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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

•••

“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-�� Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

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struggling-with-time · 4 years

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Rainy days [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x Female!reader

Summary: “corpse x fem!reader ( she’s also a youtuber ) where they are just friends for a few years, but reader has been developing feelings for a while now. with corpse’s fan base growing so quickly, there’s also a lot of growing attention from other girls ( fans & other social media influencers ). corpse is happy with all the attention, while it is breaking the reader’s heart more every day. basically, super angsty lol and it’s totally up to you how you want to end it!” requested by anon

“please make one where like the reader and corpse fought so its like raining outside and yk the cliche type” requested by anon

Warnings: Angst and jealousy, kinda sad, I’m sorry

Words: 1.8k

A/N: Open for requests. Two requests for one.

Read part 2 cloudy afternoons here

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You’re happy for Corpse, of course you are. What good friend wouldn’t be happy for their friend when they suddenly start to shoot for the stars? You definitely would. Right? It’s not like it hurts to watch him take in all these girls that throw themselves at him, he has never been happier for the many years you’ve known him. His YouTube channel is finally paying the bills for him, and you’re happy he doesn’t have to fear getting an eviction note, for dancing on the line a little too long. You’re happy that he has all these new friends. You’re happy he’s enjoying himself. You’re happy, because he’s happy. So why does it hurt so much?

You’ve had feelings for your best friend for quite some time. You tried to push them away, which in return just seemed to cultivate them and make them stronger. You tried your damn best just to be his quirky happy best friend that was along with him for the ride. You never minded being the one to pick up the pieces when he fell apart. He would do the same for you… He would do the same for you, right?

You wipe away a tear escaping from your eye. You’re sitting in the shower crying on the floor. This is really what you’ve become? You think to yourself, as you lean your head back against the wall, looking up at the wooden ceiling.

He would do the same for you…

You dryly laugh to yourself, of course he wouldn’t, because then he would have known when you started pulling away. You wipe the tears away, get up and rise off your face once more, before stepping out. You look at where your mirror used to be. You took it down, not able to face yourself was easier than to accept this is just how you look permanently now. Dark circles underneath your eyes, as they’ve sunken quite a bit.

You kind of forgot how you really looked sometimes, until you caught yourself in something reflective, like your pc when it ran out of power, or your metallic glazed mug. You smile bitterly at the memory, Corpse had bought it to you when you reached 100.000 subs on YouTube, saying the play button wasn’t enough. It used to be a prized possession, now it was one of your worst.

You’re happy you build your YouTube brand on variety gaming, without a face cam. You couldn’t imagine having to explain away the way you looked. The monotone in your voice was hard enough.

I was just having an off day

Sorry, kind of sick today

My microphone isn’t picking up my voice probably.

You sigh to yourself as you collect your phone, and your empty bag. The fridge doesn’t fill itself. You’re pretty sure your fans caught onto something being wrong by the 4th excuse. You lock the door behind you, and glace up at the sky. It seems to be getting darker. You sigh as you realize you’re not going to be back home before it’s raining.

You walk the short distance down to the bus as you wait for it to arrive, you scroll through your twitter feed. It’s filled with pretty girls, much prettier than you are, throwing themselves at Corpse. You get a sudden urge to throw your phone into the passing traffic, but money has been tight lately with your down tuning of content, to take more time to be able to self-pity in the living room with a shitty romance show going on.

You really lost your best friend to your own feelings, huh. What an anticlimax.

You step onto the bus, not noticing the black dressed, black masked guy in the end of it. Watching you intentionally. If you had been able to read minds, you would hear the ongoing battle in his head on whether or not to approach you.

The bus pulls up the grocery store and you get off. Not sparing the other two passengers getting off a second thought. You pull your jacket closer together, as the wind starts getting colder. You finally arrive in the store, just a few seconds before the rain starts to drop.

The calming ominous music of the store fills your eyes, as you focus on getting something edible that isn’t directly just sugar with more sugar. You pick your groceries carefully, nothing that needs a lot of preparation. But if you eat one more tv meal, you’re going to throw it up. You’re too distracted by what pasta to choose, that you don’t realise the guy in black has now passed you for the 5th time, while you’re in aisle 9.

You choose both and head for the register. You sigh as you watch the long line, there’s only one way out, and you’re certainly not leaving your groceries now. You step in line. And pull out your phone. The lock screen taunting you with a picture of you and Corpse mushed together somehow in his gaming chair, you’re pretty sure it was Dave that took the photo. You shake your head and check the time. The bus just left. You sigh knowing there is a little over an hour before the next one leaves. Fucking public transport.

It finally becomes you, you watch the price tick up further and further. You take your card out. Swipes it through.

Declined.

What? You try it again

Declined.

C’mon, it has got to work. You try again

Declined.

And again

Declined.

And again

Declined.

You smile apologetic to the cashier, as you start to figure out what you won’t be needing too much.

“I’ll pay for her.” A deep voice speaks further down the line. You know exactly the person whose voice that is.

“Please, you don’t have to-“ You watch as Corpse steps out of the line and puts a box of cereal on the register for the cashier to ring up with the rest of your stuff.

“I don’t-“

“That’ll be 79 dollars and 32 cents, please.” The cashier ignores you.

Corpse pays and gets the receipt, knowing you’re going to beg him for you to pay him back. You used to do the same when you were little. Corpse stands by as he watches you pack your groceries, and he waits for you. He barely recognized you in the bus. It’s been weeks since you last spoke, and even longer since you last saw each other. He knows you were getting bad, but not this bad. He don’t know why he never reached out he knows he should. But there are too many unsaid things hanging in the air, and neither of you wanting to be the one to pick the first one.

He reaches out to take one of the two bags. But you take it right underneath him, and walk to the doors, leaving him to hurry after or be left behind.

“Y/N I-“

He gets surprised by the rain, he hadn’t noticed the darkening sky earlier. You keep walking until he calls out after you again.

“Y/N! Please!”

You stop in you tracks. To think you had missed hearing your name from his lips, he uses it like it’s not the only thing you have left that’s your own.

He jogs the remaining distance and puts his hand on your shoulder, and you let him turn you around to make him face you. He’s not sure if it’s the rain, or if it’s tears that’s starting to fall. He takes the rest of your face in, the dark circles, the clear weight loss. He know, you don’t know how much you don’t look like yourself.

“Listen, thank you, I’ll pay you back next month. But if you’re not going to say anything, I have places to be, and-“

He puts his hand on her chin caressing it. She suddenly looks so small standing there in front of him. You quickly pull yourself back, wanting to lean into his touch, but knowing that it would only make what hurts, hurt more in the end.

“What did you want?” You snap at him. And something snaps in him too, as his brows furrows together.

“Oh I don’t know. Say hi to my best who just up and disappeared from the face of earth two months ago. I wonder what I want.” He snaps back at you, his deep voice nearly emitting a growl of frustration from him.

“So what, that’s what it takes 2 months before you want to find me. Did you get tired of all those girls throwing themselves at you? Did you get tired of your new friends you just cast me aside from? Did you get tired of all the money? Please do tell.” You stretch out your arms in a welcoming stance.

Corpse takes a step back, you’ve never yelled at him like this before. Tears streaming down your face as you’re soothing anger.

“…You think I threw you aside?” Corpse sucks in a breath waiting for your anger to come at him, but instead you suddenly look small again.

“Didn’t you Corpse? The excuse why I could never come over anymore, why you never had time. I was happy for you, you know, I supported you all the way. Heck I even fucking loved you, and you cast me aside, you up and threw away so many memories and a long friendship, just because I suddenly didn’t fit into your new group.” You look him straight in the eyes. “Corpse, I’m tired okay. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep picking up your pieces and help you reassemble yourself, for you to keep casting me aside. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t need your pity; I don’t need anything from you. I’ll make sure you get the money first thing next month.”

She takes a step away from him, the before intimate atmosphere now fully escaped.

“All I ask is that we part here. I love you too much to watch you fall apart again.” Your voice is trembling as you turn around heading for the bus stop, leaving Corpse in the rain to fend for himself.

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povcherry · 3 years

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The Love Test | DNF

Dream and George take a test to see if they are in love with their best friend

The intense red text was prominent on his screen. Frustratingly, the one time Dream agrees to playing bedwars with George and Hypixel is down.

Dream lent back in his chair, hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. His room was dark, the only light shone from his monitors. Patches wrapped around his legs. A deep sigh left George, as he lay his head on his desk in exasperation, an empty subway wrapper by his face, the time on his monitor read 2:17 am, yet he wasn't tired. After being on calls almost consecutively with Dream for essentially a year, he had managed to sync his sleep schedule up with him, already in Florida time prepared for when he goes to live with Dream and Sapnap.

George was disheartened. He was looking forward to playing with Dream. They were both normally either too tired or busy editing or working to go on minecraft for fun, and not just for a YouTube video. But now that they couldn't play bedwars, they were bored and unsure of what to do. They only called each other so that they could play minecraft, but that wasn't an option anymore.

"What do you want to do now then?" Dream asks, his voice far away from the mic, so much so that George nearly missed what he said. He hesitated, staring at Dreams discord profile picture light up.

"We could..." He stalled, drawing out his words. He wasn't the best at making decisions, he was much to indecisive. "Do you want to stream GeoGuessr?" He suggested, silently hoping Dream would say no. He didn't really want to do anything, only talk to Dream for hours on end.

"Not really. My brain is too slow for that level of concentration." That earned a giggle from George, putting a small smile on Dreams face. He loved that sound. "How about we go in my merch vc? Me and ni- Sapnap had fun last time just listening to music?"

George was hesitant. The last time he went in Dreams merch voice call was during the sleep over with Sapnap and Dream. That ended up in a disaster of butterflies and George having to turn his phone off for a couple of hours just to distract himself from the 'dreamnotfound' mayhem they had caused yet again on twitter. He felt giddy just thinking about it, Dream whispering into the mic, loudly cursing when George beat him at 8ball. It made him dizzy thinking about it... thinking about him.

George didn't hate it though- the attention from Dream and the fans. Despite all the jokes and innuendos that they both do to mess with their fans, George knew there was some truth to it all. A deeper meaning to being called an idiot. The endearing term that Dream loved to use oh so much. George felt fluttery, wanting to be called an idiot at this moment.

"George?" He had been silent for a while, reminiscing.

"What would we do on there?"

"Just talk. Or listen to music. Whatever you want to do, George".

Without thinking, George clicked onto the icon for Dreams server. "Do you need to add me to the call?" He asked, unsure about how the podcasts worked.

"Yeah, I need to quickly tell my mods to open it first."

Within minutes, they where in the call, hundreds of people pouring in immediately, spamming the chat with things like 'GEORGE?!' and blue and green hearts. George stifled a giggle, nerves taking over him. Despite doing streams for a living with tens of thousands of people watching him, there was something more intimate with calling Dream in a private server.

"Hello" Dream broke the silence, welcoming all the fans. He chuckled, looking at the chat, "Yes, George is here today. Hypixel was down and we had nothing to do"

"Hi" George was unsure what to say, scratching his neck in awkwardness. It wasn't this weird when he was streaming. At least then they had a plan and chat was relatively easy to read. He was doubtful that this call would end well, what with his ignorance to some innuendos and jokes involving DreamNotfound.

"We thought we would just pop on here. We're kind of bored." Dream stated, unable to see what people where spamming in the #podcast chat. "I can't see what you guys are saying, i'll probably just read my twitch chat."

Half an hour passed and George was getting hungry and bored, nothing eventful had really happened so far except for Dream explaining his setup and chat freaking out over his galaxy mouse pad.

"I want food but all that's in my fridge is butter... oh and the BTS sauces and... uhm expired milk" George complained, looking through his fridge while still on the call.

Dream chucked, "Why do you have expired milk in your fridge?"

"Not the point, I just want food"

"Well get some food then" Dream counteracted. George sighed and rolled his eyes, sitting back down in his chair. His stomach rumbled loudly, calling out to his hunger.

"I'm going to order McDonald's." And with that George muted his mic, found the McDonald's number and ordered his food, in the background, he could hear Dream.

"Should i do a quiz?... yeah? Link some in the podcast chat." There was a long silence. George, long ordered his food, stayed muted, listening to Dream talk to his chat. He found it so endearing the way Dream spoke to them, as though they where a family. His voice soft and gentle as he scrolled through the chat looking for a quiz.

"Ooh, this looks interesting... oh, 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?'. Sounds... interesting" George stopped. Everything seemed to slow down. Eyes wide as he looked at the screen infront of him, Dreams discord icon lighting up as he chuckled nervously. He wasn't actually going to do it was he? The room was getting hot for George, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to delve into the idea of being in love with his best friend, let alone his best friend being in love with him.

He quickly unmuted, ready to call Dream out on what he was doing, but Dream beat him to it.

"George, i'm going to do the 'Am I In Love With My Best Friend?' quiz" He laughed, opening up the link and reading out the first question. "do you catch yourself looking at your best friend?"

George stalled. They had face timed multiple times in the past, Dream only letting George see his eyes upwards, but George always found it hard for him to look away. He got lost staring at his best friends eyes. George quickly messaged Dream asking for the link for the quiz, if Dream was going to do it, so would George.

"Dream, check dm's" He rushed.

"Huh, what, why?" Dream asked, busy trying to still his own heart beat. He had always known at the back of his mind that he had romantic feelings for George, whether that is because he was just touched starved and was desperate, or because he genuinely wanted more than just a friendship with George, suppressing his feelings as to not ruin anything between them.

"Just read it." George urged, getting apprehensive, unsure whether he should just delete the comment and over analyse everything Dream says.

But before he knew it, the link to the quiz had been sent to George, a small smiley face underneath it from Dream. George was about to reply with a '?' to the smile, but Dream spoke up again.

"I just put 'once in a while', i mean, it's not like im never looking at you but i don't do it like.. all the time." George clicked all the time. He couldn't get enough of Dreams warm amiable eyes. His eyes were a kind of green that speaks to the soul of nature, of fresh wands of grass and new buds, and his eyes were that bright colour, bold and beautiful.

"Right," he snickered, " next question, 'are they the first person you call when something happens?' uhm... yeah, i guess. But not always, i mean i would call my mom first." He laughed, ignoring the fact that George was silent. George always called Dream if something was wrong. He wasn't in contact with his parents, Sapnap wasn't the most mature when it came to serious things, yes he was a great friend and he would be there for George if he needed, but Dream came first. George put Dream before everyone, at time even before himself.

