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How to Get Rid of Your Virginity; a one shot.

💘PAIRING: badboy!jungkook x theaternerd!reader 💘GENERE: College AU, smut, a little fluff 💘WORD COUNT: 4.6K 💘WARNINGS: Smut, smut, and more smut. 💘SUMMARY: You've always been the good girl who followed the rules but you're ready to shed that image and lose your virginity to the college's resident bad boy: Jungkook. 💘AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apparently, I really got into my feelings with this fic. A bit of sweetness at the end but mostly smut. I hope you enjoy!

Opposites attract – at least, that’s what your best friend, Elena, had told you. She had provided you with solid proof too.

“Just take a look around,” she had said, a cup full of vodka and cherry-flavored juice in her hand, motioning toward the various partygoers. She pointed out an art student cuddled up with a girl who looked like she belonged on the arm of a footballer. “That’s Taehyung. His girlfriend is the ‘All-American Girl’ type and he’s a huge nerd. But they’re in love.”

You nodded. “Okay, they’re the exception.”

She shook her head, taking a long sip, wincing at the burn of the alcohol. “Okay, what about them?” She pointed at Jimin. Jimin was your textbook Type-A worker bee. He was known to avoid large social gatherings like this but here he was, leaning against a wall, his girlfriend in his arms. He kissed her lightly on the neck before grabbing a hearty handful of her ass. “That is our resident party girl cuddled up with our best scholar.”

“He’s a fine scholar,” You admitted, and Elena agreed. “Okay, so what’s your point?”

“My point,” Elena began, taking another long sip. “Are that people from different sides of the track get together all the time. Cheerleader and nerd, party girl, and punctual pupil. Nerdy theater geek and super delicious bad boy.”

You were the nerdy theater geek she had been referencing and the delicious bad boy? That title belonged to Jungkook.

You glanced over at him. He was standing between Taehyung and Jimin, effortlessly chatting the night away. Jungkook had been on your radar ever since you started attending this university two years ago. He was an upperclassman, so you didn’t run into him often but when you did, you savored every second you got to gaze upon him. The man was beautiful. But make no mistake, this was not a crush. You thought he was sexy as hell, but you weren’t into him. You were a future Broadway star and Jungkook? Well, you don’t know what his future entailed but it was starkly different from yours. You were sure of it. There was no way you two would work out romantically.

You wanted him for different reasons. More carnal reasons. You wanted him to take your virginity.

But, while you wanted him, you weren’t sure if he wanted you. You didn’t look like his type – you assumed. But Elena was attempting to convince you otherwise.

“I just don’t think he’d be down for it,” you said with a shrug. “I mean, he’s not into girls like me.”

“He’s a man!” Elena said, her voice raised. You knew that was a sign that the liquor was kicking in for her. “He’s into any girl who wants to bone him! Go over there!”

Elena pushed you toward him, but you stopped, glaring at her. “What would I even say? ‘Hey, Jungkook, wanna fuck?’”

Elena nodded and gave you a blank stare. “That sounded perfect. What’s stopping you?”

You groaned. Of course, Elena would think that’s an acceptable way to approach a man but before you could protest, she was signaling Jungkook to come over. Your eyes widened, a mortifying feeling washing over you.

I could kill her, you thought, I could kill her and bury the body beneath the school’s theater.

Jungkook looked at Elena, a confused look etched across his handsome features. Then, he did the unthinkable. He began to walk over.

He stopped just short of the both of you, the wallflowers for the night, and smiled. “Good evening, ladies, how can I help you?”

Elena nudged you and you opened your mouth to speak but found only your pride, self-respect, and the last shred of confidence falling out of your mouth and onto the floor to be stomped on by a slew of drunken college students. Elena, noticing your mouth open and a dazed look on your face, rolled her eyes and blurted out, “She wants to fuck you.”

This is it, you thought, this is how I die.

But it wasn’t.

Because Jungkook’s eyes raked over you, a hint of lust clouding behind them, and smiled. “Oh, really?”

You nodded, fear and excitement striking into your heart.

Elena continued, “She’s been waiting to make a move all night, but she’s been too afraid to.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Consent is sexy, so I have to hear it from your mouth.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly nodding. “She’s not, I mean, I’m not –” You stopped, taking a deep breath. “Yes. Coitus is something I’d like to experience with you – I mean, if you’re up for it.”

He held out his hand. “Well, let’s go experience it.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

You looked between him and Elena searching for a reason as to why now wasn’t a good time to get your back blown out, but you couldn’t find one. Not a good one, anyway. So, you put on a brave face, took his hand, and let him lead you upstairs and into the nearest empty bedroom.

You didn't know who this bedroom belonged to as it had no signs of life. A basic dark wood dresser hugged the right wall, a few sports posters lined the walls and a simple full-sized bed with white and blue bedding sat in the middle of the floor. Jungkook took a seat on the bed, and you sat next to him, unable to meet his eye.

“Come here,” he said, cupping your face and drawing you forward.

He wanted a kiss, so you followed his lead, but your nose bumped into his. “I’m so sorry!” You said in a panicked voice. “I – I didn’t mean for –”

“It’s okay,” he said through a small laugh. Another attempt at a kiss was made but instead of bumping noses, you bumped foreheads. He rubbed his forehead, scrunching up his face. “Maybe we skip kissing,” he said, standing up. “How about this instead?” He began to climb on top of you. You readjusted yourself, hoping to make things flow more smoothly but you ended up kneeing him in the stomach.

“Fuck, I am so sorry!” You said as you watched him grit his teeth.

“It’s okay,” he said once again and rounded the other side of the bed. He took a seat and laid back. “Why don’t you come lay beside me?”

You nodded. You got up and laid down next to him.

“Why don’t you lead?” Jungkook suggested and you silently agreed that that might be for the best.

You began to get up but found your elbow stabbing him in the chest.

This was going horribly.

“Are you sure you want to have sex?” Jungkook asked.

“I do,” you said quietly, biting your lip. “I’m just really nervous.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. “Why are you nervous?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, avoiding his gaze. How do you tell one of the hottest guys on campus that you’re a virgin? A lonely loser virgin?

“If it’s me, then there’s nothing to be nervous about,” Jungkook said. “I’m not as experienced as everyone says I am. I mean, I have had sex with quite a few people – all safe and consensual of course – but I’m nothing like the lothario people say I am. I mean, I’m just –”

You cut him off. “I’m nervous because I’m a virgin.”

The room went quiet. Too quiet. Embarrassingly quiet. If there was a God, he would have taken mercy on you and allowed the world to swallow you at this exact moment. But no, mercy did not shine a light on you this day.

“And you wanted me to take your virginity?”

He seemed more surprised that you had chosen him as your virginity taker than the fact that you were still a virgin. Regardless, you nodded. “Yeah, I figured if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it to someone hot.”

His cheeks flashed a crimson color. “Don’t you want your first time to be special?”

You scoffed. “First off, virginity is just a construct and secondly, it would have been special no matter what because it’s my first time and I was in control. Besides, I’ve got a bucket list to finish this year.”

Jungkook looked at you. “Oh yeah? What else is on your list?”

“Smoking weed. I’ve never been high before.”

And just like that, Jungkook produced a blunt out of his back pocket. “You’re in luck. Listen, I don’t think the sex thing is going to happen tonight, but I can smoke you out.”

You felt relief wash over you. There was still hope. He said it wouldn’t happen tonight not that it wouldn’t happen ever – hey, it may have been delulu but you were going to take it and ride off with it into the sun. You watched closely as Jungkook lit the blunt, taking a few deep inhales, holding it in, and then exhaling, coughing along the way. Your first few attempts at smoking the joint were failures but after the third try, you got the hang of it. You also coughed a lung out but the serene feeling that flowed through you a few moments later was worth it.

The blunt had been reduced to a roach and you and Jungkook were lying on the bed, laughing and talking about everything under the sun. You learned he was a film major and planned on moving to Los Angeles after graduation to pursue a career out there. When you told him you wanted to be the next Audra McDonald, he didn’t laugh or tease you like so many others had before. He thought your love of theater was cool and asked you a million questions about it. He found it impressive that you could hold such high notes while doing intricate choreography. Finally, a silence settled over the two of you as the green forced you both into an extreme high.

