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yuyusuyu · 4 months

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the return of the princess treatment chronicles ?!

synopsis. mingi loves that you treat him like a princess, really, he does! hey, he means it! he really likes it! however... he's a tad bit sad that he's the only one getting flustered by such actions while you're basking in pride of your affect on him. which is why he must show you the power of the princess treatment himself! little does he know that you, his sweets, also have a very special list...

pairing. bf! song mingi x fem! reader

genres/au. fluff, romance, comedy, established relationship, non idol au, (implied) college au

warnings. couple stuff (kissing, hugging, etc.), cursing, teasing, mentions of alcohol (and alcohol consumption), a guy being weird 💀, yunho has. a weird goofy and all knowing moment (i will not elaborate on this).

rating. mature (alcohol consumption)

wc. 3.4k

part 1 here !

a/n. my last work of the year ! how exciting~~ i hope you all like the long awaited part two of the princess treatment chronicles !! not proofread... again... lol...

reblogs and comments are appreciated as it helps with not getting shadowbanned !

MINGI looks down at you, eyes narrowed as he tries to gauge your expression, while you happily hum. he wants to ask you if you feel uncomfortable, holding his hand while he has his arm thrown over your shoulder, instead he asks the opposite.

"be honest," he says, his tongue darting out to lick his lips while your gaze flickers up to him, trying to see him through the worn edges of mingi’s hoodie, before going back to what's in front of you. "do you know about the list?"

"what list?" you ask, a brow raised at him. you push the door open to the bar and walk in after he does. "oh!" gasping, you grin at him, entwining your hands. "are you talking about the poems you have in your notes app?"

mingi gapes at you, ears turning bright red and his cheeks matching the color. "what? no!"

"oh," you blink at him. "well, that's the only thing i've read on your phone. which reminds me…" stopping before you reach your usual table, you wiggle your eyebrows at him, lips tugged to form a lopsided smile. "who are you writing those love poems about, hm? are they about me, loverboy?"

scrunching his nose, mingi leans down and bumps his forehead with your own, eyes darting over every feature on your face. you quiet down, the words you wanted to say getting caught in the back of your throat at the intensity of your boyfriend's gaze. with a low hum, a small smile breaks out on his lips. “and what if they are about you, hm?”

your eyes widen in a comedic manner, face feeling unbearably hot as you gently push him away. mingi laughs wholeheartedly at your flustered reaction, following after you as you hurriedly slide into the same booth as yunho's, who stares between you and mingi with an eyebrow cocked. mingi shrugs, taking a seat next to you and effectively sandwiching you between him and the other giant in your trio.

“what's got you looking like that?” yunho asks, blinking as his hand reaches out to grab a fry from the tray he ordered not too long ago.

“mingi,” you mumble, reaching out and grabbing a handful of fries, popping one into your mouth and chewing slowly. “by the way, he’s acting weird.”

“he’s always weird,” yunho replies, deadpanning. mingi leans over to whack the back of the blond’s head, emitting a whine from him.

“am not,” mingi huffs, eyes narrowed down at yunho. naturally, he throws his arm around you, his hand playing with material covering your shoulder. “by the way, did you tell her about the list?”

completely ignoring his question, yunho turns his attention towards you. “you know about the list?”

“what list?” you ask, exasperation laced in your voice. “the only list i know about is the one filled with love poems he dedicates to me.”

“you know about that, too?” yunho looks over at mingi. “dude, you are so bad at hiding stuff from yn.”

“what list are you guys talking about?” you look between both of your best friends, pouting.

“nothing!” mingi says, attempting to distract you from the conversation at hand by peppering your face with kisses.

it works.

when mingi pulls away and you stop giggling, you feel heart pick up its pace with the pretty smile mingi wears, eyes forming crescents as he looks at you. he presses one last kiss on your nose, nuzzling his head into your cheek before standing up, whispering about how he’ll go get you something to drink.

once mingi is gone, you abruptly twist around and pinch yunho’s arm, holding the skin in between your fingers while he whines. in the midst of yunho trying to swat your hand away, you lower your voice, “did you tell him about the list?”

with a successful smack to your hand, your best friend huffs and raises a brow, lips slightly pursed. “and why would i tell him about that?”

“it’s just,” your gaze flickers over to your boyfriend, watching him talk with the bartender, “i… you know…”

yunho hums, “it’s important. i know… i wouldn’t tell him about it, you know that.”

“yeah… yeah,” you nod, “you’re right.”

“what’s he right about this time, sweets?” mingi slides in next to you, handing you a beer bottle. his arm goes to rest around you again, his fingers mindlessly playing with your hair.

with a scoff, you reply. “that he’s weird.”

“i am not weird,” yunho throws you a dirty glare, emitting a shout of protest as he steals your beer. “and you can’t drink.”

while yunho sticks his tongue out at you, momentarily distracted, mingi reaches out and grabs the beer from him. “i’ll drink my girlfriend’s beer, thank you very much.”

you take the bottle from mingi and take a swig from it, mumbling how you’ll drink it yourself. yunho bites back the grin that wants to appear on his lips, noticing the flustered expression on your face while mingi simply laughs and tells you to give it to him if you don’t want to finish it.

oh, you are so smitten and mingi is so going to complete that list of yours.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE HONEST (BECAUSE I HATE LYING PEOPLE! YOU CAN THANK MY EX BOYFRIEND FOR THIS! AND ME FOR ADVISING HER TO ADD THIS —JEONG YUNHO, HER BEST FRIEND)

yunho’s note at the end of your writing makes your lips curl upwards, a soft chuckle leaving them. with a finger running down the expanse of the worn out page of your old physics notebook, you close it and push it back into your bookshelf just as the door swings open. mingi walks into your room, shoulders sagging as his feet drag against the wooden floor. you huff through your nose, turning around and opening your arms to which he falls into them, groaning in relief as his form hunches over you to dig his nose into the crook of your neck.

“rough day?” you ask, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck before you flatten your palm and thread your fingers through his hair, surprised that his hair is damp. he probably came over as soon as he finished taking a shower and changed into his pjs. “don’t you feel uncomfortable?”

“yes and no,” he mumbles. “yes: rough day at work today. too busy. no: i don’t feel uncomfortable. you’re like, the most comfortable person ever. i like hugging you, you know? oh, and you’re also—”

“baby,” pushing him back by the shoulders, mingi pouts at you, making you giggle. “you’re rambling.”

“i like rambling,” he blurts out, “just with you, though. i don’t like doing that with others.” his fingers absentmindedly rub figures into your hip.

snorting in amusement, you bring him into a hug and feel him let out a content sigh. “you’re awfully honest today, mings. it’s a,” trailing off, you grin, eyes twinkling in mischief, “...stark contrast to your usual boy cries wolf self.”

mingi clicks his tongue tiredly, “yeah, well, i don’t have to be like that with you. i’m just plain ol’ song mingi with you. hey, can i stay the night? i like sleeping with you.”

you hum, rolling your eyes in a playful manner, trying to ignore the fuzziness of your mind. the male grumbles something incoherent, and he grabs your hand afterwards to pull you towards your bed, basically tugging you to fall into it with him. mingi lifts himself up slightly to pull down the duvet, making you do the same before he’s already pushing it back up, snaking his arms around you and pulling you closer to him with a grunt. “you need a new bed.”

“no i don’t,” you laugh.

“yes, you do. it’s too tiny for the both of us.”

he’s right—his feet always peek out from the end of the bed.

“you’re awfully honest today.”

“just because i can be myself with you,” he mumbles into your hair, his grip around your waist tightening. “it’s not tiring to talk with you. i don’t have to pretend to be someone else. like with my coworkers! so tiring...”

“is that so…”

you’re met with soft snores coming from your boyfriend and the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE YOURSELF! (DON’T PRETEND TO BE SOMEONE YOU’RE NOT! THANK MY EX BOYFRIEND FOR THIS AND ME FOR TELLING HER TO ADD THIS —YUNHO)

mingi grabs your hand and brings them up to his lips, brushing them against the skin of the back and letting your entwined fingers fall back between the two of you, swinging it idly. “why are you nervous, sweets?”

“why wouldn’t i be nervous is the real question here,” you say, glancing up at mingi. with a small sigh, you continue, “i just want your family to like me, mingi.”

he grabs you by the shoulders, twisting you so that you stand in front of him and tugging you into a hug. as he rocks both of you from side-to-side, he laughs quietly, “don’t worry, yn. they’ll like you just as much as i do. my mom is going to love you right off the bat.”

“and how do you know that?” you question, tilting your head up.

mingi scratches his cheek in a sheepish manner, “i, um, talk about you to her a lot.”

the front door of his mom’s place opens, his mom smiling widely at the sight of you and her son staring at her with wide eyes. you can tell she wants to tease the both of you but resists the urge to do so, instead ushering you two inside, apologizing for having you guys stand outside in the cold for so long. and just like that, as soon as you take off your shoes and hand your coat over to mingi, you’re whisked away by his mom and sat next to his aunt where you end up laughing to the point of tears at the stories they tell you of mingi’s childhood.

“one time, i was sick and i don’t really like chicken soup, so mingi tried making me a vegetable soup and even made a dance called ‘the veggie get better soon’ dance.”

you laugh in disbelief, “auntie, you're joking right?”

mingi’s mom shakes her head, laughing along with you. “now why would i lie about that? oh, does he still have that habit of needing to sleep with something?”

“yes. i’m his victim.”

“oh sweetie… good luck.”

his mom and aunt start talking about something else that you should, in theory, pay attention to. however, your favorite person's laugh fills the air and effectively grabs your attention. mingi sits on the couch by the door, playing with his baby cousins while the older one tells him something you can’t quite hear. but you watch as mingi throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut and his smile trembling from how hard he’s laughing, his body shaking.

“oh,” his mom lets out a content sigh, smiling fondly.

you peer over at her. “he hasn’t changed one bit, i see.”

and you think you can agree with her—that mingi hasn't changed one bit since you met him. your heart aches and silently hopes that he never does change.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: TREAT HER RIGHT! (I SWEAR IF I END UP DATING ANOTHER DICKWAD I WILL CRY! AND I WILL PERSONALLY CRY WITH HER! —YUNHO)

yunho talks about something that just happened to him, taking a sip from his red party cup and wincing at the pungent taste of horribly mixed alcohol. he mumbles something to his best pal, but it doesn't quite meet mingi’s ears. you see, he is a little occupied with keeping an eye an you, who had left his side earlier to greet some of your friends at the small party being held by one of his friends. when you were ready to go back to his side, some stinky guy decided to keep you from doing just that. he watches with a stoic expression as the guy continuously shimmies closer to you, a frown soon etched onto his lips when he notices the way your polite smile wavers and your eye twitches just the tiniest bit.

you’re annoyed. and rightfully so! he would be annoyed too if some person were to keep him from going back to you!

so he walks over, jaw tensing when he hears something he should never hear.

“why are you acting like such an ass? i’m just trying to ask you out—”

mingi silently grabs onto the back of the shorter male’s collar, pulling him back just enough for him to glower down at him. “apologize to her.” he’s surprised at how he, oddly, sounds calm when anger is bubbling in his chest right now.

the guy rolls his eyes. “why should i? and who the hell are you?”

“her boyfriend,” he barks out a chuckle, leaning down to be at eye level with him, “and i don’t like the way you just treated her. apologize to her while i’m asking nicely.”

the storm that rages inside him calms down, your touch lulling him back to you. mingi glances back at you, your skin hot against his. he lets go of the guy roughly, barely acknowledging the way he stumbles away as quickly as possible. with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, he tilts your head to the side, eyebrows pinched together in worry. “sweets, are you okay? are you feeling sick? you feel really warm—”

that’s because he’s doing quite the number on your heart right now and you’re not sure what to do with the growing feeling in your chest, the one that you’re so afraid of after the last fiasco that was your previous relationship.

this calls for a guidance meeting with yunho soon!

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: BE THERE FOR HER! (I WILL PROPOSE TO YOU ON THE SPOT! SHE REALLY WILL! —YUNHO)

“you’re in love with him,” yunho shrugs.

you gawk at how easily he said that. “i—well, i’m not sure if he feels the same way!”

your best friend gives you a pointed look. “are you blind or something?”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you scowl, crossing your arms over your chest.

“only a fool wouldn’t be able to see how much mingi loves you… so i guess that makes you a fool, yn!”

your conversation from earlier replays itself in your mind. you can’t believe yunho just… said that to you and left afterwards to deal with your brain melting down all by yourself. now you lay in your bed, curled into yourself while you hear the clock in your living room tick and tick and tick away, the sound making time feel like it’s on a loop.

with a frustrated sigh, you screw your eyes shut and grab a pillow from behind you, moving it to the front so that you can hug it while you contemplate the meaning of your existence and the heavy weight of yunho’s words in your mind. but then you hear your front door open and close, followed by some shuffling.

“dear robber,” you shout, “i’m a poor, poor student that just graduated. i’m literally so broke right now, so i suggest you make yourself a meal in my kitchen before heading out.” the door to your room creaks open; you squint an eye open, seeing mingi lean against the doorframe. “aren’t you supposed to be on your way to work?”

“yunho told me you were feeling down, so i got someone to cover my shift under the excuse that i have a stupid fever.” he hums, pushing himself towards you. kneeling down in front of you, mingi brushes some of your hair away from your face.

curse yunho for opening his big mouth.

you make a mental note to yourself that you will be having a talk with that man before shaking your head, merely stretching your arms out and making grabby hands at your boyfriend. he chuckles, shedding his glasses off and putting them on your nightstand, sliding in beside you as you scoot over to make more space for him. you let out a content sigh, resting your head on his chest where you can easily hear the steady beating of his heart. you melt in his arms, your worries washed away as soon as he wraps an arm around your waist.

it’s silent for a minute.

or maybe less than that.

“you need a bigger bed. it’s too small for the two of us.”

snorting, you hit his back softly. “no i don’t.”

“...but you do.”

you laugh this time, and mingi triumphantly smiles because he knows that whatever had you down in the dumps is now gone from your mind, the sign of your shoulders relaxed is a tell tale sign that he’s doing a pretty good job at making you feel at ease right now.

HOW TO MAKE Y/N FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: SAY THE L WORD TO HER FIRST (BECAUSE I WILL NEVER AGAIN SAY IT FIRST! YOU CAN THANK MY EX FOR THAT! FUCK THAT GUY, NO ONE LIKES HIM! —YUNHO)

celebrating the day that is gift giving, christmas, on the twentieth with yunho and mingi became a tradition as soon as you three started college. it is a tradition that, a year after graduation, won’t ever change. so you’re sitting on the ground in front of the small tree in yunho’s apartment, a couple of presents littering the ground around it which makes for a pretty funny sight, if you do say so yourself. mingi sits to your left, giggling as he tries grabbing the presents that are tagged as his while yunho gets up with the goal of making hot chocolate for you guys to drink before the clock strikes twelve.

only because his goal is to get you two alone in hopes that mingi says he loves you first… but you don’t have to know that and neither does mingi!

you slap mingi’s hands away as he tries tearing the wrapping paper from one of the smaller gifts in his pile. he whines and pouts, rubbing his hand. “i can’t believe you just hurt me.”

“that’s on you,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.

it happens out of the blue: mingi leans over and shoves the hood of one of his stolen hoodies over your head. you yelp in surprise and try swatting his hand away while he laughs, only for him to let out a noise, something between a yelp and a high pitched squeal, as he somehow ends up toppling over you. groaning, you manage to remove his hand from the hoodie and pull it back, narrowing your eyes up at mingi. he ignores the look on your face, his hand slowly finding itself touching your nose, your cheek and then your mouth, his thumb running over the expanse of your bottom lip softly. you watch him intently, your chest rising and falling quickly.

“you’re really pretty,” he mumbles, replacing his thumb in favor of brushing his lips against yours in a brief kiss. instead of pulling away, he says something else—something that has you tearing up. “you’re pretty inside, too. you have the most beautiful soul ever… one of the reasons why i love you so much. more than you’ll ever know, i think.”

the corners of his lips tug upwards to a form a pretty grin while he wipes the tears that fall from your eyes. “why are you crying, yn?”

“because i love you and i thought…” you clear your throat, “i thought that you didn’t feel the same way…”

“and i told her that she was a fool,” yunho pipes up, placing the two cups of hot chocolate on the table. “but i told you that mingi loves you and you didn’t want to listen to me.”

scoffing, you take off the antler headband from mingi’s head and throw at it yunho. he raises an unamused brow as it flies past his head and hits the wall. “...really?” he looks into the distance. “hey, author! i think it’s my turn to have—”

“what the hell is he going on about?” mingi whispers to you. you both sit up and watch your crazy best friend talk to the air in front of him, waving his arms every once in a while like a madman.

with a grimace, you reply. “i don’t know… do you want to knock him out and see if that does anything to him?”

“...yeah, i think i’ll do that.”

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en-eunhee · 5 months

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EUNKI BEING AN ICONIC DUO NOTE: enmi-land for inspo!!!! the thumbnail is made by me!!! i hope u enjoy this!! happy bday to nishimura riki <3

— EN O CLOCK EP 73 — Niki Hmmm... I choose *no hesitation* Eunhee-noona!

Eunhee: Me? But I don't want to be in your team *in a teasing tone*

Niki: *pouts*

Members: *laugh*

Eunhee: since you're so cute I'll join!! *smiles*

Niki: *blushing* *insert that one screaming meme*

OMG THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS MAKING ME WANT TO CRY..

— NIKI + EUNHEE LIVE —

Comment: Do you guys have any matching stuff?

Eunhee: Oh! We do! I actually have a lot of matching stuff with him. Like I think I match like clothes with him the most out of all the members.