"George?" Dream disrupted his thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"You're being so quiet, everyone is asking if you're asleep" George looked at chat, Sure enough, between all the green and blue hearts, there where people spamming Georges name and sleep.

"Oh uhm no, it is 3 am though. Kind of tired." He said, anxiously looking at the next question, mouse already hovering over 'it's nice if i can'. George didn't wake up thinking about Dream, not always anyway. Just if they had fallen asleep on call together, or if they were recording a video that day.

"You should sleep." His voice had softened. He too was looking at the same question. Thinking about George staying up just for him made him feel giddy, but he also didn't want George to be sleep deprived.

George held back a smile. "I'm good, we're in sync bb" he snickered, knowing that would get a rise out of the chat. He could practically hear Dream roll his eyes in exasperation.

"Oh come on" He laughed, his voice low and raspy as he started to read out the next question. He couldn't get through it without laughing, however. "'Do you get jealous if he or she has a boyfriend or girlfriend?' Oh come on! I mean..." He started, George's scoff cut him off. "What?" Dream laughed.

"Nothing" George giggled

"To be fair.. no, but... i mean, wouldn't anyone?"

"Not really." George counteracted.

"Well, no. But! But! But! It would be one of those things where it's like, awe, now he's gonna be spending time, like, doing that, instead of like, with us. Like with like, me and sap. So, I'll put maybe a little. Right? Maybe a little.?" Dream stuttered, trying to defend his reasoning while George just giggled at his flusteredness.

George had already clicked 'ugh its the worst' already. He remembered when Dream had told him Sapnap was moving in with him. Now, George knew his best friends. He knew there was nothing going on between Dream and Sapnap, but something about them living together tickled George the wrong way. He was pissed off, to say the least. George wasn't normally jealous, but when it came to Dream, he became a different person. He almost didn't want to share Dream with anyone else... George wanted Dream all to himself.

"Dream, no one is arguing with you..." George whispered endearingly, a small smile painted across his lips.

The next few questions were uneventful. Dream still defended his answers despite no body calling him out on them. The chat was a blur of left ear jokes and and blue and greens. George answered 'yes' on the majority of the questions.

" Do you have dreams about them? Im- Okay! That's unfair, like, oh my god. Okay, I'll put sometimes." Dream rushed, desperately wanting to move onto the next question. He didn't want to tell chat, and especially George, about the dreams he has. No body knew about the desperation Dream has when he dreams about George. The want and longing to touch George in many ways than one. The heartache Dream feels when he wakes up because he knows the happiness his feels in his dreams could never be recreated.

"What?" George once again giggled. He was starting to have fun now. Seeing Dream embarrassed made George feel slightly better about his answers, but at this rate he was afraid the quiz would tell him he's so hopelessly in love with his best friend that there was no hope for him. "What do you dream about me?"

"You- you've had- you're- you're an idiot, you've had dreams! You've had one hundred pe- you've told me about dreams you've had!" He stammered, struggling to get his words out correctly without revealing too much. He was starting to get hot, the air conditioning in his room seemed to do nothing, the 'GNF' jumper he was wearing was suffocating him. He was suddenly finding it hard to breath under the weird pressure of these questions he had no obligation answering.

"What type of dreams, hmm?" George teased. He had his head resting in his hands leaning on the desk, taking in everything Dream was saying. George, of course had clicked 'all the time' about dreaming about Dream. Dream was on his mind 24/7.

"Oh don't even start with me, i know you've had dreams about me. You told me you've like.. texted me in your dreams or something. You.. you definitely have, anyway..." The two argued for the next few questions, and it was all smooth sailing for both Dream and George, until it came to the big one. The one that caused George to almost throw up the McDonald's that he had eaten a half hour ago.

Dream went silent. George could almost hear Dreams heart beating through the mic. He knew why, too. He saw the question. George had been dreading this. He chose to stay silent, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like to kiss your best friend?" Dream was silent for almost thirty seconds. He felt sick. The amount of times he had wondered what Georges lips felt like. Whether or not they were made for him. Perfectly molded to fit Dreams own. He dreamt about them constantly. The soft touch of lips. He was beyond salvageable. "Uhm, n-no. Of course not."

"Why did you take so long to answer?" George was apprehensive. He wondered whether Dream thought about kissing him as much as he did. George so desperately wanted to, he wanted to feel them on his own lips, wanted to know what Dream tasted like, how he smelt. He was forlorn.

"I'm just going to put, well... i'm going to put.. well there's no good answers. I'm just going to put 'yes but it would be like kissing my mom'". He lied, his mouse had been hovering over 'at least a few times a day', unsure whether to click it or not, but he knew the truth. He wanted to kiss George more than he ever wanted to do anything ever.

The rest of the quiz, George kept silent. If he opened his mouth, he would confess his love on the spot. He had finished all the questions, revealing a 32%. He was totally in love with his best friend. Desperately, pathetically and hopelessly in love. He needed help.

"Okay, last question" Georges ears pricked up at this, he was happy it was almost over. He needed to talk to Dream in private, even if it killed him. "Do you see them in your future?... of course. A lot of my future is your future. I don't want a future without you in it..." Dream whispered, muting his physical mic so that no one could hear his breath leave his body. That was the most intimate he had probably ever been with George in front of fans. He hoped he hadn't just messed anything up.

George still stayed silent. Dreams answer made him almost cry with happiness. He couldn't imagine a future without Dream.

Dream un-muted his mic to finish up the quiz, "It says, you are in love with a few things about your best friend, so it's likely that you could fall entirely in love with them if you... if things keep up the way they are right now." George was unsure of what to say. Chat was once again asking if he was asleep. Both boys took no notice. Almost silently, so silently George almost missed it. But he held his breath, staring at the monitor with fear. All colour had drained from his face. He was about to pass out.

"If.. if you're worried they don't feel the same way... you're going to have to find out how to shut your feelings off, you don't want to ruin what you have."... no one talked for a couple seconds... both of them waiting for the other to say something, until George plucked up the courage.

"I don't want to ruin anything, Dream."

George loved Dream, and Dream was sure he loved George.

#georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dreamwasfound #gream #dreamnotfound #dnf brainrot #short story

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literatureandshit · 3 years

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What music each person from the gangesy like according to me

Gansey

He love lofi music, especially when he’s awake and can’t sleep. Gansey will go to YouTube and just look up “lofi music for when you can’t sleep” and then make an entire playlist out of it

Lots of instrumentals and classical music, Chopin, Bach, Beethoven. Sometimes when he’s building the mini version of Henrietta, he’ll have his head phones and will dance and work at the same time

Honestly he isn’t too fond of listening to music with words in them because he finds song lyrics to be distracting sometimes, but if he would he’d listen to opera, the greatest showman etc

Blue

Blue loves music with meaning, especially powerful music by women. Most of her music is empowering or based on her emotions.

She bases whatever she’s going to listen to by how’s she’s feeling in that moment. If she’s happy, Blue listens to pop music. If she’s feeling angry or frustrated, she’ll listen to rock, metal, or trap. But heavy metal is for when she’s especially pissed

She listens to a lot Bea Miller, Etta James, Rihanna. She definitely grew up with Aaliyah and Salt n Peppa. Maura made sure Blue got to experience all kinds of music. 300 Fox Way will sometimes boom with music all night

Ronan

Contrary to popular belief, EDM isn’t what he’s always listening to. Ronan’s music tastes are heavily based on rock and black music. He’ll listen to Metallica and Guns n Roses and also have 3 6 Mafia and Michael Jackson in the same playlist

Like Blue, Ronan’s music tastes are based on his emotions. It’s the one healthy outlet he has to process trauma and he uses it to his advantage. Rock usually makes him excited and he adores a good guitar solo (Adam and Gansey once sat with heart eyes while Ronan showed them different solos from different bands).

Rap/Trap or RnB is specifically for car rides with himself or with Adam. Whenever he’s thinking about his dad, Ronan will turn on Gangsta’s Paradise and belt the lyrics with his windows down. But on quiet nights when he’s feeling a little lonely in the barns he’ll pick up Adam and they’ll listen to Kali Uchis, Frank Ocean, Khalid, or Rihanna (Ronan loves her). It’s intimate and soft and one of the infinite ways Ronan expresses his love for Adam.

Adam

This boy loves Indie, trap, pop, classical, opera, anything under the sun I just know it. Adam doesn’t give a fuck what he’s listening to as long as it sounds nice to him. He favors music that sounds calm in his ear. He loves songs that use real life audios like cars, planes, people, running water and frogs. However, too many instruments or sounds at once can over stimulate him.

Adam listens to a lot of Clairo, Khalid, Doja Cat, the oldies most definitely especially Usher, Aaliyah, Beyoncé and Michael Jackson. He’ll listen to songs that tell storylines like the Rare Americans, and he likes raspy rough voices like Pop Smoke, Kevin Bates, Billie Eilish and Bleach. His playlists make no sense whatsoever and have really vague or ominous titles like “for that time when..” or “:).”

Sometimes the gangsey will huddle into the car at 3 am and listen to a bunch of albums together because none of them can sleep (Henry can though he’ll see them in the morning lol) and Adam is in charge of the songs

Noah

This boy loves noisy songs. Songs that don’t even make sense, songs that simply cannot be real to a normal person. Noah loves music like this. He takes so much joy in just listening to nonsense that’s catchy and he’ll get annoying about it

Noah loves 100 Gecs. He listens to them all the time, too much honestly. Whenever he’s in the passenger seat and reaches for the radio, everyone just sighs because they know what’s coming up. He also loves Yung Gravy and Y2K and will sometimes stream Tiny Meat Gang

He also loves foreign music thanks to Henry. He listens to Twice and NCT because he describes their music as, “no thoughts just vibes”. He knows every dance to their songs and will do it with Henry whenever possible. He just likes music that makes him feel like he’s having a great time

Henry

Besides kpop, Henry will listen to anything that makes him remember he’s a 10 amongst these 2s. He listens to anything that makes him feel confident and hot and sexy and empowering because why the fuck not? He’s very modern and enjoys modern music, so pop is his specialty

His artists are primarily women, but especially Lizzo. Cus I Luv You continues to be his favorite song, not because he’s in love, but because of the anount of emotion that was put into it. Women by Kesha is his runner up and he will play that song so much Blue manually removed it from his phone.

Both Henry and Blue love Ashnikko. They will ride around in the car just listening to her and many other artists. Sometimes they’ll cut school and go to the convenience store to get slushees and tell the lyrics while sitting on the hood of his car

Gangsey

It is a fight over who’s gonna sit in the front seat with whomever is driving. Passenger seat arrangements must be made in advance because if they do it while walking to the car someone is gonna end up in someone’s lap so they can play music.

Gansey, Blue, and Adam are neural in this regard and usually end up in the front. They play whatever songs are requested to them. They can adjust easily to whatever they’re listening to as long as they don’t listen to two country songs in a row.

Henry, Ronan, and Noah are actual heinous supervillains when it comes to manning the radio. One time Henry played “Bitch I’m Madonna” and Ronan almost ran them off the road. Ronan will play loud music for no reason and then laugh when everyone says to change it. And Noah gets to play a 100 Gecs song ONCE or he’ll never sit in the front seat again

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a03-anxiousandafraid · 3 years

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Playlist and parchment!

Ty, Fate!!

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

I am VERY distractible so I like to put on very subtle background music that's easy to tune out. My personal favorites are BGMC (Background Music Channel on youtube) and 24/7 lofi hip hop radio - beats to study/chill/relax by College Music (also on youtube). I keep the volume really low and let it play on my TV. These are perfect because they play as live feeds so I don't have to stop and mess with swapping videos or having a sudden stream of adds blaring in my ear as a new video starts. Also BGMC has different streams for each day of the week and I love the variety :)

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

Oh... oh goodness A LOT 😂 I try to use what I know from experience to help the characters in my fics feel more real and genuine. It's a lot of little things like matching the way I speak to my friends or how we use banter, coping mechanisms, situations I've been in or witnessed someone else going through. This might be TMI, but I've heard a lot of people say they relate to Zelda in BotW with how much she struggles to meet expectations and it's such a valid issue to relate to; however, I relate so freaking hard to Link.

When someone sets a high bar for you and you succeed, those high expectations just never go away. People always expect you to perform flawlessly and be a sort of "poster child" for their beliefs, never stepping out of line or speaking out of turn. It lead me through my own experiences with selective mutism and suffering in silence and then feeling horrific guilt when my emotions bubble over and suddenly I'm not who everyone built me up to be in their mind. It's really cathartic exploring these feelings narratively not just with writing Link, but with Zelda, too. I kind of just pepper the anxiety around for everyone 🤣

I've always heard people say "write what you know" and I think I've done that far more than not. Funnily enough, the major thing completely detached from the influence of my personal life is the nsfw bits I've written. 😂 That stuff I've done mild research on or just made up as I go along lmao 🙈

I'm sorry this turned into full on paragraphs! But thank you so much for the ask! :)

#Thank you!!#I rambled a bit there #apologies #ask anxious #writers ask

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kickasskody · 3 years

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DAKOTA ‘ kody ’ PIERCE, a character study. “just because i cannot see it, doesn’t mean i cannot believe it.” -- jack skellington

Character’s full name: dakota pierce Reason for name and/or meaning of name: kody’s parents met and fell in love in north dakota, and decided to name their son after the great state 💖 Character’s nickname: kody Reason for nickname: in middle school, kody didn’t think the name dakota was cool. but the name kody, the most generic white boy name ever , was definitely cool Birth date: december 13th, 2002. baby sagittarius

Physical appearance Faceclaim: austin abrams Gender: cis male Height: 5″8 #shortking Build: scrawny boy body. looks like he couldn’t lift more than 30 pounds... PSYCH!!! he’s a vampire so he can actually lift several hundred pounds 🤪🤪🤪 Eye color: blue with little dark green specks Glasses or contacts?: not with that snazzy 4k vampire sight !! Distinguishing marks/scars: funny little frecklescape on his back that looks like this emoji 😦 Hair color: dirty blonde Type of hair: type 1, aka straight hair Hairstyle: gets up out of bed, looks in mirror. maybe tussles it a little bit. thats it Physical disabilities: none Mental disabilities: adhd Clothing style: sweaters sweaters sweaters. striped sweaters ( because the best time to wear one is all the time ), disney sweaters, sweaters with dogs on them. white collared shirts to go underneath most of them. denim jackets, a couple of them tattering with holes in the elbows. black skinny jeans -- like he owns four pairs of the same black skinny jeans. someone tell him that skinny jeans aren’t in style anymore. uses the same jansport backpack he’s had since the eighth grade with a sewn in epcot center patch on the front pocket. dirty checkered vans. falling apart high-top converse. it’s not that he’s poor and can’t afford new things, he just prefers all his old stuff. Make up: has never worn any but wouldn’t be opposed to trying some !!

