head.

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“Fuck…” You buried your face in your hands in front of the sink of the club’s restroom you were at with Hyunjin. You looked back up at your flushed face in the mirror and cursed yourself for being so neurotic. Hyunjin had been a perfect gentleman, treating you with care and respectful hands even when you were trying to grind up against him like a thot on the dance floor. There was no reason you shouldn’t be 100% invested in your date. But that motherfucking Minho…

The bastard’s words still got under your skin. It’s not like you had asked them to refrain from acting like boyfriends. You had made it perfectly clear on several accounts that you were happy for their relationship. More than happy really. So why did he go off on you like that? And why did they insist on making it a point that they considered you a part of the relationship? Yeah you three were closer than anything in the world, but surely they didn’t mean they had wanted to include you romantically… right?

You looked down at the same blue dress you had picked out earlier that day and started to fiddle with the hem of it. It really was a sexy dress but… when you put it on, all you really wanted was for the boys to appreciate your look before you went out. Instead, you only received a ‘have fun’ from Jisung and complete silence and a sour attitude from Minho. Hyunjin of course said you looked amazing, but for some reason the compliment didn’t really seem as gratifying coming from his mouth. 

You hated to admit it, but you just weren’t satisfied with Hyunjin. He was gorgeous, sweet, funny, and a phenomenal kisser, but everyone seemed to pale in comparison to your two best friends. Of course you couldn’t really judge how they were in bed, but you knew them on legitimately every other level known to man. 

That doesn’t mean you haven’t imagined what it would be like to sleep with one of them. I mean, hell, going through horny teenage years and even hornier adulthood brought many thoughts to your head. You had seen them both almost completely naked, they walked around in nothing but their boxers all the time, so you had plenty of content to conjure up different images. Even after they got together you couldn’t help but find the idea of them fucking in the other room kind of hot…

You started to feel warmth pool in the base of your stomach and when you looked back up at your face, you were beet red. Now that those images were brought to the forefront of your mind, that was ALL you could think about. “Well shit…” You already knew this was a failed date. Sure, you could try to go home with Hyunjin and have him fuck your horniness away, but you didn’t want to hurt the poor man, especially after being so sweet to you all night. Also, you would eventually have to head back home and be tormented all over again.

You resigned yourself to cutting your date short by giving the generic ‘I’m not feeling well’ bullshit excuse and you felt horrible when you saw the look on Hyunjin’s face. But you told yourself that it is better to do it now than for him to catch feelings and break it off later. It really was a shame, in another world, he would have been the perfect man.

When you walked up to the door, you could only hope that they weren’t fucking on the couch again. You braced yourself as you rounded the corner to the living room and breathed out a sigh of relief when you saw the two men snuggling on the couch watching a movie. Jisung immediately popped his head up when he saw you walk in.

“Hey! What are you doing home so early, babe?” 

Minho snickered. “I was probably right about Hwang.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest. “Probably just wanted a quick fuck.”

“For your information, MeanHoe, he was a perfect gentleman. Not that you would know what that means.” You rolled your eyes and started to head for your bedroom door.

“Then what happened? Bad breath? Poor table manners? Tic-tac dick?” You huffed and turned your back to Minho.

“No, Min. None of that. He was fine.” You hoped they didn’t catch the small hitch in your voice. When your hand landed on the doorknob, you heard Jisung’s small voice.

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Of course he would notice. You felt a weird emotion spring up in your throat at the endearment and swallowed it back as best as you could.

Well obviously you couldn’t tell them that you kept comparing Hyunjin to them. Minho’s ego would fly through the roof and it would probably make Jisung feel uncomfortable. So you resigned yourself to try and keep brushing off the issue. “It’s nothing, Ji. Goodnight.” You rushed past the threshold to your room to avoid any further discussion and slumped against the closed door.

You surprised yourself when you felt a tear fall from your face and you quickly wiped away the evidence. Why were you crying? You are supposed to be happy for them, not envious of their relationship. However, once one tear fell, the others started breaking free along with it and there was no stopping them. You slumped down on the edge of your bed and held your head in your hands, silently sobbing. You could only hope to ever find someone to love you like they do, but even they couldn’t provide you the kind of love you needed. You felt like you would never find anyone that would be able to compare to them.

You almost wished that you had never– “Y/N?” You heard a faint knock on your door and cursed Jisung for being so caring. You stayed silent in hopes that he would think you were sleeping and turn away, but you should have known that wouldn’t stop Minho. 

The door immediately whipped open and Minho stepped into the room with purpose and anger, flicking on the light in his path. The two of them, however, completely froze in the doorway when they saw you were crying. “Oh kitten…” Minho’s face instantly fell when he looked at you and he knelt down in front of you from where you were seated, making even more tears fall. “I’m so sorry, sweetie… I know I’ve been an ass today…”

You hiccupped back a sob as Minho took your hands in his and Jisung hurried over to wrap his arms around you. “I-it’s not you, Min…” You sniffled.

“Talk to us, baby. What’s the matter?” Jisung’s voice was soothing as he tucked your hair behind your ear and massaged the base of your neck.

You shook your head and hung your head low, your hands still ensnared in Minho’s grasp. He released one of your hands so he could rub his own up and down your thigh lovingly. “Kitten, you know I’m not good at this whole comforting thing, so you’re going to have to help me out here…” His touch left searing heat on your thigh and you squirmed under the combined touch of his and Jisung’s ministrations on your body.

“It’s just…” You fiddled with Minho’s hand as you tried to find a way to express what you wanted to say. “It’s just hard to find the right guy when I know I won’t find anyone near as great as you two…” You timidly watched as the two men looked at each other with wide eyes and then back at you. “I-I know that sounds weird! B-but I don’t mean it like–”

“Shhh, it’s okay, love. We get it.” Jisung cupped your cheek with his free hand and wiped away another couple of tears that had escaped. “We understand more than you realize.” Jisung leaned in and delicately placed a warm, wet kiss on your jaw, making you shiver.

Minho changed the course of his hand to start lightly rubbing circles on your upper thigh. A dangerous feeling started building in your nether regions and you started to get anxious. “I would never be able to imagine my life without you and Sungie either…” Minho let his lips linger on your knuckles and your breath hitched.

Fuck. They both looked up at you with intense eyes because of course they noticed. “We told you, you are just as much a part of this relationship as we are, kitten. Whatever you need… we can provide…” Minho tentatively moved his wandering hand closer to your inner thigh and Jisung placed another kiss on your neck this time. “Only if you want it though…”

They were being cautious, you could tell, but they made their intentions very clear. If you wanted it, you could have them. You should have been freaked out. Should have asked your best friends what the fuck they were thinking and that you weren’t into whatever polyamorous relationship they were conjuring up in their minds. And normally that would be true… for anyone other than these two…

You were soaking in your panties and you couldn’t deny it. The thought of having a relationship with not only one, but both of your best friends should have made you run for the hills, but instead, it felt like the most logical thing in this world. You figured it only made sense with how much you all loved each other. And now, with everything that had transpired, you couldn’t imagine being with anyone but these two.

Your breathing started getting heavier and your eyes fluttered when you felt Jisung’s tongue flick out over your pulse. “I… I can’t let myself get in between you two…” You already sounded completely fucked out.

“Who said anything about getting in between us? We love you equally just as much.” Jisung whispered against your neck, his breath sending chills down your spine.

“Unless you mean physically, then we definitely don’t mind you being in between us.” Minho muttered as he kissed your kneecap and subtly brushed his fingertips underneath the hem of your dress. You visibly shivered and Minho chuckled, lightly scraping his nails over your goosebumps. “You don’t exactly seem to be opposed to it, kitten…” He looked up at you with blown out pupils and a ravenous expression that made your ears burn.

Jisung whispered again. “All you need to do is ask and we will do anything for you.” He slightly pushed aside your strap and bit your shoulder. You could feel both of them smile against your skin when you whimpered at the feeling. Minho pushed your dress up a tiny bit further.

“What do you want, kitten?” He placed a kiss on your inner thigh and you knew your panties were ruined. Fuck.

“I… I…” Your head was in a fog and the two pulled their heads back from where they were torturing your flesh and they waited for your words with bated breath. You had no doubt that you were incredibly attracted to these men and you were their life companion, but something kept nagging you in the back of the head. You thought of your lives together and how you had watched them grow into these forces of nature and you didn’t know what this would mean if it went on from here. “I don’t want to just be fuck buddies…”

You instantly regretted your words when Minho sprung up from where he knelt in front of you and grabbed your face with both hands. “You really are a stupid little girl.” He growled. “We want all of the strings, Y/N. We want you to be our girl and our girl only. Go on dates with us. Make love to us or let us fuck you senseless. Be everything you already are to us, but more.” He glared at you for a moment more before his face softened. “We love you, baby…”

You felt a tear fall just before you crashed your lips to his. It should have felt weird kissing one of your best friends, but it wasn’t. It felt as natural as breathing and Minho reciprocated it just the same. You could feel him start to get hungry as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and fought for dominance (ever the control freak) and you gladly let him in. Turns out the man is an amazing kisser and when you turned to meet with Jisung, he was just as talented. Hyunjin couldn’t hold a candle to these two, but you might just be a tad bit biased.