Niki: *smiling and makes eye contact* Yeah we have really similar style so she borrows my clothes often.

HE'S SO JFKSDJFK:LDSJFL TO HER

Eunhee: Yeah

Niki: *pauses* wait do you owe me my black jacket that you borrowed for music bank like a week ago?

Eunhee: *eyes widen* Oh! Uhm about that jacket, I uhm-

Niki: EUNHEE....

beep transition!!

— ENHYPEN GROUP LIVE —

Jake: *reading comment* Please read this Eunhee, Niki or Rena?

Eunhee: Niki or Rena-unnie? Hmmm...I'll choose Niki...ONLY if he does aegyo *giggles*

Niki: WHAT?! *sighs*

Sunghoon: *laughing* I want to see niki do aegyo

HELP THEYRE TORTURING NIKI

Niki: *groans* *looks at camera* *does bunny ears* *does a pouting lip* *quickly hides his face with his hands after cause of embarrassment*

Eunhee: *laughing so hard* Niki it is then!

no but the way niki hates aegyo and he was doing it for eunhee is just jfkaljfalk;sdfj

— IDOL HUMAN THEATER —

Eunhee: *dancing to random kpop songs* *in her own world*

Niki: *suddenly joining*

*interview*

MC: So it looked like Eunhee-ssi was in her own world, are you always like that? And we saw Niki-ssi joining as well.

Rena: *in the back* NIKI?

Sunoo: *laughing* (that music in the background in idol human theater)

Eunhee: I'm always like in my kpop mode so it's just a habit.

MC: And Niki-ssi why did you randomly just join?

Niki: I just join randomly sometimes

Eunhee: No you don't *starts bickering*

beep transition!!

— AWARD SHOW —

ENHYPEN: *walking to sit down and watch the other idol's performances*

Eunhee: *sitting down next to Sunoo*

Niki: *gonna sit next to Eunhee but Jake took his spot* *gives a small pouty look*

Eunhee: *notices* *whispers to Jake's ear*

Jake: *makes a 'O' with his mouth* *stands up and sits next to another member*

Niki: *suddenly starts smiling a little* *whispers thank you to jake* *gets next to Eunhee*

KFLJDLSKFJLK:SDFJSDFKFK...

— IDOL1N2D EP 23-1 —

*SCREAMING IN SILENCE GAME*

WORD: BOYFRIEND

Niki: *tapping on shoulder*

Eunhee: *turning around*

Niki: B-OY-FRI-END *speaking loudly*

Eunhee: HUH?

Niki: BOYFRIEND *louder*

Eunhee: FRY CHICKEN?

Jake: *who is done* *laughing so hard*

Niki: *points at himself* ME

Eunhee: YOU? OH BOYFRIEND?

Niki: *nods*

Eunhee: *does okay sign* wait why is the word boyfriend.... *turns around to send message to next member*

wait y'all why she know when he points at himself... *side eye meme*

— GROUP LIVE —

Comment: What is Eunhee's MBTI?

Eunhee: Oh I'm an ESFP!

(while the members are busy)

Niki: *opens phone* *searches up: Is ENFJ and ESFP compatible* *sees they're not really compatible* *turns off phone* *has a small pout on his lip but pretends hes okay*

niki rn: crying meme

— SILENCE OF IDOLS —

Eunhee: woahh *almost slipping* why is the floor so slippery, I can ice skate on this *pretends to ice skate*

Jake: *laughing at Eunhee*

*during the dance*

*instructor coming in*

Niki: *grabbing onto Eunhee's hand to make sure she doesn't fall and lands on the bed together*

*instructor leaves*

*insert that one screaming meme*

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bbsmuts · 9 months

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Promiscuous ft. EVERGLOW Aisha

A/N: Thanks for 1k followers! I wrote this for an ask I got a good while ago, but decided to release it when I hit 1k. I’m doing it as a collab with a friend who prefers to stay anonymous. It’s amazing the results your mind will show when challenged by a pitch about a hot idol. Obviously, since I don’t write guy on guy stuff, Hongjoong and I aren’t going to be doing anything. This was suggested by someone through a private chat. Enjoy! Warnings: This smut contains BDSM, sexual violence, and an extended humiliation scene.

-상훈

Length: 3.3k

It was fairly late when I gave Yurim the call, but not late enough for it not to be immediately answered. “Sung-min?” “That’s me. You got plans for later?” Her voice became suddenly mischievous. “Yes, I have plans. Would you like to participate?”

“Hell yeah I do. What time?” “7:00. Feed yourself before you come, I haven’t got much here.” “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find tasty enough sustenance while I’m there.” I could hear the smirk in her voice as she said, “Whatever. Be there at seven.” I still had two hours to wait, so I decided to kill some time at a bar with my friend Hongjoong. He was already waiting with a shot of soju in hand when I arrived there. “Hey, Sung-min, my man.” I sat down at the bar with a “Hey, Hongjoong” and ordered a takju. “Something wrong?” He asked nonchalantly, taking a small sip of his soju. “No.” I said, accepting my takju and pushing a small wad of bills at the bartender. “I’m going to meet Yurim later.” “Ohhhh. That makes more sense. You mean you’re going to fuck her later?” “Pretty much.” I took a sip of my takju. “You want to come along?” He thought about it for a moment. “What time? I can be there, but not before eight. I have some other plans.” “Yeah, that’ll work.” We continued drinking and talking for about an hour until I went back to my house to get a bite to eat. After whipping up some stir fry with beef chunks and wolfing it down, I got ready to go. Her house was about twenty minutes away, a mere blink of the eye when I was savoring fantasies about eating her out, having my cock deep down her throat, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy- I arrived at her house shortly after, and I had barely touched the doorbell when the door was flung wide open. Yurim was wearing nothing but a black lace bra and a matching pair of panties, nicely showing off her curves, hips, and thighs. “Hey.” She said, ushering me in the door with a small beckon. “Hi.” I said. “You look nice.” All niceties forgotten, she needily mashed her lips against mine, and I grabbed her thighs and I lifted her onto me, still kissing her intensely. I carried her along a narrow hallway to a door with a fancy brass handle, which I knew to be a room specifically dedicated to sex. Once inside, I realized that she had dressed the place up during my short absence of three days. It was more than the usual day or two, but still. She also probably put all this up since me saying I’d come. Racks along the wall displayed a number of riding crops, floggers, whips, paddles, and other such instruments; one rack displayed handcuffs, rope, zip ties, cord, and other restraints; another showed off a nice collection of sex toys: fleshlights, dildos, vibrators, and others; a small bedside table held a few types of gags. “Damn,” I said, looking around, “this place looks like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.” “Do you like it?” She asked, sidling up to me and sliding one coy hand along my chest. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, oh fuck, oh god yes, eat me!” Yurim’s screams of pleasure filled the room as I pushed her thighs apart for maximum penetration while I ate her out. I had her flat on her back, hands tied high above her head to the bedpost, blindfolded, and legs spread as far as they would go. She was so wet it was like plunging my face into a hot bath. I could tell she was nearing her peak by sound, as she always had specific noises she made when getting close to climax. Her string of words turned into a mindless stream of moans and yelps of pleasure, slowly but surely getting louder until I finally pushed her over the edge. Her groans turned to shrieks and yells as she orgasmed, straining against her restraints and arching her back as her juices sprayed all over my face and shoulders. She fell back to a laying position limply, basking in the post-orgasm pleasure, She made no movement as I uncuffed her hands and took off her blindfold. I hoisted her off the bed and to a support beam near the center of the room, recuffing her hands around it above her head. Her knees came to settle on either side of the beam, providing an erotic view of the glistening pink slit that showed briefly between her spread thighs. Without much further ado, I removed the remainder of my own clothing. She, having reconnected with reality, looked up and saw me before her, then looked up and peered at her cuffed hands. She looked back down slowly and then straight at me, then opened her mouth with lust dancing in her eyes. I rather roughly inserted my cock into her willingly opened mouth, letting her suck her cheeks in and drag her tongue all over my tip, before sheathing to the root in her throat with a single thrust that made her gag. I held there for a moment before partially pulling out, then shoving back in. She opened her jaw to its fullest extent and allowed me through, taking her facefucking with some dignity, and by dignity I mean with saliva running down her chin and a single tear rolling down her cheek. I continued thrusting into her throat, hot sounds of deepthroat resonating loudly around the room. Glancing down for a moment, I saw her thighs very slowly rubbing together, and by the expression in her face (what little I could see of it), I knew she dying to touch herself, but due to the cuffs she couldn’t, something I had done deliberately. I picked up the pace, facefucking her with abandon, completely disregarding her noises getting louder, her random jerks when I went down her throat, and her pleading glances to be released. Without warning, she moaned into it just as I pushed forward and held there. The sudden vibrations around my cock drew a groan from me, and I shoved my hips forward and buried myself in her throat before blowing, shooting cum down her throat. She choked, gagged, and moaned around it, but I didn’t let go. I held myself there, making her kiss the base until she finally tapped out, but I didn’t pull out. I held there and she choked and gagged again with an “ack” as I pushed still further. She squeezed my thigh to let me know she needed air, and I thrusted four more times before pulling out. She fell limp against her cuffs, cum instantly flowing out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts below. Having swallowed the remaining cum, she gasped and gulped in much-needed air. I sat down hard and laid back on the bed, breathing heavily. There came a distant knock at the door, and I picked myself up off the bed to go look. When I reached the door and looked through the peephole, what I saw made me laugh. Hongjoong stood there wearing a low-cut tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. I flung the door open. “Hongjoong,” I said casually. “Sung-min, ma boy?” He said, stepping in the door. “Ma nude boy?” “This way. Yurim has some bokbunja in the kitchen.” “Where is she, speaking of?” Hongjoong said, looking around. “I figured she’d be here.” “She may or may not be cuffed to a post, recovering from an orgasm and a hardcore facefucking,” I said nonchalantly, pouring us both a shot of bokbunja. “Bottoms up.” “Oh, that makes more sense.” He took his shotglass and downed it in one sip. I knocked back my own, savouring the burning and sweet taste before following Hongjoong down the hall to where Yurim was. When we entered the room, Hongjoong took a second to asses the scene before him: walls lined with restraints, whips, paddles, and riding crops, and Yurim’s hands visible at the back of the post, handcuffed. I walked to the post and unlocked the cuffs, allowing her hands to fall. She stood up immediately, turning to face me but then seeing Hongjoong. The thought occurred to me that she had never met Hongjoong and therefore didn’t know who she was looking at. One of her arms crossed over her chest and the other hand shot down over her pussy, which was already glistening with denied arousal, in a vain attempt to protect her modesty. Hongjoong raised his eyebrows and turned to me, clearly questioning this behavior. “You didn’t tell her I was coming?” “Well, I may have forgotten to mention a few key details,” I said. “Yurim, this is Hongjoong, you’ve heard about him. My friend.” Her tension relaxed and her hands dropped to her sides, bringing back the visual of her breasts and pussy in the full. Hongjoong’s eyes traveled slowly down her body. He started at her neck, going down past her collarbone, pausing at her chest for a split second and then moving on. His eyes roved over her toned stomach and abs, his gaze raking over the pink flesh between her thighs and finally ending on her legs. He exhaled slowly. “Wow. Okay.” Yurim’s own glance found his shorts, and I followed her gaze to the quite obvious bulge. I took the first step towards Yurim, pushing her onto the bed while Hongjoong undressed in the corner. I flattened her against it, opening her legs with my own knee. I kissed her deeply, her moans sounding as she allowed me in, enjoying it even before my next move. I gave her thighs one last push apart before acting, sheathing myself to the root in one thrust. My groan sounded with her own “ahh” of pleasure. I started thrusting fast and hard into her, her “ahh” turning into a scream of bliss as I pounded her. Her breasts jiggled deliciously as she bounced with the rhythm of my pounding. Her hands, having been previously gripping the sheets, raised themselves. One hand grabbed my shoulder as her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me closer, and the other found her clit and started rubbing furiously. She was clearly as desperate for release as I was. Within seconds, she arched her back and climaxed with an ear piercing shriek of pleasure. With moans and cries of bliss, she kept humping on me until she had nothing left. I felt myself getting very close to the edge. With an almighty groan, I gave a final thrust and held there, shooting cum into her hole. I rolled over and lay next to her, panting heavily. She gave a soft “ah” as some of my cum came dripping out of her pussy. Hongjoong beckoned me over and I got up, letting Yurim relax in her orgasmic afterglow. -Anonymous Friend-

“What now?” He asked. “Well, what do you have in mind?” “She didn’t papier-mâché her walls with floggers for no reason. I say we use them.” I smiled. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” “Probably. Gutter piping outside?” “Absolutely. Go get her and take her outside. I’ll get the… things.” Hongjoong walked over and hauled Yurim off the bed and towards the bedroom door, grabbing a length of rope as he left.. I walked around, surveying the many whips properly. I selected a black riding crop from one rack and a bullwhip from another. A pink and black tasseled horsewhip from another. A switch from another. And finally a brown oak paddle. I went out to the hall, through the kitchen, through the living room, and opened the front door to fine Yurim naked and tied by her hands to the gutter piping along the house’s front wall. Her feet were tied to concrete bricks which were firmly set into the ground. “Want to do the honors?” I asked Hongjoong, offering the switch to him. “I sure as hell do. Where?” “Ass. She likes the ass.” Hongjoong took a step back, measured the distance, raised the switch, and brought the tip down on her ass cheek with a searing crack that echoed off the surrounding houses, leaving a red streak in its wake. Yurim’s head shot up and she cried out in both pleasure and pain. She liked being spanked and whipped on the ass, but we definitely weren’t going to stop there. This switch gave a very sharp sting when being used on you, as I had found out when I tapped my own arm with it earlier. He raised it and smacked her ass again. And again. And again. He gave ten strokes before handing it to me. “I’ll sit back and watch for now.” I stepped forwards with confidence and cracked it across her ass again. Another cry sounded from her. I gave her fifteen more strokes before setting the switch down, by which time tears were welling in her eyes but she hadn’t asked me to stop. I looked at the other four. Bullwhip, horsewhip, riding crop, paddle. I went with the riding crop. I picked it up and walked toward her, slowly sliding the leather over her ass, which was littered with red streaks and marks from the switch. I gave her raw ass a small smack with the riding crop and she whimpered. I stepped back, raised it high above my head, and whacked her sexy cheeks. The shout that left her lips sounded more pained than pleasured now, though she would still enjoy it. The streaks increased in number the more I spanked her with the riding crop. Her hands twisted above her head in pain and pleasure, straining against their bonds. I paused for a moment and she stuck her ass out, spread her legs, and gave it a shake, drunk on my spanking. On a sudden thought, I lowered the crop to waist level and gave a beautiful underhand swing at her. The tassels on the end and the body smacked per pussy lips full on. Her cry was delayed for a moment as she took a second to realize. But when it came she threw her head back and shouted out, wiggling her hips for more. I gave her pussy another uppercut with the crop and she just moaned. I knew she loved having her pussy spanked, although usually we weren’t out in public in full view of neighbors, passersby and cars passing, and usually I didn’t use a riding crop, rather my hand or a leather strap, so the thrill was skyrocketed. After a few more strokes, during which I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, I stopped and brought her cumming to a screeching halt. She relaxed, gasping and panting and moaning. A pair of men came out of the house across the street, arguing loudly about whether or not wrestling a chimpanzee would be a good idea. Clearly drunk, the weaved their way into the street, and then they spotted us. I picked up the paddle, observed their transfixed gazes, and gave Yurim’s ass a little smack. She remained quiet, defiantly ignoring the men, who had taken a few steps further. I kept spanking her, going progressively harder until she actually did climax, sending a cascade of cum onto the grass and my feet. Her pleasure was expressed in the most luxurious moans ever and her arms fell limp against the rope. Even in the dark, I could see her cheeks start to redden, the men’s gazes having not wavered from her naked body. She didn’t say anything, however. I glanced over at the two guys, and immediately noticed the glint of a blade on the taller one’s hip. Deciding it would be better not to risk anything, I untied her from the pipe. “Hongjoong.” I said, and he followed my gaze to the knife blade. He nodded and led her inside. Yurim getting raped and us getting sliced was not something I was prepared to have going on, so I went back inside and locked the door.