Personality Good personality traits: good at secret keeping, friendly and uplifting, loyal, thoughtful, great memory, cautious, playful. chaotic good energy 🥰 Bad personality traits: gullible, slightly obnoxious, constantly confused, easily distracted Mood character is most often in: cheery, happy as f, practically bouncing off the walls Sense of humor: goddamn hilarious!!! at least he thinks so lol Articulation: loud and occasionally stuttery. repeating himself pretty often. the type to get lost in the middle of conversation and have to take a second to mentally loop back and remember what exactly they were talking about. uses the word ‘ like ‘ way too much. talks with his hands a whole lot. constantly talking like he’s a kooky disney character on a mission. Character’s greatest joy in life: riding a mf’in roller coaster Character’s greatest fear: disneyworld getting blown up / physically hurting someone Character is most at ease when: he’s curled up with his friends watching a disney movie Most ill at ease when: he’s laying in bed at night, pretending he’s sleeping since he can’t Enraged when: thinking about how there are vampires in bridgemead -- that they could turn other people, kill other people, or worse... harm his friends. Depressed or sad when: drinking from a blood bag. watching disney pixar’s coco. thinkin’ about a disneyworld churro and how he’ll never be able to enjoy the taste of one again. Priorities: at the moment? trying not to hurt anybody. Life philosophy: “Keep Moving Forward!” -- walt disney said that Greatest strength: his optimism / ability to take something sad or bad and turn it around! Greatest vulnerability or weakness: giving just about anyone the benefit of the doubt.

Goals Drives and motivations: getting enough money to be able to travel the world and visit every disney park on the planet. Immediate goals: graduating high school / helping the scooby gang solve mysteries Long term goals: roller coaster designer / engineer. create a haunted house / rollercoaster hybrid ride

Childhood Hometown: orlando, florida Type of childhood: the kind where he’s an only child, where his middle class parents live to please and spoil him, take him to whatever amusement park he wanted to go to and buy him all the best merch. the smile on his face was worth more than anything they ever could’ve purchased for themselves. kody probably would’ve had siblings, but his parents had complications getting pregnant again, and thus they lived to make sure he had the best life possible. Pets: a cat named toulouse ( shoutout aristocats ), but he passed when kody was fifteen Most important childhood memory: waiting in line for five hours to ride harry potter and the forbidden journey at universal studios orlando. blew his little kid mind. Dream job: imagineer!! Religion: non-practicing christians. church on easter and christmas ONLY!

Present Current location: bridgemead, massachusetts Currently living with: his parents 💖 Pets: none Religion: agnostic Sexuality: currently questioning his sexuality. growing up he always felt attracted to both boys and girls, but has never been able to articulate it. he’s only ever expressed interest in women, but he has a fat crush on chris evans as captin america Politics: would be socialist if he cared enough to think about politics Occupation/education: bridgemead high school super senior Mode of transportation: his parents dark blue prius!! but only thursday - sunday

Family Parent one: marcus pierce -- drug store manager Relationship with them: kody and his dad are best buds! if it weren’t for his fathers love for rollercoasters, kody doesn’t know what his life would be like today. they used to play rollercoaster tycoon growing up and kody still cherishes those memories today. Parent two: tina pierce -- bridgemead city manager Relationship with them: kody and his mother have a very loving relationship. however, kody’s adoration for his mother dwindled when it was her job that forced them to move to bridgemead. he thinks of it as her fault that he doesn’t get to go to disneyworld anymore, and there’s a bitter part of him that thinks that if she hadn’t made them leave, he never would’ve become a vampire. he knows its wrong to attribute her to his curse, but sometimes when he’s really sad he cant help it. Siblings: none Other important family members: his widowed aunt shirley who lives twenty minutes from disneyworld and occasionally would join them on their weekend visits to the parks. he misses her greatly 😩😩

Favorites Color: that bright electric blue color on the cinderella castle at disneyworld Music: electronic Food: a disneyworld churro. Film: the incredibles / scooby doo 2002 Drink: pink lemonadde mixed with sprite Form of entertainment: disney+ subscription. if that’s all he had, he’d be content. Most prized possession: a magic kingdom two day passport ticket from the 1980′s

Habits Hobbies: playing rollercoaster tycoon / designing rollercoasters on his computer. obsessively watching ghost club paranormal on youtube. bothering aj with the latest thing on his mind that she definitely doesn’t need to know about Plays a musical instrument?: nope. wishes he could though! Plays a sport?: nope, but would be great at track now that he’s a vampire! How he would spend a rainy day: playing kingdom hearts II in his pajamas. Spending habits: great at hoarding all of his allowance! since he’s not spending it on food, he’s an excellent saver. pre-vampirism kody was not as cautious with his spending. Smoking/drinking/drugs?: no way 🙅🏼 has yet to even try alcohol Extremely skilled at: cheering up his friends! finding the good in others and convincing them to see it too 🤗 Extremely unskilled at: stopping himself from crying when he’s sad / when he’s in the middle of crying. putting together pieces of their investigations. sure, he can find things -- but what the hell is he supposed to do with them once he’s got it?!?! Nervous tics: anxious picking at his cuticles. messing with his hair. aggressive foot tapping. scrolling through his phone without actually looking at anything. Usual body posture: that boy has been working on rollercoaster code on his computer for YEARS. his body posture is absolutely RUINED! Mannerisms: constantly talking with his hands. bouncin’ around like tigger when something exciting happens. abbreviating things that don’t need to be abbreviated. the loudest in the room at all times.

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Introvert or extrovert? Daredevil or cautious? Logical or emotional? Leader or follower? Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Prefers working or relaxing? Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Animal lover? HELL YEAH.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: before the year 2020, kody actually quite liked himself! he realized that he was goofy and sometimes not everyones cup of tea, but for the most part, he knew he was a good guy who was a little obnoxious! now, he has mixed feelings about himself. vampirism has elevated a lot of his emotions and more often than not now, he dislikes himself for what he’s become, or what he could become if things turn bloody. One word the character would use to describe themselves: spunky What does the character consider their best trait?: his compassion What does the character consider their worst trait?: his gullibility What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: his fluffy hair !! What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: that he’s a short king. stream short kings anthem by tiny meat gang How does the character think others perceive them?: he’s pretty sure most people think that he’s wildly annoying, but that doesn’t stop him from being fully himself most of the time! What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: his vampirism!! get this shit out of him just make him a normal aging boy again!!

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: kody is a big ole’ ball of love, and thus so, he tries to share that with everyone. strangers are treated with compassion, acquaintances are treated as old friends, and friends are treated like family. unless kody already knows someone to be a bad person, or is wary of them, he’s genuinely one of the nicest people one could ever meet. Opinion of the Scooby Gang: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others?: it depends on the topic, but for the most part, yes. when it comes to most scooby gang related endeavors, kody will share his thoughts -- if it’s something related to movies or tv, he’ll be talking your ear off for hours. if it’s something that could result in it hurting someone else, he’ll be quiet, and if his vampirism was ever to come into question, he’d be absolutely be suppressing it. Most important person in character’s life: oh god, not to pick scooby gang favorites, but probably aj. she’s the closest thing he has to a sister, and he doesn’t know what he would do without their banter, and her support. Best friend/s: aj darke, dylan frye, & arabella byrne Dating experience: absolutely none. kissed 2 girls in the span of 2 years over 3 years ago. Romancing: kody wouldn’t know the first thing about trying to get someone to date him. all he knows is the stuff he’s seen on tv, watched in movies, or experienced around him ( such as his parents successful marriage, or his friends dating people ), but if it were to come down to him, he’d be extremely awkward. picture tom holland’s spiderman trying to talk to zendaya’s mj in far from home -- because that’s extremely accurate. kody isn’t trying to date anyone right now for a couple of reasons: one being that he’s too nervous, and not exactly looking for love, but if it were to happen... he wouldn’t run from it necessarily. but two being that his vampirism creates a bit of a problem for him, and he’s not sure if he should subject anyone to the curse he’s stuck with.

Extra Physicality: if necessary, could probably lift a car and throw it down the street. as of right now, doesn’t know how strong he really is / is more concerned about hurting his friends with this supposed strength than he is finding out how many hundreds of pounds he could lift. kody in a fight? probably losing within the first five seconds, unless bloods drawn and the instinct to pounce takes over. Species: vampire How do they feel about it?: hates it. would do anything to reverse it. wishes he had just stayed a little longer at karma cafe that night. or had never gone at all. How do they look in their supernatural form?: pretty much the same, however when he’s hungry and near blood, his eyes go all dark and bloodshot, and the veins around his eyes start to pulse ( basically just like vampire diaries ), but kody is unaware of this since he’s never seen it happen to himself or another vampire

#bridgemeadtask01 #shoutout aaustinabrams for this gif #idk how to credit gif makers listen thats my credit right there

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islamicrays · 4 years

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Top 10 Tips for Maximizing Your State During Quarantine:

1. Reconnect with the sajada.

The sajada is one of the greatest acts of devotion to God and the believer never tires of it, but rather delights in placing their face in the lowest position possible while praising the "Most High.”

Allah ﷻ commanded Iblis to make sajada to Adam (`alayhi salam), but he refused. In the Qur'an we have 14/15 places of sujood for sajadah at-tilawa. And the Prophet ﷺ mentioned in many hadith the virtue of the sajadah.

Ma'dan b. Talha reported: I met Thauban, the freed slave of God's Messenger, and asked him to tell me about an act for which, if I do it, God will admit me to Paradise, or I asked about the act which was loved most by God. He gave no reply. I again asked and he gave no reply. I asked him for the third time, and he said: I asked God's Messenger about that and he said: Make frequent prostrations before God, for you will not make one prostration without raising you a degree because of it, and removing a sin from you, because of it. Ma'dan said that then he met Abu al-Darda' and when he asked him, he received a reply similar to that given by Thauban.

In the second Hadith, Rabi'a b. Ka'b said: I was with God's Messenger one night and I brought him water and what he required. He said to me: Ask (anything you like). I said: I ask your company in Paradise. He (the Prophet) said: Or anything else besides it. I said: That is all (what I require). He said: Then help me to achieve this for you by devoting yourself often to prostration. (Sahih Muslim)

So stop rushing through it and start appreciating the gift of sajada and enjoying every second of it. Look forward to it and rejoice in the promise that your sins are being removed, your rank is being raised, and you will be promised the company of the Beloved ﷺ in Paradise!

2. Take inventory of your actions, limb by limb.

We know that our limbs will all speak against us on the Day of Judgement. Isn't it time to intervene and redress the wrongs we've all committed against ourselves? Why wait until that day to answer for everything we've done? Why not apologize to ourselves, limb by limb, body part by body part, NOW?

وَالَّذِينَ إِذَا فَعَلُوا فَاحِشَةً أَوْ ظَلَمُوا أَنفُسَهُمْ ذَكَرُوا اللَّهَ فَاسْتَغْفَرُوا لِذُنُوبِهِمْ وَمَن يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ وَلَمْ يُصِرُّوا عَلَىٰ مَا فَعَلُوا وَهُمْ يَعْلَمُونَ - 3:135

"And those who, when they commit an immorality or wrong themselves [by transgression], remember Allah and seek forgiveness for their sins - and who can forgive sins except Allah ? - and [who] do not persist in what they have done while they know. (3:135)"

Sit with yourself, preferably after you've completed a prayer and find one limb or faculty to focus on and hold yourself accountable for all the wrongs you've used it for. For example, your tongue. Think about all the lies you've told, the foul words you've said, the gossip you've spread, the harsh and mean insults you've hurled at someone, the food/drink you ate that was haram or questionable, etc.

3. Think of the people you've hurt, and make sincere repentance to Allah ﷻ.

We've all hurt people in our lives before, whether physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually, etc.

Think about the tears you've ever caused someone. Think about the hearts you've ever broken. Think about the people you've denied. Think about the relationships you've cut off. Think about all of it and either make a physical list or a spiritual list where you go one by one and apologize sincerely before Allah ﷻ for whatever pain you've caused. This is NOT the time to defend yourself or justify your actions. This is the time for COMING CLEAN and making amends in this life before you are taken to task in the next life. Force yourself to admit what you've done to yourself and accept that you were a jerk, then ask Allah ﷻ to forgive you and to grant that person or person all the good in this life and the next.

4. Think of the money you've spent wastefully or the food/drink you've thrown away, or any other unnecessary excessive behavior and ask Allah ﷻ to forgive you. The Prophet ﷺ warned us:

“Allah does not like for you to waste wealth, nor ask many unnecessary questions, nor spread gossip.” (Musnad al Bazzar)

5. Make a vow to yourself and to your Lord and ask Him for strength so that you become more compassionate, more loving, more patient, more understanding, and LESS harsh, judgmental, critical, and cruel. Ask Him to soften your heart and heed the advice of the Beloved ﷺ who said:

“If you want to soften your heart, feed the poor and pat the head of the orphan.i.e, be kind.” (Musnad Ahmad)

P.S. Look into the work of GiveLight Foundation to do both!

6. Don't just eat clean, but listen clean and watch clean. In other words, stop watching filth and listening to garbage music. We've become a gluttonous society that indulges in every form of entertainment and base desire because we have more access to indulge our every whim and desire than ever before. The height of ignorance is being consumed with living and looking healthy on the outside for vanity's sake, but turning a blind eye to the damage we're causing to our spiritual hearts by all the garbage we consume.