As you and Jisung were clashing tongues, you could feel Minho step one leg in between yours and bend down to lick and suck on your neck, hands roaming down your waist and hips. Jisung was caressing your inner thigh and started sliding up under the hem of your dress. You whined when he stopped just at the edge of your panties as if he was waiting for permission. “J-Ji…” You huffed against his lips. “Touch me…”

That was all he needed to start circling his fingers over your panties right on top of your clit. You threw your head back in ecstacy, giving Minho more access to attack your neck. “Baby girl…” Jisung stared at you in awe as he fully lowered one of your straps with his unoccupied hand, revealing one of your breasts to him. “God, you’re perfect…” He breathed against your nipple before he sucked it in his mouth hard. You belted out a cry as he rolled the tip of it in between his teeth. Your voice cracked as you whined when Jisung retreated his hand from your clit until you felt Minho get back on his knees in front of you, spreading your legs open for him and bunching your dress up to your waist.

“Holy FUCK, Sungie, come look at this beauty…” The ravenette released your swollen nipple and both of the boys gazed at your pussy in awe. “Her cunt is practically dripping for us!” You got extremely annoyed when they wouldn’t stop ogling.

“Are you two going to just stare all day or are you going to actually do something about it?” You growled and both of the boys fixed their blown out eyes onto yours.

“Just savoring our fantasies, gorgeous. Trust us, we want nothing more than to satisfy your every need.” Minho gave you another one of his annoying little smirks. They fantasized about you? You didn’t have much time to ruminate on that fact because Minho suddenly dipped his finger into your sopping entrance from the side of your lacy underwear. Your hands grasped onto Jisung’s arm for dear life as your body went rigid.

Apparently Minho had lost his patience because he practically ripped your panties off of you and buried his face in your crotch like a man starved. He latched onto your clit and sucked while his skilled tongue flicked over it with desperate movements. Jisung returned to your mouth while one of his hands lowered your other strap and started alternating between your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples while the other was buried in your hair, giving intermittent little tugs.

You moaned into his mouth and he sucked on your tongue. The overwhelming stimulation of the two quickly brought you over the edge and it surprised all three of you when you came with a loud cry. “Shit, Min. I knew your tongue was magic but, damn. Look how fucked out she already is!” Jisung brushed your hair back off your face with a satisfied smile. You had slumped back onto your elbows on the bed and you were breathing hard.

“Off. Clothes off. Now.” You had lost the ability to form full sentences and the boys stripped faster than you knew was possible, their erections fully prominent through their boxers. They helped rid you of your dress, leaving you completely naked as they scooted you up further onto the bed. Jisung sat behind you as he pulled you to his chest and Minho hovered over you with a dangerous look in his eyes.

His hand slid up your leg again, but wasted no time in dipping two fingers into your clenching pussy. You mewled at the stretch and laid your head back against the soft skin of Jisung’s shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so tight, kitten. I hope you can take us.” You could only hum in response to Minho as he stretched you with his fingers. When he leaned in, you figured he was going to kiss you, but the two men ended up making out over your shoulder while Minho was finger fucking you and Jisung dropped his hand down to circle his fingers around your clit.

They were an enigma. You couldn’t stop staring at the erotic display of these two gorgeous men intertwining tongues while pleasuring you. You couldn’t believe you were rising to orgasm again just watching them. “Oh god, that’s so fucking hot…” You couldn’t control the sudden confession from your mouth. Jisung side eyed you when your breathing picked up and smirked at the sight of you watching them.

He turned away from Minho to whisper in your ear. “Correct me if I’m wrong, angel. But have you fantasized about Minnie and I fucking before?” You had never heard Jisung sound so seductive before and it made your face burn in embarrassment.

Minho plastered his signature shit-eating grin on his face and leaned into your other ear, still languidly pumping his fingers into your sweet spot. “I think this angel has a little bit of a devil in her, Sungie.” He abruptly shoved a third finger in you deep, making you yelp in response. “Do you get off thinking about us, baby?” You couldn’t answer, you could only squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly bashful. Minho would have none of that though as he grabbed your jaw with his free hand and made you look at him. “Answer me, brat.”

You timidly nodded your head and you could feel your entire face light on fire. The smug smile on Minho’s face did nothing to soothe your embarrassment. You felt the grip on your jaw tighten, prying your mouth open as he removed his fingers from your cunt. You whined as you clenched around nothing, but Minho held his dripping fingers right up against your bottom lip.

“Suck.” He pushed his fingers past your lips and you sucked on them hungrily, tasting yourself. You twirled your tongue around and in between them, locking eyes with him and trying to give him the illusion that it was him you were sucking off. “Shit… You’re fucking unreal , kitten.”

Jisung was attacking your neck and had never left your clit since he started. “You gonna let Minnie fuck that tight little pussy of yours, baby girl?” Jisung whispered as he bit your earlobe.

“Oh god, please.” You groaned.

“As you wish, kitten.” He stood up and shucked off his boxers and HOLY FUCK was he for real? That had probably been the most beautiful dick you had ever seen and it must have shown on your face because that cocky ass smile formed on his lips. “You got a rubber, sweetheart?”

“No need, I’m clean and on birth control. Now get the fuck over here.” You squealed when Jisung pinched your clit. You fluttered your eyes in ecstasy up at Minho. “Come paint my insides, Min.” The two men groaned at the same time and the brunette basically tackled the both of you, alternating between both of your mouths and grabbing you by the legs.

You started to feel Jisung rub his erection against your back and you grinded against him, making his breath hitch. Minho grabbed Jisungs ass and dragged the two of you forward so you were leaning further back against Jisung. “This might hurt a bit, kitten.” You involuntarily started pushing your hips forward in a desperate attempt to get his cock into you as soon as humanly possible. Jisung held down your hips though when Minho dragged his burning hot tip against you, teasing your clit and entrance as if he had all the time in the world. And maybe you did, but that didn’t mean your patience was any less thin. “I swear to fucking god, Minho. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to–!”

Your breath was kicked from your lungs as soon as he slammed his hips into you, fully sheathed balls deep and crushing your cervix. “Holy fucking hell, kitten… Why the FUCK have you kept this tight, wet, perfection away from us for so long?!” Minho almost looked like he was in pain from the amount of pleasure he was in. “Sungie, I can’t wait for you to feel her… she’s so goddamned perfect…” Minho groaned loudly, but stayed still inside you, allowing you to get used to the stretch.

You were choking on your own gasps and you felt like you had been punched in the gut. Your voice was shaky as you squeaked out a small “Minnie…” and he smiled down at you with heart eyes. He leaned in to lock his lips with yours in a long, sensual kiss. You felt all the love he rarely portrayed with words pour out into his kiss and you felt Jisung kiss the side of your neck while rubbing small, soothing circles into your lower stomach.

Once the pain started to subside, you started to roll your hips into him, hopefully giving him the hint that you were ready to be fucked into the mattress. Or really, fucked into Jisung’s chest. Thankfully, the message was received and he started languidly rocking his erection in and out shallowly.

“F-Fuu–” You threw your head back again as Jisung’s lips replaced Minho’s. As Minho started moving faster, your kisses grew hungrier. You sucked and bit Jisung’s lips like you wanted to eat him and, if you were being honest, you did. “Ji… let me taste you.” You sighed the words against his lips and he wasted no time sliding himself out from beneath you and propping up on his knees beside you, palming his clothed erection.

“You’re sure, baby girl?”

“Please, JiJi!” You wanted nothing more than to make these men feel good. For once, you weren’t worried about your own pleasure, your sole purpose at that moment was to please them. When he whipped out his dick, you salivated. WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE MEN’S DICKS SO PRETTY?! You raised a hand up and tentatively wrapped your hand around the smooth skin, feeling the extraordinary heat radiating off of him.

You gazed up at him as you licked him from base to tip and you could see his eyes roll into the back of his head. You swirled your tongue around the tip and then wrapped your lips around him, you were always more than confident in your head game as you swallowed around him deeper. “Sh-shit, baby. Keep that up and you’re going to finish me off before I can even fuck Minnie’s cum back into you.”

Those words immediately brought you back to the unbearable pleasure that Minho was treating you to. You looked over to him while you tongued Jisung’s slit and he had burning desire written in his eyes as he watched you suck Jisung’s cock. He abruptly wrapped his fingers around the back of your knees with bruising force and raised them to your chest, folding you in half. Your screams were muffled by Jisung’s dick as Minho rammed directly into your sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your walls and pumped into you at a blinding pace.

The sounds of both of your best friends moaning from the pleasure you were giving them combined with the slapping and squelching of Minho nailing your sweet spot sent you tumbling over the edge. You screamed on Jisung’s cock as you drenched Minho with your orgasm, making his hips stutter. Your clenching walls pulled him into a vice grip and you felt him cum so hard you could almost taste it.

The sight of Minho climaxing was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, there was no describing it. You milked each other through your orgasms and Jisung pulled himself away from you. “Sung, you have to feel her. It’s fucking revolutionary!” You chuckled at his out of breath response as he removed himself from between your legs, Jisung replacing him.

Unlike Minho, Jisung was gentle and loving. He entered you slowly and the stretch was once again absolutely euphoric. He had an awestruck look in his eyes as he felt your slick walls and he had the same pleasure-pained look on his face that Minho had. His eyes peered into your soul as he caressed the side of your face and his face lit up with a contagious smile. “I love you so much, baby girl.” He pressed his lips to yours in a slow, beautiful kiss, tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

Minho, who had flopped down next to you on the bed trying to catch his breath, had propped himself up on his elbow and started caressing Jisung’s back. “I’ll be right back, love.” Jisung just hummed in response into your mouth and you could hear Minho shimmy off the bed and shuffle out of the room.