-상훈-

I headed back to the bedroom and took the rope off her wrists. Her ass was thoroughly red, a nice job. But enough messing around. Yurim had gotten up and repositioned herself on her hands and knees. As I looked back, she wiggled her ass at me, wordlessly begging to be fucked. Without any hesitance, I moved forward and bottomed out inside her in one stroke. Her face was buried in the blanket, but a muffled whimper was audible all the same. Hongjoong hung back, looking dubious. “It’s okay, man.” I said, groaning as she squeezed me. “Neither of us mind.” He hesitated a moment more and then crawled across the bed and lifted her face from the blanket. A moment later I heard the unmistakeable sounds of deepthroat from in front of me. Her pussy was like a vice on my cock. I started thrusting into her harder, and her moans got gradually louder. I reached forwards and squeezed her breasts roughly. I repositioned her so she was in cowgirl on my cock. “God, Yurim, you’re so fucking tight,” I moaned as she rode me. “Fuck yes, you like that Sung-min?” Her eyes glinted mischeviously. “You feel so good on me, don’t stop.” She continued grinding her hips on me, her clit brushing my crotch with every gyration. Her mouth had fallen open in a state of utter euphoria, intermittent moans sounding from it. I pulled her down and started thrusting into her pussy hard and fast, the soft moans turning to loud yells of pleasure. I felt another presence in her ass and as it turned out, Hongjoong had started fucking her ass. “Fuck yes, fuck, oh my god yes, ahh yes keep going, I’m cumming!” I didn’t stop thrusting through her orgasm, her juices splattering my waist and hips. Her head fell beside mine, her hair brushing my cheek. She kept whispering more dirty talk into my ear, only spurring me on, as I was reaching my own peak. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum,” groaned Hongjoong. “God, it’s so tight…aahh!” He gave on final thrust and buried himself to the hilt in her ass, and she moaned in my ear as she felt the flood of warmth. I slapped her ass as he pulled out, causing her to moan “ahh” as I plunged into her. There were seconds, maybe, before my orgasm. She sat up, propped herself up on my chest with her arms, and started grinding her hips on me. “Yurim, I’m cumming,” I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming me. “Keep grinding. Oh fuck, keep grinding.” I pulled her hips down on me hard, and then with an involuntary moan, spurted another load of cum deep inside her. She rolled off of me and sat panting by my side. I leaned over and kissed her. “Oh shit guys, I have to go.” Hongjoong said suddenly, getting up and getting dressed again. “I’m already late. Sung-min, I’ll see you tomorrow man. Later, Yurim.” With that, he departed and I heard the front door close loudly. Yurim slid over on top of me, my half-hard cock naturally settling between her thighs. “So,” Yurim said into my ear, “how was it?” “Fucking amazing. I trust you liked it?” I could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke the next words. “I loved it. Being whipped outside was fun. New and exciting. Do you want to go for round two?” “Tomorrow morning, maybe. I’m too tired.” She pulled herself up partially and smirked down at me. “What? You’re saying you’re too weak?” I met her eyes and growled, “Come here.”

#everglow smut #kpop smut #aisha smut

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dinotoro · 6 months

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i just knew

pairing : myung jaehyun x reader

genre : romance

subgenre : fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers

word count : 1.1k

summary : jaehyun and you have friends since the time big bang happened. you always felt that you two could be more than that. however, jaehyun's perspective on the situation was a bit different.

warnings : none

disclaimer : all character depictions are fictional and in no way represent or depict the actions of the real people.

permanent taglist : mochamvgz , nyxvrse , luvistqrzzz , hyhees , sngvhs

footnotes : this fic is dedicated to my lovely baby sis cinny aka mochamvgz. this was inspired by that one scene in s8 of b99. this was not proofread. i hope you like it <3

release date : October 26th, 2023

The earliest memory that you had featuring Jaehyun and you were when you two were five years old.

It was a pleasant spring day, and your families had decided to host a picnic in the nearby park. Little Jaehyun was told to share his candies with you. Even though he was reluctant, he pushed a lollipop towards you. You smiled widely and accepted it, thanking him softly.

At that moment, Jaehyun felt happy that he shared it with you.

You, on the other hand, were not so compassionate. Since childhood, you hated sharing your things. So when you noticed Jaehyun staring at your last piece of french fry, you felt protective over it. His lips formed a slight pout as if imagining himself eating that. With pleading and puppy eyes, he looked at you.

You just turned your head away and quickly ate the last piece.

You had turned around to see Jaehyun’s reaction and saw that his eyes had turned glassy with tears. Even though something tugged in your heart, you just walked away and sat somewhere far away.

Cut to middle school, when both of you were a bit closer to each other than before. You used to sit beside him and would love to annoy him. He used to say that the purpose of your birth was to be a menace (you could not disagree with that). He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little shenanigans.

The banter continued till high school. You would present him with a muffin, only to take a bite out of it before him and giggle. He would pout, but would secretly enjoy it. He would let you eat the rest of the muffin while tugging your stray hair strands behind your ear.

You would feel your heart racing, and wishing something you had been wanting for a long, long time - that Jaehyun would become more than just a friend.

When college started, both of you almost stopped meeting. Your heart would hurt, but the situation was out of your hands. Jaehyun was pursuing his dreams of becoming an idol, and you were ecstatic to see him excelling in the field he had always wanted to go in. However, a small part of you yearned to be back to those days when it was just two ordinary friends and not a successful idol and his boring best friend. The insecurities would build up, slowly crumbling your confidence to ask him out.

It was your twenty-fifth birthday and Jaehyun wanted to surprise you. He was in charge of driving, but won’t tell you where he was taking you. You were feeling curious and impatient, but he would only smirk. Seeing you fidgeting restlessly and behaving like a little baby, he kissed your cheek and kept driving. That was an effective method, for your insides were churning and you were feeling warm.

He parked his car a little far away from the location and told you to close your eyes. He kissed your cheek gently again and led you to the place.

When you opened your eyes, it looked vaguely familiar. Jaehyun could see the gears clicking in your head, and replied, “This is the place our parents brought us to for a picnic. It was our first meeting.” Your eyes widened, and you wondered what he had in store.

He handed you a lollipop, and suddenly all the memories started to flood back. You thanked him softly and started eating it. Jaehyun asked, “When were you going to confess to me?”

You froze. He smiled gently and said, “When we were in high school, I remember that you had written a small note where you had confessed. You thought you had discarded it, but you had kept it on my desk. At first, I was confused, wondering if it was an accident or whether that was your way of confessing. But when I saw you not saying anything or even anticipating any reaction or reply, I understood that you did not mean for that note to reach my eyes. However, the cat was out of the bag.”

You turned towards him, your teeth holding onto the lollipop like it’s your emotional support. Embarrassment coursed through your veins, and your palms started to sweat. You took the broken lollipop out and said, “I am sorry. I was…scared. I did not want to ruin our friendship.” The sunset looked beautiful, the breeze gently blowing Jaehyun’s hair askew. The last rays of the sun illuminated his face, giving him a golden sheen. He looked perfect, and you felt something heavy pit in your stomach.

He kept looking at you, a small smile adorning his face. He was waiting for you to continue, and expression encouraging you to do the same. You said, “I mean look at you. You are so perfect. You are a great son, a great friend, a great idol, a great leader… I could never compare. How could I even ask you for something, when I knew I was not worth it? Look at your status and look at mine. Wouldn’t it be a harsh joke? Wouldn’t my rash decisions and feelings ruin everything?” As you were telling him about your feelings, you could feel tears rushing into the corners of your eyes. Jaehyun noticed this and hugged you gently, to which you rested your head on his chest and cried. It felt good to finally confess, but at what cost? Did you lose everything now? Did you lose him?

Jaehyun kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly. It felt like he had returned home, in the arms of his loved one. He said, “Y/N, you should not jump to conclusions like that. You know I love muffins, but I always let you eat those. I love french fries, but you love them more. I would gladly sacrifice all my french fries for you because I love you more, and seeing you happy after eating them is better than eating them myself. I know that for you, it might have a slow realisation, but for me, it has been you. It has always been you. It will forever be you. I love you.”

You looked up at him, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. He was slightly teary too, but those tears were of joy. He kissed your forehead and smiled widely. He knelt on one knee and asked, “M’lady, will you be my girlfriend?” You nodded, and he got up and hugged you again.

You might have taken some time to see the blooming love between you two, but for Jaehyun - he knew. He always knew.

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qqtxt · 1 year

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[🐯] feed you my love

✿ pairing: beomgyu x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / fluff / 3,141 words / reader calls beomgyu ‘beomie’ / reader is already established to join the members occasionally (aka txt adopted the reader lol) / beomgyu being shameless with pda / mentions of food and eating / usage of curse words in a friendly banter ✿ in which one of beomgyu’s cutest habits is feeding you whatever he has (and the boys try to get in on it, only to get ignored) ✿ honestly, i saw this tiktok at the part where beomgyu tries to feed yeonjun the cotton candy and my mind spiralled because it just feels like a love language to me so... enjoy! [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet 🥤

beomgyu has absolutely no shame in eating whatever he wants to eat. he takes care of his figure (to his best ability) and there are times where your mind gets confused with either how small he looks or how big he actually is. you hadn’t quite noticed it before but the longer you were with him, the more he seems to... want to feed you whatever he has in his hands. doesn’t matter, absolutely could not give zero shit on what he’s holding. french fries? he’s already holding one to your lips. chips? say no more. a cookie? he takes a bite and makes sure you take one too. his burger? already considering you to have a second bite right after him.

it might sound odd but one of beomgyu’s love languages was feeding you... and of course, the boys teases him at every chance they can get when it happens in front of them. (they lowkey think it’s the most adorable thing ever, considering how chaotic beomgyu can get but is so delicate when he’s with you)

don’t get it twisted, though. while it is a sweet gesture, there are moments and instances where he’s... creative with his advancements. there’s too many to the point you can’t keep track of which is your favorite (or most memorable).

maybe it’s that one time when he’s made an omelet without burning the kitchen and he instantly looks at you to give it a taste. it’s morning and it was one of the many times you’ve spent the night and by some force of nature, had woken up with beomgyu to make breakfast for everyone. kai was around, making sandwiches with taehyun, while you and beomgyu were in charge of frying up eggs, sausages and ham.

just as beomgyu manages to whip up a batch of omelet, he takes a bite for himself and is very, very satisfied with himself. he quickly scoops a piece on a spoon and hovers it by your cheek, using his hip to nudge at you as you’re panning the sausages.

“gyu, i’m busy, i’ll–”you can’t finish your words when beomgyu gently pushes the spoon into your mouth to make you eat the omelet. you almost kick the life out of him but when you taste what he’s made, honestly, not bad. for a second you were doubtful because you’ve... you’ve seen how he tries to cook with or without the cameras and let’s just say, all of them, all of them (maybe excluding yeonjun) have a long way to go. humble beginnings.

“not bad, right?” his eyes are sparkling at you that you can’t resist leaning over, pecking his cheek, “tastes great!”

he looks at you in a daze, as if you’ve put him in a trance until–”yah! quickly take it off the fire! it’s gonna burn!” taehyun yells from the other side of the kitchen, making beomgyu panic as he screams and hurriedly moves his pan away from the heat. you chuckle at the whole debacle, focused on the sausages you were handling, noticing how kai’s full on laughing when beomgyu’s–”arghhh! it’s okay, it’s okay! they’re still fine!”

“that’s what you get for flirting.”

“alright, bring that ass here,” beomgyu fetches the spatula, maneuvering himself around you to–”come here, huening!”

or that time when you tagged along to join the boys to make dalgona candy, and he’s very proud with the way his heart shaped one turned out. almost instantly, he holds it up to your lips, waiting for you to take the first bite. you spare him a glance, in the midst of pouring yours onto the metal plate that you wave him off, “n-not now, beomie...”

beomgyu makes a sound crossed between a whine and a yell, which seemingly sounds aggressive and adorable at the same time. at the sound, the boys glance over to see how beomgyu’s persistent to get you to try his candy. a soft round of laughters erupt when you gently nudge him away, focusing on making sure–”i wanna make mine look pretty first...”

he opens his mouth, and with a deep intake of air, you can already predict the way he’s about to yell at the top his lungs in distaste, wanting nothing more than for you to try his creation. the rest of the mentally prepare (taehyun and soobin’s already closing their ears) for the onslaught, but yeonjun’s attempting to pacify him with: "i’ll try it,” yeonjun leans over, bumping shoulders with beomgyu as he opens his mouth, “ah.” yeonjun widens his eyes, using a hand to point at his opened mouth willing to accept the candy.

yeonjun gives up in less than ten seconds when beomgyu only turn to look at him with a disinterested look; flat brows, narrowed eyes, not even a smile on the face. the older one clears his throat with a fine, not invited to the party, don’t need to tell me twice, you little shit and looks away to continue making his own candy.

when yeonjun’s out of his hair, beomgyu turns to you again, holding the candy to your lips with a frown. you finally spare him the attention when you’re done with creating your candy, allowing it to harden in the meantime. you turn the cheek to see that his brows are tightly knitted together, wrinkles on his forehead based on how hard he’s frowning that it looks permanent.

“augh, okay, okay,” you relent, opening your mouth to take a bite and the sweetness kisses your tongue as it melts. it makes you smile, and you use a thumb to pick at the crumb at the side of your lip, and you kiss your thumb to get the crumb off. then you press that thumb to beomgyu’s cheek, “yummy! and sweet. good job, beomie!”

when you turn back to check how your candy turned out, beomgyu’s already back to his usual self. he breaks a piece and hovers it by yeonjun’s mouth, to which the latter rolls his eyes at... until beomgyu scoffs and uses his knee to nudge yeonjun’s thigh that he gives in and takes a bite, making beomgyu all smiles again.

maybe the time when he opened a packet of sweets during movie night, and you hadn’t realised he held one up for you to eat as you were engrossed in the movie. he had his head laying on your lap, cheek pressed to your thigh as his eyes gaze up to the television. one of your hands were stroking his head, playing with the strands of his hair, while the other rests on his neck, feeling the gentle taps of his pulse against your finger tips. movie night had been one of the things the boys got around to do once in a while and it was horror night, the best kind.

yeonjun’s clutching onto soobin like a lifeline, who’s holding on to taehyun holding onto kai. the bunch sat on the sofa as you and beomgyu sat on the floor in front of them, unfazed just like kai was. there were screams and shouts, a commotion when the ghost pops out onto frame, scaring the main character and it’s havoc with the way kai’s laughing louder than their mixed screams.

in the midst of this, beomgyu’s holding his arm up to your lips and makes a whine. for a split second, the boys think he’s afraid, but they glance down to see that he’s just trying to feed you a piece of skittles.

“i thought we were watching a horror movie, not a romance movie.” soobin comments, using his knee to nudge beomgyu’s arm conveniently in front of him. taehyun snorts, finding the diversion to be working as he focuses on you two than the movie. you glance over your shoulder to match the sound of the voice, only to now notice beomgyu’s hand placement.

you look down to him as he lowers his hand a little, pouting when you don’t accept his candy offering.

“don’t really feel like eating candy, beomie.”

“i’ll eat it.” soobin offers, already leaning down to swoop the candy from beomgyu’s hand but the latter dodges soobin’s advances. “augh, so mean.” soobin huffs, resorting to leaning back into the sofa as he looks at the movie, but somehow finds himself drawn to see how beomgyu acts to get you to give in (even though they all have seen this probably a million times, it never seems to faze them).

“just one piece. just one,” beomgyu coaxes you, hand persistently rising up to your lips. all you have to do is open your mouth. your lips are tightly shut as you look down on him again, lightly tapping his forehead but he doesn’t budge. instead, he feigns a strain on his arm and–”ah... it hurts holding my hand up for so long...”

you let out a soft tsk before opening your mouth, allowing him to pop the candy into your mouth with a smug grin. then, he gladly feeds himself a piece, before taking out another and holding it up higher over the sofa for soobin to enjoy some of the candy as well.

you remember fondly how he tried to make you try some of his ramen, when the two of you went on a short but heart-fulfilling convenience store date. it was late, but beomgyu showed up at your door with a hand extended out to you to go on a date with me? and you couldn’t possibly say no when you’ve missed him just as much.

that’s how you two ended up at a convenient store nearby, clad in hoodies, tired smiles but giddily holding hands as you made your way there. he decided to make his “signature” cup ramen, adding other ingredients to it while you opted for something simple... by that, you mean just grabbing a cup noodle and adding water, done.

after a couple of minutes, you to curdle by the last two seats on the bar in the corner, facing the window. there’s barely anyone outside, a couple of passersby, mostly those closing up their food truck business for the night. in the silence, you two are mixing up your noodles and just as you twist some noodles with your chopsticks, you turn to see that beomgyu has done the same, already ready to feed you when you were about to feed yourself.

“ah... what about me?” he half-whines, pouting when he sees that you weren’t going to offer him a bite.

“i gotta cross-check, make sure it’s not poisoned, you know?”

“but–i... augh, you’re so mean to me.” he huffs, lowering his chopsticks back into his cup. he has a small frown, muttering to himself–how cute–but you know there’s no malice in his tone. you snicker, holding up your chopstick to him, “open up, pretty boy.”

he perks a brow, not turning his head but his eyes are on you, “really?”

“one... two–”you can’t get to three because he quickly leans over and slurps the noodles from your offering hand, smiling happily and chewing on the noodles. he doesn’t know why or how, but when you feed him something, it always, always tastes better.

“ugh, so good.” he groans, nodding in agreement with himself. you chuckle, shaking your head, “i didn’t even add anything. it’s just the noodles as it is.”

“it’s because you fed me,” he swallows his mouthful, “can’t you feed me vegetables? maybe it’ll taste nicer.”

you scoff a laugh, using your chopsticks to grab yourself a mouthful, “or maybe you can learn how to cook it properly than eating it without any seasoning.”

you’re about to eat your own serving but the clearing of his throat is what gets you to stop. when you glance at him, his brows are furrowed as he holds up his chopsticks to your direction, twisted with noodles, glued with cheese and a chunk of kimchi.