The Beloved ﷺ told us:

“Verily, Allah has written for the son of Adam his portion of adultery which he will inevitably commit: the adultery of the eyes is a lustful look, the adultery of the tongue is lustful speech. The soul craves and yearns; the passions will affirm or deny.” (Bukhari and Muslim)

7. READ actual books and improve your literacy and communication skills. One of the greatest gifts that God has given the human being is the faculty of language and to understand things, but we've become a generation and a society that no longer reads and uses our intellect to its actual potential. It's time to turn off the Youtube and TikTok videos, and the never-ending stream of soundbites we get from all forms of digital communication, and actually READ, THINK, REFLECT, and PRAISE our Lord for the gifts that differentiate us from beasts and other creations.

“If Allah intends goodness for someone, he gives him understanding of the religion.” (Bukhari & Muslim)

8. Make dua'h for our scholars, past and present for their tireless service to preserving our deen and guiding us through difficult times. Sit with yourself for a few minutes and remember the teachers you've been impacted by the most and ponder on their lives and their humanity. Relate to them as humans who could have gone into any other field and profited from their brilliant intellects, but who chose the path of God instead because they understood the value of knowing this beautiful faith and teaching it to others. Make a renewed intention to show them the respect they deserve, to honor them for the purpose of honoring *the knowledge* they possess. Make the niyyah to help them if you can by supporting their works and sharing their teachings, or at the very least making du'ah for them.

The Beloved ﷺ taught us: “Whoever does not thank people has not thanked Allah.” (Abu Dawud)

9. Ask Allah ﷻ to give you the best ending from this world and actually sit with yourself and think about exactly what that means for YOU. Visualize it and BELIEVE with certainty that Your Lord will accept your most sincere wish as long as the degree with which you believe is strong with conviction. Remember the words of our Beloved ﷺ who said:

"What I fear most for my community is weakness of certainty." (Tabarani)

DO NOT be weak in your certainty with Allah ﷻ for everything else in creation is fleeting and illusory, but He is the Ultimate Reality and He is in the opinion of His servant, so THINK HIGH always of the MOST HIGH!

10. Start preparing your will. Seriously. Open up a document on your laptop or computer, or even in your Note folder or email draft. Just type. Write out who you want to wash you, where you want to be buried, who you want to distribute specific things to, how you want your kids to be raised, the qualities you want your spouse to consider in a future spouse, etc.

It doesn't have to be a formal document, although that would be ideal. Just write and get the ball rolling. If God forbid anything happens to you, at least you will have given your loved ones SOME direction on how to proceed without you. And something is better than nothing.

As I have said on multiple occasions, this time we've been given is a SPIRITUAL WINDFALL. We will likely NEVER in our lifetimes ever see an opportunity to TURN OUR LIVES around and change course.

Imagine yourself all these years headed down a perilous path but because it was shiny and so full of sparkly lights and distractions, you THOUGHT it was great. And then Allah ﷻ causes your car to spiral out of control and you are finally away from all the blinding lights and distractions and you can see that you were headed towards a cliff!!

He has just taken us off course, the choice is ours: do we go back on the bright and shiny street or choose a quieter, less busy, and more serene road that leads to somewhere truly SAFE?

May Allah ﷻ guide us and give us and help us come out as winners after all of this, not losers. Amin.

-Ustadha Hosai Mojaddidi

#muslim #islamic quotes #pandemic #deen #islam #muslimah #ummah #quarantine

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simkaswriting · 5 years

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Bubbles-(Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: swearing, Steve being a teasing little shit?

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Steve and (Y/N) share a flat, and all things considered, it’s a good arrangement. However, Steve often forgets to lock his door when he’s busy.

A/N: Just a little thing I thought of after seeing that gif, and wow I really have no control because I just had to write something?? Please leave feedback, it’s greatly appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy xx

All things considered, Steve Rogers is a good flat-mate. He cleans the dishes after dinner, doesn’t bring strangers over too often, and most importantly, puts the toilet seat down every time. He’s never complained about storage space in the bathroom or the burn marks that keep appearing on the kitchen table from failed baking attempts. Steve doesn’t even care if one of his hoodies goes ‘missing’ every other week. However the man has one big fault. He often forgets to lock his door.

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Steve’s groans and soft ‘damn-it’s’ are the background noises currently disturbing the YouTube tutorial on pumpkin pie I’m so desperately trying to make. The dough droops over the side of the tin and the filling’s colour doesn’t resemble the one of the screen in the slightest. Fly-aways stick to my sweaty forehead. My apron is covered in flour and egg, and soon will be complimented by Steve’s blood.

I look over my shoulder at Steve, who’s furiously tapping the buttons on his PS4 controller, which is comically small in his large hands. He’s been at the game for the last two hours with a steady stream of innocent swearing and shouting accompanying him to my annoyance, hindering the progress of tonight's experiment. If only I could actually hear what the chef was saying, then the pie would no doubt at least resemble his.

“Jump, Bucky! To the right, the right!” Steve exclaims as his fingers work the buttons faster. The headset is also loud, which further irritates me.

Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against Steve playing his games, and I don’t tend to particularly care about the noise level either. But when I actually need to hear what’s being said, it’s more than annoying, and (just barely)more distracting than when he walks around with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

I contemplate telling him off, asking him to maybe keep it down so I can finally finish making this disaster of a fucking pie, or just straight up clubbing him with the rolling pin. But the pie is done now, and I don’t see the point in starting this argument that we’ve had countless times before. Living with your best friend isn’t all that it’s made out to be sometimes.

So, with gritted teeth, I place the tin in the pre-heated oven and throw my apron on the breakfast bar.

“-no, I’m telling you it’s the top floor. Not the basement. That’s just silly.” Steve’s voice is tinged with irritation as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from exploding. That’s a habit of his when he’s nervous or dangerously close to loosing his cool. A habit that makes me very, very happy.

Ignoring him and his loud teammates that consist of his best friends Bucky and Sam, I go to my bedroom and crash on the bed to entertain myself until the pie is ready, and hopefully edible. I scroll through all forms of social media until I feel like time has ceased to exist and my eyes will begin to bleed any second, though in reality it’s probably been around 20 minutes. The pie should be ready, but my bladder comes first.

I walk across the hallway to the bathroom and tentatively knock on the door. Steve is the type of person who wouldn’t lock the door even if he lived with 20 other people, so I can never be too safe. There have been an abundance of incidents where I walked in on Steve peeing, or getting changed. It’s as if he’s physically incapable of sliding the lock into place. But, my eyes are very thankful for this trait he has.

The apartment is strangely quiet, and I take that as an answer. Steve’s probably in his room, or maybe he went out with Bucky.

I open the door and walk in. My eyes immediately widen at the sight in front of me.

Hiding underneath a mountain of pink bubbles is a very naked Steve, with closed eyes and earphones in his ears. He’s humming to himself and gently tapping the side of the tub to the beat of whatever song he’s listening to.

Fuck. It’s as if my legs have frozen in place, they refuse to move out of the room. Over the last two years of living with him, I’ve seen Steve shirtless plenty, sure. I’ve seen him in the kitchen at 3am making pizza in his underwear. I’ve even seen his ass one Halloween when the firefighter costume Tony bought him wasn’t particularly fitting for his form. But this is a whole new level of intimacy even for us. He’s a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.

Steve’s eyes open and he lazily turns to look at me. His brows knit together in confusion as he takes one of the earphones out.

“I’m capable of washing myself, you know.” He teases with a small grin.

That bastard. I try to come up with a witty comment, something to throw him off his high horse, but my mind draws blanks. Over and over, until I’m just standing in the doorway, wide eyed with an embarrassed blush adorning my cheeks.

Sure, Steve is Captain America, the righteous hero of this country. A noble gentleman who is the dictionary definition of good values and manners. But living with him opened my eyes to a new side of him that the public isn’t aware exists. The carefree, lighthearted and not-so-modest Steven Grant Rogers.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for a brief second, and place my hand over my eyes so I can’t see him. Both in the hopes of clearing my head of his astoundingly good abs and so that he doesn’t think I’m creeping on him.

“S-sorry. I knocked b-but there there wasn’t an answer.” I choke out, mentally slapping myself. Is that really the best I can come up with? I’ve seen him in more compromising positions than this. So why on Earth is this effecting me so much?

Steve’s booming laugh snaps me out of my thoughts. It echoes around the steamed-up bathroom, and it takes every ounce of willpower I’ve got not to glare at him.

“(Y/N) you don’t have to cover your eyes. I’m smothered by bubbles. ” His tone is teasing, dripping in affection with a hint of flirtation. Or maybe pity at my current blushing state.

If I didn’t know Steve Rogers the way I do, I’d assume he is indeed flirting. But that’s not Steve. He would never, especially not with his roommate.

I bite my lip and shake my head no. Almost too quickly.

“Nope. I’m good, Cap.”

Once again he laughs, and it sounds like music to my ears.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and look all pretty? You might as well wash my back for me.”

Wait, did Steve just call me-the ear piercing screeching of the fire alarm echoes around the apartment. Fuck, my pie!

I sprint out of the bathroom with a crimson face as Steve yells after me.

“The offer still stands, doll!”

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of? I haven’t been feeling that way towards anyone, be it from real life or someone on the internet or a celebrity, for a while.

Do you drink the milk from the bowl after you eat all the cereal? I’ll try to drink some of it, since I do think milk tastes nice haha, but I keep it in moderation so that my stomach won’t end up being too upset.

Have you ever kissed anybody accidentally? Oh wow, how does this even happen? Hahaha but no I haven’t.

Who was the first person to wish you a Merry Christmas last year? Most likely a family member. My friends and I usually greet each other late into the evening.

Do you think it'll be the same person this year? It will probably be family again, yeah. I just can’t tell which one would be first.

Is your display picture in black and white? None of my profile photos on all social media are.

Do you know anybody who has had an online relationship? I don’t think so. I have some friends who met their SOs through dating apps, but I think all of them have since seen each other in person. I’m not sure I know of anyone whose relationship has been entirely online/virtual so far.

What food are you always in the mood for? No matter how full I am, I will always take a slice of pizza or two if it’s ever served at a table. That or chicken wings or spicy tuna salad.

When was the last time you played Guitar Hero? Safe to say more than a decade ago. I had always preferred Rock Band since I found it more fun that switching instruments was a main part of its gameplay, whereas you were stuck with the guitar on Guitar Hero.

What friend could buy clothes for you and not have to worry what they bought? Angela. We have nearly the same sense of style and we find the same things cute, so if I ever had to make a friend control my wardrobe for the day I will likely trust her the most.

1 thing that your guy best friend doesn't like about you: I don’t have a guy best friend. Hans is my closest friend of the opposite sex; while I don’t think he dislikes anything about me, I’m sure he thinks I’ve acted dumb about love and relationships many times before. Which is fine, we’re very honest and blunt about those things and I actually appreciate it when he gets brutally honest with me.

How about your girl best friend? Again, I don’t know if Angela doesn’t like a certain trait of mine but she’s well aware of my past stupid decisions i.e. staying in a harmful relationship.

Do you loan your friends money? No, but I’m ready to lend to my closest friends should they ever be in need.

Are Lucky Charms really magically delicious? I dunno, I’ve never tried.

When was the last time you had Lucky Charms anyway? See above.

Who is the last person you called long distance? I don’t do video calls with friends living in other countries, mainly because I’ve grown apart from them haha. My mom will sometimes start calls with relatives living abroad though; I believe the most recent one was a group video call with my dad’s side of the family, which included an uncle who lives in New York.

Do you sleep with a nightlight? No; I would find this too distracting and bright.

Is Lil Wayne really the best rapper alive? I never thought he was one of the best to begin with. Some of the songs he’s featured in are fine but I don’t like his slurred style of rapping very much.

What is the first text in your inbox? Like...the very first one in my inbox? I scrolled all the way down and it’s from Frances - an orgmate who has since disappeared off the face of the earth and blocked all her friends on social media lmao - asking about an org-related thing three years ago. Wherever she is, I hope she’s doing okay.

Are you taller than your siblings? I am the eldest yet smallest child in the family. My relatives get a kick out of it, which is fine because I do too HAHA

What are the first letters of your friends first names on your top 8? Myspace? Was never active on it.

When was the last time you almost cried from laughing? I can’t pinpoint an exact moment for you but this happens a lot when I watch 2 Days 1 Night, so this has probs happened recently.

Do you have “photoshoots” with your friends/family members? Not with me as the subject – I’m very camera shy and turn into an awkward stick once I’m asked to pose. But I love taking photos of loved ones, especially an SO.

Are you generous? To a fault.

Are you excited for Thanksgiving this year? I don’t celebrate that.

Are you excited for Thanksgiving ANY year? Yeah, I still don’t celebrate that.

Any plans for the weekend? I had plans to start a new series and spend a lazy day watching YouTube videos, but we haven’t had internet all day today and it’s felt quite deflating to have the first day of my weekend taken away from me. I’ve been running on data which is...fine, I guess, but I can’t use too much if I don’t want to keep paying for it. That said I’ve only been able to do surveys and stream music today. For tomorrow, I wanna go to a coffee shop and perhaps even treat myself to ramen because I’ve been craving.

Do you lay your clothes out the day before? Before Covid happened I planned out my clothes the night before, but I didn’t lay them out.

Who was the last person you bought a gift for? Andi; got them a dress and a skirt.

What was the last song you had stuck in your head? My Limb has been repeatedly playing in my head all day.

Are you ignoring anybody currently? Not ignoring, more of I’ve already given up on them.

Do you curse at your parents in a different language? I don’t curse at my parents in any language, lmfao.

Do you get the mailman a Christmas gift every year? We don’t have mailmen, buuuuut the maintenance staff in my village (trash collectors, security guards, those in charge of trimming the grass, etc) will usually hand each household an envelope in time for Christmas. My family and I help them out and place a certain amount in all envelopes.

Are you afraid of lizards? They are very common visitors in homes here so no I’m mostly not. They move very fast and get freaked out when they see humans though, so sometimes I’ll be shocked by them suddenly scurrying away.

How legible is your signature? I don’t make it legible at all so that it’s difficult to replicate. I actually get a lot of comments on it because my signature is mostly a lazy scribble and I don’t actually spell out any part of my name, which exactly fulfills my goal of making it hard to copy.

Do you think anybody else has a bedroom EXACTLY like yours? I actually live in a neighborhood where the houses are the same models, so I can confidently tell you that there are around 10-20 bedrooms that look similar to mine. But as for being styled and furnished exactly like mine, I doubt it.

How hot are your neighbors? Lol uh I don’t pay attention to this particular trait. All my neighbors are your typical suburban families with young kids, anyway.