Jisung pulled away from the kiss and caressed your cheek again, running his thumb over your lips as he lazily pumped into you. “Is this okay, baby? I know it probably seems weird to you–”

“Shhh…” You whispered and nuzzled into his hand. “Nothing could be more perfect than where I am right now.” You smiled up at him and he buried his face into your neck with a small kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Hanji…” You opened your eyes when you felt a small kiss on your cheek.

“And I guess I love both of you.” Minho said against your skin when he returned in the same state as he left.

“Wow, what an honor. *ngh* I guess I love you too, Min.” You joked, but the power of Jisung’s thrusts strengthened. You gasped at the intensity, even though he was still going at a leisurely pace, he was ramming into your already bruised cervix. “SHIT, JI!” You squeaked out through clenched teeth. He raised his head up to look at you with a mischievous grin.

Somewhere in the background you heard a snap of a cap and before Jisung could respond to you, he was suddenly gasping loudly on top of you. “HOLY FUCK, Min! You can’t blindside me like that!” Jisung looked over his shoulder at the older man behind him that had an evil sneer.

“Sorry. Not sorry, Sung. Your ass is just all too tempting. ESPECIALLY when I can see it clench as you fuck our little kitten.” Minho had apparently made the trek to his room to go claim a bottle of lube because when you peered over Jisung’s shoulder, Minho had a finger buried in his ass and was stretching him open. You were mesmerized by the expressions on Jisung’s face.

He started whimpering and dropped his head to your shoulder. “Nuh uh.” You grabbed his head and raised it again, a pained expression on his face. “I want to see your face when Minnie and I wreck you.” You could hear Minho hiss through his teeth behind Jisung and he was suddenly thrusted forward, making him gasp and, in turn, making you gasp from your shared stimulation.

Minho chuckled. “Holy fucking shit, this is going to be fun. I get to control both of you just with one–” He pushed his fingers harshly into Jisung again and you both whined. “–push.” He continued with that torture and you could tell he was adding more fingers due to the pained expression of the man above you. “You okay, babe?” Minho’s free hand drew comforting circles on Jisung’s hip and you felt butterflies in your stomach from Minho’s rare tenderness.

“Yes. Please, Min. Fuck her through me… We need you…” Jisung’s breath was heavy as he gasped out the provocative words. Minho’s eyes turned dark and that was all he needed to slam his dick into Jisung’s ass, making all three of you cry in pleasure. The three of you were still for a moment while Jisung got comfortable with the stretch and you mewled at the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you. You clenched around him and he whined. “OH GOD, don’t do that to me, baby girl. Don’t want to finish me off before we’ve even started!”

Minho chuckled behind him, knowing exactly what you were doing to him and he started slowly pulling back before pumping both of you back and forth at a steady pace. There were whines, gasps, and moans alternating between the three of you, but Minho seemed particularly ravenous. Grunting, hissing, and growling as he started to build his pace.

Jisung bent his head down and continued moaning while latching onto your nipple. You promptly tangled your fingers in his hair with one hand and the other intertwined fingers with Minho’s hand that had been gripping onto Jisung’s waist. He looked down at you with a tender smile and squeezed your hand as he repositioned his posture.

Jisung abruptly jolted forward with a cry, releasing your nipple and biting onto your shoulder, making you whine as well. Minho smiled down to where he was connected with Jisung. “You like that, babe?”

“FUCK YES! GOD, Minnie! Please! R-right there! Don’t stop!” Jisung sounded desperate and you could feel it in the way he was see-sawing between you and Minho. It was so damned erotic and you could feel another high approaching.

“Harder! Please!” You threw your head back as both of the men’s paces increased along with their power.

“How does Sungie feel, kitten?”

“Fucking DELICIOUS.” You whimpered and Jisung took the liberty of licking all the way up your outstretched neck, ending his journey by slipping his tongue into your mouth with a heated kiss. One of his hands grasped onto the back of your neck for dear life and the other intertwined fingers with you above your head so that each of your hands were locked with both of your boys.

Minho’s grunts became more choppy and Jisung was whimpering with every thrust and you LOST IT. Your third orgasm came so hard that you would be seeing stars for weeks. Your clenching and all-encompassing flooding around Jisung’s dick pushed him over the edge as well as his hips stuttered and you felt warmth, once again, squirting and mixing in with Minho’s seed.

“SHIT FUCK–” Jisung seemed to have been clenching as well because Minho’s loud cursing and stuttering of his slapping hips indicated his second release of the night. Jisung’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the feeling and he collapsed on top of you. Minho then promptly collapsed on top of him and you could feel Jisung’s dick slowly slide out of you along with a sea of cum.

You grunted with the combined weight of the men on top of you and you released both of their hands, instead slapping their shoulders. “Guys–” You wheezed. “Get your heavy asses off of me! I’m suffocating!”

Minho was the first to roll off and lay on his side next to you. “Psh. Says the lumberjack.” You slapped him on the pec with the back of your hand halfheartedly and he guffawed.

When Jisung rolled off to lay on your other side, you looked over to see a sleepy smile. You cupped his cheek and kissed him tenderly and then turned to the other side and did the same with Minho. “I can definitely say that you guys have grown in more ways than one.” You chuckled with heavy breathing, the two of them joining you.

Jisung took a fistful of your boob and squeezed. “I could say the same about you. I’ve been wanting to get ahold of these babies for ages.” That brought an important thought to the forefront of your mind.

You quickly sat up and turned around to face them, startling both of them with concerned faces. “Yeah! What the hell is that about? How long have you guys wanted this fucking ‘menage a trois’ to be a thing?”

Jisung just blushed and Minho just looked amused at his boyfriend’s flustered state. “Since high school.” Minho said this so nonchalantly, you thought it had to be some kind of joke.

“I’m serious, Min! How long?”

“I’m serious, kitten. Since high school. We only really admitted it to each other once Sungie and I started dating. That’s when we knew that we wouldn’t feel complete without you being with us too.” Minho rolled over on his side to face you and thumbed your mouth. “I just can’t believe it took your leadass brain so long to realize.”

You half-chuckled in disbelief and the action ended up slightly pushing all three of your combined fluids out of your crotch. Your eyes widened and you clenched your thighs together. “I’m pretty sure I am ruining my bedsheets right now…” 

“Babe, I think they were ruined from the start.” Jisung laughed and both of them looked at each other with mischievous eyes. They took each of your legs and pried them apart, admiring their work. “Fuck, that’s so hot. No wonder Min likes to watch me when he finishes.”

You blushed hardcore and swiftly sat up, ripping their hands from the vice grip on your thighs. Once you stood up and turned back to them, you outstretched a hand to both of them. “Wanna take a shower?” 

You had never seen the boys move so fast. They took your hands to hop out of bed. Jisung quickly rushed to the bathroom while Minho bent down to throw you over his shoulder, promptly smacking your ass hard once you were manhandled into position. You screeched and he just laughed at you menacingly.

“God, your ass his so fucking spankable.” 

“You have a problem, sir.”

“Oh? Sir? I like that, kitten.” Once he sat you on your feet in the bathroom, he whispered in your ear. “Maybe I should make you call me that from now on, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. “I’d bet my ass to get you to try and ‘make’ me do anything.” You stepped into the shower with Jisung and felt automatically drawn to the huge smile on his face. “Hi JiJi…” You kissed him tenderly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He kissed you back gently and lovingly as he caressed your sides and hips, tongues slowly dancing with each other. When he broke the kiss, he abruptly spun you around to wrap his arms around you in a back hug. You found yourself facing Minho’s sudsy body and a shit-eating grin. Well fuck.

“You really shouldn’t have said that, kitten.” He stepped towards you and you felt something turn in your core. “How about we clean you out properly?” You whimpered when he bent down to lick a stripe up your throbbing and dripping folds and then gently pressed a finger into your entrance.

You couldn’t help but to gasp and throw your head back against Jisung’s shoulder, causing him to start placing open mouthed kisses up and down your neck and shoulder, sucking on the already bruising hickeys that were left there.

Your body instinctively squirmed from the pleasure-pain Minho was inducing down below and Jisung’s ministrations up above on your already sensitive areas. Jisung firmly grasped your hips and pressed you up against his erection causing a moan to slip out of your mouth. “You like that baby girl? Is Minnie making you feel good?” You nodded frantically at Jisung’s whispered words and that only made Minho suck even harder on your swollen clit.

You cried out when you felt one of Minho’s slick fingers circle around the rim of your asshole. “M-Minnie… what–?”

“You think you can take us both, kitten?” You gasped when you felt him breach your rim and slowly enter.

“I-I…” You couldn’t control your clenching.

“Relax, sweetheart. We don’t have to if you don’t want it.” Jisung kissed your cheek sweetly and rubbed soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

You peered down at Minho that was looking up at you in anticipation. Fuck it. “Okay, Min. Just… take it slow…” He smiled at you and latched onto your clit again, eating you out with determined purpose as he slowly got you used to the unfamiliar feeling of his finger pumping in and out of your sphincter.

You had done anal once before but the dude was super rough and it hurt like hell. Needless to say, you dropped that motherfucker real quick. Minho was patient and comforting, making sure you were comfortable and checking when you were ready for more. You barely felt any discomfort at all, especially with the delicious sensation he was providing to your bliss button. Not to mention Jisung’s ministrations on your neck and nipples.