“Can I ask you something?” Jungkook’s voice was like molasses, thick and slow. Or maybe you were just so damn high that’s how you heard it.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“What’s the farthest you’ve gone?”

“Like traveling?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean … with sex.”

“Oh,” you replied. “Um, I’ve jerked a guy off before.”

“Have you …” he began but trailed off. He turned his head to look at you, attempting to gauge your reaction. “Ever received oral?”

You shook your head. “Nah.”

“You want to?”

You froze, and a sobering feeling hit you like a pillow full of soap. The idea of getting your coochie licked sounded damn good right now, especially with the weed in your system. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’d like to try it one day.”

“How about today?”

You could still feel Jungkook’s eyes on you. Well, shit. You had already crossed one item off your bucket list. Might as well cross another. So, you said, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Within seconds, Jungkook was between your legs, lifting your pleated skirt to your hips and sliding your baby pink panties down. Your body froze as you felt a finger slide in between your slits. “A virgin who shaves,” you heard him muse, mostly to himself. A thumb began rubbing your clit and a gasp escaped your throat. Before you could say something else, his tongue was on your lips. Your … other lips. It darted out, parting your lips and flicking against your clit in a feverish way.

Your back arched in response and you felt as if all the air in your lungs had left your body. You found your hands gripping the white sheets as he buried his face deeper between your legs, his tongue sliding in and out of your hole before traveling up and down your slit and finally focusing back on your clit. The sensation became a little too much and you squirmed away, hoping to ease some of the intensity but that only made things worse. Jungkook wrapped his hands around your thick thighs, pulling you closer, spread your legs apart further, and kept his hands gripped on your thighs, ensuring you wouldn’t be going too far. “Don’t run from it,” you heard him whisper.

You’re not sure how long he was at it but by the time your world turned white, you were making noises only a dog could hear.

. . . . .

It wasn’t in your nature to willingly be a third wheel, but the town’s annual spring fair was here and there was no way you were going to miss it. Even if Elena insisted on bringing her boyfriend, Felix. The night wasn’t all bad though. You had spotted Jungkook hanging with a few of his friends and the two of you waved at each other. It had been three weeks since the party and the two of you had kept in contact, texting each other funny memes here and there, sometimes talking on the phone late into the night but nothing more, nothing less.

As the three of you waited in line for the Ferris wheel, you noticed that the ride only allowed pairs. That took care of Elena and Felix but what about you?

“Can you believe that? Since when has the Ferris wheel been limited to two people at a time?” You turned around to face your best friend, but she wasn’t listening. She was too busy using her tongue to excavate Felix’s mouth. You groaned. “Of course, you two would choose now to suck face.”

The line moved forward, and it was your turn to get on. The ride operator gave you a pitiful look. “You got a partner?” He asked but he knew the answer to that. Just as you were about to step out of line to die of embarrassment in a dark and quiet place, your knight in shining armor appeared.

“I’m her partner.”

Jungkook. Sweet, sweet, Jungkook. Sweet, delicious, Jungkook who smelled like heaven and was wearing a red button-up shirt that showed off all his muscles. What? Sue you for noticing!

Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, the two of you loading on the ride and strapping in. Elena smirked at you as the ride began. The ride slowly lifted you and Jungkook up a few feet and then paused, allowing Elena and Felix to board.

“Thanks for saving the day,” you said with a smile. “The Ferris wheel is my favorite ride.”

“No shit, mine too,” Jungkook replied.

Your eyes brightened. “Really? You don’t seem like the type.”

“What type do I seem like?”

“A coaster man.”

“I like coasters too,” he admitted. “But something about the Ferris wheel just calms me, you know?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I get that.”

“So, how’s your bucket list going? Cross off anything else?” Jungkook asked as the Ferris wheel began moving again and then paused, allowing another couple on.

“I have,” you told him excitedly. “Elena and I went skinny dipping two days ago.”

“Damn, I’m sad I missed that one,” Jungkook said with a cheeky smile. “Still a virgin?”

“Still a virgin.”

Jungkook looked at you, his eyes falling to your exposed legs. You were wearing a plaid overall dress and a long-sleeved white shirt underneath. You wondered for a moment if he was judging your fashion choices until he licked his lips and you saw the lust clouding his eyes. “Ever been fingered?”

You shrugged; a sheepish smile found its way to your face. “Only when you ate me out that one time.”

“But never in public?”

“Of course not.”

He looked at you, his eyes begging for permission and as the Ferris wheel began moving again, forcing you and Jungkook to the top, his hands found their way between your thighs. He rubbed your core through your panties. You felt him lean over, his lips brushing against your neck before peppering kisses across your chin. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pushed your panties to the side, and you felt two fingers slide up and down your already-wet slit.

You felt your heart beating faster in his chest when he slid a finger inside and used his thumb to rub circles on your clit. The sensation was quickly becoming too much for you. Especially in public of all places. But as the Ferris wheel worked its way down, you were as well. Your orgasm slowly washed away as the ride finally came to a stop, allowing you and Jungkook to get off.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him and in response, he kissed your cheek and made his way back to his friends.

…

It was official: You and Jungkook were friends. Like actual friends. You talked to him just as much as you talked to Elena, if not more. You had met his friends and his friend’s girlfriends. You spent time at his apartment. He smoked you out at least once a week and the last time the two of you decided to go on an impromptu diner trip, the waitress mistook you for a couple.

That’s why it wasn’t a surprise when he accompanied you to the library today. You both had papers due and decided to study together. However, you found that the two of you didn’t get much studying done and instead spent most of your time together making jokes and trying to steer clear of the librarian’s wrath.

In an attempt to get some serious studying done, Jungkook suggested getting a table at the back of the library. As you followed him to the back of the library, you noticed a couple, deep within the library aisles, where students rarely went, getting it on. You stopped Jungkook, tugging on his sleeve. “Look!” You whispered. “Oh my god, isn’t that Jimin?”

An approving smile pulled at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “Yeah. Ever since he met his girlfriend, he’s become such a horn dog.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the couple. Jimin had his girlfriend leaning on a bookshelf for support, her pants pulled down to her knees and his face buried between her ass cheeks. You hated to say it but it kind of turned you on. Jungkook took your hand and pulled you along.

“He’s not afraid of getting caught?” You asked.

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t think so. They fuck in the library all the time. That’s actually how they became a couple. He was her tutor.”

You felt a pool of heat settling in your core, forcing a weather change down under. “God, that’s hot.”

Jungkook stopped walking and looked at you. “You want to try?”

“You mean, fucking in the library?” The idea excited you, but you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to get fully plowed in public yet. “I don’t know about penetration but … maybe some head would be cool.”

Jungkook licked his lips. “I can’t lie, I’ve been wanting to taste you again.”

You shook your head as he led you further into the book aisles. “No, I mean I want to give you head.”

He stopped. “You sure?”

“Yeah, teach me how to suck dick,” you said and then cringed once you heard the words. “That didn’t sound as sexy as I hoped it would have.

He smiled, licking his lips. “Say less,” he pulled you into a corner and unzipped his pants. He pulled his jeans and boxers down but only slightly and produced his semi-hard dick.

“You’re already excited?” You asked and then realized this was your first time seeing his dick. No wonder he was known as the lover, you thought, grabbing it and feeling the weight of it in your hand. “Well, shit.”

“You ready?” He asked and you nodded, slowly dropping to your knees. He guided you lovingly on how to properly give head but also explained that everyone was different so the way he liked it wouldn’t necessarily be the way another guy liked it. But the way he liked it was known as the ‘vacuum suck.’ He wasn’t into the bells and whistles of sloppy head but preferred something nice and clean and something that felt like his soul was being sucked out of him.

And that, you did. Or at least you gave it the old college try.