Do you have pictures of clouds on your cell phone? A lot. I like looking up at the sky from time to time.

Do you send compliments through text message? Sure, when it’s appropriate and only with close friends.

Do/did your high school theme colors match? I never thought they didn’t go well together, that much I can say.

Do you own any Nike shoes? Several.

Have you ever rode in a VW Bug? Never.

How about a Mini Cooper? Never have, would absolutely love to.

What was the last fast food place you got food from? Yellow Cab. I got two pizzas and pasta for my family.

When you invite people to your house do you usually hang out in your room? I never invite people to my house because it’s too far compared to where most of my friends live, and it would only be a big hassle for everyone. As for my room, the only people who’ve been in it are Gabie and Angela/Hans, the latter only once.

Have you ever seen your crush/current bf/gf cry? I don’t have any of these.

Do you own any Spongebob merchandise? I’m pretty sure we have a Patrick plushie we continue to keep around.

Do you have any food traditions with any of your friends? My orgmates and I frequented a certain bar near our university; we went there whether it was to celebrate the end of an exam-filled week, or if we simply wanted to spend an ordinary Thursday with a few drinks. A few months ago they were in danger of closing because of the pandemic, but I hope life has been kinder to them recently.

Do you like Gwen Stefani? Erm, not particularly. Some songs of her I like, but I’m not a passionate fan.

Do you know anybody with a thick Jamaican accent? No.

Are you closer to your mom’s side of the family or your dad’s? Mom’s. Aside from being able to see them more often, our humor is also similar.

Have you ever been to a haunted house? I’ve stared at one, but never gone inside haha.

Yes or no: red eyeliner? Do whatever you want with your face and makeup, man.

Yes or no: red lipstick? ^ Still applies.

Would you ever own a pet black widow spider? No.

Do you wear holiday themed clothing? I don’t think I own any, so no.

At 6:00 tomorrow night where do you think you’ll be? On my way home, or preparing to head home, I hope.

Is it night or day right now? Evening.

What time did you get up today? Like 5:30. I fell asleep on the rooftop and got to see the pretty sunrise and the sky gradually change colors :)

#survey #surveys

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Field of Streams: Acis and Galatea On My Couch

Welcome to the first installment Field of Streams--in which I watch Baroque opera streams from the comfort of my own home during quarantine. We’re kicking this off with the Royal Opera House stream of Acis and Galatea. This production was from all the way back in 2009, when Going For Baroque wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye (though my father had made his infamous promise to take me to see Alcina whenever it came to the east coast). It was part of a double bill, together with Dido and Aeneas. The Dido has not been made available for streaming (as yet I can tell), but I hope it is--I would love to review non-Handel baroque operas.

Handel originally wrote Acis and Galatea as a “chamber opera” and it has an accordingly small cast: a soprano, two tenors, a bass. Handel retooled it a bit for performance, adding some choral pieces, but the main cast stayed small. After the marathon plot summary of Agrippina last time, the plot of Acis is refreshingly straightforward, and as you will see, a fitting beginning for my Field of ~Streams~ series. Galatea is a water nymph. She falls in love with a shepherd (Acis). They are happy (so happy, in fact, that their first duet consists almost entirely of the words “happy happy are we”). But the cyclops Polyphemus is also in love with Galatea and attempts to woo her somewhat ineptly. She rebuffs him. Acis plans to fight the cyclops. Cyclops flattens Acis with a rock, killing him. Galatea uses her powers to turn Acis into a river (get it? streams?) and they are reunited.

Though the stream is sadly offline (it was available for about a month), the Royal Opera House has been leveraging YouTube for their streams, using the hashtag FromOurHouseToYourHouse. It was very easy to watch, and I had no trouble with the technology. My one technological complaint was the lack of sub-or super-titles. Though the opera was sung in english, I was not familiar with the plot (I had to go look it up part way through), and even if you know the language, it can be hard to understand the words.

Before reviewing the singing, or the sets, or the costume I must address the very graceful elephants in the room. For you see, I may have found the root of the plethora of Handel productions using dancers. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you will remember that I’ve been observing a pattern of Handel productions* re-centering (because there were extended dance sequences in the originals) dance. Well, that trend has apparently been going on since at least 2009, because this production was basically a ballet and an opera happening at the same time on the same stage. The whole singing cast was mirrored by dancers, who for reasons that were not clear to me were all wearing flesh toned body suits giving the impression that every singer had a naked person following them around all the time.

Sorry, that last bit was snarkier than I intended it to be; the dancing was very good, and if I had come to see a ballet, I would have quite enjoyed it. (Nope, still snarky.) There were even times when I thought it was effective (Polyphemus’s raging shadow was quite menacing). But overall I just kept asking why is this necessary? According to the show notes the aim was to heighten the emotions, but for me, it mostly just distracted from them. I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again: I wish directors and conductors would let the emotional drama of the arias and the music stand on their own without gimmicks, without razzle-dazzle, and trust the audience to appreciate it.

Danielle de Niese has a beautiful voice, and is a good actress, and after Acis’ death, I didn’t need a nude woman doing modern dance across the stage to tell me that she was sad. In all seriousness, though all the singers were capable, de Niese was a clear stand out vocally. Galatea is a wonderful vocal fit for her, and she excelled in every aria. I always appreciate her savvy use of ornamentation, keeping it at least period appropriate, if not authentic, and in good taste.

She had a lot of chemistry with her Acis, Charles Workman, who I was unfamiliar with, but quite enjoyed. He has had a long career, our paths have just never crossed. The tenor male lead is somewhat unusual for Handel, and I confess that I actually checked google because I wondered if it had been originally written for a countertenor, but no, it was for the tenor originally! There are, in fact, three tenors in this cast, as two other shepherds who give various characters unheeded advice are also played by tenors, these two shepherds were sung quite capably by Ji-Min Park and Paul Agnew, neither of whom I had heard before (to my knowledge).

I liked Matthew Rose far better as Polyphemus here than I did in Agrippina. I don’t know if the part fit his voice better, or if I found the dancing less distracting than the golfing, or what, but I found his Polyphemus to be frightening and intense. His acting was particularly strong, and I was fully convinced that he was the hero of his own story and he believed his actions were justified. Polyphemus went home and slept like one of the stuffed lambs that were scattered around the set. No I don’t know why.

As I was watching I was admiring the orchestra, finding the sound authentically Baroque and extremely precise and well balanced. It therefore should have been no surprise to me that the pit orchestra was none other than the Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment, one of the best period ensembles currently active. The dance rhythms were clear and precise, and it is always a pleasure to hear them play. Now this is a trend I could get behind (period pit orchestras when performing Baroque operas, yes please)!

Apart from the dancers wearing nude body suits, the costumes for the singers were basically what you’d expect shepherds to be wearing. I was a little confused by the costumes for the chorus which seemed like the kind of clothes city dwellers would wear, and I wasn’t sure what the director was going for there either. I thought the set was good although I did not understand why there were taxidermied animals hanging around, but they were less distracting than the dancers, because they didn’t move. Overall, the ballet didn’t get in the way enough to ruin the show for me, but I would still love to see this opera unencumbered by dancers.

*There was an additional production that I saw at the Kennedy Center that had a very effective use of dance but I did not review it for this blog (because at the time I didn’t count the Kennedy Center that I can literally see from my apartment as “going” for baroque) but maybe I’ll go back and add it if I run out of streams.

#royal opera house #handel #baroque #acis and galatea

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-What was the last song that you sang out loud? >> Part of Mirror Mirror by Blind Guardian. -If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? >> If they’re in such close proximity to me that I can smell their breath, then they must be close enough to me socially that I would care enough to tell them that they should pop a mint. -With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? >> --- -Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? >> I have a bed full of plushies, so I tend to burrow into those. -When are you likely to hide your emotions? >> When aren’t I...?

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? >> They seem comparable to me experience-wise. I guess whichever takes longer. -Who was the last person to take your breath away? >> --- -When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? >> We don’t have cable. When either of us turns on the TV, it’s either to use a game console, to watch a streaming service, or to play something on YouTube. -Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? >> No. -What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? >> I don’t generally receive comments on what I like listening to, unless it’s “me too” kind of comments. -Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? >> I go to my room and do something distracting. Or go inworld, most likely. -What was the last mess you cleaned up? >> I don’t remember. - [TW] Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? >> No. -When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? >> None? Nothing special is happening tomorrow. -Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? >> Andy Kuntz (Vanden Plas). Unfortunate name, amazing voice. -Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? >> Sure, as long as I had good enough equipment to keep the sand out.

-What is the last thing you complained about? >> ESO being down for maintenance. It was over by the time I finished the survey I ended up taking, thankfully. -What was the last curse-word you said? >> I don’t remember. -When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? >> --- -How did you recover from your last bout of tears? >> I just stopped eventually. -Do you still talk to your very first best friend? >> --- -When was the last time something went terribly wrong? >> I don’t remember. “Terribly” is a bit too intense to describe most of the mistakes and mishaps I deal with these days. -How do you console someone when he or she is upset? >> I generally do not take that position at all. -Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? >> No. -Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? >> Outer space, thanks. -How often do you feel overwhelmed? >> Relatively often. -How do you deal with everyday life? >> *shrug* -Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? >> Nope. -Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? >> I don’t remember. -Who in your family do you act like the most? >> --- -What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? >> ---

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? >> Not that I’ve noticed, unless I’m wearing something that is somehow so strange that people can’t contain themselves. Or unless people are staring at me trying to figure out whether I’m a girl or not. Which, you know, happens. -Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? >> No. -What just tears at your heartstrings? >> The plight of Ardyn Izunia in Final Fantasy XV. -Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? >> I mean, I don’t make a point of saying “I will never watch this show!” or anything, but there are plenty of shows I’m just not interested in. -What was the last topic that you ranted about? >> I don’t remember. -Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? >> Not anymore. -Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? >> Probably. -Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? >> Yes. -Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? >> No. -Is your school like the drama capital of the country? >> --- -A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? >> I usually don’t carry cash, but if I happen to be carrying some and I feel like being generous, then I’ll probably give him a buck. This is, of course, all assuming I even hear him ask -- I’m usually listening to music through my headphones when I’m out somewhere. -When was the last time you visited a thrift store? >> I don’t remember. It’s been a while. -Was there ever a time when you wished you’d never been born? >> Yes. -Can you handle constructive criticism? >> Meh. Most of the time the people trying to give me criticism are people who I don’t care to hear criticism from, so. -Who is the most sensitive person that you know? >> I don’t know. -Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? >> Yeah. Couldn’t afford a root canal. -You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? >> --- -When was the last time you wrote someone a note? >> --- -Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? >> --- -What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? >> I don’t remember. I don’t usually try to get out of doing anything. -On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? >> On days when I do take them, I take between one and four. -How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? >> I don’t usually spend that long on Bzoink. I’m just there to find surveys to bring here. -Which season do you dread the most? >> Winter. -Do you ever brag about your achievements? >> What achievements? -If someone makes fun of you, are you able to laugh it off? >> It depends on who you are. Sparrow is pretty much the only person who is allowed to make fun of me about whatever she feels like. Certain other people can make fun about certain things. Everyone else is suspect. -When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? >> I don’t remember. -What did you do last Halloween? >> We were in New Orleans, so we dressed up in our new tradgoth outfits and went walking around the Quarter for a bit, then went to Country Club for their Halloween party. And I had two absinthes, as a treat. :) -Last Thanksgiving? >> Went to the Wayland house, as usual. -Last Christmas - if you celebrate? >> Again, went to the Wayland house, as usual. Thanksgiving and Christmas are “family” holidays and Sparrow has one of those, so. -How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? >> We were invited to a gathering at the house of someone we know from Meetup. -Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? >> I wouldn’t mind learning about any of them. -Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? >> I mean, maybe? I don’t know. -Has anyone ever played with yours? >> I don’t know. -Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” >> No. Either way, I didn’t do it, so who cares? -Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real … just once? >> No?

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? >> --- -Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? >> I don’t think so. I am inclined to suspicion far too often. What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? >> How hot 1980s Rutger Hauer was. -Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? >> Alone. Shopping with Sparrow is fine, too. -What is one insecurity you have about your body? >> It doesn’t feel like mine and I’m tired of having to wear it. -What is one part of your body that you are proud of? >> --- -When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? >> People don’t tell me that. -When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? >> Yep. -Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? >> No. I want to spend the least amount of time possible in there. -Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? >> No. -Do you still eat at McDonald’s, regardless of that film? >> I mean, that “docu” is totally a fraud, so, uh. (I never stopped eating at McDonald’s, and if I did, it wouldn’t be because of some movie.) -Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a different race? >> Briefly. -Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? >> Well, sure. -When was the last time you doubted your abilities? >> *shrug* Always? -At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? >> --- -What was the last thing you wished for? >> I don’t wish for things. -How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? >> I don’t know, maybe... 10, 15 times? Also depends on what’s going on that day -- if I have somewhere to be, for example, I’ll be looking at the time a lot more to make sure I’m on schedule.

#surveys #survey #random survey

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nightmare-grass · 5 years

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So I’m officially Spidersona trash

Here I have compiled the main characters, their abilities and personalities, and their relationships within the story I am currently working on and have been working on ever since the Spidersona movement of 2018.

1. My personal OC

- Name: Nora Weaver

- Age: 19

- Alias: Jumper

- Based on the Bold Jumping Spider

- Quirky, inventive, sneaky, caring, impatient, smart, and kinda egotistical

- Saw the Prowler fighting Prism on tv one time and thought, ‘hey, those rocket-boot things are pretty cool’

- Later on she made her own rocket boots for a college science fair (it’s a high school science fair, tbh, but colleges scout for talented students to give scholarships to), she promotes them as footwear for rescue efforts and stuff like that

- At this science fair another kid was doing experiments on spiders and one escaped and bit Nora, giving her spider powers

- Since Nora’s thing is mechanics, she got her more chemistry-inclined older sister to help make her web fluid

- Sister’s name is Amelia

- She eventually designed her own suit and was from then on known as Jumper

- Only her sister knows her true identity

- She has arachnophobia (coincidentally)

- She’s adopted and it turns out her biological father is Dr. Octopus

- Her birth mother is a woman named Mary Alice Anders (Otto and Mary split up in Otto’s tragic villain backstory)

- She gets scrap and parts from an auto body shop and the son of the guy who owns the shop is really cute and Nora has a crush on him. His name is Dominic Mazzetti.