“Ah, FUCK. Keep doing that Minnie! Don’t stop!” He was flicking and circling your clit with his skilled tongue and your knees started getting weak, all the while stretching you wide open. When he pulled away you cried out. “NO! No no no, PLEASE Minnie!”

He just chuckled and stood up to press his body against yours, removing his fingers and wiping them on his still soapy body. “Now now, sweetheart. We don’t want to ruin the main course now, do we?” 

You attacked him. You pushed him against the wall and started devouring his lips, biting, sucking, and licking anything and everything you could get your mouth on and he responded eagerly. You lifted your leg onto his hip and frantically guided his painfully hard erection to your entrance, sheathing yourself and whimpering at the euphoric feeling. He moaned into the kiss and fully lifted you, sitting you on his cock and presenting your ass for Jisung to line up with. You tensed when you felt his tip touch your rim and, without a shadow of doubt, they noticed.

Minho’s kisses started to get less hungry and more loving, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs with his thumbs from where he was holding you up. Jisung was gently circling the outside of your hole to get you to relax and spread his precum around your entrance. He sweetly kissed your shoulder, shushing you to calmness.

Minho started slowly grinding in you and the pleasure outmassed the discomfort of Jisung slowly stretching you with his dick. “O-oh GOD…” Jisung’s breathy moan sent butterflies through your stomach and they both stilled for a moment so you could get acclimated to the feeling once the boy behind you was fully sheathed.

“F-fuck… S-so f-full…” You choked out.

“Shhh, you’re doing so well, baby girl.” Jisung kissed your sweaty temple.

“Such a good girl. Letting us fill up all of her tight little holes. Just breathe and relax for me kitten, okay?” You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until Minho pointed it out. You gulped up the much needed oxygen and closed your eyes, trying to focus on the euphoric sensation that Jisung had started administering to your clit.

Both of the boys latched their lips onto each side of your neck and you moaned, finally feeling that warmth in your core again. “Y-you can move…” Once they started, you realized that you didn’t feel any pain at all. It actually started feeling quite pleasurable. Feeling the two completely filling you up put a pressure on your sensitive nerves that had you dripping with your arousal.

“Oh, Sungie. You feel amazing through her walls, babe.” They were see-sawing in between your holes to ensure that you were never left empty and you could feel your high slowly approaching again. You were groaning, sighing, and moaning so loud that you were sure the neighbors were concerned for your well being. 

“You like that baby girl?” Minho slammed into you and they started moving faster, the cry you belted out just seemed to egg them on further.

Jisung brought three of his fingers to your mouth and pawed at your lips. “I think she needs more holes filled. What do you think, Minnie?”

“I think that is a brilliant idea, Sung. Open up for him, will you, kitten?” You obediently opened up and enclosed your mouth on his fingers as if you were blowing him, twirling your tongue around and sucking eagerly.

“That’s a good girl.” You felt Jisung intertwine his fingers with one of the hands that Minho was using to hold your ass up and your heart swelled. You spat out Jisung’s fingers.

“Kiss each other…” You breathed out and they wasted no time in obliging. You watched as they tenderly locked lips and sweetly tangled their tongues together and it just about pushed you over the edge. You were just about hyperventilating and you rocked between their cocks faster. Your eyes fluttered at the image of the two and you buried your teeth into Minho’s shoulder as you flooded their cocks.

You screamed and clenched all of your holes and the boys grunted and hissed into each other’s mouths, shooting their white hot spunk all over your walls. You almost passed out from the feeling and the both of them braced themselves you when they felt your body go limp.

A whimper escaped your mouth when they both pulled out of you, leaving you with an excruciatingly uncomfortable empty feeling. When Minho stood you back up, your knees buckled and they both caught you before you bit the dust. “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’ve got you.” Jisung spoke in a soft voice and you melted into them as they gently cleaned your body.

They wrapped you in a fuzzy towel and Minho picked you up bridal style. Since your bed was utterly trashed now, the three of you crashed on Minho’s bed and you never realized how comfortable it was. It felt kind of weird laying naked with your two best friends, but you felt too fucked out from your multiple orgasms that you couldn’t bring yourself to give two flying fucks.

Minho wrapped around you from behind and Jisung laid facing you. “I can’t believe we actually got you to agree to this, sweet thing.” Jisung traced his fingers around your face with a feather-light touch. His eyes glimmered with wonder and he looked totally lost in your eyes.

Minho squeezed you snug against his chest and placed a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “You’re stuck with us now, kitten.”

You scoffed as you buried your face in the crook of Jisung’s neck. “As if I wasn’t already stuck with you douchebags in the first place.” 

After a moment of silence of being caged between the two, Minho randomly chuckled before he full-on started his evil cackling. “What’s so funny?” You drearily asked, starting to feel the weight of the day on your mind and body.

He slithered his hand down to your ass cheek and groped it firmly. “You said you’d bet your ass. I’m pretty sure double penetration qualifies as me ‘making’ you do something.” He swiftly smacked your ass and you jolted in place. “This gorgeous ass is mine now.”

“No fair! I deserve it too!” Jisung grabbed your other cheek.

“That doesn’t count! I allowed that to happen, you weasel!” You protested, but you didn’t exactly mind the two sexy motherfuckers massaging your ass.

“Sure sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, kitten. You just need to know we own it either way.” Minho gave it a firm squeeze then relented his ministrations to firmly wrap his arm around your waist.

Jisung did the same and caressed Minho’s arm all the while. He sweetly kissed you and then Minho turned your head by your jaw to do the same. You felt so much love in that moment that you started to get emotional. “I love you guys so much… I am forever grateful to Mrs. Choi for punishing me to sit next to your weasel ass.”

Both of the men chuckled in tandem. “I am too, kitten. We love you so much.” Your eyes watered at Minho’s rare soft confession and Jisung’s agreement. “Now enough of this sappy shit, go to sleep you lumberjack.” Of fucking course, it is Lee Minho we are talking about here.

“Why am I not surprised that you could ruin such a beautiful moment?” Jisung slapped Minho’s arm and he slapped back, starting a poking and tickling fight between the two.

“Hey! Cut it out or I’m leaving you two to go sleep in my room!” They squeezed you tightly when you wiggled in their grasp and then trapped you in a vice grip.

“I’d like to see you try, kitten.” Minho’s seductive tone sent shivers down your spine and Jisung mimicked his voice.

“We’re never letting you go, baby girl.”

You sighed and snuggled in. “I guess I can’t complain about that. The feeling is mutual.”

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If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! Please like, follow, and share! Thanks baby stays! 😘

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[puppietooth]

let me preface this by saying i will love and adore and cherish s3 no matter happens. however, i will say — the one thing i want to see is carmy going out of his way to get back on sydney’s good side.

i’m talking begging for forgiveness, grovelling at her feet, bending over backwards for her.

imagine:

carmy gets out of that walk-in, sees the queasy look on her face, and is already drafting that notes app apology in his head. he tells her he’s sorry and that he fucked up and she tells him they managed to pull everything off without him but she cannot with his bullshit right now.

that hits him like a punch to the gut and, well, he gets it cause it’s definitely deserved.

but as the weeks go on, carmy tries to talk to her she only responds in shrugs, nods, and yes chefs. sydney goes home straight after service, after she helps with clean up, does not linger and talk in the office with him like they did before. carmy tries joking with her and she rolls her eyes more often than not. he asks her if she wants to work on the menu with him and she says no and he gets the feeling that she doesn’t even want to be alone with him anymore.

and that’s when he realizes — fuck. she’s so mad at him.

my girl is mad at me i want to die.

so? what else is carmy supposed to do but the most?

sydney comes in one morning and tells tina she was running late so she couldn’t stop by her favourite spot to get her morning latte. carmy overhears this and takes it upon himself to run to that spot, ten blocks over, to get her that latte. and when he gets back, sweetly and breathless, he gives it to her only to find out it’s the completely wrong order. but syd smiles, just a little, says a small thanks.

during family, he casually hints at the fact that he’s seeing a therapist now — says sorry chef i have therapy saturday afternoon when marcus asks if anyone would be down to go to the farmers market with him. because he needs her to know that he’s trying to get better. for himself, yes, but also for her.

his notifications are on and his phone is never on silent anymore — carmy vows to never miss a text or a call from her ever again.

carmy starts checking in with her about everything. when the walls need to be painted again he tells her, asks sydney if she’s okay with changing the floral arrangements but the bar, lets her know he’s ordering new aprons for the line cooks, runs tweets by her before posting them to the bear’s twitter account. and it gets to the point where syd has to tell him to chill — that she appreciates him not wanting to keep her in the dark, but some things just don’t need her approval. pats him on the shoulder and tells him it’s his restaurant, too.

it might come off as a bit showy but he tells her great work today, chef sydney after every service — because she is doing great work.

when sydney’s finally moving out of her dad’s place carmy is there, bright and early, moving her boxes into his car, trying to avoid the subtle stink eye her dad is giving him. again, deserved. he drives her out to her new place, helps her set everything up and lingers when she asks him if he wants coffee.

carmy shows up for her, everytime. he sets his own priorities aside, swaps them out for hers. sydney says jump and he asks how high?

it all comes to head on her birthday. before service he goes up to her and gives her a present — a scarf, fabric pink and decorated with prints of various different flowers. it’s soft and silky and he saw it on a mannequin in a window front while he was downtown a couple of weeks ago, immediately thought of her. she tells him it’s lovely and beautiful and she’ll wear it all the time but that he really didn’t have to — that he doesn’t have to keep trying to win her over, that she isn’t mad at him anymore, that she hasn’t been mad for a few weeks now, that she can see he’s trying.

then, sydney hugs him, strong and gentle at the same time, tells him — i see you, carmy.

whatever is supposed to happen after that does not happen because fak starts yelling about an exploding toilet from the room over so sydney scoffs and says she’ll go take care of it.

and it’s at that exact moment that carmy becomes aware of what he hasn’t been aware of but that has been there, right in front of him this whole time.

holy shit.

he likes sydney.

he likes her a lot.