You stroked his large dick, your hand running up and down his thick shaft as your tongue flicked over his head. Precum painted your lips as you attempted to slide his entire member into your mouth. It wouldn't fit and Jungkook didn't force it. Above you, he squirmed in delight, his hands threading through your dark locks, gripping ever so slightly.

“Touch my balls, baby girl,” Jungkook said through a low grunt. Your pussy does backflips at the sound of being called ‘baby girl’ but you can’t linger on that too long. Jungkook has your head in his hands and he’s slowly but surely fucking your face. “Agh … I’m going to cum …” He began to pull his dick out, but you didn't let him, instead you did something that you’ve seen countless times on Twitter memes. You suck harder and you kept sucking well after he came. You’d never heard a man squeal before but you’re sure that’s what Jungkook did before you finally popped his dick out of your mouth.

…

Summer was steadily approaching, the weather going from tolerable to the heat of the devil’s ass crack. It’s why Jungkook had suggested that the two of you head to the coast for the weekend. “It would be way cooler out there,” he had said, and you couldn’t argue. So, on a Friday evening, you climbed on the back of his motorcycle and the two of you headed off to the beach for the weekend.

As two broke college students, you didn’t have enough money to afford a fancy hotel, so you settled for a run-down motel room, but it was clean, and the bed was comfortable enough. Jungkook had purchased every snack in the vending machine that night and the two of you shared stories over eight-dollar bottles of wine, BBQ chips, and sour gummies. After finishing off your second bottle of wine, Jungkook lit up a blunt and the two of you shared it, laying back on the motel room bed with the shabby television playing a novella in the background.

“Y/N, I think you may be my best friend.”

“I think you may be right,” you agreed, laughing.

“I can’t believe school will be ending soon,” Jungkook said.

“I know. What am I going to do without you?” you said, a genuine sadness reaching your voice.

“We’re going to stay friends. You’ll come visit me in Los Angeles and I’ll come visit you in New York. You’ll be there when I receive my first Oscar and I’ll be there when you get your first Tony,” Jungkook said with a smile. And you could hear the sincerity in his voice. Even if none of that happened, in this moment right here and right now, Jungkook believed it did and that’s what you loved most about him.

You always thought love was like an arrow. Shooting you in the heart, causing you to instantaneously know that you had fallen but looking at Jungkook in the darkness of this shabby motel room, you realized love wasn’t like that at all. Love was slow and easy. It was sweet. It was kind. It was a soft spring day. It was impromptu trips to your favorite diners. It was sharing secrets in your most special places. It was laughing to your belly ached in the back of a car. It was trips to eat your weight in sushi and then getting ice cream even though you swore you couldn’t eat another bite. It was wiping your tears away at four in the morning because you didn’t get the role in the school play. It was sitting up all night with each other watching the sun rise because he was too anxious to sleep. It was the perfect and it was the imperfect. It was nothing and it was everything. It was you and it was Jungkook.

And right here, right now, you realized that you were in love with Jungkook.

“Jungkook,” you said, looking at him and he turned his head, smiling that beautiful smile. “I love you.”

He stared at you for a moment, studying your features. A hand reached out and cupped your cheek. “I love you too, Y/N.”

You scooted closer to Jungkook and kissed him. It was a soft and sound kiss. Slow and sensual. And he kissed you back with just as much patience. Your arms and legs tangled together, and soon you found your clothes melting away. You felt his lips wrapped around your nipples, his tongue going across your stomach. His hands stroking your pussy with an excruciating softness. You felt his muscles flexing beneath your fingertips, the weight of his manhood in your hands and then in your mouth.

His body reacted with such pleasure as you gave him head. You sucked slowly, making sure every inch of his manhood was wet with your spit. Jungkook stopped you early, citing how much he still wanted to taste you so you laid you on your back and spread your legs, exposing your most sensitive parts but Jungkook shook his head. He guided you on top of him, and you lowered your precious gem to his face. He licked hungrily. Savoring every drop of you. His hands found their way to your round ass and groped the fleshy curves as his tongue dug deeper into you. An electric wave of pleasure washed over you, your body writhing in sweet agony.

As you lay down beside him, he got on top of you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “If you don’t want to go this far, we can stop right now.”

But you didn’t want to stop. You wanted this. You wanted him. You silently nodded for him to continue and Jungkook rolled a condom onto his hardened dick. He positioned himself at your entrance and quietly said, “Here we go.”

He started slowly. You felt an indescribable pressure in your lower abdomen as he continued to slide in but it wasn’t bad. It was just different. He used his right hand to play with your breasts.

His pace quickened. You closed your eyes, biting your lip as the pressure waned, and in came pleasure. He lifted your legs and placed them on his shoulders. This new angle forced a new sensation to bubble within you. It felt amazing but there was a heaviness to it that you couldn’t quite describe. His hand found your clit, rubbing circles on it as he began to fuck you faster. You didn’t think you could cum twice in one night, but Jungkook proved you wrong. A few short moments later, Jungkook’s face tightened, and he let out a deep grunt before falling on top of you. After a moment, he rolled off.

“So how was it experiencing coitus with me?” Jungkook asked, breathing heavily.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It was amazing.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t beat my ass this time.”

You cringed, thinking of the night the two of you met. You rolled to your side, putting your arm around him and your head on his chest. In response, he put his arms around you as well, pulling you close.

“What does this mean for us?” you asked.

“It means that I hope you accept when I ask you out on a date,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you said. “I’ve got one more thing to cross off my bucket list.”

“What’s that?”

You motioned toward the window in the room, outside of it, the beach. “Sex on the beach times two. I want to drink the drink while doing the act.”

With a smile, Jungkook got up and put on his pants. He looked at you, “Well don’t just sit there, let’s go have sex on the beach while we drink sex on the beach.”

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commajade · 11 months

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okay. hear me out.

hard and juice are adapting to 4th gen trends in their own style contemporary shinee, high intensity and surprising title tracks

the feeling is cute shawol fan song to sing together at concerts

10x is classic jazz funk experimental shinee

like it is fresh bright classic shinee

identity is key leading shinee, pride anthem perfect gay club beat bright electro dance pop

sweet misery is taemin leading shinee, sentimental bittersweet american pop but elevated like 2kids but shinee version

insomnia is minho leading shinee, krnb like the chase mini album but needing a whole group

gravity is onew leading shinee, gentle and sweet and vocal-heavy and emotionally sincere

#shinee #extraordinarily good album #shinee is so good at being shinee

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xiaojuun · 4 months

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BAR ERI NEW YEAR'S SPECIAL MENU: TOP 20 TITLE TRACKS OF 2023 insp: x | cr: flaticon

hi everyone ... it's time for my favorite game and i am going to kick it (4 now) off ! i hate narrowing down my faves so i found a way to show you 20 of my top picks for this year's title tracks (including pre-releases), categorized by Vibe™️ and paired with some of my favorite drinks . because if there's one thing i love as much as a good song, it's a delicious little cocktail . stop by bar eri to share them all with me 💖 alcohol free versions available 😚 !

PERFUME - NCT DOJAEJUNG / YOU & ME - JENNIE / MOVE - TREASURE T5 / RISING - TRIPLES / CREAM SODA - EXO / SPICY - AESPA / ON MY YOUTH - WAYV / EITHER WAY - IVE / EFFORTLESS - A.C.E / LOVE WAR - YENA / BITE ME - ENHYPEN / SAVE ME KILL ME - CIX / SWEET JUICE - PURPLE KISS / NEW DANCE - XG / KICK IT 4 NOW - TNX / GROOVY - CRAVITY / BYOB (BRING YOUR OWN BEST FRIEND) - BILLLIE / WATERFALL - YOUNITE / #MENOW - FROMIS9 / TAXI - JO YURI

i will try to tag as many of you as possible bc i literally love seeing everyone's picks and beautiful sets, but if tumblr cuts me off or i miss you please still tag me ok !!!! @dongkwan @berryjaellie @lunetual @possession1981 @sunghanbin @yangsminho @yeofi @ninqz @floweruna @gnanii @woodziecup @miyawaki @euijin @awek-s @bethereforme @baekhyunnybyun @honeydewtual @dreamaze @ambivartence @seonghwasblr @strhwaberries @yunwooz @taegyunie @facethesuns @gyusgal @neonsbian @wookgerine @hyeonsuk @souladies @ye-xiu @flops

#erigifs #erigfx #eri.multi #eseries:2023faves!