- One humid summer day Nora drops down in an alley in her spider suit and peels the spandex off to sit at her waist, having been wearing a tank top underneath, in order to cool off. She realizes too late that she’s right next to the auto body shop when Dominic comes around the corner, looking to take a shortcut, and sees her. She webs him up, jumps onto the rooftop with him, and starts freaking out, but she makes him promise not to tell anyone her secret. From then on they work together more closely.

- Gwen Stacy is kind of the designated bully, seeing her as a rival for good grades, so she mockingly call her “Snora” since Nora falls asleep in class quite a bit due to her hero work

- Eventually Gwen and Nora become friends

- Nemesis: Doctor Octopus

- Recurring Villain: Screwball

“Alright, lets start at the beginning one last time. My name is Nora Weaver. I built some rocket boots, was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the last year and a half I’ve been one of a few spider-themed heroes in my city. I call myself Jumper. I’m pretty sure you can figure out the rest. I saved some people, joined a spider hero team, graduated, started college, nearly dropped out, and now I’m in the process of saving the city again. By the way, I was in the middle of that. Catch ya later!”

2. Peter Parker Gender-bend

- Name: Penelope Parker

- Age: 18

- Alias: Ladybird

- Based on the Ladybug Mimic Spider

- She was the one with the spider science project

- when one of her spiders bit her, it momentarily distracted her and she let two more escape, one biting Nora, another biting Skylar

- Wears glasses

- When they get to community college Penelope meets Harry Osborn and after a while of being friends they start dating. This will not end well.

- Nemesis: Green Goblin

- Recurring Villain: Black Cat

“Alrighty then! I guess we can start at the beginning one more time. My name is Penelope Parker, and for the past year and a half I’ve been the hero known as Ladybird. I was experimenting with some spiders and radioactive elements when three of them got out and bit me and two of my now best friends, and so we decided to form a superhero team. I figure you know the rest; we saved the city, started college, I got an internship that ended up being a trap, my aunt May died, and now we’re trying to save the city again. Yeah, it hasn’t been great.”

“AGH, Harry is such a dreamboat!” Penelope twirled around gaily and flopped onto her bed with a sigh. “I don’t deserve him,” she murmured with a smile.

Nora rolled her eyes. “Of course you deserve him, Pen! In my eyes, you deserve the world,” Nora said matter-of-factly.

3. OC

- Name: Skylar Tran

- Age: 19

- Alias: Spider-Shine

- Based on the Mirror Spider

- Non-binary, they/them pronouns

- Black hair dyed blue

- Filipino

- Reflective/shiny skin (yes, like the Twilight vamps, get over it)

- Cocky, flamboyant, funny, millennial humor, depressed but doesn’t wanna show it, being a superhero gives them something to live for

- Has scars from depression on their arms

- Very much an anime fan

- Starts out as a “Hero for Hire” where they got paid for rescuing people but quit that as soon as they found out about Tombstone and how he scares the people of NYC into paying him so he doesn’t let worse things happen to them

- Nemesis: Tombstone

- Recurring Villain: The Tinkerer

4. Symbiotesona

- Name: Amber Herald

- Age: 31

- Alias: Prism

- Symbiote

- Bonded with Prism when she was 23 and working for the Life Foundation

- They’re lesbians, Harold.

- Prism’s thing is light refraction, so she can turn invisible

- She’s an established hero when the three newbies get bit

- Their origin story is kinda like the Venom movie except they don’t take down a big bad corporation or stop an alien invasion

- Prism is a forced spawn of Venom

- Life Foundation captured Venom to make more Symbiotes but Prism was one of the few Symbiotes that escaped with a host

- Dreamcasting Idina Menzel as Amber

- Nemesis: Any evil Symbiotes that happen to pop up.

- Recurring Villains: Prowler and Kraven the Hunter

Side Characters

1. Harry Osborn

- Son of Norman Osborn

- Has a degenerative disease that Norman tries to fix with experimental science

- Goes mad, becomes Green Goblin

- Before he’s the Goblin, he and Penelope start dating

2. Gwen Stacy

- daughter of Police Captain, George Stacy

- Gifted in biochemistry

- Wants to become a forensic scientist for the NYPD, following in the footsteps of her father but in her own way

- On weekends she is the drummer for MJ’s band

- Sees Nora and Penelope as her academic rivals and sometimes bullies them

- Loves music

- Is a lesbian and has a crush on MJ but she’s still in the closet

- If I ever want to make her into Spider-Gwen, I could kill off Amber and have Prism bond with Gwen

3. Mary Jane “MJ” Watson

- Intern/reporter for the Daily Bugle

- Sometimes self-absorbed, mostly self-assured and witty

- Has a band called The Mary Janes where she’s the lead singer and lead guitarist

- Keyboard player is Glory Grant

- Drummer is Gwen Stacy

- She’s bisexual and she has a crush on Gwen

- With her hot temper and Gwen’s bull headed stubbornness, they have quite a few disagreements

4. Felicia Hardy

- becomes Black Cat, an antihero

- Her dad used to develop tech for Oscorp when he was found “stealing” some of the tech he worked on and was laid off

- Her dad used the tech he’d developed to aid him in cat burglary because he couldn’t find a job and had to support he and his daughter but he was caught stealing from one of Kingpin’s businesses

- Felicia used her dad’s tech to steal enough money to pay for his bail but kept stealing afterward

- Takes up a Robin Hood-like role where she steals from rich assholes like Kingpin and Norman Osborn and gives back to the homeless of NYC

- She’s really quiet as a civilian, almost unnerving, but that’s because she spends all day coming up with cat-related quips and catchphrases to use when she goes out as Black Cat

5. Screwball

- I want to add more to her character, really dig deep and find the person behind the vlogger/criminal nut job

- Her crimes are just stunts and dangerous pranks on important figures

- She live-streams every crime

- Started off with a prank channel on YouTube but when she started drawing the attention of Jumper and the bunch for her dangerous stunts, her videos started to get more views, so she just scaled up her pranks to draw the attention of the heroes even more

- Expert Gymnast and Media Influencer

- Some of her fans are so rabid for her that they’ll commit murder at her slightest suggestion

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jksangelic · 6 years

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more than friends (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, angst, tiny fluff, roommate!jungkook,

↳ pairing: reader x jungkook (ft. taehyung as the “fuck buddy”)

↳ warnings: dom themes, daddy kink (I’m sorry I know), breath play, bondage (?), overstimulation, phone sex but not the kind you’re thinking of, jungkook has tattoos (-: maybe slight dubcon???? exhibitionism????? what ISN’T in this )-:

↳ summary: you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.

↳ note: i actually wrote this for a friend, so, um. this is for you, bitch. i spent days on this. anyway, to anyone else reading this trash, enjoy, you heathens!

↳ words: 7,694+

↳ series: one | two | ?

if you prefer to read this on ao3, click here.

“Tae,” you breathe, extending your neck and allowing him to litter kisses and scrape his teeth along your jaw, “Taehyung, he’s going to be home any second now.”

His large hand slides down your bare stomach, trailing his blunt nails up and down until he finally sneaks under your flimsy t-shirt and massages a breast. You internally thank yourself for forgetting to wear a bra and let your pleasure be heard.

Taehyung responds by humming lowly, letting you feel the vibrations through the hickey he was working on above your collarbone. You’ve always scolded him for leaving marks when he wouldn’t let you return the favor, but he was dominant in every aspect and shut out every rule you’ve ever given him; not that it was too much of a bad thing anyway.

For a second, he lifts his head, noses touching and eyes mocking, “So what? Not like you care when he’s home anyway.”

You roll your eyes and push him away, causing him to slump back to the end of your couch. He props his leg up devilishly, fully aware that his hard-on is on display and watching you with his head tilted back; he was testing you.

The act in itself was tempting, but the fact that it was Kim Taehyung, with long silver locks that covered one eye and parted for the other, his infamous boxy-grin that displayed wickedly perfect teeth, and golden skin that resembled honey was enough to make you hot and bothered.

Taehyung was a simple man; known as nothing more than an untouchably attractive philanderer that had taken a particular interest in you a little over a month ago. You had taken this “interest” to heart, thinking you could have been the woman to change his ways. However, upon confessing your feelings to Tae, he immediately turned you down and informed you of the other women he kept in his pockets, even during your intimate time together.

It hurt, sure, but leaving him and abandoning the pleasure he gave you was too many losses in one day. Even more, your pride was already crumpled from the events and you figured bouncing back with the “friends-with-benefits” proposition would keep you from feeling like a complete idiot.

“Sorry, hon, but you’re only supposed to be here to pick up your laptop,” you smirk, leaning forward and nestling your head in the crook of his groin, playfully nipping at the material of his sweatpants. “You have a date with Serena soon anyways.”

A growl rumbles in his throat, suddenly remembering the event he drunkenly planned at Jimin’s party the previous night.

The both of you being distracted by your own thoughts, you must have not heard the click of the front door upon a guest’s entry.

“Fucking gross. Y/N, you have a room for a reason. Fucking use it.” Jungkook aggravatingly spits, chucking his gym bag next to the kitchen island and raiding the contents of the fridge with vigor.

Removing your head from its comfortable spot, you pull your shirt back down and rearrange yourself as to not show your whole ass in your, conveniently for Tae, very short workout spandex to your roommate.

“Hi, Kookie. How was your day?” You retort with a fake, syrupy voice. When he doesn’t answer, you look back to Taehyung, who has softened and reached out for his laptop before tucking it underneath his arm.

“Alright, alright, prick. I’m leaving.” Tae chucks up his signature “V” to Jungkook, who was now eating a slice of pizza, and heads for the door.

After the door shuts, you attempt to sneak past Kook without further interrogation, but know better when he suddenly clicks his tongue.

“He’s such an ass, Y/N. You deserve so much better than that and you know it.”

You roll your eyes, having heard this before. You spin on your heel, walk towards Jungkook and lean on the fridge.

“We’re just friends and you know this. The benefits are mutual and I’m content with the way it is.”

“You’re that desperate for dick, huh? That’s pathetic.” He says, shoving a ridiculously large bite of pizza crust into his mouth.

“At least I’m having sex, Kookie. When was the last time you blew your load without the assistance of baby lotion and your right hand?”

With this, he rolls his head in annoyance and scoffs. “You’re a bitch.”

You wink, snatch the rest of the pizza crust that resorts in his hand, and finish it off while heading back to your room. Nothing was more enjoyable than winning a fight with him.

Your roommate, Jeon Jungkook, is nothing short of a temperamental college dropout. When you had first met, you were blinded by his straight dark hair, charming looks, and tattoo-cluttered arms; but a month into your quiet-yet-friendly living quarters, it was as if his free trial was over, and you now faced the full price and wrath that was Jungkook.

Jungkook was very… blunt, and in some ways, you really appreciated that. In others, you sometimes wished he would just shut the fuck up. Highly opinionated and judgmental, having him around was like having four older brothers living under the same roof consistently nagging you over anything you did.

Needless to say, it was difficult to talk about your personal love endeavors with him. Even though he was your friend, he treated you like you were naïve, and sometimes you knew you were, but it didn’t mean he had to undermine your actions or assume the worst. Even more, his whole mood inconveniently shifts from jerk to full-blown asshat, the recent conversation only scratching the surface of his regular lashings.

Aside from that, over the course of a couple years, you had finally grown comfortable of Jungkook’s disposition and loved him very much. Did you wish he would pick up around the apartment more? Sure. Did you ever try convincing him that blasting his music on his various speakers at 2AM is very annoying? Oh, yes. Did you embarrassingly beg him to stop leaving his jizz-filled tissues blatantly laying around in his room or on top of the bathroom trash bin? Unfortunately so.

But the world works in unforgiving ways and as much as you had wished for a quirky young female roomie to reply to your Facebook post, you got the galaxy’s cutest gangbanger.

After wasting a few hours on YouTube, you decide to wash up for the night; taking your phone, a pair of panties, and your favorite button-up that Jungkook gave you, you make your way to the shared bathroom and lock the door behind you. (There have been enough embarrassing encounters of Jungkook walking in on you, thank you very much.)

As the steaming water runs down your body, you can’t help but think of Taehyung. You knew you wouldn’t get any farther with him, but you couldn’t imagine leaving the relationship—or whatever it was, entirely. Maybe Jungkook was right, even though you established a strict boundary of “friends-with-benefits”, it was still toxic in the sense that you harbored fondness for Taehyung.

You knew one day you would have to end things for your own sake, but even then, being scarred from the first attempt at explaining your feelings made confrontation difficult for you.

Your mind went on like this for a while, looping back and forth between being uncomfortably content with the current situation and positively anxious knowing that you need to save yourself from getting any more involved.

Realizing you’ve been drowning in your self-pitying thoughts for the past twenty minutes, you finish washing your hair and shut off the, now cold, stream. Out the corner of your eye, you spot the flash of your phone and notice Tae had texted you a few minutes ago.

“Date didn’t go too well. Want to spend the night tonight? We can watch a movie or two if you’d like.”

And as simple as that, you caved like you weren’t silently combusting over your dilemma just twenty seconds ago.

“I’ll be over in 30,” you send, slamming your phone back onto the counter like it was the source of your disappointment. Throwing on the clothes you brought into the restroom, you walk back into your room and plop onto your bed face-first.

Jungkook must have smelled your distress as you heard him pad through the hallway and knock on your door almost immediately.

“Come in,” you muffle into your pillow.

“You look tired. Did you masturbate yourself to sleep?” He asks, potato chip bag in one hand and the other shoveling some into his mouth. God, that guy was a walking vacuum.

“Sadly, no,” you mutter, “I’m having an existential crisis.”

He frowns at this and plops down next to you in bed, his large body consuming your twin-size mattress. “What’s wrong? Do you want to talk about it?”

You shrug, “Not really. It’s just boy stuff.”

He looks appalled, throwing his hands in the air and spilling chips in the process, “I am a boy! How much more qualified do I need to be?”

You tilt your head and give a ha-ha before standing up and busying yourself with folding clothes or moving something from one place to another; antsy.

When you stand, Jungkook notices your very… revealing choice of clothing. When Jungkook had given you his old shirt, he had not expected you to utilize it as much as you did, and frankly, it made his heart and his dick jump at the sight almost every time.