#ahhhhhhh so excited for s3 #my girl is mad at me i hope i die!!!! #sydcarmy #sydney adamu #the bear #carmy berzatto

[kpopnstarwars]

listen to me rant about predebut unwhitewashed ateez:

firstly, i apologise for this absolute shitpost, and i don't know where any of the photos are from so apologies if they're acc urs or smt.

secondly, i apologise for the fact none of this is in order because this originally started as predebut yungi and then descended into ot8 chaos.

thirdly, i apologise for the huge rambles about whitewashing and fine men.

lastly, i apologise because i have no clue how to change size of pictures in tumblr so some are massive and some are tiny (send help)

just look at this:

OK FIRSTLY LIKE MINGI'S ACNE?? i never thought i'd find acne attractive (like, i don't mind it, but my view on it has always been pretty neutral, it's just a thing that happens sometimes). erm like first of all thank you for debunking that stupid 'glass skin' thing because for the people who actually don't have glass skin it's such an expectation to live up to, and secondly you're fine as fuck. LIKE SHUT UP RN I WANT TO KISS HIM AUBAUVVFASIKYFSAA. and then there's that picture of him in the car which i can't find rn and he's like looking to the side and he highkey looks like keeho from p1h like um mingi u had no right to look that fine predebut like have you seen skz predebut they literally looked like infants?

everyone else under the cut

ok, onto exhibit b, yunho.

LOOK AT HIM. i actually don't know if this is predebut yunho because he looks damn good but the twitter post said so, so idk but like??? he was either 19 or sub 19 here like???? I DO NOT SEE 19 YEAR OLD MEN OUTSIDE ON THE STREET LOOKING AS FINE AS THIS. and if this picture isn't predebut well my arguement is still valid because the other pictures of him which i can't be bothered to add rn still look cute asf.

i love the predebut pictures of seonghwa because he's so unwhitewashed it's beautiful.

im pretty sure this is a picture of him from the third kq fellaz thingy, so that counts as predebut, but OMFG HIS SMILE??? AND HIS SKIN IS SO NICE AND LIKE UNWHITEWASHED?? LET MY BOY'S SKIN BREATHE OMFG-

here's predebut hongjoong:

LIKE????? HE'S SO CUTE I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET?? i know this post has disintegrated from me saying predebut ateez were fine to me just fawning over them being cute teenagers but like i would a hundred percent have fallen for them if they had been my classmates or anything so um yeah.

so onto yeosang:

like... the sass? the visuals? from day one? I SEE YOU BROTHER. also ignore how the pictures are getting like younger and younger ok finding predebut pictures is hard. oh yeah and did i mention whitewashing in this post like thank god the predebut pics aren't whitewashed.

ok now san:

LIKE EXCUSE ME???? I HAVE MANY WORDS TO SAY?? like umm he was a hundred percent a twig back then but like one look at his unwhitewashed face and i would have d i e d. he'd have been one of those guys i saw across the street and had to do a double take because he's highkey FINE. also it doesn't help that i acc know a guy who kind of looks like a mix of predebut san and predebut seonghwa who i highkey had a crush on last year but um tmi.

so onto wooyoung:

i acc had to look hard for a good picture where i wasn't about to start cracking up over his bowl cut so we're just gonna accept this one. as you can see he already had the 'i am a kpop idol with trendy shoes on' thing going on so his fate was already destined. also more appreciation for no whitewashing like THANK YOU THANK YOU AAAAAH. also another guy i'd probably have a crush on if they were in my class.

last but not least jongho:

i know there were many funnier pictures i could have put on but like um i just really love this photo bc he just looks so... jongho. erm and let me mention one more time that his skin is breathing!! he's not whitewashed!! what a man.

congrats if you made it to the end of this absolute batshit crazy post

#rambles #ateez #predebut ateez #seonghwa #park seonghwa #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #jeong yunho #yunho #kang yeosang #yeosang #choi san #san #song mingi #mingi #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #choi jongho #jongho #predebut mingi #predebut yunho #predebut hongjoong #predebut seonghwa #predebut yeosang #predebut san #predebut wooyoung #predebut jongho #dont mind me spamming the tags

[just-some-sorta-person]

Can we please talk more about Nagi and Reo's favorite songs please I found out what the lyrics were for them today and I cant stand them

Like Reo what do you mean ur fav song is about a strange chameleon who has a thorny tail that won't fall off who is prepared to be destroyed when the person it adores changes what do you meaaaannn. What do you mean "the cat that finally got used to you was only hungry the whole while and it's all just an illusion" and then the song ends with "I'm still glad that I met you" . WHAT DOES THIS MEAAANNNN

And Nagi. Nagi, what do you mean ur fav song is about regretting miscommunication and yearning for happiness?? What do you mean "Please forgive me, The me who keeps saying things with a sigh" What do you mean "Let's meet again next year", "Please give us happiness like in the paintings"

Also, if the lyrics are truly consistent with the characters, it would imply Nagi being rather aware of the miscommunication, of him saying the wrong things to assure Reo, and regretting it. (also Reo being insecure, thinking their friendship was an illusion and Nagi a stray cat that outgrew him) and I really wonder 2 things

What this says about what to expect for the epinagi vers of the breakup coming out next chapter or chapter after that. Cus I feel like we're gonna get a Nagi monologue/explanation. I know the next chapter's title is trash/POS and the running theory is that this is Reo's thoughts about himself - which I think will definitely be the case. But I also wonder if Nagi becomes frustrated at how he lashed out and hurt Reo, causing Nagi to call himself a POS? Like, if he regrets it to the degree of admonishing himself. We already see him apologizing (in his head of course) but I wonder if he'd go further.

What does this say about where they're at in the main manga? Have Reo's anxieties been assuaged, or does he still think of himself as a strange chameleon tagging along with the person they love until they're inevitably thrown away because they cant seem to get rid of their thorny feelings? And Nagi, if he's truly aware of how he hurt Reo's feelings or if he becomes more aware does he think the problem is solved now that Reo's back or does he still feel like amends need to be made and is fumbling around trying to figure out how to get Reo to trust him again (thinking of how he thanks Reo and Reo laughs it off, thinking about how he always compliments Reo)

I feel like I'm gonna have more thoughts later and make a more detailed post adding stuff (and repeating some stuff from here because my brain requires completion like that haha) or maybe not who knows

whole thing prompted bc I saw anacchi48 's translation of Nagi's song on Twitter. I actually had kinda a hard time finding much of a translation elsewhere. Reo's song is pretty easy to find a translation of tho

#nagireo #reonagi #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bllk #blue lock #episode nagi #nagireo meta #also the way both of these songs are about yearning for something you dont have kills me

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a social blunder? Please focus on the blunder not the fiction fan parts T_T Gender doesn't matter, we're both 24.

I follow 400+ accounts on twitter, mostly artists. I need to keep some people muted, eg nsfw artists who might end up on my tl at a wrong time, or artists who post a lot of Kpop stuff I'm not into etc. Basically I curate my tl well.

A friend (K) got into a ship a few months ago, started retweeting a ton of sfw-nsfw art, I muted them but kept up conversation otherwise. For the whole of last month tho I was preoccupied and only saw what was on my tl (didn't check muted accounts) and only talked to my closest friends. I also had notifications muted.

Last week I was going around catching up with my other friends who I didn't talk to last month and realized K had messaged me, their usual memes and pet videos, some fanarts. All went ignored for over a month. So I sent them a ship art of their fave character from a lesser known artist (hoping to surprise) as peace offering.

K replied soon, just as usual, didn't mind that I was MIA. At no point did they seem upset or angry during this conversation. Now this is the case. They ignored the ship art at first until I asked if they liked it, they said it was a huge notp and they already blocked the artist. I apologized. They said, and I'm copying, "Nooo it's okay, you wouldn't have known 😅"

We talked for some more and they were still casual. We talked about that ship too. Thing is their fave character in this ship is like the fanfavorite Hole, all other people I know from that fandom ship him with Everyone. So I thought K would like anything I sent. I then checked K's account and found out K only liked one (1) ship with this character and they have retweeted hundreds of fanarts. They've written fics for them. They have also recently talked about why they disliked the notp in private. Later I saw that they were harassed by notp's fans on CC.

Anyone following K for a couple days would know this but I missed it because on top of muting I didn't get to check their account for a month. Made 2+2, they had somehow figured out I muted them and that's why excused my mistake that way. Now I think they were being sarcastic. It made me panic and I felt terrible. I looked at their account more thoroughly, that's how I found the CC anon hate.

After that conversation they're avoiding me? I'm not sure. My new messages are unread, they don't reply to comments much. But they don't seem to be online often anyways and I know for a fact they also keep notifications disabled, so I don't know.

Ship preference or nsfw posting is not a problem so please don't come at us over that.