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possession1981 · 4 months

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TOP SONGS OF 2023

i was tagged by @hyvnsuk @strhwaberries @hohowonho @dongkwan @xiaojuun @eeunwoo @kimkaitual thank you 💕

as always, i'm fashionably late for this tag game but i won't apologize because it takes me a whole damn day every time! for the first time i didn't keep my top songs to title tracks only, because honestly i found 2023 to be kind of a weak year for tts but a HUGE year for bsides. there are some tts in there, but as you can see, it's majority songs that i personally think should have been the title tracks instead of whatever song was chosen in the given release. and well, i'm always right.

in order of appearance: red velvet - will i ever see you again? / the boyz - savior / woodz - amnesia / soojin - bloodredroses / kai - sinner / tvxq! - down / le sserafim - eve, psyche and bluebeard's wife / purple kiss -sweet juice / onew - cough / jini - here we go again / b.i - loved

honourable mentions, a.k.a songs that might have made the cut if i found them giffable: moon jongup - stuck / wayv - moonlight / wayv - poppin' love / billlie - byob / fromis_9 - attitude / infinite - time difference / somi - fast forward / shinee - the feeling / seventeen (performance unit) - i don't understand but i love you / blackswan - cat & mouse / aespa - drama / jun (seventeen) - psycho

i'm not adding any tags because i feel like literally no one who wants to do this waits for half of january to pass dkgjbsdkjgb but if you DO want to do it please consider yourself tagged 💖

#tag game #multi #red velvet #tbz #seungyoun #soojin #jongin #tvxq #le sserafim #purple kiss #jinki #jini #hanbin #*mywork #tw flashing #useroro #dearestmillie #eritual #analook

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leetaehwan · 4 months

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KASS CAFÉ FEATURED MENU TOP 20 TITLE TRACKS OF 2023 insp: x, x | cr: flaticon

tagged by my beloved @xiaojuun 💕

*walking in late with an iced coffee* hii welcome to kass café ! home of my top picks of the year! here are 20 of my favorite title tracks, singles, and pre-releases from 2023, loosely organized by Vibe™️ and paired with some of my favorite coffee shop drinks. come by if you like and share a tune and a fun little beverage with me ! hot and caffeine free options also available 😊

in no particular order: PERFUME - NCT DOJAEJUNG / SPICY - AESPA / CREAM SODA - EXO / MOVE - TREASURE (T5) / SUPER - SEVENTEEN / PERFORMER - VANNER / FACT CHECK - NCT 127 / S-CLASS - STRAY KIDS / LOVE WAR - YENA / SWEET JUICE - PURPLE KISS / CHILL KILL - RED VELVET / ROVER - KAI / GOLDEN HOUR - MARK LEE / FIGHTING - BSS / HANA - INI / GROOVY - CRAVITY / KICK IT 4 NOW - TNX / MEMORIES - RIIZE / LIP GLOSS - THE BOYZ / SUGAR RUSH RIDE - TOMORROW X TOGETHER

i'm definitely one of the last people to do this so i won't tag anybody but if you see this and wanna share consider this ur tag! :)

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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Pomefiore Journal Entries

-------------Rook hunt---------------------------------

-We’ve met truly in sam’s shop

-his stocking tendencies are certainly….concerning

-literally he doesn't need to be waiting outside my window

-this makes me question how long he has been doing this

-the necklace barely tracks him which explains why nothing much happened when i was around

-didn’t even vibrate once

-unless he’s 1 inch close to touching me

-other then he’s kinda weird, he is really gentleman like

-definitely can be very helpful when it comes to finding things or tracking down grim when he stole something of mine again

-he has this whole things around the pursuing of beauty which it’s cool

-sometimes there’s a minor language barrier as he likes to switch to french every now and then

-he likes to compliment people in french often

-based on experience with the others, asking about how he died might be a sensitive subject

-rook and the others were popular in the 20’s and there deaths were compleat mysteries

-still haven’t yet to ask him

-----------Vil schoenheit-----------------------------

-I thought he’ll be meaner

-not saying he’s not on the sassy side of things but he’s nice at the same time

-kinda like a nagging mom

-he likes to see if I’m doing well health wise

-if he see me not looking my best when i come in i automatically dragged by vil, epel(my savor) helping me escape the queen's wrath, or rooks huntting me down by vil’s orders

-”just dress and look nicely, have good manners and posture and you should avoid his wrath”-epel

-well he gives me a reason to use those fancy outfits that i would wear only once

-but that doesn't stop him for the need to dress me up in his old clothing

-”someone has to put them in good use”-vil

-possessive and controlling in a understatement for this guy

-he never likes when i bring people around and more vocal about it then the people in heartslabyul

-always holds some sort of jealousy with other people of the living

-he has this aura which acts like a narcotic

-apparently he can activate this toxic air at will

-i did ask him why he knocked me out before but it turned into a scolding session on my sleep schedule and my overall health

-Don’t mechonded his rival

-AT

-ALL

-Neige leblanche is a actor and model who only risen to fame recently and “stole”(vil’s words not mine) the title of “the most beautiful person in the world”

-Rook likes Neige a lot and it pisses Vil a lot to a certain degree

-he likes to talk about his past accomplishments and sometimes even the true reason why he performed in such ways or why he made that song

-definitely more meaningful than a documentary

-”they only have one part of the main story” he said

-he sometimes call me sweet potato when he needs something or feeling affectionate

-definitely have to be cautious around

-he’s just as addicting as the poison drugs he makes

-sweet and dotting as he is, he definitely has some red flags

-----Epel Felmier------------------------------

-don’t call him cute. Period. Not even as a complement(he wanted me to write this down) -away from vil’s gaze he has a cute cool country accent -he often asked me to help him to tend to the gardens and his apple tree -love to talk about his family and his life before meeting Vil -He can’t stand Vil and 100% blames him for his death -i managed to piece together that some poison was involved by vil himself -i didn't ask any more then that -i understand his rightful anger tho -he teaches me how to handle vil’s poisonous aura by offering me a bottle of apple juice which had herbs that combat the smell -Vil taught him how to make it and instructed him to give me some -when he’s not busy doing whatever task vil needs him to do, he likes to explore the other properties along with me when i do my rounds -other times he likes to watch and play sports -one winter he taught me how to use a sled using whatever animal was around to help us.(it was fun)

#twisted wonderland ghost au #twisted wonderland haunted au #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier x reader

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flops · 10 months

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TOP 10 TITLE TRACKS OF THE FIRST HALF OF 2023

tagged by @honeydewtual @lunetual @dongkwan thank you !! tagging: @berryjaellie @weitual @taeminblr @suhyeos @winxys @y5ngha @awek-s @lee-haechan @wabisaba (if i tagged you and you already did this pls send me your set ! and sorry if i missed it 🥺)

also stealing this from meg 🤭

#atbo #n.ssign #billie #kep1er #purple kiss #pixy #trendz #xdinary heroes #xodiac #bxb #yes i tagged all groups sorry 🫡#my special mention is firework(s) yes both songs #flashing tw #gifs

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Different Kind of Love || Part IV

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

Different Kind of Love Masterlist

"Good morning mommy!" Dylan yarned while stretching his small arms, "Good morning bug" You smiled softly as your son tiredly made his way over to you wanting nothing more than for you to scope him up into your arms until he's small body became more and more awake. "Look at your hair Mr" you chuckled as you picked him up, "somebody slept well by the looks of it" you added placing a kiss on his slightly chubby cheek.