As if the heavens had heard his pleas, you conveniently reach for a high shelf in your closet and expose the black lace panties that hid under his shirt. Gulping, Jungkook scrambles to look at anything else but you.

Breaking his trance, you suddenly speak, “Oh, by the way, I won’t be home tonight. I have plans. Do you mind just running the next laundry load while I’m gone?”

He ignores the chore you assign him and inquires, “Where are you going?”

Your movements stutter, knowing that if you told him you were spending the night at Taehyung’s, he would throw a fit. But whether you answered him or not, he knew.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with balled fists, acting as if he held the world’s responsibilities on his shoulders.

“I know you’ll, like, cut my dick off or something but I swear to God, someday, I will pummel his face into oblivion.”

You giggle in amusement and locate the nearest duffel bag to shove clothes into. “I know, Kookie.”

He grunts, “If you know he’s shitty, why do you keep feeding him? Taehyung is like, bottom-of-the-barrel shit.”

You pout to him and zip up your things. Somewhere in your actions, you managed to find shorts and Jungkook is internally disappointed.

“Don’t be mean. He can be a good guy sometimes.”

“My ass, Y/N. If you looked up ‘small-dicked bastard’ in the dictionary, his face pops up. I know it,” he continues.

“Jungkook,” you throw a stuffed animal at his face, “literally shut up. If you’re going to harass me anymore before I leave, you can escort yourself back to your own room.”

He ignores you and furrows his brows, “Like, I’ve accidentally seen his dick, no thanks to you by the way; it’s not even impressive!” He begins counting on his fingers, “He’s small, he’s dumb as fuck, he doesn’t even like you that way—”

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yell in vexation.

“—he won’t ever love you, Y/N, that’s honestly just some bullshit fantasy of yours. You’re so blind to it and I can’t stand to pity you anymore,” he claims nonchalantly.

You froze, his comment figuratively slapping you in the face. For a second, the room is absolutely quiet and you feel blood rush to your face. Not only were you mortified, but livid at how easy it was for Jungkook to spew such an exclamation.

Your eyes sting and tears threaten to fall. Jungkook must have noticed because his eyes suddenly bulge and he’s sitting up quick.

“Y/N?” he voices with concern.

He won’t ever love you.

And as much as you needed to hear that exact sentence, you never wanted to hear it from someone like your best friend. He was right in every sense; Tae would never sympathize enough to genuinely interpret your feelings and reciprocate them, but now that it was said aloud and floated in the air, you wanted to sob.

More concerningly, Jungkook would never go this far in any of the conversations you two have had about Taehyung. Even he knew his boundaries, and you trusted him to still respect your heart as a woman. You trusted him and you were entirely wrong and he somehow managed to rip your heart out and stomp on it and give you his large, round puppy eyes like he was oblivious to how bad that hurt.

Ever so quietly, you breathe, “Fuck you.”

Jungkook watches as you wipe at your sniffling nose and red eyes. “What?”

“Fuck you!” you fume, grabbing your bag and storming towards your door, “get out of my room!”

He chuckles, “Are you serious? Baby, chill out. Come here and give me a hug or something.”

You flash him a close-lipped smile before slamming your door on him.

“Fuck all the way off,” you say to no one in particular. On the way to the front door, you snatch Jungkook’s Jeep keys off the coffee table, now declaring he won’t need the car for the night and march out of the apartment.

When you finally load your stuff into his black Jeep and fling yourself into the driver’s seat, you decide to give yourself a few minutes to cool off.

It wasn’t too big of a deal, you’re sure Jungkook’s fat mouth just got the best of him, but it still made you vehemently emotional. You weren’t head-over-heels for Taehyung either, but you were embarrassingly afraid of being alone and you desperately sought for affection, which is actually really dumb now that you think about it.

You sighed as you realized that you may have been oversensitive, but nonetheless, the fight only occurred ten minutes ago, and it would be best if you just left.

Reaching into your bag to grab your phone and text Tae, you feel your brain melt into realization.

You left your phone in the restroom from when you showered.

Lady Luck surely wasn’t on your side today, but you were very dependent on your phone and you would rather walk back inside, tail between your legs, than be petty enough to leave it entirely just because of a measly dispute.

Hopping out of his ridiculously lifted Jeep, you ride the elevator back to your floor and try to open the door as quietly as possible. Perhaps Jungkook wouldn’t even catch you coming back in if he was in his room.

Cautiously tiptoeing through the hall, you recognize the groan of the pipes in the walls and curse silently; Jungkook was showering. In the only bathroom of the apartment. With your phone comfortably laying on the counter.

Fortunately, he left the door ajar enough for your body to slip through and grab it without his knowing, hopefully. In front of the door, you can hear the shower stream fluctuating, assuming he must be washing still, you go for the kill only to be horrified by the occurring events.

Jungkook fucking moans; and not just a “yeah-this-shower-is-relaxing” moan, but a fully-fledged whine.

Suddenly, you hear, what you surmise to be, the rapid sounds of Kook pumping himself in the water and you force yourself to bite down on your lip so hard as to keep yourself from laughing, crying, or a pathetic combination of the two. You should just grab your phone and leave, but he doesn’t stop.

“Ah… Y/N…” Jungkook growls, stopping you in your tracks.

You whip your head to look back to the shower; did he catch you walking in on him?

Seeing that the shower curtain was, indeed, closed, it takes you a few moments to interpret why he called your name.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he grunts out again, voice low and heavy and you swear to god it rattled throughout your bones.

He’s fucking jacking himself off to you.

Jeon Jungkook, your hot-ass roommate that was also your best friend, is masturbating to the thought of you and is continuing to call out your name like it’s the sweetest fucking thing in the world.

You suddenly feel like you’re intruding and do your best to escort yourself as quick as possible from the bathroom, face hot and limbs resembling jelly. You retire in his room since its closest and sit on his desk, unfortunately now having to wait until he is out because you were too much of a wuss to grab your phone in the first place.

You’re in awe to think this is the first time you have ever caught Jungkook, let alone be the source of his sexual desires. Your mind failed to replay any moment where Jungkook seemed even remotely interested in you, so you just idled stupidly, twiddling your fingers while you hear Jungkook shut off the water in the other room.

Not wanting to risk the chance of him showing up naked, you voice your presence, “J-Jungkook! I’m in your room. Can you grab my phone?” you call out rather squeakily. In the midst of your question, Jungkook audibly startles and shuffles around before appearing in the doorframe, making eye contact with you.

Eyes wide and skin reddened from the shower, he doesn’t say anything as he walks inside and chucks your phone onto his bed. Facing his back towards you, he manages a sentence.

“When did you come back?”

“Uhh,” you start, distracted by the amount and depth of the tattoo that stretches across his back and shoulder blades. A traditional Japanese-style design is perfectly canvased on his muscular back; lotuses, peonies, and chrysanthemums perfectly mixed into black waves and god it must have taken hours for him to get it done. Only the flowers are featured in different shades of deep reds and pinks, everything else colorless or purposefully outlined, leaving some of his tanned skin peeking throughout some part of the tattoo.

“I’ve been here for a little while,” you finish, oblivious to the fact that you should have just lied to save yourself from the conversation that you were now trapped in.

He turns to face you, “Okay, uh. Do you want to take your phone?”

“Oh my god, when did you have these many tattoos?” you fluster shamelessly, raking your eyes over the ink that traveled on his chest and down his arms. It strictly stopped on his pecs, but it didn’t halt you from giving a once-over to his muscular stomach and indented “v” that peeked above his towel.

He quirks a brow at your gawking, “For a few months besides my arms. Are you done being mad now?”

You stand up and head towards his bed to grab your damned phone when you can feel him loom over you. Squeaking in surprise, you turn towards him, “What?”

“Y/N… please don’t leave,” he pleas, and you swear you’ve never heard him use this tone before.

“I was a jerk, I shouldn’t have said that to you. But Taehyung is an asshole and I meant it in a caring way. I don’t want to see you hurting from him anymore,” he says sincerely, “Don’t go.”

And even though this isn’t the right moment and for once, Jungkook is being sweet, the realization hits you.

“Jungkook, are you… jealous of Tae?” you say half-jokingly.

The question itself looks like it punched Kook in the stomach, as his face turns pink and he blinks too many times.

“Why the fuck—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“Kookie, do you like me? Is that why you hate Taehyung so much? And in the shower—”

“What do you mean ‘in the shower’?” his face flushes, already knowing the answer.

Shit, you didn’t mean to include that.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t want to ruin anything we have right now because, hell, we live together and it’s already fucking awkward that you like Taehyung and caught me legit getting off just minutes ago,” he starts, somewhat level-headed.

“Kookie, I don’t not like you? You’re just so annoying sometimes and you act like you’re my brother or something and it’s really off-putting, and I mean I find you attractive, super attractive! But I didn’t think you liked me or thought of me just as a friend so I tried to stay away and this is just so surprising to me like—”

More than anything, Jungkook just kisses you so you would stop talking, but then his hand reaches the back of your neck and pushes you in a little and you lay your hands on his wet chest to stable yourself and it just feels so good.

But then you realize what the hell is happening and push him far enough to break the kiss.

“Kookie, wait—” you sigh, but Jungkook’s eyes roll and his hand now travels in your hair and tugs it slightly.

“Stop fucking calling me that,” he growls, and you swear the room is so much hotter than it was ten seconds ago.

His hair is drenched and pushed back off of his forehead, leaking droplets of water onto his shoulders and sliding down his firm body. His eyes are glazed in lust, hooded, and keep flicking between your eyes and your lips. This literal sex god disguised as your roomie left your mind in goo and everything was just so confusing.

“Jungkook?” you respond quietly, secretly hoping to appease his request. You unconsciously reach out to draw circles on his taut stomach, even daring to reach so low to feel the jut of his hipbones.

His eyes flutter at the touch of your dainty hands and closes the distance by pushing his hips against yours. You look back into his eyes, so innocent and Kook has a sudden desire to ruin you right now and show you who you belong to.

He pretends to think for a moment, rolling his head around and showing off his thick neck until he answers, “Mmm, too casual.”

You tilt your head in confusion and tease him a little, “Are you a ‘baby’ kind of person?” He makes a distasteful face and leans in closer.

“I don’t want you calling me any pet names that you give to just anyone either,” he droops his head into the crook of your neck, his close warmth causing you to shudder as he whispers in your ear, “I just want to be yours. So how about ‘daddy’?”

You flash a face of surprise and fail at hiding sheepishness. He chuckles at how rigid your body is; have you really never called someone “daddy” before?

“Yeah, I think I like that. Don’t you, Y/N?” he says, purposefully trying to humiliate you.

Jungkook was crawling under your skin and he knew it, taking pride of his control over you. However, you caught him off guard when you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

You hook your fingers under his towel and purr your most seductive, “Okay, daddy,” and even though it sounds so foreign leaving your mouth, you give Jungkook a run for his money.

He’s utterly stunned for a moment, unaware of how confident you could be but appreciating the second of dominance you had.

Hips still stuck together, you notice your effect has made him very… excited. He grinds his growing bulge into your lower stomach and you gasp in surprise. He tried his hardest to control himself, but it would only be moments before he went animalistic on you.

“Okay, love, I’m going to give you five seconds to decide if you really want this or not,” he says lowly, sliding his large hands underneath your shirt and trailing dangerously close to your breasts.

“Five,” he starts.

It suddenly dawns on you that you have plans with Taehyung, and that you should have been there awhile ago. It also settles in your brain that this is really fucking happening, and that there would be no turning back if you let Jungkook continue.

“Four.”

Your dilemma seems to display on your face because Kook looks worried. He almost looks hurt that you are really contemplating taking Taehyung over him.

“Three?” he questions, and you decide that you don’t need the full five seconds.

You lace your fingers through his wet hair and pull him into your kiss, relieving him of his worries and licking at his lips. He groans at the feeling and digs his fingers into your bare skin, relishing how small and soft you are under his hold.

He pulls away and takes his hands out of your shirt but presses his forehead against yours, “You know what you’re asking for, right? If you think I’m going to fuck you lightly just because I love you, you’re wrong,” he warns.

Although you should be more concerned about how he just confessed to you, you nod your head frantically and decide that you can properly talk about things after he takes care of you.

“Great,” he states, abruptly grabbing your shirt that he gave to you and ripping it apart so vigorously that the buttons fly, admiring the fact you weren’t wearing a bra underneath and immediately sucking marks above your chest.

“What the hell, Kook! That was my favorite shirt!” you whine, but he continues without a care.

“I promise I’ll give you my whole closet if you just shut the fuck up,” he spits, placing his hand on your waist and guiding you down to sit on his bed.

“Lay back,” he instructs, and you do just so, letting your head loll to its side. Contrary to your assumptions, his comforter smells like detergent mixed with his cologne and you wish you could bury your face in it, suddenly appreciating his natural scent.

Laying down like this, you can clearly see the outline of Jungkook’s bulge underneath the towel and you audibly gulp; you wondered how large he was.

Jungkook suddenly latches his hands under your knees and pulls you until your ass reaches the end of the bed, your startled yelps making him chuckle.

Kneeling and leaning his head between your legs, he licks and places kisses on your inner thigh, leaving you gasping in response. You feel yourself getting hot and wet, and you hope Jungkook can’t smell your arousal.

But as if he read your mind, he uses a thumb to circle your clothed cunt and you hiccup at the sudden friction, “You smell so good, Y/N.” In one swift motion, he removes your shorts and throws them across the room. Even though your thong is black, Jungkook can clearly see the growing wet mark and his chest grows with arrogance.

“Jungkook, please do something,” you cry, frustrated with his slow movements.

Pulling your panties to the side with his thumb, he blows cool air onto your heated core and you twitch.

“What did I say about my name?” he questions cockily.

“Fuck, daddy, please eat me out, finger me, anything! I’m begging,” you squeal.

He doesn’t take another second to lick a broad stripe up your folds, properly tasting your juices and humming in approval.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” he says, licking a few more times before wrapping his arms around your thighs so they lay on his shoulders, “get ready.”

You moan shamelessly as he sucks with brutal force, wet slurping sounds flooding the room. The man eats you out like you’re the first thing he’s tasted in weeks, rolling your clit behind his teeth with his tongue then soothing the pain by licking it tenderly. By instinct, your grab his hair for leverage but he doesn’t care.