AITA for potentially upsetting my friend by muting and temporarily ignoring them, then sending something they hate without checking first?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thebroccolination]

it confuses the hell out of me how Tumblr out of all places harbors most negativity toward BMF. situation it's much better now though, but the early period and before the show aired was nothing but spite an vitriol filling the tags. on the bright side, pretty much every other platform is head over heels for BMF, especially Reddit. they're usually critical af but BMF seems to be universally praised. anyways, I'm beyond excited for the remaining eps, and here's hoping for a strong finale so this show becomes one of the often recommended ones 🙏

On BMF getting more negativity on Tumblr than other places:

I thiiiiink it's because Tumblr has an especially high North American/European user base, and that's where the majority of the Krist hate seems to come from. What people still point to (the IG story, the rape filter joke, the "I don't want to watch Singto specifically kiss other men because this is fanservice on a variety TV show that people are going to quote out of context as me saying I don't like watching men kiss" thing) are either debunked or happened years ago, but when interfans arrived in droves in 2020, they kicked up old news like it was brand new and passed around hearsay like it was fact.

I mean, even I've learned new things since I made my post and thread about Krist back in September. For one, GMM didn't arrange his press conference in 2020 to address the issues. Krist did. Even though he'd already apologized multiple times over the years for things he never repeated, he still wanted to take accountability because of the amount of attention interfans were bringing to it. Part of that press conference was Krist even saying he'd never make excuses for what he's done and that he'll apologize as long as he's asked to.

The first(?) apology Krist made for the IG story was long, long ago, one I can't even find a translation for, that's how long ago it was. But Krist's long-time fans said that someone did translate it, but their English wasn't strong, so interfans picked apart their translation as if Krist's apology was lacking. (It's like how some interfans criticized Win in Between Us for being forceful because the subtitles originally said "kiss me" when what he actually said in Thai was "can I kiss you?" Interfans who don't speak Thai just make assumptions based on translations sometimes and it's part of my villain origin story.) Again, I don't have the apology to hand, but apparently one part of it was Krist saying something like, "I responded without thinking of how it would look. As a Y actor, I don't have those kinds of bigoted thoughts. This is my home, and I'm very proud of and supportive of the community that's raised me and cared for me," and the fan translation apparently paraphrased all of that into something like, "As a BL actor, of course I'm not homophobic." So like. Even when he's apologized, interfans have historically found a way to throw rocks at him anyway, so it gets exhausting to see people casually calling him homophobic because Melanie in Minnesota saw a screenshot of an IG story on Twitter and then made a list of six problematic BL actors you should definitely avoid because they skin babies and punt puppies into volcanoes.

On BMF being great:

I'm so excited for the last three episodes. \:D/

I'm so proud of Krist and Gawin for the work they've done up until now. It's wild to think about the amount of information they had to keep in mind as they were filming. Because, like, series already film out of order, but they also had to keep in mind different timelines of the same characters out of order. The fact that you can see not only Kawi's growth but everyone else's as well so fluidly and consistently over the episodes so far says a great deal about the quality of the production, I think. The directing, the writing, the acting. All of it is really, truly phenomenal.

Aaahhhh why is it only Tuesday. :'(

ANYWAY thank you, Anon! Sorry for the rant about Krist. I'm just tired of seeing him get so much hate for years on end when he's such a loving and giving person who's been a vocal queer ally since SOTUS. Not just during Pride, either. He really has been deeply misconstrued by interfans at large, and I just hope the people who've made up their minds about hating him (and the ones who've made their hate so public they're too stubborn to admit they misread him) will just learn to ignore him and stop tormenting him. He's already suffered panic attacks and depression as a result of the constant abuse, and it's repulsive that anyone thinks that's acceptable to do.

#kiranokira answers #krist perawat #be my favorite

[adracat]

G Witch episode 17 thoughts

The one where everything goes wrong (but I like angst so we're cool gwitch, I luv u)

It's late, I'm braindead and emotionally everywhere with this episode but that's just an average Suletta Sunday. Let's go!

We saw this coming a mile away but it's still tough to watch Mio fall right into Prospera's machinations, even if she's aware. She just loves Suletta so much and wants her free, striking a deal with this metaphorical devil to do it. But faustian bargains never come without a heavy price.

Already posted some of my thoughts about this on twitter but there's more room to ramble here so you all will suffer for it. It's so clever and painful for these two to be having two separate convos happening at the same time; a common theme with them like we see in ep10. Mio seems resigned but still checks if Suletta will voluntarily cede Aerial without a duel. Suletta, believing she's being tested after their previous conversation, states firmly she won't. Her desire for Mio''s approval is so blatant, with the added subtext of 'Yes, there are precious things I can't give up.' Aerial is one of them, and I think we'll see Mio is the other. Her little shy looks at Mio are so cute ;-;

Shaddiq is being... Shaddiq. I am wondering what his end goal for gundams will be considering as far as we know, Aerial is the only one that doesn't take a pilot's life. Is he so convinced they're the future for Earthian liberation? It's a quick but interesting bit of intrigue.

LMAO GET WRECKED 5LAN. This was hilarious and a long time coming. I was getting really sick of his predatory antics. Looks like he well and truly burned any lingering fondness. Interesting he lets slip he's not the same Elan though. I wonder if she caught that? Guel coming in clutch for the save was a neat callback to ep1

Too bad for Guel, Suletta is completely down bad for short sassy girlbosses. This convo was quite endearing though since Guel accepts her rejection without a fuss. He even seems to support her feelings for Miorine and vice versa, as we see later. I suspect it's this exchange which prompts Miorine to bargain with him; her support of Jeturk/hand in marriage in exchange for his company backing. It was a tough decision for her to make, returning to a man she despised over love, but the Guel here is very different from ep1 Guel.

GOD, If this doesn't sum up her motivations in a nutshell. She wants Suletta free and happy. Away from her manipulative mother, from gundams, from Benerit; everything Mio does is for Suletta, including trading her own freedom in return and marrying a man she doesn't love. There's something to be said for her martyrdom blinding her to the truth that Suletta loves her just as fiercely. I imagine Mio thinks she's doing what's best for Suletta, that she can move forward without her. Of course, we know the truth. I'm weak for them ;-;(There's also a deep irony when you realize she's effectively doing the same thing as Delling)

I was wondering if Guel would have ptsd after earth, and the answer is OH YEAH. He was a mess. War does a number on you, even if logically you know this is just a duel. I felt bad for him, but I'm glad the show depicted this.

THIS. WAS. SO. RUDE. You can't just reveal Suletta was daydreaming about their future wedding while the godforsaken BIRTHDAY SONG plays. I had to watch that multiple times because of the sheer audacity. And Mio's shaking hands as Suletta basically proposes?? It was too much but hurt so good.

This was interesting though. Before Mio cuts Aerial's power, Eri apologizes. Did she know and was complicit? We read in Cradle Planet Eri wants Suletta to be free of Prospera's revenge, so did she allow this plan because it would give Suletta freedom? I like to think so, tragic as it is.

I knew that visor had something to do with GUND. Something tells me this will be the catalyst to getting Miorine an eye implant. (The ED told me)

Utena parallels aside, this moment was telegraphed from the first conversation between them this episode. I've seen many malign Mio over this, completely ignoring she's making what she *thinks* is the best decision for Suletta.

Is it hypocritical? Unfair? Sure. But it's hardly nonsensical or sudden. She's overly harsh because she believes it'll free Suletta from her entirely. Suletta won't fight for her if she thinks Mio never cared. We the audience know she's being played - Mio knows it too - but she still thinks this is the only way to sever Suletta from her mother. She was faced with a terrible choice and is deciding to be selfless. My heart aches for them both.

This was masterclass in heartbreak, gotta admit. She was twisting that knife. I understand the anger somewhat, but look at the bigger picture here. We can still see Suletta return cool-san, maybe on one knee?

I can't wait until next week when... whaz tha? you say it's TWO WEEKS?! 🫠🫠🫠

#g witch #g witch spoilers #g witch episode 17 #sulemio #miorine rembran #suletta mercury #gundam witch from mercury #guel jeturk #prospera mercury #Guess i'll crawl under a rock #or play zelda ffs

[simplyclary]

You Are Devastatingly Handsome

Before anything else, I would just like to preface something...

I am known to be a wholesome gal but I occasionally do allow myself to post something considered "thirsty" especially if it's about my celebrity crushes. This post about TZP is probably one of the first [but maybe not the last, who knows?] "thirsty" post I will ever write on here.

Now, onto the actual gist of this....

Devastatingly Handsome. Devastatingly Gorgeous. Seriously Luscious. You name whatever combo of words and Taylor Zakhar Perez has probably already heard it or read it in his comment section on social media. I mean, seriously? Look at his face? Can you blame me and my fellow TZP fans? I can only agree with the aforementioned adjective combos.

The moment I first saw him as Alex Claremont-Diaz on my screen last August, I was instantly charmed and captivated by him. Like his handsome face, his brown deer-like eyes, his facial expressions and his physique had my full attention.

But what I wanted to really "thirst" over in this entry is his jawline and side profile. Like Taylor has one of the sharpest jawlines I have every seen in my entire life, it actually drives me nuts. Every single time I see a photo of him facing sideways and his jawline is on full display, I immediately go feral and I have to put my phone down and breathe hard for a couple minutes.

I can never find the right words to describe how good he looks every time photos of him pop up on my social media feed (trust me, my Twitter/X and IG feeds are littered with photos and videos of him). I'm actually speechless right now so I'll keep this one short but you get the point, right?

Taylor Zakhar Perez is one of the most attractive human beings on this earth and I believe he's an actual angel. Like he's so easy on the eyes, he has no bad angles, he has a way of mesmerizing you when he speaks that you want to just stare at him and hang on to every word he says. He's also good-hearted and kind and should be protected at all costs.