“i haven’t eaten mine yet,”

he doesn’t even respond, only blinking at you and using his eyes to point at his chopsticks for your taking. you let out a sigh and shift closer, opening your mouth and he gently makes sure the chopsticks go in without the noodles smudging your lips. it’s not as great as he thought when you end up with red sauce by the corner of your lips, but with the way you light up in enjoyment makes him so giddy, it’s like he’s gotten off a rollercoaster seeing you smile like that; doing a small sway back and forth as you chew on your food quietly, happily–together.

the two of you begin to dig into your own portions, but every now and then steal mouthfuls from each other’s cup. in the midst of eating and chatting, beomgyu freezes when you tell him hold on, and you grab onto a napkin to reach over to his cheek. you brush the corner of his lips with an amused smile. he swears to you he isn’t blushing, it’s just the spice from his ramen that you relent with a sure, okay... even though he knows you don’t believe him by a long shot (not that you have to, you were totally right, he’s whipped for you).

a tough contender would be when he’s doing a live-broadcast in one of the rooms, but he still tries to sneakily feed you some food that’s out of frame from the camera. you hadn’t realised he was on a live until after you’ve entered the room and you narrow your eyes at him talking to the phone on the tripod. you try to leave quietly but he speaks up about it, playing off that you’re one of his friends who came in. you make faces at him, mouthing the words of i’ll come back later! but he refuses to let you leave as he somehow manages to make you stay by his side, inches away from being in frame.

he’s eating a couple of desserts and he sneakily tears the wrapper while he talks about their upcoming concert. he’s able to multitask, reading the comments coming in and slyly reach to the side for you to take a bite without tearing his gaze from the phone. it’s a red bean bun, easy to share, but your hand tries to gently push it away to avoid any suspicion. however, the longer you do that, the longer he doesn’t pull his hands back so you quickly lean forward to take a bite.

he starts to smile even if it’s not at you directly and you hit his knee under the table. chuckling, he takes a bite while responding to one of the comments that says you’re handsome! “ah, thank you! i always know moa will appreciate my good looks. feel like some people around me need to appreciate that.”

he tries not to make a sound when you kick him again.

maybe... maybe it was right now in the present as you two sit side by side, along with the rest of the boys circling the coffee table in their dorm, enjoying a meal peacefully. the kind of peaceful that consisted of soft murmurs of chatter and occasional pitches of excitement on the new shows about to come out, movies ya’ll planned to watch together, new television series that everyone pitched for turns on whose suggestion to take up next.

in the midst of talking and listening, beomgyu scoops a spoonful of his kimchi fried rice, making sure to get a piece of egg and he turns to his side to watch as you slowly chew your food while agreeing with taehyun that yes, we have to watch wednesday next! as your mouth opens to start arguing with soobin who wants to watch gudetama, the nudge from beomgyu against your thigh halts you momentarily.

turning to him with slightly gaped lips, he motions for his spoon towards your mouth and beomgyu lives to see the reaction. how your eyes are initially sparking with fiery to attack, that dissolves into adoration when you lock gazes with him. how willing your mouth opens, giddily shifting forward to make sure he doesn’t spill not a single grain of rice, almost as if he can hear your well-known food is food! nothing should go to waste.

soobin can’t even be mad at the sight when he’s aware you were about to one-up him in the conversation, now witnessing how excited beomgyu gets whenever he gets to feed you.

“is it tasty?” beomgyu asks, softly, even though everyone can hear him.

with your mouth full, you can’t respond with words so you nod with a garbled up hum of mhm! and put a thumbs up. beomgyu shakes his head with a augh, so fucking cute, using his freehand to ruffle your hair and continue eating. yeonjun swallows his ramen, nudging soobin by the elbow when he knows the latter was watching as well, “because of that, i’m on your side to watch gudetama.”

you ignore the conversation, proceeding to twist some of your pasta so you can return beomgyu the favour. it’s like he’s anticipating it, beckoning for you to i want some of the chicken, too. although you retort with look at you, taking advantage of my kindness, beomgyu grins when you’re cutting the best part; charred and drenched in the sauce to poke it with your twisted pasta. you carefully turn to beomgyu who leans forward, opening wide to make sure nothing spills.

then, it’s a brief moment of the two of you smiling at each other, chewing and enjoying the food in bliss as if none of the guys are there. even though the guys constantly tease or pretend to vomit, they secretly approve of it with knowing gazes.

the moment is short-lived when kai bumps shoulders with you, reminding you that the show wednesday is superior and–”ah, right,” you swallow your food and now look to soobin with narrowed eyes, “back to you and your egg show, we’re watching wednesday. my vote’s with kai,”

“hell yeah!” kai high-fives you, to which soobin groans, “you guys suck! gudetama is a better bet! it’s so cute!”

“i agree with soobs!” yeonjun pitches, and kai whines, “ugh, old people and their tendencies.”

“the fuck did you say?!”

“oh, here we go again.” taehyun groans, throwing his head back as the onslaught begins.

beomgyu now watches as you and kai debate with soobin and yeonjun on what to watch next. taehyun is a silent spectator shaking his head at both parties. what beomgyu truly enjoys from this is how you don’t miss the way he wants to continuously feed you and how you take pauses to feed him in return. it’s almost as if it’s second nature for you to reciprocate his love language and that... that made his heart full; and it wasn’t because of the food.

#kflixnet #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x you #beomgyu fluff #txt fluff #txt scenario

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An analysis of the most important scene between Kerubim and Joris.

Aka, Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 7]

While Kerubim does want to help and care for Lilotte, he draws a line at getting Joris into a dangerous situation. He's mad at both of them for this stunt.

Joris isn't a kid who acts out or disobeys that often, so seeing Kerubim this pissed off is... very rare. Especially with that anger directed at him.

To make the argument less severe, he tries to present Kerubim with his new achievements in something that is important to him. So that maybe some semblance of pride for him, will get Kerubim to be less mad.

Kerubim shuts him down without any explanation, despite knowing how important sport is to Joris because the stress of Joris being in danger, and also deciding to be ~rebellious~ on this day of all days, is genuinely frying his brain.

But from Joris's pov, he's just being shitty. Just really shitty.

Yet, it is important to note, that at first, he goes along, and leaves Khan. Joris isn't really rebellious as a person.

Another thing that goes deeply wrong with this argument is Kerubim snapping at Joris's idol. Now, he has basically implied that both one of Joris's main interests, and someone Joris loves and looks up to, are worthless to him.

We know that's not what Kerubim means. Kerubim is terrified, and the terror made him angry at Joris, for scaring him further.

Chances are, when he got home and found nobody, his first thought wasn't that he and Lilotte ran away for boufbowl reasons.

But that devaluation is exactly what Joris hears.

The face journey Kerubim goes on in this shot is very interesting. I really do think Kerubim HATES Joris making up parents. He hates it because he knows the truth, and it hurts him, he hates it because he is his parent, and he hates it because feeling jealous of some imaginary constructs is just pathetic.

But he hasn't really said it out loud because fine, whatever, it's normal for a child to make things up. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Doesn't mean he doesn't think it's stupid, and that it isn't maddening to have this brought up when his mom is hunting them down and might hurt him.

However, Kerubim is a hypocrite:

"Making up stories" is something Kerubim has done for 10 years, and the fact that half of them are redacted, censored, or just actually made up, is something Joris accepts, — even values.

"Rules for thee, but not for me," is how Kerubim sounds while complaining about this.

And he's neglected to, uhhh... read Joris's mind to understand the yet unvoiced truth:

Joris despises many things about the way Kerubim treats him.

He wants Kerubim to stop touching him whenever he wants to, he wants him to stop calling him whatever the hell he wants, and he wants him to stop lying.

He would never say this out loud unless he was this mad, because he knows that it will upset Kerubim, and he doesn't want that, because the man is the only family he has, and he's already depressed.

Kerubim doesn't want him to ever grow up into an adult, become independent, and move out. He likes Joris cute, huggable, "doesn't say no to anything I do to him"-ish, and dependant, because that way, he won't leave Kerubim alone. He isn't exactly subtle about what he wants from Joris, and the only thing Joris can do about this, is just feel angry silently.

This is especially poignant, because we know Joris doesn't look his age, even as a ten-year-old. He gets treated like a small child, both inside and outside his own home.

Joris, of all the people in the whole world, yelling at him, is how Kerubim understands that he fucked up badly. It's over. It's more than over — he didn't just bomb this conversation, he nuked it.

Joris yelling at him is like a canary in a mine dying. He really hurt him this time.

What follows is, quite honestly, one of the most important moments for Joris as a character. These are things he says angrily, just to hurt Kerubim as much as possible, — yet there's a grain of truth to all of this, they are Joris's actual, real thoughts on their life, just wrapped up in anger.

Joris correctly identifies and attacks Kerubim's three biggest insecurities, — Joris leaving him, his own failures as a father, and their relationship being built on lies from the very beginning.

I think Joris has thought a lot on the ethics of their situation. Kerubim isn't his biological father so... who exactly gave him the right to raise Joris in these conditions, and take advantage of him for the sake of not feeling lonely and unwanted? I am sure, these are thoughts Joris chastised himself for, and yet...

This is the worst thing Kerubim has heard in the last ten to twenty years. This is his nightmare scenario. Did he miss all these signs that Joris was thinking these things? He hates himself. He just hates himself.

Joris attacks his weaknesses with a precision only a family member can possess.

This is his worst nightmare. And all he can manage to do is fulfil one of Joris's wishes: call him by his actual name, like an equal.

And he really did try to raise him as an equal. Like a best friend. And he failed. Because that's an unattainable goal.

#ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #dofusmovie #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin

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fellominaarcher · 1 year

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GOT MARRIED - YOO JIMIN; KARINA

2, Uncooked Sunnyside

Approx. words count: 2108 words

There are still a few days before We Got Married is filmed. Giselle and Winter had became friends with Jang Y/N behind Karina's back.

At first, they kept it hidden, and the two even invited Y/N to visit them at their dorm.

Obviously for the show.

Becoming friends with the leader of Aespa was a struggle for Y/N.

Everyone woke up at some point around nine in the morning. They had their shower and were getting ready for breakfast.

Y/N was driven to Aespa's dorm by her staff, and she was text messaging with Giselle about how thrilled she is.

She arrived there and was instructed by Giselle to ascend to a specific floor.

While in Aespa's dorm...

Karina cracked an egg into the frying pan, which had not yet been heated. While, Ningning sat on the chair, wide-eyed, as the girls prepared their breakfast.

Poor maknae had only just awoken. Certainly loading her system, eh?

She went over to the refrigerator to get what she needed for her breakfast.

Winter was holding her phone, presumably watching YouTube while sipping her coffee.

Giselle, our girl, is continuously typing on her phone.

The leader groaned, "Urgh!" and everyone turned to face her.

She received the enquiring look.

"I was supposed to crack the egg in the bowl," she told them all, an unhappy smile on her fresh morning face.

Winter sighed and rolled her eyes. "Pour it into a bowl, unnie," the vocalist suggested, a faint smile on his face.

Ningning appeared to have finished loading up her system because she now had a brighter appearance.

The maknae opened the fridge in search of anything else to eat. While Karina poured the egg from the pan into a bowl.

She thought to herself as she looked at the egg, "Omelette or no omelette?" she pondered.

Their favourite music is being played loudly by Winter on her iPhone.

Red Flavor by Red Velvet.

Giselle simply mumbled to it, swaying a bit, while the rest of them danced and sang along.

Giselle was informed by Y/N that she was now at the door and she stood up silently, but before heading to the door, she gave Winter a signal regarding Y/N's arrival at their place.

The rapper unlocked the door, which revealed her senior idol friend, who was only a few months old.

Although there isn't a huge age difference. Y/N, on the other hand, was the same age as Karina and Giselle.

Karina is a few months older than them both.

Perhaps this was one of the factors in their quick friendship.

"Yo bro!" Giselle grinned and quickly returned to her old ABG demeanour.

"Ssup girl!" Y/N fist bumped the girl, who reciprocated the ABG demeanour.

"Please come in!" She invited Y/N and welcomed her with a pat on the shoulder.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Karina poured the egg back into the pan and decided to make a sunny side up egg.

She put another one in.

I'm referring to the eggs.

However, Y/N's first instinct was to approach Karina directly.

That's too bad.

Karina was dancing while toting the cooking pan while listening to Red Flavor, with Ningning's small antics and powerful vocals joining her.

Y/N approached her, she shouted, "Hey-" in greeting.

When Karina fell down while carrying the pan, everything slowed down.

She was unaware that Y/N was in their house, so when she heard the girl calling out to her, she hopped out of her skin.

Everyone was witnessing the unbelievable tragedy as the uncooked eggs came flying out of the pan.

Giselle was attempting to dash to them in slow motion as Winter's jaw dropped.

Ningning with her trademark memeable expression and broadening eyes.

It's slow motion. I'll remind you.

Karina was clutching the pan and covered her mouth with one hand.

Slow motion.

When she saw the raw eggs that would soon fall on her face, Y/N's eyes widened as well.

Everything returned to normal as their reactions occurred at breakneck speed, and the eggs eventually fell on Y/N's face.

A visit to Aespa's dorm turned chaotic, especially with a flying breakfast.

Fortunately, it hasn't yet been swimming in the pan, just a couple of eggs chilling inside the metal pan.

When the tragedy occurred, Y/N's face was still fixed on the ceiling and she had egg on her face, hair, and clothes.

Gi said, "Your breakfast is Y/N," out of the blue.

Although that sounds a little strange, it is the typical Giselle.

"Straight from a movie" Ningning whispered loud enough.

There was a lengthy period of silence in the dorm, but you could hear the ceiling fan cheerfully spinning.

While she waited for the girls to bring her something to change into, Y/N was zoning out on their couch.

She had just finished washing her face and hair as Giselle and Ningning searched for shirts for the idol to wear.

Which took a while because the two seemed to be debating what she ought to wear.

When Karina approached, Y/N looked up and grinned.

"Tell me," Karina began, pointing a spoon in Y/N's direction.

The girl then took a slight step back and asked, "Tell you what, Yoo Jimin?" with a raised brow.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here and shiting my breakfast?" At the end, her voice was slightly raised.

The Aespa main dancer grumbled about her flying breakfast, which flew right into Y/N's face.

Y/N raises her gaze to the opposite girl. "A friendly visit and breakfast was your fault!" the vocalist clarified.

Yoo Jimin scoffed, "Haa, yes yes," and refused to elaborate further.

She sat on the arm of the couch next to Y/N, her gaze fixed on the ceiling while Y/N's was drawn to the girl's figure.

Y/N poked the girl's thigh randomly, and Karina looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Why?" a little voice popped forth.

The future 'wife' smirked, "Nothing, you're an interesting woman," Y/N said honestly.

Karina was flabbergasted by the unexpected compliment from the woman she hardly knows and interacts with.

She inhaled and cleared her throat. "Well, whatever you say," she mumbled in response.

Her gaze darted elsewhere, trying to keep her cool lest she break character; making an effort to maintain her composure.

Giselle came out of the room and said, "Hey, this is a hoodie for you," handing the girl a grey hoodie.

When the leader yanked the hoodie out of Giselle's hands, she said, "This is mine!" as she studied over the details.

"Oops!" Giselle grabbed Y/N by the arm as she grabbed the hoodie back from the leader.

Karina was completely astounded by what Giselle had done and remained still.

She handed the hoodie over to Y/N. "This is good for us, believe me!" she exclaimed to her leader.

Giselle pushed Y/N into her room and shut the door. "Lock it, my friend!" she yelled mildly.

Karina faced Giselle with her arms folded. "Why?" she inquired out of pure curiosity, her eyes wide.

Giselle swiftly put her arm around the girl's shoulder, saying, "Me and the girls decided it'd be nice for her to wear your hoodie" she tried to convince the leader.

The older girl's face has been scrunched up. "For starters, it's for each other's clout," says another.

Winter approached them. "It's also a good reason to be really close," she added to the reasoning.

Ningning also entered, saying, "But WGM was ended because they toyed with idols' feelings" she left a convincing justification for why WGM was cancelled.

The moment Y/N unlocked the door, all the girls' eyes turned to her.

Ningning greeted her new friend with a "Hello" and a toothless smile.

Karina was also fixated on Y/N, and she gets a wonderful feeling in her chest when she sees Y/N dressed in her hoodie.

Due to the panic and a brief sense of fulfillment, she turned her attention away from Y/N'a appearance.

Giselle and Winter walked to Y/N together, presenting Y/N in Karina's hoodie.

"Tadaa! This is Y/N!" Winter declared this in English.

"Take a picture!" Ningning exclaimed as she pushed Karina to stand next to the idol.

As the other girls moved away, the maknae took out her phone to see how the photo turned out.

"Smile unnie!" Winter cutely pouted.

She found the maknae line's charm impossible to resist.

She sighed, moved in closer proximity to Y/N, and struck a pose.

Y/N gave the camera a thumbs up as the girl posed with a peace sign over Y/N's head.

Therefore, the year's awkwardest selfie.

It's kind of amusing that the girls are aware of the awkwardness between the two of them but still proceed with the photo.

"YES!" exclaimed those three as they performed small jumps.

Ningning then sent the picture to their group chat so that everyone could see it.

Y/N sighed and grinned as she watched their antics. She said, "Well," with a sigh.

Winter approached Y/N and grabbed the young woman by the arm, inviting her to join them for breakfast.

In a baby voice, she said that.

For the sake of the show, they all invited their sister-in-law or something similar to have some meals.

In the kitchen...

Karina was devouring the Sunnyside eggs together with her kimchi fried rice, but her mouth would drop after each bite.

It dropped from the shock, actually.

Both shock that Y/N offered to assist in making their breakfast and shock that it tastes delicious.

Y/N was standing to set the plates of cooked meals on the table.

Jimin didn't say a word as she sat on the chair with her spoon up and only stared at Jang Y/N.

"Can you remind me why you're here again?"

Karina's first question was in response to tasting Y/N's food.

Her gaze was drawn to Karina. "To get to know you, bonding," she responded, clearing her throat and as she sat down next to her.

Giselle sat down after setting the bowl on the table, "Relax, bestie" she assured calmly in English.

Ningning enthusiastically nodded, "So true!" she agreed with Giselle and gave Karina a thumbs up.

Winter was the second person to respond, but she did so with her mouth full and wanted to speak as well.

She gulped her food. "At least it won't be stupidly awkward in the show later, like the photo," mentioned the recently taken awkward photo.

After the sarcastic remark, the pair felt a little embarrassed.

Karina exhaled a long sigh and nodded appropriately.

It's true what the girls said—a person's initial impression is crucial.