"There's the big boy!" Natasha entered the dining room with a smile before giving his curls a little ruff, "good morning, Aunty Nat" Dylan replied as he snuggled into you before another yawn came along. Natasha stopped in her tracks and turned to Dylan instantly, "I'm sorry, he's just woken up" you excused the title he'd just given Natasha, "no, no, it's fine" Nat smiled, "It's sweet" she added before taking a seat at the table just as her personal chef came with pancakes, waffles, fruit, yogurt, omelets, eggs, bacon, cereal along with all different kinds of juices and of course, coffee and tea on a large tray.

"Mmm" you hummed as the chef started to place the over-the-top breakfast on the table, "Look Dyl, you have a big choice to make for breakfast this morning" you rubbed his back while he paid no attention to the food being placed on the table. "Thank you, Peter. It looks lovely" Natasha looked up at her chef without giving a smile, "would you please ask Pepper to get me the daily paper?" she asked. Peter nodded as he finished up dishing breakfast and taking the large tray back to the kitchen.

"You know, a smile can go a long way" you looked over at Natasha with a raised brow, "what? I thanked him, didn't I?" Natasha looked slightly confused, "It looked like it hurt you on the inside" you joked, "what if it did?" Natasha chuckled as she poured herself a mug of coffee.

"Is that waffles?" Dylan turned his head to look at the table covered with breakfast, "it sure is little man. Do you like waffles?" Natasha looked over at Dylan and smiled softly, "Waffles are one of his favourite foods" you answered as Dylan nodded his head, "what do you like them with?" You looked at Dylan before fixing his messy bed hair. "Ice-cream!!" The little boy perked up still snuggling into you.

"Peter!" Natasha called loudly; within seconds the chef entered the room. "Yes Miss Romanova?" he asked politely, "Can I get a bowl of vanilla ice-cream?" she asked before sipping her coffee.

"Aunty Nat didn't say please" Dylan did his best to whisper quietly to you.

"Please, Peter. Could we please get a bowl of vanilla ice-cream?" Natasha corrected herself even adding a soft smile to the chef before he nodded and walked back into the kitchen. "Did my 5-year-old son just get the powerful and bossy Natasha Romanova to use her manners?" You joked. Natasha playfully sent you a glare as you helped Dylan sit in the seat beside you.

"Do you mind if Kate comes around and watches Dylan while we're at work? if not, that's totally okay" you asked, grabbing Dylan a clean plate, "I can always have her meet us at my apartment".

"Uhm, why don't you just bring Dylan to work today?" Nat dished herself up a bowl of yogurt just as Peter returned with ice-cream and the newspaper, "Thank you" she smiled softly at him just to rub it into your face.

"Yeah mommy!! Can I come to work with you today?" Dylan's big blue eyes looked up at you with excitement. "He has a routine with Kate and he's doing really well" you looked over at Natasha for a moment before you helped Dylan with his waffles and ice-cream. "I don't want your sitter going out of her way to come here, can she pick Dylan up from the office?" Natasha suggested, almost hesitant to have Kate come to the condo, "thank works perfectly, thanks".

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"Kane?! Kane Lowes?" one of Natasha's lower ranking men, somebody in the drug dealing business asked in surprise. Kane nodded and mumbled under the thick layer of tape covering his mouth. "What the fuck are you doing here, brother?" the man ripped the tape off Kane's mouth, "Matt, you've gotta get me out of there! The lady is fucking insane man! Please, untie me!!" he begged.

"Who? Natasha? That's my boss" Matt chuckled before lighting a cigarette.

"Your boss?! What the fuck man?! She's fucking crazy!! Come on dude, please just let me go, I won't tell anybody I saw you here"

"That looks painful" Matt pointed at the rusted nail shot through Kane's hand, pinning him to the chair, "Promise you won't say shit? Because I don't want the boss shotting me point-blank between the eyes for you" he joked as he pulled out his pocketknife and cut Kane free before helping him free his injured hand. "FUCK!" Kane hissed in pain, "sorry, man. Anyways, what the hell did you do?" Matt asked.

"Nothing, she just kept asking me about what I wanted with my son"

"You have a son now?"

"Yeah, he's name is Dylan. He's 5 years old"

"Who's the lucky honey?" Matt grinned as he puffed his cigarette.

"Do you remember, Y/n? Y/n Moore?"

"Oh yeah! Fuck she was a lot of fun that night, ay!"

"Shut up man! She's saying shit about that night!"

Matt just laughed as he continued to smoke his cigarette, "So what? She gets pregnant then acts like she never wanted that night to happen? she was all for it from what I remember"

"Just show me how to get the fuck out of here! I need to see Y/n"

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"Be a good boy for Kate, okay? I'll come see down to the park at lunch time and we can get an ice-cream if you're good" you lent down and placed a kiss on the top of your son's head, "He's always good for me, after you little dude" Kate smiled with Dylan's hand in hers, you smiled as you looked up at her, "please call me if anything happens, okay? I'll tell you more when I finish work but if you see anybody acting strange, I need to know about it" you informed the young brunette. "Of course, you know he's safe with me" Kate assured you, unaware of the photo Kane had sent you a few days ago.

You watched as Kate and Dylan walked to the elevator and waited until the doors closed before you took a deep breath and knocked on Natasha's door. "Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Natasha looked up from her computer as you closed the door behind you, "if it's going to stop Kane from taking my son, yes…I'm ready" you sighed, preparing yourself to share your story detail by detail with the police.

"Hey, I'm not going to make you do this, but it will help build a case. Would you rather talk to me about it first before the police come?" Natasha asked, standing from her desk as tears slowly started to fill your eyes. "Natasha, he drugged me, I can't remember a lot of that night" you looked at her, "But you remember saying no" your boss reminded you as she walked over to the sofa in her office, patting the empty spot next to her before you sat down.

"Just take a moment, breathe" Natasha gently rubbed your back, "You did nothing wrong; Dylan is safe and so are you. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm right here, okay?" she added, you nodded in reply and closed your eyes for a moment trying to remember the night that changed your entire life. Your thinking was soon ruined with the vibrating sound coming from Natasha's desk, she excused herself and unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk.

"I have to take this; I'll only be a moment" she gave you a soft smile before stepping out of her office.

"James, what do you want? I'm in the middle of something!" she scoffed in a hushed tone.

"It's that Kane guy, he's gone"

"What the fuck do you mean he's gone?!"

"I don't know, looks like he was cut free"

"Fucking find him Barnes! Don't call me until you've got him, this time don't let him fucking go!" Natasha snapped, her nostrils flared as she hung the phone up and shook her head.

"Is everything okay Miss Romanova?" The question only made Natasha more frustrated as she turned to see who it was. "If you spent more time worrying about your fucking job instead of me, Sally then maybe I wouldn't be like this!" Natasha snapped before making her way back to her office.

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By the time lunch time came along all you really wanted was to be with Dylan. Natasha was clearly stressed and on edge the entire time she kindly held your hand while the police took a statement, you weren't sure if it was your story or something else, but you wanted to give her some space.

"Mommy!" Dylan smiled widely the moment he saw you about to sit down next to Kate at the bench to watch him play on the playground, "Hey sweetheart" this smile instantly making you feel much better as you picked him up giving him a big hug. "Are you okay mommy?" he asked when he saw the few tears that still streamed from your eyes, "I'm fine baby, something just got in my eye on the way over" you placed a kiss on his cheek then placed him back on his feet, "go finish playing with your new friends then we'll get some ice-cream, okay?" you smiled. Dylan nodded with his huge smile before racing off to the playground.

"Are you sure everything is okay? You seemed really worried when I picked Dyl up this morning" Kate looked over to you with concern.

"Uh, yeah, uhm" you paused and pressed your lips together giving yourself a few seconds to scan the park for any sight of Kane. "Y/n?" Kate's concerned voice made you look at her, "I know I'm just Dylan's sitter, but you can talk to me about anything" she added once she got your attention.

"Thank you, I do have to tell you something" you replied.

"Sure, what's up?" Kate smiled softly.