If there is one thing I know for sure, Taylor is definitely more than just a pretty face.

I definitely went off-track but hey, that's how it is. TZP just leaves me breathless with every photo I see of him and I definitely have been mesmerized and hypnotized by him just through a photo or a fan-taken video, if I feel like being honest.

That's it for this "thirsty" post. Told you guys, I'm a wholesome gal so I apologize if this wasn't "thirsty" enough for y'all but you take what you get. ;)

#taylor zakhar perez #rwrb #red white and royal blue #random thoughts

[ingravinoveritas]

hi again! you might already know about this, but i really felt like bringing it up to you!

turns out michael's mom is pretty active on twitter and these past few days she's been engaging nonstop with tweets talking about aziracrow being in love. she's definitelymichael's #1 fan, but i couldn't help noticing the amount of not-about-characters stuff she seems to engage with too. Among tweets talking about Aziraphale's loving stare, queer fans making our usual queer jokes and remarks about them, michael reading fanfiction, miles maitland gifs, there's a good amount of... this. She surely has liked random stuff among the 14.6k rts/likes she has, so i'm attatching some examples of what she's been liking and rting because-- what the hell (i even spotted one of your tweets in the mix!) she even liked a tweet calling AL and GT innefable wives ??

my first thought was how embarrased i'd personally be if my mom was seeing comments online about me and my best buddy being madly in love, let alone engaging with them, but after it settled i'm just... in awe that this probably +70 y/o woman is being this supportive over social media 😭 so heart warming (btw i'm sorry for randomly popping up into your questions twice today- i have literally made this account after finding yours, feeling a bit less alone in the world)

(Grouping these two Asks together since they are related.) Ask #1: Hi there! No need at all to apologize for being in my inbox twice in same day. I'm so glad that my blog has been helpful and meaningful to you, and that you felt compelled to write in as a result. Welcome aboard!

So, Mama Sheen. She's been doing this for years--at least since 2019, when I first started following Michael on Twitter--but I will tell you my slightly crackpot theory, which is that for a while back in the day, I thought that maybe her account was actually Michael's secret alt account. (What better place to hide than in plain sight, after all...). I'm not so sure about that now, of course, but it's been really interesting to see her retweeting so much shippy stuff involving Michael and David, and as both you and @tamose pointed out, she especially seems to have ramped it up since GO 2 came out.

I also wanted to touch on you describing Mama Sheen as Michael's #1 fan, because although I wholeheartedly agree, it's a curious thing to me that we can more easily see her as Michael's number one fan than his own girlfriend. It's Mama Sheen--not AL--who has been retweeting all of this, who's been cheering him on, engaging with fan content, and retweeting all things Ineffable Husbands/GO 2. I've written on my blog previously about how I've never really seen AL be supportive of him (and how she spent much of 2020 and 2021 making fun of his appearance/fat-shaming him), as well as how she is not at all part of that polyamorous/throuple dynamic with Michael, David, and Georgia. And while I know the lack of engagement and carefully calculated interactions/posts could be chalked up to her not being able to promote the show due to the SAG strike, that doesn't really excuse her tepid support of Michael himself.

(Also, don't even get me started on the cringeyness of Georgia and AL as Ineffable Wives, not to mention how insulting it is to David and Michael personally and to their work as professionals to suggest that they are replaceable/that Georgia and AL (or anyone else) could play Aziraphale and Crowley and give us the same dynamic and chemistry we saw on screen...)

But yes, going back to Mama Sheen, I have long thought that she seems to ship Michael and David, and how sweet and heartwarming it would be if Michael brought David over for tea or dinner--especially because his own mother passed away several years ago--and no doubt Mama Sheen would dote on him and make sure he's fed and happy. It's especially interesting to contemplate when we see this picture from the Bright Young Things UK premiere in 2003, which almost looks like Mama (and Papa) Sheen posing with Michael and his kilt-wearing Scottish boyfriend:

Beautiful. Well, it's certainly something delightful to think about, at any rate. Whatever the case may be, I fully agree that it is lovely to see Michael's mom being so supportive and accepting of her son, particularly in the midst of such a hostile, anti-LGBTQ climate in the UK. We love you, Mama Sheen! ❤️

#armangelus #tamose #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #mama sheen #also seeing one of my tweets pop up in a fandom context will never not be amusing to me #first my thread about fanfic going viral in 2019 #then Neil flirting with me two years ago #i don't even know anymore #tell me again that they're not a couple #Mama always knows #ineffable lovers #discourse

[pangolin-404]

Im honestly really worried for ranboo. Most people that get this big on the internet either get desensitized to stuff and become a bit of an asshole (or a full asshole) or get destroyed because of how much they care. Ranboo seems to be heading towards the second category and I wish for them to be okay

[post]

I really have no idea where I see Ranboo going from here. There are plenty of big creators who do good (Jacksepticeye's Thankmas, MCC charity events) and to me, the Particles for Palestine event was like that. A big creator utilizing their platform to raise awareness and charity. I... genuinely I don't see how people are so upset with Ranboo over . what? Not doing more? Not coming out with in-depth, nuanced reactions to global events? When they probably knew as much as you or I did.

Yes he broke promises, he is not a guiltless victim; he kept playing TLOU2 even after told of its inspiration, he didn't do as much charity as he said he would, and it's good he's acknowledging that, but this visceral reaction to him runs deeper than that, it looks like? I feel like he should stop raising peoples' expectations and over-promising; he's one guy, he's young.

I know it's probably mostly in Twitter--in the Tumblr tags, the worst I saw was a couple people calling them spineless (sorry Ranboo, but good lird, he is a little bit spineless for not telling people to stop idolizing him). But I can't wrap my head around the logic behind people going after his ankles.

Now, I personally can't think of anyone fitting the "get destroyed" option you claim has happened, Anon. So I'll be honest I think it's a little bit overdramatic, but I agree with you in that I'm also worried for Ranboo.

I worry that a whole nonprofit will be too much for them. That is a whole organization, and even if they have others working with them, that is a lifelong commitment. This is something he cannot back out of (or he will be making another empty promise) or give to someone else to handle (he said he would be active in it).

Ranboo has Generation Loss/Chronicle 0, White Noise, The Sorry Boys (if that still exists. please it's been months,), his usual streams and YouTube videos, and his own personal life and self to tend to. Genuinely, I worry a whole entire nonprofit organization that intends to address very heavy topics will break the camel's back. I don't know what that will look like, but I doubt it'd be great for his mental health and anxiety (and I worry talking too much about that, lest I get parasocial, if I haven't already!).

(I'll be honest, I don't expect the organization to go anywhere past its first few months of existence; if it does, it will be without their major role in it, or they'd be stretched too thin. I feel bad for saying that.)

All due respect to him, of course, but he is a variety gamer on twitch dot teevee, and I do not understand why people demand more and more charity and apology from him when his job is to play video games and make people laugh.

I get why people want him to state his stances, to be assured he supports Palestine. To be vocal about a tragedy happening. I get why people expect a charity stream during pride month, or an eventual donation to somewhere to help during a disaster. What I do not understand is how this isn't enough for some people.

to quote something I said when talking to a friend about this: I think he should tweet "yall need to respect me as a regular everyday person and stop seeing me as a paragon" and delete twitter and turn off the internet in his house

#thoughts #asks #ranboo #discourse #anonymous #also: again like the post this ask is from; I want to hear others' perspectives on this act

[xxintruderloverxx]

Another document from ven just now

For some point I'm still in the Mandela Catalogue fandom but really everyone is forgiving Alex but ven made a document this morning because I woke up I helped my grandma doing watering the plants and I checked if there's any post about Alex kister drama and I saw the link and I'm starting to forgive Alex kister my internet friend which is Katari had enough about the Alex kister drama because I want the drama to be over I see people forgives Alex in his community post i feel sorry for him because I hit his feelings in Twitter and his career was ruined by ven and Alex was ok tho and I watched the live stream about the whole document of ven apologizing? About it and I specifically not to be confused and curious but I know why DB is a person and I know why alex is innocent

1. He is not a gr00mer

2. He's not a pr3d@t0r

3. He is not a p3d0phile

4. Don't harassment to anyone or Alex

5. Don't spread about hate on Alex kister just forgive him

6. I already support victims and Alex about this because I'm extremely so upset

7. Mandela Catalogue is not a fetish content stop saying it's a fetish content why would do such a thing

Idk how will the VA's coming back to the Mandela Catalogue to be a actors and I basically had what's on my mind many people deleted the fanarts of mandela Catalogue it makes my brain and heart so upset and they keep unlisted the videos and they keep making a hate in Alex

I cancelled my TMC au's and OC's

Everyone which is the Mandela Catalogue fans or community and crews Some point left the community left they really got so mad about it the actions about Alex

Because they say Mandela Catalogue is a fetish content and Alex said don't make sexual these characters but I don't sexual to the characters I only make a self ship to intruder because yes I only make a AU of it so I feel extremely tired about this

Also have a good day or noon or night and I hope the vol. 5 will be there soon and it's on delayed someone commented me on Twitter because yes and I hope Alex kister is ok and I will wait for his response he deleted his Twitter posts I feel sorry for him and I hope I can subscribe to his channel back because he only has 971k but I'm very still upset and I hope the VA's and the communites and fans and crew might forgive him I already forgive him i commented his community post on YouTube