"I'm going to leave after the meal" Y/N said, clearing her throat.

After the meal, they all cleaned the table with Giselle and Ningning offering to handle the dishes.

In addition, Giselle instructed Karina to lead Y/N out of their dorm.

Karina didn't raise many objections because she was attempting to maintain control of the situation and was gradually coming to terms with the nature of this TV show.

They entered the elevator together. "Were you offended that night?" the Aespa leader thought back to the evening Y/N had left her on read.

She glanced at Karina for a split second and grinned at her.

"Nah," she shook her head in response.

Karina scrunched her forehead. "What do you mean?" she questioned inquisitively.

The person on the other side sneered, "Nothing, I just wanted to do that" which she admitted.

She said, "Be my playmate Karina, I enjoy tormenting people and I just found the right one for me to play along with" a dangerously teasing smirk grew.

She groaned sternly. "What exactly does it mean?!" she pondered gravely.

As the door opened, the elevator descended, and the couple exited to stand next to the receptionist.

Karina was confronted by Y/N. "Anything but bad, don't worry" the girl reassured the older woman.

Karina's eyes are filled with wonder. "Text me about it tonight" she demanded.

"See you, wife!" Y/N said softly as she began to walk away.

Karina cringed a little at the name, her face changing at the sound of it as the girl flirted a tiny bit.

#aespa imagines #aespa karina #karina #aespa x reader #karina imagines #karina aespa #karina x reader #karina x fem reader #aespa karina smut #Spotify

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noona96n · 4 months

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Yoh & Segasaki's timeline

According to Episode 7 (around the 00:33 minute mark), Yoh and segasaki have only been living together for four months. And Nikke-sensei's tweet, also clarifies that the proposal was made 3 years ago and that they’ve only been living together since March or April; which explains, in part, their shit communication lmao.

Series timeline: June to July of year zero

Ep 1: June 3rd (Sat)

The sunny weather forecast with Segasaki and Takatsu Reiko around the 12:30 minute mark in the latter part of Episode 1 is for 6月3日 (土). That means the present timeline, as in the drama, starts at the beginning of June; which tracks with the weather in the current episode and the weather in future episodes. Rainy season (梅雨 tsuyu) in Kanto (that includes Tokyo and Yokohama) usually starts in early June and lasts until mid-July, and, by then, typhoons already started ravaging the nation every two days lol

Ep 2: June 8th (Thur)

At the 8:03 minute mark, we find out that Hiyoshi Aika starts her job at EW (AHAHA WHAT A GOOFY ABBREVIATION) on the 8th of June (Hiyoshi Aika starts the broadcast by announcing the date: 六月八日). By June 10th, Yoh full-on became a sad, sulky puppy who’s pouting cutely as he made his sad stir-fry pork dinner (Yoh’s phone screen at the 9:05 minute mark reads ６月10日土曜日).

Around 9:56 minute mark the in-universe weather forecast shows forecasts for the 12th (Mon), 13th (Tue), 14th (Wed), 15th (Thur), 16th (Fri), 17th (Sat), and 18th (Sun) in Sapporo, Tokyo, Nagoya, Osaka, Fukuoka, and Naha, suggesting that the day that Yoh resorts to making the Teru Teru Bouzu is June 11th. (Teru Teru Bouzu is a small ghost-like white doll people hang around the house in the hope of stopping the rain and bringing about good weather. Yoh’s desperate for some dicking down lol.) So, the day Yoh got frustrated and masturbated for erotic manga inspiration is at least a day after June 11th. Yoh and Segasaki’s clothes changed by then (the most noticeable is Segasaki’s shirt and tie).

Since the tail end of Episode 2 probably takes place on June 12th, at the earliest, we can only assume that Episode 3 and 4 take place over the weekend of the 17th and 18th. Or the next weekend after. I’m tempted to even suggest that both episodes take place on the weekend of 24th (Sat) and 25th (Sun) because of how loud the cicadas were in the background in the 4th episode with Man-san. Cicadas in Japan are no joke, guys, they are so fucking damn loud, RIP ears, you will be missed.

Ep 6: July 24th (Mon)

*** I think canon dates broke down from Episode 5 onward… Around the 14:47 minute mark of Episode 5, Segasaki and Hiyoshi were presenting the weather for the 7th (Thur). There’s no monthly indication but we can assume that it’s in July; July because we were just in June in the first four episodes but also because (the beginning of) July is when the (awful, terrible, no good) heatwave starts taking Japan by storm (it lasts until fucking August and even spills into September this goddamn year, I kid you not; it was horrible). But, in Episode 6, the weather forecast at the end of the episode (around the 21:33 minute mark) was for 24th (Mon). If the 7th was a Thursday, then the 24th should be a Sunday, not a Monday.

That’s why I’m just gonna disregard the 7th (Thur) in Episode 5, though I do think it takes place at the beginning of June or the end of July. Also, if we disregard that and count the days from Episode 1 (Saturday, June 3rd), then Monday, July 24th would make sense in Episode 6. So, let's go with that.

By the end of Episode 6, it’s the 24th of July. I know this is a while from Episode 5 but if we consider Man-san’s My Idol Boyfriend manga, then it makes sense. Yoh was ‘offered a job’ by Man-san pretty much immediately after he got dropped by his editor and by Episode 7, their manga was already in print. It would take them some time to finish their manga; less than a month is a very tight time to write, storyboard, edit, and have it approved but let’s make believe lol

Ep 7: Typhoon No. 5

At the beginning of Episode 7 (around the 00:09 minute mark), Typhoon No. 5 was forecasted to take Tokyo by storm tomorrow. That kinda checks out, to be honest. Typhoon season in Japan could start as early as mid-May and could last until mid-October, depending on how early or late the heat begins and how long it’ll last. So I do think Episode 7 takes place some time after July 24th.

Interesting tidbit: typhoons in Japan aren’t given names but are usually referred to by numbers.

Personal (interesting?) tidbit #1: the first year I came to Japan, the super typhoon Hagibis made landfall in Japan. It was the strongest typhoon to hit Japan in decades and it was one of the strongest and biggest ever recorded. It was hella scary, not gonna lie lol and food was all out, even from the convenience stores. Fortunately, I was living in central Tokyo and wasn’t affected. Still scared though…. And, the crazy thing was, an earthquake struck the coast of Chiba before the typhoon hit so the typhoon’s effect was compounded. Wasn’t a fun experience, 0/10, do not recommend.

Personal (interesting?) tidbit #2: my parents visited me this passing late May to early June, around the time typhoon Mawar wasn’t waging war in the Pacific. It was not a fun experience… we weren’t directly struck by it but the effects were kinda crazy: roads were closed, trains were suspended, rivers were flooded, and shops and restaurants were mostly closed. Felt really bad cause I took my family to Hakone (booked everything ages in advance and couldn’t cancel our reservation RIP) and we were just stranded up there… thankfully the sky cleared by our last day there and we were able to catch a glimpse of Fuji on our Ashi-no-ko’s cruise and on the train back to Tokyo. Still, wasn’t a fun experience, 0/10, do not recommend.

Japan’s a wonderful place to visit though! Just… pick the right time. (I recommend autumn (Oct-Nov) because the weather’s great, the food’s fucking amazing, and the autumn foilage’s pretty rad.)

Ep 8: July 28th

The date after their (mildly) kinky sexy time was July 28th (Fri). The date can be found on Man-san’s phone around the 11:00 minute mark (7月28日、金曜日).

There’s also another time indication later in the episode around the 17:13 minute mark where Yoh and Segasaki last texted on July 26th. Segasaki was telling Yoh about the rain and Yoh’s responses were pretty frosty if I’m being honest. Their texts go like this:

Segasaki: 今日午後から雨降る (It’s gonna rain this evening) Yoh: ありがとう (thanks) Segasaki: 洗濯物取り込んどけよ (bring the laundry in) Yoh: うん (k)

It’s… frosty. Bare minimum from Yoh. Ofc he’s just feeling guilty (about the manga situation and stuff) but, y’know… it feels cold to Segasaki. I honestly feel really bad for the guy lol, especially because, from his perspective, Yoh’s only thinking about leaving and Yoh’s touchy-feely with that editor guy, and Yoh smiles happily and fully at and with that editor guy, and Yoh’s tired from being with him.

Anyway, the series takes place from June to July of year zero and that’s canon. There, I said it.

Yoh moving in: April of year zero

As you can see from my shittily drawn ‘graph’, I place Yoh’s moving in with Segasaki at April. This tracks with the timeline and Nikke-sensei’s clarification as well as in-universe narrative of them only been living together for four months. But, I’m extra so I’m gonna explain why (I found out about sensei’s tweet after figuring out the timeline lol)... and it’s not just backtracking from July.

So, in Japan, the year usually ‘starts’ in April; as in the school year and the fiscal year ends in March and starts in April. This applies to leases as well: contracts are usually for 2 years and will likely end in March. Housing is in very high demand during that time and the prices for each unit are also very expensive because of that. Of course, you can rent a unit any time of the year but the good ones are also mostly available and up for grabs in the March-April period. (Renting a unit in Japan is… an experience lol and not a fun one. My being a foreigner does not help one bit because many landlords do not accept foreign tenants no matter who you are, where you’re from, or what you’re in Japan for.)

Anyways, as Yoh can see, I think that Yoh graduated in year zero… so, that’s a winter graduation some time in February. (People also graduate in summer some time in August but it’s much rarer because most Japanese enter uni in Spring (April). People who graduate in September are either those who extend their uni year or foreign students who enter during the Autumn intake in September because that’s when the English program school year start (in my department, at least… I entered in April and graduated my Master's 3 years later in February but it’s a somewhat special case.)

Anyway!!! Yoh graduates ‘this’ year so, that means his lease will be up too and it makes perfect sense for him to move with Segasaki around late March or early April.

The proposal: mid-Feb — late-March three years ago

I place the proposal at the end of Winter, beginning of Spring in year minus-three. Weather-wise, it’s plausible because we know that the day of the proposal was unusually warm for the time and February is easily one of the coldest months in Japan. And, even though Spring starts in March, warmth doesn’t really come around until later in the month or even April. (It snowed in March, once. In Tokyo. It rarely ever snows in Tokyo but it’s been snowing every other year since I came here.)

I also headcanon that Segasaki graduated (his Master's) that minus-three year while Yoh is only in his second year of bachelor’s. My logic is that because he’s graduating, this could be his last desperate attempt to lock Yoh down and make sure Yoh’s spoken for (Yoh’s just a dumb-dumb who doesn’t recognize a proposal lol). It also makes sense for the proposal to come up at that period if we think about it… Mizuki’s graduating and Yoh could be asking him about his jobs after graduation and whatever else which, in turn, allows Mizuki to start a conversation about Yoh’s plan for the future. It’s also not uncommon for peeps to hang around uni before they start their jobs (for whatever reasons) so it makes sense to me that the proposal was in some time between Mizuki’s graduation in mid-Feb till late-March, when Yoh’s about to start his new school year and Segasaki will have to start his job. (This could be when Yoh finds out Segasaki will be working with EW and starts watching the broadcast religiously.)

Job prospect-wise, it’s pretty solid. Segasaki’s confident that he’d be working in a high-paying job when he proposed to Yoh. If Segasaki’s graduating in year minus-three, then he’d extremely likely to already have a job lined up for him; he’s just gonna immediately enter the workforce right out of uni. This is very common in Japan. University graduates are socially expected and pressured into working immediately after finishing their studies which is why it’s common practice for them to start their job-hunting process during the second to last or last year at uni. It’s generally advised that they start second to last year in uni (B3 if you’re in your bachelor’s and M1 if you’re in your Master's) because the process is long and drawn out and it could be a very long time before a job is offered. It’s also ill-advised to do your job-hunting in your final year because final year can be very hectic for some; some B4 and M2 students need to write their thesis, do graduation projects, finish up their experiments, etc. it’s not fun to add job-hunting into the mix. So, even if the proposal happened right after Segasaki’s graduation, Segasaki would be confident that he’d be able to support both of them just fine.

Why I don’t think Yoh did his job hunting

I honestly don’t think Yoh did his job-hunting because:

As I talked about here, Yoh became anxious about jobs and job-hunting in general in Episode 5 and this could imply that he didn’t go through the process while he was in university. You could do it on your own, but it’s difficult. That’s why many students take advantage of the recruitment offered by universities. Many also make use of other public recruitment services.

Yoh’s the kind of person who does things at his own pace and does what he wants. I.E. 1; Yoh is a slow walker who has always walked slow. Segasaki made a point of commenting about his pace but instead of increasing his speed to match that of his sempai’s, he continued at his own pace and said he’s been told that before, and Segasaki was forced to match his pace. Yoh’s aware of his snail's pace, he was criticized for it but said fuck all and went about walking at his speed anyway. This is very not-Japanese. I.E. #2; He doesn’t really care to socialize. That’s it, that’s the reason. I.E. #3; my guy used 俺 (ore) with the stranger seniors. Peeps aren’t expected to drop 俺 (ore) and go for 僕 (boku) when talking to seniors anymore but they’re strangers… he should be using 僕 (boku). I.E. #4; he made fucking curry rice for a sick person because that’s the only thing he can make. Curry rice. He could’ve googled how to make porridge but nah, curry rice lol. I.E. #5; arguing with his editor that the ‘I love you’ dialogue is necessary in his 20 pages long porn manga. I don’t man, Yoh’s not afraid to do his own shit and he totally seems like the kinda guy who’d fuck around and find out when it comes to his career. Which I think is why Yoh’s secured that he has a patron in Segasaki and decided not to do his job-hunting.

Yoh & Segasaki’s first meeting: May — June four years ago

I think Yoh first ‘met’ Segasaki four years ago; that’s his first year in university, and that would explain why he hasn’t seen Segasaki sooner. I placed their first meeting in May — June mainly because of their outfits. Everyone was wearing a Spring palette when we first saw them at the cafeteria, but they weren’t wearing any thick outer layers so that’s probably very late into Spring and early June. Their clothes also became progressively lighter throughout the flashback and, by the time Segasaki was sick, there were more layers on everyone again, esp. Segasaki, indicating that Autumn could’ve been around the corner. (Though this could just be due to the timing of the filming!)

Also, Segasaki’s friend asked for his notebook, implying that there’s a report/assignment/quiz coming up that he needs to prepare for. So, at least we know it’s definitely not the start of the semester.

On Mizuki’s Master’s level education

I’ll be real… I’m entirely biased when it comes to Segasaki’s educational level. I have a Master's and I’m an old, I want my fav to be an old too haha. (I’m currently doing my PhD, it’s… going somewhere lmao)

Anyway, I didn’t make him have a Master's just because… I think Segasaki has a position of seniority in the workplace despite his young age: he led the discussion and (I presume) implemented the new weather reporting system thing. He was also comfortable with rejecting the welcome dinner (歓迎会 kangeikai) for Hiyoshi… and his co-workers, who are obviously his seniors, just accept it as it is. You don’t just reject invitations to after-work dinners/parties, 飲み会 (nomikai), especially not the kangeikai. It’s a party to welcome new members; rejecting it means you’re not a team player and unwilling to bond with your co-workers to cultivate a harmonious workplace relationship, which is a no-no in Japan (please read up on 和 (wa) if you’re interested in learning why), and definitely a no-no if you’re not high-up in position. (There’s a lot of politics going on in the background that I’m not very familiar with. I understand the most basics; like filling superior’s glasses, ‘hanging out’ with superiors, being frank and up-front and coming away unscathed, power-harassment bosses forcing people to drink, etc.) So, Segasaki must’ve entered the workplace in a relatively high position; which is achievable with a Master's.

Interesting tidbit #1: did you know, you don’t get fired from a workplace in Japan? If the company wanna lay off people, they usually just close the entire department lol crazy, I know, but it’s legit. It’s why people can be employed for life at work.

Interesting tidbit #2: not many Japanese students go for a Master's but when they do, they usually enter right after their Bachelor’s. However, there are certain majors where having a Master’s is advantageous and students are generally encouraged to go for it. I.E. my major, Architecture and Urbanism, and Civil Engineering. These majors typically take 5 years of undergrad for students to qualify as practitioners. In Japan, their Bachelor’s only lasts for 4 years and a 2 years Master’s will put them on the same level as other practitioners from abroad. (I did 5 years of Undergrad in Architecture and Urbanism and another 3 years for my M.Arch degree lol and there are years to go until I get my Doctoral RIP)

wrote this whole thing bcs of this silly lil fic lmao

#taikan yoho #my personal weatherman #yoh tanada #tanada yoh #yoh x segasaki #segasaki x yoh #segasaki mizuki #kohei higuchi #mashiko atsuki #noona96n #mpw meta

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127luvr · 9 months

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hi 🌷 can i request something for jaemin’s bday? 🥺 like how you two would spend the day, if he would like to do something special or if he’d prefer staying at home with the people he loves.

basically i leave it to your imagination, i just need some extra fluff rn 😫🩷

also, when is your birthday? 🫵🏻

Birthday party ⋆⋆♕⋆⋆

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

Celebrating a birthday as an idol is tiring. Jaemin has done it several times in the past few years. Birthday lives, birthday fanmeets—with other members—amongst other celebrations in which he could include his fans and his members. He always spent the night before his birthday with his family—whether it was over the phone or in person, they were his priority as all he wanted to do was give back to everyone he received love from. The day of, he loved interacting with his fans for an hour or two, basking in the birthday wishes and taking a few bites of the last minute cake the company got him. After is usually when he would be taken out by his members—birthdays were the rare occasions where almost all twenty of them could gather around and spend time.

The day after was all for him. Opening gifts he didn’t get a good look at the night before. Keeping every card he was given along with sending thank you texts to everyone he could think of.