"It's about Dylan's, got I hate to label him like this but, his father or whatever" you rolled your eyes at the title, "He's not somebody I want hanging out Dylan and the other day he showed up at the apartment saying that he wanted to be in Dylan's life, long story short, uhm, he has been watching you and Dylan at the park closer to home and now he wants full custody. He asked my boss to be his lawyer" you explained trying to fight back more tears.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I didn't know! Nobody has approached us or anything and I haven't noticed anybody acting strangely around us. Do you have a photo of him? That way I can keep a better eye out and if I see him, I can call the police or something?" Kate suggested.

"I just gave a statement to the police, and they said they'd serve him with a straining order but I don't have a recent photo of him to give you right now, but I have told the police that Dylan has a sitter during the week and I had to give them your contact number, I'm sorry I didn't say something sooner, everything has just been in the air"

"Don't apologise, it's okay. Whatever helps keep you and Dylan safe"

"Thank you" you softly smiled at the young woman before standing from the bench, "Dyl, lets get some ice-cream" you called out, "that includes you too" you turned to Kate.

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The rest of the afternoon was mostly just trying to get some last-minute deadlines completed before Natasha, who had locked herself in her office for the rest of the day, would come in letting you know her driver had arrived to take the 3 of you back to her penthouse.

Email after email was sent, file after file was labeled, document after document was printed and all you could think about was finishing the day and spending some much more needed time with your son. Your favorite photo of him with your parents sat facing you in a small frame on your desk, next to it, the first professional photo of him as a new-born. A soft smile tugged at your lips just looking at the little boy who filled your life with so much love and happiness.

"Miss Moore, Dylan is here with your sitter. Would you like me to send them up?" The young woman at reception called, "Yes please, thank you" you replied politely not noticing the time as you quickly finished filling out a document that would need Natasha's signature later on.

"Come in" you said with cheer when you heard a soft knock on your office door, your eyes glued to the computer as you hit the print button.

"What type of bullshit are you doing?!" the familiar voice made your eyes shoot up from the computer, "K-Kane, w-what are you…how?" you stuttered in shock, your fight or flight response making your legs feel like jelly. Kane threw a large stuffed toy, dressed as a young child to the floor. "Who the hell have you been talking too?" he demanded as he took a few steps closer to your desk.

"Y-you c-can't be here!"

"I just want to spend some time with my son, and you have me kidnapped and tortured?!" he ignores your statement, "what type of crazy bitch does that?! You don't deserve custody of my son!" he adds taking more steps until he's hands land on your desk.

"I have n-no idea what you're t-talking about, but y-you need to leave!"

"T-t-t-, stop the pathetic stuttering! Where's my son? That's all I want!" He leans over to you, "He's not your son" Your eyes looked deeply into Kane's cold eyes before his hands wrapped around your computer screen and throwing it across the room. "Stop the bullshit!" he snaps, "You think I haven't heard the fucking stories you've been telling?! You're not fit to be a mother, look at you! You can't even look after him in the shitty apartment you call a home! He deserves better, he deserves to be with his father!" Kane's jaw clenches with his words.

"I suggest you back away right now young man" Natasha's voice entered the room after hearing the commotion next door. "Fuck off! This doesn't involve you" Kane spoke as he turned around, "You!" he adds when his eyes at met with Natasha's raging glare, "You're the bitch who kidnapped me and nailed me to a fucking chair!" Kane turns his attention back to you, "you work for this crazy bitch?! Fuck no wonder you're so fucking crazy!" He spits.

"I said back away!" Natasha warns.

"Or what huh? You'll kidnap me again?!"

"I have no idea what you're taking about, sir" Natasha tasing smiles softly, "But if you do not back away from my employee right now I will have no choice but to contact the police. I'm guessing you're Kane, right?"

"Go ahead! Call them! I'm sure they'd love to hear how you and your crazy fuck of a boyfriend kidnapped me and tortured me about my son!"

"I think you'll be surprised when they take you away in cuffs given that Miss Moore has a restraining order on you and you're already breaking that order by being here. I suggest you step away from Miss Moore right now" Natasha's glare deepens.

"Kane, please just go" you added before Kane could speak another word. "You got a fucking restraining order on me?! Fuck sake Y/n! I just want to be with my son and you're making it impossible!"

"You have 5 seconds to step away from Miss Moore or I will call the police" Natasha butts in.

"Shut the fuck up!" he turns to Natasha, "this doesn't involve you! You've brainwashed her to keep Dylan away from me! Or did she ask you to kidnap me?!"

"I didn't ask her to anything, Kane! Na-, Miss Romanova wouldn't do anything like you're claiming! She's a lawyer for gods sake! She's going to be representing me in court"

"This crazy bitch is your lawyer?! Y/n she's fucking insane! I can't believe you allow my son to around this bitch" Kane shakes his head.

"The police, please" Natasha says with a phone to her ear. Your entire body feels numb as Kane finally takes a few steps away from your desk, your heart felt like it was racing 100 miles per hour. "Hi, I have a young man here who an employee of mine has a restraining order against, he's being very threating and aggressive towards her. Can I please have somebody come down to Romanova lawyers?" Natasha continues.

"Can't we just talk about this?!" Kane looked at you.

"Thank you so much, yes, the reception will allow them straight up" Natasha hangs up the phone, "Sorry sir, I'm going to need to you wait on the 3rd floor for the police to come have a chat to you" Natasha adds with a dark smirk making you frown slightly at the red head.

"This is bullshit!" Kane throws his hands up, one hand wrapped in a white bandage that your eyes couldn't stop looking at, "This way, please" Natasha said stepping aside so Kane would walk out the door.

"Natasha" you spoke softly making her look at you, "what is he talking about? Why is his hand bandaged?"

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #fanfiction #marvel

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envieuu · 4 months

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˚ :♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ENVIE DISCOGRAPHY DEEP DIVE

a deep dive into the discography and success of the record breaking four member girl group ENVIE.

tw. flashing lights

ENVIE debuted on January 4, 2021 with the hit single WHERE ARE YOU?, an upbeat Baltimore club track that came out the gates swinging. Sometimes called the best debut of their generation, Where Are You? managed to get the girls their first music show wins just 5 DAYS after their debut. In the summer of that same year, Envie released their first EP titled N-SPITE, with its title track ANTIFRAGILE. Their first comeback scored a total of 9 MUSIC SHOW WINS and got them their first triple crown. In their first year on the job, it was already hard to escape the sound of their music as it was always everywhere online.

In 2022, the quartet released their first mini album titled I TAKE, which featured two title tracks I’M BAD and WORLD IS MINE, earning 3 MUSIC SHOW WINS and 10 MUSIC SHOW WINS respectively. While I’m Bad had its popularity, World Is Mine took the cake, garnering two triple crowns for the group. The masses were already calling them the best act under Fleury since their 3rd gen seniors FLOE&HAIL. In the later half of the year, they released the playful single MR.VAMPIRE, which took home 7 MUSIC SHOW WINS. The girls ended 2022 with multiple ROOKIE awards

On Valentine’s Day of 2023, Envie released their second mini album titled AVARICE featuring SWEET JUICE as the title track. Sweet Juice earned them a total of 7 MUSIC SHOW WINS. In spite of the hate they’d receive from opposing fandoms, they proved to have steady fame. In the later half of the year, Envie would go on to put out a sleek and mature pre-release single named NOBODY KNOWS that would be featured in their first full album THE CHOSEN where the chart crushing song (I AM THE) DRAMA would serve as the title track. The artistic response to the hate and controversy that surrounded the ensemble almost immediately rose on charts, occupying the top 5 religiously. Drama would go onto bring home 13 MUSIC SHOW WINS and yet another triple crown. By the end of this year, they’d won ARTIST OF THE YEAR, ALBUM OF THE YEAR, and BEST FEMALE DANCE PERFORMANCE, and more alongside a plethora of nominations.