It doesn’t take long for your stomach to pool with nerves, but as Jungkook feels you twitching in pleasure, he pulls away.

“I didn’t wait two years for you to cum in two minutes, baby. Hold it off,” he threatens, leaving you wriggling in disappointment.

After what he deems to be long enough, he presses his tongue flat against your nub once more, slowly moving in circles as he introduces his middle finger into your slit. You mewl as he hooks it upward, searching for the perfect spot. Once he finds it, you arch your back off the bed and groan.

“Fuck, how are you this tight? I only have one finger in and I can barely move around in here, princess,” he says, resuming his attack on your g-spot and watching you squirm in awe.

Watching him with his eyes sealed shut and jaw clenching as he focuses on your pleasure was a scene you wanted to burn into your memory. Distracted from the visual unfolding before you, he opens his eyes slightly and catches you staring, biting your clit as punishment.

“Ah, fuck! I-I’m too sensitive,” you complain, but ruthless as he was, he counters by adding his ring finger into your folds. You cry at the burn and stimulation.

Removing his mouth from your swollen clit, he slides up so his face is level with yours. He kisses you roughly, forcing you to taste the bittersweet juices he had accumulated by colliding your tongues together. He speeds his hand up, his palm repetitively hitting your sweet spot and fingers curling in.

He drinks up your moans, refusing to take his mouth off yours as he slams a third finger into you, causing you to grunt in discomfort. You grab his wrist, pleading for him to stop, but his strength overwhelms yours by a longshot.

“Kookie, please, it hurts,” you whimper but he only clicks his tongue.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but daddy has to do this. I won’t fit otherwise,” he sympathizes. You look at him, puzzled.

After scissoring his fingers in you enough so you’re properly stretched, he responds to your curiosity by removing his towel and you’re honestly afraid.

“Oh, Jungkook. That’s not going to fit in me,” you exclaim. He uses the juices on his fingers to pump his impressive length a few times, his hands barely able to encompass his whole girth. The tip curved slightly to your satisfaction, head a pretty pink and leaking precum.

“Yes it will, sweetheart. I know you can take it,” he coos, “can you do a favor for me now? Will you turn around?” he questions, helping you shift so your head was towards the edge this time, your view now consisting of a close-up on his cock. Once settled, you realized what he wanted and started to voice your denial.

“Shh, baby, you’ll be fine. Just a little, okay? Keep fingering yourself for me,” he commands, using his hand to position his dick at your mouth, “open up.”

Reluctant for a second, you obey by opening your mouth enough for him to place his tip between your lips. His head was velvety, closing your eyes as you maneuver your lips around him to suckle on it. He hisses at the feeling but keeps himself from moving while you lick and taunt his slit, eventually enveloping more of his shaft into your mouth.

With this, he slowly begins to move in and out of you, letting you adjust to his size as he gets deeper and deeper into your throat. Once he builds speed, you rest your hands on his thick thighs, warning him; as if the action sets him off, he grips both of your wrists with his hand firmly and starts to fuck your throat harshly.

You gag at the sudden change of pace and his hips stutter but you regain your composure and allow him to snap his hips faster and faster. You occasionally swallow and hum and he groans loudly, his noises of ecstasy setting your loins ablaze.

Your eyes prickle with tears, falling down your soft face and Jungkook thinks you’re the prettiest thing ever. You feel his cock harden in your mouth and you use your tongue to lick his underside, welcoming his climax.

He stops right before he cums, pulling out quickly and twitching as you gasp for air. In the midst of him slamming into your mouth, he managed to split your bottom lip, blood and saliva smeared across your mouth; mixed in with your tears from earlier, you looked like the epitome of sex. He moans at the sight and grabs his phone from his computer desk.

“God, you look so pretty when you’re wrecked,” you hear the shutter of his camera and your eyes snap open, “I really should show my friends this, you know. They all think you’re so erotic and sexy. They’d be stoked to know they let me fuck your throat as hard as I did.”

You glare at him, “P-Piss off.”

Stroking himself, he nods his head, “Move.”

You sit up and adjust yourself so your head is laying on his pillows, Kook following closely as his presses kisses to your breasts and hovers above. His body heat radiates onto you while water drips from his hair and the mix of hot-and-cold with your heady lust is making everything feel like cloud nine and you just wish Jungkook would have told you he liked you earlier because you were missing out on so much.

Jungkook, totally infatuated with leaving every inch of your ribcage covered in wet kisses, eventually comes to his senses and sits up. He grabs both of your ankles and hoists them in the air, transferring them to one hand and using the other to hook onto your panties and slides them off in one swift action. He stares for a second, admiring the way your ass looks with extended, thin legs displayed only for him, and it takes every ounce of restraint to keep from eating you out again.

Using your semi-wet panties, you briefly see the cogs in his mind spin before he leans over you again, “Once I start, I promise you I won’t stop, but this is to keep your pretty little hands from interfering” he says, using your thongs to tie your wrists together and the burn of the fabric makes you wince.

“Keep your hands above your head, got it?” he says intimidatingly, and you nod in agreement. With this, he places your legs above his shoulder and makes eye contact.

“Hold on to that headboard for me, yeah baby?” he says with a pant, aligning his dick with your entrance. You don’t quite understand but you do so, struggling slightly with the bondage.

He doesn’t take any interest in “going slow”, and immediately shoves half of his length in and starts at a fast pace, causing you to mewl on impact and grip the wood of his bedframe firmly.

“O-Oh my god! Jungkook, d-daddy, holy shit,” you pant, feeling Kook’s thick cock fight its way through your tight walls, pulsating as he pumps within you.

He growls with each thrust, proud of the moans that spill out of your mouth because of what he’s doing to your body.

“How is it, Y/N? Tell me what it feels like,” he ponders, varying between quick, sharp thrusts and skilled grinding.

“It feels so, so good. Ah—you fuck me so well, I already wanna cum,” you admit, your pussy leaking profusely as evidence. You throw your arms around his neck, raking your nails across his back and he hisses in sweet pain.

When he finally starts to speed back up, you hear a continuous chime in the distance. Focusing on it a little more, you notice it’s your phone buzzing right beside your head and your stomach coils.

“It’s Taehyung,” Jungkook growls, slowing his movements to a dangerously slow rate, “go ahead and answer it for me, baby.”

There was a change of tone in the air; a sudden animalistic spike of arousal that seemed to stem from Kook, and his cocky grin didn’t ease you at all.

“W-What?” you stutter, horrified at his question.

In an instant, his hand is around your throat and he squeezes just enough to make it hard for you to catch your breath. Meanwhile, he slid his dick completely out of you, leaving you clenching around air.

“I fucking said to answer it, bitch. Or I’ll cum right here on your stomach,” he growls, and you cry in frustration at the sudden loss of contact. When he raises an eyebrow to question if you’ll listen, you bob your head to show your subservience and struggle to grab your phone with hands tied together.

Unfortunately, you manage to answer it in time and hold it up to your ear, “H-Hello?”

Smug with your obedience, Jungkook eases into you once more, this time, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt and you have to bite your lip to the point of reopening your wound to keep your cries in.

“Y/N? Where are you? I thought you were coming over, kitten,” Tae drawls. Jungkook makes a face of disgust at his pet name for you and snaps his hips viciously, making you squirm at the action.

“Oh! Uh, about that… I can’t anymore,” Kook releases his hold on your neck and instead kneads a breast, giving you a wink, “I forgot… I had to do some work stuff.”

“Aw, you should’ve told me, I would’ve come over instead,” he pouts. Jungkook suddenly dips down to take a nipple in his teeth, suckling and biting it to hardness while gliding smoothly into your g-spot.

“It’s okay! Um, I’ll just text you later, okay?” you attempt to close the conversation. Jungkook, however, doesn’t like how rude you’re being to Taehyung and slams so hard into your core that you drop your phone, letting out a loud whine of ecstasy.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” you faintly hear Tae’s voice through the phone. Trying to end the call, Jungkook beats you to it and snatches it from the bed, holding to your ear and mouthing a “don’t touch”.

“Ha! Yeah, sorry, I dropped my phone.”

“Okay… Are you sure? You sound really out of breath,” he voices with concern.

You don’t pay too much attention to the question as Jungkook readjusts so your knees are up to your head and his face is right next to your ear, using this position to slide deeper into you, kissing the end of your walls. Sliding all the way out until just the tip remains, he rockets his hips forward and repeats the cycle with diligent speed.

You moan flagrantly, hiccupping with every snap of his hips and burying your nails into the wood of his bed once more.

“What the—What the fuck is going on, Y/N?” you hear Tae seethe through the phone.

Kook bites your lobe once before grunting quietly in your ear, “Tell him whose slut you are now, yeah? Tell him how much better I fuck you than he does,” he dares.

You whip your head towards him, looking for any hint of sarcasm and flush when you realize that he’s serious.

“What? No!” you hiss.

Jaw clenching and seething at your insubordination, he yanks himself out of you and manhandles you onto your stomach, lifting your ass up and you have no room to protest when your fucking hands are tied.

As if you weren’t humiliated enough, you unexpectedly feel a slap on your bare ass, causing you to cry in discomfort. Jungkook spanks you again, not even stopping to soothe the pain before whispering a, “Fucking say it.”

Simultaneously, he buries his cock deep inside of you, forcing all of his length into your tight hole and making you shriek into the sheets. Squelching noises echo throughout the room and your mewls are filled with pure bliss as Jungkook fills you to the brim.

As he holds the phone to your ear once more, you’re too fucked-out to care anymore, whining a, “Taehyungie… I’m sorry, but Jungkook is fucking me so well right now,” another snap makes you whimper euphorically, “it feels too good, ah! So much better than anyone has ever filled me…” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles darkly and kisses your spine, licking stripes up your shoulders. You can hear Taehyung startle for a second, genuinely confused and angry before you hear the tone indicating that he hung up. Kook, joyed to know the distraction was gone, chucks your phone across the room and replaces his hands to grip your hips.

His fingers are digging so hard into your skin that you’re sure bruises will appear the next morning, but you welcome every mark he’ll give you. You want the pain, the pleasure, everything Jungkook gifts. You want Jungkook.

Solely focused on your pleasure now, Kook pounded into you with so much force that his bed croaked with every piercing punch to your sweet spot. You whimpered and whined and howled and cussed profanities, all sweet music to his ears.

Even though your hands were bound, you attempted to touch your clit, wanting to send yourself over the edge as soon as possible. You didn’t know how much longer you would last.

Before reaching your pelvis, Jungkook slaps your ass hard and you scream, his hand now pushing your back down even further.

“I know you can cum untouched, baby. Let daddy finish you,” he snarls, so you let your hands fall limp under you.

Jungkook watched as his length disappeared into you, your arousal dripping between your thighs and all over his lower stomach. He has a desire to watch you unfold in front of him, and repeatedly fucks against your cervix until he feels you tighten around his cock. He groans at the feeling and speeds up as you start to wail.

Your orgasm comes, all strings snapping and electricity shooting throughout your body as Jungkook strains to keep your limbs still. You’re seeing stars and feel incredibly light; you don’t think you’ve ever came this hard.

Jungkook feels it too, sadistically pumping into you and making you sob in overstimulation. When you attempt to pull away from him, his grip forces you back.

“You’re going to take all of my cock, so stop fucking whining,” he barks, and you shake your head.

He ignores you, pistoling into your core anyway. The liquid you excreted from your previous climax made it easier for Jungkook to fuck you faster than before, and it doesn’t take long before he’s spilling into you.

He whines into your back, squirting his last spurts of semen before softening and taking himself out. Without his support, your legs fall and he topples over beside you, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead.

Your body writhed in its high, taking a few minutes to slow your breathing and roll over to face Jungkook.

“You okay?” he asks, scooting closer to your worn-out body and removing your hair from your face.

Your eyes were heavy and it was hard to stay awake but you endured a single nod.

“No no, baby. Stay awake. C’mon, get up,” he starts, but you groaned in exhaustion. You didn’t think you could move for the rest of your life.

Jungkook sighed, heaving himself out of bed and leaving the room. Although drifting in and out of consciousness, you’re aware that he left and you can’t help but feel used. Was this all just some sort of gimmick to get you to sleep with him? You knew better than to think this way, but you had lingering anxiety anyway.

Kook comes back a few minutes later; seeing you in your sleepy state, he rolls and scoops you up into his arms bridal-style, escorting you out of his room. You wake up enough to realize he’s holding you and you figure he’s taking you to your own bed.

You pout, “Why didn’t you let me sleep in your bed, you little shit?”

“Because we’re not sleeping right now. You smell like sweat and cum and—gross, you’re leaking cum everywhere and—we’re going to take a bath. Is that okay with you, princess?” he drawls with sarcasm.

“What? We are?” you say, utterly stunned.

He doesn’t answer as he slips you into the tub, the water on the verge of being too hot, but still bearable. He slips in behind you, placing his legs on either side of your body and easing in with a satisfied moan. You feel… awkward.

“You look uncomfortable,” he says blatantly, “is everything hitting you now?”

Jungkook was worried that you would change your mind after fucking, that you wouldn’t have any lingering feelings besides lust but he acted nonchalantly, preparing to take the worst.

“No! Well, yes. I don’t know,” you admit.

You can feel his stature sulk a little, disappointed that he was probably right.

“I just don’t think I’ve ever had post-sex care,” you say, “Taehyung normally just falls asleep or leaves.”

Jungkook seethes at this, already imaging thousands of different ways he could murder the bastard with his bare hands.

“Do you normally take care of all the girls you fuck?” you question out of pure curiosity.

“Sometimes? I don’t know. I haven’t been with a girl in a really long time. Not since we’ve lived together, I guess,” he responds without hesitation. You perk at this, searching your brain for any time you’ve caught Jungkook with a girl at home. You’ve never actually seen any, but you figured he would have when you weren’t here, at least.

Jungkook can probably sense your confusion because he laughs.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your pants for years,” he teases, planting kisses on your shoulders, “it was so fucking worth it.”

You flick his forehead, making him glare at you.

You rest your head on his chest, the water finally cooling to a comfortable temperature. You can hear Jungkook’s heart thumping in his ribcage.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Kookie.”

“It’s whatever.”

“I hate you for making me answer that call though.”

A/N: After they showered they probably went at it again and went out on dates and saw taehyung at least ONCE so (-: happily ever after

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