However—after meeting you he’s been thinking about changing his routine in order to incorporate you. There was no better person for him to want to spend time with during his birthday. He rubbed at his eyes as he thought, fingers reaching up to rub the wrinkles that formed on his forehead as he weighed his options.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” You can’t quite read him—the long lashes touching the top of his cheeks when he managed to blink. His unwavering gaze fixes on you instead of the plain wall—eyebrows furrowing to show he was still deep in thought—your words muffled in his ears. “Jaem?”

“I think I’m going to skip on the birthday live this year.” His tone is definitive, you know he’s already made up his mind even as you gesture for him to continue. He pats the cushion next to him, inviting you over from where you stood. When he finally gets you next to him he can’t help but latch onto your arm—leaning his entire body weight on your side. “I can distract them with pictures of my chest,” he backtracks quickly when he catches your eyes—jealousy evident in them. “Not funny, got it. I can post unseen baby pictures and me in my rookie years as a gift. I want to spend my actual birthday with… you.” You’re used to Jaemin’s theatrics. But he’s being genuine here. His pause being out of nerves more than anything. “I’ll do my usual ritual but I can squeeze in my family and my members in one day—or they can wait until the day after.”

“Jaemin.” You offer a quick kiss, the perfect distraction to stop him from rambling. He’s stunned—shiny lips frozen mid-sentence. “No one’s going to be mad at how you choose to spend your birthday—it’s your day. I’d be honored to spend it with you no matter how you choose to celebrate, okay?”

The day of you make sure to wake up earlier than Jaemin—climbing out of his bed as quietly as you could. Making sure to cover him with the blanket before leaving the door half open. Staying with Jaemin had its perks.

His entire apartment was very open—meaning you could still keep an eye on the tv show you were watching while cooking breakfast for Jaemin. It was nothing too extravagant—using pancake mix for mini pancakes and air frying just enough pieces of bacon for you and Jaemin to share. You take your time in plating the food, cutting up some peaches you picked up just for him and placing them in a small bowl. With a quick picture you pick up the tray, balancing it with both hands as you tiptoed towards his room.

You could see his shadow stretch on the bed frame, his bare arms bulging even when relaxed.

“Happy birthday, baby.” You almost missed his startled expression—not expecting any noise to come from the room as he woke up to it empty. You place the tray on top of him, handing him his shiny utensils when he sits up to take in the food. He’s speechless. His eyes saying everything he couldn’t as they tear up at the inner corners. “I have a few options for you to choose between, okay? We could either stay home and do whatever you want—”

“I want that one.”

“I haven’t even finished yet.” You receive an eye roll from Jaemin, one hand picking his food up and the other holding Luna—who had jumped up into the bed at the smell of his food.

“I did a live when you went to bed. Stayed up a little while to talk to fans and play with the cats, I hope I didn’t wake you.” You shook your head, climbing back into the bed to take Luna from him, holding her in the air with her legs out. “I do want to stay home, (Y/n). Spend the day with you in fluffy pajamas and watch my favorite movies. That’s the ideal birthday. I don’t need to hear any other options.” Jaemin takes a last bite of the bacon before placing the tray on his nightstand. He dusts his hands off away from the bed before pulling you in to the covers with him. “We can even sleep in a little longer, don’t you think?”

You can feel his heartbeat through his shirt as he pulls you in to lay on his chest. Luna is still in between the two of you, laying down on her back as she pokes her head out in the only gap where you and Jaemin aren’t touching.

“Okay but I’m still planning on baking you a birthday cake later, so we can’t sleep for too long.” You manage to raise your head up, grabbing Jaemin’s face with your free hand so he would look down at you. You see his shiny lips part, his eyes half closed when he stares down at you. “Happy birthday Jaem.”

#HI POOK #tyyyy for the request Ily #hopefully it gets out BEFORE his birthday haha………#my bday is… Feb 7 #when is yours?#na jaemin #jaemin nct #jaemin x male reader #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct x male reader #nct dream x make reader #nct u x make reader

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banananutsmuthie · 2 years

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Idol Zoo: 이 채영

Idol(s): Chaeyoung [fromis_9] × Isa [STAYC]

Word Count: 3k+ words

Content Advisory: Furry-adjacent, petplay, public sex, squirting

A/N: The title of this piece is a three-pronged play on words: both their names are Lee Chaeyoung; their family name Lee (이) also means "two", so it can also be interpreted as "two Chaeyoungs"; it could also be translated as "this Chaeyoung". This was meant to be a 800 word quckie to kinda get back into writing but it somehow ballooned to 3k. Hope you enjoy!

The events that led to this point almost sound like the setup of a worn joke.

A squirrel, a cat, and their owner walk into a bar.

But there’s no punchline here. This isn’t even a joke. Some might call it a fantasy, but it isn’t that either. Fantasy would mean this is all imaginary, an impossibility existing only in one’s mind. As improbable as having two idols in a hot threesome may seem, there is definitely some level of reality here. It’s even in their slogan: “Make Dreams a Reality”.

As long as you have the vision (and the money), anything is possible at Idol Club.

And that vision for tonight’s visit is simple: a “zoo” of idols who share the same name, all acting and dressing as animals and letting them go primal on your cock. Thirty minutes in and it's already proving to be better than you envisioned.

Sweat soils the silk sheets. It’s not particularly unusual; thirty minutes of non-stop action with the two Chaeyoungs would do that to anyone. But what’s amazing about it are these new android models that Idol Club just released, upgraded with sweat glands and contributing to the stickiness.

Isa’s cat onesie is a wreck drenched in her own artificial sweat, what with fucking her from behind for the last twenty minutes through the perfectly-positioned ripped hole in her costume. Yet her cunt is still a perfect toy for your cock to play with, never losing the lubrication that made Isa such a good pet when you first impaled that tight little pussy cat.

This pussy cat has a name, written on the metal name tag hanging from her collar, jingling with each crash of your pelvis into her bubbly ass. “Cockslut #2”, her tag reads. It’s the name you gave to easily differentiate her from the other Chaeyoung when they’re both inevitably covered in cum.

Cockslut #2 deserves some release. Mind you, not that kind of release; she’s already had plenty of those. It’s evident in the ruined make-up of the older Chaeyoung beneath her as a result of Cockslut #2’s multiple orgasms unloading on her pretty little face. No, she deserves a release from her feline costume—the overheating could fry her circuits at any moment, and that definitely isn’t a bill you want to pay.

Slowly, you pull the zipper down her back until it reaches the bottom stop just above her ass. As the costume begins to slide off her shoulders, you can see just how hard she is working, just how much she is enjoying getting railed doggy style. Beads of sweat drip down from her shoulder blades that protrude with each thrust, running down her soft, pale skin and collecting into a puddle at the small of her back.

She pants as a way to compensate for the steamy hot sex she’s endured. Her panting comes to a halt when you tug on the back of her collar, forcing your pet to lift her chin and turn back toward you with eager eyes that await your next command.

“Such a good little pet, aren’t you?”

Cockslut #2 purrs in delight hearing just how good she is. It motivates her to slam onto your cock with more fervor, anxious to make you cum.

“Not yet, #2. Show me how a good little pet cums first, then maybe I’ll reward you with a treat.”

Of course, she listens to her owner. She is a good pet, after all, unlike the squirrel below enduring the punishment of Isa’s pussy smearing her face. It had been so long since you fucked Cockslut #1 that you almost forgot she was even in the room.

“Have you had enough punishment yet, #1?”

Chaeyoung is a mess more than her angelic counterpart. Isa’s cum dribbles down her chin, coating her perky breasts down to her tight torso. You can see her lift up between Isa’s drenched thigh gap. Chaeyoung nods with innocent eyes and apologetically lets out a high-pitched screech to let you know she wants another turn, too. It’s almost enough to forgive her for making you cum too quickly earlier; who can blame that sensual face, tight little body, and experienced pussy grinding on your cock?

“Maybe if you had listened to your owner, this could’ve been you #1,” you say as you slow your pace against Isa, stopping to enjoy every apex of your oscillations. You lean forward and press against Isa’s sticky back, grabbing her aptly-sized breasts and pinching her erect nipples. Isa mewls and moans, enjoying the various sensations and rubbing more salt into Chaeyoung’s wound. “What do you think #2? Should I give #1 another chance on this cock?”

“Meow.” Isa shrugs with indifference, staying true to her feline character.

Chaeyoung is ready to reclaim her spot as #1 cockslut. She lifts up against the bed, and as she does so, her lips make contact with your shaft that’s still pumping in and out of Isa. Before you can react, she quickly shifts toward the base attempting to fill her mouth with your nuts as squirrels are wont to do.

You push her back down on the bed. “No! Nuts are only for good squirrels! You wait until Cockslut #2 is finished!”

You expect Chaeyoung to beg for another chance, but instead, her arms cross against her chest, pushing her perky tits together and making you regret rejecting that perfect cleavage. Then you expect a huff to go along with her folded arms, but instead, there’s a smug look on her face. Chaeyoung knows Isa isn’t far from cumming; it's an intuition akin to rodents like herself sensing an earthquake before it even hits.

“Nyahh!” Isa screams.

And just like that, Isa starts again. You can tell from her trembling knees digging into the mattress and the way her pussy pulsates around your shaft that she is about to bless the squirrel with another squirt. You pull out just in time to watch Isa’s dam let all the water rush through her pink aqueduct. It’s fucking magnificent: her waterworks are as true as Old Faithful and as captivating as the Bellagio Fountains.

Of course, Cockslut #1 is nothing but a good sport about drowning in Isa’s cum despite the act being a punishment, for she knows her time is near. Not being a willing participant now would only jeopardize her chance. Chaeyoung reaches upward and spreads Isa’s ass cheeks, holding her pussy lips open with her thumbs to feel the full force of the raging waterfall that is Isa’s orgasm.

When the reservoir finally depletes, Isa once again turns toward you. Her ass wiggles in elation as her eyes give off excitement at the expectation of her reward for being an obedient pet.

“Meow meow?”

“Yes, such a good pet. You definitely deserve a reward.”

In the middle of this exchange, Chaeyoung is just as excited knowing that she’ll have another shot to please you. Her hands move down toward her crotch that’s still leaking from your earlier creampie. One hand carefully spreads her cum-stained lips while she starts to rub her clit with the other. Seeing Chaeyoung pleasure herself gives you an idea.

“I think you both deserve a reward. How’s that sound?”

“Meow!”

“Muk mu!”

You slam yourself right back into Isa’s wet folds for your own reward. Her ass perks upward as you push Isa’s face right into the creamy goodness of Chaeyoung’s filled pussy. Chaeyoung and Isa both shriek in surprise at the unexpected turn, but their shrieks slowly turn into moans of pleasure.

Isa’s slurping is barely audible over Chaeyoung’s moans of approval, which itself is also just a decibel softer than the sound of Isa’s thick thighs clapping against your own. Chaeyoung still has enough energy to pull herself up toward the pounding taking place above her, stabilizing herself by grabbing onto Isa’s ass cheeks.

“Mmmmph!” Chaeyoung cries out as she finally gets her reward, getting a taste of your balls as they swing against Isa’s folds, completing the circuitry of the threesome. The sensation of Chaeyoung’s tongue pleasuring you at the same time Isa’s walls collapse on your cock is too much to hold on any longer.

“Fuck, I’m close! Ready #1?” you tell your obedient pets.

You stop thrusting and leave just the tip inside Isa. As she is trained to do like the good pet she is, Chaeyoung starts to stroke your stationary shaft while finally getting to enjoy her nut sack snack without them constantly swinging back and forth against her lips. The combined pleasure of Chaeyoung jerking you off and her tongue licking your nuts finally causes you to cum into Isa’s needy pussy. Only the first spurt manages to fully deposit; Chaeyoung’s sensational job as your pet squirrel causes you to spasm, involuntary pulling out of your warm pussy cat and dumping the remaining cum on Chaeyoung’s bare chest. It doesn’t matter, they both deserve a layer of a cum.

You roll off Isa and find some time to catch your breath on the bed, but there isn't much time to recover; your pets know that too and stop eating each other out to prepare for what's about to come.

“Good girls,” you compliment as you get up to wipe off and check the time. The timer on the wall indicates just a little over an hour left in the session. You reach over to press the call button next to the bed. In a matter of seconds, the door slides open.

“You called, sir?”

“Bring in the tiger and the chipmunk. And tell them to hurry up, it’s almost show time,” you command the host.

“Very well, sir,” the host says before hastily walking away to fetch the remaining animals for your Chaeyoung zoo.

Barely thirty seconds pass by. Rosé and Twice’s Chaeyoung appear at the doorway, but as soon as the door slides close behind them, they are known only as Cockslut #3 and Cockslut #4, respectively.

#3 might as well be naked: her head is kept warm with a chipmunk hat, but her sheer brown two-piece bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. #4 is covered in orange body paint with black stripes. Even with the paint, her body is fully exposed. You move closer to examine her perfect tiny mounds. Chaeyoung purrs as your fingers trace her exposed slit. Had you not taken so long with Isa earlier, maybe you’d have enough time to pounce on Chaeyoung’s naked tiger body for a quick fuck before the show. Not that it really matters, you’ll get to experience that tiny frame during the show anyway.

“It’s showtime! You ready, girls?”

A cacophony of animal noises fills the room in response. The rodents screech in delight. The tiny tiger attempts a ferocious roar, but Chaeyoung's body can only muster a cute meow that harmonizes well with Isa’s purr. Without being told, Rosé and Chaeyoung join the other two on the soiled bed covered in the collective cum from you and the other two sex animals.

The big black curtains covering the wall opposite the door finally part, revealing a crowd of people that have gathered on the streets to watch the performance. The only thing separating the audience from the performers are the vertical metal bars that run floor to ceiling on that side of the room.

Four feral Chaeyoungs, all in heat, now line up neatly on the bed on hands and knees, face down, ass up, eager to please you as their zoomaster and eager to entertain the aroused onlookers with an unforgettable performance. For the next hour, these girls are no longer idols: they are your personal pets. They are still performers, however, and performers still need to captivate their audience.

“Let's give them a show, ladies,” you tell them before turning to the growing crowd on the other side of the iron bars.

“Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for! Welcome to the greatest show! Welcome… to Idol Zoo!” The crowd responds with a deafening roar sprinkled with some hoots, hollers, and whistles. “Make some noise for which Chaeyoung you want to see wrecked first!”

On the side of the bed closest to the audience is fromis_9’s Chaeyoung, or Cockslut #1 as she should be called. She is back in the original costume she wore before the pre-show: still topless but now with her squirrel headband and nude color panties with a squirrel tail clipped behind it. You get behind her, squeezing at her delicious thighs before two fingers move her panties to the side and find their way inside her dripping wet cunt. Chaeyoung is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in every meaning of the phrase as her eyes look back at you, conveying her eagerness to prove she deserves the title of “Cockslut #1”, the Chaeyoung who always gets the prize of a creampie during the pre-show.

This Chaeyoung is a crowd pleaser, moaning in ecstasy while sliding back and forth on your digits. Cum coats your fingers as you withdraw from her; it’s the same load that you filled her up with over half an hour ago. So much cum, but she isn't wasteful: she graciously accepts the meal and takes every last drop down her throat. Chaeyoung turns to face her supporters to show her empty mouth, the perverted magic trick met with a round of cheers from the crowd.

“Who wants to see this Chaeyoung first?” Flovers in the crowd join in unison to vote for the half-naked girl from their representative group.

One by one down the line, each feral beast gets a chance to demonstrate their capabilities for the audience, and after each demonstration, the crowd showers them with votes of applause. Finally, with all votes cast, you move behind the Chaeyoung who garnered the loudest applause and give her a rough slap on the ass to let her know she’s first up, thus earning the highly-coveted title of “Cockslut #1” for next month’s performance.

“It sounds like you like this one the best!” you yell toward the crowd.

Chaeyoung spreads her legs as you grab her hips from behind, readying her to demonstrate just how well she can perform in front of a crowd. And so it starts again, another round of your pets performing tricks on your cock, just like every first Friday of the month for the last year, paying it forward to the poor souls who can’t afford to make it into Idol Club themselves. It’s gratifying for sure, but there’s also just something about fucking feral Chaeyoungs in front of other people that makes you so… well, feral.

The crowd screams in excitement as you begin to pound her from behind. A chant starts to crescendo, each syllable keeping time with each thrust of your cock into one of your pet's pussies while the other three girls watch and feel up the Chaeyoung in front of you. One reaches down to rub her clit while the other two focus their mouths on Chaeyoung's breasts, tracing circles around her areolas with their tongues.

“Chae! Young! Chae! Young! Chae! Young!”

You lean forward and tug at her hair, pressing your lips against her ear so that she can hear you over the boisterous crowd. “You're fucking close, aren’t you? I can feel it, the way your pussy just takes this dick. I bet it turns you on seeing all these people watching you get fucked.” Chaeyoung lets out an indiscernible grunt of agreement. “No, I don't want you to tell me. I want you to show them. Show them how badly you love this cock fucking your used hole right now.”

She shrieks in surprise when you pull her off the bed by her hips. Her ass is just too perfect to not give it a slap. The force and the followthrough causes her to let out a primitive groan as she stumbles forward, finally stabilizing herself against the cage bars only inches in front of her salivating fans.

One hand reaches around her hip as you start to finger your cockslut, while your other hand tugs and tightens the collar around her neck. It takes every bone in your body to resist thrusting your cock back into Chaeyoung, but this performance isn’t for you—that’s what the pre-show is for. This is for the dozens of fans waiting in the heat and cold every month to see their favorite idols naked and cumming on them, getting a selfie as it happens, and going home with an unforgettable story while still holding onto their own wild sexual fantasies that will never come to fruition. The last thing they want is someone else’s cock slipped between their bias’ perfect pussy when they get their selfie, even if they are just sex robots.