#ʚĭɞ ― MUSIC ˊˎ-#fake idol community #fake idol group #fake idol oc #fake kpop addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop group #fictional idol group #fictional kpop company #fake kpop oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop idol #fictional idol company #idolverse #fictional idol community

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allamericansbitch · 1 year

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Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (march 19 - march 26)! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

taylor swift: lwymmd graphic by @cametotheshowinsd

pride & prejudice gifset by @hmione

the last of us: joel miller gifset by @eddie-dustin

noah kahan: orange juice graphic by @superhell

taylor swift: vigilante shit graphic by @vintagetays

daisy jones & the six gifset by @rileykeouhg

the last of us: 1x06 gifset by @jimmymcgill

taylor swift: cruel summer graphic by @tsthearcher

stranger things: eddie munson gifset by @eddie-dustin

scream: sidney prescott gifset by @lady-arryn

taylor swift: fearless gifset by @missegyptiana

wednesday: wednesday addams as midnights tracks gifset by @mickbetsch

taylor swift: ldon’t blame me/lwymmd edit by @dearreader

succession: episode title drops gifset by @sunlightgaps

the last of us: ‘every friend group should include’ gifset by @nickoffermen

taylor swift: eras tour art by @skylarthoneart

atonement: cecilia tallis + outfits gifset by @frodo-sam

the last of us: ellie and joel gifset by @arthurpendragonns

taylor swift: the eras tour graphics by @goodsriddance

scream 2 (1997) gifset by @carlarosonn

daisy jones & the six: daisy jones outfits in episodes 7 & 8 gifset by @reputayswift

taylor swift: illicit affairs gifset by @tayloralison

the last of us: episode 6 + music gifset by @vindicia

yellowjackets: 1x09 gifset by @chaoticevils

taylor swift: eras tour gifset by @kateverdeen

knives out gifset by @ted-becca

daisy jones & the six: soundtrack gifset by @madeline-kahn

taylor swift: eras tour icons by @tsthearcher

friends: monica and chandler gifset by @sulietsexual

legally blonde gifset by @vampirecorleone

taylor swift: mastermind gifset by @ketterdam-snack-bar

knives out gifset by @ayan-sukkhapisit

succession: shiv roy gifset by @simoneashley

stranger things: lucas sinclair gifset by @stydixa

taylor swift: reputation graphic by @sadbeautifutragic

yellowjackets: natalie scatorccio gifset by @daniellarusso

stranger things: steve harrington gifset by @seaoftr

taylor swift: eras tour icons by @cardgans

scream 3 (2000) gifset by @gales-weathers

fall out boy: so much (for) stardust gifset by @somuchforstardust

taylor swift: eras tour poster design by @cruellesummer

the last of us: joel miller gifset by @arthurpendragonns

gilmore girls: literati + midnights gifset by @thegreatwars

taylor swift: anti-hero as a horror movie edit by @carlytayjepsen

daisy jones & the six: destiny choice chance gifset by @laylakeating

the last of us gifset by @nina-zcnik

taylor swift: sweet nothing edit by @micasa

boygenius: true blue & not strong enough edit by @bigdayforme11

daisy jones & the six: daisy jones gifset by @riley-keoughs

taylor swift: enchanted gifset by @starsbythepcketful

ted lasso: 3x02 + text posts gifset by @buckley-robin

yellowjackets: 2x01 gifset by @natscatorccio

taylor swift: karma graphic by @theman

the bear: 1x08 gifset by @trueloveistreacherous

yellowjackets: 2x01 gifset by @misty-quigley

taylor swift: lyrics mentioning stars gifset by @mickbetsch

the last of us gifset by @vhagar-apologist

yellowjackets gifset by @alexcabotgf

daisy jones & the six gifset by @ethanhunt

#*creatorshoutouts

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nabtime · 10 months

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Our Empty Graves II

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 2: everything is blurry now (i don’t know where to go)

Chapter Summary: Danny has a very scary introduction to the Bat and a not so scary (somehow) introduction to Red Hood.

Chapter Notes: title from Trouble by Adam Jensen Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

Danny laid there, staying just long enough for his legs to heal and start walking again, before he heaved himself up from the gravestone. He mentally apologized to the soul of the guy whose grave he was disturbing before perching on top of the stone to rest again.

He could tell from the sky and the smell of the place alone that he wasn’t in Amity anymore. Wasn’t in the Ghost Zone anymore. Thankfully the place had enough ambient ectoplasm for him to absorb, else he’d have been stuck there to wallow in some random dude’s plot. Graveyards and Cemeteries tended to have a lot of ectoplasm hanging around, being a resting place for the dead, and were the most easily accessed to go to. But he could tell that this particular cemetery had more ectoplasm than it knew what to do with. The city he could see looming beyond its gates was also bursting with it, almost as much as Amity. And that place had a direct hole to the Realms forcibly torn into it.

Where the hell was he?

He had to weigh his options. Did he stay here? A stranger to the Shades that wandered these grounds? Potentially open to attack from any ghost that thought him an intruder? Or did he risk wandering the city to find out where he’d landed? If he stayed he could regain ectoplasm faster. If he left he could figure out what happened and prepare himself for the worst. Who knew how far from Illinois he’d landed. His mom could track him if he was still close enough.

The shakiness of his legs when he tried to put weight on them made the decision for him. He’d rest just a little bit longer.

He gathered his thoughts, fleeting as they were, and shook out the terror of being faced with his mom’s hatred. He needed to put the moment out of mind. Pack it in to a little tiny box in the very, very back reaches of his mind. He got away. She wouldn’t find him. He got away and, yeah, he was bleeding and hurt and so, so tired, but he was fine. Would be fine. Cemeteries were for souls to rest, and that’s what he would do. Even as he got dizzier and loopier with each ounce of blood that left his body.

He looked down and noticed the growing pool of ectoplasmic green-red blood leaking from his wounds and down into the loose dirt of the grave. Ah man, he really hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. He was in no mood to be fighting off zombie dudes resurrected from his own half-life juice. Was that even a thing that could happen? Knowing his luck it was. With how things had gone for him in the past- all of his life, the guy would wake up and immediately try to kill him and eat his brains. And be stronger than him. Like, it wouldn’t be the body of some STEM nerd that never threw a punch ever, but some jacked up professional boxer or something. Who also hated ghosts. And was immune to ecto-blasts, somehow. That’s the kind of guy he’d accidentally bring back to life, probably.

Jason P. Todd. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place from where. Some celebrity? Maybe? Headstone didn’t seem all that fancy though, just neat and simple and plain. Maybe he had the same name as one? He thinks he’s heard Sam say it once or something- and he couldn’t think about that. About Sam. About how long it’d been since he’d talked to her or Tucker or even seen them. How long it’d been since he’d talked to anyone.

He wondered who this guy was. Who he used to be. The dates seemed pretty close. Pretty young. Fifteen. He was only a year older than when Danny had died. But he came back, however wrong, and this guy didn’t. This kid didn’t. He wondered, if given the choice, whether the kid would choose to come back or not. Did he have regrets? Unfinished business? Probably not considering there was absolutely no indication of a Shade around the grave. If he had regrets he would have lingered.

Well, at least that made the ectoplasm leaking into his grave less likely to resurrect him. Probably.

“Who are you?”

A gravely, deep voice spooked him into clumsily falling off the headstone in his bid to turn around towards it. And holy shit Batman, that was fucking Batman.

Gotham. Of course he’d landed in Gotham. Gotham would be the only damn place with this much ectoplasm just hanging around. And of course Batman had to just immediately find him trespassing. Honestly he would have preferred to take on the linebacker zombie.

“What are you doing on that grave?” he demanded. And there was just the smallest hint of anger, of anguish there that it made him want to bolt.

Because oh, Ancients, of course this guy had to be important. Or important to the Batman at least.

He raised his hands up in the universal sign for peace. At least he hoped it was universal because he sure as hell couldn’t just tell Batman ‘I come in peace’. No. He had to have damaged his throat so severely when he half died screaming that his ghost form either couldn’t speak at all or would destroy half the city if he tried.

He scrambled back, frantically trying to move away from the grave and Batman in the same move.

“I asked you a question,” he growled.

And fuck if the Bat didn’t sound pissed. Like Danny had offended him in the worst possible manner on purpose. What would even offend a man-bat-guy that badly? Shaking him awake from an upside down nap? Eating all the good fruit and or moths before he could have any? But, no, yeah, trespassing on the burial ground of someone that was maybe significant to him could do it. Ancients, why him.