So again don't harassment on Alex or ven

So I don't stay anyones side I'm on Alex's side and I stand with him for now

Don't judge or hate on me so

And I will see you guys if I'm finished what I'm doing I'm having a break and I have school works and do something for my family and I will see you guys if I come back to draw more Mandela Catalogue characters

So see you intruder homies 🪐

4/9/2024

#the mandela catalogue #alex kister callout #alex kister

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I don't call myself army, just a music fan, like to follow grown up fans of kpop and other groups and honestly up until now I thought your characterization of kpop fans and multis behavior to BTS was very one-sided and overblown. But now I'd like to offer you an apology Bpp. I keep up with a bunch of kpop podcasts run by kpop fans and black women and I follow this 30+ black woman whose whole shtick is being in kpop for vibes, not engaging in fanwars and overall being above the gross behavior from immature racist armys. So imagine my horror when I open my Twitter today and the first thing I see is this:

https://twitter.com/SideShowShit/status/1647483768423464961?s=20

My heart is so heavy and burdened by this I don't even know where to start bpp. Just last week I saw a Shinee/taemin/multi fan say the hate against Jimin should 'show give those armys a taste of what they do' when Jimin has been the target of overwhelming hate from the same shinee fans since his debut. I'm thinking to just leave kpop completely because this kind of brain rot in adults over nothing makes me depressed as fuck. I sympathize more with armys now more than ever. I love Jimin and don't want to stop actively following him. How do you deal with all this hate? Seriously how do you do it?

***

Hi Anon,

Your link.

Abridged answer: "I got no worries because you can't stop me lovin' myself" - reference linked here. :)

Long-form answer:

Like I've said before, if you've managed to make your way to the podcast side of k-pop stan environments you already have my condolences lmao. I won't state the exact reasons for that here but you're already experiencing a few of those reasons it seems.

That user is actually familiar to me - she's a black woman who works in the US entertainment industry, Hollywood to be exact, in a semi-administrative role. That person is a Blink who runs in the same circles as Ash - a k-pop writer/podcaster and multi in the US; Carrie - an Exol and Shawol in Toronto who writes K-drama/film reviews; Tamar - a Jewish Blink and multi who is a k-pop journalist; and a bunch of other k-pop writers, journalists, DJs, and otherwise 'grown-ups in k-pop' who can't seem to speak even in a neutral capacity about BTS, let alone ARMY, despite many of them deriving their livelihoods from the spread of k-pop in the West spearheaded in a large part by BTS. It's partly why ARMYs are extremely skeptical of k-pop journalism because oftentimes these content creators, journalists or reviewers are just stans of other groups with barely concealed animus for BTS. And also why the quality of critical conversations in k-pop fandom is so poor. I mean, how can you trust the opinion of an adult Black woman who should intimately know the implications of racism, calling Jimin, Oli London, unprovoked? It's all so comical but also kinda tragic lol.

You sent me this ask just as I was publishing this post so perhaps you hadn't yet seen what I've said about the dominant behaviours of k-pop stans in fandom.

I understand how painful it is to see things like that but I suggest you ignore them, report and block the account if it bothers you that much, but otherwise focus on celebrating Jimin and the things you love about him. I keep saying that hate does nothing but create more of the same. Many of the people who belong to rival fandoms, especially the fandoms that have a history of being abusive to BTS and ARMY since as far back as 2014, including fans of Shinee, EXO, Beast, Super Junior, and since 2018, BlackPink, many of the people in those fandoms default to hating anything connected to BTS, and it fascinates me even now how it's like a social contagion.

If seeing opinions like that really distress you, it's okay to step back from k-pop completely. In fact I recommend it for people who tend to get really emotionally connected to the artists they support, because none of those people are going to learn to do better, and chances are you could begin mirroring their behaviour if you get too attached. I'm friends with many people from those fandoms because they've known me since before I became ARMY, they know what I think, value, and tolerate, and they share the same values as me. But a few of those friends have been sort of 'excommunicated' from their fandoms because they refuse to engage in the hate towards BTS, and this happens far more often than you think.

I write as much as I do about this topic because I get it. Nobody wants to see shit like that. But at the same time, those sentiments towards Jimin and BTS have always existed and Jimin is still happy, thriving, more concerned with knowing what his fans think about his music, so if he's the reason you're here, then focus on him.

For me it's really that simple.

#Juwon Park too used to run in their circles since she's a VIP who doesn't like BTS and ARMY #That was until she said something anti-black and they realized she had very limited access to the industry anyway #You'll see these sorts of characters from time to time the longer you spend time outside ARMY spaces #If that bothers you then I strongly hope you detach from k-pop completely because it will only get worse the longer BTS remains on top #kpop #kpop fandom #multis #bts army #fandom behaviour #fandom behavior #bts #jimin #park jimin

[chainsawctopus]

Do you have Asa or any part 2 character's headcanons?

I loooooove the part 2 gang, and I've posted a bunch of hcs for them on Twitter a month ago! I'll copy and paste it all here

Warning, it's mostly Yoshida because my god I'm insane about him and I apologize

-Octopi are intelligent creatures so Yoshida's contract with the octopus devil is for him to get good grades because it doesnt want to work with a dumb human

-Yoshida ONLY drinks iced coffee, he can tolerate room temp but never hot

-Yoshida really likes cold food in general

-As a kid, Asa knew running while holding scissors is bad so she never did it because she knew she'd trip with them, but in grade school she probably tripped and got hurt anyway from a nearby classmate holding scissors

-Yoshida likes lemon lime sodas because I like lemon lime sodas no other reason it's just true

-Nayuta is a selective mute, but she and Denji click so well that he immediately knows if she needs anything even if she doesnt say or sign anything

-As reckless as he is sometimes, Denji is still very good at taking care of Nayuta, he learned a lot from Aki and from taking care of all the dogs. THIS I'm quite sure is basically canon, even just from the small glimpse of them together in ch97

-If CSM took place in modern times, Yoru is SHIT at video games and Asa is average (hi, not part of the original twt thread, I just remembered that csm doesn't take place THAT long ago and that Denji and Power literally bought a video game console with... Aki's money... So yeah the modern times part was a little dumb of me, but it still applies to some of the hcs ahead)

-Denji spams buttons in fighting games and Yoshida has combos memorized, but somehow he still loses to Denji sometimes

-Yuko is better than all of them and is probably a speedrunning champion

-If all four (five w yoru) of them played games together, Denji and Asa would be at each other's throats while Yoshida and Yuko silently keep playing and win in the end

-Yoru:"I WANT TO KEEP PLAYING!"

Asa:"YORU IT'S BEEN HOURS, IT'S MY TURN TO PLAY ALREADY"

-Remember the doom & acnh thing back then? Yeah Yoru is the one buying acnh and Yuko is the one buying doom

-Yoshida is a rhythm gamer and has spent hundreds of hours on his favs, BUT HE REFUSES TO TRY OSU.

-Denji unironically likes cbat

-Yuko would secretly be one of those popular vocaloid producers that make songs with really dark themes

-Asa listens to her songs a lot without knowing it's Yuko

-Oopsie I just made a fanfic prompt by accident lol feel free to steal the idea

That's the original thread! Here's a couple more hcs I have though, mostly just lgbtq hcs:

-Yuko is nonbinary (in the same way she can't understand people, she can't understand gender roles and all that dumb shit cishets push)

-Related to that last part, Yuko is autistic! It was genuinely my first thought when I read the "I don't understand people" line in 105, I love her so dearly (also I'm also a nonbinary autistic so I'm projecting a little)

-Yoshida is gay and grey aromantic (grayromantic?? Forgot the term) (Also projecting except I'm bi instead of gay, u can tell I love projecting onto my scrimblos)

-Yukoasa are bi4les! Asa is bi but is sapphic leaning after the interaction that is ch104 JSJSKFJDJ she really thought man, men aren't worth it and just visited yuko

-Asa is transfem!! Idk I just saw the flashbacks she had and how she had short hair at one point and I was like hmm and my transfem moots agreed (That post blew up a little actually and some people genuinely thought I was weird or that I was stereotyping cause of the short hair, so I don't talk about this hc that often. I genuinely would've headcanoned her as transfem before I even saw the short hair though, I love hitting csm characters with the transification beam.)

-Speaking of, Yoshida is transmasc! He's a reincarnation of Togata from Fire Punch that was able to successfully transition (socially at least), and he binds! This is one of my fav hcs cause god I love Togata and Yoshida's eerieness in part 1 is really EXTREMELY similar to Togata, and they both have really similar features like black eyes and hair, the fringe between their eyes, the mole under their lip, AND THE WAY THEY SMILE??? I genuinely no joke think Yoshida was meant to be a nod to Togata back when Fujimoto drew him in part 1

-Back to the videogames thing, Asa would be 1st in Mario Kart then fuck up last minute right before she reaches the finish line, and she ends up in last place. My girl trips at the worst time even in video games 💀

Okaaaay brain empty now, hope you enjoyed all these hcs!!

#chainsaw man #chainsawman #csm #hirofumi yoshida #denji #yoshida csm #denji csm #asa mitaka #yoru mitaka #yuko csm #yoru csm #asa csm #csm headcanons #im sorry if some of these are dogshit i am just an ill 17 year old trying to have fun #csm part 2 is so fucking gay #fujimoto really said pride month is every month #togata fire punch #since i mentioned him once #togata is the trans guy ever #anyway stream in the back room by syudou #yes i will be adding that tag whenever i can