“Do it. Cum for your fans. Show them just how hard you can squirt.”

By now, the crowd already knows what’s coming, and their chants switch from calling out her name to repeating, “Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!” As expected, there isn’t a single mobile in any spectator’s pockets—they’re all pointed toward the naked Chaeyoung as they try to capture the fappable moment for all eternity.

Chaeyoung’s fists start to turn purple with how hard she’s grasping onto the bars. Her toes dig into the tile beneath her as she thrusts her pelvis forward, held up by her trembling legs. It’s all a foregone conclusion now.

“Ggggahhh!” Chaeyoung screams and finally lets herself succumb to the pleasure.

There are orgasms and there are floods. This one definitely comes out as a flood as Chaeyoung sprays the raucous crowd with her torrential rain, even managing to sully the Idol Club protestors in the back of the crowd.

As her monsoon dies to a drip, Chaeyoung collapses to the floor a broken but happy android. The crowd is too busy celebrating as the second Chaeyoung starts to get ready for her performance.

“Five stars?” the spent Chaeyoung android on the floor asks in the hectic moment, finally breaking character now that she’s played her part.

The fact that your cock is still rock hard and willing to go another round even after two orgasms speaks to just how well Idol Club has done in perfecting their sex androids, especially these next-generation Chaeyoung models. A five-star rating was never in doubt.

“Always. See you next month.”

A/N: UPDATE Jul 30: This fic was renamed from "The Zoo" to "Idol Zoo".Considering this was an unplanned quickie, I wouldn't consider this Idol Club 2, but more like Idol Club 1.5, or even a spin off: Idol Zoo.

#kpop smut #fromis_9 smut #stayc smut #chaeyoung smut #isa smut #male reader #reader insert

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lyramundana · 6 months

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lyra I finally had a thought I think you might appreciate 😈 this is not a request or anything, and if it doesn't vibe, leave it in your inbox BUT

I was building ikea furniture the other day and got thinking about how weird idol's lives are and how many basic life skills they probably lack. like we know most kpop idols at least finish school, but we've also all heard about hollywood actors being dumb as bricks.

so what basic shit do we think our skz boys, and especially our minsung boys, are just absolutely incapable of doing? we know minho can cook, but you can't tell me they didn't all have trouble figuring out laundry in their mojo dojo casa house of a dorm.

also can you imagine reader or your OC literally shaking their head at them hahahah

or would they get turned on by the weirdest shit because reader or your OC is competent and confident in small moments? like she makes really good coffee because she used to be a barista, or whatevs

just thoughts being thunk, do what you will 💓

-May, @skzms

omfg, this is actually one of my favourite scenarios💀 you read my mind or smh??

I totally know what you mean. While I think Stray Kids have learnt more than most after living by themselves in that dirty hole, I feel that after a while they grow used to the chaos and they barely got time to improve, considering their careers. Now they're more famous and probably richer, I feel they have other people doing these stuff for them. Also, most idols have shown in variety shows that they can barely fry eggs without guidance, so yeah

This got long, so beware

It's funny you mention my OC because this scenario fits her perfectly and her story. Vivi comes from a big family and due to her upbringing, she has grown up learning a lot of skills to be completely self-sufficient at a young age. And because pursuing a dance career isn't exactly cheap unless you're a kpop trainee, of course she has worked in some jobs to earn extra money. Shop assistant, waitress, babysitter, and even a bartender at some point, although this one was more like a hobby rather than a job, since she loves anything related to alcohol. It's very important for her to be independent and not rely on people.

Part of being a competitive dancer implies moving around a lot for tournaments, so she's used to live without external support and having no option but do things herself. Assemble furniture, cook food, house chores, handling the bills, you name it. After all, the more she can do by herself, the less money she has to spend.

I believe that most of the boys can do basic stuff, as long as they have the instructions in front of their eyes and can ask for help. Otherwise, they're lost. They know how to cook because they need to feed themselves and do some cleaning for hygiene, but that's it. They're clueless about anything else.

So it'll be like this. Imagine that, for some reason, Vivi and MinSung have to live together for a while, maybe for a show or a dare, or because they have out of necessity, I don't know. The apartment is big and cozy, but there's a tiny problem: There's no furniture, functional electricity or food. This isn't new for Vivi, so she simply accepts it and gets to work, while MinSung stand there like "wait, aren't they supposed to provide these stuff for us?"

So you have this girl acting as a babysitter and provider for two grown ass man, older than her, that can't even start the washing machine.

"So, how do we do this?"

"By pressing the big button with Start written on top..😑"

Going to buy the furniture is a mess, because while Vivi is carefully picking up the options based on what they need and knows where to look, the boys treat it as a fun trip. They're basically her children she has to look after, trying the beds and almost getting lost for going after something that caught their eyes.

"Hey Vivi, what is that? Can we take it? It looks so cool!"

"...that's a drill, Jisung"

They get confused when she leads them to the warehouse underneath and buys some boxes.

"Wait, weren't we going to buy the furniture?"

"Yes, duh, I have it all right here. We'll arrange them later at home"

"Wait, what? do you mean arrange them?!"

Vivi soon realizes she's going to have an extra load of work she didn't anticipate. Lots of face palming and taking deep breaths because seriously, how are they still alive??

She's casually arranging her wardrove like it's second nature to her, quickly and precise, knowing exactly where everything goes. She throws a glance at the boys and finds, well, complete disaster. They're nowhere half done, the instructions a mess of papers around them and none are holding the right tools for it. She's exasperated and shoos them away, taking care of everything as they watch.

And you're absolutely right, they find all of this sexy as fuck.

They stare at her in awe and admiration as she leads them through the different shops, keeping mental lists of everything they need and knowing stuff unknown to their ears. Their eyes sparkle as she speaks with terms they never heard before and takes all the stuff she claims they need. They follow her like lost puppies, eagerly waiting for her next orders. They specially stick to her hips in crowded zones, since she gives zero fucks about pushing people out of her way and telling them to move (their introvert asses could never)

They might have needed some cold showers after witnessing her arranging everything in the house. The furniture, the electricity cables, the pipes, acting like it's all stuff she does everyday. She needs to watch some tutorials for some of those chores, but she quickly gets the hang of it. Her figure all sweaty and red and her light clothing already clinging to her body from all the effort. Her strong arms on display with her tank top, her hair in a messy bun with some wet strands near her cheeks, some dirt on her face and holding a tool that looks like a murder weapon, and...ops, they're hard, time for another shower..

Jisung feels he might nut his pants when she lifts a fucking couch to check something underneath, holding it still with one hand while relying some of the weight on her shoulder. Minho once sat on it to annoy her, thinking she wouldn't be able to lift it with him there...turns out she did it anyway. And now there's two people wanting to nut in their pants.

She gives some easy chores to keep them busy. Minho is in charge of cooking and Jisung bring the ingredients. So after exhausting hours of working around, Vivi comes back to a full cooked meal as a "reward".

She's a professional hunter of discounts, bargains and anything that implies saving as much money as possible. She doesn't have the budget of an entire company supporting her, so she's used to tracking down the best offers and making sellers sweat to give her the price she wants. It's a battle of rhetoric and sheer determination, and the boys are once more in awe.

She discusses with the landlord about the apartment's issues and is ready to argue with anyone about her rights. She handles the bills and most of the financial matters.

Bonus: She once used a whole drill to fix the bed and closets instead of a screwdriver ("this is better, guys, my mother taught me"), headphones on to mute out the noise and the veins in her arms pecking out with the force of holding it, mindlessly doing the task.

Yeah, lots of the money is going down the cold water

@skzms here. I'll love to hear your input

#Vivi actually enjoys their admiration #to her these are all basic life skills and never thought much about them #most people she knows have the same skills #so the sudden validation makes her feel very smug #mutual asks #minsung x reader #skz scenarios

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paradoxxinvader · 1 year

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DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?

CHAPTER ONE - STAY IN THE MIDDLE

pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader

synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?

word count :: ~1.2k

warnings :: mention of food, mention of death, ugh omg mention of the gym, that’s pretty much i think

previous masterlist next

“hello, everyone!” yn sung, setting the camera on the kitchen island. she was making a quick breakfast for herself before heading out for the gym- the clock was in frame, showing both hands on the six. “i’m heading out to the HYBE gym before promos start,” she was filling up her black water bottle before stuffing it into the duffel bag that ENHYPEN had gifted her.

“i thought it would be cool to vlog it a bit, and have a short q and a kinda video as well! pae-ri unnie and sungie are gonna have their own videos on this as well! but they’re filming later in the week.” she explained.

she cracked a few eggs in a bowl, beating them lightly with a fork and hadding small bits of meat and seasoning. she put a lightly oiled frying pan onto the lit stove, waiting for it to heat up before adding her eggs and letting them cook a little before scrambling them with a spatula. ditto was playing in the background, and she was humming to it while spreading butter onto her toast.

“for the q and a session type thing, our label prepared a set of questions from some of the comments you guys have left onto our posts and videos, as well as general ‘get to know me’ questions from the interweb. there are like- how many questions are there?” she asked off-camera, nodding when someone said something. “ok, there are like twenty or so questions, and i’ll be answering them in the car!”

she plated the eggs into a few plates, handing out the breakfast to the staff that were in the dorm off camera, and sat her own plate down on the dinner table, pouring herself a glass of apple juice. she forked some of the eggs into her mouth, covering her mouth while chewing. yn quietly ate her toast, not talking that much, just scrolling through her phone, answering a few texts. she didn’t talk much while she ate, because she considered talking while eating to be rude. she made a mental note to ask the editors to play some soft music on the background during this section of the vlog.

she turned the camera off after she finished eating, and put her dishes in the sink, bowing once towards the staff before picking up her duffel bag and leaving the kitchen. she had already called a car from HYBE before she started on breakfast, because the dorm was a bit farther away from the company building, on foot at least. once confirming the car was downstairs, she slipped on her shoes and went downstairs, turning the camera on in the process.

“ok, so it’s around six forty-five right now, and i should be getting to the company building in around fifteen or so minutes. i’ve got the questions here with me-” she waved her phone in front of the camera. “-so we’re gonna answer as soon as i get into the car,”

after a minute or two after settling in, she set the camera onto the seat in front of her, adjusting the tripod so that she would be fully in frame.

she scrolled through the pre-prepared questions, answering some basic questions about the group that were asked in the comments and such, before heading into the personal questions that she wanted to answer.

“ok, soooooooooooo- how old are you? ok, so i was born in ‘06, so i’m 16 internationally- my birthday is in the latter half of the year- but i’m 18 in korea. it’s a little confusing, but yea. i actually kinda ‘go by’ my international age, because i didn’t grow up in korea, but my korean age is on my local legal documents, but my international age on all of my international legal documents, if that makes any sense,” she tried to explain, knowing full well that the editors would just zoom in with a bunch of question marks around her figure. she paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. “ok, yea, that doesn’t make sense, but- meh,” she lifted up her hand, palm facing downwards, tilting it up from each side.

“ok, next question! did you always want to be an idol? yah, this is a good question! uh, yes and no? so, i grew up in australia, and i wasn’t really exposed to idol culture, i guess you could say. like, my parents didn’t force me to listen to kpop or watch kdramas and stuff, so i didn’t even know what idol culture was in korea. but but but, i did love music, like singing and writing and producing songs was my thing back in middle school! my best friends and i started, like, a girl rock band that was called mgk, and then in parentheses (not machine gun kelly)!” yn giggled, remembering the fond memories. “it was honestly so much fun, we decided to keep the acronyms as random food items that we loved! i was korean, and one of them was korean-japanese, and the other was japanese- it was just us three-, so the acronyms stood for miso, gochugaru, and kimchi! we were the asian-australian girls of our school, so we just naturally became close friends because of that,” yn smiled.

“unfortunately, the group had to disband when we were around 13-14, because our japanese friend passed away due to a complicated heart condition,” yn continued, looking out of the window. “i miss her a lot,”

“but yes! back to the question! um, so i didn’t always want to be an idol, but i kinda got exposed to idol culture about two years ago, when i-LAND started to air. the reason i started watching it was because i heard that an australian dude from brisbane was gonna be on the show, so i kinda had to watch it, because obviously. i started getting into kpop then, and then i randomly went up to my parents one day and was like, “eomma, appa, i wanna become an idol!” and they just made a face like-” she tried making the face, but was unsuccessful, erupting into giggles. “but yea! they were super chill about it, and enrolled me into dance classes in brisbane until middle school ended, and then helped me move to korea for proper training. i lived with my halmeoni, and now i live in the dorms! i visit australia as much as i can, but that isn’t very often, because i was super busy as a trainee and now since i’ve debuted, they’ll become even less frequent. but my parents visit a lot, usually ever other month, so i spend time with them then! so, uh, shoutout to jake sunbaenim from ENHYPEN for being the reason i’m an idol today, i think?”

“ok next questio- oh i’m at the company building!” she picked up the tripod, and panned the camera to show the building that was out of the window.

yn picked up her things and left the car after thanking the driver. she balanced the tripod in her laft hand, while throwing her cap on and shoving the duffle bag onto her left shoulder. “ok, i’m going in! i’ll turn the camera back on when i’m inside the gym area,”

she turned the camera off and walked inside, her running shoes squeaking against the marble tiling of the lobby. she smiled at the receptionist, explaining that she was here for the gym, and fished around for her id from her wallet when she needed to sign in.

she rushed to the elevator, hitting the button for the 6th floor gym- which was arguably one of the better ones- and waited patiently for her floor while listening to cliche elevator music. the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, the door’s opening to reveal-

“oh! anneyoung!” yn bowed at the young men in front of, which were three members of ENHYPEN.

“anneyoung, yn!” jay oppa smiled, bowing his head a little as well, nudging sunghoon and riki to do so as well. “heading towards the gym?”

“yep! wanted to some cardio done before promos start at nine,” she explained, shuffling a little to side to allow the three males into the small space.

“ahh, ok,”

there was a bit of awkward silence, so yn thanked whatever deity was up there when the doors opened to the sixth floor. the boys let her out first, and she thanked them, rushing to the gym doors, inserting her company card to let her in.

she dropped her gym bag on a plastic seat, getting her water bottle out, and removed her rings and bracelets, shoving them into a small pocket inside of the duffle. she headed to the treadmill, setting up her camera in front of the machine, and started at a slow jog, putting her headphones on her head. after a bit or so, she kept on increasing the speed, eventually setting at a fast run.

it continued like that for about a half hour or so, before jay joined her on the neighboring treadmill, flashing a peace sign at the camera when yn pointed it at him.

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lu speaks :: hello everyone !!! this was such a delayed chapter omg but like. so much stuff happened. my sister got married in october of last year and she then moved abroad w her husband and she visited for the first time like two weeks ago !!! it was really fun she left yesterday so i’m really emo lol OH AND ON TOP OF THAT I’VE CAUGHT A STOMACH BUG ???? like it’s really bad and i still have it and it’s just. really bad :( but yes i managed to get this out and i know it’s really bad but pls bare with me !!! i’m gonna try to write another chapter sometime this week but i have my mocks coming up so that’s gonna be. so much fun 🙂🔫 n e wayz i’ll see yall soon !!! make sure to apply for the taglist for ditto bcs it’s closing soon !!! also omg jungwon bb ur 19 !!!!

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twilightmalachite · 4 months

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2×2 - Children on the Streets 6

Author: Akira

Characters: Hinata

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Hey, Anzu-san, you say that to everyone, don’t you?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Shack

In a tattered storage shed, time and location unknown…

Hinata: Hmmhmmhmmmhmm!

—Pwah, it’s no good~! There really is no such thing as twin telepathy after all! I keep thinking about asking for help but of course, there’s never any response!

But well, we’re in a real mess now, aren’t we?

Any thoughts or commentary, Anzu-san?

Ahaha, this isn’t an apology press conference, there’s no need to apologize!

…Probably. And, this isn’t your fault, Anzu-san.

Well, if you think about it in a broader sense, I guess it could be? I dunno. I guess in a sense this could be your responsibility?

But me, I don’t like thinking in extremes like that! Thinking about things too deeply like that has you looking like some villain from a cheap manga, deciding the entire human race is evil before trying to destroy it!

Everyone deep down looks for villains like that, ones they can defeat without having to hesitate, so as an idol, I feel I should probably embody “that” for them.

But… I’m not someone like that. I feel more like some small fry fighter who gets defeated in the early stages no matter how bad he tries to be.

Hinata: Hm? “Hinata-kun is a good boy”?

Ahaha~, are you really paying attention to me? Are you seeing me properly? You know, even I feel uneasy sometimes.

Hey, Anzu-san, you say that to everyone, don’t you?

Because saying those sorts of pleasant things to hear will have your favorability rating rise with them.

You think of me as some character from some shoddy game who’ll like you, don’t you?

Hinata: …Sorry, I said a bit too much.

I know. I know that’s not the intention you have, Anzu-san.

You love and always have loved everyone, and you’re just expressing those feelings honestly. In your own taciturn, clumsy way.

I just perceived it as being treated as a stranger, I’m the strange one for feeling lonely instead.

Hm? Nah, I’m not rambling on just to make you feel better! Don’t get me wrong, ‘kaaay?

I’m simply just the kind of good-spirited person who keeps smiling and talking no matter the situation.

There’s no point in being depressed, after all. It’s a waste of time. I don’t want to get depressed dwelling in thoughts of being sad and lonely, if I am to keep living.