Danny stopped for a moment to use his hands, abandoning his weird little crab walk scramble in order to try and placate the angriest furry he’d ever met. He shook his head and hovered his hands over his throat before making an x in the air. Maybe if he shook his head enough the Bat would get it.

“Why are you here?” he pressed, still heated, while moving forward with an ominous swish of his shadowy black cape. The Bat did not get it.

Okay. Okay. Plan B. He hadn’t even had a Plan A, but hell, he never worked well with plans in the first place so why should this be any different. He didn’t have enough energy to fly, but if he concentrated on using all his ectoplasm to turn invisible instead of healing… Well, he might bleed out before escaping but at least he might have a chance. Batsy sure wasn’t going to give him one.

And then he just- stopped being visible.

He still didn’t have enough juice to go intangible, unfortunately, but he’d have to just make do. At least his legs were sort of working, even if his right arm was still limp and broken and totally going to leave a trail of bright green glow-stick blood as he moved. Fucking fantastic.

He broke into a shambling run.

He heard the thick stomp of heavy boots take off behind him in pursuit. Slow, like he knew Danny couldn’t go far. Like he’s persistence hunting. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He keened, a high pitch sound that came from his core, involuntarily. Too panicked to really stop it. He made for the gates in a mad, jerking dash. The boots were getting closer and he heard the thin thwip of air that meant his unsteady gait just let him dodge a projectile. A Bat-a-rang, he thought hysterically. Batman just threw a Bat-a-rang at me. He’d always found it funny that Batman had the same naming sense as his dad of all people.

He made it to the gates, chest heaving in air he technically didn’t need. He keened again when the gates were too heavy for him to budge. They weren’t even locked! He shoved again, his strength faltering as he lost more and more blood. Batman was getting closer. This time he didn’t miss. Danny lurched against the cold metal when a sharp blade found its mark in his shoulder. The force of his stagger broke open the ornate gates and he fell over into the dirty sidewalk of the city streets.

If he could just dodge into an alley. Just gather enough ectoplasm to go intangible, even if just for a second. He might have a chance at losing the Bat long enough to heal more. All he needed was a moment.

He ran. He collapsed. He crawled.

The keening coming from his core was becoming a high-pitched background noise. Constant and shrill. It just kept going, reaching out and calling for help that wouldn’t come. No one could hear him. Anyone that could wouldn’t understand. If any of the ghosts he fought could hear his cries, they didn’t react. No one was responding. Any why would they? He was just a worthless little Fetch. One foot in the grave and the other with the living. Stranger to both sides and no place to belong in the middle. He was an abomination that should have never existed in the first place. Schrodinger's creepy, creepy little boy.

He made it an entire block, dirt and grime rubbing viciously into his open wounds- the fabric of the hazmat suit not having enough ectoplasm to stitch back together- before a heavy boot landed on his back and pushed him into the ground. He released his invisibility with a chocked whine.

“Answers,” Batman said simply, voice low but betraying no emotion. The boot pressed him down further, ribs creaking from the pressure. “Now.”

He’s running out of steam and fast. He wasn’t healing anymore, just getting worse. He had no idea what Batman might do to him if he let himself get captured. Beat the shit out of him even more? He seemed pretty angry. Leave him to die again in some back alley? But Batman’s known as the world’s greatest detective, he wouldn’t just let Danny go. No. He’d want to investigate. Want to dig as deep as he could into this new intruder to his city. He’d find out about the missing Amity Park and come to the truthful conclusion that it was Phantom’s fault. He’d find the Anti-Ecto Acts. Would he turn him over to the GIW or would he want to- look further into ecto-biology himself? From a direct specimen. Would Danny find himself on that cold, sterile metal table again?

He needed to get out of there.

He gathered his ectoplasm again, whatever he had left of it. Most of it was strewn across the streets and cemetery (and he can’t think about the trail that leaves, can’t think about how he could be found by the GIW, by his parents, by something worse). He felt the boot dig further into his back and then he rolled, going intangible under the Bat’s foot and landing in the gutter.

His ability flickered, bringing him back to solidity just long enough to get a swift kick in the ribs. He sputtered and coughed in a rasping hack that shook his entire body. He reached and reached and used as much energy as he could to go intangible just one more time, just long enough. He planned to sink further into the ground and hopefully hit a sewer system he can hide in when an ear-piercing bang rung out in the night and his powers flickered once again. If he’s not careful his core would retreat into itself to conserve energy, which would leave him human and impossibly vulnerable. He doesn’t want to ever know what the consequences of staying in Phantom form for the past few years would be for his human side. Would he just immediately die again? Fully this time?

Batman growled. “Red Hood,” he said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth. A new rogue Danny didn’t know about? Admittedly he’d stopped following the goings on in Gotham a long time ago.

“Get out,” a mechanized voice echoed into the empty street. “Or get shot.”

He could hear footsteps approaching, heavier and more about showing force than melting into shadow. The creak of leather accompanied it but Danny didn’t look to investigate. He was going to make himself small and think invisible thoughts. Maybe if he was quiet enough Batman would forget he was there.

Danny could hear the distinct sound of another Bat-a-rang sailing through the air before a second loud bang cut it off. He assumed Red Hood shot it from the sky. Because why the fuck not at this point. Yeah sure, just a new rogue popping up that can shoot accurately enough to take down a tiny Bat powered projectile, while Danny was trying his hardest not to die at the hands of the Bat himself by melting into the asphalt. Nothing new. Just a regular old Tuesday. If it even was Tuesday. He didn’t know anymore.

Batman, seeming more interested in beating up Red Hood rather than Danny, stalked toward the direction of the voice and- man, he really needed to move so he could see what was happening before whatever fight got him in the crossfire. Narrowly avoid Death By Bat just to get taken out by a flying chunk of concrete. Or bullet or whatever.

But he really didn’t want to move. He needed as much energy and ectoplasm as he could conserve and moving meant leaking more glow-stick juice. So no-go. If the concrete took him out it took him out.

All he could hear was shuffling and gun shots and other projectiles and growly Bat sounds. After a few moments of just listening he felt like he had enough energy to move. Best to get out of the line of fire. All he needed to do was crawl. And then he inched out of the gutter, making his way towards a nearby dumpster he could take cover behind.

And then another Bat-a-rang sunk into his thigh and his core screamed.

And then, so quickly he could barely comprehend what was happening, he was being picked up and thrown over a burly shoulder. All he could see was a blood-stained leather jacket and a nice ass. Okay. Okay, so Batman’s hot rogue picked him up and was running with him just lugged over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Well. Could be worse. Poor guy though, ectoplasm was a bitch of a stain to get out and Danny was losing blood all over the place.

He wasn’t really paying attention to what happened after that but he assumed they got away because in the next moment he was being tossed onto a ragged couch in some run down apartment and Batman was no where to be seen.

Red Hood, however, was now in full view.

And man, what a view. A body to do that ass justice. Maybe it was just the exhaustion and blood loss speaking but hot damn. Built like a shit-brickhouse, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal and just as tall. And the leather. Yeah sure the mask was a little creepy and the guy was covered in blood, but when was creepy ever gonna stop Danny from appreciating a fine physique. And he was just standing there like a finely-crafted statue, watching Danny blearily check him out.

Yeah, the blood loss was definitely getting to him.

“Alright,” Red Hood spoke, looming over him in all his glorious bulk, and pulled a gun from the strap on his sweet-jesusly thick thighs and pointed it at Danny’s head.

Ah, fun time was over then. No more lusting or coping with humor in order to distract himself from the reality of his situation. He was slowly dying- fully this time- on some dangerous dude’s gross couch. A mortal gun might not do much because of his ghostliness but it could still deal some damage when he didn’t have the energy to move or go intangible. This was a Gotham villain. The GIW would look tame in comparison to what a villain from Gotham could do.

“Just who the fuck are you?”

Maybe Red Hood was better at charades?

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