That sort of thing, Anzu-san, is a pastime reserved for those with the luxury to afford it.

So, I’d like to do something to get us out of this situation without fretting over it too much, so—

Do you know what’s going on?

I have a guess of my own, but I’d like to hear what you think, too.

Anzu-san’s smarter than my idiot self, as the talented producer highly regarded by everyone.

Right. First, just let me just confirm something.

This isn’t something set up by you and the others, is it?

Because you’ve been acting strange for so long that even I’m beginning to suspect you may be up to something, Anzu-san.

Right, right. I’m sure it wasn’t~, if it was, you would have approached me about it sooner.

Then all I’d have to do is let you set up a prank and give you a funny reaction.

But since you don’t know anything, Anzu-san, then this must be the real deal, huh… Uh oh~! ♪

Right. I had called you over to clear up a “little suspicion” I had, last night.

Nobody seemed to notice, not even Yuuta-kun, but… I think Ran-senpai might have started to suspect it, he’s a bit unfathomable, even to me.

About how this 2×2 project is a bit unnatural in some areas.

But, when I called you over to question you about it, suddenly a bunch of delinquents came and took us away.

And just like that, we were blindfolded and brought over to this unknown place.

They’ve removed our blindfolds, but we’re tied up and can’t move.

Even yelling as loud as we can for help gives no sign anyone will come to help, so I feel we’re being kept prisoner in some unfrequented place.

Quite the big pinch.

Fortunately, no violence has been used so far, but… Since these guys definitely seem like delinquents, we have no idea what might happen.

I didn’t want to provoke the criminals, so I didn't resist, but maybe I should have gone berserk? That way, at least you would have been able to escape, Anzu-san—

Hinata: I’m sorry. I’m weak. I couldn’t save you, or protect you.

Even though if anything happened to you, Anzu-san, everyone would be devastated.

Hmm, the same goes for me? You think so…?

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#2×2 #2x2 #hinata aoi #event #translation #anzu

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maeljade · 24 days

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Shiiiiips? :D

okay this is going to be rambling and chaotic cause its all random thoughts scattered in my brain that appeared as I was playing the game. Also spoiler warning for ... I guess the entire game?

Her general approach is ... not monogamous. She is an adventurer, she is out in the world and sometimes she needs to blow of steam in whatever town she currently is.

So, no ships in ARR for my Lizzer. She just arrived in Eorzea, she is out there delving into basements and fighting small fry beasts and her first gods, no time for romance.

COME HEAVENSWARD. And she meets Sidurgu! First fellow Au Ra Xaela she has met since! (And Yugiri pretty much made it clear that she is not interested in romance). And as fellow Dark Knight they are often covered in blood and guts and gore so tenderly cleaning each others scales afterwards! Also you already adopted a daughter together in Rielle! (Which makes 4 adopted daughters if you include the White Mage girlies).

Stormblood ... Zenos is Zenos and she is a Dotharl (even if only adopted). He is entirely correct, she lives for the thrill of the hunt, the spilling of blood and the rush of death. Its a match made in Hell and you know DAMN WELL that she accepted and embraced him.

Also lets talk about her relationship with Sadu. She is her big sister that she idolizes! You know, the usual. You try to murder her in grief over your entire clan dying and or disappearing, she kicks your ass and when someone tries to finish you of is so impressed by her fearlessness in the face of death that you get adopted into her tribe. And they both very much enjoyed the chance to face off in battle during the Naadam and for my lizzer to show how much she has grown stronger on her travels!

Shadowbringers: She does another bad choice and goes for Emet-Selch. We all know the tension that is already there between them but she throws it out the window at the lift in Kholusia. With full trust and belief in Dotharl culture she knows about reincarnation. So when Emet does his whole speech only to end it with a "not that you would remember it" she confronts him and tells him that she is aware of the fact that he knew her in a previous life. Oh girlie, if you knew how right you are with that one. Anyways that sure spiced up the encounter on Mt. Gulg and the final showdown.

She also tried some flirting with Lyna but sadly that did not go anywhere for her and some joking with Cerigg since its another adopted kid with a "partner", this time its a son!

Endwalker: Well Zenos is back ... kinda so that relationship is back on the table. Also Emet-Selch in the past, this time with the knowledge of Azem and some very awkward first interactions. Also Erenville is here and he is very very pretty and Hopefully something may come out of that in Dawntrail, who knows!

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #endwalker #shadowbringers #Mael Dotharl #lizzer lore #thank you for the ask and giving me a chance to ramble about my wonderful lizzer #also yes I have not done ANY ship gposes or anything like that please dont ask I am lazy #and afraid of learning gpose #ah thats how you do read mores good to know

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wooahaes · 7 months

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plushies & petting zoos

pairing: non-idol!hyung line & gn!reader

genre: fluff. sequel fic to mingyu fic from earlier.

word count: 0.8k~

warnings: food mentions. hyunsuk denying his cuteness a little.

daisy's notes: oh to go to a fall festival with the trsr hyung line... oh to win a cow plushie and see yosh cuddle w it... oh to--

“The stupid darts booth guy kept flirting with someone the entire time,” Junkyu huffed as he made his way back to you, hugging a plush panda bear to his chest. “But I finally won something.”

It’d earned a quiet laugh from you as you watched Junkyu brace himself on the table with one hand, hopping into the spot next to Jihoon. The four of you had split off from Junkyu when he insisted he wanted to win something from the darts game, saying that you would all go get food. Jihoon wordlessly slid over Junkyu’s meal for him, having been protecting it from the rest of you the entire time.

“We told you that you could have played something else,” Hyunsuk said, grabbing another fry from the basket the two of you were splitting. “The guy running the ring toss was nice.”

Ah. Yeah. That Vernon guy—you’d caught his name when one of his friends came over to say hi. You actually won a cow plushie from him (she currently sat in Yoshi’s lap as he hugged her, head resting atop hers) and he’d been super chill about just… throwing in a bonus tiger because you were one of the few people who’d been there in hours and he was feeling nice. You’d give the tiger to Yoshi later on, but you’d tucked him into your bag.

“I wanted the bear!”

You giggled again. “It’s cute,” you said, and saw the way Junkyu seemed to beam with pride at having someone on his side.

“See? I’m not the only one who thinks so,” Junkyu said.

Jihoon rolled his eyes, flattening out the small map made up for this place. “There’s a petting zoo,” he said aloud. “Yoshi wanted to go.” He looked to Hyunsuk, “Didn’t you also want to—”

Despite Hyunsuk’s edgier exterior, undercut and big rings and everything, he was the biggest softie you knew… Well, aside from Yoshi. He’d speak up and over Jihoon, as if someone might be watching and realize that Hyunsuk “didn’t have as much swag as he looked” (which was how Jihoon put it once when the five of you went to some superhero museum Hyunsuk had wanted to go to). Truly, anyone who saw his love for superheroes would know that he was a huge dork who told bad dad jokes sometimes.

Yoshi just giggled to himself, and then spoke up to lightly tease Hyunsuk, “They have bunnies…”

Hyunsuk averted his gaze. “I know they have bunnies… I saw them earlier. We can go if you want to.”

You merely rolled your eyes. He wasn’t going to drop it until he saw the animals himself. The rest of you cleaned up your trash while Junkyu quickly ate, rejoining all of you as you started to make your way to the petting zoo. You had accepted the cow plushie back from Yoshi, hugging it close to your chest.

Just as you expected, Hyunsuk dropped the ‘cool guy with tons of swag’ energy he tried to keep up the moment he saw a baby cow. Truly a relatable moment as he all but dropped everything to clean his hands and then make his way over.

Jihoon came to your side, one hand tucked into his pocket as he held onto the panda bear in his other. Junkyu must have pushed it onto him when he went to pet a sheep, Yoshi lingering around him before he saw Hyunsuk trying to feed a baby cow a treat.

“Kids,” he said with this chuckle, as if all of you weren’t pretty close in age. You rolled your eyes, and Jihoon’s shoulder bumped against yours. “I can hold that if you want me to.”

You looked down to your cow plushie, shaking your head. “I’d rather pet a bunny.”

He chuckled again. “If you change your mind, I’ll consider holding it… If you buy me a caramel apple before we leave.”

Ah. He drove a hard bargain. You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. “The kids seem to be having fun.”

Junkyu looked back, calling out your name. Without saying anything, Jihoon held out his other hand, and you sighed with a smile. Fine. You passed the cow to him, making your way over to join Junkyu as he continued to pet a sheep excitedly.

“They’re so cute,” he chuckled.

“We’re going to see the bunnies!” Hyunsuk called out to the two of you, standing at the edge of the pen. “Are you coming or not?”

The two of you shared a knowing look before rejoining your group, following Hyunsuk as he led the way to the bunnies. Although the handler nearby had to step in and help you pick one up, the group gathered around as someone snapped a picture. Jihoon had managed to set things aside to join all of you in for one group picture with a lop-eared bunny named Cherry.

Maybe the five of you would come back next year, too. You’d go anywhere with these guys if they asked.

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Random Scenarios G Pt. 1

With Pomu Rainpuff, Selen Tatsuki, Enna Alouette, and Rosemi Lovelock

For gender-neutral readers~! Short, lovely scenarios with your fav Niji EN member <3

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don’t belong to me, but the Nijisanji company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D, a tiny bit of angst/comfort stuff

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name

Pomu Rainpuff - Mwahahahhah!

"Hehehe."

"No, no, not like that, Y/N! You need to go like this: Myahahaha!"

"Hmm, how about this, Pomu? Muhuhuhahaha."

"No, I got it! How about, Mwahahahhah!!"

You and Pomu continued to practice your evil victory cackling while on Discord VC together. Meanwhile, Elira and Petra were DM'ing each other, talking about how they were totally third and fourth wheeling because of you two.

It's been a couple of months since you joined Nijisanji, and you were thrilled to get to know your favorite chaotic member, Pomu (only after she was comfortable with you, of course). And today was the long-awaited Mario Party collab between you, Pomu, Elira, and Petra.

Right now, you were about to do a 2 vs 2 mini-game, but you and Pomu were just messing around while the other team of Elira and Petra listened to you tiredly.

"You know, if you guys lose to us, all that practice will be for nothing, you know," said Elira, who just wanted to start the game.

Petra's avatar nodded in agreement. You and Pomu suppressed your giggles.

"Okay, okay. Let's start then!" you said.

"Yeah, we're gonna take you DOWN!" shouted Pomu.

"Oh yeah?! We'll see about that!" exclaimed Petra playfully as she giggled and the mini-game started.

Much to everyone's surprise (even chat's!) you and Pomu won.

"Y/N! WE HAVE ACHIEVED VICTORY!"

"YES POMU, IT IS TIME!"

"MWAHAHAHHAH!" you both laughed at the same time.

"Noooooooo!" said Elira as she cackled at your antics while Petra continued giggling at the hilarious situation. Chat's messages went by quickly, filled with LOLs and LMAOOOOs.

Too soon, your collab ended, with you winning, Pomu in second, then Elira third, and Petra last ("QAQ" - Petra). After you said your goodbye's to them and chat, you closed OBS, about to shut down your PC, but then a Discord notification went off.

It was from Pomu.

"Thanks for the collab today, Y/N! It was really fun to play with you! Hey, what do you say we do an off-collab next?! XD"

Excitement and joy bubbled in your chest. Your idol, your crush actually wanted to do an off-collab with you?? SAY LESS!!

"Of course!! It was a really fun collab with you, too, Pomu! When and where do you want to meet? :))"

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Selen Tatsuki - After a Long Day...

*SLAM!*

You jolted in your chair when you heard the sound of a door closing harshly upstairs. From your seat at the dining table, you turned to the stairway and patiently waited as stomps were approaching. Eventually, the source of the stomps, your girlfriend, Selen, came into full view as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Carefully, you closed your laptop in front of you and got up from your seat, heading to the kitchen. You pulled out leftovers from the fridge to fry them up and prepare them so that Selen could eat. Behind you, you heard the scraping of the dining table's chair and a *plop* as Selen sat down. Silently, you shook your head in amusement but continued your task of preparing her meal. After all, she had a long day.

Before you could add the finishing touches to Selen's meal, you hear a small thud on the dining table. Slightly alarmed, you turn around, only to see Selen slumped over as she snoozed softly, arms under her head to make an uncomfortable pillow.

You silently laughed to yourself before finishing up her meal and quietly bringing it over to her side. Although you hated waking her up, as she just looked too cute while sleeping, you knew that Selen needed to take care of herself, especially after her endurance streams.

Gently, you shake Selen's shoulder.

*Groan*

"Selen, you gotta wake up for me, dear."

"Ugh.... Y/N, babe, noooooo..."

Before Selen could completely go off into dreamland again, you fan the fumes of the food you made toward her. This woke her up.

"Oh, sweet! Food!"

Hurriedly, she grabbed the bowl you placed in front of her and started to chow down. You laughed at her before going to sit across from her at the table. This was a normal thing between you two ever since you started living together. After you finished your work, which was always before Selen was done streaming, you would start to prepare for Selen's post-stream self: an exhausted lump of dragon-human hybrid ready to eat and cuddle.

You chuckled softly before lifting her up (Y/N is stronk!) and bringing her up the stairs, walking past her streaming studio room and entering your shared bedroom. You removed her sweater so she wouldn't overheat and prepared yourself for sleep.

Softly, you climbed into bed and faced Selen, brushing her hair out of her face before closing your eyes. Both of you slept deeply with small smiles on your faces.

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Enna Alouette - You dumbo!

You were the hall monitor of Nijisanji Academy, known for having good grades and being strict with rulebreakers. You were a stark contrast to your rival, Enna Alouette, the delinquent of the Academy.

You and Enna go way back: childhood frenemies who got into trouble often, until you decided to take your education more seriously.

Although you and Enna distanced from each other, you didn't completely dislike her. Until she decided to make life hard for you.

Not only would she run loudly in the halls and skip classes, but she would also laugh at you whenever you tried to kindly remind her about the rules. Unfortunately, she ignored you too.

Every day was loud and lively for you because of her.

Except for today.

This unsettling silence has been going on for a whole week now. There was no sign of Enna. Concerned, you asked her friend Millie what happened. She almost cried while talking about Enna, who was down with a really bad cold. You decided that this wouldn't do.

After finishing all of your monitor duties, you walked down a path that you knew very well since childhood. In your hands were a bag of medicines, the homework that Millie forgot to give to Enna, and a copy of your class notes to help Enna catch up.

You knocked on the front door. No response.

You set down the bag and searched under the doormat. Sure enough, the worn-out house key from years ago was there. You went into the house and went straight up to Enna's room. No one else was home because Enna's parents were both at work.

Once you finished climbing up the stairs and stood in front of Enna's room, you knocked on the door softly.

"Enna?" Again, no response.

Quietly, you pushed open her door, only to see Enna's bright red sleeping face on the bed. Her fever was really bad. Immediately you set down your bag and went to get her a cold towel for her forehead. After placing it on her face, you tucked her in and left the room to start cooking porridge in the kitchen.

You were finishing up the porridge by adding some medicinal herbs when you heard slow shuffling from the stairs behind you.

"Hey, dumbo," you said, scooping up some porridge into a bowl before setting it down on the table for Enna as she continued to slowly shuffle.

"You- you dumbo yourself! Why in wǒ de fángzi (this is google translate, sorry if it's inaccurate!) you weirdo!" she mumbled as she got to the table.

"Enna, I can barely understand you because you're sick and delirious right now. Just sit down-"

"Naur!" she exclaimed, but you sat her down anyways, placing a spoon in her hand. In a sickly stupor, Enna sat still, spoon slipping from her grasp. Quickly, you caught it and huffed before scooping up some porridge.

"Here, open your mouth."

Enna giggled.

"AHHHH," she loudly said.

You rolled your eyes, your face heating up.

"You dumbo," you mumbled. Although you two bickered often about rules and school and such, turns out there could be nice moments like this. Maybe, there was a chance for you two after all.

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Rosemi Lovelock - Plants Vs. Zombies!

"GRAHAHAHA!" you roared, killing off more of Rosemi's plant soldiers.

"NOOO!! Y/N, HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!"

"HAHA!! Is the great Rosemi-sama ready to admit defeat for the fifth time? How many more lives will be taken because of your selfish wish to win against me?!" you exclaimed as you killed off more of Rosemi's shooters, eventually approaching her precious sunflowers.

"NOO!! My economy! I won't let you!" said Rosemi as she deployed more pea shooters and walnuts in front of her sunflowers.

But it was for naught.

With an evil cackle, you watched as your zombie slayed Rosemi's last plant: a feeble sunshroom.

The big red defeat message showed up on Rosemi's screen while a large green success message popped up on yours. Rosemi put her head in her hands as you cheered because you just won your Plants vs. Zombies custom match for the fifth time.

Across from you, Rosemi put her head in her hands as she slumped on the table and groaned. You patted her head as she continued to lament over the fact that you just won for the fifth time in a row and therefore she really REALLY had to clean the mountain of dishes in your apartment's kitchen sink.

You laughed at her and promised to make her favorite chicken nuggets and other foods for dinner. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and beelined for the dishes.

"Are you okay now, my rose?"

"YEAH! I WANT MAH NUGGETS! I MEAN- THESE DISHES WON'T CLEAN THEMSELVES~!"

You laughed at her antics, getting up from the chair and going to the fridge to start making the food.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I’m planning to do more! :)

Please tell me in the requests of any other Nijisanji gurl members you’d like me to do!

#nijisanji #nijisanji girls #pomu rainpuff #selen tatsuki #enna alouette #rosemi lovelock #nijisanji girls x reader #pomu rainpuff x reader #selen tatsuki x reader #enna alouette x reader #rosemi lovelock x reader

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